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norman jayden smut. ykw i want.

you got it. thanks for giving me ur copy of resident evil<3 cw: drug use/drug addiction/drug withdrawal, stay safe qts. tags: femdom, smut wow, dubcon for both parties?, exhibitionism, humiliation, lil bit of praise, he wants to call you mommy but he doesnt, begging, you give him a handy and thats abt it, genderneutral but implied fem reader (duh)

I was finishing up a quick job for Jayden as he was quickly sent off on another, something across the country. He trusted me to stay behind and make sure it got wrapped up, however, walking into work afterwards was another story.

“Why aren’t you with Jayden?”

My boss spoke harshly with a donut and cup of coffee. The conversation was shortlived;

“I didn’t want to go?”

“Get your ass over there or you’re not getting paid.”

And so, much to my reluctance, I was coerced into joining him on the case he was deployed to. I was packed up and shipped off within the hour, with not much preplanning and not a single word was spoken to Norman about my arrival.

Not too long after landing, I’d been set up in the same hotel room, and was directed to the police station where they updated me on the case.

I synced up my ARI glasses to his as I walked through the building, trying to skim the current information on record. I was slowly making my way to his new appointed office.

Walking into the room was the last thing I expected.

The back of his chair was facing the doorway, but I saw myself— or an AI version of myself (which was, for some reason or another, completely naked)— and his whines were filling up the room quietly, and by the moment it seemed he didn’t care about being caught in his office. The AI looked up at me, and Jayden immediately flung his glasses off, causing the AI to disappear. He quickly pulled his pants up and spun his chair to face me.

His tie was loosely strung around his neck, despite being completely untied, his button up messily unbuttoned at the top and his jacket slung around the top of his chair, his pants still unzipped and unbuttoned, though he was modest enough to hide his dick behind his underwear.

“Are you joking?”

I slowly took my glasses off, folding them and placing them in my pocket. His face was completely white and pale, his nose was bleeding slightly and his hands were trembling as he desperately held onto the arms of his chair.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry- I don’t- I don’t know what this is. I’ve never- I’ve never seen this.. Before. In my life.” He realised he was caught in a lie as he spoke the wrong words, stammering over every word he could get out. “God, what is this strange technology?” He pretended to analyse the glasses, really trying to take the attention away from himself.

“Norman.”

“I’ve never done this before. I promise.”

“I don’t really care if you have or haven’t.” I sighed. “You’re on tripto again?”

“Can’t..” Jayden cut himself short, unable to continue his sentence. His bloodshot eyes looked up at me, a hint of desperation in them. His clammy hands struggled to keep a solid grip on the armrests. I couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been like this for, he’d been alone in this city for a few hours, and however much longer had he been locked away in this grungy office, trying not to get fired.

There’s a moment of silence between us, it was awkward, the room was hot and he was drenched in sweat. My eyes slowly scanned him, trying to fully process what was going on.

“I need to stay busy until this goes away.”

“I’ll let you—” I spoke, turning to leave.

“No.” He rushed out. “Please. Stay.”

“I don’t want to fuck you like this.”

Jayden's brows furrowed, as he quickly blinked. “I’m not high, Alright? I can consent, god, I’m so fucking sober." He spoke quickly.

“Norman—”

“You just saw me jerking off to an AI version of you.” He did a loose hand gesture, motioning about his previous actions. “Wouldn’t you say we’re past formalities?”

“How long have you had that?”

“Long enough to know that I want this.” The words hung heavy in the air, exposing his previous lie. As much as I wanted to believe the withdrawal was speaking for him, him having such a thing is not something made in just a moment’s notice of desperation. How long had Jayden wanted to fuck me?

I sighed and walked closer to him, one hand placed on the top of the chair like the AI had, leaning over him. “You are despicable.” I spoke harshly and he only let out a pathetic whine.

“Please.”

His button and zip remained undone, his white underwear made this seem almost innocent. Almost. I slid my hand under the fabric, feeling his wet and hard cock beneath my fingers.

“Ah, fuck.” He whined, jerking his hips upwards to meet the touch. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the girth of it, every single touch made him react like a virgin. “So soft.” He whispered, his hips twitching at the sensation.

“What if our supervisor saw that thing? What do I even call it?”

“It’s you.” He mumbled out.

“It’s not me. I’m me.”

“It’s.. I wish it was you.”

“You have to tell the supervisor about this.” I said sternly. “You’re explaining this to him.”

“Yes, yes, anything, just touch me, keep touching me.” He pleaded.

He threw his head back with a moan as I slowly stroked his length, limited by the fabric. He got the hint and tried to free himself from the tight clothes, lowering them just enough to give me control before his fingers returned tightly to the armrests.

“Good boy.” I purred and he took the fastest double take I’ve ever seen in my life before whimpering, going slightly limp in the chair.

He kept squirming slightly at my touch, writhing against it as his head stayed tilted back. There was a sheen of sweat covering his entire body and at this point, it was hard to tell if it was from me or not.

My hand reached the tip of his cock, lingering there as I gently squeezed the soft head, his body tensed up completely and his head jerked forward to look at me with wide eyes. His lips looked red and plump and his face was a subtle pink. His fingernails dug into the soft plush of the armrests, threatening to rip it to pieces.

“Touch... Let me...” He struggled out between pants. “Please.”

“Go on.”

He didn’t need much permission beyond that, quickly tugging at my white t-shirt, successfully pulling it over my head, despite needing to lose contact, he was being so, so very brave about it. I tugged his jacket off the top of his chair, throwing it around my shoulders to cover my back from the doorway and placing my shirt in its place.

“Someone could walk in. You know that right?” I spoke, wrapping my hand around his aching cock again.

He nodded mindlessly, still a whining mess as his hands reached up to feel my torso, his palms explored as much as he could. He was still meticulous, almost careful to not push his luck despite how unfortunate of a situation he’d found himself in.

“I wanna do so much to you.” He confessed, still mindless, I don’t even think he was aware of the words leaving his mouth as his eyes stayed glued to my body. “Please don’t let this be the only time we do this.”

“Keep it down.” I spoke sternly. His response was merely an incoherent string of ‘Yes, sorry’ and ‘Please, more’, and it was hard to make it out. “Do you want someone to catch us?”

“Yes—”

He quickly let out a loud moan before covering his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes and harshly hitting his head against the headrest. His other hand was still on my body, greedily squeezing what he could.

“You want that to be your first impression?”

He shook his head, keeping his hand tight on his mouth.

“Or do you want everyone to know I’m all yours?”

“God, fuck, yes.” He finally choked out, lowering his hand. “Y’re so sexy. They’ll want you s’bad, I want you. So bad.”

“You’re pathetic.” I whispered, leaning closer to his face.

“I know.”

“You always like this?”

“Sometimes.” He spoke quickly, opening his eyes briefly to watch me. “Not always.”

My hand lingered back to his tip, squeezing it again, watching him squirm helplessly beneath me as he struggled to breathe, talk or even think. The only sounds that left him for the few moments I kept him like this were whimpers.

“You think about this often?” I moved back to stroke his shaft, harder and faster, getting sick of this taking so long but it was expected from a drug addict.

“Sometimes.” He stammered out.

“Not always?”

He just sighed before a deep moan crawled its way out of his soul. “Ohh, fuck me. Please please please.” He pleaded, his eyes wide once again.

I smiled down at him and he looked like he was about to cry at the sight of it.

“You moan like a pornstar.”

“Y/n, I’m so fuckin’ close.” He whined out desperately.

His hips began to jerk to meet my movements.

“Let me, please, let me—”

His jaw finally went slack and his breathing quickened, he tried to swallow thickly but his throat was completely dry, his hands fell from their places without moving very far, one landed on the armrest and the other desperately clung to the jacket.

“Be a good boy.” I praised and he instantly preened under the words. “Cum for me, Jayden.”

“Oh god, fuck, oh god.” He spoke, slowly chanting as it peaked in volume. It was high pitch and sounded like a squeak as he got faster. “Oh god, fuckfuckfuck.”

I quickly moved my hand to the tip of his cock, catching all his cum in my palm to not ruin his suit, or make our rendezvous more obvious than it already was. He desperately thrust into my hand to finish his orgasm as he whimpered and whined through it.

“You got it. You’re doing great.”

He sighed though it sounded the exact same as a whine as he tried to milk his cock with my hand before slumping down completely.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He babbled, trying to catch his breath.

I pulled my hand away from him, opening my palm to see his mess. I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure what he was even apologising for, if it even was for anything in specific. He squirmed and slightly thrashed against the chair as he tried to calm himself. I couldn’t find anything in the room that I could wipe my hand with, and keeping it open only made him stare into it.

“I’m so sorry.” He pleaded.

“Relax.” I said sternly, shaking my head at him. “Use your words.”

“About the AI, I just—”

“It’s fine, consider it forgotten.”

“It’s weird, it’s creepy. I feel like a ra—”

“Then don’t use it again.” I said bluntly. “This conversation's over, Norman.”

He looked up at me, nodding slightly as he glanced back down to my palm. He wasn’t the easiest to read but it was clear to tell he had a million thoughts.

The door opened and I flinched slightly, turning my head to see a cop walk in, careful to keep my back to him and my cum-covered hand hidden from view, while also shielding Jaydens flaccid cock from prying eyes.

“Carter!” Jayden exclaimed, looking like a deer in headlights, still hiding behind my body.

He stared in silence for a moment, tossing the new file on the desk and turning around and leaving without a word.

“Two things you have to explain to our supervisor.” I said plainly.

I walked past him and found something to wipe my hand on, finding a packet of tissues hidden away. I opened it harshly, as best I could with one hand, wiped off the solidifying liquid and tossed it in the trash.

“You should get your pants on.” I spoke, standing in front of him again, handing him his jacket so I could put my shirt back on.

He frowned. “Don’t act like this. Please.” I figured once he’d came, he’d go back to his usual self, but of course not. He was still vulnerable and I was being a dick.

“You did great, Norm.” I praised softly.

He sighed as he tried to shuffle his pants back on, doing them up properly this time. He tensed slightly, and I tried to sooth it by running my fingers through his sweaty hair. He looked completely dishevelled, and Carter probably had the sight of his life.

“I meant it.” He spoke boldly after a few moments of silence. Despite his scruffy appearance, Jayden wanted his intentions to be as clear as possible. “I don’t.. I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“If we don’t get fired, I’ll make a note of it.”

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