Alan Rickman character one shots

Sinclair x reader - Plot twist 🧸

Sinclair laid up against the headrest in only his boxers, reading a remake of his favourite classic novel and scoffing occasionally as he mentally critiqued it. His eyes flicked up to your form as you entered the room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and a black lacy thong.

"Can I lay with you?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes in fraudulent innocence.
"Of course, sorry if I'm quiet, this is preposterous but I'm gripped." He muttered, smiling sweetly as you flashed him a cheeky grin and joined him in bed, snuggling under the duvet and pulling it up over you both.

You hummed as he wrapped an arm around your neck and kissed your forehead, keeping his focus locked on the book. You nestled into his chest affectionately, listening to his heart beat increase as you slid a hand under the duvet and smoothed your palm over his stomach.

"Are you sure you don't need a little break?" You smirked, teasingly brushing your fingers over his clothed bulge and pressing light kisses into his chest suggestively. He tensed, letting out a stifled moan and reaching down to grab your wrist, halting your movements.

"Don't be naughty, I'm almost done." He chastised, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and bringing your hand up to his mouth, kissing it softly without losing focus on the words in front of him. "Last chapter, promise." He mumbled. You sighed in defeat and retracted your hand, trailing a finger over his chest and circling each freckle and mole, occupying yourself as the minutes passed by.

After 10 minutes you grew bored, tilting your head up to see that he had moved onto the next chapter. You whined in protest and pinched his nipple, reprimanding him for his lies.
"Oi! That hurt, what's wrong with you today?" He questioned, briefly closing his book over his thumb so he didn't lose his spot.
"Last chapter..." You mocked, raising an eyebrow, wise to his deceit.
"Well... I didn't know you were watching so intently." He smirked, kissing your cheek and cautiously going back to his book. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, pursing your lips as you pondered over your next move.

"You know I don't often get a chance to read, I've been so busy with work and It's a stress relief-" He started, pausing his words as he watched your head move under the duvet. You trailed kisses down his chest and over his stomach, feeling as he tensed the muscles beneath your lips. He stiffened, parting his lips slightly as he toyed with the idea of giving in to your touch.

"(Y/n)..." He muttered, weakly grasping the back of your head.
"Mhm?" You hummed playfully in response, hooking your finger on the waistband of his boxers and roughly pulling them down, exposing his semi-erect cock. He gasped and tightened his grip on your hair as you took his balls into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the underside and nibbling gently.

He slammed the book down on the bed and let out a lengthy moan, clenching his thighs and bucking his hips desperately into your face.
"F-fucking christ... you d-do know how to get my attention..." He whined as you licked up his shaft, lingering on the pulsing vein and adding pressure.
"Mmm-fuck, s-stop teasing... p-please..." He begged, letting go of the book and grasping the bed sheets tight. You snickered as you felt him grow harder, his hardening cock twitching for more attention.

As you traced your tongue back down, licking his balls and taking them into your mouth, he let out a loud groan and continued to beg.
"S-suck on them p-please..." he whined, encouraging your actions and submitting to you completely.
"I don't know if you deserve that Sinclair... you shouldn't tell lies..." You teased, running your hands up his inner thighs and moving back up to circle your tongue over his tip.

"I-I won't I'm s-sorry... U-ugh sh-shit this is too much... darling p-please..." He groaned, weakly attempting to apologize and redeem his actions.
"I guess as you asked so nicely..." You surrendered, getting impatient yourself.