Summary: Your boss thinks you've done a very good job recently and he intends to reward you for it.
Word Count: 2071
Notes/Warnings: Female Reader, Slightly ditzy reader, Boss/Receptionist relationship, panty sniffing (I couldn't help it, he has a good sense of smell), Oral Sex (F Receiving)
Requested by Anon
You were working at your desk, just checking that the doctor’s schedule and your copy matched perfectly so you didn’t have a mistake like last time, when you heard him call your name through the ajar door. Instantly, you perked up and looked over “Can you come in here please?” In your hurry to stand, you scattered a few papers around and even off your little desk, including the schedule you were just working on. With a groan, you hurriedly piled all the papers together and placed them in one of the few clear spaces on your desk before you scuttled through into the office.
Doctor Lector was sat at his desk, writing down information from his last patient, but put the pen down when he saw you enter. He turned the paper face down and placed the pen back in its holder “Close the door behind you. Lock it as well.” Of course, you did as you were told, closing and locking the door with a click “Good. Now, come here.” He pulled his chair out a little and beckoned you closer with one finger. Without a word, biting your bottom lip to hide a hopeful smile, you came closer and rounded the desk to stand beside him “When is my next appointment?” He asked almost casually as he trailed that finger up your leg.
“Not for another hour.” Lecter nodded and started to clear a space on his desk.
“Very good.”
The room was quiet as you watched him carefully rearrange his desk until he deemed it good enough and he turned to you. You perked up as soon as his deep brown eyes raised to yours “You’ve been doing a very good job recently, my dear.”
“Really?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t say it otherwise. You’ve not made any kind of mistake in months, I’m quite proud of you.” You couldn’t help but preen, which he obviously noted if the slight uptick of the corner of his mouth was any indication “In fact, I’d say it deserves a reward.” You perked up at the mere thought, but you shook your head out of decency more than not wanting anything.
“Oh, Doctor Lecter, you really don’t have to-”
“-I know. But a good job deserves recompense, don’t you think?” You shrugged a little and bowed your head, but Hannibal guided your gaze back up with a gentle hand motion “Get up on the desk.” He said with another fluid hand gesture, this time towards the space on his desk.
“Wha…Pardon?”
“On the desk now, that’s a good girl.”
You almost couldn’t resist when he said those words, so you carefully shifted the rest of the way around to the front of his desk and pushed yourself up onto the pristine wood. His hands rested on your knees, only barely touched by the hem of your skirt and covered by thin white stockings, though his eyes stayed stuck on your face “Have you been trying to get my attention today, my dear?” He purred as his touch drifted up, under your skirt and right to the edge of your stockings “Because you have been enticing me all day, every time you’ve walked into the room looking like this.”
“I’ve just been doing my job.” The innocent trill didn’t convince him, especially since you leaned closer to try and kiss him. A wolfish smile crossed his lips as he moved backwards just as much.
“Is that so?” You nodded quickly “So you didn’t choose this outfit just to tempt me?”
“Not at all. Whatever my outfit makes you feel isn’t my fault, Doctor Lecter.” He nodded once, eyes briefly darting down to the outfit you had definitely chosen just to seduce him.
“I suppose it’s my own filthy mind to blame then.” Again, you nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to speak when his eyes flicked back up to your own. They were dark on any normal day and almost unreadable but being this close meant you could almost see yourself reflected perfectly in them, and he looked ravenous. A familiar shiver ran through you at his unbroken gaze “Well, I suppose there’s only one thing I can do.”
“There is?”
“The only way to get rid of temptation-” He said around a deep breath in as his hands again rose, up to your hips “-is to yield to it.” He leaned forward for a kiss that stole your breath until you saw sparks light up behind your closed eyes.
Before you could catch your breath and recentre yourself, you were on your back against the desk with your head dangling over the other side, the bookcases across the room upside down in your already unfocussed eyes. You barely realised that your skirt had been flipped up or your legs parted until you dimly felt a muted press of lips to your cotton covered right knee. Hannibal had bent over slightly, just enough to trail kisses down your calf, then back up to your knee. He then crossed over, did the same to your other leg. As he did so, his thumbs massaged perfect circles right to the apex of your thighs, making you squirm and bite your lips so you didn’t whine. Even with such limited touch, you were already aching between your thighs. He always knew just how to play you.
He moved back a little and chuckled when you rocked your hips up to try and catch his lips back to your skin. Rather than relent, however, he slipped his fingers under your panties and slowly dragged them down your thighs, gradually guiding your legs up in the air and slightly together as he pulled the pale cotton from your ankles. All contact was stopped for a second before you heard a deep breath from between your legs. You furrowed your brows and sat up a little, only to see Hannibal with his nose buried in your panties and his eyes closed softly as though taking in the scent of a fine wine “Hannibal.” You muttered, almost scandalised, as your cheeks started to heat. His dark eyes fluttered open and he smiled wolfishly at you, licking his lips as his hand fell below the desk briefly.
“You just smell so sweet.” He purred “Have you been eating the way I suggested?”
“Uh…Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Slowly, he guided you to lie down again and spread your legs apart. You were so wet that even you could hear the noise of your lower lips parting as your legs spread, sounding almost like a kiss. Before you could feel even slightly embarrassed, Hannibal’s tongue was trailing up between your lower lips, a low hum rumbling in his throat. Your head slowly fell back again as his tongue moved higher and higher. Your jaw dropped slightly as his tongue pressed firmly on your clit, breath stuttering out of your chest. Slowly, the point of his tongue swirled around the hard little bud a few times before his lips closed around it and he gently sucked.
You keened, back arching ever so slightly off the desk, when Hannibal lavished your clit with broad strokes of his tongue. Desperate for some leverage, your hands blindly reached out and, after knocking a few things out of place, found the sides of the desk to grip on to. A deep thoughtful hum sounded between your legs before Hannibal shifted a little closer. He guided your legs a little further apart and then pulled back sightly. Then, before you could even shift your stance to be more comfortable, Hannibal’s tongue was back on you; he flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit quickly, making your legs judder and your thighs clench around his head.
Strong hands gripped your thighs and harshly parted your legs again, further so your knees almost hit the wooden desk “Too much, too much.” You gasped but he didn’t let up, if anything his movements sped up to the point it ached. Only when you squealed and kicked your feet like a stuck pig, as much as you could under his strong grip, did he pull back. He looked up across your body as you went limp, licking his lips and smiling as he watched your chest heave. In the stillness, his fingers trailed up and down your inner thighs. When your deep breaths started to end as soft moans as he traced your outer lips with the tip of his finger, he pressed forward, sinking his middle finger into your heat. With his palm up, he curled that finger upwards until it pressed at a spongey spot that made you groan gutturally “Hannibal, please.”
His tongue was flat against your cunt before you even finished. This time far less greedy as he lapped up your wetness and lavished your clit with licks and kisses, he ended up moaning and humming in pleasure even louder than you were; each low rumble vibrating through you, turning into a shudder up your spine and leaving as a moan of your own. Your hips lifted off the desk and bucked against his mouth as much as you could with his hands pinning you down, trying to keep his tongue on just the right point and his finger pressing into that spot “F’k, Hann…Hannibal~!” You moaned like a professional whore. He hummed again and your breath stuttered “I’m…Gonna cum.” You could feel Hannibal smile against you. It took a second for him to pull himself away from you with a wet noise, just enough to talk.
“That’s it, good girl. Let me taste it.”
His fingers thrust into you rhythmically, only getting faster and curling up to abuse your g-spot, as he sucked and licked at your clit until your legs shook again. As your pleasure built further and further, turning your thoughts into nothing but a sunny haze, your hand fell between your legs and you gripped at his thin ponytail. He hummed happily again, and that was the last straw.
Your vision became unfocused and fuzzed white at the edges, your thighs strained to close against his harsh grip, and your grip on his hair tightened “Hannibal. I…Fuck, Hannibal.” Even just saying his name seemed to heighten your pleasure. He let you ride it out as you needed, let you use him as little as you could with your mind swimming. All you could focus on was the hot feeling surging through you, and Hannibal still between your thighs, coaxing more and more out of you with his tongue.
Eventually you sighed shakily and lay lax against the desk, panting and staring off across the room. Hannibal wiped away the mess between your legs, chuckling when your leg twitched, as well as sucked your taste from his fingers and then helped you sit up. He slipped you onto his lap and let you cuddle up against him for a minute. You turned your head to kiss at his neck and cheek until he looked at you and let you kiss his lips. Even with your mind still swimming, you tried to slip your hands across his chest and down to the button of his trousers but he moved them away before you could. You whined slightly and he chuckled “Not right now, we don’t have time.”
“But I-“
“-Later. You’re still coming for dinner?” You nodded as he petted your head “Good. You can make it up to me then.” The mere thought made you grin. You’d be able to devote far more time and attention to him then.
Another few minutes were spent in his lap before he sighed and looked to the clock “I should probably get ready for my next appointment. Who is it?” You almost groaned as you stood up on still unsteady legs.
“Mason Verger.” The contempt was obvious in your voice, but you still felt the need to add “He gives me the creeps.”
“You shouldn’t worry about him, you’re far too old for his tastes.” You cringed obviously and frowned. Before you could leave, Hannibal caught your chin in his hand and turned you to look into his dark eyes “We won’t have to deal with him much longer, my dear. I promise.” You nodded once and he let you go back to your desk. You smiled to yourself, even when Mason arrived, at the thought of just what Hannibal would do to sort him out.
