#hange

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.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

For a moment they don’t answer. Instead they move closer, slow and tentative, until they’re right in front of you. Their hands hover uncertainly at your waist, like they’re waiting for permission they aren’t sure they deserve.

Then, softer than you expect:

“I missed you.”

The words knock a small crack into your anger.

Hange notices immediately, of course they do. Their fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and suddenly the careful distance vanishes. They lean into you, forehead pressing against your shoulder with a quiet exhale that sounds almost like relief.

“You smell like home,” they murmur.

“Well, you smell terrible.” Your voice still carries some irritation, but your arms have already betrayed you, loosening from their crossed position.

They tilt their head up just enough to look at you through their crooked glasses. Their eyes are bright in that restless way they get when they’ve gone too long without sleep or when their mind is running too fast.

“I know you’re mad,” they say. “You should be. I’ve been terrible.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Devastatingly terrible,” they agree solemnly.

And then, because Hange is Hange, they slide their arms around your waist and tug you down with surprising strength until you both end up on the edge of the couch. The movement is clumsy, half-planned at best, but suddenly they’re pressed close against you, clinging like they’ve been deprived of affection for a week.

“Hange—”

“I just need a minute,” they interrupt quickly.

Their head drops to your shoulder again. One of their hands squeezes your thigh absentmindedly, grounding them. You feel the restless energy in them, like they’ve been running on adrenaline and curiosity for days and finally hit a wall the second they got near you.

“You know what happens when I work too much?” they mumble.

“You forget to eat.”

“That too.”

You wait.

“And I start thinking about you instead of the experiment.”

A pause.

“Which,” they add thoughtfully, “is extremely distracting.”

You try to stay annoyed. You really do. But Hange is already melting against you, practically draped across your lap like gravity decided you were the safest place in the world.

“You’re impossible,” you mutter.

“Correct.”

They tilt their head again, glasses slightly askew, and look at you with that shameless, affectionate intensity that always manages to sneak past your defenses.

“I’ll make it up to you,” they say quietly.

The promise hangs in the warm air between you.

“i can’t do this anymore, eren.”

eren never thought in his life would he ever hear you say those words to him, but here he was, heart like a stone at the pit of stomach and body stupid frozen. so obviously, to handle the breakup appropriately like mature adults, he’s got your soft walls wrapped around him, fingers tight around your throat as if he wants to burn his fingerprints into the neck of your skin.

break up sex. it’s normal, every couple has it, that’s what he said. and he knows you can’t say no to sex with him, especially when you know eren will have you like this, pussy drooling around him and eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your hands wrapped around his wrist where he’s got his arm pinning you down by your neck. there’s still the hollow pit in his stomach, still hurt from the way you slashed those words into him. “we’re not good for each other, this won’t last long and you know it.” he had never thought of wanting another girl forever until you, never cared much for lasting long in a relationship before you came into his life like a hurricane. and for you to say there was no future in the only thing he does see a future in, it hurt.

“i love you so much baby,” he grunted, watching the way he slides in and out of you, the obscene noise it’d make, watched how you took him so fucking well. and there’s no more of this? forever?

“don’t say that,” you said, breathless, “we’re not together anymore. you don’t get to say that.” there was no weight behind your words, and both of you knew it. eren’s hand loosened from your throat, dragging its way up to your cheek, where he cradled your face so lovingly before landing a hard smack on your cheek, you yelping in response.

“you don’t get to fucking speak to me like that,” he said coldly, mood completely switched. his pace never faltered, cock still drilling into you insistently, battering at your cervix with every thrust, deliberate. your hand came up to feel your cheek where he slapped you, your eyes hurt and pathetic but he didn’t buy it. “don’t act like you didn’t tighten around me like a slut when i slapped you.” his hand came to find your throat again, and squeezed, hard enough to where your vision began to blur at the corners, and you couldn’t help the tears that sprung up and threaten to fall from the corner of your eyes.

you hated it, but he was right, and if it wasn’t break up sex that you were having, you’d grab eren’s hand yourself and pressed it against your cheek, signaling him to slap you again, feeling dirty at the way it made it you feel. how dirty eren always made you feel.

“you’re mine,” eren said, his rough hands gripping your hips, bouncing you down to meet every thrust of his hips, forcing himself even deeper. “don’t care if you never want to see me again, if it’s over. this pussy knows who she fuckin belongs to,” he rested his forehead against yours, trailing his hand down and began rubbing at your clit. your back bowed obediently to his touch and you whined, feeling that familiar pit in your stomach, like your skin was on fire.

“‘m not yours, ‘ren,” you managed to whimper out between the schlick sound of your pussy made around him, insistent on being stubborn even though you knew you sounded so weak. you needed to cum and you wanted eren to touch you everywhere, but you know better, you tell yourself. he needs to know you’re serious. “n-not, fuck, not your-“

you saw eren’s eyes turn dark, and you know it wasn’t good. his fingers leave your clit and he pulls out abruptly, and you winced from the emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing. he didn’t leave you time to mourn it though, as he dragged you roughly up to your knees to the edge of the bed, sitting down with his feet on the floor and then bending you over his lap.

when you registered the position you were in, you knew you were fucked. without warning came a hard spank to your ass and you cried out, the sting of eren’s handprint on your ass somehow converting itself into pleasure. when eren spoke, he didn’t sound like your boyfriend (or ex boyfriend now, you should say).

“who do you fucking belong to if not me?” spank. “you already want to find another guy? already want to show off this single pussy around?” he spat the word single out bitterly as if it was a slur, ignoring your cries and pleas as he kept on spanking you, each slap harder than the last. “only one who can treat you like this is me,” his voice dropped lowly, pulling hard on your hair to have you face him. and you knew you were screwed. eren gets upset easily, sure, but only rarely does he get mad. territorial, yes, but this is different, a nasty mix of the two and you knew there was no chance you can get him to play nice again.

“fucking slut. i know you’re wet from getting your ass spanked raw like this.” his fingers dragged deftly over your folds and it was the sensation you needed so badly, climax still bubbling for release from before. he slapped you again, this time between your legs, ignoring how you bsck arched, needing so bad to cum. “knew it. can’t even punish you ‘cause you get off to it,” he chuckled, flipping you over. he leaned down, real close until your noses brush, one hand supporting the back of your neck so you’re able to look up at him, the other dancing between your legs.

“you’re mine,” he said, and inserted two fingers into your stretched hole, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, stubborn fit forgotten. “you think other men can make you feel like this?” his fingers fuck you hard, curling upwards at the perfect spot at the perfect time and you’re gonna go crazy, you feel like your skin is set on fire and you need to cum so badly your head is dizzy with it, dizzy with so much need. “think they can get you this fucked dumb? i don’t give a fuck who you go to but you’re mine, doll. say it.”

it doesn’t take much for you to fold, and damn eren for knowing exactly what he’s doing. “mm, ‘m yours eren! f-fuck, this pussy is yours all yours!” you babbled, repeating it as if you were a broken radio, hips grinding against his fingers still pumping in and out of you, looking for some sweet friction against your clit to push you over the edge.

“that’s what i thought, slut,” eren sneered, and your cheeks burn bright red in humiliation, but you’re too fucked out to give it any second thoughts. he’s so fucking mean. his fingers leave you and you cry out, actually cry out, hot tears spilling out from frustration. you’re so overstimulated but for nothing at all, and this knot at the pit of your tummy’s been burning for so damn long you’re actually gonna go crazy- “want you to ride me. you can do that, can’t you?”

you nod quickly, climbing onto his lap obediently, fingers rushing to wrap around him, guiding him towards your fucked out entrance and sinking down on to his cock with ease, grateful that you have something inside you again. you looked like a goddess, eren thought, with your tits bouncing inches from his face and your neck lolled back, sweet sounds falling out of your mouth and he prays, prays you weren’t serious because he don’t think he’d be able to live without this. without you falling apart on his dick every night, whining and begging like a whore for him to make you cum.

“such a good girl,” he said and you preened from the praise, hands coming up to steady you at your hips, fingers digging hard into the soft skin. your moans progressively got more high-pitched and short, breathing ragged and he knows you’re chasing that orgasm, silently pleading for him to touch you just right, so you’d fall completely over. selfishly, eren doesn’t want to. he doesn’t want this to end, not knowing what kind of excuses he can conjure up to convince you to stay. you’re right, they always argue, always hot and cold, two powerful and stubborn forces against each other with neither of them willing to be the bigger person. but he loves you, so much he feels it palpate out of his chest sometimes, and he knows you got to feel the same. so why this? why?

“touch me, eren,” you pleaded, fucking yourself on him and your bounces are getting sloppier, weaker as your knees began to grow tired. you’ve always been a pillow princess. “please i need to cum. want it so bad ‘ren, please-“

there was a white creamy ring around the base of his dick from how much you’ve been drooling on him, and eren feels his own release threatening to come too, knowing he can’t delay it any further. his rough fingers came to your clit, rubbing and it was exactly what you needed. you snapped your eyes shut, overwhelmed and seeing stars behind your eyelids as your moans get higher, desperate.

“cum for me baby,” eren said, voice strangely soft but his breathing rough. “cum on my dick, i--"

you tuned out the rest of what he said the moment you feel that knot tighten in you and you came, so hard it shocked the both of you, squirting all over his thighs and lap and dripping onto the newly washed sheets, your manicured nails digging into eren’s arms and your face deep in the crevice of his neck as you drooped, letting eren ride you through the spasm of your orgasm, chasing his too.

“god you’re perfect,” eren whispered brokenly, hands kneading at your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so he can easier drill into you, while you mewl and squirm from the overstimulation.

“cum in me baby,” you rushed out, too fucked out to think about the repercussions. he’s always pulled out, but god fuck it. “please i want it i want it-“

and you never need to tell you this man anything twice. with one last thrust, he cums, dick emptying itself deep inside you, your walls fluttering around as if you’re welcoming it. he couldn’t look away and stayed inside you even when his cum started to leak out around him, both of your breathing ragged.

“get out of me,” you said finally, after a while. eren rolled off, and you can feel his seed trickle out of you the moment he pulled it out, your hole spasming from the sudden loss. you looked at the man next to you, hair wild, eyes closed. he’s so heartbreakingly beautiful and if you hadn’t have thought about this for so long, you’d come running to take him back. eren loves you, you know that, but sometimes that’s not enough.

he cracked an eye open, emerald piercing straight through you, catching you in the act of staring. he looked at you, scruntizing, and narrowed his eyes before popping the question, oh-so-casually, as if he didn’t care at all.

“when do you want me to pack my bags?”