Identity V x Reader

Norton x Reader (fluff)

"You don't need to leave so soon." The prospector interrupted you while dressing with his husky, sleepy voice.

"I have a match today." You explained, finishing to put your skirt on your body. You stood up in front of the mirror and brushed your hair with your fingers. "Norton…" You turned to him again. "I told you not to leave marks. How will I hid those?" You pointed at your neck.

"They looked good on you." He winked, causing you to be more outraged. "It's not like you don't leave scratches all over my back as well." He protested.

"But no one can see it." You turned your back for him, looking at your reflection again. "You will have to go to my bedroom and get my makeup box." You ordered in a demanding tone.

He didn't question and got dressed to get your makeup. Since your bedroom was far from his, you laid on the bed again, feeling tired from the last night.

"Norton, can I…" The door opened suddenly and revealed Victor Grantz. "Where is Norton?" He asked, not minding the awkward situation at all.

"He went to my bedroom to get my makeup."

"Why would he do that?" He asked out of curiosity. "Oh, what happened?" He noticed the red marks on your neck and got worried.

"N-Nothing…" You stuttered, trying to hide it with your hands.

"Did someone beat you?" His question confused you. Was Victor really this pure?

"No." You responded shortly, not knowing what to say next.

"Ah, I think I get it now."

"Hey, Victor!" Norton came back. "Do you need anything?"

"I just wanted to know if you have seen Wick."

"I don't think so, but if I see him I'll tell you."

"Thank you!" He exclaimed and went away.

"You took too long." You complained, making him roll his eyes.

"Why are you in a hurry?" He put the makeup box next to you. "It's 8 AM. Your match is at 11 AM."

"What do you expect for me to do? Stay here doing nothing with you?" You questioned while picking the items that you needed.

"We don't need to do nothing, you know." He smirked, sitting next to you on the bed.

"Don't you ever get tired? We stayed up almost all night long and now I'm exhausted".

"It was your choice to wake up at 8 AM."

"It is my body clock." You replied.

Norton Campbell was a good looking prospector that you were obligated to live with since you got that damn letter. At first, everything used to be fun and games, but it gets boring after some time. And the boredom could be a really dangerous thing. You could say that the boredom was the main reason why you were there, sitting on Norton's bed at 8 AM, with your body covered in hickeys. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but it turned into a two, three, four, five, a lot of-nights stand. Was it because you felt lonely? You didn't know the actual answer.

"Can I take a shower here?" You asked rhetorically.

"Should I come with you?"

"How can you always be this horny?"

"Okay, sorry, I will stop." He surrendered.

After the shower, you found Norton with a breakfast platter on his hands.

"What is that?" You asked, curious and puzzled.

"It's for you."

"Are you kidding me?"