Mads Mikkelsen Characters x Reader OneShots

Night out (Nigel x Reader)

Word count: 2283 Words

!SMUT WARNING!

Potential triggers: drugs and alcohol consumption, lots of swearing, bit of violence

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You took in a shaky breath as you lifted your head and stared back at the reflection in front of you.

Your eyeliner was slightly smudged, your tight little dress was riding up your thighs and your pupils were dilated.

You raised a hand to wipe away the excess of the white powder underneath your nose before you began fixing up your make up a little and adjusted your dress, running a hand through your hair afterwards to make it look neat before exiting the bathroom

The hot humid air hit you immediately and the music which was muffled by the door to the loo was now back in your ears at full volume.

You eyes scanned over the crowd of people dancing, drinking and grinding against each other as you made your way over to a secluded door.
You opened it and a staircase was revealed. Climbing up the stairs you found yourself in a hallway.
At the end of it was a curtain which led to a lounge overseeing the whole floor of the club beneath you with red velvet sofas, glass tables and more strippers.

It was the VIP area.

You walked over to a couch where a man was seated with the back of his head facing you, discussing something with the person sitting opposite of him and wildly gesturing with his hands as he did so.

You went around the sofa and sat down next to him, taking the margarita in front of you and sipping on it as the man next to you finished his argument and directed his attention towards you.

"Hello gorgeous."
Nigel smiled lightly as he took your free hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss on top of it while maintaining eye contact.

"When will you be done here?" You leaned over to him and muttered in his ear so that only he could hear you.

He scanned your features for a moment before answering "Soon."

You rolled your eyes as he focused once more on one of the other men in the lounge, talking about business and what not.
He just gave you the same answer as he already did 2 hours ago and you were starting to get bored.

You shifted closer to him once more and whispered into his ear, "But I want you so bad my dearest. You can't imagine how much I want you to have your way with me and use me for your pleasure."

You expected some form of reaction.
Clenching his jaw, taking in a deep breath, anything.

But nothing happened.
Almost as if he didn't hear what you just said to him.

You let out a huff and got up from the sofa. Wandering back down to the main floor of your husband's nightclub and finishing your margarita you decided to have a little fun.

The rush of the coke in your nose and the heavy bass vibrating in your whole body erupted a feeling of euphoria and you couldn't help but dance to the music.

As the night went on your confidence grew and you even dared to dance a bit on a pole. You knew a few moves and the high paired with the attention of the men surrounding you, gawking at your frame and cheering you on made you feel all the more powerful.

As you did a final spin around the pole you felt a pair of eyes burning into you and looked up to the railings of the VIP floor where Nigel was standing, watching your little performance while gripping to the fencing and looking absolutely livid.

You grinned to yourself thinking 'oh this is gonna get interesting.'

Strutting away from the small stage people around you voiced out their disappointment and were begging for one last twirl.