Alan Rickman character one shots

Lionel x Gissing x reader - Men in suits (2) 🦁👔

You looked across the table and suddenly noticed the absence of John Gissing, crossing your fingers for his prompt arrival as Lionel had specified in the email. Not that your boss had noticed, too focused on figuring out a way to ignore what you just did to him and figuring out a suitable punishment. 

"Sorry I'm late, traffic." Gissing seethed, bursting into the room and meeting Lionel's stern gaze. He quickly rushed to his seat, opposite yours and greeted everyone with a half hearted smile, slightly embarrassed at his inability to arrive on time. He scanned the table as Lionel introduced himself and let his focus rest on you, clearly not noticing the feeling of your boss's eyes burning into the side of his head as he mentally undressed you, licking his lips suggestively. You rolled your eyes, turning away to face Lionel as he smiled, enjoying your quick dismissal of Gissing's advances.

Lionel continued to read through his notes, keeping a close eye on Gissing as he listened intently, occasionally making self deprecating jokes in an attempt to gain the boss's respect. You laughed at his comments, finding yourself strangely drawn to him and forgetting to write down key notes as Lionel had asked.
"Have you taken any of that down, darling?" He whispered, raising a condescending brow.
"N-no, sorry, I'll do that now, Sir."

"Sir? Christ, you're a lucky man." Gissing scoffed, earning a cruel look from Lionel as he turned his focus back to you, questioning your reason for being so distracted. You ignored Gissing's comment, fluttered your eyelashes at Lionel and turned slightly on your chair, spreading your legs and giving him a peek at your damp panties as an apology for not paying attention.
"Th-that's perfectly alright (Y/n), I'll see you after so you can catch up." He muttered, gulping as he looked down at your clothed cunt and feeling his trousers tighten again.

He droned on for a further 20 minutes, addressing mainly you and Gissing as he wandered around the table, standing behind you and making jokes, causing you to giggle, whenever he decided the man had been staring for too long. He seethed with jealousy, repeatedly getting lost in his thoughts whilst trying to figure out whether you were genuinely reciprocating Gissing's flirtatious advances or just playing along for the fun of it.

As the meeting ended, everyone left their seats and filed out of the room, lingering in the hallway to take advantage of the refreshments that Lionel had laid out earlier that morning. He stood and chatted to a few of the other members as Gissing held the door open for you, shooting you a wink.
"Go on, you first." He urged, staring at your ass as you continued into the hallway to join the others. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the attention. Lionel glanced over as you stood opposite Gissing, chatting in an attempt to get to know your bosses new potential right hand man.

"So, are you two... y'know?" He asked with a passive approach.
"What?"
"Are you a thing?" He reiterated, crossing his arms and moving closer to you.
"(Y/n) is my assistant, she's in charge of emails, coffee, notes and keeping my men in check. Understood?" Lionel interrupted, overhearing your conversation and deciding to relieve your obvious discomfort.
"Yes boss... good to know." Gissing muttered, winking at you again as he walked off, pouring himself a glass of wine and standing alone in the corner.

Lionel grunted, downing his drink and slamming it down on the table.
"Are you leading him on or is he just a fucking pervert?" He seethed, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him, breathing his words into your ear.
"Neither, Sir. He was just making conversation." You replied, brushing Gissings comments off in hope that Lionel would blindly agree and move on.

"If you're uncomfortable I can have him removed." He offered, grabbing your waist firmly and begging for your undivided attention.
"Are you afraid of a bit of competition, Sir?" You teased, "I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about." You continued, turning to see his expression change, ignoring your comment and suddenly remembering the last time you were this close.