Norman Reedus Imagines

Little Things Part 1 (Norman)

CREDIT TO: https://star-crossed-fanfiction.tumblr.com/

__________________________________________________________________________

It had been a long day. Not necessarily bad things happening, it was just the little things. Putting you in need of some nice, tender loving care. Though you could only hope your lover would come home soon from work and not over-stress himself like he usually tends to.

You sighed walking into your shared house, tossing your set of keys and your bag down on the little side table near the front door. You jumped slightly hearing the garage door click, though your nerves were quickly put at ease seeing it was just your beloved, "Hey, babe" he greeted you as he walked up and gave your cheek a soft 'welcome home' kiss. You smiled and returned the loving greeting. "I didn't know you were coming home so soon, i would've picked up some dinner. You hungry?" He looked back at you with his loving and breath taking gaze as he cleared his hands of the grease and oil that coated them. Oh boy were you hungry, just not in the food way. Unless a human cock is considered that now. You pushed those thoughts away and shook your head no. Sighing as you took off your shoes and replaced them with cozy house slippers. He simply nodded. Getting the hint that it had been a long day.

He came up behind you, wrapping you in his loving embrace as you changed shoes. Nuzzling your neck his so called beard began to tickle you, causing a giggle to slip past your lips. He smiled as he gave your neck a loving kiss, particularly where he had left his love mark nights ago. "Okay okay, what is it that you want, my little cuddle bug~?" you teased. He chuckled as he began to back you up to the garage door from the hallway you were still standing in. "I got the day off, so while you were gone I worked a little on our bike, come see." You giggled as he pulled you along, taking you to your shared well maintenanced and cleaned motorcycle. He let you go to walk around it and show you and explain the things he had done to it. Though somewhere in the middle of the conversation your mind had gone blank. Noticing how his shirt clung to his chest and finely toned arms. Your cheeks grew heated as you found yourself watching him get on the motorcycle, and it was obvious he had taken note of your lustful stare. Before you could realize what was happening on your own, his words were already making sense of this situation.

"Thought you said you weren't hungry," He purred as he gripped the handles of the bike, his praying eyes watching over you as if you were a fine dined meal. "You offered food, not my interest." You swallowed hard as your breath hitched, he leaned back on the bike, slowly peeling off his shirt. Once it was in his hand he stood up and got off, walking over to you as he tossed it besides you on the floor. "I didn't think I had to offer," He then pushed you against the cement wall of the garage, his long hair tickling your ear as he whispered into it, "My body's always an opened door for you. But by the sounds of it, maybe I need to demonstrate that again." His growl left you breathless, but not nearly as much as his next actions.

He straddled the bike, you bite your lip as his hands wrapped tightly around the rubber handles. His bare arms flexing as he used his upper strength to pull him into a standing position over the bike. Your gaze fluttered down, wishing to watch where his hands were heading, which seemed to be his belt. He whistled, catching your attention and bringing your gaze back to his. "Eyes on mine or daddy won't continue." His playful threat only made you cheeks pinker and your inner walls clench tighter. "Good, you don't wanna miss this, baby." His wink nearly made you a puddle, but not as much as when his hands unworked his belt and snapped it off, though he kept it in his hand instead of tossing it to the floor. He then unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down just enough, his other hand adjusted his bulge so that it was even more obvious that he was enjoying his little striptease as much as you were. Suddenly he got off, walking towards you with his belt in his hand still, he cycled around you until he reached your back. Starting at your hips his hands slowly began to trace your figure, all while his lips brushed against the

back of your neck, causing the baby hairs to stand on end. "Shh," He attempted to calm your heavy breathing. "You're in good hands, You're in my hands." He purred once more as your vision became blocked, and you felt the smooth leather texture of his belt wrap around your head to be used as a blindfold. He left it slightly loose, but tight enough so you couldn't see.

His hands glided back down your figure, coming around to your front where he undid your button and zipper and slid his hand down to caress your clothed folds. You gasped as the cool air met your skin as he ridded you of your pants. You then felt yourself being carefully lifted off the ground, and out of instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, luckily you were right about the position.

Your now bare bottom met the cool leather seat of the motorcycle. He placed you so you were straddling it, surely there would be a wet mark later on. You felt him join behind you, his hand slowly coming to your front again and running downwards. Pointer finger separated your folds as his middle traced your entrance. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, moaning softly as he whispered sweet and naughty things into your ear.

His fingers slowly entered you, pumping slowly as his thumb rubbed gentle cycles on your clit. It didn't take too long for his husky voice and rough fingers to get you gasping and moaning his name. But he wanted to do way more.

He stood up, leaving you empty and whining, needing more. So he changed your position so you were sitting sideways on the bike. Little did you know where he was kneeling. You felt your legs lifted onto his shoulders, your hands quickly gripping onto the seat so you wouldn't fall. Now you were glad that it was propped up safely. His beard grazing your thighs as he lowered his face closer to where it needed to be most. "J-Jesus, Reedus." You huffed at his teasing methods. Causing his grin to grow wider. "Hm, you don't like it I take it~?" he continued. Right when you were about to sass him his tongue ran up your folds, flicking your clit twice before he would suck on it between his teeth. You gasped harder than before, throwing your head back and moaning profusely. He grumbled causing vibrations to be sent throughout your body. His one hand came up around and rested on your hip, his tongue leaving the duty of abusing your clit to his finger so it could wiggle into your entrance, which it did.

With his fingers giving your clit nonstop rubbing and loving pitches from time to time and his long moist tongue teasing and occasionally dipping inside you, it was no wonder when you came, and came hard. The beautiful white light and your moans and filled the room, it's the little things he does that makes you feel this good. But no doubt you were about to get his 'big thing' after this. And by that grin he gave you when he looked up at you, this wild ride was just starting.