hange's experiment

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. 

Hange had come over to do your homework like normal. But you hadn’t been wearing anything but a tiny baby tee 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. 

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

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. 

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 their 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.

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 thights, 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.

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 their 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.

You sat at a massive oak desk, hunched low over reports from the latest expeditions. The flame of a single candle cast whimsical, dancing shadows on the walls, catching stacks of books, blueprints for new equipment, and sheets covered in tiny handwriting out of the gloom. Your eyes were heavy with unbearable fatigue. The muscles in your back and shoulders ached, turned into tight, stone knots after hours of wearing the ODM gear. It felt as if the straps had eaten into your very skin, leaving invisible but painful marks on your body and soul.

Life in the Survey Corps was balancing on a razor’s edge. Every day could be the last; every expedition beyond the Walls took comrades away, leaving behind only empty bunks and bitter memories. That was why such rare moments of silence and solitude were valued like gold. But even in this silence, you couldn't find peace. Your thoughts, like a swarm of disturbed bees, kept returning to one single person whose insane, chaotic energy had become the meaning of your life in this cruel world.

To Hange Zoë.

The Commander (and in your heart, simply Hange) was always a hurricane. Brilliant, restless, sometimes frighteningly obsessed with her research, she burned with ideas, infecting everyone around her with her enthusiasm. But you knew another Hange, too. The one who hid behind the lenses of her glasses and a wide, mad smile. The one who spent nights over lists of the fallen, whose shoulders shook under the invisible weight of responsibility for the lives of soldiers. You loved both of them.

A loud thud as the door swung open made you flinch and tear your eyes away from the papers. A draft instantly extinguished the candle, plunging the room into semi-darkness, illuminated only by the smoldering coals in the fireplace.

She stood on the threshold.

Hange looked as though she had just emerged from the very epicenter of a storm. Her Survey Corps cloak, once green, was now a heavy, soaked, and mud-stained rag. Her hair, usually gathered in a messy ponytail, fell over her shoulders in dark, damp strands from which water dripped onto the stone floor. Her glasses were pushed up onto her forehead, and a fresh scratch adorned her cheek.

"Y/N!" her voice, hoarse but full of that very same inexhaustible energy, cut through the silence of the room. "You won't believe what I just discovered in the tissue samples from that fifteen-meter one! It's simply incredible, the cell structure upon cooling..."

She stopped short, noticing your tired gaze, which was filled with infinite tenderness. Hange closed the door behind her, cutting off the noise of the hallway, and leaned her back against it, breathing heavily. All her enthusiasm seemed to evaporate in an instant, giving way to the mortal fatigue she so carefully hid from her subordinates.

You silently rose from the desk, feeling your cramped joints crunch. Without saying a word, you walked over to her. Hange looked at you with her deep, brown eyes, in which there was now neither the mad spark of a scientist nor the steel of a commander—only vulnerability and infinite trust.

"You'll catch a cold, Hange," your voice sounded quiet, almost velvety in the room's semi-darkness.

Your hands reached for her cloak’s clasp. Your fingers, accustomed to gripping sword hilts, now moved with incredible caution and trepidation. You undid the metal fibula and pulled the heavy, wet fabric from her shoulders, casting the cloak onto the nearest chair. Beneath it was the standard uniform, soaked through with rainwater and sweat.

Hange did not resist. She obediently raised her arms, allowing you to unbutton her jacket. Every touch of yours to her body, hidden beneath layers of clothing and straps, caused a light shiver in her.

"I'm so tired, Y/N," she whispered, and her voice held a brokenness that made your heart clench. "Sometimes I feel like this nightmare will never end. That we’re just running in circles, losing those we love along the way."

You stopped, your palms resting on her chest, right over the ODM gear straps, feeling how her heart beat loudly and rapidly. "We will find a way out," you answered firmly but gently, lifting your gaze to her face. "You will find a way out. But for that, you need to be alive and healthy. And at least sometimes allow yourself to just be human, and not the Commander."

Your fingers slid to the buckles of her ODM gear straps. This process always felt deeply intimate to you. Removing those leather straps that wove the body into a tight cage felt as if you were removing armor, returning her freedom. Click of one buckle, then another. The metal parts jingled quietly as they fell to the floor. Your hands slid over her hips, waist, and shoulders, freeing her body from its shackles.

Hange watched your every move. Her breathing became deeper, a little more jagged. When the last strap hit the stone floor with a dull thud, you looked up and met her gaze, which had darkened, filled with heavy, viscous desire.

Suddenly, her rough hands, covered in calluses from blades and chemical burns, rested on your shoulders. She pulled you to her so sharply that you nearly lost your balance, pressing your palms against her sweat-dampened shirt.

"You know, Y/N," her voice broke into a hoarse whisper, burning the lobe of your ear. "My most important discovery in my entire life isn't the nature of the Titans. It’s how much I need you. How I go insane every time you head to the vanguard. How I want to lock you here, in this room, and never let you go."

These words, spoken with such desperate, frightening sincerity, lit a fire inside you. All the fatigue you’d accumulated throughout the day vanished, dissolving into adrenaline and mounting arousal.

You leaned forward, and your lips finally met. It wasn't a gentle, timid kiss. It held desperation, fear of loss, and the all-consuming passion of people who know that tomorrow might never come for them. Hange kissed you greedily, possessively; her tongue assertively breached the line of your lips, exploring your mouth with the same manic thoroughness with which she studied her samples, but now there was so much animal hunger in it that your legs buckled.

Your hands buried themselves in her damp, tangled hair, pulling her even closer, answering the kiss with equal passion. You stumbled away from the door, without breaking the kiss. Hange, moving with her characteristic grace and strength, pushed you toward the massive oak desk. With a loud rustle, stacks of reports, blueprints, and empty inkwells flew to the floor, clearing space.

She lifted you by the hips without effort and sat you on the edge of the desk. Your legs instinctively wrapped around her waist, pressing her hips tightly against yours. The warmth of her body permeated even the damp fabric of her trousers, making your lower abdomen ache sweetly with anticipation.

"Hange..." you exhaled right into her lips when she pulled away for a second to catch her breath.

"Let me," she whispered, her eyes feverishly glistening in the light of the smoldering fireplace. "Let me study your every reaction. Let me make you forget everything beyond the walls of this room."

Her hands, quick and dexterous, went for the buttons of your uniform shirt. She unbuttoned them impatiently, exposing your skin, covered in goosebumps from the cool air and incredible arousal. When the shirt slipped from your shoulders, Hange froze for a moment, her gaze reverently sliding over your neck, collarbones, and the hollow between your breasts, hidden only by the thin fabric of your undergarment.

"What perfection..." the scientist exhaled, leaning down and leaving a hot, moist kiss on your collarbone. You groaned quietly, throwing your head back. Her lips laid a searing path up your neck, finding your pulsing vein and biting the skin slightly where your pulse beat strongest.

Your hands convulsively squeezed her shoulders as she got rid of the remnants of your clothing. Soon, your chest was bare, your pale skin contrasting with the dim light of the fireplace. Hange looked at you as if you were the most beautiful and incomprehensible phenomenon in this world. Her large, calloused palms rested on your waist, slowly sliding upward until her fingers cupped your breasts.

You gasped intermittently when her thumbs traced your hardened nipples. The sensation of her rough skin on your most sensitive spots was incredibly contrasting and arousing. Hange leaned in, capturing one nipple with her lips, teasing it with her tongue while her hand continued to caress the other breast. You arched your back, your fingers digging into her hair. Quiet, unrestrained moans broke from your lips, echoing off the stone walls of the office.

"That's it..." Hange purred between kisses, her voice vibrating against your skin. "Your pulse is quickening, your body temperature is rising... I love how you react to me, Y/N."

She pulled away from your chest and, looking straight into your eyes, began to undo the straps on your trousers. You helped her, lifting your hips to let her pull the dense fabric and your underwear off you. Now you sat before her on the table, completely naked, open to her greedy, adoring gaze.

Hange didn't keep you waiting long. In one fluid motion, she pulled her soaked shirt over her head, casting it aside. Her body, lean and covered in scars from battles and burns, was beautiful with that wild, Spartan beauty inherent only to true warriors. You reached out, tracing the long scar on her side with your fingertips, making her gasp convulsively and close her eyes.

"My turn," you whispered.

Your hands undid her trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Hange stepped closer, finding herself between your parted thighs. The heat radiating from her enveloped you like a cocoon.

She leaned down, her face at the level of your abdomen. Soft, teasing kisses covered your stomach, moving lower and lower. You involuntarily tensed, feeling everything inside you tighten with sweet, agonizing anticipation. Your hands rested on her shoulders, your fingers digging into her skin when Hange finally knelt before the table.

Her breath burned your femininity, and in the next moment, you felt the touch of her tongue. You screamed loudly, throwing your head back, hitting your head against a stack of books that had miraculously survived on the edge of the table. The sensations were too bright, too overwhelming.

Hange acted with expertise, with the same thoroughness and passion with which she approached her experiments. She knew every sensitive spot on your body. Her tongue made wide, moist strokes, licking your natural lubricant, and then concentrated on your pulsating, sensitive nub, teasing it with quick, rhythmic movements.

"Ha-ange... God..." you gasped, your hips moving involuntarily to meet her caresses, seeking more contact, more pressure.

The scientist hummed quietly, contentedly, feeling your reaction. Her hands rested on your thighs, holding you firmly in place, not letting you pull away or escape this sweet torture. Suddenly, you felt two fingers smoothly but confidently slide inside you. You arched, clenching around her fingers, feeling how they perfectly filled the void, moving in rhythm with the movements of her tongue.

The tempo increased. Hange’s thumb continuously caressed your clitoris while two other fingers entered you deeply, hitting your most sensitive walls. It was a perfect, measured symphony of pleasure that drove you insane. Colored spots danced before your eyes; the world narrowed down to the size of this oak table, to the scent of rain, ozone, and musk, to the sounds of your own moans and wet slapping.

"Let yourself go, Y/N," you heard Hange’s muffled voice, breaking off for only a second. "For me..."

The words acted like a trigger. The tension that had been building in your lower abdomen reached a critical mass and exploded in a blinding flash of orgasm. Your body shuddered in powerful convulsions, your fingers digging into Hange’s shoulders until they turned white. You screamed her name while waves of deafening, pulsating pleasure rolled through your body, forcing your muscles to spasm around her fingers.

Hange didn't stop, continuing to caress you until the last echoes of orgasm left your trembling body. Only then did she slowly withdraw her fingers, leaving a gentle, grateful kiss on the inner side of your thigh, and stood up.

Her face glistened with sweat, her eyes were dark, and her pupils were dilated to the limit. She breathed heavily, looking at you—disheveled, flushed, leaning heavily on your hands behind you. Her gaze held absolute, boundless adoration.

But you weren't about to let her remain just an observer. Your body was still buzzing from the pleasure you’d just experienced, but the desire to return that same caress, to make this strong, brilliant woman lose control, was unbearable.

Not giving Hange time to come to her senses, you pulled her toward you, forcing her to fall onto the table beside you. Papers scattered onto the floor with a rustle. You took the initiative, ending up on top, pressing her against the cool wooden surface.

"Now it’s my turn to conduct experiments, Commander," you whispered, your hand sliding down her flat, sweat-covered stomach.

Hange gasped convulsively; her back arched when you began to caress her slowly, teasingly. Your lips found her neck, leaving hot kisses and light bites on her sensitive skin, forcing the Commander to moan quietly and helplessly.

"Y/N... oh, damn it..." her hands wandered chaotically over your back, clutching your skin, trying to find a point of support in this hurricane of sensations.

You knew what she liked. You knew how she loved roughness mixed with tenderness, how she needed to feel your power in such moments to forget about her own immense responsibilities. You slid two fingers inside her, sharply, deeply, forcing her to scream loudly. She clutched your shoulders, her breathing breaking into a whine.

You moved inside her quickly, ruthlessly, your free hand finding her clitoris, rubbing it firmly. Hange thrashed beneath you, her moans becoming louder, more desperate. She muttered incoherent words, a mixture of your name, swearing, and pleading. All her genius, all her intellect turned off, leaving only pure, primal instinct and a thirst for release.

"Look at me, Hange," you commanded, accelerating the pace, feeling her become unbearably hot and wet around your fingers.

She opened her eyes, full of tears of pleasure, looking at you with such love and submission that it took your breath away. Her body tensed like a taut string. With a loud, long-drawn-out cry, Hange plunged into the abyss of orgasm. Her nails left deep scratches on your back, her thighs clenched around your hand, and her body shuddered in powerful, unending waves of pleasure. You continued to caress her until she went limp on the table, breathing heavily, unable to utter a single word.

Outside the window, the thunderstorm began to gradually subside. The furious downpour was replaced by the monotonous, soothing sound of light rain. The fireplace in the room had almost died out, leaving only a warm, reddish glow of coals, casting soft reflections on your naked, intertwined bodies.

You moved from the table to a small but soft sofa standing in the corner of the office, covering yourselves with a blanket you had thoughtfully taken from the back of a chair. Hange lay on her back, pulling you toward her. Your head rested on her chest, and you listened to the steady, soothing beat of her heart. Her fingers lazily, almost unconsciously, toyed with your hair.

The room smelled of thunderstorms, burnt wood, old books, and the tart, sweet scent of sex. It was the scent of your small, secret sanctuary, where neither Titans, nor orders, nor death had access.

"You know..." Hange’s voice was quiet, devoid of its usual brightness, saturated with incredible tenderness and fatigue. "If one day this world finally collapses, and we have nothing left... I want to meet the end of the world exactly like this. In your arms."

You smiled, pressing your lips to her warm skin just above her heart.

"This world will not collapse as long as you are in it, Hange Zoë," you whispered, running your hand over her stomach. "We will survive. We will see the sea; we will see what lies beyond it. And until then... I will be nearby. In every expedition, in every battle. And every night like this."

She pulled you closer, burying her nose in the crown of your head. In the silence of the office, to the accompaniment of the dying rain, her breathing gradually leveled out. The mad, brilliant scientist, the Commander of the Survey Corps, fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, for the first time in a long while not fearing nightmares. Because here, in your arms, she had found her only true salvation.