This is my rpf norman request.
This would take place before TWD, back when our man was making B-movies of questionable quality. Reader (plus size please? 🙏) plays his bff in the movie. Norman's character has a love interest played by a typical bombshell actress. However, when the director notices that Reader and Norman have earth-shattering chemistry, the director decides to rewrite the script. Instead of the bombshell actress the hired for the role, Reader will be Norman's love interest. This saves the production money since they can fire that actress (poor thing).
Some possible plot points (optional)
both the reader and norman are struggling actors (this way norman doesn't have any "star power" over the production, nor any power over the reader)
movie involves reader's first sex scene, so she needs practice. norman is happy to oblige--he's had a lot of experience with his modeling, after all
or maybe he wants to practice (just to spend more time with her)
either way, norman is instantly ENAMORED with her.
maybe some marketing exec comes to set and complains about reader not being thin? but then the director says 'just look at them together' and reader and norman are taking a break in a corner staring at each other and/or flirting or smth? and it is just captivating to watch them connect.
love confessions, please?
smut is encouraged, but entirely optional
okay i have other more plotty ideas that i will keep to myself (unless you force them out of me) i cannot find the bravery in my heart to write rpf, so I come to you, a hero among us.
(feel free to turn this into a fic exchange, and I'll write Daryl/JohnRollins/Murphy fic for you)
Hi honey!!
Well well thanks for you request! I really loved to write it and all the details you gave me helped me so much. If you some day find the courage to write about Norman I will love to read it!
I hope you'll like it!!
Everybody enjoy!!
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My big girl.
Young Norman Reedus(34) x Plus Size!Reader(29).
Requested by: @minervadashwood
Warnings: Fluff. Confessions. Smut (sorry you know i like to write it🤣). Blonde Norman. Not Canon of Norman's films.
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You're so excited. Your smile doesn't fade as you walk briskly through the city streets. It's been about a month since you auditioned for a movie. You have always loved acting, since you were a child it has helped you stay away from the abuse of the world. You have always been a girl with a difficult body, too far away from the canons that society thought were the right ones, too much flesh on your arms, a rounded belly, strong and full legs, but on stage, you could be whoever you wanted, the world disappeared for you.
Of course as time went by you started to ignore all the comments around you, that's who you were, whether people liked it or not.
That was you.
You acted in several plays around town, small roles, perhaps always too far from the spotlight, but each new role swelled your confidence until you dared to audition for a real movie. The refusals were not long in coming 'we're looking for something else' 'you're not exactly what we need' 'you act well, but...' there was always a but in their excuses, which made you smile in a forced way and with a 'thank you' you turned around and left the room without making much noise.
But this time it was different, although they didn't seem convinced, no one used your body as an excuse, they simply told you they would call you and you waited. And there's the result. You would not be the protagonist of the story, they had already chosen an actress for that, but they had liked your performance and wanted you to have the role of the protagonist boy's friend. You had different scenes with him, from what you read in the script when they sent it to you, you had good chemistry, friends for many years, you were his confidant, his support, you were the Stiles of his Scott. You were excited about the idea, because even though you weren't the main character, you wouldn't be in the background without saying anything.
You arrive on set clutching the script in your hands, you're so nervous you feel your heart in your mouth, you've spent all this time learning your lines, you almost know them by heart, you can't wait to get to work. You jump inside your skin when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you discover a boy almost your own age smiling nervously at you.
"Hi, I'm Norman Reedus." He introduces himself by holding out his hand to you. "I play the role of Brian." So he's the lead. He's certainly handsome, with that shot blonde hair, intense blue eyes, a pretty, shy smile, stubble on his goatee and a cute mole over his lip. They've chosen well.
"Hi, nice to meet you, Norman." You shake your hand and introduce yourself. "I'll be playing the role of Mandy."
"Great, I hope I don't screw up, I'm practically new at this..." He apologizes and you laugh shaking your head.
"Don't worry, I've only ever acted in theater, so this is new to me too."
"Really? God, great." He laughs and then shakes his head, waving his hands nervously. "No, I'm not saying it's great that it's your first movie, which it is, but it's just..."
"If we both screw up, it's less humiliating." You joke and he laughs nodding his head.
"Yeah, exactly. I'm selfish, sorry."
"It's okay." You play it down and squeeze your script again between your hands. "I-if you want we can practice the dialogue when we're not recording." You offer seeing him opening his eyes wide.
"You don't mind? I don't want to take you out of your method of concentration or whatever."
"Not at all, it might be fun, so it won't be so weird doing it in front of the cameras."
Norman nods looking at you gratefully. He's clearly feeling a little lost, but you're the same way even though you're trying to hide it.
Shortly after the rest of the cast arrives between the directors, production crew, and all that, the place is filled with people, cables, cameras, it's a bit overwhelming even, but that doesn't take away your illusion. Being the first day you are all updated with everything that involves the recording, schedules that you will follow, the order to record the scenes, they give you keys and directions to a hotel that is not far from there and where you will spend the nights until they finish recording the film.
You rehearse some dialogues, prepare some scenes, but for the moment it's just to get yourselves ready. Your eyes unconsciously search for Norman who is talking to the leading actress, the two seem to get along well, she smiles broadly and Norman moves nervously around her, but he seems flirtatious, you wouldn't really know, you don't have much experience with it. You refocus on your dialogue by repeating the phrases you already know, now that you know what a partner is going to be like, new ideas of how to direct your character pop into your mind.
"Hey, wait." You hear behind your back as you start to gather your things. It's late and tomorrow you start filming in earnest, you turn around to find Norman looking at you. "Are we still on for practicing dialogue together?"
"Sure!" You're surprised by his invitation, but you can't help but smile.
"Perfect, do you want to grab a bite to eat before we head back to the hotel? My treat." He offers you and your smile grows wider.
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To be honest, Norman is quite easy to work with, he's a natural, all that nervousness, that stammering makes him the perfect 'weirdo guy with a lot of problems', like the main character in the movie, so adapting your performance to his is easier than you'd expect. You're not always together, but many nights are spent staying up in your hotel room preparing the upcoming scenes, eating Chinese food, sometimes just relaxing from work and watching a movie until you fall asleep.
"Have you always wanted to be an actress?" He asks you one night when you finish dinner.
"I've always loved acting." You punctuate. "It's special to me, it helps me clear my mind to escape from the outside world..." You give him a sidelong glance and he nods letting you continue. "I guess over time it became a passion, something fun, it's not like I went to acting classes or anything..." You admit blushing and Norman laughs.
"Me neither, we don't do so bad either." He jokes and you let out a chuckle.
"Actually this is the first movie I've been in, I've always been given some excuse about, well... they didn't say it outright, but I was the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, look at me..." You say with a sad smile. "I'm not exactly the prototypical girl you see in the movies."
"What a stupid thing to say." He says sincerely and surprises you. "They missed the opportunity; it's fascinating to watch you act, you love it and it shows... I really like working with you."
You open your eyes wide, but then smile sheepishly nodding your head.
"Thank you..." You whisper feeling your cheeks red, but you're not the only one, Norman is also red as a tomato.
You become friends and the rest of the production is aware of it.
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That morning you arrive late on set. You've spent all night preparing a scene that your character does alone, a little monologue before the end of the movie, nothing transcendental, but you can't give it the focus it deserves and that frustrates you.
When you get to the set all eyes fall on you. You freeze, feeling your cheeks redden, you know you're late, but you didn't expect everyone to be waiting for you. There are looks of surprise and others of disbelief, you frown because you don't know what's going on.
"Did they really fire her for her?" you hear a whisper and your brow furrows even more.
"It sounds like it, maybe they should have fired her, no one wants to see a fat girl on screen." Another whisper and your eyes fill with tears. You want to scream out what's going on, but your voice gets stuck in your throat.
"Hey, you're here." Norman appears in your field of vision, there's a huge smile on his mouth and his eyes sparkle. "Did you fall asleep, sleeping beauty?" He jokes and you feel your cheeks redden violently. A tear escapes your eyes and his smile falters. "Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm sorry... Did something happen?"
"Well, it's crazy, but the producers fired Amy."
"The lead actress? W-why?"
"They said they've rewritten the script, that they have another vision for the movie and they didn't need her." He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck. "You're going to be the lead now." He says excitedly and you're still in shock. "Congratulations, gorgeous." He jokes but you don't even get to laugh. But you do feel your heart pounding when Norman hugs you.
At first you think it was a lie or a very well crafted joke, but no, the producers confirm what Norman has told you, they have changed the script so he can make sense of the movie. You are nervous, you don't want to have that role if Amy has been fired, it doesn't seem fair to you.
"It doesn't seem right to me... Amy was playing a really good part." You talk to Norman reviewing the new script.
"The producers have decided, it's not your fault." He encourages you.
"I know, but still, they could have kept her in the story, I don't know."
"I heard they shot a few scenes with her to make it all make sense." He shrugs.
"Still, I like having this role, but not crushing on a partner..." You whisper.
"Yeah, you could certainly do that." You hear a chuckle behind you. You freeze and Norman frowns.
"What did you say?" he growls menacingly.
"Which is true, who's going to want to see the movie with her as the lead?" Another partner spits again and you feel tears welling up in your eyes with rage.
"Say that again if you have the balls..." He walks towards him tensing his jaw.
"Norman, let it go..."
"No, he's going to apologize..."
"I'm not going to apologize for something we all think." He faces Norman, staring the two men down. "And if you're not careful, she'll eat you too."
That's enough, no one sees it coming, Norman's fist shoots out against your partner's jaw. Norman is not a very strong man, broad-shouldered, but his arms are not exceptionally worked, but it is clear that what he lacks in muscle, he has in nerve and the impact is so violent that the other co worker swings and falls to the ground on his ass.
"Norman!" you shout between frightened and nervous.
"Apologize to her!" He grabs him by the collar of his shirt still with his fist raised. "Come on!"
"Norman, stop it!" you yell again grabbing his arm, pulling him back. "Please!"
Norman stands up letting go of his again, his knuckles hurt, but that's the least of it, he turns to look at you and his brow furrows much more as he sees the tears running down your cheeks.
"He has no right to insult you!"
"I'm fine, Norman." You insist.
"And that's why you're crying!?"
"It's not the first time!" you take a deep breath and wipe away your tears. "Let's go, please." You insist.
Norman hesitates for a moment, turns to the extras who have moved a little away from you and turns to you again, holds your hand and the two of you walk off the set to head back towards the hotel.
"Why do you let them insult you?" he asks you when you're alone.
"It's not the first, and it won't be the last, Norman...I've been hearing those comments my whole life."
"And that's why it's okay?"
"I didn't say it's okay, but..." You sigh. "It hurt as a kid, but now I've learned to ignore them, I like myself, so I don't care what they think."
"If you didn't care you wouldn't be crying..." He mumbles clenching his fists.
"Well sometimes I can't help it if it gets to me..." You shrug. Norman stops and hugs you. Your heart is pounding not knowing what that's all about.
"If they ever say anything like that to you again, let me know, I'll be happy to kick them in the balls." He tells you and you can't help but laugh.
That's when you realize that your feelings for Norman are stronger than you thought. You like him. Not only is he a good friend, who you've instantly connected with, but he's also a good man, who cares about people and is kind and caring. He's certainly figured out how to earn a place in your heart.
And that scares you.
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You have spent many days and nights working on the new script. You've been shooting non-stop for two months, and exhausting, but it's worth it. You're thrilled with your new plot.
Apparently they've taken the twist where Brian, Norman's character, realizes that his feelings for his best friend aren't just friendship. There are confessions and very tender moments between the two of you. However in between drama and angst, there are also moments of love and passion and like a good movie there is a sex scene involved that you don't quite feel comfortable with.
"Can't we just leave it at some kissing and fondling?" you insist, sitting next to Norman on the couch about to start the action before taking it to bed.
"People like these moments, plus it's important, it shows the love and passion between your characters." Explains the director.
"It's okay." Try to calm down Norman. "We're not going to get really naked, besides you can cover yourself with my body." He offers you with a warm smile, you are about to tell him that you doubt you can hide behind his body, but you prefer to keep quiet.
"No... I don't feel comfortable with this... I'm sorry." You lower your gaze and hear the team sigh.
"Well, we'd better call it a day. We've been stuck in here for many hours and we're all tired. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
You get up from the couch quickly, Norman tries to stop you, but you dodge his hand quickly leaving the set.
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You get out of the shower with a long sigh, you may have rushed out a bit, but the situation was starting to get uncomfortable and you needed to get out of there, tomorrow you would apologize to them. You put on your old sleep shirt, you don't sleep in your pajamas, t-shirts always get tangled and your pants always ride up, it's uncomfortable and you get overwhelmed, so you always buy some t-shirts bigger than your usual size and you sleep much better that way.
You hear knocking at the door and turn around confused, you haven't ordered anything for dinner and you haven't agreed with Norman to see him that night either. Nervously you move around looking for some more clothes, but you stop. You're in your room, why do you have to change clothes? You snort, pulling your T-shirt to fit over your body, but first you put on a bra, it's nice to have your thighs showing, but nothing else is necessary. You hear knocking at the door again, but now it sounds more urgent.
"I'm coming!" you assure running to the door and open it. "Norman?" Maybe now you would have preferred to put on some pants.
"Hi, were you in bed already?" he gives you a regretful look, but you deny.
"No, not yet, is something wrong?" you try to hide your nakedness behind the door and he watches your movements, biting his lip.
"May I come in?"
"Y-yes, sure, come in." You open the door wider letting your partner into the room. "I'm going to change, give me a moment." You excuse yourself, but Norman holds your hand.
"No, no need, it doesn't bother me... Do you feel uncomfortable if I see you like this?"
"It's not..." You press your lips together, you're not comfortable, but it's not just because Norman sees you, suddenly all your fears that you thought were conquered are piling up in your head and you need to take a deep breath. "Never mind, what's wrong?" You decide to change the subject, you point him to the couch and the two of you sit down, squeeze your legs together and position your shirt as best you can.
"I wanted us to talk about the movie scene..."
You tense slightly averting your gaze away as you swallow hard. Norman studies your movements and places a hand on your knee. You feel your body tremble and you look back up at him.
"Hey it's me..." He tries to make you understand. "I'm not going to make fun of you..."
"I know, Norman, you're not the problem." Maybe a little bit is, maybe you don't want him to really see you and your friendship to disappear.
"So, you're worried that the movie won't be a success? No offense but with the plot it's just another one of the bunch, if we can get TV to avoid it for Saturdays at nap time it'll be a miracle." He jokes but manages to make you laugh and you shake your head.
"I liked everything except this part, I hadn't even finished reading the script...how silly." You whisper lowering your head.
"Stop it, come on." He grabs your chin and you realize you're standing very close to each other. "Where's that girl who enjoyed acting? Where's that girl who was passionate about acting? Where's my brave girl?" he encourages you, you feel his thumb caress your cheek, you want to look away again, but Norman stops you. "It's just skin and flesh, there's nothing else."
"Easy for you to say..."
"Of course it is, and for you too, isn't it? You said it didn't bother you anymore."
"Yes, but..."
"I like this." His hands rest on your semi-naked thighs and your breath hitches. "And this." He slides his hands down your skin until they rest on your wide hips. "And I swear you don't know how hard it's for me not to stare at your gorgeous tits while we perform." He confesses and far from annoying you, you laugh.
"You're an idiot..."
"Yes, that's possible, but I'm serious. There is nothing, nothing, wrong with you, nothing to be ashamed of."
"I know that..."
"Then what's wrong with that scene?" He looks at you and then clutches his shirt pulling it over his head. You open your eyes wide at the sight of his nakedness. "See? It's just skin."
It's just skin, but it's different, you can see his muscles tighten, his belly crinkles in a funny way as he sits on the couch, he wears his body marked with several tattoos, a fine thread of blond hair runs down from his belly button to get lost inside his pants. You take a deep breath in feeling your underwear dampen and squeeze your legs together, when your gazes meet, the blue of her eyes shines brightly.
"I'm not the typical actor either, do you really think I'll ever get called to do a major movie or TV show?" he shrugs. "Look at me, tattoos, I drink, I smoke, I forget my lines. I'm a dork." He bites his lip and again places his hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. "We all have our burdens, but I admire you and like the way you are." He looks at you with intensity again and you feel him move a little closer. "It's just a scene." He repeats and you feel his fingers dig under your shirt. "You don't know how much I wish I could see you..." He whispers and you jump in place as his hand slips between your thighs.
"Norman..."
His mouth catches yours, a soft, tender kiss on your lips, he doesn't want to force the situation, but at the same time he expresses perfectly what he wants. You kiss him also resting your hands on his shoulders, feeling your heart racing, he spreads your legs and stands in the middle to get closer to you, his hand rests on your neck and the kiss becomes more intense.
You feel that smoky taste when his tongue goes in your mouth and you get goose bumps. Norman may not be the prototypical Hollywood actor but he's different, mysterious, that's what gets people's attention. You sigh and a giggle escapes you as his mouth runs down your neck.
"What?" he looks up at you smiling.
"Nothing, it's just that you tickle me." You laugh reddening and he laughs with you nibbling on your neck quickly increasing the sensation making you let out a little yelp. "Norman!" you yell wanting to stop him, but when he looks at you you realize there is a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You follow his gaze discovering that his hands have inadvertently lifted your shirt up to the level of your chest, exposing before his eyes your maroon lacy panties and your round fluffy stomach that is now rising and falling with speed at the lack of air from the tickling and nervousness that is taking over you. You reflexively try to cover yourself again, but Norman stops you, holding your wrists with one hand. He says he doesn't have much muscle, but you're impressed by the strength those huge hands have.
"You're beautiful..." He says again and you feel your eyes fill with tears. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I don't intend to humiliate you, not to make you feel bad, if you want me to leave, I will, but if you don't stop me I'm going to take off your clothes, one by one, until I leave you naked in front of me and I'm going to engrave your body in my mind..." He confesses to you and your whole body shakes, you feel his words take effect and you stop struggling with him. "We're not kids anymore, girl." He whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek. He releases your wrists, but first he stretches your arms above your head and stares at you giving you a mute command.
Your shirt falls to the floor with a dull thud, your eyes shift nervously, looking at him, then searching for something in the room that doesn't exist, trying to keep your mind distracted with something, but then you hear him take a deep breath and you look back up at him. His pupils are completely dilated, the blue color of his irises is now dark and dangerous, that shy and playful smile, has turned into a dirty grimace and that does not promise anything good. Norman clasps one of your hands and brings it to his crotch, your fingers twitch for a second as you feel the hard bulge under his pants.
"And if you could hear what I'm thinking right now, you'd run away." He assures you and you cover your face with your hands due to embarrassment. "I want us to go to your bed, I want you to be comfortable for everything I want to do to you." Your skin crawls with goose bumps as you hear him. "Do you want to go through with this? Because once I have you to myself, I'm not going to stop." He warns you, but he's managed to disarm you a long time ago now, you shake your head and he smiles.
He gets up from the couch taking your hand and you guide him to the huge bed in the room. Norman stops you when he sees you're about to take off your bra and turns you to face him.
"I'll do it."
You nod as he wraps his hands around your body, without taking his eyes off you he unclasps your bra, his fingers slowly pull down the straps and tosses the garment to the floor. Again you want to cover up, but you have to admit that you have always been proud of your breasts, so you let Norman admire you without saying anything. Your bodies are close again, his mouth runs down your neck to your collarbone and back up to his mouth as his hands caress your hips and down to your ass, which he grasps and massages between his fingers. You gasp at the sensation and Norman pulls away from your mouth.
"You don't know how much I've been waiting for this." He tells you, giving you a little spank.
You jump, but not at all displeased, Norman kisses you again before gesturing to your bed. Slowly you lie down on the mattress, Norman follows your movements as he removes his slippers and pants, his boxers reveal how aroused his put on already and you bite your lip at the sight of him. He crawls over your body and you share another kiss, each time your mouths meet they do so with greater intensity, need, your tongues tangle in a struggle to dominate the other, you bite his lip and he growls low enjoying the sensation, your fingers run down the back of his neck, ruffling his short blond locks, but you love the feel of this one between your hands. You close your eyes as you break the kiss and Norman starts to move down your body, his mouth stops at your chest, he licks, sucks and plays with your skin and nipples, enjoying them until he gets you to arch your back and let out a small moan. Smiling against your skin moving even lower, his teeth close over your soft tummy again, tugging lightly on your skin. He looks up to see what you're still doing with your eyes closed, but you bite your lip waiting for whatever it is he has planned. He smiles once more and his fingers grasp the edges of your panties and slowly slides them down your legs, which you spread a little to help him, lift them up and when the garment slides down your ankles and they fall to the floor, Norman bites you making you moan again not expecting it.
"Spread your legs for me honey, let me see you." He asks you with his voice hoarse from excitement.
Shamefully you obey by spreading your legs a little, but he holds your knees, opening them completely, seeing you completely exposed before him, your neck, your breasts, all your skin is marked with his teeth, with little threads of saliva from his kisses, hickeys that each time take a redder and redder color. He smiles satisfied with his work.
But he's not finished.
"Look at that plump, juicy little pussy of yours..." He whispers leaning over your body, his mouth caressing your lower belly, your bald mons completely exposing your entire core and he can't wait to lose himself inside.
He settles between your legs, laying back on the mattress, feeling his cock protest at being crushed, but there will be time for that, still with your legs apart, his hands rest on your groin and his thumbs part your labia. The wet sound elicits a naughty smile from him, your skin shiny, wet, your hole pressed against nothing and Norman scratches the tip of his tongue with his teeth, feeling it eager to sneak into your tight entrance and savor your taste. He grunts like an animal and his hips rub against the sheets seeking some relief.
He swallows looking at you, seeing that you're waiting for something, you don't quite know what, but you're clutching the sheets tightly and your eyes are closed. He smiles leaning over you and licks your slit, his tongue squeezes your clit, he slides it back down, slipping the tip through your tight hole. You moan at the sensation and Norman purrs at the taste of you on his tongue.
"Fuck, you taste so good." He growls and his mouth opens wide devouring you.
You moan loudly, your back arches and you spread your legs wider feeling his tongue bury itself much deeper, eagerly sucking on your clit, your legs tremble each time his mouth fucks you, you feel his hands roam over you until he grips your tits and squeezes your nipples increasing your pleasure.
"No...Norman!" you moan tangling your fingers in his hair pulling on it.
His tongue catches all your taste as you cum in his mouth, his fingers squeeze a little harder on your nipples, his tongue fucks you again before parting kissing your thighs, your lower belly, he cradles your breasts between his hands, enjoying your whole body until your lips meet and he lays his body on top of yours.
"Are you okay?" he whispers looking down at you, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.
"Y-yeah, it's just... I never..." You stammer feeling yourself turn red and he smiles.
"I'm glad I was your first time." He teases and moves his hips against you, rubbing against your thigh. "Do you want us to continue...?"
"Please." You nod your head. "I don't want you to stop now."
"Okay, sweetheart." He kisses you and pulls away for a moment reaching into his pants for a condom.
"Did you come prepared?" You say surprised and he looks at you with apology in his eyes.
"Actually I've been coming prepared for almost a month." A chuckle escapes him. "But I never dared...I never really thought that you...well you know."
"I what?" you look at him dubiously.
"That you'd be interested in me."
"You're kidding..." You look at him incredulously and he shakes his head.
He removes his boxers and slides the condom over his throbbing erection, your eyes roam over it, he is well endowed. He crawls back over your body and kisses you again. You wrap your legs around his waist, Norman lines up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside you. You gasp and press yourself against his cock as he pushes his way fully inside and stands there still. You stare at each other and he begins to move, picking up a faster and faster rhythm, fucking you hard, deep. You moan every time he thrusts and squeezes your g-spot making the pleasure increase, you move in turn, feeling him deeper, your nails dig into his back and he keeps thrusting hard.
"Fuck, this pussy is going to kill me." He snorts in your ear.
"Norman, I'm close..." You hug yourself tighter to his body, your pussy clenching around his cock.
"Fuck, me too."
You can't hold on any longer and let your second orgasm hit you, Norman moves faster until he finally cums too, filling the condom, he gasps and grunts, resting his forehead against your shoulder as his hips go slower and slower until he stops lying on top of you.
You embrace his body caressing his back, kissing his neck and shoulder listening to him purr. He carefully rolls off of you and throws the condom in the wastebasket before coming back to you and cuddling you. He snuggles you against his body and his hands cradle your breasts again.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help it." He says and then hides his face between them making you laugh.
"What are you doing?" you laugh as he slides down and rests his head on your belly.
"I enjoy having you." He says simply and it gives you goosebumps.
"Of having me?"
"Yes..." He leans back on his elbows staring at you. "We're friends, co-workers, but I'd like us to... I'd like us to have a relationship." He confesses to you and you look at him with surprise.
"Dating?"
"Yes, it's just that I read wrong..." He starts to speak, but you shake your head.
"No, it's not that, it's just... I'm the one who thought you'd never be interested in me like that."
"I'm sorry, but it's going to be impossible for you to keep my hands off all of this." He says hugging and kissing you. "I like you and if you're not comfortable with the scene we'll talk to the producers, if we both refuse they'll have to change it."
"No, you're right, I'm proud of who I am, I'm not going to hide." You smile and he smiles with you, kissing you.
"This is my big brave girl." He whispers against your mouth and his arms hug you tighter snuggling you against his chest.
*****
The End.
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In the end, guided by your ideas and a little bit by mine, this is what came out, I hope you like it, that it is at least a little bit similar to what you had in your mind.
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you very much for your request, sweetie, I had a lot of fun writing it.
See you all in the next stories!!
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