Alan Rickman character one shots

Lionel x reader - Superior 🦁

Lionel sat at the glass table in his office, attempting to focus on his work and resist the temptation to watch you walk passed his office for the fifth time today. You were unaware of the extent of his affection for you, he kept his cards close to his chest but it was common knowledge that he was outwardly into any woman that showed him the least bit of interest. He was wearing his favourite suit and tie in an attempt to gain your attention as he'd been eyeing you up since you started working for him, not that he'd admit his true intentions. You had commented on his attire on your first day, in an attempt to 'kiss up to the boss', shamelessly. You told him that a simple black and white suit had never looked so good on an older man, your enthusiasm peaked his interest and he was hooked.

Since then he watched you, daily, he enjoyed your dedication. You worked hard and pleased him harder. You knew it was the only way you'd go up in his estimations, and hopefully end up under him in both a professional and personal sense, inferior to his superiority.

After a few hours Lionel was engrossed in his work once more, trying to organise his next few appointments and locate various, heavily desired, art pieces. You knocked at his door and he welcomed you in, lifting his head to your attention.
"Sir, I think we have a bite." You said suggestively.
Christ if only- No. Professional head Lionel. He tried to discipline his thoughts. I bet she gives professional head... But was unsuccessful.
"Wonderful, talk to me." He regained composure and offered a smirk, cocky as ever. You reciprocated, raising an eyebrow. His cock twitched and his face stiffened.
Fucking tease. He thought.

You walked over and explained your lead on his latest plan to obtain a wildly popular piece, outlining the finer details he had previously asked to be smoothed out. As you spoke you began to lean over his desk, pointing out certain parts of the text, but knowing full well his attention was now enslaved by your cleavage. He swallowed, nodding and attempting to keep eye contact as he furrowed his brows with interest.

You stroked his ego as he made suggestions and instructed you on the next steps in the intricate plan. Agreeing with everything he put forward with a simple 'Yes sir'. He kept the requests coming, mainly to hear your repetitive response.
"Is that everything?" He asked in an attempt to get rid of you, knowing he had appointments lined up all afternoon but realising he definitely needed to fit in a midmorning wank beforehand, to tame the beast.
"If that's all you want from me, Sir." You boldly questioned, noticing the bulge in his trousers and deciding it needed tending to. You had no intention of letting the man work on that project alone.

"What are you offering?" He scoffed, trying to hide his raging arousal at the common thought of you wrapped around his cock. You picked up the papers on his desk and flicked through them, perching on his knee. His thigh tensed beneath you.
"I think we need to take a closer look at this part." You pointed at the words on the first  page, knowing that your ass resting so close to his throbbing crotch was driving him crazy.

He instinctively placed his hands on your waist, unable to control his raging lust for you.
"How's this for close?" He growled. Tightening his grip and pulling you back onto his lap. You hummed, pressing your ass into his bulge pretending to get comfortable as he groaned, muttering expletives under his breath.
"M-much better, Sir." You stammered, feeling yourself melting into him, knowing he could feel your cunt pulsing against his length.
"Please (y/n), call me Lionel." He instructed, running a hand up your thigh passed the hem of your dress, lightly rubbing your clothed clit and rolling it in between two fingers. You gasped at his experienced touch, desperate for more of him. He tugged the fabric aside, circling a finger around your entrance before pushing it in suddenly and pulling it back out.
"Oh darling, so wet for me already..." He praised, his lips peppering kisses up your neck and gently biting the area behind your ear. He raised his thick finger, now lathered in your juices, to his mouth. You turned to witness the man sucking his, now clean, finger, swirling his tongue around the tip to make sure he got every last drop.
"Exactly how I imagined you'd taste." He purred, enjoying the look of shock and lust on your face.