Norman Reedus Imagines

Wanted (Norman)

CREDIT TO: KatherinRule

Norman breathed heavily as he leaned against the dirty side of a building, the alley smelled worse than it looked. Trash littered the streets and the air smelled of trash and dead meat. It was not somewhere he wanted to be on a Saturday night but he had no choice. He could hear the faint sounds off sirens getting closer and closer to him, the wailing setting him on edge and making every inch of his body squirm, he knew he needed to run but he had been running for hours.

The night had started off as any other Saturday night. At their club, drinking and lovin on each other, with music playing. They had it pretty good for a couple of thieves, livin the good life since they didn't have that growing up. It was just him and his woman now, the best woman he could ever ask for, his Michelle.

He had met her during a job, they had both decided to hit the same house on the same night. This old lady lived there, all alone with no one to help her, a big house and an even bigger vault. He had mapped everything out perfectly, except running into her. She had snuck up on him, proving she was better at it. They hadn't been able to kill each other or willing to split it, the only thing they could do was work together. Twice the people, twice the money and bigger jobs.

That was years ago and he didn't know how he ended up pressed against a dirty building, one a few bullets left in his gun and he had no idea where Michelle was. Someone had snitched on them, ratted them out. After spending half the night running from the cops, the other half of the night he had managed to find out that their closest friend ratted on them. Sold them out so he wouldn't go to jail, well he made sure to settle that score.

Norman held his breath as he saw the blue cops lights lighting up the alley. He knew it was a good chance that he would be arrested right now but at least he knew that his girl was safe. She would be able to get along after him, she was the better thief and they both knew it. As he expected, the cop cars lights flashed into the alley, lighting up everything. Including him. The cop stopped and Norman knew that he would either need to make a run and risk getting shot or he could kill the cop and just walk away.

Before he could even get his gun up, a gun went off and his body jerked. He closed his eyes, expecting the pain but nothing happened. He opened his eyes right as the cop was dropping into the ground. His gun tossed away on the side. Since the lights were so bright, he couldn't see who it was who shot the cop. He slowly walked forward, gun in his hand and squinting against the light.

"Hey doll, glad I was here to save you."

He grinned and rushed forward, stepping over the cops body to get at her. Michelle was standing in her tight black dress, a gun in her hand and a shit eating grin on her face. Norman pulled her by the back of the neck and forced her lips against his. She groaned as he did and held onto his jacket, pulling him closer.

The kiss ended and he stared at her in awe, she had saved him. Like she always did. Norman pulled her further into the alley, pressing her right against the wall and putting his body right against hers. Her legs split wide and he wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down just enough so he could pull his cock out, rock hard and already aching for her. She moaned and pulled her dress up, no panties to speak of.

"Fuck baby, you did it again didn't you?" He moaned and pushed into her hard and fast, his body going jelly the moment his cock was inside her tightness. He had never felt anything more perfect then being inside her.

Michelle groaned and gripped his jacket, "had to save my man didn't I?" she said in pants, with each word she spoke, he was thrusting in and out of her quickly.