Hange has taken notice of their lovely secretary— you, and how you always act so professionally. So corporate. Even after they had started subtly expressing their favor and admiration towards you in hopes you would catch on, they could never seem to get past your exterior. And as everyone knows, what Hange can't understand easily becomes their new fascination. What will it take for you to realize that this new fascination is, in fact, you? And when the cards are all eventually laid out, just how will you respond?
Hange's buzzing on the inside, just watching and waiting to find out... But can they handle it?
OR: a self-indulgent, (probably cliché in some ways) CEO!Hange × Secretary!Reader fantasy I tried so hard to form an actual plot around for the sake of not looking ridiculous.
tags: porn with plot, oral sex, vaginal fingering, alcohol, office sex, age difference, power dynamics, idk yall
You were punctual, never a minute late to work. You walk in with purpose through the front entrance of the tall building, scanning your ID card and making your way to the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor. You dress modestly for your workplace setting, never wanting to appear flashy or over the top. But still, you possess a beguiling and girlish flair, reflecting your youth as you were just one year fresh out of grad school. Being the one to greet important business partners and clients of Hange’s at the front desk or over the phone, you’re the first face and impression of the company, and you take that responsibility very seriously. Always with a calm and cordial smile to everyone, visitors and colleagues alike, it had become second nature for you to rely on that comportment. Being so young and already having a stable job at such a well-established and influential company meant a promising future for you, and you hoped your hard work would pay off to help you climb higher up the corporate ladder someday.
Paradis Enterprises is a think tank company and laboratory formed of the brightest minds in physics, biology, and chemistry, all collaborating in the development of new materials for industrial manufacturing, with Hange Zoë at the helm as CEO. Currently, at the notably young age of 32, they stepped up to the position 4 years ago after their good friend and the previous CEO Erwin Smith chose to step down and knew Hange was perfectly suited to take over.
Having worked hard for your dual degrees in biology and global business, you earned a summer internship after your second year of grad school at Paradis as a lab assistant in one of the Biology labs. You learned so much during your time there that you applied for the internship position again in your third year and were happily welcomed back. During your second internship, your eagerness and remarkable potential caught the eye of some of the higher-ups, including Hange. And so, by the end of your internship, you were called to Hange’s office to discuss setting you up with a job as soon as you graduated. Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity and have been working as Hange’s second hand ever since for over a year now.
Having just settled in for the day moments ago, you get to work sending emails to a list of clients. After being focused for an hour or so, you hear footsteps from the main hallway. Hange appears around the corner, coffee mug in hand, as they stride over to the front desk.
Cheerily they ask, “How’s my favorite secretary this morning?”
They cross their arms leaning over the top of the table, directly facing you. They never bother trying hard on their appearance; hair always messily swept up with their shorter fringe framing their face. They wore a beige turtleneck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to their elbows, the fit was comfortably loose and paired with black slacks and workmen’s boots. Hange wore boots more often than any shiny new dress shoes to work, always preferring comfort over style. Also, always based on the very likely chance they’d decide to spend their free time running around in the facilities. After all, working in labs and testing rooms alongside their employees was much more fulfilling than sitting idly in their stuffy office simply because they could.
“Good morning, Hange. Everything’s alright here. How is your day so far?” you greet them with your voice steady and soft as always, putting the paper in your hand down and turning your attention to them.
Hange was never one for formalities, insisting on being referred to by just their name by all employees. As you were one of the people they worked closest with, you had developed a friendly familiarity with one another. Would they prefer it if you dropped a bit of the professionalism at least around them, though? Yes. But maybe that’s just how you were. However, they couldn’t help but feel that there had to be more to you swirling just under the surface of what they could see. And they did hope to one day see you without a rigid corporate filter. How intriguing would that be? they thought.
Hange would stop by at least once a day for the simple purpose of conversation, but topics almost never dwelled on personal lives, especially never for you. You never divulged much of anything that wasn’t related to work or academics, no matter how much Hange subtly tried. Every now and then, you would mention the smallest detail about your interests or personal endeavors, and Hange would make an effort to remember these things about you; any little piece of you that they could absorb like a sponge and keep in mind. Sometimes they couldn’t help but reflect on how talking to you seemed to brighten their day more than they wanted to admit.
They blink away their thoughts to answer you, their ever-charming smile growing wider as they wave their hand casually, “Fine and all… very boring right now, though. So I figured I’d pay you a visit in the meantime!”
Before you could offer a reply, a ring from the front desk phone pulled your attention away. You smile as you reach for it, “Hold that thought, please.”
They nod in understanding and wait, listening as you greet the caller. They watch your eyebrow twitch as you listen, not missing how your lips, tinted a deep red, quirk to the side as they hear a not-so-happy voice shout in your ear. “I understand your complaint. However, this isn’t the right extension to call. I’d be happy to transfer you-“
You trail off as the client shouts over you, riled up by their own tirade. Hange watches your shoulders rise tensely, then relax and fall with a puff of your chest as you maintain your composure. A recentering technique of yours they noticed you did at times like this.
In an instant, your usual smile returns and your tone comes out overtly eager and appeasing. “Oh, yes I understand. How awful! I can imagine how frustrating that experience was for you after you’ve worked so hard. I’ll get you in contact with the correct department right away! They’ll be perfectly suited to fix this just for you. How does that sound?”
Hange hears the voice on the phone murmur a response, no longer shouting, as you politely laugh with relief evident on your face. “Of course, I’ll transfer you right now. Have a lovely day!” You press some buttons on the phone's dial pad and place the phone back in its holder with a heavy sigh.
Hange can’t help but chuckle a bit now that the call was over. “Who the hell was that, already yelling before lunchtime? You were talking to them like a preschool teacher trying to calm down a child throwing a tantrum!”
You draw your eyes back to Hange, feeling a small laugh escape you as well. “Just another one of our…um… lovely clients collaborating on our latest project. He was complaining about still waiting for invoices and some other things and wanted to speak to you directly, but obviously you or I wouldn’t have that.”
Hange scoffs, still amused and now recognizing who was on the phone, “I literally gave that guy all the right contacts to communicate with last time I spoke to him… Sorry he gave you such a hard time.” They smile at you apologetically.
“Oh, it’s fine. Most clients like that all tend to be the same, just wanting to take shortcuts and talk to who’s in charge to solve all their problems, even when it’s obvious it could be fixed if they just find the right department actually in charge of their issue,” you blink as if realizing you were speaking too casually then shrug dismissively with a small smile. “In any case, it’s no big deal, really. It happens all the time.”
Their eyes rest on you as you speak, a prideful smile on their lips. “I’m sure I’d be drowning in calls like that if I didn’t have you. A real lifesaver, you are.”
You hum a small laugh, “No need to thank me, Hange, it’s my job.”
Hange’s eyes soften, lingering on you in silence for a second before they counter, “I give credit where credit is due.”
You smile graciously at their words, letting a comfortable stretch of silence pass before you both resume talking for a while longer with your familiar, standard chatter.
Eventually, you check the time, “I don’t mean to cut the conversation short, but you have that virtual meeting with that new agency from Marley in about 5 minutes. Better get going.”
Hange eyes the watch on their wrist and sighs, “Right as always, y/n.” They chug the last of their coffee and turn to make their leave, drumming their fingers on the top of the reception desk as their hand slips off. “Always a pleasure, dear. I’ll be seeing you.”
You nod, offering them your signature well-mannered smile with a tilt of your head, “Of course, I always enjoy our chats!” Hange turns their head to you just before they round the corner. They smile back at you, a warm and personal one. And then they’re out of sight.
The day passes by and you find yourself staying later than you intended to, getting caught up in a state of hyper-focus while filling out forms and making phone calls. As you shut down your computer, the elevator doors at the end of the hall open and Hange steps out, still wearing their lab coat. They take notice of you and perk up slightly, walking towards the front desk. “How come you’re still here, y/n?”
You look away sheepishly, “Oh, I sort of lost track of time, but I just finished. So, I’ll be going now, don’t worry.” You start to pick up your things, slipping them into your bag as Hange watches. You turn back to them, striking up conversation, “How did your day go? Did anything exciting happen?”
Hange lets out an especially loud and sharp sigh, lifting their glasses a bit to rub the bridge of their nose. “Well… while I was in one of the Chem labs, someone didn’t turn off one of the burners, and the sprinklers went off. But, I don’t know if you’d call that exciting.”
They can’t help but finish the sentence off with a humored huff, but your eyes are already widening as you shoot up from your chair, “WHAT?! Are you alright?”
Hange lets their glasses fall back down as they’re a bit startled by the abrupt noise. They chuckle, “Yes, I am. Nothing caught on fire, luckily. Just some smoke.”
They stretch their arms up, bending back a bit to relieve some muscle tension from the long day, “I’d say a quick drink is in order after today. Will you be joining me?”
You jut your head back slightly in surprise, “Me? Why not someone else?”
Hange smiles, “Well, you’re also here right now, aren’t you? Plus, who else would I go with? Levi? Oh yeah, he’s real great company to sit down and have a drink with.” The edge of shameless sarcasm makes you bite your lip as you try not to laugh at the expense of the chief operating officer with the permanent scowl.
“Fair enough… I’ll go.” Hange has half a mind to keep their evident excitement to a minimum, so they simply chirp, “Great! I’ll go get my things!”
You acutely notice their slightly faster pace as they walk to their office down the hall while, somewhat clumsily, slipping off their lab coat. You wait at the elevator doors as they hurry back, now wearing their trench coat and shoulder bag. They beam at you as they press the elevator button to make your way out.
As you reach Hange’s car in the parking lot, you pause with a slight ‘um,’
“Are we driving there? In your personal car?”
Hange turns, a bit confused, “Yes, it's a bit far for walking, but it’s my favorite bar. It’s got a really relaxing atmosphere. You’ll like it.” They smile reassuringly as they reach past you, opening the passenger door for you and gesturing for you to get in. You simply nod, smoothing down the back of your skirt as you sit inside.
The car ride is filled with distinct chatter from Hange excitedly talking about their plans for working in the chem lab again tomorrow, with you listening intently, offering your own short but always interested responses and questions.
Hange slows the car as they pull up and park in front of a rather small and cozy bar; soft warm light spills out onto the dark street from the inside. “Here we are!”
As you both walk in, Hange holds the door open for you with an exaggeratedly chivalrous gesture and a grin, you chortle as you enter and thank them. The space emanates a rustic feel with brick walls, light wooden tables, and chairs. The bar area is simplistic and vintage-looking: no flashy lights, glass shelves, or fancy overhangs. Low music plays from what looks to be a refurbished jukebox in the far corner of the room. You had to agree now, the atmosphere in the place is pleasant and relaxing, putting you at ease. Hange leads you to two stools on the bar table.
“So what will you be having?” they ask enthusiastically as you take your seats. You think for a moment, looking at the shelves of alcohol behind the bartender, “I guess a margarita would be nice.” It comes out more like a question. Regardless, Hange nods with a pleased smile, calling the bartender over and ordering a margarita for you and a shot of whiskey for themselves.
You spark up conversation first, “This is a really nice bar, I wasn’t expecting a place so…” you trail off, trying to find a good word.
Hange chuckles, “So simple?”
You blink in surprise at their statement, then nod gingerly, hoping you haven’t offended them.
“It's my favorite bar for a reason, but not for bringing clients or business partners. To me, this place is more personal.” They turn to you smiling, a smile that looked as though they were about to continue their statement, but decided otherwise. ‘That’s why I brought you here,’ they thought, letting the words remain unsaid.
You offer a small smile back just as your drinks are being slid over, saying a hushed thanks to the bartender. As you both sip your drinks, you take notice of how strong yours is. Maybe that’s also why Hange likes it here. Hange suddenly speaks by calling your name first, “ I have to ask, where do you see yourself in the near future in your career?”
You’re taken aback by their question, carefully putting your thoughts into words for a moment, “Well,” you take another sip of your drink before you start, “I don’t want to sound entitled since I am happy with what I do now, but I think… Maybe I’d like to work more with marketing and public relations for the company. I like the idea of traveling and interacting with new people to teach them about our services, our ideas, and all the things we’re working on. I think what we do is really important and makes people’s lives easier,” you speak with increasingly more pride as you trace the stem of your glass absentmindedly, “I’m really happy to be a part of that in any way I can, but I feel like I want to show people just how much we’re contributing to the world, given everything I’ve learned since I’ve started working here.”
You turn back to look at Hange when you’re met with silence and find their intense stare with an unreadable expression. You shrink back a bit, worrying you said the wrong thing, “U-um, I’m not asking for a promotion or anything!”
At that, Hange lets out a boisterous laugh, “You crack me up sometimes, y’know that, dear? No, I’m not offended by anything you said; in fact, I’m very pleased. Proud, even.”
You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed that you misread their reaction. You awkwardly take another, longer sip of your drink, nearly finishing it. You place your cup back down. “I’m glad. I just want you to know that I’m really grateful for the opportunities you’ve given me. I never expected things would work out for me as well as they have, and it’s all thanks to your faith in me.“ You offer a slight bow of your head in gratitude. Hange finds themselves taken by your sincerity, smiling gleefully as you allow yourself to sit in the air of vulnerability around you now.
“You’re a bright young woman, y/n,” Hange starts, causing you to perk up curiously, “I have high hopes for what you can bring to this company in the future, not just as my secretary. I hired you directly because your resume and accomplishments, both during your internship and overall, are impressive beyond most people your age. You have more potential and competence than some of the people I already have working in the labs.” You chuckle at their playful jab, remembering the mishap in the chem lab earlier.
They continue, tilting their glass to you in emphasis, “You keep working hard, and you’ll go far here. That, I can promise.” You still, a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but when Hange doesn’t retract their glass from you, you take the hint and clink glasses with a smile that truly reaches your eyes this time. At the sight, Hange is starstruck, claiming a small victory in their mind as they finish their whiskey. You finish your margarita as well, placing it away from you.
“Let me get you another one.” Hange is about to call the bartender back, but you interject.
“Ah, really, I think one is enough for me. You don’t have to do that. Thank you.” There’s that professionalism again, they think. In response, they double down.
“Nonsense, I brought you here to treat you. Just one more for you and me?” They feel a bit guilty using a semblance of puppy dog eyes, but they really did think you deserved a time to relax. You give in and agree to one more drink, and Hange happily gets the bartender’s attention once more.
A comfortable silence settles over you both for a while as you listen to the white noise of jumbled conversations around the bar and the music from the jukebox. Hange does as well, all while stealing glances at you as you nurse your second drink.
After a short while of this, Hange speaks up again, wanting to draw your attention once more, “Honestly, it still surprises me you’re genuinely interested in this sort of work.” You snap out of your distant thoughts and look back at them, “Huh? Why’s that?”
“It’s just, you’re so young. At your age, I knew what I loved doing, but I was still naively stumbling through the career field. If I knew you back then, I’d be quite envious of an intelligent, beautiful young woman such as yourself who knows exactly what she wants and just goes for it.”
You accidentally gulp down more of your drink than you intended to at their words. You quickly put it down and mull over what you heard a few times, but you can’t come up with a response other than, “Oh… really?”
Hange nods confidently, finishing their second drink. “Yes, really. Hell, if I didn’t know you at all, I’d think a girl like you was interested more in the entertainment industry, something in the spotlight. You certainly have the looks and the charm.” They gesture about you with their hand enthusiastically and speak with a casual tone and easy smile.
You swear you see a hint of smugness visible in their smile. You blink as if you’re refocusing your eyes like a camera lens, subconsciously leaning closer. But whether it’s the alcohol from your second drink finally creeping into your senses and making you see things or not, you can’t tell. You couldn’t deny that you found Hange incredibly attractive, so hearing them compliment you like that stirred up a flustered sensation in you.
But what the hell were you thinking?
You were supposed to be having a simple recreational outing with your boss after a long day at work. A morale boost if anything. This wasn’t a date, so of course they wouldn’t be flirting with you, genius.
You feel a giggle rise in your throat as you laugh at yourself in disbelief at your own ridiculous thoughts. You turn away from Hange, your laughter becoming more unrestrained as you lean back, pushing your hair up messily with your hand. At this, Hange is completely baffled but can’t find it in themself to interrupt your laughter, instead watching in awe at never having heard you laugh with such zeal. And what a sight it was.
By the time you calm down with a loud sigh, your cheeks are faintly flushed and your eyes are half-lidded, blinking slowly.
Hange leans closer to you, speaking with mild concern, “Um, are you alright? What was so funny?”
You turn to them with a relaxed grin, your hand reaching up to press on their chest and push them back playfully, “Oh, nothing, nothing. Man… Maybe that second drink wasn’t a good idea after all.” You have the urge to fall into another laughing fit but restrain yourself, opting for a tight-lipped giggle.
Hange stiffens at the hand on their chest, it is only there for a moment as you push them back while giggling to yourself; your fingers dragging down slightly before you withdraw your hand completely. As you seem lost in your own world, Hange reaches into their pocket to grab their wallet, “A-Alright, I think it’s time to go. Let’s get you home.”
You turn to them with a confused frown, “Huh? Why?”
Hange chuckles, “Well, it’s clear you don’t drink often, now I feel guilty for encouraging you to get a second one. So let me take you home, okay?”
You let out a quiet noise that sounds like a grumble. Hange laughs now as they grab some cash from their wallet.
“What’s so funny?” You almost sound indignant as you squint suspiciously at them.
“Nothing, nothing…” It comes out teasing as Hange directs your words from earlier right back at you.
They place the cash on the table and stand up from their stool. With a sigh, you reluctantly do the same. You hop off then stand frozen with your arms out for balance, a bit startled as if you weren’t prepared for the landing. Hange waits at the door, holding it open for you as you walk with a lazy sway, but still balanced enough, so Hange fights the urge to support you in some way as they make their way to the car.
The car ride is spent in comfortable silence with the occasional directions from the GPS directing Hange to your townhouse apartment. At every red light, Hange glances back at you, smiling at your slight flush and slumped form against the armrest of the door as you stare off into the distance.
By the time they reached the parking lot of the complex, you had dozed off. Hange silently gushes to themself, mentally engraving the image before reaching over and gently stroking your arm to wake you. “Dear, wake up, it’s time to go.”
You lift your head up, fluttering your eyes open, realizing you had fallen asleep in your boss’s car on top of not watching your alcohol intake. You mentally curse yourself, wondering what’s gotten into you.
You sit up and turn to them while fumbling with your seatbelt, “I’m so sorry, Hange…”
They chuckle softly, “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind.”
As you gather your purse and coat, Hange is already walking around the car to the passenger’s side, opening the door for you and offering their hand. With a slight stagger, you get out, taking their hand. Hange continues to walk behind you as you go up the stairs, a hand ghosting the small of your back to make sure you don’t trip.
You reach the second floor, walking through the open hallway, feeling the slight breeze of the evening until you stop at your door. Hange slips their hands in their coat pockets, watching with mild amusement as you rummage through your purse for your keys. You unlock the door while turning to Hange, standing firmly as you always do in spite of your slight intoxication.
Directing a grateful smile at them, you say, “Thank you for taking me for drinks, Hange.”
You then offer an apologetic bow of your head, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I should have known my limit. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Hange tosses their head back with a genuine laugh, you lift your head back up in confusion. “There’s no need to apologize. It was nice to see you let loose this once. In fact, I wouldn’t mind seeing that more often.”
You bite the inside of your cheek and look off to the side, still feeling embarrassed. You feel yourself teeter sideways until you’re leaning against the door frame, from the way everything in your vision was shifting a little too fast when you move your eyes.
With their hands still in their pockets, Hange leans down, planting a soft lingering kiss on your cheek while you’re distracted.
Even in your impaired state, your eyes widen in shock, processing the sudden contact, but you can’t find the words to respond.
Drawing back with a bright smile on their face, Hange breaks the silence first, “It’s always a pleasure to have your company, y/n. Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that, they turn, letting their gaze stay on you for a second longer before finally walking down the hall to head back to their car.
You’re not even sure they heard you. You’re still mentally replaying the exchange that just occurred. Your tired legs finally snap you out of your daze, and you pull yourself off the doorframe. With a groan at your growing sensitivity to the ceiling lights in the hallway, you slip inside your apartment, shutting the door.
Hange settles into their car again. They let out a sigh while leaning their head back on the headrest for a moment. They never expected the impulsive decision of inviting you for a quick drink to go the way it did, but they sure as hell were over the moon about it now. Just like a carefully curated experiment, they placed you in a new environment. And just as they had hoped, you, too, had exhibited new behaviors. And they soaked up every bit of it, absolutely captivated by it. They had to admit it to themself, they lost their sense of restraint just a moment ago when they kissed your cheek. But they just couldn’t help it.
There had to be more to you for them to see; they needed there to be more. And they’d find a way to uncover it. They always do.
There is a searing feeling inside of them. It’s only growing more intense, and only you can sate it. With another deep sigh, this one more resolute, they turn on the engine and start their drive home.
You come into work the next day, thankfully still on time, as the remnants of a light headache finally start to dissipate. You settle into your seat at the front desk with a light huff and get to work checking Hange’s inbox, riddled with new emails, to organize it for them.
A few minutes pass, and you hear Hange’s familiar footsteps rounding the corner. You turn and are greeted by their easygoing smile, coffee mug in hand as always, as they wave to you.
You offer a stiff grin back. You can’t help but feel like you made a fool of yourself last night over drinks. And now, being back in the office after the fact, it makes you feel even more awkward. Not to mention remembering the kiss on the cheek that Hange surprised you with triggers a tingling sensation all over your face now. Did they even remember doing that? Maybe they were more far gone than they let on yesterday, and they just hide their tipsiness better than you do.
“Oh- Hi, Hange. Good morning to you, as well.”
Whether Hange notices your tense state or not, they don’t draw attention to it, simply smiling warmly at you for a moment before continuing, “I hope you didn’t get any hangover symptoms from our outing last night.”
You shake your head in response, “Ah, no, I’m fine. A slight headache earlier, but I took aspirin. Thank you for your concern.” You regain your usual composure, resting your arms on the desk as you fold your hands while speaking.
In the back of Hange’s mind, they feel slightly irritated by it now— how firmly you can still hold onto your workplace etiquette even after last night, when you had finally let go a little around them. But to them, it’s still the same challenge they willingly accepted long ago: to see a part of you no one else can. Now, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t stop the urge to fight tooth and nail for it.
They grin wider as they lean further on the desk, almost looming over you; in a steady voice, they almost coo with a dotting look of concern, “That’s good then. You know I wouldn’t want a sweet thing like you to spend all day suffering because of me!” Your fingers twitch in their folded position. You press your lips into a tight line, barely stopping a noise of surprise from coming out as you force yourself to nod.
There’s an intensity in Hange’s eyes that you were all too familiar with. It’s one that only exists when they’re fully enthralled by something, studying and scrutinizing it under their gaze to figure out everything they can about how it works.
They were looking at you that way right now.
And it made you want to squirm in your seat with the heat simmering inside of you that only seemed to grow by the minute in this conversation.
You let out a breathy laugh, about to respond and pretend you weren’t flustered, but Hange beats you to it, “I’ll be in my office for the rest of the day if you need me, dear!”
With that, they’re already pushing off the desk, withdrawing back down the hall with an undeniably cheeky smile etched on their lips.
You spend the rest of the day as you normally would: taking calls, scheduling meetings with clients, and running around some of the facilities to organize any information Hange would need to form their schedule for next week. You try your best to remain your usual focused and present self, but the way Hange acted towards you this morning is a thought you just can’t shake off. The lingering glances and touches, the close proximity, and the names of endearment had only gotten more frequent since the night before. They had always been the easily sociable type with you and everyone else, but there was no doubt that this was more than mere friendliness now.
As you sit at your desk, lost in thought, your lips curl into a small smirk, feeling a growing sting of excitement flushing your cheeks.
Being so easily distracted the whole day had significantly impacted your efficiency. You found yourself staying past your shift again, back at your desk after running around all day, now trying to get the last of your tasks done since it was the end of the work week. With a sigh, you grab the last of the sheets you printed out and store them in the filing cabinet.
You pause when you hear cheerful whistling echoing down the hall, turning rather quickly to meet Hange’s gaze that’s already on you. Their stare is calm and casual, but their lips are turned up into the ghost of a smirk. You shut the filing cabinet, “You’re still here, Hange? I didn’t realize how late it got, I figured I was the only one left.”
Hange walks around the front desk into the filing area where you stand, just a few strides short of standing in front of you. They lean against the wall, hands in their front pockets and watching you. “I noticed your things were still here an hour ago while you were somewhere else, so I decided to wait for you. Are you finished now?”
You quirk a brow in curiosity, “Yes, I am. But, wait for me? Why?”
Suddenly, Hange’s smile is as cheery as ever, “Just to chat with my favorite secretary! I’ve been cooped up in my office alone all day, and since you’re still here, I figured you might spare me a bit of your time before going home. I’ll drive you home again, too, if you’d like!”
You absentmindedly tap your fingers on the handle of the drawer, feeling your heart race a bit. There’s an almost hopeful look on their face, mixed with something you can’t describe, like they’re observing every move you make.
“Oh! Yes, of course I don’t mind.” You start to move back to your seat, but as you pass Hange they gently hold your arm to stop you.
“No, not here. It’s more comfortable in my office, dear. Come.” They speak so softly it makes your brain buzz.
They let go of your arm and start walking down the spacious hallway. You follow closely behind them as they reach the large doors at the end. They hold one open for you and you step inside.
You rarely go very far into Hange’s office, mostly just poking your head in the door for a moment to relay a message to them. So, as you walk on ahead of them, you let your eyes wander around the large room. It has much less of a cold and contemporary feel than the rest of the building. All the furniture is old-fashioned and made from dark wood, and a large, ornate rug lies under the desk area. You see various tall bookshelves almost touching the ceiling filled with books and files, as well as some interesting knick-knacks lying around on the accent tables. You take a seat in the chair across from Hange’s, your hands resting on your lap, as Hange grabs the glass pitcher on the table and pours you both some water before reclining comfortably in their own chair.
They look at you with a calm smile, and you feel shyness creep up inside of you, unsure of what to say.
Hange starts, “I heard you stepped in to help in the biology lab today. That was very kind of you, y/n.”
You blink in surprise, wondering how they got word of that, “Oh… Yes, I was just passing by, and when I dropped in to say hello, I realized they were pretty short-staffed while conducting some tests. I figured I could save them some time by helping set things up.”
You pause for a moment as you recall your time during your internship in the lab fondly, nostalgia glazing over your eyes and a smile curling onto your lips. “After all, I owe a lot to them since that’s where I got my start here. So I was happy to help.” You look up and offer a small grin before taking a sip of your water and looking away, feeling sheepish.
Hange studies your every movement, the way your eyes dart around the room, your strict posture in the chair with your legs crossed, even the unnecessarily secure grip you have on your cup.
“You’re always at the right place, at the right time. Always so eager to do what you can for everyone here. You’re a real charming girl all around. Stunning, intelligent, and compassionate too,” they muse out loud.
Their laugh that follows is light and placid, but you just know your own face isn’t conveying the same casualness. They were making no effort to be subtle anymore, and you were starting to feel your own resolve crack.
You feel the curl of your lips return as you look at them now, “You really think all those things about me?”
Hange mirrors your smile, though they hide their surprise at how you regained your composure so suddenly.
They take a sip of water and lean over the desk, “Of course I do, sweetheart. No one else can do what you do. I always get comments from clients about how capable you are, how sweet, too. I can’t lie, though, when they do it just… it makes me feel….” They look off as if trying to find the right word, a ghost of a smile ever so delicately gracing their face by the time they turn back to you. You notice something intense flicker in their eyes. It’s only there for a moment, but it’s enough for you to know, without a doubt in your mind, this was them pushing the boundaries. Hard.
To hell with good manners. You were reaching your limit at this point, and maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
You press on, holding eye contact calmly and squinting slightly as if to implore them to continue.
“What do you feel, Hange?”
By the tone of your voice, the soft murmur that’s slow but unwavering, Hange knows very well that you’ve caught on now. But what is that look you’re giving them?
They can’t help but want to push your buttons more, to see what makes you tick and how. They push off their chair, walking lazily around their desk with their arms crossed, thinking distantly, “That’s the question. But, do you really not know the answer?”
You tilt her head, your sharp eyes still watch them; your expression still cool and unwavering.“I might… but I think I’ll get the full picture if you tell me yourself.”
Hange looks at her wryly with a small huff of amusement, “Really gonna make me say it, huh?”
You say nothing, simply letting the smile on your tinted lips spread wider, the corners of your eyes crinkling with it, like you were enjoying this.
It’s a look they’ve never seen on you before, and it’s dangerous.
They come around the desk to the front of it and lean it, just off to your right, “It’s just so nice seeing that pretty face greet me with a smile every morning… But the thing is, you smile like that at everyone. It’s so rehearsed… and it’s irritating…”
They slide off the desk and lean forward on the armrests of your chair, caging you with their arms as they peer down at you with those analytical eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. They watch to see any change in your body language, even the slightest twitch, but there is none. That’s new.
You simply ask, soft and sure like your usual self, as if they weren’t just a few inches too close for personal space.
But those eyes you’re giving them; like you’re expecting something, like you’re prying into Hange’s mind— they were the one being studied now.
They let their next thought rest on the tip of their tongue for a moment before finally saying it, “Because I wanna see a smile that’s only meant for me.”
Your face changes, and you radiate satisfaction as your body relaxes back a bit. Your eyes suddenly flicker down their form, so up close and still caging you in before you look back up with a shameless grin. Your fingers start trailing up and down their bare forearms, up to where the sleeves of their button-down shirt are cuffed. Their grip on the armrests tightens, you notice.
“You’re sweet with your words, Hange… I really do always enjoy our little chats.”
You’d said that to them before, just never in that tone. Never with that extra layer of meaning.
Something in Hange, previously wound up so tightly, begins to unravel.
They let out a deep, almost exasperated chuckle as they look down and watch how your fingers trace their skin, “See, this is what vexes me about you the most. I can’t figure out what you’re thinking, not now, not ever. And I’d like to think I’m quite the observer. But when it’s you, I just can’t crack it. Do you have any guesses as to why?”
You hum in thought. Hange is used to resolving their curiosities with ease, being able to understand the object of their interest from the inside out in no time then reveling in the pleasure of it. But you just weren’t giving that to them. Instead, you confused them more and more with each passing second, and it was driving them up the wall.
Your gaze stays on your fingers, watching how they cause goosebumps to spread on Hange’s skin.
"Maybe it’s because you’re trying to figure me out like one of your little experiments,” you say teasingly, your voice light with it as your fingers pause deliberately for a moment before continuing. “You try to dissect everything like it’s some grand mystery with an answer right there waiting for you, but some things aren’t meant to be solved. They’re meant to be felt.”
You finally look back up at them, seeing the searing desperation behind their eyes, just barely restrained.
You ask again, more hushed but also more urgent, “What do you feel, Hange?”
Hange sucks in a breath. It’s ever so slightly unsteady as they bite their tongue, mulling over your words and racking their brain for a response.
This was invigorating in a way they’ve never felt, even better than any breakthrough. They hear the words spill out of their mouth before they can really process them.
“What do I feel? …I can’t help but feel this- this ache in my body when I’m near you.” They let out a huff of laughter, “It’s a real problem.” They’re narrowing their eyes at you, their lips in a tight grin with gritted teeth, enticing you. Showing you they’re not playing games anymore.
While you listen, you wantonly shift your gaze from their eyes to their lips, then back up again, subtly biting your own lip as your smirk grows wider, no longer caring to be subtle. But you quickly change your expression to respond; eyes wide with faux puzzlement, your voice softly ringing out almost tauntingly honeyed.
“Oh, that does sound like a problem. Is it really my fault?” You sound almost delighted behind the pretend pout of concern you show.
Hange chuckles, feeling the tension in their body diminish for a moment as they look down because of your off-handed comment, then back to you, “All your fault, dollface. You gonna help me?”
They lean in ever closer, like they were daring you. Their voice drops to a whisper that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Or are you gonna walk out the door and leave me all alone craving you?”
You quirk a brow with a coquettish smile, drawing your head back to look at them fully once again, not realizing you had leaned in closer as well.
Hange feels their jaw clench at your teasing, their grip on the armrests tightening until the wood creaks once in protest under the force. With brows knitted together and a smile now faded into a slight grimace of burning need, they simply nod, their eyes never leaving yours.
You tilt your head to the side with a sweet hum, inching the slightest bit closer again.
“How can I say no to that?”
In a heartbeat, they’re crashing their lips on yours, firm but not forceful, giving you every liberty to pull away if you so choose.
But as soon as they feel how you lean in and kiss back, any remnant of restraint Hange had flies out of their head. The kiss quickly turns fiery. They lean forward, towering over you, and you crane your head up a bit higher. You match their rhythm in an instant, hands reaching to hold the back of their head while your gentle fingers tangle in their hair. Hange groans and braces themselves against the back of your chair with one hand. They swipe their tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance. In response, you softly tug their bottom lip with your teeth, and they swear their head starts spinning.
They kiss back feverishly until you finally part your lips wide enough and let them in. Their free hand starts gliding up your leg, lifting your skirt past your knees slowly, inch by inch, and it makes you keen forward into them sighing against their lips. When their hand starts moving to your inner thigh, you pull away. They can't help but chase after your lips, but one of your hands presses on their chest, holding them there where they can’t reach you. You almost laugh at the eyes of a kicked puppy they give you.
“I can take it from here…”
Suddenly, Hange is being pushed back by their shoulders to stand upright against the desk with a gentle but sturdy force they didn’t know you had. You lean forward in your chair slightly, your heavy-lidded eyes flickering between theirs and down to where your hands are reaching.
Wordlessly, you start to pull at their belt buckle, and Hange’s skin ignites at the light brushing of your fingers. You can see their eyes blown wide behind their glasses, clutching onto the desk behind them as they watch you, stunned. They look like their mind is going a mile a minute.
When you unclasp their belt, now fiddling with the button on their pants, you pull them out of their thoughts with your voice so soft and sweet, “You can relax.”
Hange definitely feels the taunting edge in your statement, and you can’t help but giggle at how their furrowed brows twitch because of it.
They had to regain control somehow, but how could they when you were looking at them like that?
“Are you nervous, Hange?”
They narrow their eyes at you with an air of challenge, their throat oddly dry, but they retort cooly, “Nervous? That’s not it… I’m just- awfully intrigued by you right now”, their lips twitch into a lopsided grin, “Though, I have to admit you’re making it harder and harder to think straight, dear.”
You only grin back impishly. In a smooth motion, you unzip their pants and pull them down along with their underwear, a string of wetness still connecting the fabric to their core as their clothes pool above their knees. Hange instantly stiffens with a straight spine at the feeling of cool air now surrounding them, and their eyes stare unblinking as you trail your nails along their bare thighs.
They take their bottom lip between their teeth as one hand takes the lead, and your fingers softly trail between their soaked folds. Hange sees the musing look on your face as you experimentally ghost your fingers on their clit, causing a shiver to crawl up their spine. They stay as quiet and still as possible, watching in petrified awe at how you start to rub soft, tight circles on them. They let out soft pants when you pick up speed and press slightly harder, then slow down again to run your fingers further back to their entrance and pick up more of their slick.
Hange tilts their head back as they look down at you and let out a breathy laugh, meant to sound peeved but undeniably laced with desperation, “Damn it love, why’re you teasing me?”
You look up at them with wide eyes, your curled lips puffy and smeared with your lipstick parted slightly as your own breathing grows heavier. The quicker pace of your fingers on their clit returns, and now it’s almost tormenting, making their hips stutter as they hiss. “A-ah!”
You quip, “You’ve spent all this time poking and prodding at my mind, trying to see how I react to what you say, what you do, how close you get… You just can’t help yourself when your curiosity is piqued. I’ve honestly noticed it every now and again, but I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.” You end your sentence with a small chuckle, mostly to yourself, as you let your gaze fall back to your working hand, languidly marvelling at the sight of their drenched cunt every time you spread their folds open just a bit with your fingers.
“Every time you got a bit too friendly, a bit too close, I would wonder to myself why. But, just look at you right now… I know why.”
Whether their face is flushed deeply due to your words or your actions, they don’t know anymore. But they’re gasping for air now, unable to respond with any more than a hushed string of curses as their shoulders hunch inwards from their twitching. They see more of their juices dripping out of them and onto your hand every time you drag your eager fingers back up.
As they start to close their eyes, you withdraw your hand completely, and they look down at you almost frantically.
They trail off, dumbfounded as you push your chair back with an impatient huff and get on your knees in front of them. They suddenly need to rely more on the desk to hold up their weight as you inch closer to them, undoing the first few buttons of your blouse. It slides down your shoulder as you crawl, exposing enough to see even the top trimming of your bra. You looked so breathtaking, and Hange was so painfully hot at this point.
Their patience was wearing thin. Part of them wanted to reach out, grab you, and have their way with you. To make you theirs like they’d always imagined.
Yet nothing about this encounter was turning out the way they’d anticipated. The other part of them… the part that was winning their own inner battle by a landslide at this point, wanted to give in to your touch and hang on to every word that comes out of that pretty mouth.
While they’re lost in thought, you make quick work of unzipping their boots to pull them off, tossing them somewhere you don’t care to see behind you, then pulling their pants and underwear the rest of the way off their body, unceremoniously pushing it all aside.
They let out a whimper they didn’t mean to as you take hold of one of their thighs and gently pull it up and over your shoulder. You trail wet kisses along their inner thigh, each time inching closer to their exposed core until your tongue darts out and flicks against their clit once, finally tasting them. You hum at the taste and your eyes bore into them, intense with desire and watching every change in their face as you take another lick, and then another.
Each time, Hange spasms, fingernails digging further into the wood of the desk with every soft flick of your tongue. Just when they start getting used to the sensation, you drag a long stripe from their soaked entrance to their clit before latching onto them, and now they were just putty in your hands.
You suckle gently at first, slowly rolling your tongue against them in a fluid motion. You alternate between giving attention to their clit and to their hole to lap up more of their slick. You close her eyes blissfully, savoring their taste as you push your tongue inside just far enough to make them really feel it, before withdrawing to their clit once more.
Hange groans loudly as you create a suction around their clit with your lips, and they reach down with a shaking hand to gently tuck a fallen strand of hair away from your face.
“God, look at me again, sweetheart.”
You bury your head further between their thighs as you set a rhythm with the suction of your lips, looking up at them like they asked, her eyes dilated and hungry. A whine catches in their throat at the sight. They snake their hand behind your head to take off the clip holding up your hair, toss it behind them on the desk, and instead use their hand to keep your hair out of your face.
“That’s it… so good. You do it so good- F-fuck…”
You mewl with delight at their praise, and the vibrations around their clit send a shock through Hange’s body.
They huff out a breathless laugh despite being severely overwhelmed, their grip on your hair tightens, “Who taught you all this, huh?”
You pull away fully with a little ‘pop,’ leaving lazy kisses down their thigh once more with such a proudly devilish smile.
“Don’t worry about it. Plus, I don’t need to be taught… I just need to watch you.”
Hange absentmindedly bucks their hips as you continue planting wet kisses on them instead of giving them attention where they need it most. Your other hand pushes their shirt up as you graze over their stomach, admiring how their muscles tense on contact, their whole body shuddering at your touch. They draw in a ragged breath, their voice the quietest you’ve ever heard it when they beg,
They can’t get another word out. They look down at you, completely wrecked, a deep blush reaching the tips of their ears, their chest heaving with each shaky breath. Their pleading eyes peek over the glasses slipping down their nose, almost like they’re agonizing. The scene before you tugs at your heartstrings, and you decide to give them what they need.
You latch onto their clit once more, the hand tracing their abdomen now creeping down and prodding at their entrance before your middle finger slips inside with ease. Hange grunts through gritted teeth, their posture slouches further, and they buck forward to meet your pace as you start to curl your finger inside of them. As their moans grow louder, they start tugging you closer by your hair as their hips roll desperately against your mouth. You let them, relinquishing just a bit of control so they can use your mouth how they please, knowing they can’t help themselves anymore from the need to chase their release.
They’re so lost in their own euphoria, grinding at a rhythm that makes her own thighs clench together. You add your ring finger to join the first inside of them, angling it to brush against their walls every time you curl them upwards. A mix of your drool and their slick drips down your wrist and chin and onto the valley of your breasts as you make your goal nothing but getting them to their end. Broken whines accompany every exhale Hange lets out, like they can’t take it much longer.
“M-mnh… just like that. Shit, you’re perfect.”
You mewl against them, completely enraptured by the blissed out expression on their face. Your gaze alone is taking their very soul, coaxing them to let go and give you what you want. Hange feels every fiber of their being calling out to you for more, entranced by how this dominant aura they never fathomed you could hold only intensifies every beautiful thing they ever saw in you. Their body is shaking openly now, and they’re panting so hard their glasses have fogged over.
You feel their walls flutter tighter around your fingers, and you know they’re close. You groan in need, the ravenous expectation evident in your eyes, sharp and demanding. Hange’s quivering voice is quieter once more, their vocal cords embarrassingly starting to give out on them as their orgasm approaches, and they don’t care. You increase your speed, fingers pushing in deeper inside of them as you suck on their clit more fervently, nails digging into the plushness of their thigh on your shoulder to steel your own resolve as they start to spasm.
“Ah! Please… Please, d-don’t stop…”
Suddenly, their entire body tenses. Electricity crackles through their veins as their breath catches in their lungs for a moment before their posture completely caves in on itself again, and the most raw sound you’ve ever heard erupts from deep within their chest.
Your eyes flutter, and you let out a satisfied moan of your own when you feel their walls clamp around your fingers as their essence drips out of them and down your knuckles. Despite their grip on your hair trying to weakly pull you away, you continue working them through their climax until they’re wheezing and convulsing. That’s when you’re satisfied. You take in their disheveled state with vibrant pride as you slowly withdraw yourself.
The remnants of the searing ecstasy across their skin simmer down to a warm tingle in their body, muscles still twitching as they come down from their high. You gently withdraw your finger from inside of them, tenderly cleaning up the mess between their thighs for them with your tongue before slowly lowering their leg back down from your shoulder for them.
When you fully pull back— catching your own breath while licking the corners of your mouth clean, your grip on their thigh softened to soothing caresses— you look up at them. Your glossed lips eagerly curl into a vibrant smile with such an elated gleam in your eyes.
And there, Hange thinks while nearly melting before you at the sight, there is the smile that’d be only theirs to see.
Out of a profound need to feel you close again, they quickly tug you up and against their body before they kiss you with clinging desperation.
Hange groans, tasting themself on your tongue. The kiss is as passionate as the first, but this time more slow and tender as they still recover from the overwhelming daze of their orgasm. You reciprocate their fervor without hesitation, wrapping your arms around their neck as your knees feel weak from kneeling… among other reasons.
Hange embraces you, their hands on your waist tighten, fingers clutching onto the fabric of your blouse as their eyes fall closed. You tilt your head to the side to kiss them deeper, offering them the closeness they seek without question now. They hold you and kiss you like they need to make sure for certain that you’re actually here with them; that the last hour wasn’t all another daydream and you had actually gone home ages ago while they’d been zoned out in their office chair again with the real world completely drowned out.
With your lips still connected, Hange’s hands move to grip your hips as they turn around so your backside bumps against the edge of the desk now. Slowly, they trail lower down your thighs until they lift you onto the surface. You make a noise of surprise against their mouth as you’re lifted off the ground. As you’re placed down, you break the kiss. Without a second thought, Hange chases your lips again, eyes still closed and body still kindling with longing.
But when you hold them back with a hand on their chest, they finally open their eyes, their mouth slightly agape, and wanting more. Hoping for more.
They hear a breathless chuckle from you as you don’t let them get any closer, and they slump in defeat as they rest their weight on their hands on either side of you. They wanted to sound frustrated, but their voice comes out softly through a smile, laced with that want they can no longer hide.
“Now, why’re you doing this to me? Can’t you see I’m trying to return the favor?”
At this, you quirk a brow, tilting back further as you shake your head with an amused yet fond grin.
“Ah-ah… You’ve gotta earn that.”
They pull back a bit, but not too far. They push their crooked glasses up with a huff of incredulous laughter, lips upturning in a lopsided grin in spite of themself.
“Yeah? How can I do that?”
You stay silent for a moment. You pull back your hand from their chest, your fingers lightly tracing down the buttons of their shirt as you hum in thought. That touch alone has Hange practically shivering again. Your eyes never once leave theirs when you speak next with conviction.
“Ask me out to dinner first. Then maybe you can.”
Hange feels the sting of blush on their cheeks as they laugh wholeheartedly, looking down for a moment then back at you. Your simple request caught them off guard for some reason.
Maybe the heat of your shared moment fried their brain and left them unable to think straight anymore. Normally, asking you out would’ve been the first step; the step they’d planned to take first. But that was before you pulled them into your web they had no idea was there until there was no saving them. The post-sex clarity left them feeling flustered and lost. And now, to top it all off, you had beaten them to the punch of bringing up that question without them even realizing it.
Nothing went at all how they planned it to, did it?
“Right, dinner. That’s um… a good place to start. Well, not ‘start’. We’ve clearly already started something. Unless you don’t think so! I wouldn’t want to assume what you’re thinking after all and-“
Their words are cut short when you plant another short kiss on their lips, and they quickly get the hint that they need to shut up. You giggle at the look on their face and how they purse their lips tightly as if to keep their words from spilling out again.
“Sorry. You were rambling. But I do think we’ve started something here. So… would you like to continue this and actually ask me now?” Your voice is entwined with gentle amusement near the end as you now wait patiently for them to gather their scattered thoughts.
Hange lets out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding, strong enough to blow their fringe up. They straighten up and look at you directly with a newfound intensity, an air of vulnerability evident in their eyes as they meet your watchful gaze.
Their hand reaches out for yours, capturing it in their gentle grasp as they start with your name, “Would you let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night? I got ahead of myself… I-I guess we both did. But I want to do this right. I didn’t make a move just for this to be a one-time thing, you know. I’m serious about you. Hell, I think about you every day and-“
Their eyes widen for a moment as they catch themselves getting off track again. A mix between a sigh and a sheepish laugh escapes them, and they fight the urge to rip their gaze away from yours as they continue. Their thumb grazes over your knuckles softly.
“What I’m trying to say is, I want to get to know so much more of you… if you’ll have me.” They search your eyes hopefully, the lopsided and earnest grin that only you could draw out of them creeping back onto their lips. “So, what do you say?”
A delighted smile blooms on your lips, your own fingers tightening around their hand as you give Hange that look that makes their head spin.
“I’d say that sounds perfect.”
So I wrote this a while ago and just kinda let it marinate for a damn long time in between proofreading bc I definitely need to be medicated. Posting this on the last day of kinktober is so funny.
I've never written a fanfic before and I definitely have a lot I'd like to learn if I continue to do so. I'd be so happy if anyone could drop a comment and tell me their thoughts on this/what they liked. And honestly, any writing advice from any other fic writers who might read this would be greatly appreciated, it's bc of y'all that I said fuck it and tried it out for myself lol.
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