Mads Mikkelsen (and his characters) x female reader one-shots
Just a bunch of short stories about our favorite actor.
I will be accepting requests so don't be afraid to ask.
Will contain smut, fluff, AU, and all the other good stuff.
Updates every...
The next morning you woke up feeling the effects of last night's drunken state. You weren't sure if you were drunk on feelings or the most luxurious champagne that you've ever had.
Today's game started in the early morning and was planned for practically the whole day. Hopefully, Bond didn't have another great tactic for winning using your body but hey, what goes on inside his head is almost a scientific mystery. That's why you settled for casual chic.
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"Who are you trying to impress?" Said Bond when he saw you coming out of the bathroom, putting in the other earring. "If you weren't such a snob I would think that me." You just frowned at him but didn't make any comment choosing to not create an even more negative atmosphere.
This evening you would know if that idiot blew his chance, and your money, or not.
You wished for him to lose even if it meant that the bad guy won.
"Are you going?" You yelled at Bond. "No. I have something..." Hmm...well, you do you. You waited for the elevator to come. The familiar sound was heard and when the door opened, you raised your gaze meeting with Le Chiffre's. "Good morning." He said politely. He eyed you from the bottom to the top making you feel like you were standing in front of him naked. "Morning." You replied.
He was still looking at you so you mustered up all the courage that you had in you and turned to face him. "Do you want something?" You asked deviously. "You." He said, dead serious.
Pushing you against the wall of the elevator one hand placing next to your head, and with the other pressing the "stop" button. "I guess we're stuck." The elevator stopped with a thump. He played with the buttons on your dress looking up to see if you wanted this. You bit your lip and nodded.
He closed the gap between the two of you. His rough lips devoured yours. Heat rose from your stomach to your cheeks. Your heart skipping a beat as you were overwhelmed by the smell of his expensive cologne. There was no moment of hesitation. Le Chiffre, the worst man of them all was now arousing you in the worst ways possible. He bit on your lip sending another wave of pleasure through your body.
He then lifted the skirt of your dress grabbing your butt firmly. You let out a moan as he kneaded your cheek. "Be a good girl and I might let you ride my dick." "Yes...I will." You breathed out. "Yes, what?" His hand slid up your waist to your neck. "Yes, daddy." You said placing your leg in between his legs. He turned you around, making you face the wall. You spread your legs, arching slightly your back. He was rubbing your ass gently and then, suddenly, slapped it hard. "Ahhh!" You cried out.
This was insane. It was insane from you allowing it to happen. Yet again, here you were, moaning and eager to satisfy him.
"Such a good girl...my little slut." He whispered to your ear nibbling on your earlobe. Your panties were soaking wet when his palm hit your behind again. "Look at you all wet for me. Wanting to be fucked hard by my cock." He slapped you once more pushing aside your panties, circling your entrance with his index finger. Sliding it inside you. "Yes, daddy!" You felt hot and dizzy and when he added another finger, you were a complete moaning mess. "I want you to cum for me." He ordered and since you couldn't take the pleasure anymore you came all over his hand.
