DNI -18, slightly spicy, first Tumblr x reader!
“Don't have nothing for you.”
The heavy grudge music rumbled within Norman’s penthouse as he leaned back against his Italian leather couch. Dressed in his beige suit, he contrasted against the black slickness of the material beneath him as he shifted slightly to get a better look at the view. You.
It was a rarity. Allowing you in like this, thrashing around in front of him to obscene music, a record he had bought you after you had made a singular off-handed mention of a song on it. It wasn't the first gift he's bought you, and certainly wouldn't be the last. And Norman couldn't have been prouder of this decision. Because now you are in his house, 20 stories up, and dancing for him and only him as he lets his eyes fixate on you like you're the rhythm of his favorite symphony.
“Another one?” Norman murmurs as the music ends, and yet it's not phrased as a question, more as a command. And who are you to stay no, especially when you can see him reach the coffee table and open an elegant pill case, letting his head loll back as he crushes it between his molars and sighs, the fabric on his pants stretching when his thighs become more comfortably parted against the sofa.
“Second to last song,” You panted, having already jammed out to several beforehand. Norman stares at you, almost unblinking, as you walk over to the couch and reach over him to grab the whiskey he had poured you earlier. He can swear you're doing it on purpose, so his hands naturally find the hips that are in front of him, gripping just hard enough for it to sting if you were to try to move away.
“Finish up quickly then, angel.” Norman's voice had a finality in it you knew better than to ignore. His hands, with short, cut nails and long fingers, dug into your ass slightly before letting go and leaning back on the couch. He was excited. Though the pill did seem to give him that side effect.
The music played, and you danced as he wished, yet slower this time. Distracted in a way that was obvious to Norman, so much so that he had stood up while your back was facing him. Norman has a silent agility to him, almost like a fox chasing a very fragile piece of prey, which, right now, happened to be you as you felt the subtle inhale of his nose right against your neck, dragging from the base, up to your ear.
“You can’t get tired with me now. Tired enough to dance, does that mean you’re too tired to take me after?” Norman's voice was low and controlled against your ear, his hands refinding your hips and pulling you back against him just enough to feel how affected both the pill and your presence were on his drugged mind.
“Do you really think I brought you all the way here so you could listen to your new record?”
His tongue, just the tip, slipped from his lips to trace the curve of your ear before he nipped it gently between his teeth, hands giving an appreciative squeeze at the sound of your gasp. “I think that's enough dancing, don't you, angel?” Norman's voice was calmer than still water, yet in a polarizing second, he was forcing you down onto the carpet beneath your feet, pinning you beneath him as his hands groped, grabbed, and tore at any clothing he could touch.
“Beautiful!” He breathed, with a dazed smile, as he crashed your lips together in a way that made you both groan into each other's mouths (think Oldman kissing in Sid and Nancy, lol).
You could hear it, his hands making quick way at his belt, moving faster than you could reply before another sound broke through the music and heavy breathing that enclosed your bubble.
The rattling of the front door, before a scared young man's voice, whom you recoginized quickly recognized. Benny.
“Stan? I got Rogers on the phone, he says he can't talk for long... so..” His voice trailed off, and even beneath the panting Norman, you could tell Benny was scared shitless at interrupting whatever the hell was happening behind the door.
Norman sat up very slowly, his hands still caressing your sides, before he groaned low and stood up. “Don't move a fucking inch.” He growled at you before leaving the room as quickly as smoke. Leaving you panting and questioning if there would be more to come when he comes back in…
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