Mads Mikkelsen Characters x Reader OneShots

A favor (Rochefort x Reader)

Word count: 1482 words

Smut warning!

Potential Triggers: Non-consensual touching

A/N: As requested here is a story featuring Rochefort being a bit of an asshole,

Enjoy!

-G

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"More beer!"

A man slammed his empty pitcher on the table as his deep, obnoxious voice barked through the pub and the whole round cheered.

You rolled your eyes and went behind the bar to fill up beers for the whole table.

These guys already had enough to drink and they have been here for hours now.
It was getting very late and you wanted to close up and just get into bed after an exhausting day but seeing as these people were very good friends with the owner of this place they can stay as long as they want.

And it seems like they won't be leaving anytime soon.

This is going to be a long night.

After placing the last tankard on a tray you picked it up and balanced it over to the men who waited eagerly for you to bring them more booze.

You set the tray down and placed a beer in front of each person and as you bent down to reach over the table you suddenly felt somebody touch your behind, groping it roughly through the fabric of your dress before letting it come down on your butt hard.

You gasped as you felt the stinging pain and as you shot up startled you spilled a drink which went over the table and flowed onto the lap of the man who just fondled your ass.

You turned to look at him in shock and his eyes were fixated on his now wet pants before they shot up to yours and he gave you a dirty grin.

"Well, somebody's gonna have to clean that up now."
He smirked and you quickly went to fetch a cloth while you muttered an apology.
You wanted to hand it to him so that he can clean himself up but he stopped you.

"Won't you pat me dry, my pretty little thing?"

He scooted back a little in his chair to give you access and you tried to keep a straight face as you began to soak up the beer with the cloth, doing everything to avoid his crotch.

His eyes followed your every move and as soon as you were done you immediately hurried away to clean up a table were the guests just left.

The next hour you could feel the stranger's eyes on you but you kept avoiding eye contact.
You were successful with it until you went into a different section of the pub to get a few minutes to yourself.

Of course, few men overstepped the line quite a few times at the places where you worked before but none have been as bold and shamelessly as that guy.

It did shake you up but with the few glances you managed to sneak his way without meeting his eyes you noticed that he was good looking, which oddly enough made you feel a bit better - it made you feel desired.

Usually you would get hit on by old and unattractive men but he was quite handsome.
However his behavior was still appalling and left you feeling uncomfortable.

As you were taking a deep breath you heard footsteps approaching you and you quickly turned around to be faced with the man from earlier.

He stepped into the dimly lit room and closed the door behind him.
Your breath hitched as you heard the door fall into it's lock and you kept your gaze fixated on the floor.