Alan Rickman character one shots

Lionel x reader - Now, speak 🦁

a/n - this is not a continuation of the last one shot, I'm just feral for Lionel so I did another-

The welcome party for the new recruits at Shabandar Media Group was fast approaching, Lionel had reluctantly suggested the event and left you to organise the entire thing. You sent out generalised emails to every member of staff Lionel could tolerate and hired out a large hall space with catering to accommodate everyone. The only input your superior had offered was a request, phrased as more of a demand. It had to have a stage with a sizable podium in the centre, presumably so he could be the centre of attention whilst he recited his famous speech. He had reminded you of his stipulation in numerous disgustingly erotic emails over the last few days, reminding you of the consequences you would endure if you decided not to follow his rules. It was clear he had forgotten the reason for the event already, too focussed on his constant state of arousal to care.

You attended the final meeting before the party, held to discuss upcoming opportunities for you and your colleagues. Lionel consciously wasted your time, knowing how much it irritated you. He offered little to no information on the matter in hand and instead turned his attention to what everyone was going to wear to his event, that you had planned. He told you all how he had hired an incredibly expensive suit and that if anything were to happen to it you would all be fired, on the spot, the following morning. A few people chuckled but you knew he was serious, nodding at him to show your understanding. The familiar motion of your head bobbing caught his eye and he turned to you as the rest of your associates filed out of the room, chatting amongst themselves.

"And what exactly will you be wearing, Miss (y/l/n)?" He asked, truly not interested in your response and blatantly undressing you with his eyes.
"Nothing, sir." You teased, your comment going unnoticed as the man's gaze was captivated by your semi exposed breasts. You wouldn't dare turn up to work in anything less revealing, your main intention was to please the man. You had attended numerous personal meetings with your boss, all ending in him fucking you hard over his glass table or pleasuring himself until he released all over your face. When sitting in on meetings he would occasionally grab you from your office beforehand and shove you under the long table, forcing you to silently gag on his girthy cock whilst he talked about his upcoming projects with his fellow higher ups. His stern poker face never once wavering.

You decided you would continue to sexually serve the man, enjoying the attention and hoping that eventually your personal interactions would end in him letting you cum. He preferred to use you body as a piece of equipment and seemingly had no intention in giving you any gratification.

He nodded slowly, mentally recalling your previous interactions and replaying them in his head, looking into your eyes and biting his lip. He grabbed your hips abruptly and pulled you into him, chuckling at your attempt to stay composed.

"Fucking whore, dressing like this every day, trying to seduce your boss." He growled into your ear, finally acknowledging your previous comment. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin as his warm breath brushed over your neck, quickly replaced by his teeth. He gently nibbled at your skin, knowing how much you struggled to control yourself under his touch.
"A-am I succeeding, sir?" You whimpered into his soft hair, breathing in his familiar scent. He scoffed at your question, knowing you were attempting to gain the upper hand. He decided that was worth punishing you for. His gentle bites now turning rough. He began licking and sucking as he moved down your neck, placing a splayed hand on your back and snapping your hips into his once again. He groaned as his bulge nestled between your thighs. You felt his hand lower to your ass, lingering for a moment before promptly lifting up the hem of your dress and spanking you, causing you to yelp.

"You're a good little fuck toy." He purred, feeling you tremble under his touch.
"O-oh Lionel p-please." You started begging him, unable to ignore the wetness pooling in your knickers.
"Yeah... that's a good girl, fucking beg for it." He praised, lifting his hand to your now marked neck and sliding his thumb over your throat. He started moving his fingers into your hair, gripping and tugging at it, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"When you deserve it, you'll get what you want, fucking slut." He spat at you, taking in your lustful expression. You enjoyed when he degraded you, used you for his own pleasure, but your mind began to wonder what it would feel like to have his face buried between your legs. Your thoughts were now visible to the man as your pupils dilated and you focussed on Lionel's hooked nose, imagining the feeling of the tip massaging your clit and his tongue gliding over your entrance as he pumped you with his thick fingers.