Norman Bates x fem reader - smut
a/n: this is old, I was (a few months ago) absolutely obsessed with Norman and the idea of cock warming. this is, needless to say, my first attempt at writing smut, so it's probably God awful. I hope you enjoy, none the less.
Your gaze fixes on the body ahead of you. Norman goes back and forth between the sweet treats plated on the table, the sight warming your heart by how wholesome he is. He finally settles on something pink when his eyes snap up to meet yours, a glint of curiosity shining through his gaze.
He smiles before he begins, "You've been staring at me for the last half hour, Y/N, is there something the matter?" You turn your head to the side while taking you lip between your teeth as a smirk tugs at your mouth. "No. It's nothing, really." You shrug.
He's not convinced and with an out stretched leg, he reaches across from under the table and gently taps his covered foot against your bare one. "Penny for your thoughts?" He tries, taking a nibble at his sweet, still tapping at your foot. "I don't know." You drawl with a burning blush creeping on your cheeks. "It's kind of embarrassing." You admit, suddenly becoming incredibly self conscious, with your hands coming up to shield your face. The tapping ceases and Norman let's out an amused scoff, placing his sweet treat down.
"I'm sure whatever it is you can tell me." There's a hint of worry in his voice, but your current state suggests something more wholesome...
"I want to try cock warming." You blurt.
Or perhaps not.
Suddenly thankful he hadn't the sweet in hand, Norman insists on an explanation. "I'm sorry, dear umm... what did you say?" He stutters with his own burning blush creeping upon his cheeks. "I want to try cock warming." You start slowly, a hand peeling away from your face and onto the table. "In the bedroom, of course." Your hand reaches over to his. "With you."
Still wide eyed, he cleans the last few crumbs off his sweater. "Ahem, that's what I thought you said." He says quietly under his breath. Norman's head is buzzing with the sudden change of topic, especially in the dining room. He's internally battling with lewd thoughts that conflict his current setting. Subjects like this should be discussed in the bedroom, he thought.
"I only want to try it, please." You plead before he can completely dismiss the idea. "Just a one time, please." You beg. Norman's lips pull together in uncertainty. "I don't know." He begins but you interrupt. "Just once, Norman, please. And if it doesn't work for either of us, then we don't have to do it again."
Your pouty lips and glossy eyes bore at his being. He takes your hand on the table in his, releasing a shaky sigh he didn't known he was holding. Norman looks at you with a small smile growing on his lips. "Okay, we can try it." Before he can even finish, your lips are on his the instant you have your answer.
Many sensual kisses had passed between you and Norman that led to him buried between your legs. The first few minuets saw short, uneven breaths and sighs between you. Norman had taken a while to settle down, panting desperately in your ear with the occasional whine of pleasure.
Barely settled yourself, but far more controlled, you kiss the sides of his temple while running your fingers through his soft locks, nails grazing at his scalp to calm him. You shush him gently. "You're doing great, Norman. Really, really, good." You sigh, long and breathy. There's an amused tone in your voice that only makes Norman's blush reach the very tips of his ears.
A short while passes by with Norman and yourself pressed chest to chest. You've long since distracted him with gentle, tickling kisses up his neck and along his jawline. Your foot wraps around his leg, and you trail your heel from the back of his ankle up the length of his leg. The motion causes you to spread further open with your leg now hiked to the side under the covers.
Unexpectedly, Norman feels himself slip further into you with an abrupt gasp. You moan at the movement, laughing a bit as Norman whines at your instinctual clench on his member. "Y/N, please, this is..." He moans longingly, almost throwing his head back. "This is torture(!)" He bites his lip before his forehead crashes against your shoulder and soon, his lips dance kisses across your collarbone.
You bask in the tense pressue building between you, your teasing leg settling wrapped around his hip bone. "Just a little longer, I promise." Your fingers tugging at the longer hairs on the back at the name of his neck. "Now you're just teasing." He moans, lifting his head from your shoulder, only to see you grinning from ear to ear.
Norman's brows furrow, and with all his willpower to steady himself, he dips his lead down to meet you chest. At first he trails delicate kiss across the skin, before propping himself steady with one arm, his other hands takes a gentle yet eager grasp on your breast. You gasp at the sudden sensation with his fingers rolling the bud teasingly.
"Wait, wait, that's not fair." Your head falls back as a you release a sharp gasp of ecstacy while trying to steady your hips from excessive movement, but they betray you with a sudden buck to meet Norman's hips when his mouth suddenly takes a latch on your other nipple. The warm and wet cavern of his mouth enclosing the bud securely to be tasted by his tongue.
A borderline pornographic moan erupts from your lips at the contact ending with a whine. Norman relishes in the reactions he's gained, you finally having a taste of your own medicine. His lips disconnect with a pop but his nimble fingers remain on your other bud.
Your scrap your nails down his scalp before your hands take place on either side of his face, pulling him towards you. Both of you indulging in a long-awaited passionate kiss that turns lewd when Norman unexpectedly pins you down into the bed with his hips. His length breaching a depth within you that was yet to be explored that night. Your hips betray you again and Norman moans into your mouth before pulling away, gapsing for air.
"Can we be done with this, please Y/N? I need to move." He begs, lips finding your neck once again. You moan at the contact that sends shockwaves through your tensing person, making you bite your lip. "I don't know, Norman. I'm kind of comfortable." You tease breathlessly and flustered, but Norman's kisses turn feral with a simple graze of his teeth against your skin that sends a blaze through your skin.
"Yes, dear God! Norman, you can move! Please move." You gasp.