Watched Sunlight jr and Sky. First off, didn’t know Norman was playing a ‘bad guy’(idk what else to call it). But he was hot either way. And then I did not expect sky to be so sad. SO GOOD BUT SO SAD. I LOVE DIEGO UGH AND WHEN HE SAYS “You piss me off with your little angel eyes” AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGHHHGHGGGGGHHH
Nobody writes Reedus bad boy characters like you so I have an idea for you (if you're up for it) - Justin from Sunlight Jr. His character goes to the convenience store looking for Naomi Watts's character but she has quit. Instead he finds a new cashier who's really bored working the overnight shift and looking for something (someone) to do. Barely any customers come in anyway, and the backroom is right there... 😈
Hi pretty!!
I'm here with your Justin request! It's the first time that I write about him, so be gentle with me, please.
I hope you'll like it!!
Enjoy!!
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A day on the supermarket.
Justin x Reader.
One shot. Request.
Warnings: swearing. Justin is a asshole. Smut. Rough sex. Dirty talk.
You're so bored, the night shift is the worst you can have at Sunlight Jr. It's also true that the pay is higher, but still few take it. You need to get out of that damn town as soon as possible, you need the money, so the shift is fine.
The door is then heard and you raise your head, surprised that someone is awake. To your surprise a man walks in, a little older than you, short dark blond hair, intense blue eyes, with a funny mole above his lip. He is wearing black sunglasses on his head, even though it is nighttime, a chain necklace around his neck, a black tank top and sweatpants. You watch him curiously and see him pull out his wallet.
"Pump two." He says without barely looking at you, chewing gum.
He's pumped gas, that makes sense, or so you think, he doesn't look like he's coming from work, but you're not going to judge him. You type in the amount and wait for him to give you the money. When he raises his head with the money in his hand, he frowns and stops you from taking the bills.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asks with a bark at the end of the sentence.
"And who the fuck are you?" you reply with the same tone.
"Where's Missy?" He asks again, ignoring you.
"She's not." You shrug.
"Did they change her shift?"
"No, she's gone." You don't even know if you should tell him that, but suddenly you see his gesture harden and he purses his lips into a tight line.
"She's gone? Where?"
"I don't know, are you going to pay me or not?" you growl and he seems to tense up even more.
"Tell me if she works at another shitty place like this now."
"There's no other shitty place like this, in this town, asshole and no, she's just gone." You shrug again. "Look if your girlfriend left you with hard balls it's not my problem, give me the fucking money and get the fuck out of here."
"Bitch." He growls in response throwing the money at you and storms out slamming the door.
"Asshole." You snap back taking the bills and go on with your boring shift.
**
You find out his name is Justin, your partner tells you about him, he's Melissa's ex-boyfriend, apparently it was common for Justin to show up at the Sunlight to see her, bother her or just try to win her back, which seemed pretty pathetic in your eyes. That girl deserved better than a prick like him.
"He's cute, but never trust him, he can be with you today and tomorrow with you and someone else at the same time." Your coworker comments to you, you snort in amusement.
"Like I care." You roll your eyes. "He keeps showing up on my night shift and I wanted to know if I should take the baseball bat from home." She laughs and shakes her head.
"It's okay. Good night." She waves goodbye to you and you smile.
"Good night, see you tomorrow." You say goodbye too and leave the counter to start work.
The advantage of the evening hours is that you have much more time to do tasks that in the morning, due to the high volume of people, you can't do, picking products out of place, tidying shelves, replenishing stock, cleaning bathrooms, more thoroughly, checking and updating the warehouse stock. Unfortunately it doesn't take up the whole night and you soon start to get bored again.
The door is heard then, in the time you've been working a few people have shown up to get some cigarettes, alcohol and toilet paper, even a mother looking for powdered milk for her baby, but it's been almost an hour. You sigh, leaving your notebook on the shelf in the storeroom, and go out into the store.
"Good ni..." You start to say, but fall silent when you discover who it is.
Justin is leaning against the counter, again in his tank top and fishing shorts. His eyes bore into you and you cross your arms as he fiddles with his car keys in his hand.
"What are you doing here?"
"You shouldn't leave the box alone, some thief might come and take the money." He replies cocking his head to the side.
"Is that what you intended to do? You're not very smart then." You answer him back and see him smiling half-sideways.
"You're quick..."
"Look, if you're looking for Melissa..."
"That's not why I'm here..."
"Then what do you want?" you ask again. Your shift is already boring enough to have to put up with him.
He chews his lower lip several times before walking towards you, instinctively backing away until your back hits one of the shelves. He keeps moving towards you until his chest sticks to yours. Your breathing goes a mile a minute, your hands search for something to hit him with if you feel he's going to do something stupid, you close your eyes as he leans forward and hold your breath. You hear something jiggle in your ear and you open your eyes again to find he's holding a packet of condoms in his hand.
"I have company tonight and I need backup." He says in a raspy voice and your skin crawls with goose bumps.
"Looks to me like you've got the wrong size..." You try to regain your composure, Justin looks down at the package and snaps.
"You're right." He puts them down and picks up another package a size up.
You feel your lower belly shrink as a chuckle escapes you through your teeth. You drop the shampoo you had taken as a weapon and break away from him to go back to the counter and collect the condoms.
"If you want I can stay and have some fun." He says then, you look at him sideways.
"What makes you think I would have fun with you?" you ask with derision.
"Trust me honey, you'll have fun."
"Trust me, honey." You mimic him with a quip. "You're not as irresistible as you think you are."
Justin's smile doesn't disappear though, it even gets a little wider. He takes the pack of condoms leaving the money on the counter and walks out of the supermarket without taking his eyes off you. You sigh long leaning your forehead against the glass of the counter, you still feel your body trembling a little. It's true that Justin is not your type, that you wouldn't date someone like him, but he's wild and attractive, you can't deny it, his intense stare and his punk side gives you chills. In a good way.
When you manage to pull yourself together, you head back to the warehouse to continue with your chores. You don't reach for your notebook when you feel arms around your body pushing you against the shelf. You get scared, you're not going to deny it, you try to fight, to get him to let go, you feel his hands on your waist and his nose brush against your neck.
"You're fucking unbearable." He growls and you recognize Justin's voice, your heart calms a little.
"L-let go of me, Justin, this is harassment..."
"Harassment?" he whispers against your ear. You can't suppress the moan that escapes you in time as he reaches inside your pants and squeezes your pussy over your panties. "How can it be harassment when you're completely wet?" he speaks against your ear again, his fingers move quickly over your clit and your body arches involuntarily, moaning again.
"J-Justin..." You try to keep control, you hold his wrist, but he bites down on your neck, never letting go of your touch.
"You love to tease me, always teasing me, always with those little angel eyes, like you've never done anything wrong." He keeps talking and you have to hold on to the shelf because the pleasure starts to shake your body.
"N-no... I..." You babble, but are silenced when his fingers leave your clit and move down a little further, the tip of his finger digging into your cunt. "F-fuck..." You bite your lip spreading your legs further apart.
"Are you still going to tell me you don't want this?" he asks again in your ear. A moan is all you get in response.
You sigh as he pulls away from you, you feel like you can breathe again, but he doesn't give you much time since recovering. He turns your body to unbutton and remove your pants, your panties follow shortly after, Justin pulls down his pants, just enough to pull out his cock, hard, thick, seeking attention. You swallow hard as your eyes roam over it, and you see Justin smile in amusement, shake it in his hand, and move back towards you.
"Wait, Justin, the condoms..."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to cum inside." He assures you.
He lifts you up without too much effort, leaning your body against the shelf, spits on his hand and slowly enters you.
"Fuck, so tight..." He grunts and pushes a little harder making you moan.
"God, Justin..." You hold onto his shoulders feeling his cock stretch you and touch that spot that makes you shudder.
"You like this, don't you?" he licks his lips and moves his hips very slowly. "I can feel you squeezing me, how your pussy wants me inside..." He gasps and you roll your eyes as his cock hits a perfect spot inside you.
"F-f-fuck Justin...!" You are unable to say anything more coherent.
"There it is..." He smiles and holding you tightly he starts moving at the same angle.
His thrusts are fast and deep, the curve of his cock makes him hit you accurately with his tip, that point that makes you see little sparks, your skin bristles and you become a moaning mess. Your legs dance over his arms, his hands firmly grip your ass and he keeps moving your body against his cock, the sound of your bodies being muffled by your moans and his grunts between his teeth. The steady rattling of the rack follows the rhythm of Justin's hips as he starts to go faster, seeking his own relief.
"Uhm your pussy's taking me so fucking good..." He mumbles through his teeth, his fingers digging into the tender skin of your ass.
"Justin! Justin!" You call out, grabbing onto his shoulders again.
He quickly pulls his cock out and rubs it until he cums, staining your belly and your work shirt. You lean your forehead against his, getting trapped against his body and the rack. Justin pulls your legs off his shoulders and kneels in front of you, spreads your legs apart and lifts one over his shoulder. His nose grazes your slit and his tongue runs along your folds.
"For the love of..." You arch up holding onto the furniture as your knees begin to shake.
His tongue runs along you, fucking you with intensity, his fingers torture your clit and his free hand seeks your tit, squeezing your nipple. Too many sensations at the same time, pleasure swirls in your lower belly as his lips close over your clit and he sucks hard. You can't stop trembling, your legs want to close but he holds you in place as you cum in his mouth and are about to fall to the floor.
Panting hard, you slowly regain your composure, Justin gets up from the floor, wiping his lips. Your gazes meet and he shows you your panties.
"These are mine now." He tells you and adjusting his pants, he leaves.
**
It's not the only night Justin shows up looking for you. After your first meeting, it becomes almost a regular occurrence. The first few hours are spent working, you take care of the more heavy and hard things, after a few hours, the blond appears through the door and neither of you need to say anything, you close the entrance and lose yourselves among the shelves of the warehouse. While you hold on to the shelves and he fucks you giving you some spanking, countless dirty words come out of your mouths, but when it's all over, neither of you have anything else to say, Justin gets dressed, takes a souvenir, and you go back to your work feeling more relaxed or so tired that you really don't even know what you're doing.
It's been several weeks since all that started. Justin walks in, as he does every night, through the door, chews his lip hard and frowns slightly. He walks to the counter, discovering your partner, Molly, there.
"Hi, Justin, how can I help you?"
"Where's your coworker?" He asks trying to sound neutral. "Has she changed shifts?"
"Oh, no, she left." She explains and Justin frowns harder. "She was covering the night shift because she needed the money, she's been awarded a scholarship to college and she left." She says smiling, proud of you.
"College? Do you know if...she's coming back?"
"I highly doubt it, she hated this town." She sighs and looks at him apologetically. "Sorry, Justin, maybe if you weren't such a dick, you'd meet a real nice girl."
