Alan Rickman character one shots

Harry x reader - Just ask 💍

"Is it just me or has boss-man been a bit... harsh lately? More than usual I mean." Your colleague asked, leaning over and muttering her words across the desk partition as she watched Harry fiddle with the blinds to his office. He narrowed his eyes at you both and stared intensely before snapping them shut, blocking your view.

"He's definitely been colder than usual... I'm tempted to ask him what's up." You considered, looking at the woman next to you for a reaction.
"You're mad, he closed the blinds, I would leave him." She suggested, returning to her work.

"When was the last time he said or did anything encouraging?" You asked, knowing she had worked around the man for years longer than you had. She shot you a condescending look.
"Never, I'm not exactly in his age range... you still have a chance." She scoffed, smirking at your surprised expression.
"That shouldn't matter-" You started before she cut you off.
"Oh but it does, It's a power thing, or a guy thing... maybe both." She muttered, trying to help you understand and warn you off the idea of confronting him.

You bit your lip, toying with your thoughts before deciding enough was enough.
"Well, maybe I can soften him up." You mocked satirically, shooting your colleague a wink before leaving your desk and wandering up to the door of Harry's office. You stood for a moment, trying to figure out whether you felt bold enough to confront him, quickly deciding to do so and entering, forgetting to knock.

"Sir, I need to speak to you about something-... Oh." You started, stopping as you caught him in the act. Harry sat in his office chair with his trousers undone, resting just passed his knees, exposing his thighs. His eyes were locked on his phone that was held in a weak grasp as he pumped his cock with his other hand, pressing his lips together and focussing on the screen as you stood in shock. You slammed the door behind you, solidifying your presence in the room as his eyes snapped to you. He quickly turned in his chair and pulled up his trousers, dropping his phone on the desk.

"Fuck! W-what are you doing?" He asked, flustered and struggling to do his belt back up.
"Oh I see... so it's sexual frustration." You replied calmly, glancing down at his phone to see a collection of photos of yourself staring back at you.
"Oh wow... I've really caught you in the thick of it haven't I?" You mocked in disbelief, enjoying the feeling of finally having the upper hand.

"Shut it you filthy bitch, you've been leading me on since day one." He snapped, overwhelmingly embarrassed as he swiveled around on his chair and turned over his phone, slamming it back down on the desk. You stayed quiet, unsure of how to react to his accusation.

"If that's true and it bothers you so much... then why wouldn't you say something about it?" You questioned, watching as he fidgeted in his seat and struggled to keep focussed on your face as you spoke.

"Please. And what exactly would I say? (Y/n), could you stop coming to work every day in the uniform I so eagerly made you wear for me, so I can stop wanking over your perfect tits as they pop out of your conveniently tight shirt?" He questioned sarcastically, raising his eyebrows at you and shifting his glasses to the end of his nose as if he actually expected you to answer.

"Oh, sir... If you wanted to see them... you only had to ask." You responded, wandering over to the front of his desk and placing your hands down on the table, undoing your top two buttons and exposing your cleavage, poking out of your lacy bra. He sat back and stared at you in shock, gulping and parting his lips as his smug look instantly disappeared. He marveled over your half exposed breasts, unsure on what to do next.

"I... um..."
"You what? Don't have the balls to ask for what you want? Thought as much..." You teased, grabbing his wrist and lifting his hand, sliding it under your shirt and bra. He instinctively cupped your breast, widening his eyes and breathing heavily as you reached behind yourself and unhooked your bra. You raised an eyebrow at him and stood upright, he retracted his hand and cleared his throat, looking passed you anxiously to make sure no one else was going to barge in.