[ a.n / trade with @XSabxManiacX ! they wrote me a very lovely ren wu sun smut lol. i wanted to make a new work for the lemons and the other one is for clean stuff, i'll just go back and forth with requests from here and there. THEN I GOT OTHER STORIES AAAAA. anyways enjoy some dominant norman. ]

He didn't exactly kidnap you, he just took interest in you and wanted to keep you. Simple, right? Now, being around Norman wasn't exactly the easiest thing, but it wasn't like you disliked him. You grew rather fond of the sleep deprived male, he had a strange kind of love.

Norman wouldn't admit it, but he definitely started to need you more and more every day. Of course needing someone for training, and cooking was one thing, but he also needed you to perfectly end the day for him. While he enjoyed having you around him, just smiling and making silly jokes - he also loved you under him. 

"There you are." The vibrant haired male spied you sitting on the bench in his break room.

"Hm? Oh, hey." You lifted a hand, curling your fingers in one after the other, sort of like a wave, but not. You were just quietly nibbling away at a sandwich, his match didn't take long, but the prep took forever. That left you waiting in here by yourself, so you decided to just get something to eat.

"Did you wait long?" Norman shut the door behind himself, and flicked the lock. Stalking over to you, he took a seat down on the bench as well. You took another bite of your sandwich, then handed over the last piece to him, how sweet of you. Norman gave you a small smile before taking the last bit and tossing it in his mouth.

"No, not really. You won, I'm proud of you." You chirped, shyly kissing his cheek. Norman was modest, but he liked the acknowledgement anyway. He lifted a hand and brushed your bangs to the side, his rather large hand holding onto your cheek for a moment before he leaned in and closed the gap. His thin lips pressed against your own, he sucked, and you pulled. Hesitantly, you lifted your arms and wrapped them around the back of his neck. You didn't want to pike him on too much, since you were in a slightly public place. The door was locked, but even still. . .

His teeth sunk into your lower lip before his tongue poked past. Tilting is head back, his tongue pressed against yours, at the roof of your mouth, the inside of your cheek. When he pulled back for you to get some air, a thin trail of saliva practically just pulled him back. Suddenly, he seemed to be getting a bit too much into it. His hands trailed down to your waist and he slowly laid you down on the bench, hovering over you.

Your makeout session lasted a little longer until he managed to get some small whines of you. Satisfied, he traced short kisses along your face, and tan his tongue along the shell of your ear, nibbling at your ear lobe.

"Norman,, not here-" You gripped at his shoulders.

"Just don't be loud and no one will know." The male jested with a small chuckle before biting at your neck. Nipping at fragile flesh, and sucking on freshly made marks. Ah, and your old ones were just starting to heal.

"That's not fair." You protested, but didn't dare stop him from taking off your shirt. His lips kissed down your cleavage, and his cold hands fondled your chest rather roughly. You two wouldn't exactly have time to spend long on foreplay, and since it wasn't exactly warm in the room, he didn't completely take off your bra. Although, Norman still wanted to see your bare chest, so he simply just pushed up your top.

His teeth grazed against your bud, followed by his warm tongue and wet saliva. Suddenly, he just pulled away and stared down at your florid expression. Your eyes averted from his crotch to his eyes in a split second, and he immediately got the message, a smirk turning up at the end of his lips.

"Aren't you a naughty girl. . ." He scoffed, rubbing your cheek. "Stand up." Norman lifted to his feet and reached a hand out to help you up. You grabbed his hand and quickly stood up to another one of his kisses. The male pulled you to the side before pressing you up against the wall, your stomach against the cold. You could feel his erection hard against your back, while his hands snaked up your waist and fondled at your chest. You let out a few little whines, turning your head to the side so he could see your face. God he loved those hearts in your eyes, and the red on your supple cheeks.

"Let's use back here for a change. . ." He muttered against your ear, voice low and husky. His hands pulled back, lifting up your skirt and squeezed your ass, followed by a rather hard slap. You squeaked in surprise. "Bend over a little. Stick your ass out for me."

Hesitantly, you did as he told. What a good obedient girl. Your hands pressed against the cold wall, and you nervously looked back at him, anxiously waiting for his next move. He quickly undid his belt and folded his boxers down. He pulled your panties down and let them drop around your ankles, rubbing at your warmer climate.

"You're wet. Fucking in these kids of places turn you on?" Norman practically mocked you.

"O-of course not." You muttered. He only let out a small laugh before rubbing his length against your wet area, coating your sweet fluids over himself as a replacement for lube, plus spitting some of his saliva on you as well. His hands gripped your waist to keep you in position, before slowly pushing his length inside. You couldn't help but moan, it was just too much. He pushed himself in as far as he could, reveling in how tight your walls gripped him, sucked him in.

"O-oh god,, Norman." You breathed out, followed by some whimpers of pain. It hurt, felt like he was tearing you apart down there - which was pretty much what was happening. Norman gave you only a few seconds more for you to adjust yourself, before he started moving. His motions began slow, giving you a false sense of security before he pounded inside of you.

A shrill almost escaped your lips, and you immediately covered your mouth with a hand. If someone heard you two, that would be the worst. Norman was practically forcing you to scream, he couldn't care less if people knew he was fucking you in here. Your moans were muffled by your hand, but they were definitely evident from how hard he slammed inside of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight back here. . ." Norman pressed his fingers into your waist further, trying to hold back his grunts to hear yours instead. "Good girl."

Little tears formed at the ends of your lashes, your legs were shaking, you could fall any second. Norman relentlessly continued pushing inside of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the cold room. Your face was burning up, and your stomach felt like it was about to burst. It felt like hell though, the good kind, a guilty, guilty pleasure.

Your walls started to tighten even further, it was getting harder for him to keep gong, but he didn't let up until you came. Even with your hand over your mouth, your honey laced moans were loud. Finally you just gave up and pressed your hand against the wall. You were a moaning mess at this point, might as well embrace it. Besides, Norman loved your voice anyway.

You finally hit your peak, cumming hard and bucking your hips in. Norman went for a few more thrusts before finishing too. His hot, sticky cum released inside. You felt warm and cold at the same time.

Your legs gave in and you almost collapsed, but Norman caught you in the nick of time, thank goodness. The both of you were panting hard, trying to bring yourselves back to reality. He never did go easy on you when it came to this. But you liked it that way.

"You okay?" He kissed your forehead.

". . . Perfect."