“How come your cupcakes are all fluffy and mine look like rocks?” Norman pouts as you pull them from the oven, you're no expert but it's pretty obvious that he's missed an ingredient so they didn't rise. “Here, have half of mine” you offer scooping six of them onto his wire rack to cool down before transferring the last six to your own wire rack. Norman is like a child, impatiently waiting for the cakes to cool do you give him the job of mixing up the icing and adding the color to them while you wait. You show him how to put the icing into piping bags with the nozzle and the first thing he does is put a big swipe of yellow icing on your nose. “Norman!” you yell as you swat at him, you grab a kitchen towel to wipe off your face and when you look up you see he's given himself a dashing blue icing moustache. “Mademoiselle may I ask for but one kiss?” he asks in a rather awful French accent while making kissing noises, “You look like an eighties porn star, not a glamorous Frenchman” you say with a laugh as you wrap you arms around his neck and kiss him, smearing the porn ‘stache on both of your faces. You pull away and lick your lips, tasting the sweet icing and it gives you an idea. “Since you like decorating so much, here's something for you to ice” you say playfully as you slip off your shirt and unclasp your bra, his eyes grow wide as he realises what you mean. “What did I do to deserve you?” he whispers entirely entranced as he lifts you by the waist onto the kitchen counter, “Sold you soul?” you tease and he grins as he grabs the piping bag of purple icing and gets to work. The cold icing feels so tantalising as he layers it in thick stripes onto your skin, goosebumps form as the icing dries against your skin like a sugary coating but he isn't finished yet. He grabs the other piping bags, adding every color you have on your skin like it's a canvas. He layers your breasts and nipples in color and takes a cheeky lick that has your body tingling from top to toe. Each tantalising lick is wicked, that pairs with his fingers now teasing you through your shorts is just making the whole thing truly naughty. Plastic bowls, cups and measuring jugs hit the tiles as Norman lies you down on the counter and crawls up after you, the cold marble against your back is just another part of this tantalising new game of touch and taste. Your skin is clean of icing but you're sticky to touch, the mixture of sugar and saliva coating your body like a second skin. Your lips meet again and all you can taste is sugary sweetness, your hands slide through his hair and finally knot around his neck, your legs rise off the counter to circle his waist in a trap - he's yours now. “You never said how fun making cupcakes would be otherwise we'd be doing it every day” he said lowering his face mere inches from yours to lick from your collarbone to your cheek. You knew how fun it would be, it was just trying to get Norman in a kitchen that was the hard part. You looked down at the empty piping bags on the floor and smiled, now what were you to decorate your cupcakes with?
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Daryl Dixon - Norman Reedus Imagines/Smut
FanfictionA collection of short smut and fluff imagines starring Norman Reedus as himself or as Walking Dead character Daryl Dixon.
