Alan Rickman Character One Shots

Forbidden Lovers (🎭 PART 3 NSFW)

(NSFW)

P.L. then picked you up like you were nothing but a feather and laid you on his bed.

You looked up at him and bit your lip, stretching and wrapping your legs around his waist. "My lips are lonely..." you smiled and pulled him close with your legs. He chuckled and leaned down, pecking your lips. He stood back up just to admire you on his bed. You frowned and turned over, laying on your back.

P.L. smiled and pulled your hips up to meet his abdomen. "Turn over Darling. I want to look at your face." He almost commanded. You giggled and crawled away from him. You turned over and leaned forward, to him. "Kiss me again... that felt good."

P.L. chuckled and kissed you hungrily. You hummed and ran your hands through his hair. He disconnected from your lips and trailed soft, small kisses down your jaw, occasionally nibbling on it. You gasped softly and let your head fall back.

You gripped onto his hair, pulling softly. He groaned and moved to suck on your neck, adamant to leave a mark on you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he bit at your neck, "P.L~" you called out.

P.L. Hummed loudly and you pulled at his tie, fiddling with it. P.L. grabbed it and pulled it off in one swift motion. You bit your lip and grabbed his collar, pulling him onto the bed with you. Once you saw that his knees were on the bed you pulled him to the side with all your might, causing him to lay down.

You quickly got on top of him. He looks up at you in surprise and you giggle, "I'm not serious enough for this!" You yell in excitement. P.L. chuckles and rubs your hips softly. "You mind if I help you a bit?" You smile and shake your head.

P.L. Starts to slowly unbutton your blouse, you could tell he was going slow to make sure you were still ok with it all. You put your hands atop his and take the shirt off. He smirks softly and rubs up your hips and curves that you'd finally gained last summer. "Oh look at you... so very beautiful."

You blushed softly and he unzips your skirt, "I'd hate to ruin any of your clothing... you're so cute in it all."

"Thank you..." you whispered sheepishly. You sat up a bit and slid your skirt off your legs, throwing it to the floor. "Dieu Tout-Puissant." P.L. cursed in French. You giggled and he ran his warm hand down your stomach, stopping at your panty line.

You grabbed his hand. "I believe you're a bit... overdressed."

P.L. looked down at his clothes and sat up, throwing off his vest and shirt.

"Eager are we?" You smiled and grabbed his waist band, "Do away with them." He commanded. You smiled and pulled his pants down, letting them rest on his ankles. P.L. kicked them off the rest of the way and pulled you into a kiss by your neck.

You hummed and held his face. His fingers trailed down your stomach again and entered your undergarments, "What a gentleman." You remarked, sarcasm lining your voice.

"Forgive me." P.L. whispered.

You smiled, he was wrapped around your finger. "Mm..." you kissed his cheek and stood. He grabbed your arm and you ripped it away, looking back at him, "Patience is vital."

He nodded and you took your shoes off, you walked to the door and bent over slowly placing them beside the door. P.L. sat up straight and watched you carefully. You deprived yourself of your stockings and turned back around to face him. He looked amuck, feral. "Please (Y/N). You couldn't possibly tease me anymore. I'm aching for you."

You smirked and raised a brow, sauntering over to him. "Oh? Is that so." You crawled back onto his lap and your breath hitched when you felt what he was talking about, his erection was resting against your cunt, sending shivers through your body. "Oh..." you whispered.