Hayley @hayleylatour - Tumblr Blog

Nov 7, 2025

HEDONIST

mechanic!noah x reader

Chapter Seven

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, noah being vocal and not in a hot way LMAO, seriously he's so fucking annoying i need him, chapter 7 and 8 were both pretty short and my lovely best friend @likeavillan helped convince me to put them together to make one longer chapter instead so here it is <3

i'm so sorry for how inactive i've been lately, i have soo many things to to reply to and asks to answer which i'll be getting around to soon!! but it's my birthday tomorrow and i wanted to post this tonight because my next few days are gonne be super busy!! <3

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His lips crashed against yours, kissing you lazily but there was still heat behind it. His hands were under the hem of your- his- shirt, the rough pads of his fingers tracing circles on the bare skin of your lower back and hips. Every pass of his thumbs over the elastic of your panties sent a rush to your head and heat to your lower belly. You shifted subtly, trying to do something to ease the ache between your thighs, but feeling how hard he was in his boxers only made it worse.

He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss as he leaned back against the headboard, a lazy smirk already playing on his lips. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded as he looked up at you, scanning your face.

“Comfortable up there, princess?” He teased, his finger hooking into your waistband again, but not making any move to tug them off.

“Yeah.” You breathed, trying to sound nonchalant, shifting again to hide how your inner thighs trembled.

You leaned down to capture his lips again, hoping to distract him, your tongue sweeping against his as you moved your hips, grinding down on him again, seeking more contact. He groaned softly into your mouth, his hands sliding down to cup your ass firmly. He then squeezed, pulling you tighter against him, forcing your center flush against the thick hardness hidden under his boxers. And oh, the sudden pressure was delicious, making you gasp against his lips.

You rocked forwards again, slower this time, and a tiny whimper escaped you when the friction felt just right. He pulled back again, his smirk widening into a grin.

“That’s it,” he purred, one of his hands coming up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, the other still holding you against him, “Take what you need.” His gaze dropped down to where your bodies met. “Feels good, huh? Rubbing that sweet little pussy against my dick? I bet you’re getting real wet for me under there.”

You were. The combined sensation of his rough hands on you, his lips on yours and rubbing yourself against his hard cock? This was heaven. You clenched around nothing, and you tried to hide just how desperate and pathetic he was making you by kissing him harder. You ground down harder against him now, rocking your hips… but then suddenly your back hit the mattress with a soft thump.

Noah positioned himself between your thighs, one hand planted beside you, holding himself up and the other cupping you through your underwear, feeling just how soaked it had become.

You were an idiot. You shouldn’t want this as much as you do. You shouldn’t have imagined this very moment as much as you had.

His fingers pressed a little firmer against you, and you whined into the kiss- and you could feel him smirk against your lips.

“You hate me this much, huh?” He whispered between kisses.

“Shut up.”

“So bossy,” he pressed his fingers just right, “Let’s see how long it’ll take for your act to break… you could barely take my fingers last time and now you want my cock, huh? I don’t think you’d be able to handle it, baby.”

Your cheeks burned red, and his words, the humiliation, only made the ache between your thighs stronger, and your hips rocked into his touch.

“I can.” You whispered, eyes falling shut.

“You can?” He laughed, pulling back slightly to tug your underwear down, throwing somewhere by the side of the bed. “Babe, this dick ruins girls who’ve been fucking around for years… they can’t take it, they cry on it, they lose their minds, they say it’s too much, and you…” his thumb found your swollen clit, brushing over it in a slow circle, “You’ve never even taken real dick before-”

“You’re so fucking full of yourself, Noah.” You panted, squirming under his touch, “You- fuck!”

He pressed one long finger in, gently eased it back out before pushing a second in too, smirking as your thighs tried to shut around him.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt you, sweetheart. What were you saying?”

You swallowed hard, your teeth gritted as you glared at him through hazy eyes. And just as you opened your mouth to speak, he curled his fingers, rubbing that delicious spot again.

“Noah…!” You threw your head back against the pillows, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed, “You want me to stop?”

You shook your head.

“What do you want, then? Tell me, princess.”

“More… I can take it.” You whispered, your eyes meeting his- and shit, you almost came right then.

“Oh, I don’t think you can.” He taunted, “No… you’d split in half, you wouldn’t be able to take this-.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Your hips bucked against him, desperate and humiliated, but aroused beyond belief.

“Mmh.” He curled his fingers again, dragging another helpless cry from you, “Sweetheart, you can’t even handle what I’m doing to you right now.”

“Please,” you breathed, already hating how fast you’ve given in, “I can-”

“Ohh, are you begging me already?” He grinned, clearly loving this already judging by the way his eyes were lit up. He kissed the corner of your mouth and purred, “Who am I to deny my good girl?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, but look at you…” He chuckled, pushing his boxers down his thighs. And you froze when you looked down at it.

He wasn’t lying.

“...Oh my god.” You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it slipped from your lips anyway. And clearly, you were only boosting his ego.

“Yeah, that’s all real baby,” he laughed, his voice was pure sin, “First time you’ve ever seen a real one, huh? Still think you can take it?”

You swallowed hard, nodding your head, not trusting yourself to use your words.

“Say it,” he demanded, his tone mocking and cruel, “Beg me again.”

“I want,” you gasped, feeling a little dizzy as his thumb found your clit again, “Please… Noah…”

“Please what, babe?” His cock slid along your wet folds, teasing your entrace with the broad head, making your brain malfunction, “Please… what?”

You fucking hated him. You hated that you couldn’t stop yourself. You hated that you didn’t want to stop.

“...Please, I need you… inside me.”

“God,” he groaned, his head falling back, running one hand through his messy hair, “You sound so fucking sweet when you’re needy.”

Then, with one hand guiding his cock, the other still holding him up, he leaned down to kiss you and pushed forward just enough for the fat tip to breach your entrance. You dug your nails into his shoulders, the stretch making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Shit!” You groaned against his lips, already feeling your mind start to float away.

“Mm, that’s it baby. Just the tip.” He whispered against your ear, nipping at your neck as he held himself there, not moving. “Feel how big I am? This is all you’re getting. You’re too fucking tight to take the rest yet.”

You felt tears fill your eyes from the overwhelming stretch, but it only made you want more. You wanted all of him. He did feel huge, and although the stretch was almost unbearable, it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Oh, look at you,” he laughed softly, “This little pussy’s never had to work this hard before, huh?”

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut again as he thrust forward barely an inch, then pulled out again.

“Mm, told you I’m fucking huge. You still think you can take it all?”

“Youre so- god, youre so cocky.” You shook your head, but you felt him smirk against your neck.

“I’m realistic, baby… look at you, whining and crying over just the head splitting you open!”

“Shut up.” You groaned, shame and pleasure both mixing together in your belly.

“Why?” He tased, rolling his hips again just enough for the stretch to steal your breath, “Am I wrong? You’re barely handling what I’m giving you, and I’ve got so much more waiting…”

You whimpered, your hips lifting helplessly to meet his.

“Gonna need to train you, princess.” He whispered, pressing himself just a little deeper, “I’m gonna have to stretch you out… get you nice and ready to take it all.” He chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing your skin again.

God, you wanted to put him in his place, make him shut up and stop being so damn full of himself- but your walls clenched around him, betraying you and earning a groan from him.

“Fuck… you like it, don’t you? Knowing you can’t take me, knowing how much bigger I am than all those toys you stuff inside yourself at night.”

“Shut up!” You forced out, but you could feel him grin against you.

“Baby, nothing else is gonna compare after this. All you’ll ever be able to think about is me.”

As if that wasn’t the truth already.

“Noah.. please, I-”

“Please what?” He asked through a grin, his cock twitching inside you, “Do you even know what you’re asking me for?”

“More..” You whimpered, rolling your own hips again like you could force it deeper.

“More?” He mocked as he slipped one hand beneath your shirt, “You sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You nodded frantically, but he just chuckled and kissed the side of your neck again.

“Fuck, you’re begging to get split open when you can’t even take oneinch… you’re pathetic, babe.” He taunted as his hand slid up from your stomach to squeeze your tits.

“You’re so fucking mean.” You said, though it came out as more of a breath, making him smirk.

“And you’re dripping down my balls for it.” He pulled back just enough for his tip to catch at your entrance, then he pushed it in again, making you cry from the sudden stretch. “Oh, baby, feel how tight you are? Fuck, I almost feel bad for you.”

You whimpered, going out of your mind already. You didn’t give a fuck how needy or desperate you sounded any more as you buried your face in his neck.

“Please, please, Noah…” You sobbed.

“You still begging me for more? How much do you think you can take? You seriously think you could take it all?”

“I’ll… I’ll try.” You nodded, clinging to his shoulders.

“Mm, you’re sure? Cause once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re full.”

“Please.” You whispered one more time, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

That’s when you felt it, he pushed in a little more, and then a little more. You gasped, the stretch a little painful, but so good you saw stars.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He whispered, “Take it all, like you’ve been begging for… feel me stretching you? That’s not even half of it yet… shit- I’m trying to be nice but it’s like your pussy’s trying to suck me in… you still want more?”

Why can’t he just shut the fuck up and fuck you?

“Yes,” you said, your eyes rolling back as he played with your clit again, “I… please…”

But being the asshole that he is, instead of giving you more, he pulled out completely, leaving you whining and pulsing around nothing. His cock slid wet against your clit, the tip nudging it as he rocked his hips, and yours chased him before you could even stop yourself.

“Ohh you are needy,” he teased, “Bet you’d hump my thigh if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

“Noah, stop fucking teasing or I swear-”

He positioned the head against your entrance again.

“You swear what, angel?”

“I’ll- ohmygodohmygod…” You drew in a sharp breath as he finally did it, the stretch went from overwhelming to unbearable pleasure, inch after inch sliding in until you felt so full it hurt.

“There you go, baby,” he grinned, “This what you wanted? Shit you’re squeezing me so tight I don’t know how long I’m gonna last…”

Your thighs shook as he slowly pulled back, before sliding in again. You almost choked on a moan, clinging to his body as you felt your mind float away with every thrust.

He started off slow, but his pace soon began to pick up, and with his thumb still rubbing circles over your clit, you couldn’t help but clench around him, pulling almost pained sounds out of him. All you could do was lay there, and take all the mindblowing pleasure he was giving…

“I’m really not gonna last long, baby… not with you looking so pretty underneath me… bet you never thought we’d ever be here, huh?”

“Noah!” You tried to warn, but it came out as a whimper…

“Yes, baby? You want more?”

“No, I want you to stop fucking talking.”

He laughed at that, and shook his head.

“There’s only one way to shut me up, princess.”

Your eyes met his, then his drifted down to your lips, and you tangled your fingers into his hair as you pulled him down, your lips colliding with desperation, hate, frustration, need- everything he’s ever made you feel.

“Can feel you squeezing me,” he said as he pulled back, his voice raspy, “You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum on your first real cock?”

You nodded, your hands cupping his face and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Let go for me, baby.” He whispered against your lips, and suddenly the feeling of his cock stretching you out, his fingers playing with your clit and his body on yours all became too much…

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, you moaned into his mouth as you clenched around him again and again, your thighs trembling and your body melting further into the mattress.

“Fuckk-” He groaned, and you felt him twitch inside you.

Then he buried himself deep with one, long, hard, final thrust, making your body jolt, making you bite his lip so hard you could taste copper, and he spilled inside you.

He stayed there for a moment whilst the both of you caught your breath, long enough for you to stop clenching around him. You were both covered in a sheen of sweat, tears dried on your cheeks and Noah’s lips red and kiss swollen.

Slowly, Noah slid one hand down to your tummy, holding there as he slowly pulled out, the both of you wincing. He tucked himself back into his boxers and he pulled your shirt back down. He collapsed down on the mattress beside you, his breaths slowing whilst yours were still shaky and uneven.

You laid there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had just happened. Because what the fuck…

Noah shifted beside you, you half expected him to roll over and pass out, confirming everything you’ve ever thought about him, but instead he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, his voice a little rough.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe, “Just… exhausted.”

He smiled, propping himself up on one elbow, watching your face carefully.

“Hey,” he brushed a thumb along your cheek, tracing where one of your tears had dried, “You sure? That was a lot for you. You look… somewhere else. It wasn’t too much was it?”

“No,” you chuckled weakly, “I’m fine.”

He gave a small nod, then pushed himself back up, reaching for something behind him.

“Here.” He handed you his water from the nightstand, “Small sips.”

You hesitated before taking it with a simple thanks, but the simple gesture warmed your heart more than you wanted it to. You couldn’t imagine him treating all his girls like this. So have you underestimated him all this time? Was he more than just a fuckboy? Was he really a sweetheart deep down?

You took a few sips of the water, sitting up in the bed as he went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a box of tissues with him.

“Do you want me to help you uh… clean up?” He nodded to where your legs were still slightly spread, they felt like jelly beneath you.

“It’s okay.” You shook your head, “I’ll do that. I should probably pee anyway.”

He nodded, placing the tissues down on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, good idea. I’ll, uh, get you a clean shirt if you want, I’m guessing that one got a little sweaty..”

You nodded, thanking him as you slid out of bed carefully, reaching for your discarded panties on the floor and feeling your legs tremble slightly as you made your way to the bathroom. When you closed the door behind you, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and almost didn’t recognise the girl staring back- hair a mess, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. You shook it off, and continued with the task at hand.

By the time you came back out, Noah was digging through his tour bag. He had pulled out a top for you, one of his band's ones, and he nodded towards it.

“You can wear this if you want…”

You smiled, thanking him as you reached for it. You walked back over to your side of the bed, and turned away from him.

“Noah…”

“Yes?”

“Cover your eyes, please.”

“Babe, I’ve just been inside you.” He laughed, and you heard the thud as he tossed his tour bag back down onto the floor.

“I know, but…”

“Fine!” He chuckled, turning around too to give you your privacy as you changed from one of his shirts into another.

After a couple seconds you told him he could look again, and you climbed back into bed. He joined you, pulling back the covers and sliding in beside you… and then for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

You were still trying to process everything in your head- how this was the one thing you swore would never happen… but now look at you. Then, your thoughts were interrupted as Noah cleared his throat.

“Uh,” he whispered, turning his head slightly towards you, “Do you wanna cuddle…? Or do you want some space?”

You glanced up at him, the question and softness of his voice melting your heart. But you didn’t reply, instead you shuffled closer to him, and he smiled as he slid his arm around you, pulling you closer until your head rest against his shoulder.

You felt safe, you felt taken care of, so you let your eyes close, your let your muscles relax, but before you could drift off, Noah spoke again, his voice a lot more sincere this time.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

“For what?” Your brows drew together as you tilted your head to look up at him.

“For trusting me like that.” He said simply. “For letting me be your first.”

You smiled, letting your eyes shut again.

“Don’t make it weird, Noah.”

He chuckled, his fingers finding yours under the sheets and lacing them together.

“There she is,” he smirked, kissing the back of your hand, “I knew I wouldn’t fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.” You groaned against his chest.

So Noah didn’t speak again after that, and he didn’t move. He just held you, his thumb brushing gentle circles over the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off together…

…

The next morning, sunlight crept through the gaps of the hotel blinds, painting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. You woke up first, or so you thought. Your body felt heavy and sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. When you tried to stretch, a quiet wince escaped you.

“Shit.” You whispered, pressing a hand to your thigh. “Noah, you bastard.”

“Good morning to you too.”

You turned your head and found Noah already awake, lying on his back, his hands tucked behind his head. His hair was a mess, and he looked far too pleased with himself.

“You’re staring, babe.” He said, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

“You’re far too smug for… 9am.”

“Can you blame me?” His grin spread slowly. “You’re walking evidence of how good I am.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You groaned, burying your face in the pillow.

He just laughed softly, then reached over and tugged the blanket up to your shoulders.

“You okay though? You’re making little noises every time you move.”

“I’m sore.” You admitted, your voice muffled against the pillow.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, “Guess I really did a number on you, huh?”

You lifted your head just enough to glare at him.

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

“And you let me fuck you.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him to shut up again, but the way he was looking at you like he was completely unbothered by what happened last night, like nothing had to be weird or awkward now, made you feel relieved.

He rolled out of bed, stretching, his tattoos catching the morning light. Look away look away!!

“You want breakfast before we hit the road?” He asked, “Or should we get something on the way back?”

You sighed into the pillow, trying to will away both the ache in your thighs and the smugness radiating off the man standing half naked by the window.

“Let’s just eat here,” you said finally, your voice muffled. “There’s a cafe down by the lobby. I don’t think I’m ready to sit in the car yet, everything hurts.”

Noah chuckled, picking up his shirt from the floor.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a girl say that.”

You narrowed your tired eyes at him as you swung your legs off the side of the bed. Wincing as you stood, and he just smirked and handed you your jeans.

“C’mon, get dressed. Breakfast is on me, I think you’ve earned it.”

Asshole.

Ten minutes later, you were sitting across from him in the hotel cafe, trying very hard to act normal while your brain was working at a thousand miles per hour. You kept your eyes fixed on your plate, stirring your coffee to keep your hands busy.

Noah, of course, looked completely fine. Totally unbothered. Like this was just another Wednesday morning. His red beanie was back on his head, his elbows rested on the table as he took a bite out of his pancake, and he was scrolling through his phone like the two of you hadn’t just-

“Fuck… I guess I should probably book an sti test when we get back.”

He blinked, looked up, and frowned slightly.

“What?”

You shrugged, stabbing at your eggs.

“Well, you didn’t use protection, did you?”

“Oh yeah, about that… sorry. I didn’t have any on me.”

“Seriously?” Your eyes widened, “The guy who fucks anything that moves doesn’t keep an emergency stash on him?” You gave him a look.

“Hey,” he said, pretending to look offended. “First of all, that’s rude. Second, you don’t even need to worry about getting tested. I’m clean. I always use protection. Last night was actually the first time I’ve never used a condom… ever…”

You studied him for a second, waiting for some kind of smirk or joke, but there wasn’t one.

“Seriously?” Your eyes widened.

“Yes!” He chuckled, “Hell, I’ll even get tested if you don’t believe me. You think I’m not responsible? I take care of myself, sweetheart, and I’d never do anything that’d put you at risk.”

You didn’t really know what to say to that. So you just shrugged.

“Whatever, I’m still getting tested.”

“Good girl,” he said, grinning again as he reached for his coffee, “Your first time and you’re this responsible. I’m proud of you.”

You shot him a glare.

“Eat your damn pancakes, Noah.”

…

An hour later, you and Noah got back in the car and were on your way home. The ride started off quiet, not awkward, but rather peaceful. You had your legs curled up in the passenger seat, Noah’s hoodie draped over your lap like a blanket since you were complaining about being cold, yet Noah had all the windows down, claiming he was too hot.

He had one hand on the wheel, nodding along to whatever song was playing through the speakers. But an hour or so into the trip, he looked over at you.

“Hey, I didn’t realise you were still awake. D’ya wanna play DJ? My phone’s plugged in.”

You hesitated.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding toward his phone. “The passcode is 1234.”

“Of course it is.” You snorted, but smiled, grabbing his phone.

The moment the screen lit up, you saw all the notifications….

Molly: you back in town yet?

Taylor: i missed you last night :(

Unknown number: heyyy when do you get back? I was wondering if you were free tonight hehe

Your stomach turned before you could stop it. You knew who he was, what he was like. You knew this was just him... but somehow, seeing proof of it, especially after the night you just shared, still stung a little.

You forced a small laugh, trying not to let it show.

“Wow, you’re popular.”

“Huh?” He glanced over at you briefly, then back to the road.

“All the girls in your notifications,” you said, ignoring them as you found his spotify. “Impressive.”

He chuckled.

“Oh, that. Yeah, people get clingy.”

“Uh-huh.” You tried to sound casual, but your voice came out a little flat.

“Oh… are you jealous?” He smirked.

“Of what? The line of girls desperate to be ignored by you?”

“Hey, I don’t ignore them,” he said. “I’m a gentleman.”

You shook your head, but you didn’t look at him.

“You’ve got a really weird definition of that word.”

Noah grinned, sensing the tiny shift in your tone.

“Aw, come on, sweetheart. You’re not really mad, are you?”

“No! I’m not mad,” you said too quickly. “Why the fuck would I be mad? It’s not like I-” You cut yourself off, realising how defensive you sounded.

He chuckled under his breath.

“Mm right. You’re doing that thing again, babe.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you pretend you don’t care when you obviously do.”

“Shut up, Noah.” You said before finding an album you liked, putting the first song on and turning the volume up enough to drown him out…

For a while, it was quiet again, except for the music playing. You watched out the window, watching the fields and trees pass by, the occasional gas station… but you could feel your eyes grow heavy again. And after a while, Noah glanced over and saw your head leaning against the window, your eyes finally falling shut.

“Tired?” He asked quietly.

“Mhm.” You hummed, your voice hazy.

He smirked.

“Not surprised after what we did last night.”

“You’re disgusting.” You said, opening your eyes just enough to glare at him.

“You say that a lot, y’know.”

“Yeah. Because it’s true.” You groaned, letting your eyes shut again as you heard him chuckle.

“Go to sleep, princess,” he said quietly after a moment, “I’ll wake you when we’re home.”

You wanted to protest, to tell him not to call you that, but the warmth of his voice and the tiredness taking over made it impossible. Within minutes, you were out.

Noah glanced at you again a few moments later, and he couldn’t help but smile.

…

The next day

When your alarm woke you up for work, you groaned. Not because you had to leave your warm, comfy bed, but because you’d have to face Noah again. And your uncle. You were sure he’d be questioning you about the last couple days, and how you and Noah coped with each other- which is why you were determined to get to the garage first, because you were scared of how much Noah might tell him, and how much he might lie about.

So you got up, took a shower and got dressed. You were supposed to shower last night after Noah dropped you home, but you were still so tired and still a little sore, so you just went straight back to bed. You still couldn’t believe you slept with him, after making a promise to yourself that you would never do that. But what you also couldn’t believe was that you enjoyed it… though it shouldn’t be a surprise, you’d been fantasising about it for weeks.

So, you got to work at 8am, you pushed the door open with one hand, your coffee in the other, and the bell on the door jingled above you. You were immediately hit with the smell of dust, coffee and engine oil, and it was weirdly comforting after the last two days you just had.

You tossed your bag down on to your desk, getting your laptop out and tried very hard not to think about Noah’s voice, or his hands, or most importantly his d-

“You made it back alive!” Your uncle grinned, making you jump as he appeared at the door, “How did it go? Is Noah still in one piece?” He chuckled.

You shrugged, already busying yourself with filing the paperwork left on your desk.

“The suppliers made a mistake again, but it’s fine. I handled it.”

Steve’s brows lifted, impressed.

“Handled it? Look at you! I’m proud of you, kid.”

“Thanks.” You smiled almost shyly, remembering Noah’s words. That’s my fucking girl!

Steve crossed his arms, resting against the counter where he kept the kettle and the coffee, and he gave you a look- the Steve look. The one that you knew meant he was about to ask something you didn’t want to answer.

“So,” he said casually, “How was it with Noah?”

“It was fine.” You said it too quickly, “He was… fine.”

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Just fine? Because last time I checked, you can’t stand to be in the same room as him.”

“...Well, he did have his moments.” You shrugged.

“Uh huh,” he smirked, “So you two are finally getting along now? You finally confessed your feelings for him?”

You shot him a glare over your shoulder.

“I do not have feelings for him.”

“Sure, sure!” He grinned wider. “Y’know, I’ve had this feeling that you two are secretly in love ever since he started here, ever since I caught you looking at him, blushing and doe eyed and-”

“Oh my god, Steve, please stop.”

“Hey!” He chuckled, “I’m just saying, he’s a nice guy. I wouldn’t mind having him as a nephew-in-law.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head.

“As if that’s ever going to happen.”

“Oh yeahh, because you ‘hate’ him, right? That’s why you’re smiling right now.”

“I’m not smiling.”

“You are.”

“Steve!!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll drop it.” He laughed, backing toward the garage bay.

You rolled your eyes, but as soon as he disappeared through the door, you caught your reflection in the black screen of your laptop.

And he was right. You were smiling.

…

The door to your office creaked open just after nine, the bell above ringing as the sound of boots hitting the floor caught your attention. You didn’t even need to look up from your laptop to know who it was.

“Morning, princess.”

You looked up over the top of the screen and, yep, there he was!

Noah came in with messy hair sticking out from his beanie, a grey tshirt and… he looked tired? More than tired actually, he looked exhausted.

“You look awful.” You pointed out, turning back to your work.

He snorted, tossing his keys onto your desk.

“Yeah, thanks sweetheart. Love the concern.”

“You’re welcome.”

He wandered over to the counter, taking a mug from the cupboard and rubbing his jaw as he let out a long sigh.

“Late night?” You asked, not because you cared- at least that’s what you told yourself- but because silence around him always felt suspicious.

“Mmhm.” He grinned lazily. “I had some… catching up to do.”

“Catching up?”

He looked over his shoulder at you, his grin widening in that infuriatingly smug way.

“Yeah, y’know. Had a few girls that wanted to see me, and who am I to say no… I think I might’ve overdone it though.”

“Ew.” You grimaced with a shake of your head.

“Ew?” He laughed, “That’s all I get?”

“What do you want me to say? Congratulations?” You scoffed, trying to act unbothered.

Noah chuckled under his breath.

“Y’know, jealousy really doesn’t suit you, babe.”

You turned, eyebrows raised.

“Why do you always seem to think I’m jealous?”

“Mm, maybe not jealous then. You’re just mad I didn’t come back to tuck you in last night, huh?”

You shot him a glare, but didn’t say anything. You just typed away on your keyboard, trying to distract yourself.

Noah was quiet for a moment whilst he made his coffee, though you felt it every time he glanced over at you. Then, he picked up his mug, and his voice softened as he asked…

“You sleep okay last night?”

The question threw you off.

“What?”

“Last night,” he said, shrugging casually, though his tone wasn’t teasing now. “You slept all the way home, and you looked wiped when I dropped you off.”

“Yeah,” your brows furrowed, confused at his sudden care? “I slept fine… unlike you, clearly.”

He chuckled at that, taking a sip of his drink.

“Babe, you could hardly last one round with me the other night. Try going three rounds, with three different people- and no sleep, I’m running on nothing but pussy and redbull this morning.”

“God, you’re so fucking gross. And you told me I don’t need to get tested?” You grimaced.

Noah grinned over the rim of his mug.

“You don’t! I told you, I’m clean.”

You blinked at him, disbelief written all over your face.

“You literally just said you slept with three people last night.”

He shrugged, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Yeah, and I used protection with all of them.”

“Oh, wow! Do you want a medal?” You shot back sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t say no to one.” He smirked, walking past your desk.

“You’re so fucking irritating.” You groaned under your breath.

“Mmhm, I prefer ‘experienced’.” He shot back, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s actually painful to be around you sometimes.”

“You sure that’s pain you’re feeling, sweetheart? ’Cause it kinda looks like you’re remembering… you rolled your eyes like that for me the other night, too.”

You froze, just for a second, but he saw it.

That smug, knowing little glint lit in his eyes again.

“I’m not-” you started, then stopped, because the look on his face was too much. You huffed, and turned away from him completely. “You’re such an ass, Noah.”

He just chuckled quietly behind you, taking another slow sip of his coffee.

“Yep, but you love it.”

You scoffed, forcing a laugh.

“In your dreams.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He leaned in just enough that his voice dropped low, playful and a little rough. “You are in my dreams.”

Your jaw tightened, but your face felt hot.

“Just- fuck! Get to work, Noah.”

He grinned and pushed off your desk, finally giving you space.

“Okay, okay...”

As he walked away, you tried to focus on the laptop screen in front of you, on anything that wasn’t him, the way he looked so confident as he stepped into the garage, or the sound of his voice. But your mind wouldn’t quiet down.

Because even when Noah was being the most insufferable human alive… some stupid part of you still kind of missed the way he’d looked at you that night, the way he’d touched you like you were the only person in the world.

You couldn’t tell who you hated more, him or your brain.

…

“Jess… I messed up.” You frowned, sitting down on the closed toilet lid in the garage bathroom.

It was now half way through the day, and you weren’t sure how you managed to survive this long. Every time Noah laughed with a customer or brushed past you to grab a form from the desk, your stomach did a little flip. You tried to focus, but all you could think about was that night in the hotel… and you just needed to tell somebody.

“…Oh my god. What did you do?” Jess asked.

You lowered your voice even though no one could hear you from outside.

“I… fuck it sounds so stupid!” You groaned into your hand. You tried to think of a way to break it gently, something that didn’t sound as blunt as- “...I had sex with Noah.”

“I- you did WHAT?”

“I slept with him!” You groaned. “It just kinda happened, okay? We were on a trip to the suppliers and we had to share a hotel room and there was only one bed and-“ You stopped, shaking your head. “One thing just led to another….”

“...You slept with the guy you’ve been complaining about since the day you met? The guy you supposedly hate?!”

“Fuck, I know. Don’t remind me.”

“Oh, babe.” You could practically hear her grin through the phone. “Was it at least good?”

You threw your head back with a groan.

“Jess!!”

“Mmhm. That’s a yes.”

“But now I don’t know what to do, because he’s just out there acting like everything's normal, like nothing ever happened, and I… I don’t know what to do from here.”

Jess hummed.

“Okay. Just keep calm… don’t overthink it. I need to get to work in two minutes, so go and finish your shift, then come over tonight and we can talk all about it? Okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. “That sounds like a plan.”

“Good! I finish at 7 so… see you then?”

“See you then.” You said with a smile, before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

With a long sigh, you got back up and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You could not let him know the effect he is having on you. You’d never hear the end of it. So you squared your shoulders, took a deep breath, and went back out to your office- trying (and failing) not to glance at Noah the second you stepped out.

No. Stop. Limit your distractions, shut the door.

So you did. Before sitting at your desk, you reached over and shut the door leading into the garage, but that didn’t stop you from seeing him in your head.

…

Surprisingly, Noah had been busy the rest of the day, so he didn’t have time to come and bother you- that or he was genuinely so tired after his eventful night and fell asleep out there. Either way, you didn’t see him again until you were getting ready to leave.

It was 5pm, so you slipped your laptop into your bag, picked up the few rogue staples that were scattered on your desk and reached for your jacket, hoping to sneak off before Steve pestered you about overtime to make up for the last two days- but then the door opened…

“Heading out?” Noah asked, leaning against the doorframe as he wiped his hands off on a rag.

“Yep.” You adjusted your bag on your shoulder.

“What, Steve isn’t making you work overtime too?” He smirked. “I’m staying behind, you don’t wanna give your favourite coworker some company?”

“Trust me,” you scoffed, “I’ve had enough of my ‘favourite coworker’ for one lifetime.”

He nodded his head, clearly not convinced.

“Got any plans for tonight?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I do, actually.” You said.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, “You going to see your other friend… what was her name, Jess?”

“You…” You froze, confused as to how he knew, “How did you know I’m going to see Jess?”

He grinned.

“Because you always do when you’re stressed, or when you want to talk about me. And after the other night, I’m sure you’ve got plenty to tell her. Make sure she knows you came first, I have a reputation for being a gentleman.”

You screwed your face up.

“You’re sick.”

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But if the memory makes you horny and you wanna go again… you know where to find me, babe.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you reached for the door and left.

God, I hate him, you thought as you got into your car- but the heat in your cheeks said otherwise.

…

“Okay,” Jess began, pouring you a glass of wine, “I need all the details! Was it good? Surely he was, but-”

“Jess!” You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“What?!” She grinned, “You fucked a hot guy- a hot guy that you hate- and I need to know what happened! Was he rough or soft? Did he moan? Was he vocal?”

“Vocal? He didn’t shut up,” you shook your head, reaching for your glass, “He was saying all these things that seemed so hot in the moment, but thinking back just makes me cringe!”

“Oh yeah?” She gasped, “Like what?”

“You seriously want me to repeat what he said during sex?” You asked, shooting her a look.

“...Yeah?” She shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world!

You groaned, setting your glass down on the table and adjusting yourself so you were sat with your legs crossed on her couch.

“He spent most of the time telling me how I wouldn’t be able to take his ‘massive’ dick…” You said flatly, making Jess almost spit out her drink.

“And was it… y’know… big?”

“I don’t know, I have nothing to really compare it to…”

“Hm, I guess. Size never usually matters too much, but did he know what he was doing with it?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

You let out a long, defeated sigh.

“He did,” you said, “It was good… too good. He knew just where to hit and what to touch and where to kiss and… fuck-”

She just giggled, placing her glass down on the table beside yours.

“So what’s the deal with you two now then? Have you asked him about being friends with benefits or more, or…?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed. “I told him I wanted to do that more with him, but that was basically it. We haven’t really talked about it properly yet…”

Jess frowned.

“You mean you just-”

“Yeah.” You cut her off quickly. “We just… did it, and then he was really sweet after, and the next morning he was just… normal Noah again. Same old teasing, same stupid smirk, same smartass comments. I didn't really expect anything else though.”

“So no post sex heart to heart?” She teased gently. “No love confessions or anything?”

“God, no. I don’t even know if he does that.” You sighed. “But that’s what’s so confusing. I thought it would be weird after, awkward maybe, but it wasn’t. He checked on me, he was gentle, he made sure I was okay, and then the next day he was making jokes about it, like nothing had changed.”

Jess watched you quietly for a moment.

“Okay, but what do you want from him?”

You looked at her, caught off guard.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged.

“Well, you’d always talk about him like you hate him, but I can tell you don’t. Not really. So if you could pick… just say it. What would you actually want this to be?”

You hesitated, your mouth opening and closing before you finally whispered,

“I don’t know. I mean… I know he’s not the relationship type. I’d be stupid to even think that. But at the same time, I don’t want to feel like just another girl to him. He came into work this morning and started bragging about how he fucked three girls last night?!”

Jess softened a little.

“I see… so you do want him, right? But he doesn’t do relationships, and you don’t want to get hurt.”

You gave a small, bitter laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

She nodded slowly, swirling her wine.

“You really need to talk to him about that. You need to tell him how you feel, what you want from him, what you want to offer him… and then set some boundaries around it.”

You stared at the rim of your glass, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I don’t know if he even thinks that deep about it. I don’t know if he even thinks that deep about anything. He’d probably just think I’m like any other girl in his contacts asking for sex.”

“Then make him think about it.” Jess smiled softly. “If he really doesn’t care, you’ll know. But if he does…”

You looked up at her, a flicker of something nervous, but also a little hopeful in your eyes.

“If he does?”

“Then you’ll finally know what this thing between you actually is… because it doesn’t sound like you're just any other girl to him. It never has.”

You leaned back, your heart twisting in your chest.

“Yeah,” you murmured, half to yourself. “Guess I will.”

The two of you sat in quiet for a moment, music playing quietly in the background, wine glasses half empty. Jess finally broke the silence with a grin.

“So. Are you gonna call him?”

You groaned, throwing your head back.

“Absolutely not.”

Jess laughed.

“You need to talk to him though. Maybe not tonight… but you should.”

“I know,” you sighed, “It’s just difficult to try and talk to him about something serious. He’ll just use it to make fun of me or something.”

Jess chuckled.

“Yknow, I’ve still not met him yet.”

“Good,” you scoffed, “You don’t want to. He’s insufferable.”

“So insufferable that you’re freaking out over how much you want him.”

“Don’t put it that way.” You frowned. “You make me sound like Zach.”

“…Oh, uh… yeah, about him…”

You shot her a glare, narrowing your eyes.

“What? What is it?”

“…So y'know how he moved in with Sam recently.”

“…Yes?”

“He’s going to be at his halloween party.”

“Jess!” You groaned, “No! I’m not going to that party if that creep is there. Last time we went to a party and he was there he wouldn’t stop telling me how I smelled nice and kept trying to kiss me!”

“I know, I know.” Jess frowned, “It’s not my idea, if it was my choice I’d have never let him move in, but Sam needed someone… but I have an idea.”

“Why do I feel like I’m not going to like it?” You frowned.

“Because you might not, but it’ll work!”

“Jess-”

“Just hear me out, okay? I thought that maybe if you brought a date with you, he’ll be sure to keep his distance!”

“A date?” You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need a date. Because I won’t be going.”

“No!!” She pouted, “Please!”

“Who the fuck would I bring? Glenn from the garage?!”

“No… I was thinking maybe someone taller, someone hotter… someone who wouldn’t mind pretending for one night.”

“Jess, do I look like someone with an abundance of options?”

“I can think of one.” She said with a little smirk as she took a sip from her glass, and you immediately knew where this was going- where this had been going.

“...No. Jess, no!” You groaned, throwing your head back against the couch.

“Hey you don’t even know who I’m-”

“You mean Noah, don’t you?”

Jess gave you a little, shy smile.

“I mean Noah.” She said, putting her glass back down on the table, “It sounds like the two of you act like a couple anyway. He’s hot, he’s protective when he wants to be and he already drives you insane- sounds just like me and Sam!”

You thought about it for a moment. You asked yourself what you would rather- a night spent getting hit on by Zach, feeling uncomfortable and leaving early… or a night spent with Noah by your side. You already knew he’d say yes if you asked. But you also knew the “date” act wouldn’t be entirely convincing, since he’d probably spend most of the night flirting with any girl in sight.

“This is such a bad idea…” You said with a long sigh, and Jess grinned like the fucking devil.

“So you’re saying yes!!”

“I’m saying maybe.”

“Hmm, so that’s a yes!” She giggled, “Yay! I can’t wait to meet him!”

You shook your head in disbelief, wondering how the fuck were you agreeing to this.

“Has Maya told you whether she’s coming or not yet?”

“Uh… she won’t give me a straight answer. She said she might have plans, apparently it’s one of her other friends' birthdays on halloween.”

You scoffed, knowing that was most definitely just an excuse to get out of going.

“Yeah, right. Maya doesn't even have any other friends.”

…

You had spent the rest of last night and all of this morning wondering how the hell you were going to ask Noah to come to a party with you. You were sure he’d already have plans, he was always at parties- even on work nights. This is why you had to ask him now. Halloween was still a couple weeks away, so maybe if you asked first there was more of a chance he’d agree? Right?

You sure hoped so. The last thing you wanted to do was look like a fucking idiot in front of him.

“Morning, princess. Missed me?” He smirked as he strolled in late as usual, tossing his car keys down onto your desk.

You didn’t even look up from your laptop.

“I missed the peace and quiet.”

“Aw,” he cooed, “You’re cute when you lie, y’know.”

You sighed, glaring up at him.

“Don’t start, Noah.”

He laughed under his breath and went to the counter, rifling through some papers.

“You’re tense today, babe. What’s got you all wound up?”

You, you wanted to say.

Instead, you rolled your chair back and stood.

“Nothing. I just didn’t sleep well.”

“Hmm.” He turned around, leaning against the counter. “Too busy thinking about me, huh?”

You said nothing to that, you just ignored him, waiting for the printer to print out your form.

“Hey,” Noah said a little softer, “What’s up? I can tell something's on your mind.”

“Nothing’s on my mind!” You snapped, only making him smirk.

“Sure, sure,” he chuckled, “You know where I am if you want to talk about it, sweetheart.”

He headed towards the door to the garage, and you weighed it over in your mind, but before you could stop yourself you called out,

“Noah, wait.” You sighed, letting your eyes fall shut, knowing he’d be smirking already.

“I’m waiting, babe.”

“...There’s something I need to ask you.” You said, turning around to face him.

“Oh, this sounds fun.” He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Hit me.”

“So, Jess’s boyfriend, Sam, is throwing a halloween party…”

“Oh, and you’re telling me this.. why?” He smirked, “You need someone to pick you up?”

“...No. Actually yeah, maybe, but… this guys gonna be there, I don’t like him, he’s a massive creep and he seems to be obsessed with me-”

“What’s his name?”

You blinked at him, thrown off by how fast he asked.

“What?”

“What’s his name?” Noah repeated, his tone sharper this time, and the smirk had faded, replaced by something that was almost a little scary.

“He’s called Zach.”

He nodded once, like he was committing it to memory.

“Right… and what’s his deal exactly?”

“He’s just creepy and weird…” You rubbed your arm, “Whenever we go to the same party he’ll spend the whole time trying to talk to me, he tried to kiss me last time we were in the same room and he just never seems to get the hint.”

Noah’s jaw flexed as he folded his arms across his chest.

“And Jess’s boyfriend is friends with this guy?”

“They’re housemates. I don’t think Sam knows how creepy he is.”

“Right,” Noah nodded, “So carry on, you’re going to a party and a strange guy's gonna be there, and…?”

You hesitated, suddenly feeling a little small under his stare.

“...And Jess suggested maybe I bring someone with me, to scare him off.”

Something shifted in his expression at that, something a little lighter. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he gave a small, humourless laugh.

“So you want me to come and play bodyguard boyfriend?”

You huffed, shaking your head and turning back to the printer.

“No. Forget it, it was stupid to even-”

“Hey,” he reached for your arm, spinning you back around, “I didn’t say no. I just wanted to make sure I heard you right.”

You looked up at him, swallowing hard, your heart racing despite your best efforts.

“Yeah. I just thought that maybe if you came with me, he’d finally back off.”

Noah stared at you for a moment, before his lips curved into a little smirk, but this one felt different.

“Okay,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Yeah. I’ll come with you.”

“Really?” You asked, almost a little shocked.

“Yeah,” he shrugged casually, “If some weird guy’s been bothering you, you think I’m gonna let that slide? You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

You furrowed your brows at him, surprised by how sincere he sounded.

“Noah…”

“No, don’t get sentimental on me, babe. I’m just not gonna let some loser stare at what’s mine all night.”

“Yours?” You raised a brow, your tummy fluttering stupidly.

“As your fake boyfriend, obviously.” He said quickly, but the little smirk that followed told you he knew exactly what he was doing. “So when is this thing?”

“...On halloween. It’s a halloween party.” You said flatly.

You watched him bite his lip, like he was thinking, or hesitating… though it only lasted a moment.

“Okay. I’ll make sure I’m all yours that night.” He smirked.

“Thank you.” You said, your words genuine even if they came out a little more quiet than you wanted.

“No problem,” he smirked, “But y’know, if I’m doing this- if we’re doing this… I have a couple conditions...”

“Oh god, here we go.” You groaned.

“First of all, you’ve gotta call me babe all night.”

Your eyes widened in fear.

“You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He said, tilting his head, “If we’re pretending to be a couple, we’ve gotta sell it. We can’t have this creep thinking we're just friends, or worse… coworkers!”

“You’re an idiot.” You snorted, but you couldn’t help the little smirk creeping up on your lips.

“And second, I get to pick our costumes.”

“No!!”

“C’mon! If we’re going to a halloween party as a couple then we have to dress up! I’ll pick you something out.”

“Pfft,” you shook your head, “Choosing what I get to wear, making me call you babe, what next? You gonna keep me in the kitchen and make me raise your five kids?!”

“Of course not! I’m a feminist.” He said proudly.

“Mm, sure.” You rolled your eyes, sitting back down at your desk. “Just don’t put me in anything slutty, Noah.”

He smiled, far too innocently.

“Would I ever do that to you?”

“Yes.”

…

Noah: hey babe what size are you

A few days had passed, it was now Sunday afternoon and you stared at the message on your phone, confused for a solid five seconds before texting back.

You: ?

Noah: i said what size are you?? can’t you read??

You: y’know its kinda rude to ask a woman what size she is…

Noah: hey it’s not like i give a fuck about what size you are

Noah: i just need to know because i’m costume shopping 🙂

You: NO

Noah: YES

Noah: NOW TELL ME OR I’LL HAVE TO GUESS

You sighed and told him, already regretting asking him to come with you.

You spent the rest of the day half panicking, half curious about what he could possibly choose for you. He wasn’t going to tell you what he got, he wasn’t even going to tell you what he was going to be, but when there was a knock at your door the next night, you had some kind of idea as to who it was.

And you were right. You opened the door to Noah, standing there with a smug grin, holding a glossy back bag.

“No… I don’t like that face, or whatever is in that bag.”

“Relax, babe,” he said, stepping into your home, “I come bearing gifts.”

He dropped the bag down on your coffee table and you eyed him suspiciously as you shut the door.

“What is it?”

“Look for yourself.” He said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You swallowed hard as you stepped over towards the table and reached into the bag…

“NOAH! I TOLD YOU NOTHING SLUTTY!!”

He chuckled, sitting down on your couch like he owned the damn place.

“I know,” he smirked, “But c’mon, it looks hot, right?”

“It’s… blasphemous!”

“It’s an erotic nun, babe. Don’t you think it’s ironic, since you-”

You shot him a glare, which seemed to shut him up.

“There is no way I’m wearing this shit.”

The outfit- if you could call it that- was basically just a low cut black body suit with a tiny skirt attached, and a veil.

“If Zach sees me in this I-”

“If Zach sees you in this then he’ll respect your boundaries, because you should be allowed to wear whatever the fuck you want and not have to worry about guys like him.” Noah said, crossing his arms. “Clothes do not equal consent, sweetheart.”

You hated when he made comments like that, because it made it hard to hate him.

“I know that,” you said, trying to ignore how his words made you feel, “But I don’t even want to wear that!”

“Hey, you might change your mind once you’ve tried it on! Oh- and I’m not leaving here until you do.” He smirked.

“You asshole,” you shook your head, shoving the clothes back into the bag, “So what are you gonna be? The devil?”

He shrugged.

“Close.”

“Close?”

“I’m gonna be your hot priest… now c’mon, I’ve not got all day, babe.”

You scoffed, picking the bag up.

“Why? Who are you hooking up with tonight?”

“Oh, there’s no hookup tonight. I’ve got some songs to record.”

“Bad Omens?”

“Yup.” He nodded, “We’ve almost finished recording our first album. It’s gonna be sick.”

“I’m sure it is…” You said, before disappearing off into the bathroom with the bag.

When you stepped back out a few minutes later, the air in the room seemingly changed. Noah looked up from his phone, and for once, he didn’t have anything smart to say.

He just blinked, slow and stunned, and then a small, crooked grin crept back onto his face.

“Well, holy shit,” he gasped.

You folded your arms over your chest, trying to cover up at least a little skin.

“Don’t.”

“I’m not saying anything!” He said quickly, though the smirk tugging at his mouth betrayed him. His eyes swept down and back up again, and for once he didn’t even try to hide it. “You look… wow.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.

“It’s ridiculous. I look ridiculous.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, still very much staring. “You look sinful. Which, I guess, is kinda the point.”

“You’re such an ass.” You said, shoving at his shoulder as you walked past him, but he caught your wrist for just a second, enough for your pulse to race before he let go.

“You’re blushing.” He grinned softly.

You froze.

“I’m not.”

“Uh-huh.” He was smiling now, but it wasn’t the usual cocky smirk, it was smaller, quieter, the type that made your stomach do that stupid flip. “You really don’t see what I see, do you?”

That shut you up.

“Serioulsy, you look… unreal. I don’t even have the words.”

“Right, and when do I get to see Father Noah?” You tilted your head.

“Soon babe, when you’re ready to confess…”

Your mouth fell open.

“Get out of my house, Noah.”

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Mar 21, 2025

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The way you bend, the way you break.

Summary: Your best friend, Noah, has harbored a deep and obsessive crush on you for a long time. Driven by his intense jealousy, he reaches dangerous extremes to finally claim you as his own.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

THIS IS A FIC CONTAINS DARK THEMES PLEASE CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS.

CW: smut including unprotected sex (p in v), ghostface, mask kink, boot riding, obsessive bestfriend!noah, stalking themes, yandere themes, manupilation, coercion, blackmail, dubcon, threats of violence, knife play (reader on receiving end), blood play (readers), degrading dirty talk, dacryphilia, breeding kink if you squint, hair pulling, pussy slapping

Names: Princess, bitch, (little) slut, little rabbit, baby, pretty thing,

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, princess?” An enigmatic, almost mechanical voice purrs through the receiver.

“So original,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “You can stop playing games, Noah.” The idea of your best friend playing games like these with you, just to tease you, wouldn’t come as a surprise.

“Wrong, it’s not Noah,” the voice corrects you, dismissing your assumption, and your heart drops.

“Look, asshole, whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested, okay?” You huff, hanging up and choosing to ignore the strange sensation of being watched that begins to creep in.

A moment later, your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number. Attached to the message is a video. You pause for a moment, contemplating whether to press play on the thumbnail, which features a frame of your face. You could choose to delete the message, pretend you didn’t see it, or even block the number. However, curiosity overpowers you, and you decide to press play.

The video you’re watching features you and your ex. What you’re seeing is something you had presumed to be long erased from the existence of any phone belonging to either of you. Then again, you also know better than to assume anything could be permanently erased from the internet in this modern era.

In the frame, you’re on all fours and facing the camera, while your ex, out of frame—lucky bastard, is pounding into you. Every sound from you is almost as exaggerated as the way your eyes roll back and your tongue hangs freely, playing up for the camera—and for him.

When you close the video, another text appears.

Unknown: Hang up on me again, and this video will be sent to everyone you know.

Your chest tightens, and your mind races with panic and dread. As you try to message your best friend with trembling fingers, an incoming call interrupts you, preventing you from reaching out for help.

“What do you want?” you manage to say, trying to keep your voice steady, though it falters slightly. Fear creeps in, and you can’t help but notice the amusement in the strangers’ mechanical voice.

“You might want to use your manners, unless you want everyone to discover your little home movie.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of anyone else seeing that video. The fact that a stranger already has it in their possession sends a sense of dread through you, accompanied by another strange feeling.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” He poses it as a question, but the cold, unsettling tone of the stranger on the other end suggests it’s more of a command.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat and find your voice as you respond, “Yes.”

“That’s good, or you’ll end up starring in a snuff film for your next movie.”

“Oh god…” the words escape your lips, a choked sob rising within your throat.

There’s a ringing in your ears, and you take a step back. Your eyes dart around the open living room, looking towards the front door. But it’s as if the stranger can sense your thoughts, because his voice interrupts your train of thought.

“Don’t even consider running. We’re going to play a little game called hot and cold.”

“I-please…” A soft plea escapes your lips, followed by a choked sob. Fear has frozen you in your tracks, fear and something else, a subtle thrill that creeps into your mind, suggesting that you might be enjoying this.

Surely not?

The stranger completely disregards your plea for freedom, continuing to explain the rules of his game. “If you manage to find me, then maybe I’ll grant you your wish and leave you be.”

There was something about that “maybe” that you didn’t entirely trust. It hinted at the possibility that he had no intention of letting you go once he had you in his grasp.

Slowly, you begin to walk yourself through the house, one ear attentively listening to your surroundings while keeping the phone firmly pressed to your other ear, listening to him call out the varying degrees of how hot and cold you were.

You’re on the verge of giving up, ready to confront him and call him out on his bluff. He’s not here; he’s been playing you, making you believe he is. But just as you’re about to make your move, a rustling behind you catches your attention. As you turn, you’re met with a towering figure standing above you. He’s dressed in an all-black ensemble and wears a ghostface mask.

“Surprise, princess!” he announces, raising the blade in his hand. As you try to pass him, he swiftly scoops you up with his free arm, capturing you in a tight embrace and pulling your back flush against his front.

“Tsk tsk, sweet little rabbit, where do you think you’re headed? Don’t you want to play?” He smirks beneath the mask, and you hear the sly grin seeping into his voice.

When you feel the cool metal blade against your cheek, you softly whimper, “Please…” desperately hoping to somehow escape this or at least beg this stranger to release you unharmed.

“Please,” he repeats your word back to you, his tone mocking. Before asking, his voice laced with a menacing undertone, “Are you scared, princess?”

He gently caresses the skin of your cheek with the flat side of the knife, causing your heart to quicken in your chest as it trails down your throat. You yearn to say yes, but you can’t bring yourself to admit your fear to him, especially not when you can already sense the intensity of his arousal pressing against your ass.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” he whispers, his mask tipping up slightly to reveal his lips. With a gentle yet firm touch, he presses rough, lingering kisses along your throat, making his first move in asserting his claim over you.

You wish for your body not to betray you as it currently is, feeling the heat rising in your stomach, which gradually spreads throughout. Your thighs press together in your pajama shorts, the fabric giving little cover.

Your mind reels from his words as you suddenly realize that this could be someone you know or someone who knows you, at the very least.

“Aww, listen to you whimper. Are your legs shaking too?” He teases, and you realize just how unsteady you are on your feet. His arm is the only thing keeping you firmly in place, as his twitching arousal rubs against you, and his hips rut in a way that provides him with a semblance of relief, even though he’s already fantasizing about how you’d feel wrapped around him.

You hadn’t even realized you were whimpering until he pointed it out. Now, you could barely silence yourself, only soft pleas falling between the quiet sounds. But you no longer knew what exactly you were pleading for—to be let go, to have something more. Especially now that a growing ache was forming between your thighs.

“I bet if I reach down, you’ll be soaked.” You shake your head in denial, but deep down, you know he’s right. No matter how hard you try to pull away or squirm against him, his hand won’t stop descending into the front of your shorts. His gloved fingers glide over the fabric of your lace panties, sending shivers down your spine.

He doesn’t stop there; instead, he pushes aside the fabric and presses a finger between your folds, applying a pressure you didn’t realize you needed to your clit. The pressure makes your hips buck, and instead of a whimper, a needy whine escapes your throat. His dark chuckle in response washes over you, and you feel a wave of shame for genuinely enjoying this.

The delightful sensation of his leather glove is so pleasurable that when he starts withdrawing his hand, it makes you whine, your hips instinctively moving to follow him.

“Look at you, you enjoy this, don’t you? Desperate slut.” His words are confirmed when he raises his hand, reveling in the wetness that coats his gloved fingers. To your surprise, he pushes them into your mouth, making you clean them off with a low growl of an order against your ear.

Beneath the mask he reveals in the sight of you and continues his mocking as he glides the blade of the knife along the front of your sleep shirt, just scraping the fabric. “Mm, you’re making this too easy. I had anticipated a fight. But no, you’re just a twitching mess.”

You despise yourself for loving it so much, for the gentle sounds emanating around his fingers and the way your cunt throbs with need, your arousal intensifying with his degrading words.

“Now, it’s time for some real fun.” He delights, pressing the tip of the blade against the fabric of your shirt. He twists it slightly before pulling it to tear, slicing it all the way up until the fabric is reduced to two hanging pieces at your chest. You gasp, feeling the cool air against your hardened nipples as he spreads the fabric further apart, intensifying your arousal.

Before you have a chance to comprehend what’s happening, he starts dragging you backward down the hallway and towards your bedroom.

When you reached the bedroom, he ordered you to strip completely. Now, he has your hands tied behind your back while you rub your soaking, wet cunt against the thick, black leather of his boot.

You want so intensely to hate this, to vehemently protest against him, yet every sound you make, every desperate shift of your hips, contradicts those thoughts.

Honestly, you’re enjoying this more than you’d ever dare admit.

“I knew you’d be a good little slut, just like you are in that video.” The mention of the video from him sends a wave of embarrassment across your already flushed skin, causing your eyes to dart away from him before he suddenly grabs your chin with a harsh grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at you, you’re gasping like a whimpering, bitch in heat. What’s got you so worked up? Is it me or the knife?”

From the corner of your eye, you catch the glint of silver from the blade, the one he’s been taunting you with. He traces it over your collarbone and throat, but not with enough force to cause any damage. The weight of it emphasizes the threat behind his words each time he promises to ‘slit your pretty little throat’ if you don’t follow his instructions. It’s what led you into this position, yet you find yourself desperate and needy, pleading for him to let you cum and even give you more because you’re aware of how far gone you are.

“Are you going to cum all over my boot like a good little slut?” he teases, and when you try to look away once more, you feel the unforgiving grip of his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back as he compels you to gaze upon him. “Do you need a reminder about not answering me, princess?”

You gasp when you feel the sharp, cutting sensation of the blade against your skin, at your collarbone. This time he’s applied enough pressure to create a small cut, a pool of blood forming. As he lifts the blade to show you the blood, he offers it towards your mouth.

“Lick it,” he commands, and you obey, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and lust. You watch him, fixated on the mask, as you roll your tongue over the flat edge of the blade. The warm metallic taste of your blood coats your tongue.

A moment later, he advances just enough to tilt his mask and press his lips against yours in a passionate exchange. His tongue forcefully enters your mouth, stealing and sharing the lingering taste of your blood, and you moan into his mouth in response. The taste of him is both familiar and electrifying, reminiscent of sweet watermelon halls.

When he breaks away, the mask is swiftly pulled back into place, thwarting any chance of catching a glimpse of your tormentor, but that concern becomes pushed aside when your mind grows clouded by the tight coil forming in your stomach as you careen closer to your climax. You almost don’t want to reach it, fearing the consequences of its end, yet also it being an acknowledgement of your enjoyment and present desire.

There’s no escaping the moment you start to crumble before him, not when you’re trembling and your moans are intensifying in volume.

“Come on, pretty little thing. Give me what I want. Make a mess for me.” He murmurs his encouragement, his eyes fixed on you behind the mask, locked onto the way your hips buck and you desperately grind against his boot, coating it with your arousal. He can sense that you’re restraining yourself and his fingers in your hair tug harshly, drawing your attention to him. “There’s no shame in it. No one’s watching except me. So cum for me, baby.”

It’s as if, on command, you follow his words and let go, feeling your body quiver as your release surges through you with a roaring heat, strained whimpers escaping your lips. You quickly feel yourself growing limp, your body exhausted as the adrenaline wears off, but you know that he hasn’t finished with you yet.

It’s as if you’re a doll, and he’s treating you like one, placing you on the bed and positioning you just the way he desires. You willingly submit, no longer resisting now because you don’t want to. You want this. Even after your recent orgasm, you feel yourself tightening around nothing, the overwhelming desire to be filled consuming you, and you’re certain that’s precisely what he’s going to do.

“Keep your legs spread wide for me, princess.” He says, pushing you down against the mattress as he shifts behind you. When you try to look up, you spot the mirror facing the bed and glance at your reflection. What a mess you are spread out for him—your ass pulled up and presented while your upper half is pressed to the mattress. In that moment, you realize he’s mimicking the position you were in, in the video.

“Please…” you whine, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel his gloved fingers gently stroke your wet folds.

“Hush, you’ll get exactly what we both know you want.” With his other hand, he strokes his cock, positioning himself behind you. His eyes scan your exposed body, taking in the way you tremble under his touch. “Oh, you’re soaking.”

Another whine escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to conceal your face with the flush of embarrassment. However, his gloved hand forcefully slaps between your thighs, right against your clit, causing you to yelp and lift your head.

“No hiding. I want to see you,” he warns, and your eyes dart to the mirror, where you catch a glimpse of his head turned. He’s watching you, and he wants to watch you while he’s fucking you. That sick bastard, you think, but perhaps you’re the sick one because you feel a strange thrill coursing through your body, your clit throbbing with anticipation at the thought of what's to come.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs softly beneath his breath. As you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, your hips shift, trying to push back against him and you feel his harsh grip holding you firmly in place. “God, you’re such a desperate little slut,” he taunts, chuckling darkly.

The tip of him feels so big against you, yet you crave more, yearning for him to fill you up, despite the pain it’s already causing to feel him pressing into you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he forcefully slides you, your walls stretching around him, struggling to accommodate him. A tear escapes and rolls down your cheek from the immense pressure he brings as he slides into you until he’s deeply buried, asserting his claim on you.

“God, you should see how well your pretty pussy is taking my cock.” He growls, gripping your hip firmly with one hand and the back of your neck with the other, pinning you down. He starts thrusting into you, his pace quickening with each stroke inside your tight walls.

The intense movement of his hips makes you cry out, sobs bubbling up your throat from the overwhelming pleasure as you feel him pounding deep into your stomach. “Please…” you choke out once more, unable to find any coherent words.

Did it hurt? Did it feel too good? Was it a delicious combination of both? Regardless, it already felt like too much for you to handle, and your fingers curl into your hands, still tied behind your back. It only makes it easier for him to grip onto you, forcing your entire body down onto the mattress as he slammed his hips against your ass.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groans, and you whimper, your body trembling from the intensity of another climax building within you. You can’t stop the tears that continue to fall; your sobs slip out between your moans, something he’s quick to notice. “That’s it, baby—keep crying for me. I want to feel those beautiful sobs as you come undone.”

That’s precisely what he experiences when you squeeze around him every time another sob rises in your throat, his cock throbbing within you. However, it’s just as he teeters over the edge that you follow, feeling him thrust himself deep into you as his cock twitches with the release of his warm cum, filling you—completely claiming you as his.

No amount of protest could have stopped him, especially since he never gave you any warning. Despite your whining and attempts to throw him off somehow, you’re pinned beneath him as he leans over you, caging your smaller frame beneath him. “Just take it,” he growls, making you feel even smaller as you tremble, unable to deny the way your own body falls apart with the knowledge that he’s cum inside you, filling you deeply, feeling the bulge of him in your stomach.

He remains buried inside you, twitching and throbbing as you squeeze him, as if holding him there, unwilling to let him go.

Neither of you moves, frozen in this moment. There’s a part of you that secretly doesn’t want to.

For a fleeting moment, your eyelids flutter, and your body succumbs to exhaustion. However, you’re jolted to your senses when you notice him raising his hand to remove his mask.

In the mirror opposite, you’re greeted by a familiar face that makes your stomach flip and your eyes widen. “Noah…” you breathe out, and he leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers,

“Surprise, princess.”

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