I have so many things to say about hange so whatever I'mma say them
NSFW/SFW
NSFW
Hange would facefuck you with their strap or ride your face like a crazed person.
They'd be a rough scissoror.
They'd be rough with the strap
For foreplay they kiss you all over, especially your neck. They're sure to leave as many marks as possible.
They'd probably don't care where you have sex as long as you consent.
Don't trust hange in the shower they'll be all over you(consensually).
They 100% groan, grunt, and whimper.
Pathetic hange is my favorite...
I mean like, they'd be whimpering and desperately kissing your neck while begging to cum.
Hange DEFINITELY spits in your mouth. In the middle of IT they would grab your jaw and spit in it and make you swallow it.
Hange just has a thing for spit or something because they'd also spit on yo pussy or something😭.
Hange definitely masturbates in front of you. They keep eye contact while doing it too. Probably drooling and having some kind of perverted grin on their face.
They'd lick your sweat off your neck.
They're practically addicted to your pussy. They can eat you out for hours on end and wouldn't get tired of it.
They got a drawer of sex toys for you.
SFW
They of course have the best aftercare. They bathe you, make sure you're okay, get you water, cuddle you, kiss you, remind you for hours that they love you and play with your hair.
Hange definitely drools in their sleep and usually it gets all over you (personally I'd lick it up).
If you were to ask for gum they'd probably spit theirs into your mouth without a care in the world.
They're probably a little jealous sometimes. Of course they know you're theirs and they're yours but they can't help it! Whenever they get jealous they go up to you and kiss at your cheek or hug you with a pout.
Hange was like a fucking lost puppy. All they did was follow you around all the time. Carrying your bag and your books, offering their credit card whenever you demanded it. They were so easy it was pathetic.
Oftentimes, you wondered why you even kept the Loser around. Sure, they did your homework for you, and waited on you hand and foot. But if you flashed your tits at any nerd, they’d do the same thing. There was no reason you couldn’t ghost them and get them to fuck off.
It was only during moments like this that you remembered why Hange was so, so nice to have around.
“G-God, you’re pathetic," you moan.
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.
“Go finish my work, pervert!.....and maybe I’ll think about it”
contains: hange zoe x fem!reader, oral (r receiving), edging, teasing, they/them pronouns for hange, implied semi-public sex, pet names (sugar), maybe ooc! i think that’s it ☺️
note: hey yallll 🥹🥹🥹 happy pride! im alive and well and my mental health is a lot more stable so i may be writing a bit more 🥹🫰
note 2: i might post a part 2 cuz there is supposed to be more but i got lazy and im eager to post
hange leaves kisses down your body, starting from your lips, to your neck, to your breast, to your stomach, and finally, right against your clothed clit. their brown eye watching your face as they repeats the kiss, this time with more pressure.
“how does that feel?” hange asks, eye watching you intensely.
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.
“maybe you’ll like it more— lie back.. yeahh… just let me take care of you.”
Your goal to get in your teacher's bed might be closer than you think...
MDNI (MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT)
cw : Modern!au, Dom professor!Hange, fem sub student!reader, they/them pronouns for Hange, Hange's mean, hardcore sex, dirty language, semi public sex, fingering, nipplay, orgasm denying, degrading insults towards reader, click here for part 2 ❤️
a/n : I...uh...I'm kind of horny 🧍🏾♀️and...um...I maybe, kind of wish this happens to me. *Cough* Anyways, enjoy 👅
wc : 3k~
It was your last attempt. The last one. And then you'd give up on Professor Zoë. Never getting to have them fuck you until you couldn't walk. Maybe you were not provocative enough. The first times you did try to get them to notice you by pampering up, wearing heels that killed your feet at the end of the day. Then, you came sooner and stayed later than everyone in each class, asking them stupid questions you clearly had no care knowing the answer. But nothing. They were just impassive, they looked at you like they did with any other students.
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.
𖦹 hange zoe and their informational directory everytime you walk together.
you and hange go on walks through the forest in your backyard whenever you can, which is usually every evening. and without fail, they always provide you with fun facts you didn't know before. it's the same trail, the same path, but it's something new every time.
how a specific leaf got its pattern, which animal made that track, if those berries are poisonous are not, but most of all, they can name every single animal you see, down to the smallest insect. they know the difference between a ladybug and an asian lady beetle. they know which stick is actually alive. and hange is friends with them all.
it makes you excited for those walks. you learn new things and spend time with the most important person to you. also, they let you hold some of the wildlife, what's safe of course. your fear of snakes and spiders has lessened exponentially.
contains: hange zoe x fem!reader, oral (r receiving), edging, teasing, they/them pronouns for hange, implied semi-public sex, pet names (sugar), maybe ooc! i think that’s it ☺️
note: hey yallll 🥹🥹🥹 happy pride! im alive and well and my mental health is a lot more stable so i may be writing a bit more 🥹🫰
note 2: i might post a part 2 cuz there is supposed to be more but i got lazy and im eager to post
hange leaves kisses down your body, starting from your lips, to your neck, to your breast, to your stomach, and finally, right against your clothed clit. their brown eye watching your face as they repeats the kiss, this time with more pressure.
“how does that feel?” hange asks, eye watching you intensely.
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.
“maybe you’ll like it more— lie back.. yeahh… just let me take care of you.”
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