hiiii! i just wanted to say first of all that i love your writing ur so talented!!
i wanted to request hange who’s a huuuge tease during sex, like she stops just as you’re about to cum to “study your reaction” while she has a huge shit eating grin on her face.
thanks a lot!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
"For science?" - Hange Zoe
Summary : Hange is absolutely wrecking you, and claims that it's all just for science!
Content : Finger fucking, female Hange, denied orgasm, teasing
It started out pure. You were sitting in Hange's office, half-asleep while she examined a piece of titan hardening. It was late, probably near 2 in the morning.
"Dear, do you think you could help me?" Hange's voice rang out, jolting you awake. You stood up, stretched, and walked over to her desk.
"Sure. What do you need?" Hange smiled to herself when she felt your comforting presence next to her. She stood up straight, turning to face you.
"This has nothing to do with the titan hardening. It's simply just something I've been thinking about testing recently." You could see how Hange's eyes lit up the more she talked; it was absolutely adorable. "You see, I think it would be quite beneficial to me if I studied your reactions when we have sex."
Your eyes widened. Hange was always upfront about anything and everything, even the sex life between you two. She had never outwardly spoken about something like this, though.
"It's your decision, of course. I just want to see how you react to certain things, so I know what to and what not to do. You saying that you like something just isn't enough backup. So please, for science?"
Hange waited eagerly for your response. "Of course I'll help you, babe." You answered after a moment; after all, how could you say no? Sweet sex with Hange and she gets to record her finding? It was a win for you both, going both ways.
"Alright! It's a bit late, so why don't you rest up, and we can get to work at midnight tomorrow? Levi hardly ever sleeps but he won't be near this room around then!" Hange was ecstatic. You two had sex in your recreational time, of course, but something about this being "for science" really lit a fire under her.
"That's fine, Hange." You gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." You let Hange give you a miss in return before leaving her office.
"Goodnight! I love you too!" She called behind you, sliding down into her chair when the door shut. Her mind was reeling with all the things she could try on you; she put pen to paper right away, writing out a list.
Midnight couldn't come fast enough for you or Hange. Knowing looks were passed between the two of you throughout the day, and you were all up in your head thinking about what Hange had planned.
At last, you found yourself stepping into her office just slightly past midnight. Hange was sitting down, hands clasped together on the desk in front of her. She perked up when she heard the poor open and shut, eyes starting to gleam when she saw your person walking towards her.
"I've been waiting for what feels like forever!" Hange said excitedly, jumping up and rushing over to you. You let her guide your over to her desk, jumping up to sit on top of it. "I decided that, for tonight, there is only one thing I would like to focus on."
Hange leaned closer to you, hands landing on her desk on either side of your thighs. You blushed, meeting her gaze. "What would that be?" You questioned.
Hange smirked, leaning up closer towards your face. "I'm going to keep that a secret; you'll just have to figure it out as we go." Her hands made their way up your torso, tracing over the buttons of your shirt. "May I?"
You nodded, giving Hange free reign over your body. Her hands were quick to undo each button, eyes immediately falling on your breasts, which were held by your bra. She slid your shirt off and tossed it aside, now reaching behind your back to take your bra off.
Hange undid the clasp, tossing the bra aside as well. She rubbed her thumbs across your hardening nipples, brain stimulated by your breathy whimpers. She pressed down on your nipples next, noticing your whimpers getting louder. She paused, turning to write down her observations.
"Soft noises from rubbing...louder ones produced from pressing." You tilted your head to the side, wishing so desperately that her slender fingers gripping the pen were inside your cunt instead.
"Hange." You hissed, reaching over to nudge her shoulder. She dropped her pen back down onto the paper, standing back up straight.
"Don't worry, my dear. We're almost at the good part." She said, voice a little too calm for the teasing she was about to make you induce.
Hange left your breasts alone for the moment, now helping you shimmy out of your boots and pants. Once those garments were forgotten on the floor, Hange planted her hands firmly on your thighs, spreading them open. She pulled your body forwards to tilt you slightly upwards, giving you a second to place your hands behind you on the desk to hold your postion.
Hange spread your legs a bit wider, leaning down to bring her face close to your cunt, which was thinly covered by your panties. Your arousal was evident on the light gray material, which made Hange internally happy.
"Look at that." She whispered, pressing her thumb to your folds. You gasped, finding yourself whimpering even more as Hange moved her thumb back and forth, the wet patch on your underwear growing with every movement.
Hange would have felt too bad if she left you hanging now to write more observations, so she catalogued your reactions and arousal in her memory.
She slid you out of your underwear next, stepping back to admire your naked frame sitting upon her desk. Hange reclosed the gap between you two, standing directly in your line of sight so all you would be able to focus on was her.
Hange pressed two fingers to your clit, moving them in gentle circles over the sensitive bud. You rolled your hips forwards, right hand reaching to grab Hange's arm.
A small smile crossed her lips, and she then moved her fingers to your hole, only pressing the tip of her pointer into your aching cunt. Groaning, you looked at Hange with pleading eyes; she was nothing short of a tease when getting intimate, and you knew this, so you couldn't really complain about the situation you were currently in.
"Patience, darling." She mewled, voice low. Hange slid the tip of her middle finger into you next, noticing how such a small stretch was already turning you into a mess.
She sunk her fingers deeper into the slickness of your walls, letting you take moment to adjust before starting to slide them in and out in languid motions. Your pussy clenched around her digits, juices coating her fingers as she went deeper into you with each pump.
"Ah, Hange...faster please." You moaned, head dropping down against her left shoulder. Hange abided to your request, speeding up the pace of her fingers just enough to satisfy.
Hange's curious fingers curled inside your cunt, hitting right up against your sweet spot each time she pumped them in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds of your cunt being abused by her filled the room, alongside your loud moans and whimpers.
You clamped around Hange's fingers, a sure sign that you were close. Quietly, you murmured a small "I'm going to cum" into her shoulder. Right before you came undone on her fingers, Hange pulled them from inside you.
You jolted back, eyes blown wide. Your hole clenched around air, empty from where it was previously filled. Hange brought her fingers to her lips, tasting some of your arousal before wiping her hand on a nearby rag.
"Let's see...sweet taste...shock when denied of an orgasm." You scowled, watching as he jotted down some other small observations.
"So that's what you're experimenting with? Seriously, Hange?" You caught her attention, and Hange stood back upright, returning to her position between your legs.
She chuckled. “You volunteered to do this, darling. Now just sit back and let me take care of you.” Hange brought her fingers back to your puffy clit, pressing and circling.
Whining, you let Hange have her way with you, fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt without mercy. She always made sure to stop right before you came, the sight of you begging her to make you cum incredibly mind-racing.
You writhed on the table, hips rolling forwards as you tried to grind into Hange’s hand.
“Hange, I’m close! Pl-please- let me- ngh, this time!”
Your pleas fell upon deaf ears. Hange continued to torture your abused pussy, studying closely each time your cunt would clench around nothing.
Her notepad was full of neat writing, you weren’t sure anymore if they were actual observations or if Hange was just bullshitting you. Either way, you continued to give in to her merciless finger fucking.
“You’re so reactive.” She would coo into your ear, watching your thighs tremble with a shit-eating smirk. Small tears rolled down your face, head lolled to the side. You were close to calling it quits.
Leaning in, you tried to find Hange’s lips, desperate for some other touch. She responded with a shell of a kiss, lips barely grazing yours before she pulled back.
“I’m…Hange…” your voice was weak, clit throbbing in sync with the rythme of Hange’s fingers. Convinced begging would get you nowhere, you didn’t finish your sentence.
Hange didn’t pull her fingers from your pussy, but instead paused them, meeting your burnt out, hungry eyes once again.
“You’ve earned your orgasm, dear.”
You sat up straight in a flash, back arching as Hange plunged her fingers back in, her pace faster and harder than it had been this whole night. You were already on the brink of climax.
Hange leaned her face in close, letting you capture her lips and slide your tongue into her mouth. You wouldn’t break the kiss even for air, not until you came.
Your hips jutted forwards into Hange’s fingers once, then twice…
It was like a coil unraveled in your stomach, your orgasm hitting you hard. You cried out into Hange’s mouth, hips grinding downwards while Hange fucked you through your release.
She broke free from your lips once your body had started to settle. Hange stepped back slightly, spreading your pussy lips with two fingers to analyze the mess you had made.
With a satisfied hum, she turned to write some final observations on her notepad. You looked down between your thighs, sticky cum coating your skin and seeping into the wood of Hange’s desk.
“Delicious, as usual.” Hange said softly. Looking up, you noticed the small traces of your cum that remained on her lips. You blushed, reaching out to wipe it off with your thumb.
“Did this further your ‘scientific research’?” You questioned sarcastically. Hange grinned, relieved you still had your usual spark.
“It stopped being for science about halfway through, darling.” She responded, to which you sighed dramatically. Hange placed a hand on your thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”
You nodded, hopping off the desk, your wobbly legs throwing you off balance. Hange covered you, and proceeded to quietly guide you to the bathhouse.
“I think I should help you with your sex science more often.” You whispered, walking tight against Hange. She gasped excitedly, lowering her tone after remembering that others who are still awake might hear. Hange replied with a heartfelt smile:
Shane y Philip debieron morir sufriendo. No estoy satisfecha con la manera en la que murieron. Esos pendejs merecían dolor del bueno (en especial Philip) por cagar la madre durante dos temporadas cada uno. Shane en la primera y segunda caía mal por no tener amor propio y esa cara de qlo que hacía. Philip en la temporada tres y cuatro porque era un antisocial individualista que de seguro era tremendo perdedor antes del apocalipsis. Neta, qué mal que hayan hecho tan poco con personajes tan odiosos que hicieron mucho (en especial Philip) a gente buena onda y exitosa ಠಗಠ