౨ৎ 𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒶 ⸆⸉

"I'll be a good girl, I promise !"

"I won't ever touch myself without your permission now."

"My pussy was throbbing so bad because of you, professor... I'm sorry..."

Never did they ever answer or show any regard towards you. It was surprising to see your professor usually so playful and sweet with everyone, acting so cold with you. Your brain probably worked in mysterious ways, because it only made you squirm in your seat thinking about how they gave you a special treatment. Because you were different. And for sure you were.

However just seeing their house as they parked, made your heart beat faster. Your excitement, didn't mean you knew what to expect once inside. It was too late anyway, you only took a few steps on the parquet before Zoë led you to their bedroom one surprisingly gentle hand on your hip, passing quickly through the living room swamped by paperwork's. And entering it, you never imagined their room to be so neat, only the bed was undone by a quarter. You chuckled.

"Were you expecting someone in your room ?" Your hand laid on their covered bicep like magnet, squeezing it to feel it tense under your fingers.

Their smirk made you quietly celebrate your achievement. Your game was definitely still on. Even though, you wouldn't be in their bedroom if it wasn't, but it never hurts to check, right ?

"What a fucking tease you are. What about the good girl you said you'd be, hm ?" Their coat you wore unwrapped off of you with the help of professor Zoë, falling straight to your feet.

The cold of the room hit your half naked body. It contrasted, with the warmth of Hange's hands laying all over you, that made you shiver. And in one quick move, they grabbed your ass pushing you against them.

"You just love being bad huh ? Just so I can punish your tight pussy." They whispered in your ear, in that low and raspy voice that made you melt on the spot.

You tried to taste their lips, in a pitiful attempt, but got denied with a hand firmly holding your hair back. You whined, more bothered by their restriction, than the pain.

"Uh-huh, you don't get to do whatever you want."

"Please..." You squealed, persistent.

As an answer you only got a few bites on your neck, that left a tingling sensation swiped soon after by their tongue flat on your skin that made you moan in one long breath. You hesitated, but eventually gripped their neck pushing them against you. Your core started heating again, thinking about how that tongue would feel like on your clit.

Without ever leaving your neck they lifted you, grasping hard on your thighs, a short yelp taking you, quickly you hung on their shoulders. Your nipples hardened at the contact of their chest.

"I don't feel like kissing a bad whore like you. And I'll remind you, I don't do what I don't like." Without any warning they threw you on their quite large bed for one person, your body bouncing right back, you propped on your shoulders looking back at them. "You on the other hand. You're going to take whatever I give you, all right ?"

They gave you a chance to turn everything down, watching you with precision to track any sign of hesitation or reluctance. But you were not the only one getting analyzed, you saw that question in their eyes, and it only made you want to do more mischief, you liked it rough, professor Zoë didn't need to worry about you.

"You can use me however you want, professor." And to illustrate your words, your legs opened like a treasure chest, to your neglected cunt, just the movement sent to your pink bud a shock, you bit your lips trying to contain your moan.

Your teacher's breath turned low, heavy. They used the space you gave them to kneel right in between, pulling you abruptly by the thighs  to get your entrance closer.

"So fucking wet..." Their thumb laid straight on your hard clit, getting a squeak out of you, their long other fingers still gripping the fat of the inside of your leg. You were as stiff as a rock, although when they started doing circles around your little bud slow and deliberate, the pressure, not too soft to make you feel it through your bones, but not too strong to keep you just under your climax, were making you go crazy. Your body was just screaming for release, but your brain stayed on the promise you gave to your teacher. The grip you had on those sheets would probably put you in trouble later, but one thing at a time.

"I need to come professor, I beg you..."

One amused huff resonated in the room, they didn't even put care into looking at you to embarrass you again, your pussy was getting all the attention.

"You think I'm gonna give you what you want, after all that slutty attitude you gave me ? You got some nerves, really." No warning, or sign, before they entered you with their two whole fingers. Your grunt gradually turned a long and howler following with all your cunt nerves their trajectory, the way they curled inside, their coldness slowly fading around your hot cunt. When you thought it was the end of your suffering, another digit forced its way too, harder than the other one because your pussy actually was to its capacity. The way it brushed your wall was a pain you tried to keep for yourself but your face couldn't say the same, your brows furrowed together pretty much it almost gave you a headache.

"It's so tight, how am I even supposed to give you my little surprise when your cunt can't even take three little fingers, hm ?" You tried to stay focused and look at them, a smirk giving you a new perspective to contempt was glued on their face. "I thought you nailed everything you did." After longing seconds of pushing, three entire fingers were in you, ready for destruction. "Was I..." They took a run up, you knew what was about to happen, and took a long and deep breath, just as you were about to accept this ; A first thrust gave a shock through your whole body.

"...Wrong ?"

And from that, it just kept going on and on. They kept their first hand busy on your clit, but the pain of getting pounded like your inside were some sextoy kept you in line. What really aroused you was knowing you were getting used to Hange's own pleasure, occasional grunts mixing with mocking laughs. At some point your back left the bed your body cramping from how tense you got. While fighting with all those sensations, you played with your tits in a way to balance the pain and pleasure ratio.

"No Professor...oh my god...wait. I can take it nghhh... I-I can..." You got to drawl out. Your feet rested on their shoulders.

Slowly but surely, you got used to the girth expanding you the more it penetrated you. Your cries transformed into loud moans.

"Yesss, keep going please... I love when you fuck me like this..." You grabbed their arm in an attempt to speed up their pace. Their forearm so toned you thought they were no way they were not cramping right now. And taking a glance at their face, brows furrowed, eyes observant at the way your pussy dripped on their fingers, making all this lewd sounds that fascinated them, you smiled between moans, it's all you ever asked for.

"Yeah ? It's so wet in there too, fuck..."

And of course professor Zoë never prepared you for what was coming. As you should have predicted, they pulled out, after the second time you got used to the emptiness and a disappointed exhale brought their attention to you again. They laughed standing up and overhanging you to whisper in your ears in a voice that couldn't have been more attractive.

"Aw, princess's upset ?" Their hands caressed you whole. You tugged at their shirt, as a plea for them to hurry up. "You're too impatient."

Professor Zoë stood up, and you wondered what else they were scheming. They looked so mischievous, a smug smile glued on their lips.

"You have to wait. I'm leaving for five minutes. In the meanwhile..." They looked you up and down as you licked your lips longing for them.

"Take your clothes off, and try not to get in trouble... Though I think it's a bit late for that." A satisfied smirk got to you and they copied, you saw it a half-second before they turned around and left closing the door behind.

Thinking about their words made you chuckle. There was no way you would actually try anything without them around, it would be taking all the fun in your little play. So you did exactly what they asked for. You were now sitting at the end of the bed your body fully unclothed, or almost. Your bra still holding your breasts. And hearing back their steps, made your hand fly to your thigh. Just next to your folds.

When they entered the room the first thing blindingly obvious, the absence of their shirt, them standing proud in sports bra the light glistening on those strong muscles. You noticed their thick happy trail half of it hidden by their trousers. You were salivating just at this view. Zoë glanced at your hand laying a bit too close to your pussy, and passed a hand in their hair.

"You just can't help it, huh ?" They approached standing then right in front of you. "Such a slut." Looking up to them your eyes lighting up at their words, actually made them just as horny as you were.

"Unzip it." They led you with their eyes pointing at their pants, with no hesitation your hands got at the helm of their pants, and slowly you undid the zipper, eyes locked in, you two were only waiting for this to end. Finally their black boxer drew to you, and you finally saw it. A long and thick bulge only waiting to be uncovered. You couldn't tone down the grin appearing on your face. You questioned them silently.

"What ? Are you scared ?"

You shook your head.

"Not at all, I'm pleasantly surprised."

With the straps tight on their olive skin poking out of their underwear it was pretty obvious to be met with a dildo, the shocking part was the monstrous size of it, its length was bit longer than the average, a realistic design with defined veins and a skin tone that matched your teacher's. But the width, it was clearly for pure destruction. There was almost no difference between this and a fist, you pressed your legs together in preparation for what was awaiting you. It stood like it was an individual of its own in front of your awing face when you got it completely out.

"Professor Zoë..." You looked up once again. In expectation of an order to follow. The aforenamed cupped your cheek and you leaned in that sudden sweet touch.

"I chose this one, to be sure you never fucked bigger." Weird attention and it was even weirder that you loved it.

You approached then your lips to their lower abdomen, kissing it softly just next to their bristle seeing no opposition to your partner for the night, you continued laying your lips here and there, you wanted to show them how thankful you were, and maybe you got too excited, because the next one included your teeth biting meticulously for a hickey. You heard them inhale quietly, next thing, you were picked by the hair and their fingers pulling your face harshly back.

"Ok, I'm finished playing with you. Open your mouth, now." And you did, your cavity, now wide open.

They moved their hips fast to enter you with their strap. Your professor was still holding you by the hair pushing alongside their cock until the tip hit your palate, and repeating it numberless of times. You couldn't even swallow your spit, letting it drip abundantly everywhere, drops crashed on your thighs after leaking on your chin. Your gag reflex got you making ugly noises, but they just didn't care. Even after seeing your tears rolling down your face ruining your mascara at the same time. At one point they pulled out, instantly, you took a long breath, your chest going up and down, you felt asphyxiated.

"Bet you loved getting your mouth used like this." To answer them you simply held the helm of their boxer and licked that plastic dick back to front all while looking at them intensely. Your attitude started to get unbearable for them. "Fuck... How are you such a tease." You smiled, it felt like a compliment.

This time you took the initiative and entered a hand in their boxer, you saw how horny they were getting, you couldn't just leave them like this, right ? Once you got to their wet core, they could only close their eyes half relieved. Focused, with their eyebrows frowned, and you thought they were still cute even after they fucked your mouth hard. You grinned, and accelerated your pace, going back and forth on the dildo, and circling on their clit. They weren't the kind to moan out loud compared to you, but their grunts were enough to make you aroused. The heating in your pussy was becoming unbearable, however, that's what you loved about all of this, getting edged until your clit got sensitive to the air. Meanwhile your mouth was sucking that cock like you tried to get its soul, absorbing all the spit laying, only to spread it out again.

"Shit..." They had their hand at the back of your head, for no real reason but to get some bearing. You finally got their dick out of your mouth in a pop sound. You tilted your head so that it was laying on their now wet length.

"Am I doing good, professor ? Am I being a good girl ?" You cooed.

They huffed and stopped your hand stimulating their clit.

"Good girls surely don't suck so well. " Zoë pushed you against the bed. You knew what was about to come now. And you even went a bit backward to give space to Hange between your legs. "I guess you'll never be. That's why I'm giving you the treatment you deserve."

Under your observing eyes, they spat in their palm, only to stroke their prick a few times with it dispersing the liquid on the whole length. You opened your legs wide resting them on the bed. But it didn't seem enough for your professor. Finally just in front of you, they leaned in, you felt your thighs getting squeezed between your belly and theirs. Faces a few centimeters from each other you never felt more intimate. Their strong forearms laid on either side of your head. You could watch their every expression, just like the ones when they were lining up their cock to your entrance.

"Are you ready ?" You gazes met, through their glasses trying to escape off their nose.

"Yea- fuuuuck !" They tricked you, the moment your mouth opened they pushed straight inside your cunt watching your face turn into a hot mess.

"Wasn't actually asking."

It was slow and you could feel all the nerves sliding against your walls. The middle was the widest part and the hardest one. You could have sworn drops of sweat glistened against your forehead. Your pussy was actually getting stretched by this absolute monster of a dick. Not even the three fingers could compete with the width that was about to pound you. Once the tip hit your cervix, it was the end of the slow pace. The first thrust was aggressive making your two skins make a clapping sound. Your legs wrapped their back, feeling their muscles move at every pound.

"Ugh yesss, fuck me and stretch me out. Thank you so much, thank you, thank you..." You started to blabber out obscenities at the fourth thrust.

"Thanking me for pounding your poor little pussy ? I really didn't expect you out of all people to be such a sex addict." And they were humiliating you but only going harder and harder.

You were moaning out their last name like you were looking for them, your nails digging into their neck.

You two shared one sloppy kiss, your lips landing sometimes to the side. Your tongues embracing each other, your fluids started to spread on your face. There was space only for lust. Then they moved to your ear, whispering something that could have been lovely if you focused only on the tone and not the content.

"My little whore. Only mine." And they ended it, with a bite at your earlobe.

That stretching feeling got you squeezing their cock involuntarily with your pussy trying to milk it out of any juice.

"You're so tight I can't even properly pound you, fuck princess..."

You closed your eyes trying to concentrate on all your sensations.

"No. Look at me." So you did, your fucked face having a hard time to keep it that way.

"I wish I was able to cum inside of you. Shoot in your pussy until the last drop. Huh how'd you like that ?"

Their words activated something in you, you felt your high coming instantly.

"Shit yes, I'd take it, I'd take it so well professor, please !"

"Getting knocked up by your professor. How would everyone around react ?" They licked your jaw, it was becoming too much for you.

"Nghhh, I...I don't care, I want your baby...give me your cum, I beg you."

Your eyes caught suddenly their tender expression, it seemed out of place, when they were still fucking the sense out of you.

"Oh my god, I'm about to cum."

"Yeah ?" They sneaked one hand at your cunt, their thumb started to rub your clit, you were losing it, your bodies almost merging together their breath against your ear, and their strap deep inside of you, your skins making lewd sounds resonating in the room. Nothing made sense.

That's when you felt it, your body froze, at this point your fingers were just scratching your teacher's back. You saw white when closing your eyes. One long whine came out of you. Your pussy was pulsing around that dick still going inside-out of you at a lighter pace. Slowly as you calmed down and relaxed, professor Zoë pulled out and got up. Holding their cock now completely drenched, they hit it multiple times on your swollen bud, making you cry a bit, they loved how sensitive you were. Your chest was heaving, you were trying to get back to a normal respiration. Your body completely numb, you were not able to move even one muscle.

Your professor got out of your vision, but you couldn't think much of it. Until something damp flicked your clit. Instinctively, you propped yourself up looking down.

"W-what are you doing ?" Their tongue gave another flick, your breathing was shaky. And they just kept going on, giving no rest to your poor overstimulated pussy. Every contact made you cry out, moving your head left and right, you didn't even know what to do with yourself. You thought it was impossible to come again. However the bubble growing quickly inside your lower part, proved you wrong. At this point they were just slurping you, sometimes spitting shamelessly on your cunt and spreading it with their fingers. Your feet were cramping, and your legs were trembling.

"Fuck, professor i'm-" you grabbed unconsciously their hair as they kept going on. Finally coming again, you got juices coming out of you like a fountain, and they didn't want to waste any drop with one hand they took some and spread it on your belly and the rest were quickly drunk.

"Fuuuuck..." You fell straight on the bed your eyes closing completely. You were ready to go in a coma until the next morning.

Two digits tried to slip in between your curbs, you were too exhausted to even think and just took them whole, they were moving back and forth as you just sucked the liquid out of it.

"Good girl." You smiled, they finally said it. And you really felt a feeling of pride take you. After that, you remember half of what happened. Your teacher hurried around you, and the only thing that comes back to you is when they tuck you in bed with them holding you close to their chest.

"I like you, professor Zoë."

A few seconds went before they finally responded quietly.

"Call me Hange."

You actually tried to say it in your head. Hange. Hange felt perfect.

"I like you Hange."

One last kiss in your neck and you felt soothed to a deep sleep.

_______

Next morning you woke up with a sentiment of peace. Your eyes slowly opening to the bright windows letting the light hit your still naked body. You didn't feel Hange next to you, and panicked a bit, before turning around and seeing them thoroughly reading a book that you remember sitting on their nightstand last night.

"Looking for me ?" They looked back at you a light grin welcoming you, you smiled stretching out. Your bra wasn't on you anymore, and it made you wonder how knocked out you were to forget this.

"Hi." You fingers found the skin of their arm caressing it lightly.

"Hey. It's a bit late, and I think your group has a lesson with M.Ackerman this morning. You want me to give you a ride ?"

You laughed, internally looking at them softly.

"Yeah, so, I'm not going." You sat up leaning against them. "I got absolutely no appropriate clothes, remember ? And I'm too tired to go back home and change."

"Oh right. Sorry, i didn't think this through when I did that."

It was surprising seeing them go back to their usual nice self, after everything they've done to you.

"That was hot, don't apologize." You whispered in their ear playfully.

"Well, I hope it won't become a habit."

A sudden rush of adrenaline got to you, as you straddled their thighs now in front of them, your smirk only wider seeing them raise an eyebrow.

"It depends, will this happen again ?"

Your hands laying on their abdominals you flicked your gaze between their eyes and lips.

"Maybe right now... And I could take care of you this time..." You gave chaste kisses along their neck, and teased their skin next to the helm of their trunks.

"I thought you were tired ?" Hange brought your face back in front of theirs with one hand, you two were just straight up flirting your way into having another screwing session.

"I'm never tired when it comes to you."

After getting closer and closer, your lips finally exchanged a kiss, it was soft and sweet. And the way they held your waist firmly yet with such sweetness. All of this made you forget about the complexity of having a liaison with your professor, and the hard reality that would be hitting you back after leaving this place. For the being you were just happy in their arms.

"Well, I guess we're in for round 2 !" They cheered, pushing your back on the bed and leaning over you.

That was impossible, you knew professor Zoë liked women, that was indubitable. Were you not attractive enough ? Just brushing past this option crushed you. You considered yourself to have a pretty nice face and overall, a nice body. But you never thought about that option ; Zoë was simply a normal professor that taught their students and didn't try to bring even one in their bed.

No. Not possible, you knew it. It was because of that smug smirk they gave you first class, the way their eyes lingered on you a second above a normal eye contact. You were not crazy, and even if your friends told you so, you were not about to give up on the time of your life.

So this time, you did everything you could. You stalked their social media in hope of seeing anything interesting, a favourite show, celebrity, book. And that's why you actually wore a pin that portrayed a niche scientist you gave no fuck about, but Zoë did so you did too. You purposefully set it next to your cleavage, and it almost grossed yourself out how obvious it was, but you still went with it. At this point, if you could walk naked in front of them without risking prison you would have. The smallest skirt on your wardrobe was part of your outfit that you had to pull down every five minutes to not flash the whole world. And some thighs, really, really thin ones.

And that was looking like that, you approached them as usual at the end of the class when the last remaining classmates left, it was late, and the campus was about to close soon but that wasn't one of your problems.

"Excuse me professor Zoë ?" You had this high pitched voice you used every time you talked to your hierarchy superiors just like the teacher's pet you were.

Their head got up from their papers, a wide smile took them, as the light reflected on their seemingly old glasses.

"Y/N ! Tell me, was the lesson clear enough ? I know last time it wasn't so good..." Yeah you did remember, completely lying over not understanding anything. You discovered another thing you liked about them. Their incredible determination to not let a student down. And being the pervert you are, it just made you soak your panties.

"Yeah um, I think it's okay. For now. Actually, I wanted to ask about the next exam." They nodded inquiring you to continue. You leaned in on their desk, forcing their attention on your breasts almost spilling out of your t-shirt's v-neck. "Will it be the same type we got the first time ? The form of the first one pretty much troubled me..." You acted.

The only thing you were focused about was their eyes, did they look where you wanted to ? Did they just not care ? Then you saw it, that little flick down before going back to your face. Your pussy twitched just from this. If nothing happened, you at least knew for sure that you would masturbate until exhaustion when arriving home.

"Well, it will stay the same, but I didn't see any issue when grading yours ? You probably were one of the best graded students."

A smile took you, The pleasure you were getting from their compliments, even the smallest like this was probably not okay. But again, you didn't care.

"Oh I see..." You smiled. You waited for their reaction, your pin was right there, in front of them, and it was only a matter of seconds before they'd bring it up. And they did, just like you predicted.

"By the way, I like your pin, Paul Watzlawick, huh ? You like his work too ?"

"Yeah, I heard about him watching a documentary and I can't believe he's done so much and no one talks about him."

"He did leave lots of incredible work behind." They nodded, it looked like that conversation was already behind them.

"Now, tell me Y/N..." They suspended their sentence just the need to get up and get to your level, your name sounding so intense in their mouth. You felt intimidated by their face getting so close to yours, a playful expression made you think that you were about to regret what you were doing. But that only made you more excited.

"...Are you having fun with your little game ?"

"What-"

"Oh don't play dumb with me."

But you had to. The way they looked at you was unclear, was it implying that you were fucked or that you were about to get fucked ?

"Listen, I see what you are trying to do, from the moment you started playing little dress up." They tugged on your shirt making it bounce right back up exposing your skin for a millisecond but it was enough for you to stop breathing. You still were confused about their intentions, but God they were hot.

"The way you intentionally make your stuff fall, picking it up with your ass up right in front of my desk, trying to show me your new panties. Are you not ashamed ? Trying to seduce your teacher like that."

They stepped back, and you took this opportunity to finally breathe again, but that was not until  Zoë bypassed the desk. That's when they aggressively took you by the waist like you were a simple rag and turned you around. A hiccup took you when your butt violently crashed against the edge of the wood object. Your eyes met, and saw them observe your face and all its corners like they were analyzing it for some research. A heart beat resonated in you, though it wasn't your heart.

"I just wanted you to notice me, professor Zoë." You whispered like a frightened kitten, you had to look up to them and it really didn't make it better. At this point you had your hands on their chest, because if you didn't you were about to throw yourself at them, and not sure they would allow that. Yet.

"I'm sorry, but you thought exposing your body to me would get me to notice you ? Don't we call people like you, sluts ?"

You exhaled deeply trying to calm your body down, you were heating, and your pussy started throbbing. There was something wrong with you, for sure. The way that word sounded in their mouth, that was like a sweet cocktail, that you were chugging down.

"It depends..." You actually hesitated to say the following sentence but their faint smile full of ulterior motives got to you. "Do you like sluts, professor Zoë ? If the answer is yes, then I am." You sounded so self satisfied at the last words, using your most enticing tone.

They creased up lifting their head up like you told them the funniest joke they ever heard. You felt your face heating up from embarrassment. You, you were not joking.

Finally coming back from their disrespectful laughter, they gave you an amused gaze.

"Well. I guess, that I am here, so yeah. I do like sluts. Like you." Their body approached more and more squeezing you. One of their legs directly fixed between yours.

"Who would have thought ? A student like you ; Excellent grades, always present, taking notes carefully on your little notebook." They huffed inside "In reality, you're just a little slut for your professor." Something pressed against your clothed cunt.

"Hm ? Say it." They planted their fingers on your chin lifting your head, entering the skin of your cheeks. It hurt so good.

"I'm your slut." You had no shame saying it clearly, letting it resonate a little in that empty classroom. Because that's what you were. You were a slut for professor Zoë.

"Good girl." Zoë smashed their lips on yours hungrily. Their hand still on your jaw, they purposefully spread to access your mouth with their tongue. At this point, you had nothing to do, as Hange just harassed your tongue hitting it with theirs, then sucking it. All you had to do was keep your mouth open. And you did. At the same time down there, it did not hang around, their thighs rubbed more and more frenetically against your core, clit stimulated and pussy almost completely wet you were about to come on the spot. You moaned, or at least you tried as Zoë was still busy inside your cavity. All you could do was grip their beige shirt as hard as you could almost getting their skin.

"Hey, you'll damage it." With their remaining hand they took both your hands locking them squeezed on your lower abdomen. "You wouldn't want to rip your teacher's shirt because your little cunt can't take a bit of stimulation right ? Only bad girls do that."

You actively shook your head, like a kid that lost its vocabulary. You were not risking losing the bliss you were having right now from getting absolutely abused by professor Zoë.

"Right. Now, let's see what we got down there" in one lift they sat you down on the desk, and spread you open making your skirt ride completely up until your waist. You were dreaming, because everything that was happening felt like coming straight out of your fantasies, where Zoë fucked you straight on a desk in an empty classroom where the door could slide open at any moment, someone could arrive at any time. A new and more intense kind of throbbing took you. Professor Zoë's hand slides once on your pussy, and you bit your lips containing a loud whine inside. Then they pressed against your clit, you bucked against their fingers, your orgasm was close, oh so close...

"Professor Zoë..." You whined.

They didn't even deign to answer you, you just heard something rip. You looked down only to see your tights completely ripped out where your panties were sitting completely soaked from your pussy.

"Oops. I just couldn't take them off, you forgive me, princess ?"

The irony.

"I don't care about those. Please, I need your fingers, I beg you..." You couldn't even do it yourself as they kept your hands very much locked. You still tried to wiggle your hips on a circle trying to get off some stimulation against the wood under you.

"Such a whore. So needy for my fingers." They kissed the crook of your jaw and then bit it.

"Yes I'm a fucking whore..."

"Bet the only thing you have on your mind during lessons, is my fingers inside you fucking you hard until you come on them. Am I right ? When you look at me with your hungry eyes... I see it." You hummed in agreement. Their hand were now circling on your swollen bud covered by your white lace panties. You couldn't even open your eyes, focused on pleasing yourself against their fingers.

"Fuck, I'm about to- !" They rapidly stopped but it was too late. You came right on the spot bucking your hips at nothing but the air. You almost gave yourself a cramp from how much you tightened your abdomen. One long cry came out of you, loud and exhausted.

"Who the fucked said you could come ? Fucking slut can't even control herself." They pushed you hard on the desk, as you were still gaining back consciousness, you mumbled some excuses, the LED lights on the ceiling blinding you.

Then another ripping sound got to your ears. This time you panicked, as you felt your panties getting absolutely obliterated against your skin, you got back up, but there was not even a second before your professor laid you down again harder than the first time.

"You're a bad girl. And bad girls don't deserve to have panties." Now with your sensitive pussy exposed to the fresh air, you twitched, at Zoë's words, they could do anything to you and you'd still get wet, again and again...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come without your permission, I'm a stupid slut..."

They shut you up with two fingers entering you whole, your pink walls clenching around them.

"Fuccckkk... Yes...! "

A stroke came fast, then another one, soon enough your teacher was pounding your poor little pussy, their thumb clashing against your clit every time they went inside. It was hard, intense. Finally they let go of your imprisoned hands.

"Take your top off, and quickly." And you executed yourself with one swift movement. You were now only in a lingerie bra that matched your destroyed panties. "Show me your tits, I shouldn't tell you this." They said sternly, and your heart beat seeing their annoyed glance. You spilled out your breasts from your bra, and they bounced at the same pace you were fucked, your nipples rock hard because of the cold air lashing them.

They scissored you from the inside stretching your wet walls, again, at each pound.

"Maybe you actually like being stupid, huh ? Losing your senses from getting pounded too hard ? If that means I can do whatever with you, rest assured, I'll keep fucking you stupid everyday."

"Oh my gosh... Yes, that's what I always asked for !" You cried out punctuating it with an extended grunt.

You were involuntarily wiggling your whole body completely overstimulated from the first orgasm. And as if fucking your pussy hard wasn't enough, they coated your nipple with their mouth sucking on it and biting like they expected milk to come out. You hand flew to the back of their head gripping those brown hair. With their eyes looking up to you as their glasses were slowly slipping down.

"Ugh, I don't like this." Zoë said getting back up. That took a confused look out of you. And they stopped, took their fingers out of you making one last lewd sound in the room, your pussy squeezed on nothing and you felt that emptiness that made you whine. They just stopped like nothing, like you were nothing.

"W-why..." You almost wanted to cry. But your professor ? They didn't even seem to care. Rearranging their clothes, like they weren't fucking you stupid a few seconds ago.

"Can't you hear ? I don't like this, I'm bored." You stood up, your legs still open to the world, they actually sounded fed up as they loudly sighed getting their stuff together and stuffing it in their shoulder bag. But you couldn't understand that sudden change of mood. "I don't do what I don't like, simple." Lastly, they took their coat and basically threw it on you. "Cover yourself, you're not coming with me half naked."

Nothing was making sense to you, because a minute before you were absolutely crying for relief on their fingers. However you obeyed not even asking what they were implying. Looking for your shirt that actually disappeared, when Zoë interrupted you with the object of your research in their fist.

"Looking for this ? I'm keeping it. Trust me, you won't need it." They approached you, one poor rub on your glistening pussy, that made you close your eyes in remembrance of what they did to you. "We're going to my house pretty girl."

Their hazel eyes looked down to you and their earlier fingers were right in front of you.

"But before, I need to check something. Open your mouth." You didn't even try to understand, your mouth acted quicker than your conscience, opening it wide. Their digits penetrated that entrance you made, laying flat on your tongue. "Now suck. Suck it clean for me, like the bad slut you are." A moan tried to get out of your filled mouth just hearing the way they insulted you.

And you hastened yourself closing your lips around their fingers, sucking it up and down, tongue coiling around the two foreign bodies. At one point you were letting drool submerge them and just after, you were swallowing everything back in, having to taste yourself on them. You kept your eyes well opened looking up to professor Zoë while you had their fingers in your mouth, and maybe for the first time since they kissed you, that got you a grunt out of them, their furrowed eyebrows from their focused expression. You felt them going to the back of your throat making you gag but you kept going, absolutely loving getting used like a ragdoll. You were tearing up but that wasn't your main issue. Your main issue was your neglected cunt. You had to relieve yourself, so you did what every person would do in this situation. You started rubbing your clit fast and messy. You knew what would happen if they saw you. And they did, so you didn't even have to imagine.

"Stupid pervert, since when you get to touch yourself ?" They hit the back of your throat hard almost suffocating you. They left your mouth as you started coughing, a big thread of drool connecting to your lips and their fingers.

They looked at you trying to regain a normal respiration with complete disdain, as they stepped back.

"You know what, let's go. Imma show you the treatment whores like you get. And hurry up, because the more you make me wait the harder it will get." Without ever turning back they left first, leaving you destroyed and at same time needy for more. You put the coat on they offered, and went out too. Your nipples scraping against the fabric as you didn't even bother putting your bra back. The campus was completely empty, letting the sound of your heels hitting the ground be the only sign of life around.

But all you could think about was how Hange was about to fuck the brat out of you.

The sterile hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you stirred awake, strapped down to the cold metal examination table. Your wrists and ankles were secured with thick leather restraints, the kind that bit into your skin just enough to remind you of your helplessness. The room smelled of antiseptic and something sharper, like chemicals that promised both pain and twisted pleasure. 

You tugged at the bonds, heart pounding, but they held firm.

A door hissed open, and in strode Hange, their wild hair tied back in a haphazard ponytail, glasses perched on their hooked nose. They wore a white lab coat over a rumpled shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms smudged with ink and what looked like dried blood; though you hoped it was just dye. Their eyes, bright and manic behind those lenses, locked onto you with unbridled excitement.

“Well, well, look who's finally come around,” Hange chirped, their voice a mix of scientific curiosity and something darker, more possessive. They circled the table like a shark, gloved hands trailing lightly over the edge. “My newest subject. Female, early twenties, prime for testing. Don't worry, I'll take excellent care of you!”

You opened your mouth to protest, to demand release, but they were already at your side, a syringe glinting in their hand. 

“Shh, no need for words yet. We're just getting started on the baseline exam.” They jabbed the needle into your arm without warning, the cool liquid flooding your veins. It burned at first, then spread a warm, insidious tingle through your limbs, making your muscles slacken even as your mind raced.

“What... what was that?” you gasped, voice trembling.

Hange grinned, teeth flashing. 

“Just a little relaxant mixed with an aphrodisiac. Can't have you squirming too much…or too little. Now, let's see what we're working with.” They snapped on a fresh pair of gloves, the sound echoing like a threat, and yanked up the hem of your thin gown. Cool air hit your bare skin, and you realised with horror that you were completely exposed underneath. No pants, no bra, just the flimsy fabric they’d apparently stripped away while you were out.

“Please, don't-“ you started, but they cut you off with a laugh.

“Oh, come on, subject's got nothing to hide. Spread those legs for me.”

The restraints at your ankles whirred, mechanical arms forcing your thighs apart until you were splayed wide, your cunt on full display under the harsh lights. Heat flooded your cheeks as Hange leaned in close, their breath warm against your inner thigh.

“Look at that. Already glistening a bit. The drug's working fast.”

They prodded your folds with gloved fingers, parting them roughly to expose your clit. You whimpered, trying to clench your legs, but the bonds held you open like a specimen under a microscope. 

“So sensitive,” they murmured, circling the nub with clinical precision that sent unwanted sparks through your core. “Heart rate elevating, lubrication increasing. Perfect response.”

Humiliation burned in your gut as they continued the 'exam,' dipping a finger inside you without preamble. It slid in easily, the aphrodisiac betraying your body's growing arousal. They pumped it slowly, then added a second, stretching you while her thumb pressed against your clit. “Tight, but accommodating. We'll need to test dilation next.”

You bit your lip, tears pricking your eyes, but a moan escaped anyway as they curled their fingers, hitting that spot deep inside. 

“Stop... this is wrong,” you whispered, voice breaking.

Hange's eyes sparkled with delight. “Wrong? This is science, darling. And you're my eager little lab rat. Now, let's measure your capacity.” They withdrew their fingers, slick with your juices, and held them up to the light, inspecting them like rare artifacts. “Impressive output already. But we can do better.”

From a nearby tray, they selected a speculum, cold steel, unforgiving. You shook your head frantically. “No, please, not that…”

“Tsk, subjects don't get to choose.” They lubed it generously, the gel dripping onto your exposed entrance, then pressed the tip against you. Inch by inch, they inserted it, the metal blooming open inside you under her control. Your walls stretched around it, the sensation invasive and mortifying as they cranked it wider, locking your cunt open for their scrutiny.

“Beautiful,” they breathed, shining a light inside. “Pink, healthy, and oh-so responsive.”

Their free hand reached for a thin probe, sliding it along your inner walls, brushing your g-spot deliberately. You arched against the straps, a sob mixing with a gasp as pleasure coiled tight despite the shame. 

“See? Your body's loving this. Clenching around the tools like it can't get enough.”

They twisted the probe, angling it to vibrate faintly; another hidden feature in their mad inventions. The buzz shot straight to your core, making your hips buck involuntarily. 

“Hange... I can't...”

“Can't what? Come for your scientist? Go ahead, subject. Show me your limits.”

They ramped up the vibration, their other hand pinching your clit between gloved fingers, rolling it until you shattered. An orgasm ripped through you, your core spasming around the speculum, juices squirting out in humiliating spurts that soaked the table beneath you.

Hange laughed, low and triumphant, as you trembled in the aftermath. “First climax achieved. But we're far from done. Next up: endurance testing.”

They removed the speculum with a wet pop, leaving you gaping and empty, then wheeled over a cart laden with more tools; vibrators, clamps, syringes filled with who-knows-what.

Your body still quivered, traitorous heat building again under their gaze. Trapped in their lab of perversion, you knew resistance was futile. Hange’s experiments were just beginning, and your humiliation was their favorite variable.

Hange's grin widened as they surveyed the array of instruments on the cart, their gloved fingers drumming against the metal edge. Your chest heaved, slick with sweat, the aftershocks of your forced climax still rippling through your core. The table beneath you was damp, a stark reminder of how your body had betrayed you under their touch. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the humiliation to fade, but their voice pulled you back.

“Endurance phase, subject. We'll see how many rounds you can handle before you beg for mercy…or more.” The selected a pair of metal clamps first, the kind with adjustable screws and rubber tips that looked deceptively benign. Leaning over you, they captured one nipple between their fingers, pinching hard enough to make you yelp. The clamp snapped shut, biting into the sensitive bud, and you arched off the table with a sharp cry.

“Too tight? Or just right?” Hange twisted the screw a fraction, increasing the pressure until tears welled in your eyes. They repeated the process on your other nipple, the dual pinch sending jolts straight to your core, which clenched emptily despite your protests. “Look at that flush. Pain's mixing with pleasure already. Noted for the log.”

You whimpered, the restraints creaking as you tugged futilely. “Take them off... it hurts.”

They chuckled, trailing a finger from your clamped chest down your stomach, circling your navel before dipping lower. 

“Hurts so good, though, doesn't it? Your pussy's dripping again.” Their glove came away shiny, and they smeared your arousal across your thigh like marking territory. “Now, for the main event.”

From the cart, they retrieved a thick vibrator; ridged silicone, at least seven inches long, with a flared base and a remote control dangling from it. They coated it in lube, the excess dripping onto your spread thighs, then positioned the tip at your entrance. You shook your head, voice hoarse. “No, it's too big. I can't—“

“Oh, you can. And you will.” Without mercy, they thrust it inside, the ridges dragging against your walls as they buried it to the hilt. Your pussy stretched around the intrusion, full and aching, the clamps on your nipples tugging with every involuntary spasm. Hange flicked the remote, and it hummed to life on a low setting, buzzing deep within you.

A moan tore from your throat, unbidden, as the vibrations hit that sensitive spot. They watched intently, adjusting the clamps slightly to heighten the sensation. 

“Pulse rate spiking. Vaginal contractions increasing. Excellent data.” Their free hand returned to your clit, rubbing firm circles that made your hips jerk against the bonds.

The build was relentless, the toy grinding inside you while their fingers worked your swollen nub. Humiliation burned hotter as you felt another orgasm approaching, your body slick and open their clinical gaze. 

“Hange, please... slow down,” you gasped, but they only amped the vibrator higher, the buzz intensifying until it rattled your bones.

“Come again, subject. Show me your resilience.” 

They pinched a clamped nipple, twisting it sharply, and that edge of pain shoved you over. Your cunt clamped down on the vibrator, waves crashing through you as you squirted once more, the fluid arcing onto their lab coat. They didn't flinch, just laughed as you sobbed through the release, body trembling uncontrollably.

“Round two down. Recovering nicely.” Hange eased the toy out, your walls fluttering in protest, leaving you gaping and sensitive. They set it aside, glistening with your cum, and reached for a syringe; this one filled with a clear, viscous fluid. “Time to enhance sensitivity. This serum will make every nerve ending scream.”

You eyed the needle warily, still panting. “What is that? Don't inject me-“

“Tsk, no arguing with procedure.”

They swabbed your inner thigh, then plunged the needle into the soft flesh near your core. The injection stung, a warm flood spreading outward, making your skin tingle and your clit throb visibly. Almost immediately, every brush of air felt like a caress, your nerves alight and hypersensitive.

“Feel that? Your labia's swelling already.”

Hange parted your folds again, blowing cool air across the heated skin. You bucked, a whine escaping as the sensation amplified tenfold. They inserted two fingers easily, the serum turning your insides molten, and pumped them in and out, curling to stroke your g-spot. “So wet, so ready. Let's test the clamps' effect now.”

They tugged the chain connecting your nipple clamps, the pull sending shocks to your core. Combined with their thrusting fingers, it was overwhelming; you gushed around their hand, coating their wrist. 

“Third climax imminent,” they noted, voice husky with excitement. Their thumb grazed your clit, and you shattered, screaming their name as ecstasy ripped through you, the serum making it last longer, harder.

By the time it faded, you were a wreck. Sweat-soaked, tears streaking your face, core pulsing with aftershocks. Hange removed the clamps slowly, blood rushing back to your nipples in a rush of pain-pleasure that made you gasp. 

“Four more tools to go. Syringe for lubrication enhancement next? Or the electro-stim pads?”

Lab partner!Hange who bursts through the door twenty minutes late and looks like they've been struck by lightning, goggles askew and lab coat half-buttoned, apologising clumsily while somehow already knowing exactly what compound you're supposed to be synthesising.

Lab partner!Hange who gets genuinely ecstatic by successful experiments. Their eyes light up with an intensity that makes your stomach flip as they lean over your shoulder, their breath hot against your ear while explaining molecular structures.

Lab partner!Hange who has ink-stained fingers from frantically scribbling notes, and you find yourself staring at their hands more often than you should, wondering what those fingers would feel like trailing across your skin.

Lab partner!Hange who pushes their glasses up their nose with the back of their hand, leaving smudges that you have an inexplicable urge to clean off with your thumb, your faces inches apart.

Lab partner!Hange who always smells like pine and something vaguely, uniquely them, a scent that becomes intoxicating when they crowd into your personal space to check your measurements. The way their body seems to naturally radiate warmth doesn’t help. At all.

Lab partner!Hange who gets so adorably excited about breakthroughs that they grab your hands without thinking, their touch electric as they bounce on their toes, eyes sparkling with manic joy.

Lab partner!Hange who stays late in the lab with you, the room growing dim as they lean against your workbench, watching you with an unreadable expression that makes heat pool in your stomach.

Lab partner!Hange who absent-mindedly chews on their pen while thinking, drawing your attention to their lips in a way that makes you lose focus while balancing equations.

Lab partner!Hange who has a habit of rolling up their sleeves when concentrating, revealing surprisingly toned forearms that distract you more than any difficult formula ever could.

Lab partner!Hange who notices when you're struggling and moves behind you to guide your hands, their chest pressed against your back as they murmur instructions, their voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Lab partner!Hange who starts bringing you coffee in the mornings, skin lingering against yours during the handoff, their gaze drinking you in with an eagerness that makes you forget how to breathe.

Lab partner!Hange who gets protective when other students boisterously interrupt your work, stepping closer until you can feel the possessiveness of their presence, both comforting and dangerous.

Lab partner!Hange who catches you staring at their mouth while they explain complex theories and pauses mid-sentence, their eyes darkening as tension crackles between you like static electricity.

Lab partner!Hange who starts finding excuses to touch you—steadying your hand while pipetting, brushing past you in the narrow lab aisles, their touch lingering just long enough to make your pulse skyrocket.

Lab partner!Hange who begins texting you late at night during the mid-semester break about "lab questions" that somehow turn into long conversations that leave you lying in bed, wondering if they miss you too.

Lab partner!Hange who wears their hair in a messy bun that makes you want to pull it loose, especially when they tilt their head and expose the elegant line of their neck while concentrating.

Lab partner!Hange who starts unconsciously mirroring your movements, both of you reaching for the same equipment and freezing when your bodies brush, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Lab partner!Hange who looks at you over their glasses with an expression that's equal parts scientific curiosity and something much more tantalising, making you feel like their most fascinating experiment.

Lab partner!Hange who gets flustered when you compliment their intelligence, cheeks flushing as they fidget with their lab coat, suddenly unable to look at you.

Lab partner!Hange who finally snaps during a late evening lab session, grabbing your wrist when you reach for a beaker and pulling you against them, their other hand tangling in your hair as they kiss you desperately against the bench, months of yearning finally exploding between you.

Lab partner!Hange who breaks the kiss just long enough to breathe, "I've been wanting to do that since our first titration," before claiming your mouth again, their hands roaming as you forget everything except the way they say your name like a prayer.

Lab partner!Hange who shows up the next day with a lopsided grin, acting like they didn't just have you screaming against their dorm room wall the previous night, casually asking, "So, want to grab dinner? Like, an actual date?" with mischievous eyes and the burning memory of exactly how you taste.

Hange had come over to do your homework like normal. But you hadn’t been wearing anything but a tiny baby tree and a thong. And they hadn’t been able to focus on anything but your ass since they got here. You had yelled at them, of course, for staring at you like a piece of meat. And they had apologized, and promised that they’d get back to work…if you let them touch you. 

Both of you have done it before. You let Hange squeeze your tits sometimes and kiss on you a little if they got you an extra good grade on an assignment. But you’d never let them go below the belt. 

But… this assignment was a ten-page-long paper…and it was due at 11:59. And it was currently nine at night. Time was ticking, and you couldn’t handle your grades dropping down to a B or else you’d fail the whole class. So you had agreed to Hange’s ministrations, not without letting them know they were an absolutely disgusting perversion for this. 

It hadn’t been mindblowing at first. Just kissing and awkward touches.

But as soon as Hange slid your panties off, their eyes just darkened. And they had folded you clean in half, your thighs pressed to your chest, stretching deeply.

And they hadn’t let off your clit since they had gotten down there.

Fuck, they were sucking the shit out of you. Their tongue sliding through your slick folds, and dipping over and over again inside of you. Hange’s tongue was ridiculously long; it made no sense. You’d literally never liked being tongue-fucked before this, but Hange’s got you clenching so hard. 

When they got bored with that, they easily replaced their tongue with those stupid, thick fingers. Two sliding inside your tight little hole. Crooking upwards right into that special spot that nearly has you doing something embarrassing like whining Hange’s name. 

But it was getting increasingly hard to hold back. You didn’t want to boost their ego to make them think that they ever had a chance at this again.

And then their tongue licks up to your clit, latching on and sucking on it. Deep and long sucks. The squelching sounds your cunt makes are just fucking disgusting. 

You know you’re wet, you’re soaking fucking wet, and you feel it. Slick is just oozing out of your cunt, right down Hange’s wrist. And like the nasty little shit they were, they break from your clit  just for a second, to lick the slice slipping down their hand. 

“You’re so nasty!” you groan, “Just a fucking pervert!”

Hange wishes they cared. Because right now, they were in fuckcing heaven. You tasted fucking perfect on their tongue. Salty and sweet at the same time. And it was making them ridiculously hard. 

They can’t help but hump their cock against the plush zebra print sheets on your bed. Their jeans are sporting a wet spot from how much pre-cum is leaking from their twitching cock.

“You’re disgusting,” you tell them, “Like actually, I-I can’t believe I’m letting a fucking L-Loser eat my pussy.” Your voice goes all high-pitched at the end when HAnge speeds up their fingers, pulling off of your clit with a wet pop.

“You’re complaining a lot for someone who’s soaking her own sheets,” Hange snarks, voice hoarse. 

And Embarrassed, and irritated, you reach down and roughly yank at Hange’s hair/

“Shut the fuck up,” you say, “Or I’ll make you stop”

That puts hange right back in line. Their mouth snaps shut, and you hum in approval.

“That’s what I thought. You're gonna stop talking now?” you ask, staring at them.

And Hange gives you a big grin. Their eyes were wide with lust as they lowered their head back down. 

“Yes, Mommy,” they say. 

And you raise an eyebrow. It was all you could do to hide the deep spike of arousal that hit you.

“G-Get back to eating,” you moan, desperately pulling them closer to your cunt. 

And Hange goes right back to munching, holding your thighs down with one ridiculously strong hand while the other one keeps fucking in your cunt. Really pounding your poor little hole now. 

“Oh fuckkkkk,” you whine, “G-God, yeah, right there!”

“S-Shit, you’re gonna make me cum” 

The very thought only seems to invigorate Hange. And you can’t help but feed into the Loser. 

“Yeah, you like that. You wanna make Mommy cum?”

They get this dazed look in their eyes, nodding furiously, nose nuzzling the curly hairs atop your mound. 

“Then do it, Loser, make me cum, h-hurry-”

Your eyes cross before you can even finish. You want to hold eye contact with Hange, so you force yourself to focus. And when you do, when you see the sexy, needy way they’re staring up at you, you can't help the way your cunt starts to pulse. 

You feel your orgasm build up from deep inside of you. Winding up endlessly until you finally burst. 

You let out a whimper as Hange’s pace doesn’t stop working you through your peak. Your cunt is spasming and squirting right on Hange’s face. It’d be mortifying if Hange didn’t look utterly delighted as they open their mouth, tongue out, and everything as they slurp up your juices, delightedly. 

It feels like you’re floating forever before you finally manage to sit up. Hange’s already up beside you. Kissing on your neck. 

You roll your eyes at him. 

“Seriously? Did you fucking nut in your pants”

Hange smiles, “Oh, I so did”

“And you’re proud of that?”

“It would be more fun if I could do it inside you….” They hum. 

your chest heaves just a bit, panties soaking further.

“it feels good. i like it.”

hange nods just a bit, their calloused hands rubbing at your waist before lowering down to your hips where the waistband of your panties sit.

their breath ghosts over your clothed sex— heavily, purposefully— as they pulls down your panties— slowly, purposefully.

“up.” they commands in the softest voice and you obey. lifting up so hange could pull off your panties, their eyes trained to the wet spot your cunt left.

without a word, hange slips your panties in her back pocket with one hand and uses their other to take a soft hold on your ankle, chaste kisses already being left on them.

you could only bite your lip in response. your eyes trained to the way hange lips kiss along your legs, their calloused hands rubbing at your skin in ways that make goosebumps spread.

by the time hange reaches your inner thighs, your breathing picks up— and of course they notice this.

“do i make you nervous?”

you dont respond. but your eyes averting and teeth digging into your bottom lip was enough of a response to hange.

hange only gives your right thigh a small nip with their teeth, a wet tongue soothing it right after.

“h-hange.. you’re teasing..” you whisper, the running ac throughout the lab nearly overpowering your voice.

hange only smiles against your skin in response, hands now sliding up to your hips, their mouth going straight to wear you need it most.

“‘m sorry.” hange apologizes, their breath ghosting over your clit as they speak.

your breath shutters as hange starts off with a long lick, collecting all your wetness that was dripping right on their tongue.

“mm..” they softly hum, their hands moving a bit lower to grip at your ass. “i always wonder how you manage to taste so sweet..”

“hange..” you whine, flustered from their words.

hange only responds by diving in deeper, their lips suctioned over your vulva while their tongue laps your clit over and over.

you buck your hips and bury a hand in hanges brunette hair, fist tightening as their tongue moves faster.

“h- ah- god- hange-“ you choke, head throwing back as your hips begin to move, grinding against hanges face.

hange lowers their-self, their tongue prodding at your hole while their nose nudges into your abused clit.

your mouth opens with no sounds escaping and your grip on hange’s hair tightens, tugging them close as you grind your clit against their nose.

breathless moans and quiet cries leave your throat as your grinding turns frantic.

“hange- you’re gonna make me cum-“ you whine, thighs closing around hange’s head.

hange hums into you, the vibrations traveling as their tongue continues it’s assault on your cunt.

“hange- mfgh.. i’m gonna-“

your words are cut off by hange pulling away, your chest heaving and hips still bucking against, now, nothing.

before you get the chance to scold the brunette, they’re already whispering a soft “shh” as their lips move to lay wet kisses against your inner thigh while their hand caresses the outside.

“tell me how that felt, sugar.” hange speaks, brown eye staring up at you.

“i didn’t like it.” you mumble, molars gnawing on the inside of your cheeks while you look down at hange.

hange pouts and rests their head on your knee.

“what didn’t you like about it? describe it to me.”

you let out a quiet huff before responding. “well, i did like it.. a lot.. i just didnt get to cum is all…”

hange lifts their head and nods.

“so needy… i’ll try something different this time.” they speak, their hands already moving to spread your legs further.