Mads Mikkelsen Characters x Reader OneShots

Teacher's Pet (Martin x Reader)

B/N = Best Friends Name

E/C = Eye colour

Word count: 8242 Words

!SMUT WARNING! (+ big age gap)

Potential triggers: consumption of alcohol and tobacco; injury w/ blood

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It was the day of your graduation.

You were done with school, ready to visit a university to finally study teaching. You and your classmates were roaming the streets, celebrating and probably annoying lots of people but most of them were quite happy for you all.

As the night broke in you guys decided to head to the bar where you all agreed on meeting up to party and continue drinking. You haven't had that much booze yet and still felt quite sober.
However you're not intending for it to stay that way.

Upon arriving you made a beeline to the bar and ordered 2 tequila shots for yourself. You downed them immediately and asked for a doubled vodka soda. After the bartender fixed your drink you began to mingle and decided to sit down at a rather big table filled with other students.
You talked a bit with the people seated next to you about what your plans where when you started to consume your "skinny bitch".

With every sip you took you could literally feel the alcohol entering your system.

Your face numbing ever so slightly yet still noticeable to you.
Your cheeks feeling a tad bit warmer, beginning to get that sheer red shade of a drunken flush.
Your movements becoming vaguely slower and loosening up.
Your eyelids starting to feel lightly heavier, causing your gaze to become a bit more droopy.

You let your head fall back softly against the wall and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, experiencing that wave of lightness hit you the moment the back of your head came into contact with the coolness of the wooden wall behind you and completely relaxing your body for a few seconds which felt like a bliss.

Sitting up straight and nipping at your drink right afterwards you started to crave the carefree feeling of intoxication.

15 minutes later you were almost done with your drink when suddenly the bar erupted in cheering and applause.
You peeked over to figure out the reason and upon looking at the entrance you saw three of your teachers and the coach walking into the bar, all smiling from ear to ear, laughing and bowing down a few times out of fun.

Your favorite of them immediately catching your eye,
Martin.

He used to be your history teacher up until now.
Not only did you like him for the way he managed to teach you in an exciting way but also for his damn good looks.
He beamed around the room and as soon as his eyes met yours you immediately looked down at your hands in your lap.

You started to imagine talking to him for once about something other than his subject.

Getting to know him a bit.

Maybe getting closer.

Moving closer.

Him touching your arm when making a joke.

Both of you keeping eye contact.

Slowly leaning in- no.
Stop it. Right now.

This is so inappropriate.
You blushed violently looking down into your finished glass.

'On the other hand though, he's not your teacher anymore. So there wouldn't be any harm in this, right?'
You were deep into your racing thoughts about your silly little crush and so confused about them that you didn't notice the person next to you leaving their seat and another one taking their place.