mclovin

you could only whine as ymir begins thrusting once more, choked gasps leaving your mouth as the silicone tip slowly grazes that one spot. ymir only attacks your neck and shoulder with kisses and bites, quiet grunts and huffs leaving her mouth.

"y-ymirrr.." you whine, head lolling back onto her shoulder as she begins to pick up her pace, a free hand of hers traveling low to toy with your swollen clit.

you cry out into the air as she rolls her fingers over your clit, timing it perfectly with her thrusts.

"am i going too fast? is it still too much?" she whispers in your ear and all you and do is tighten your grip on her bicep and bite down on your lip. "do you wanna set the pace then, baby?"

ymir stops her thrusts, lips still moving against your skin and you don't truly realize she stopped until half a minute passes, too dazed to realize anything.

"ymir?" your words are cut off by ymir taking a grip on your chin and making you to kiss her, tongue immediately going past your teeth and into your mouth.

your arms contort themselves so you're able to get a grip on ymir's hair— soft heavy pants filling the room as your mouths move against each other, your cunt clamping down on ymir's strap.

ymir is already pulling away before you could get too into the kiss, pushing you away so your chest is flushed against the mattress once more.

her hands travel your body from the shoulders down, hands finding your hips right back again.

with your neck twisted, you keep your gaze on ymir, mouth agape as she moves you onto her strap. it doesn't take you long to figure out what she wants, body moving on your own as she loosens her grip on your hips

"that's it. take all the time you need, baby." ymir coo's, eyes trained on how slow you fuck yourself onto her, your face contorting with each move.

"ymir- baby- can you-" you rasp, face turning back into the mattress.

"can i? do you need help? are you struggling, dear?"

you let out a sob into the mattress, body still moving as you try to recreate the pleasure ymir gave you mere minutes ago.

"oh god-"

ymir hands continue to touch you, traveling under need to toy at your clit once more.

"ymirrrrr" you cry, back bending as she continues to roll her fingers against your clit, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watches you fall apart.

"are you close? are you gonna cum?"

you could only nod your head, mouth wide with no sound escaping as that familiar feeling builds in your lower stomach.

a small croak leaves your throat as you feel ymir pull out and thrust right back in, making her thrusts match the way her fingers tease your clit— slow and hard.

"mfghhh- 'm cumming-" you mewl, fingers gripping the sheets as ymir slowly fucks you through your orgasm, praises and soft words leaving her lips.

"did so good for me, baby."

"take your time, doll."

"sounded so pretty, love."

"sleepy?" ymir whispers, pulling out and unbuckling the strap from her hips to throw it else where, her attention solely on you.

you're nearly asleep, eyes shut and breath slow and steady. a kiss to your cheek makes you crack an eye and be met with your lover.

"'m just resting my eyes."

ymir chuckles softly, hand reaching to move your fallen hair from your face.

"sleep. i'll clean you up." she speaks, kissing your cheek once more before moving to the bathroom for a warm rag to clean 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 let out a whine, wrapping your arms around nanami's neck and hiding your face in her chest as she gropes you.

"ken.." you rasp as you feel her fingers play with your thong.

"when'd you buy this, baby?" nanami questions, hands now running up and down your back.

"a couple days ago." you lift your head to look at her.

"and you hid it from me?"

you could only giggle softly and nod. "yup."

"naughty" she only responds which gets another laugh out of you.

nanami's eyes move travel down and take in the way the bra cups your breast, a hand raising to grope the soft flesh.

"mm-" you moan, body arching into nanami's touch.

"so perfect.." she murmurs, pushing you further into the room.

your legs hits the bed frame and you let your body fall onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows to see nanami who's taking off her belt with one hand as she crawls on top of you.

your back bows as nanami's lips meet your neck, teeth digging into your soft skin.

"kento-" you gasp, hand moving down to help take the woman's slacks off.

by the time nanami's underwear was exposed, she was already kissing down the exposed skin on your stomach.

"so pretty f'me" she whispers, fingers squeezing your hips.

now, nanami lays on her stomach, arms wrapped around your thighs and mouth moving against your clothed sex.

your hips buck "ken- ah- mm- please… stop teasing." you whine, attempting to grind against nanami's face.

nanami pulls away, eyes locked on yours while her head moves to attack your inner thighs. tongue sticking out and laying a long wet lick.

"i'm not teasing." nanami simply states, moving to your other thigh and giving it the same treatment. "i just want to savor the moment. is that so wrong?"

you could only turn your head to look away and whine once more, hips bucking as nanami's teeth digs into your fat.

"look at me."

nanami unlatches herself from your thigh and makes her way closer to you. the sound of her belt leaving her jeans filling your ears.

she keeps herself held up with one hand next to your head, the other that held the belt reaching to caress your face with her fingers.

nanami's fingers roughly grab at your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"i said, look at me. do i need to punish you?"

your hand raises to find nanami's skin under her shirt. "you were teasing me, ken." you pout, fingers dancing along her tanish skin.

"what's your definition of teasing? not getting what you want?" nanami raises herself, gathering your wrists in one hand to bond them. "so spoiled…" she mutters, beginning to tie her belt around your two wrists.

"are you really gonna tie me up?" you flutter your lashes up at your lover, fingers reaching to touch her hand. "it's your birthday, kenny… i'm supposed to treat you."

nanami could only let out a breathless chuckle, tying the belt extra tight which causes you to hiss.

"kenny…" you coo, waiting for her to look at you. "kenny.. dont do this, please?"

nanami finally looks at you, hand still wrapped around your wrist. "give me one reason why i shouldn't tie you up."

"it's your birthday, baby. untie me and i can treat you. i know you had a long day at work.. please?"

nanami tsks and let's your words dance in the air for a moment.

"hmm.." she begins. "no."

"nanami!" you whine as your suddenly flipped over onto your stomach, nanami straddling your thighs from the back.

"all this whining. do i need to stuff your mouth?" nanami speaks, hands beginning to grope at your ass.

you let out a quiet moan and arch into her touch which earns you a slap.

"ah-!" you cry, burying your face into the mattress.

"count." is all nanami says, one hand gripping at your hair to pull your head up as the other lands a harsh smack on your ass.

a groan coming erupts from your throat. "ah- one!" another hit causes a whimper to erupt this time. "t-two!" nanami caresses your irritated skin, fingers digging into your flesh and groping.

you bite down at your lip, trying your best to not make another sound or to move into nanami's touch.

"mmm" nanami hums, hand back to caressing your skin. you let out a quiet whimper as she begins to spread your cheeks, presenting the brown thong you have on. "so so beautiful.." she mumbles, letting go of your hair so she can properly touch you.

your face falls against the mattress with a groan, neck twisting so your eyes can look at nanami's movements.

"can't believe you hid this from me…" she whispers, hands moving to the sides of your body, fingers sliding under and touching your stomach.

"'m sorry.. i wanted to surprise you."

nanami finally looks at you, moving closer so her face is mere inches from yours. "i know." she speaks softly. "you said you wanted to treat me?"

you nod your head eagerly, looking between nanami's two eyes and her lips. "please."

"okay." is all nanami says, leaning closer to connect your lips.

it was a kiss that was far too quick. your lips try chasing after nanami's, but she pulls away and moves to lay on the bed with her back against a couple of pillows.

"come." she speaks, waiting for you to make your way over to her.

nanami watches as you work yourself to where you sit with your feet tucked behind you, tied wrists in your lap.

you let out a huff before crawling over toward nanami, situating yourself so you're straddling her hips, fingers wrapping around her tie for support.

"im proud of you. didn't even ask me for help." nanami teases, hands running up and down your back and pulling you closer into her after she removes her belt from around your wrist, tossing the leather belt else where.

you don't respond to her words, only leaning into her touch, hips beginning to roll.

nanami stuffs her face into your breast, tongue sticking out to collect the sweat that formed on your hot skin. her hands work their way down to your hips, helping you roll them against her clothed sex, mouth still working at your breast.

"ah- nanami-" you choke as your clit catches against hers, the cotton of nanami's underwear causing a barrier that leaves you aching for more.

nanami's hands grip you further, one of them coming up to pull your bra cup down and reveal your nipple.

you let out a quiet mewl as nanami latches onto your nipple, hand that was once gripping you hip now kneads your other breast.

you can feel the wetness that sticks to your panties and it makes you whine.

"kentoo-" you roll your hips in a slower motion, trying to make your harden clits touch for as long as possible.

you could hear nanami's breath hitch as they touch. "fuck." she mutters.

"do you- ah- do you feel how much i need you? ple-ase! please ken.."

nanami lifts her head, "ah- fuck- get on your back, baby." she speaks, already helping you lay onto your back, spreading your thighs and slotting herself right in between them.

she pulls your panties and her underwear to the side so fast you barely notice, a moan getting stuck in your throat as your bare clits finally connect.

nanami holds a tight grip on your thighs as she pins them back against you, rutting roughly against your sex.

"na- ah! mfgh! too fast! kento! slow downn!!" you mewl, fingers trying to grip at her clothing and her blonde hair.

nanami only moves your legs so they wrap around her torso, hips still moving as she hides her face in the crook of your neck.

you could hear her heavy breathing, the lewd slick noises of your wetnesses mixing, and feel the way her clit throbs against yours.

"had such a long day at- fuck- work.." nanami mumbles, hot breath tickling your neck. "but i got the prettiest girl waiting for me at home." she lifts her head, a hand coming up to hold your chin and force you to look at her. "aren't i right?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around her neck to bring her close.

"so pretty for me." nanami breathes, face flustered from the pleasure and euphoria.

"ah- ha- mm- happy b-birthday, ken." you choke, connecting your lips with nanami's.

you feel nanami's hips stutter against yours and come to a still, her head drifting back into the crook of your neck as she groans and breathes heavily.

you were in the same position. legs tighten around her torso and hips bucking, trying to find more fiction as you're just on the edge of cumming.

"nana- ngh- please can i cum-" you quietly cry, fingers tightening around her blonde hair.

nanami only responds by moving her hips one more time, just enough to set you off and have you cumming with a choked groan.

you barely have the time to breathe before nanami begins kissing you all over your face, causing a fit of giggles to come from you.

"kento! stop- haha! i can't- breathe!" you laugh, hand moving from her hair to her face, trying to push her away.

nanami ignores your pleads and continues to kiss you all over, working her way down to your breast where she sticks her face in between your breast and giving a long lick down the middle before raising her head to look at you.

your words snap higuruma out of his imagination, his eyes snapping at the paper that you held out for him.

"sorry- i just.. uhm.. thank you!" he stutters, taking the paper from your hand.

you shake your head at higuruama's words, letting him take the paper. "no- no worries! i don't blame you for zoning out, happens to a lot of freshmen."

higuruma nods, blush spreading across his hooked nose. "oh! haha.. well, i'll see you next class, miss." he smiles, heading towards the exit of your class.

"bye, higuruma!" you wave towards the male, glossed lips curling into a smile.

higuruma looked at your curled lips and wondered how often you reapply your lip combo— how you looked as well. did your breast press together as you apply your purplish lip liner? he wondered how the lip prints would look on his skin. or maybe how you would scratch at his back. or tug at his hair… god! he was losing his mind!!

he should probably ask you out to dinner- no. that'd be weird.. you're old enough to be his mother.

he shouldn't…

"higuruma! to what do i owe this visit?" you smile with those eyes that make his heart stutter staring up at him.

higuruma adjusts his messenger bag on his shoulder before he speaks. "nothing special, i was just wondering if would you like to go to dinner with me? or brunch if that's more your thing.."

your lips pursed for just a split second. "oh!"

that's not a good sign.

"i would love to, but i think that would be extremely inappropriate considering i'm your professor."

higuruma's cheeks flushed a scarlet red, the blush its deepest at the tip of his ears, and his grip on the strap of his bag is just a little tighter.

"oh- i'm sorry- i wanted to go over my last essay- i got more marks than usual-" higuruma stutters with tensed shoulders.

now it's your turn to be flustered. "oh! haha- i'm sorry i thought-" you shake your head, hands waving as well. higuruma nervously chuckles as well, heart beating loud throughout his body.

"i'm sorry-" your hand lands on your heart and higuruma mouth parts just a bit, watching as your chest jiggles softly from the action.

"i would love to- i think it would be better for us to do it here, actually. i would hate to bring papers to a dinner." you chuckle, leg crossing over the other as lean back in your chair.

higuruma nods. "of course- i'm sorry i came off that way" he apologies, head bowing in apology

god, and you're so sweet you just wave him off.

“oh, sweetheart” fuck. “there’s no need to apologize, okay? i’ll see you next class.”

higuruma smiles, and waves goodbye, thumb grazing over the paper you gave him. grazing right over the area where you held it.

that night, he imagined your glossed lip prints all over his face, your hand wrapped around his cock, and your voice flooding his ears.

"does that feel good, sweetheart?" you speak with your lips pressed to neck, pigment definitely staining his pale skin. higuruma's eyes are shut tight, fist wrapped around his hard cock as he imagines the fist is actually yours. "doing so good for me. my sweet baby." you coo, thumb swiping over his tip as your kisses make their way to his lips.

with one more squeeze of his fist around his hard cock, higuruma cums with a low groan and a whimper. his thighs tensing and hips bucking.

next afternoon however, he's sitting next to you in the front row of your classroom and you're lean over pointing out mistakes on his laptop screen.

"so, here." you point to an underlined word. "this statement is just completely untrue." higuruma nods at your words, a soft blush grazing his face as he switches tabs to correct his mistake.

you let out a sigh, leaning back in your desk. "y'know i was a little concerned when you got so much wrong on this essay. you're one of my smartest students."

higuruma's lips purse at your words. he hadn't done bad on the essay on purpose… not really.

"if you need to skip my class at times, that's perfectly fine with me."

higuruma's shoulders tense and his fingers still on the mouse pad on his laptop. "oh- no worries. i just have my off days." he sheepishly speaks, a strand of hair falling as he shakes his head at your offer.

you couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at higuruma's reaction, leaning forward and reaching to fix the fallen strand. "are you sure, hun?" your hand just grazing his as you let it fall back into your lap.

higuruma's eyes widen and his heart jumps, a hand coming up to adjust the neckline of his cardigan, suddenly feeling too tight.

"i'm sure! thank you though."

you nod your head at higuruma's words. taking notice of how red his face his, how tense his shoulders are, and how strained his voice is.

you lean over to his desk, supporting yourself on your elbows. "are you still confused on how you got this grade?"

higuruma usually knows better. he should shake his head and go back to his dorm, but the way your perfume fills his nose is driving him far too insane.

"higuruma?" your hand lands over his. "are you sure you're okay?"

higuruma's next movements are sudden and that causes a reaction out of you— you pull your hand away with a gasp.

"i'm sorry, miss, i have to go." he speaks with a quickness, now shut laptop covering his crotch as he stands and bids you a goodbye before rushing out your door.

you didn't even get to wave the poor boy goodbye. a frown tugging at your lips as worry floods your body.

but, then it clicked.

higuruma was always left leaving your class with something covering his crotch, and his voice seemed like it lacked oxygen or something. oh god, and his tomato face.

does he? … does your student have a crush on you?

the feeling, the thought, the idea of the whole question eats at you for the next two days— the days higuruma wasn't seen in your class. you found yourself staying at your desk extra late in hope he'll show, your thighs pressing together in the slightly ripped pantyhose you wore just for him.

it felt silly, honestly. getting all worked up over the thought of a student having a crush on you. a student!

but what you didn't know was higuruma was walking past your classroom door multiple times a day to catch a peek at you? it was only a couple of glimpses, but thank god for photographic memory.

your posture, fuck. is it weird that your posture turns him on? and the way you sometimes curl a piece of your hair when grading papers— grading them so late at that. were you waiting for him? did you like him back?

multiple knocks on the door frame to your open classroom catches your attention, your eyes widening once you who it is.

"higuruma.. is everything okay?" you ask with visible concern, already rising from your chair to approach the male. "i'm fine, i just came here to apologize." higuruma speaks, wide eyes watching you come close.

you let out a hum, tip of your heels meeting his shoes as you come close to bring the back of your hand to his forehead.

"higuruma, you're all red and warm. have you visited the campus nurse?"

higuruma shakes his head, letting you take ahold of his wrist and drag him to your desk where you sit him in your chair.

"miss, i-i'm fine. i promise." higuruma stutters, eyebrows furrowing as your face is suddenly so close to his. "higuruma, are you.." your hand lands on the bulge in his pants, already hard— from what? neither of you are sure— "are you…" you pull back a little, lips forming into a pout as you feign a thought. "god what's the word?" you squeeze higuruma's bulge, his breath hitching as your glossed lips are now mere inches away from his pursed slightly chapped ones.

"are you attracted to me?"

you lips graze his as you ask the question, eyes flickering from his wide ones to his lips.

"i.."

"you..?"

"no."

you pull back just an inch, but not enough for higuruma to breath, your lips curling into a smile.

there was a beat of silence, higuruma's heavy breathing overpowering the sound of the ac from how close he is.

"so if i kissed you, you'd push me off?"

his breath hitches, a shaking hand raising to hold at your hip— the action only making your lips curl further upwards.

"please."

with a tiny, "hm." of satisfaction, you lean in, taking notice of the way higuruma's body arches into yours.

your glossed lips press against higurumas chapped ones, your blunt nails digging into his shoulders as you lean more into him, practically on top of the poor boy.

higuruma's so eager it makes your lips curl into yet another smile. his own lips already moving for another kiss, head tilting to get more.

"mm.." your push higuruma to lean back in the chair. "slow down." you move to sit sideways in his lap, palms cupping one side of his face while your lips kiss upon the other.

"i'm not going anywhere, sweetie." you whisper right in his ear as you move to attack his neck.

higuruma head tilts back to give you more space, subtle groans and grunts leaving his lips as the sound of your lips pressing against his skin fills his ears.

a quiet gasp leaves your lips as you feel higuruma's palm squeeze your thigh, the fingers grazing the middle of where your two thighs connect.

you pull away, just enough to make contact.

higuruma speaks first, palm hiking its way to grip your ass.

"can i touch you, miss? … please?"

your lips curl into a small smile, nails twirling the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

"you can touch me all you want, baby."

higuruma's grip tightens and you connect your lips once more, the kiss now messy and hungry.

a gasp leaves your mouth and you tilt your head back as higuruma's lips travel down to your neck and collar bone, leaving you panting through your open mouth, sucks and nibbles being left on your sensitive skin, higuruma's rough hands guiding your hips over his hard on.

"mfgh-" higuruma inhales your scent as he presses his nose against your neck— the first area you spray your perfume every morning— "fu-" higuruma takes one more sniff, hand gripping your ass with such force you nearly let out a squeal. "fuckkkkkk.." he chokes, grip loosening and hips bucking.

you feel the warmness spread through the clothing, fingers still raking through higuruma's soft hair as he comes down from his high, his arms now wrapping tight around you as he nuzzles his face further into your neck.

"are you okay, hun?”

"can i do you?"

higuruma's head lifts and his arms tighten around you just a bit, eyes looking deep into yours.

"please, miss. i-" he dips his head back into the crook of your neck, hand slipping lower and gripping at your fat once more (this time with more gentleness)

"i want you." his hands rises further up, fingers sliding under your top and grazing your smooth skin. "i want to see you," his palm squeezes your flesh and your breath hitches. "i want to touch you."

higuruma's eyes meet yours again.

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.