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Of course he missed you, grabbing you at any chance he gets. From the moment you stepped into the event room, he's already the first one clawing through the crowds of people just to be by your side.
You can take it as either a romantic gesture or your pussy’s just got a grip on him that immediately has him hovering around you. Lusting over you full-time ever since you took that stupid sick leave from work (he knew it wasn't because you were sick which pissed him off more.)
It doesn't already help the rumors about you and Norton, in fact, he's almost indirectly confirming the questions people had about the state of your relationship with the actor the more he kept up with his touchy antics. Everyone already noticed the way his eyes lit up when you entered the room, shoving off that poor bloke trying to strike conversation with you.
Nonetheless, you play along with a smirk, forgetting everyone else at your own birthday party. The forgettable faces are merely passing thoughts as you and Norton stay glued together around the party, keeping a firm grip on your side of the rope in this tug of war, pushing and pulling with the teasing and touching.
That damn charmer couldn't keep his hands to himself the whole time, groping your ass any chance he gets during the pictorials. He used to not be so fond of taking pictures, preaching about living in the moment. The type of star that surprisingly hates being hogged for cameras — even blows up at the photographers if they take too long.
This special day though, a switch had obviously been flipped. Norton had been pulling photographers from crowds, requesting them to take pictures with you who was trying and failing to squirm away from his grasp, keeping a steady and possessive hand on your hip the whole time.
“Talk about secretive, Norton.”
You hiss at him with an unamused look on your face before he chuckles and shushes you, pulling you closer and telling you to pose for the camera.
And you bit back a soft whine when the hand that used to be on your hip teleports on the small of your back, traveling down to squeeze your ass for as much as possible before he goes and bothers the next set of photographers.
That's the poor little birthday celebrant getting groped everytime the camera flashes and the cheeky bastard actor taking every opportunity to squeeze your ass or try to slip a hand up the back slit of your dress just to feel the thing he's been missing ever since you took a sick leave from work.
Norton's extremely stubborn attitude throughout your party made you equally as horny yet so frustrated, trying to give him a glare, a pinch and a slap to dissuade his antics but he'd keep trying anyways. As handsome as he is hard headed. You’re embarrassed to admit that his stubborn trait made you fall for him the more you worked with him. It has a specific appeal to it that only works on a select few individuals, the larger percentage of people probably want to beat him with sticks out of annoyance.
“Treasure, please forgive me for being impatient. I'm just so excited to give you my birthday present.”
Norton purrs, the poor excuse nonetheless ignites a warmth in between your legs as those words leave his lips. You stand next to him and let him press himself against the side of your body, taking poses on the stage that extravagantly decorated for the occasion.
“That being a creampie? You're so predictable, Norton.”
You roll your eyes and give another practiced smile to the paparazzi in front of you, lights and shutter noises filling the atmosphere.
“Don’t act like you're better than me, love, we both know how much we missed each other.”
He whispers into your ear, his hand sliding under the fabric of your dress to feel your thighs. You shudder at the warmth of his skin against yours, straightening your back when his fingers brush against the cloth of your panties, feeling the wet spot on the lacy pair (his self-proclaimed favorite one from your closet.)
“Yeah but unlike you, I know a time and place for things like this and right now is a very bad time to try and fuck me while I've got everyone from Hollywood to attend to.”
You huff and shudder yet you betray the meaning of your own words anyways, proceeding to spread your legs a little to give him a bit more access. Biting back a soft gasp when his fingers slide between the covered folds of your wet cunt, feeling the wet puddle in between your legs.
“Sweetie, sweetie…”
He coos, starting a slow rhythm, index and middle fingers circling against your entrance.
“You may call me predictable but you're a hypocrite. Not a very good trait to have either.”
Norton murmurs with a smug smile. You roll your eyes and try to ignore the wanton haze settling into your body, that delectable flush of warmth threatening to distract you but you continue focusing on the task at hand as photographers come in consistent waves. The flashing lights would almost be distracting if it weren't for Norton's touches that's making you crave more of it, leaving you in a stasis of constant need.
The thought of these cameras and flashes capturing the untold moment of one of the biggest stars trying to get a feel of your pussy made you more excited, knowing that the pictures would only show you and Norton taking cordial pictures on your special day with seemingly nothing else happening.
Norton being so motivated and clever are traits that you admire yet also have come to loathe when his dick does the thinking, the piece of shit calling up the damn paparazzi too just to continue this little game he initiated, roping you in before you can even realize the arena that you're pushed in.
Classic Norton Campbell.
The threat of embarrassment crept closer as familiar faces popped up, family members and other recognized friends all calling out to you to wish you a belated birthday. Making you inwardly panic and try to shove your arousal into a box for later.
“Damnit, Ronald. Your dick can wait…”
You whimper.
“My parents are here!— You know how persistent they are!”
You point out with a frown, watching your mother and father basically wrestle their way through the crowd, calling your name out proudly and telling you to take pictures with them.
And to that Norton smirks, never losing his grip on you, retracting his hand from between your legs and resting them back on your hip.
“Do you want me to make you cum while they're here?”
He jokes as they come up on stage, immediately taking their places on either side of you and Norton. Your mother gushing about how lovely you looked and your father joking you about how the two of you looked good together.
You just shut Norton up, posing for the cameras with your little family though you almost flinched when you felt your mom's arm around your shoulders.
As the moment dragged on and you felt your cheeks turn numb from the constant smiling, you felt a familiar hand try to worm its way between your legs from behind.
“Norton!”
You curse in between closed teeth, your parents barely hearing anything thanks to the crowd and the stupid symphony of clicking cameras. Your lover just smirks and puts an index finger against his lips.
And that's when you started praying to any god out there, your breathing turning uneven from the constant teasing. Squeezing your knees together to repel him from continuing. Your mind is fighting between focusing on the moment or your arousal, trying to keep this under the wraps. You already feel a puddle forming in between your thighs, slick with excitement.
Thankfully though, your parents didn't seem to notice what was happening due to Norton being rather sneaky. He made sure to immediately pull his hand out from under your dress when the situation starts becoming a bit obvious before diving back to fondle your pussy when everyone's guards are down.
Arousal seeps into your whole body again, instinctually craving for more yet you try to keep composure and self-restraint.
“You're such a gentleman, Norton, I hope you're taking good care of them.”
Your father smiles, clueless about what had transpired.
“I wouldn't be surprised if they already have something more with Norton!”
Your mother teases you.
“Mom! It's not like that!”
You yelp with a blush on your cheeks, thankful for this short reprieve from arousal. Norton chuckles with upturned eyes, amused by your mother's statement.
“Oh, just trust me when I say that I do take such good care of them that we'd almost be mistaken for lovers.”
Your parents leave the stage in fits of laughter, commenting about Norton. You sigh a breath of relief once they're gone, feeling like it lasted an eternity yet ended too quickly.
“That was so fucking risky.”
You warn him but he shrugs and pulls you back against his hip when Vera and Margaretha had tried to call for you to get off the stage and talk to them, making you ignore them. Damn bitch whistling at some more photographers to take pictures.
“Norton, quit acting like a possessive boyfriend and just let me go. We can fuck later.”
Mild irritation crosses your features but he shakes his head.
“They're not worth it, honey.”
Before he adds.
“By the way, the clothes Vera and Margaretha wanted to give to you are second hand and two sizes too small for you. They just packaged whatever shit they found from the very end of their closet as a piss poor attempt to show they care about you.”
He huffed out a laugh, playing with the waistband of your underwear from underneath, causing you to shiver to feel his large and warm palm on your rear.
“Just say your dick's the best gift I'll receive today, no need to put the others down.”
Norton lets out a hearty laugh at that, grinning ear to ear.
That's one of the many things you love about the asshole and your relationship dynamic with him, the playful push and pull banter paired with that crooked smile he wore, illuminating radiance. Perfectly imperfect.
Everyone else wished you a happy birthday and kept asking you and Norton questions, especially about the nature of your relationship which neither of you bothered to disclose despite how glaringly obvious it was. Nonetheless, the two of you expertly weaved through every question even as Norton continued to grope and squeeze your ass or desperately tried to move your panties out of the way to fondle your wet pussy.
You had to bite back barks of laughter when his attempts kept being unsuccessful, having to abort missions when things kept getting risky due to the influx of people.
It was nice though to know that he has some semblance of shame and worry for your dignity.
As the next set of photographers came, you had to hold back from rolling your eyes at the constant stream of the same damn questions and the same damn routine, feeling as if there's damn more photographers than guests at your own party but you're not too disappointed when Norton's here trying to hide how foolish his actions are behind your back.
You straightened up and discreetly tried pulling his wrist, grabby hand that's worming its way to your sopping cunt, gritting your teeth and telling him to stop for a second, a spark of arousal causing warmth to fill your lower body when he fondles your sex.
“That big shot journalist is here, can you stop that for a second?”
You plead, shuddering when you feel his fingers slide against your entrance, teasing your slit with your own arousal. Wetness ebbs even further into the fabric of your panties.
“Are you serious? I don't wanna waste a chance like this after your parents. Makes me even want to do this to you.”
He emphasizes the word by gently pushing a finger inside, pressing past into your warm walls that immediately tighten up around him. You softly gasp and he groans in delight at the reaction of your body.
“So fucking wet, I bet you were touching yourself during your little vacation. I can feel how much your pussy misses me.”
Norton whispers but to the audience, it looked like playful flirting, especially with his hand behind you.
Little did they know, though.
The crowd cheered, especially that one big shot journalist that everyone recognizes but nobody remembers the name apart from the moniker they use. They continue to wall you up in questions that you continue to deflect and give half-assed answers while Norton's gently fingering you and feeling you up. Gliding up and down your cunt, coaxing out some of your arousal.
All you could focus on was the feeling of his finger massaging your insides, gently sliding in and out of your arousal while everyone seemed so focused on how sweet you and Norton are acting. Especially the fact that he wanted to take pictures with only you (only exception being your parents since he does want to impress them.)
Time moved quickly, you waded through every interview, only focusing on Norton's touches and constant teasing and before you knew it, he was dragging you to one of the many spare rooms in the hotel you were hosting your birthday in.
“There's still guests!—”
He shushed you quickly with a wet and desperate kiss on your exposed neck, making you shudder as he hastily locked the door and immediately pushed you down on the bed, tangling you into a heated tsunami of kisses. Teeth, tongue and lips scattering against your skin and leaving you breathless — aching for more.
Norton drawls a whimper out of you when his hands travel around your body, relearning every contour and curve of you. You squirm underneath him and paint the air with soft little noises, each attached with a potential for something much louder.
“Then keep quiet because I could give less of a damn about keeping appearances right now, if I didn't really care I would've ripped those little lacy panties and bent you over on stage in front of Hollywood to see.”
Norton pants, continuing to feel you up and down, grinding his erection against your thigh with all self-control thrown out the window as soon as the door was locked.
You feel warmth throb in your core, weakly complaining at that surprisingly vulgar yet sexy threat, pushing your thigh up between his legs to feel his aching cock.
“Shit… You got sexier after a week of me not seeing you.”
“Fuck— Don't say shit like that or else I wanna see my little birthday celebrant ruined tonight, wanna see your tight cunt dripping with my cum.”
He promises with a growl, continuing to distract you with the feel of his lips against yours in hasty sloppy kisses, eating up every noise and reaction as he undoes your clothing, keeping his body in between your legs to prevent you from escaping.
That threat sent a shiver of arousal up your spine and you gasped at the thought that's soon to become reality, feeling a greedy hand already snake its way down your legs to feel your wetness, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at how proud he looks to have made your body react this way.
“Just fuck me already and get it over with then.”
You playfully seethe, helping him undo his pants, shuddering delightfully at the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Such a simple noise that speaks volumes of what the intention is.
“Oh-ho, that makes me want to spend the whole day locked up in here with you and make you forget everyone else's faces and names except mine.”
He retorted back with a cheeky glint in his eyes, spreading your legs.
You couldn't hold back a moan when his cock springs free from his clothing, the heat in the room turns thicker and the arousal rushing between your bodies feels so palpable. The desperation, the neediness and the desires grow more obvious and makes you more prone to do anything to fill your own cup.
He watches your beautiful self sprawled all over the cheap white sheets, every quiver and every tremble of your body he swallows greedily.
Norton holds his girth by the base and looks at you with those typical bedroom eyes, beautiful brown eyes swamped with wanton need as he slides his cock in between your folds, feeling your cunt try to clench around the member.
“Damnit, Norton…”
You sigh, biting your lip as the two of you watched this debauched show. He chuckles with a strained grunt, continuing to still tease you, his fat tip rubbing your clit in circles. Sending sparks of hotness throughout your body, watching you physically get wetter and slicker.
You'd have expected him to ram his dick inside of you the moment he entered the building but it seems edging him all week had smartened him up a bit to think of tactics to use on you. Now he's the one pulling all the strings while you're left weeping and wet against his throbbing dick.
“I think it's a bit deserved, you're writhing so cutely and waiting for me to put it in. Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean I'll give you what you want so easily.”
He hums, sliding the head in between your slick folds, grinding just the tip of his cock into your entrance. Feeling your walls flutter around him.
“Weren't you the impatient bastard who's unable to stop rubbing his dick on me the moment you glued yourself onto my side?”
You frown and pout, bucking your hips against his and whining, trying to envelop his whole cock into you.
“If you say you want me to fuck you already, it undermines the effect of my teasing, sweetie. I should do the opposite of the things you ask of me.”
A loud moan was ripped out of your throat when he slams it in unannounced, waiting for your guard down. He gasps when he feels your pussy squeeze him tightly and you blush at the loud contact of skin against skin.
“You're just the worst!—”
You gasp, arching your back, feeling him perfectly fill you.
Norton curses under his breath, eyes wide for a second when he registers the feeling of your pulsating walls hug him tightly, your body quivering underneath him at the sudden forcefulness — just how you like it
“You know you love the worst.”
He teases, keeping himself buried until the hilt, feeling you throb around him. A feeling he's so damn addicted to. Grunting softly and basking in the moment before pulling his whole length out slowly, dragging it out to feel his thickness rub against your tightness.
“Yeah? Like your acting, I sure do love that.”
You hear him snort in laughter, shaking his head at you. The atmosphere welcomed a little bit of lightheartedness in this heavy wanton heat. Tad bit of silliness sprinkled during sexy times.
Norton revels in the restrained moans and high whines that come out of you, babbling and whimpering, complaining about him. There's a certain charm he loves in this constant tug of war, a push and pull of insults and snark that makes you all the more attractive and so enjoyable to be around.
He loves how feisty you are, loves a little challenge taming a brat like you.
“Feel that?”
He asks and before you can respond, he roughly slams his whole cock inside of you, delighted in the reaction of your body arching in response.
“I can't keep quiet if you keep doing this!”
You whimper and sob as he pulls apart your legs, grinding his pelvis against yours with a groan.
“Feel it, memorize the shape of my dick first while I memorize how much this cunt missed me.”
He growls and all you could do was moan, looking at the intersection where your body meets his, his fat dick throbbing deep inside of you, just barely grazing a spot he's very familiar with.
This surprises you but nonetheless you found this new change rather sexy.
Wetness pools out of you, arousal at an all time high as he continues to tease you, grinding his cock inside of you.
“Norton— fuck— What's up with the theatrics… Don't tell me you've been working harder ever since my pussy wasn't clouding your mind?”
You laugh as you match his rhythm, sparking more arousal as you both humped and grinded into each other, enjoying the feeling of Norton being inside of you.
“Just prepared a two in one welcome and birthday gift package for you, sweetheart. I'll make sure to get back on schedule later, I just don't want you to forget the shape of me.”
Your face warms at his words. Norton grins, sliding himself out before hastily pushing himself back inside, making you cry out. His strokes are long, unforgiving and slow — relying on the forcefulness of his thrusts to keep you on your toes, aching for more.
“Christ, Norton — I get it. No need to shove your magic dick pride in my face!”
You retort back in between whimpers he can only coax out of your throat, Your body bouncing up and down the mattress as he continues at an agonizing pace, keeping you at a stasis for wanting more.
You throw your head back and grip on the sheets, sobbing softly, the increments of silence between the sounds of skin are wide as he bullies the shape of his dick inside of you to remind you of what you'd been missing when you took a sick leave. The hotness is there but he's purposefully missing the spot that makes you see stars, keeping his speed stationary so you're begging for more.
“You're so fucking cute when you're pleading for me to fuck you fast and rough.”
He chuckles. Hard, slow, torturous. Sliding in and out of your aching pussy. The rhythm that makes you come undone being gate kept by him.
The flame is there but he's barely reaching it, the perfect combination, so close yet so far. The path to your climax is paved but it's only for half-way.
You cry for him, trying to grind your hips, even reach down to touch your clit but he swipes your wrists up above your head. Pinning them down and going slower.
“Norton!”
“Just like that, that's the desperation I wanna see on my treasure.”
And finally, he speeds up.
It almost makes you dizzy. You gasp and moan, feeling him fuck into you with pent up frustration, hips swiftly moving back and forth. His pace is sloppy yet forceful and impatient, angling his thrusts to meet your sweet spot.
Finally, that curdling ball of heat grows and expands, your lower body becomes hotter and hotter as you stop giving a shit and cry for him. His name is the only guest on the list that you remember and pronounce, the wet noises of your squelching pussy and the sounds of his skin against yours filling the room in a dizzying atmosphere of degeneracy and lust.
You moan for him, your back arching so wonderfully to meet him as you wet his cock with a creamy white ring around the base. You sob and gasp.
“Cum around me again, like you always did— Fuck! so fucking good for me treasure…”
He babbles, pressing his body into yours, expertly sliding himself in and out of you, swallowing your cries in his lips. Telling you to cum with him, at the same time, as he fills your sweet pussy up like he always did.
You're swamped in hot pleasure, tipped over the edge. You cry and sob and moan into his mouth, feeling a hotness flood your insides, each spurt filling you up so nice and warm.
You don't immediately come down from your high. You're a quivering and crying mess, taking a bit longer to calm down. Your cunt throbbing and fluttering around his cock, you couldn't stop shaking underneath Norton. Your mind exploding from the pleasure you've missed.
“That's it, oh— That's it, treasure. Keep cumming around my cock like that…”
He groans and prolongs it further, making you protest before he quickly shushes you, cooing at you. His fingers gently massaging your clit as he feels your walls milk him for every drop, your cries filling the room.
All you could say was his name, sobbing and whining loudly for him. Unable to say anything else as your orgasm crashes into you like a tsunami.
He handles you gently despite the prick overstimulating you a bit, kissing you and grinding into you to feel your pussy squeeze him as you cum around his cock. It was overwhelming as it is wonderful, a sensation he's hooked on since the first time he had sex with you. He loves it when you come undone around him and leaves you shaking, unable to control the spasms of your orgasm.
When you finally calm down, a wave of sleepiness washes over you and you sigh with a shudder. Still feeling himself balls deep inside of you.
“Never felt you cum that hard around me before, that was so sexy, hearing you cry out for me.”
He teased you with a wet kiss and you sigh, pinching his nose with a glare.
“Asshole.”
You huff, weakly punching him on the arm.
Norton erupts in laughter at your cute attempt to punish him, swallowing you in a big and strong hug.
“Oh come on, love. I couldn't help myself, you look so damn hot when you're shaking uncontrollably.”
“Now it's your fault that I won't have the energy to spend on my own birthday party.”
He nuzzles into your neck and sighs. You shudder at the feeling of his weight against yours, a familiar heaviness associated with home and comfort.
“It's fine, just say you got diarrhea from Naib’s shitty cake he brought, so now your partner is taking care of you.”
“Ugh! You're unbelievable!”