Norman Reedus Imagines

Best massage ever (Norman)

You let out an agitated groan as you looked at the text from your boss, saying you have an unscheduled appointment. You had been so busy the past few days and weeks, packed with clients now that work has been well over started and people are in more need of massages. Of course, you loved your job as a masseuse.. sometimes.. but, you had just really wanted to go home today and take a nice long bath.. A masseuse needs to relax, too!
But, apparently this customer had made a unexpected call in and requested for you. Who would request you?
You threw your bag back into your work locker, and changed back into your work uniform quickly before you stepped out, throwing your hair into a messy bun and grabbing your water bottle.
You were about to walk out into the waiting room and see who it was, but when you saw Norman Reedus sitting in one of the chairs, you choked on your water. Letting out a few coughs, clearing your windpipes of the water, you finally regained your composure... well not exactly. What the hell was Norman Reedus doing sitting there? What if he was the one who requested you? What? No, that doesn't make any sense, he doesn't even know you exists.. You convinced yourself.

Still feeling really nervous about going out there, you quickly turned around and went into your room. You busied yourself with getting everything set up, trying not to freak out. He wouldn't request you.. Get your shit together! You yelled at yourself. Once you got everything ready you found yourself to be a little bouncy, and your hands sweaty. You laughed nervously at your self and went over to the mirror, pulling your hair out of its bun and making sure it dripped nicely over your shoulders. You didn't exactly thing of what or why you were doing, but you still made sure your hair and little amount of make up looked fine, even unbuttoning and extra button on your shirt, showing off a little cleavage. You wiped your hands on your pants and without thinking, quickly left and went out into the waiting room, with confidence. "Karen, I'm ready for my 6 o'clock," You said, leaning against the reception desk, steeling a quick glance at Norman, flashing him the best smile you could pull off, thinking that he wasn't even your client. "Mr. Reedus, Y/N will have you now." Karen said, making your breath catch in your throat. You gave a calm smile to Norman as he got up, but all you thought as you led him into your room was shit. shit. shit. shit. shit! "Uh-" You cleared your throat of it's nerves. "You can undress now, the towels on the table. I'll be right back." You quickly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. Your hands were getting sweaty again, but you quickly turned on the sink faucet, scrubbing them deeply with soap. You dried them off with the nearby towel and took a deep breath, pushing away all your nerves. Be confident. He's just another man. You thought to your self as you knocked on the door to see if he was ready. When he gave you the clear, you opened it up and stepped inside, your mouth almost dropping from the sight. He was leaning against the counter, doing something on his phone, but had the towel lightly hanging from his hips, a gust of wind surely would have blown them away... His broad shoulders leading down to his equally muscular arms were pressed against his chest... oh his chest.. You were getting wet at the sight...

Confidence. You repeated in your head. Confidence.

You walked over to the bench that he would lay on and bent down, adjusting the feet of it, maybe even intentionally giving off a good view of your ass...
You got the bench situation and stood up, walking over to the counter that held all the lotions and oils. "Go ahead and lay down now, Mr. Reedus," You said with a smirk in your voice, catching him peaking up from his phone at you. "Norman," He instructed you, causing you to slowly nod at him.
You got everything you needed ready and oiled up your hands, using the last of the bottle, before turning around. You licked your lips as you saw his back muscles and shoulders, knowing you would be able to rub them.. You snapped out of your dirty thoughts, wanting to do a good job for him.
"So why did you request for me?" You asked him as you placed you hands on the smooth skin of his back.
"Got word from a friend who was one of your customers, he said you were good with your hands," He said, you could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Oh, I'm very good with my hands," you responded quietly, almost seductive? Geeze, what had gotten into you?
You worked the tense muscles of his back, letting your hands wander over them. You heard him a few times let out content, satisfied sighs, when your hands found the right spots.
You let your hands trail up to his shoulders, and felt how big and tense the muscles were, causing you to bite your lip as you worked over them. "God, babe.. That feels so good," he moaned out, the sound of his voice making your knees weak. You continued on his shoulders, making your way down to his arms, almost letting out a small moan at the feel of them. Why did this man have you so turned on? "Would you mind sitting up?" You asked, trying to not let your voice quiver. You tried not to focus on the movement a flex of his muscles as he sat up, his back to you.
You put your hands on his sides, continuing to massage him. "You are pretty good with your hands," he let out, his voice rough, making your knees weak again. Was he turned on? "Thanks," you mumbled out, your voice coming out just as raspy and turned on as his. You walked back over to the counter in front of him to put more of the oil on your hands, but remembered you were out. You bent down to the cabinets below and dug for a new bottle. As you stood up you heard Norman let out the most sexy growl ever and then put his hands on you hips, shoving you against the counter. Your gasp of surprise turned into a moan as you felt just how hard he was as he pressed himself into you, letting you know. His mouth found its way to the nape of your neck, biting, licking, and sucking the skin, causing a moan to slither out of your throat while you got more and more wet. You quickly spun around and crashed your lips against his in one swift movement, devouring every inch of them. You parted for lips and he didn't hesitate a second to let his tongue inside, massaging yours with his. He tasted so good.
You reached your hands down and grabbed onto the towel that was handing lightly on his hips, and yanked it off. You grasped onto his hardness, earning him to groan into your mouth, and started to work him, using the skills of your hands. He growled, but didn't want to meet his release just yet, so he spun you around and pushed you against the bench. He ripped open your shirt, not having enough patience to undo the buttons and tore it off you. Your lips parted, a soundless moan coming out as Norman dove right to your breasts with his mouth, pushing your bra aside. He bit down on your nipple and starting flicking his tongue over it as he rubbed the other in between his fingers, causing that moan to gain sound.
His lips went back up to yours and your hands flew up to his head, tugging on his hair while he unbuttoned your pants. You kicked them off and let out a moan of surprise when he spun you around once again and bent you over the bench. His hands trailed down your spine and went down to your ass, causing shivers to come over you. He slowly hiked your panties down past your ass and licked his lips at the sight before him, his cock practically throbbing from how hard it was. You let out a moan as Norman's fingers found your wet folds. "Fuck, you're so wet." He groaned out, his voice only causing you to become even more turned on. His fingers ran over your wetness, slipping inside of you, but taken out quickly, making you whimper. You felt his hardness on your thigh and you have never once been so turned on in your life. "God, Norman, fuck me. I need you inside me." You moaned out, basically begging him. Your words caused him to growl again and do as you commanded, sliding himself all the way inside of you. He hissed out, but you let out a loud gasp, feeling him stretch you out and fill you up beyond what you thought your limits were because of this position.. but oh god did it feel good. He placed a kiss on your shoulder then immediately started to slide out, and then slam back in, causing a moan to get caught in your throat. You gripped on tight to the bench as he put his hands by your sides and he thrusted deep inside you. His back curved as he shoved him self forward, causing your hair to fall all around your face and your breasts to bounce. Your moan made its way out as he hit the magical spot inside of you, and pleasure built up inside of you. You were letting out breaths along with your unstoppable moans as he slammed into you hard time after time. Your feet weren't even touching the ground anymore he thrusted into you so hard and far. A knot grew in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close. Norman seemed to know you were to by the sounds of your moans getting louder and your grip on the bench tightening, so he grabbed your hips and pulled you down on him every time he thrusted forward. He moved faster and you felt like you were on cloud nine, the pleasure sending rockets all over your body. Your walls tightened and the fire in the pit of your stomach seemed to explode. You yelled out his name along with animalistic moans as you saw black dots in your vision and your orgasm rocked through your body. The orgasm sent its sweet ecstasy through your body, causing it to shake and your toes to curl up. Norman felt your walls tighten around him and your amazing moans and noises sent him over the edge. He thrusted a few more times until he felt him self shutter and then squirt out inside of you, leaving him completely drained. He leaned down kissing your shoulder blade and shoulder as you breathed in and out deeply, worn out from that mind blowing orgasm. "Holy shit." You muttered out. Norman chuckled. "I know. Best massage I've ever had."