Alan Rickman character one shots

Hans x reader - Tight fit 🔪

Hans arrived at his usual Tailor shop, barging through the door with confidence and walking up to the front desk.

"Gruber. 4 o'clock." He grunted, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. He stood, stern faced, hoping to skip the tedious small talk with the receptionist, knowing he was already 10 minutes late for his appointment.
"Yes, sir. Now just to let you know your usu-."
"Thanks." He interrupted, not wishing to waste any more time. He hastily turned and made his way to his regular room.

He wandered in without knocking first and began removing his tie, making himself comfortable in the familiar surroundings. He strolled towards the three full length mirrors, admiring himself as the Tailor appeared from the connecting office.
"Mr. Gruber? Are you looking to be fitted or to purchase the mirrors..." You ridiculed, looking the self obsessed man up and down as he checked himself out. His eyes widened as he heard your voice and he turned to face you.
"A comedian, wonderful. However I came here for a Tailor, where's Elias?" He questioned, looking passed you in search of his usual company.
"He's sick, so you're stuck with the comedian I'm afraid, lucky for you I also do fittings." You hissed, rolling your eyes slyly at the man's foul attitude.

"Right," He scoffed, studying your face, "I suppose you'll do." He turned back to the mirrors, straightening up and wondering why no one had informed him of Elias' absence.
"Asshole." You muttered under your breath, lowering to your knees and starting to measure his inseam.
"Hold this to your inner thigh, highest point." You Instructed, handing him the tip of the measuring tape.
"I know what to do, woman." Hans growled, snatching the tape and lifting it to the correct position. You pressed one finger onto the tape at the top of his thigh and slid it down as you straightened it down his leg. Hans flinched, clenching his jaw and lifting his hand to scratch his neck, seemingly uncomfortable with your touch.

"Everything alright, Sir?" You scoffed, amused by the sudden loss of confidence from the previously self-assured man. He scowled at your reflection in the centre mirror.
"Fine." He muttered. Hans tried to focus on his own reflection in the mirror, staring into his eyes in an attempt to distract his wandering mind.

You tugged at the tape measure, retrieving it from his tight grasp and Hans jolted as he released his grip, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Somewhat of a daydreamer, Gruber?" You teased, referring to his clearly absent mind.
"I'll have you know I'm a very focused man." He snarled, "I don't daydream, I just have a very vivid imagination." He explained.

You nodded and smirked to yourself, resisting the temptation to provoke the already angered man any further. You stood up, walking over to the table and noting down the numbers you had gathered from measuring his inseam. Hans watched your reflection as you wandered off, unable to stop himself from eyeing your ass as you bent down to scrawl the measurements on a notepad.

You wore a thin, black roll neck tucked into a tight fitting houndstooth skirt, ending barely halfway down your thighs. Under the skirt you wore fishnet tights, much to Hans' approval.

You teasingly peered over your shoulder, catching Hans' prying eyes momentarily. You tutted at him as his gaze flicked back to his own reflection.
"You're not putting that vivid imagination to work are you?" You mocked, enjoying poking fun at the stone faced man. He scoffed, deciding to repeat his previous action and return his focus to your slightly exposed ass.
"Do you dress like a slut for every man you fit." He asked in retaliation.
"Only for you, Hans." You responded in truth. He swallowed, stretching his neck out and adjusting his stance.

You didn't often wear fishnets and black lacy knickers but Elias had advised you to take care of the man as he often carried a gun and wasn't one to be messed around with. You begged to differ. Elias explained that he would be effortless to seduce after Hans admitted to him that he had never been with a woman during their last fitting. Elias told you he feared for his job as his personal tailor after your session with him was over. You were used to uptight assholes in this job, but Hans was by far the most attractive, so you were willing to try and loosen him up.