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Changes Chapter Four

Norman Osborn X Reader

Previously: Reader goes back to Gala to collect her clutch which contains her suit. She runs into Norman who is concerned about the blood on her knuckles. He admits some heartfelt things and he walks her home.

Summary for this chapter: Strong themes, violence. Arguments. and more arguments. It’s just all the drama mick i love it. And also Smut. Good old fashioned hate fuelled smut. I was going to upload this without the smut and save it for another chapter but man Closer by nine inch nails slaps hard so i got carried away..

Word count approx 3000

Norman and her where walking through the streets of New York together. The air was nippy, causing her to shiver slightly. Norman offered her his coat, to which she accepted. She was walking in just a dress and heels after all. They walked in silence for the most part. Perhaps they were both thinking of something to say. But too exhausted to to fill the silence. Maybe that's why they were comfortable in each other's company, they didn't feel the need to fill silences. They where only a street away from her apartment, this is when she began thinking about what to do with Norman. She didn't know wether to invite him in or not. Maybe it would be best if he left, she didn't want to complicate things further. She wasn't completely sure how she felt about him. His obsession tonight over her had spun her head. But then his confession later on had span her head the opposite way again.

As they where approaching her apartment her worries about inviting Norman in or not where thrown to the back of her mind, as Peter was stood at the door, ringing the bell.

Norman had seen him too. Looking over she saw him stiffen up. His teeth gritting together and his eyes narrowing. This was the last thing she needed tonight. Peter had heard footsteps and looked over. His eyes widened at the sight of the deranged 'couple' before him. 'Great' she thought. It was one thing to explain to him about her running off and another to explain about her and Norman. She didn't want Peter to find out that she was sleeping with their mutual friends father.

"(Y/N) you just ran off! You scared me, there was screaming and I tried running after you but you where gone so quickly I-" "You told me you didn't go home with him." Norman cut in, his eyes darting at hers. At this moment in time she could have sworn she felt the jealousy radiating off him.

Peter looked back at (Y/N) with confusion written all over his face. She didn't know where to begin.

"And why are you with Mr Osborn"

"I'm sorry Pete, I had forgot something at the gala. When I went back I bumped into Norman and he offered to walk me home. I'm really sorry for shooting off like that." She explained hoping he'd accept it and leave. Unfortunately that wouldn't be the case.

"You ran back to the gala? Well then why didn't you just ask to walk back. And why did you tear my jumper ? This isn't adding up (Y/N)" he replied. Normans eyes flickered to her hands, she drew them away out of sight. She could sense he was growing impatient.

"Look Pete I've had a long day. Can we pick this up again tomorrow?" (Y/N) pleaded.

"No I wanna know what's going on. You can't just run off after tearing my jumper and appear with Mr Osborn what's going on ?" Peter replied.

Now she was getting impatient, the thought of knocking him out to shut him up did cross her mind but, as it wasn't ethical she decided against it. Before she could reply she felt Norman dart past her, walking up to the steps to her apartment. He was now stood in front of Peter, his face inches away from the young photographers.

"What's going on is that I've walked her home. Now we're trying to enter her apartment, where we shall order some food, and I'll fuck her. Then when the food arrives we shall eat it, and I'll fuck her again. And then in the morning I'll fuck her again before taking us both out for breakfast. Then I'll fuck her in the back of the car on our way back. Do you have any further questions Mr Parker, or are we free of your tiresome impersonation of a shit detective?" Norman finished his speech with annoyance plastered on his face. He then pushed past Peter to make way for (Y/N) to come and enter the door.

Peter was quite frankly, too stunned to speak. His mouth opened and closed a number of times, reducing him to nothing more than a petulant goldfish. She felt quite bad for the young man, as he was only trying to look out for her. But that feeling perished as soon as she took in what Norman had just said. Anger had replaced any emotion she had previously been feeling, and if his words hadn't have worked in Peter leaving then she would have argued back. How dare he say those things. Never mind the fact he had just spoken of their relationship in front of one of her best friends. Furious wasn't the word.

Peter said nothing, he just slung his bag over his shoulder and turned past Norman to walk down the steps. He didn't even glance at her as he walked past her, walking down the street towards his apartment.If she wasn't blinded by rage she would have felt a twinge of guilt tugging at her heart strings as Peter sulked off into the distance.

Now she had to deal with Norman. Too angry to articulate a proper sentence she opted not to talk to the man. She rummaged through her clutch to get out her keys and open her door, Norman followed her walking up the stairs and into the apartment. Immediately she went to the freezer to get some ice for her hands. Only she didn't have any so resorted to frozen peas. Her apartment wasn't big or fancy, it was a small one bed flat with the basic necessities. She used to be embarrassed having Norman over due to his luxurious life style. But by now she had become more comfortable in herself and felt no shame.

Norman took a seat at the kitchen bar, clasping his hands together waiting for (Y/N) to speak.She however didn't speak, opting to pour herself a glass of wine instead. She neglected to pour one for Norman, hoping he would catch on and leave.

"Are you not pouring one for me?" He drawled, to which she ignored and downed the small glass she previously prepared. She then refilled the glass. She let the alcohol slide down her throat, hoping it would settle her emotions. A poor placebo effect she was sure, but she had to do something.

"I'll pour myself one then." He said, standing up next to her and reaching for a wine glass. His shoulders brushed passed hers, to which she was sure was a deliberate attempt on his behalf, to remind her of his presence. After pouring himself a glass he sat back down. She however remained on the other side of the bar standing.

"So you lied to me and you lied to Peter. Anything else you wish to tell me?" He said.

"No." She replied sternly taking another gulp of wine.

"You've got cuts all over your hands. Are you going to tell me how that happened ?"

"Oh, so are you playing the shit detective now ?" She snapped.

Norman bit his tongue, refraining from making a smart arse comment as he sensed her anger. "Just tell me why your hands have cuts all over them?"

Sighing she said "walking back with Peter we heard some screaming, there was a bit of an incident, someone had fallen on the floor. I used his jumper to soften some blows on an emergency defibrillator panel. Only it didn't work and my hands got busted up." She knew it was a straight up lie, he probably wouldn't believe it but she wasn't going to tell him the truth.

"If you where both there then why did Peter ask why you ran off with his jumper ?" His eyes narrowed.

"I don't know, it all happened so fast."

"Why did you have to tear the jumper up?"

Shit he had her on this one.

"I don't know ? Why do you keep asking me questions. It's none of your business anyway!" Give her a lighter and some gas because she was on a gaslighting streak this evening.

"I'll get to the bottom of this." He stated.

"There's nothing to get to the bottom of."

"Like hell there is. You come rushing back to the gala with bloody knuckles and-"

"How dare you question and get upset with me. You have no right ! After that stunt you just pulled outside you're lucky I let you inside."

"Would you have preferred him to keep pestering you?" he said, his voice raising.

"I think it was you who wanted him gone, I could smell your pathetic jealousy." She snapped.

"I'd be flattered if I was you." Norman snarled.

"Flattered? Why on earth would I find your behaviour flattering? You humiliated me!"

"Because I don't see any other men with more than two brain cells and a reasonable wage in their bank accounts wanting to be with you!I could have any woman I please. From models with better looks, to lawyers with more intelligence than you. I picked you out of a sea of angels and this is how you act! You prance around with all the confidence in the world not realise what a fool you make of yourself. You can wear all the classy dresses you wish, but you'll never be anything more than a tart, desperately flirting with any man you lay eyes upon. You're lucky all i've done is humiliate you, you ungrateful bitch."

She didn't even stop to think before words just poured out of her mouth.

"And you're unhinged! Why would I want to be with someone who resorts to malice in an argument. You're malicious, you know nothing but cruelty. Your personality revolves around hurting people and demeaning them! Harry fucking hates you. You're only son, you're only family, who's supposed to love and adore you unconditionally fucking despises you! Just like i despise you. Just like your-" she stopped herself before she went too far.

"Just like my what." He barked.

"Nothing."

"Finish your fucking sentence." Norman jumped up from the counter, slamming his wine glass on the table so hard it shattered underneath his finger tips. Glass had splintered off into a million pieces across her kitchen bar.

She didn't retaliate at all, not even a flinch. She felt the fury brew within her, eyes sharpening on the enraged man before her. She held her own against him, bracing in defence. The tension was undeniably thick, both felt their hearts racing. Every nerve, every cell in their bodies electrified with animosity. His jaw clenched, the muscles flexing so violently veins could be seen from underneath his skin.

"I said finish your fucking sentence." He hissed.

Norman prowled towards her. The rush of adrenaline she was experiencing made it hard to think, too hard to work things out logically inside her head. He stood towering over her, taking her by the neck and throwing her against the kitchen countertops. His face was flushing with rage, his teeth gritted and eyes dripping with spite. The back of her legs hit the edge of the low counter tops, her dress had ridden up ever so slightly exposing some skin. Normans eyes flickered to her thighs ever so quickly, if she hadn't had been staring at his eyes she wouldn't have caught him.

"Finish the fucking sentence or I'll make you." His grip tightened around her throat. His other hand gripping the edge of the counter. She shifted her gaze to his other hand and saw his knuckles white, and dents appearing in the wood. Her mouth tightened in suppressed fury. She felt her muscles stiffening, she then turned her head to meet his eyes with a cold and venomous glare.

"Just like your wife despised you." She spat, giving in to his relentless dictations.

She felt the fingers gripping on her throat loosen. His hand slowly pulled away and instead he used it to rub his eyes aggressively like he was trying to erasing his thoughts. Norman took a few steps back from her. When he looked back up at her his eyes were half closed and blood shot from exhaustion. (Y/N) remained leaning against the counter, her heart that was once racing had began to slow down. After what felt like a month, Norman approached her again.

"You have no right." He said in a low voice with traces of anger, his forefinger shakingly pointing at her.

"You asked me to finish the sentence."

"You still have no right."

"And you have a right to insult me? To berate me? To embarrass me infront of one of my best friends? I'm fucking sick of your double standards!" She cried out becoming irritated once again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before bringing his hands up to his hair and shouting "Fuck sake!"

This made her jump and cower further into the kitchen counter.

"You're infuriating! Fucking infuriating !" Norman exclaimed.

"I'm infuriating ?What's your fucking problem Norman? I've done nothing but try and support you and you've treated me like absolute shit these last few weeks!"

Normans face twisted into an expression mixed between anger and exhaustion. "Will you just shut the fuck up!"

"You're the one who started it! you can never just leave things alone!" She yelled.

In a swift motion he'd pounced on her once again, pinning her hands to the counter. His body pressed against her, her back digging into the counter, she could feel the red marks forming already.

"shut your mouth." He warned her.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do." She spat.

Without warning his hand flew to the back of her head, gripping her hair and pulling her lips against hers. He kissed in a furious rage biting her bottom lip with enough force to have drawn blood. She pushed him off her in complete shock and slapped his cheek. His hand left her hair and reached to touch his own face. She was sure her slap would leave a mark, redness already forming on his skin. They stood in silence for a second, examining each other. Before she could think logically or debate this in her internal monologue she grabbed his face and engulfed him in another kiss.

Norman stood in shock, not responding for a fraction of a second before accepting her advance. The kiss was fiery and explosive, full of emotion that had been piling up, needing to be released. Normans hand grabbed her hair once again, causing teeth to collide as he pulled them closer. His other hand went to grip her waist harshly. She moaned in response. Her hands went to his blazer pushing it off his shoulders. He helped in shoving it off, momentarily removing his hands from her body before grabbing her flesh once again. Her hands then went to tear off his shirt. She didn't bother to undo the buttons, she just tore it off, buttons dropped to the floor. Her fingernails dug into his chest, leaving red marks and ripped skin.

He wasted no time in lifting her up and then throwing her onto the kitchen counter. His fingers slid underneath her dress, bringing the garment up above her waist, leaving her knickers exposed. She found his belt and undid it, before unzipping his trousers and finding an outline of a hardened member fully formed underneath his boxers. Her hand instinctively reached for it, tugging it out of his boxers and yanking it along with him towards her. He hissed in response.

Normans mouth was on her neck hot and heavy, his teeth digging into her neck, scraping along the surface of her skin, prompting a moan from her. The man before her dragged down her knickers. No foreplay was needed, they were both fully ready, her soaking between her legs and him with an aching hard on. He didn't even look at her, nor less check to see if she was ready before he took his member and thrusted it into her. Groaning he slightly adjusted his position so his hands where grabbing the curvature of her arse, slightly raising her above the counter.

The thrusts where hard and quick, no definitive rhythm to them. He was fueled by rage and desperation. She cried out with pleasure as he hit her G spot, her hands grabbing his bare back. As he pounded into her, she clawed into his skin. With each thrust he made she had left a trail of a scratch mark, he hissed in response as she moaned.

The pace was quickening, becoming more sporadic as he was reaching his climax. Norman brought his face to hers again, removing a hand from underneath her to grab her chin and force a kiss between them. She was nearing her climax as well. Her vision becoming slightly unfocused as he continued to pound into her. His hand returned to grab her arse, as he did this he pulled her closer towards him, to fill her as deep as he could. The slight change in position caused her to whimper with pleasure. With a final few thrusts he emptied himself in her, groaning as he did so. Her orgasm followed shortly after, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins that only moments ago were filled with rage.

They stayed in that position for a short while trying to regulate their breathing. They didn't look at each other for the duration of this. Eventually he removed himself from her, his cock sliding out of her. He pulled up his trousers and tucked himself away. She hopped down from the counter praying her legs that where currently shaking with the aftermath of an orgasm, would hold her steady.

Norman got dressed as best he could now he had a broken shirt. As he bent down to pick up his shirt she saw his back covered in scratches and broken skin, blood was seeping out. If he was bothered or in pain she wouldn't have been able to tell. He didn't look at her as he picked up his coat that she had thrown on the kitchen counter when they walked into the apartment. He then turned to walk out the door without saying a word.

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