could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where fem!reader teases him while he‘s working?(with nsfw?)
warnings: inappropriate work dynamics, cunnilingus, cheating
A/N : I got a little distracted with this one omg...
Your heels click against the floor of your psychiatrist's office, as soon as he hears the familiar tap, he looks up from the stack of papers in his hands. Hannibal greets you with a soft smile, gesturing towards the couch in front of him. "How are you doing today, Miss L/N?" A sigh falls from your parted lips, shoulders shrugging to not only answer his question- but to also rid the thick coat from your shoulders. "Tired," You pause, eyes rising to meet his. "Unsatisfied, I feel it in my bones."
Hannibal nods, watching as you adjust your pencil skirt to cover more of your thighs. You had a white button down tucked into it, the top three buttons undone to reveal a bit of your chest. "And what is it, that you feel in your bones?" He asks, flipping through a few pages to get to your specific notes. You tilt your head slightly, fingers moving to fiddle with the buttons on your shirt. "You remember what we talked about last time?" Of course he remembered, you had a sundress on last time- hands rubbing up and down your thighs as you vented to him about your poor, poor lover. You had your hair down that time, looking at him with dark eyes as you explained how no matter how long he went down on you- he was never enough man to make you cum.
Hannibal nods to keep you talking, his eye contact never faltering. You swipe your tongue against your bottom lip and start to continue your story. "I took your advice, I told him what to do, I communicated. I really took action, but he was so offended Dr. Lecter. He looked like a kicked puppy. He didn't even want to touch me that night, or any other nights this week." Your lips pull into a pout, which Hannibal can't look away from. "Do you think, maybe, I should look into couples counseling?" You lean forward, giving him a view of what it looks like down your shirt. "Sometimes when a man's ego is wounded, he retreats into himself. Is that how you feel Mr. L/N reacted towards you?"
You push back, chewing on your bottom lip now. "Mr. L/N hardly had any ego to start with, that's the problem. You keep referring to him as a man, when in reality, a man could please his wife." You huffed, noticing Hannibal's mouth contort into a twisted smile. Not like the one he gave you when you first arrived. "It gets old when all you do is give, give, give, all for an inadequate husband." He nods at your confession. "Would it make you happier to be with someone else?" At his question, your legs unfold and your fingers begin to play with the hem of your skirt once again.
"Maybe... Sometimes I think about being with someone who knows their way around a woman."
Hannibal stands, placing his papers down on his desk. He stands there for a moment, leaning against the wood. "Would that help you solve some of your problems?" This time, his eyes are focused and locked on the three buttons that weren't clasped. You swallow hard. "Yes, I think so." He begins to walk forward, and you sit up eagerly in the chair you had made yourself comfortable in. He stops in front of your shaky legs and props one knee to the side of yours. Hannibal leans his weight onto it, his right hand coming to caress the left side of your jaw. "Miss Y/N, I believe it's my job to provide you with all of the opportunities you may need to be your best self. Do you agree?" "Yes, I agree, that's what I am paying you for."
Fingers dig into the plush skin of your cheek, and he laughs silently. You aren't given any time to question his intentions before he's pressing his lips against yours. You moan pleasantly, his mouth a warm contrast to the air-conditioned room you had your sessions in. Surprisingly, he makes no move to force his face against you the way your husband does, instead, he kisses you softly. His lips melt perfectly within yours, like you were destined to touch this man. You feel his hand fall lower, taking a firm grasp around your throat. You gasp excitedly, his fingertips pressing firm into your muscles. You felt he knew exactly where to press, what to manipulate.
His kissing ends with a sigh, and he pulls back to take you in. He finds you much more pleasing than Alana at this moment. You watch him close his eyes and breathe in for a moment, your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Dr. Lec-" He cuts you off, the hand wrapped snug around your throat, forcing you back into the leathered chair you had been sat in. The force knocked the breath from your lungs, without time to recuperate, his hands wrapping around the back of your knees and yanking your bottom half forward. He ignores your yelp, forcing your pencil skirt to a bunch around your hips. Hannibal watches with amusement as your face turns bright red. You try to grab your bearings, turning your head to the side and coughing awkwardly.
Hannibal pays you no mind, looking inbetween your legs at the lack of underwear you had worn. He smiles, running a hand through his hair. "Miss L/N... is this something you were hoping for?" Luckily he isn't expecting an answer from you, instead he grabs your thighs and pushes them against your chest- baring you to the empty room. He drops to his knees and still has to bend down, you blush excitedly, this was the man you were looking for. His mouth latches to your pussy, tongue gliding against your wet heat with a hunger your husband didn't have.
His tongue slides between your folds, pressing firm against your clit and pulling it between his lips to suck on. He relishes in the way you whine and arch your back against his face, nails digging into the leather upholstery of the seat you were folded against. Hannibal's right arm moves to hold both your legs, so he can bring the fingers from his left hand into your tight hole. They push into you deep as his tongue laps incessantly at your swollen clit, his goal to satisfy you externalizing. "Oh... God!" You whine, hips pushing into his mouth. And he obliges your every need, taking you further into his mouth, the burn of his passion enveloping your every nerve ending. You feel his fingers begin to thrust inside you, prodding at the spongey spot your husband couldn't find. "I... That feels so good.." He hums against your clit, fingers curling and pushing with all his willpower. With one more push against that spot, and his mouth against you- you gush against his face. You cry out for him, tears pooling down your face and onto his chair. But he doesn't even stop.
Your legs fall onto his shoulders, and you realize he's moved his arms. His left hand continues pushing against your sweet spot, but his mouth is no longer latched onto your clit, instead he rolls against it with a pad of his thumb. Hannibal's teeth sink into the soft skin of your thigh, sweat falling from his forehead as he works at you. HIs fingers work at you in a clockwise motion- and he fights against your hips as they grind against his fingers. "Oh!" You cry, teeth pushed together and jaw clenched- no longer worried about how you looked to him. You bring your hands to hide your face, whimpering when he doesn't let up the pressure. "Give me one more, I need to know that you're leaving pleased." He watches you nod, hands falling from your face to make eye contact. "Okay... I will!" You moan, pushing against his thumb. He gets the message, his thumb rotating against your clit faster than before. You feel the fingers inside of you speed up too, massaging your insides with a growing need to feel you clench around them once more. He memories each moan he pulls from you with a growing obsession, mentally noting to go through your lives work later. With one more forceful push into your hole, you're crying into your hands and cumming around his fingers once more.
You hand him the cash payment for your visit, which he waves away. "Just this once I won't be taking payment, We have yet to discuss this new course of treatment, so it'd be inappropriate of me to accept payment before we have talked things over." You blink at him, nodding in agreement. "Let me know if this new type of therapy helps you and your relationship, and we will discuss our actions from there." "Will do, Dr. Lecter. I will see you next week."
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