Content warning: consensual non-consent (CNC), smut (p in v, oral sex), filth, power play, fake age gap
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: This is just me finishing a fic my previously horny self wrote as I take a breather from my hectic sched (August just couldn't come sooner). This might make some uncomfortable, so please, for the love of god, heed the content warning stated above.
Second drawer of his bedside table. Take his watch and bring it back to me. Do not get caught.
Those exact words from the estate’s ‘chief security’ were still ringing in your head while you stood frozen in place, heart hammering through your chest as you felt your entire body go cold.
There really was no other way out now, it seemed.
“Well? Care to explain yourself?”
The heavy gold watch dangled around your trembling fingers, its owner awaiting your response as he leaned against the doorframe. His voice remained low, his face clearly unamused with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
Who on earth would be amused anyway if you caught one of your housemaids stealing your Rolex?
It’s not like one watch would make a dent in his net worth, but that’s besides the point.
It was just your third day at your job in the estate, and you already found yourself in trouble with none other than your boss, Mr. Noah Davis.
“Sir, I’m sorry… i-it was Chad who asked me to do this.”
You carefully placed his watch on the small table as you heard him huff.
“What, you didn’t even question him? Ask him why the fuck he would need my watch?”
“I- I’m not… I don’t—“
He cut you off with a loud scoff, his lips tugged by a devilish grin as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
“You do know I could get you fired and file a case against you, right?”
You gulped, eyes going wide as your hands started nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as if the piece of cotton would provide you with respite of any kind.
“Sir, p-please… I’m sorry, I-I’ll do anything,” you stuttered as you saw Noah’s smirk grow wider.
“How old are you again?”
“I’m 21, sir,” you quietly answered, biting your lip hard. “Please… I won’t– I won’t do this again. You can report me to the agency, sir, but p-please… I can’t go to jail. My family needs me.”
He snickered, “Do you know what they do to pretty and innocent girls like you in jail?”
You shook your head as tears brimmed in your eyes.
Clearly amused at your pitiful face, Noah moved closer and towered over your petite frame, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you.
“How about I show you, hm?”
“W-what?” You nervously swallowed.
“How criminals like you get treated in prison.” Slowly, one of his big tattooed hands reached out to your face and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.
You flinched involuntarily at the contact. “S-sir, I don’t understand…”
“Tell me, sweetheart, when was the last time your boyfriend fucked you?”
“H-Huh?”
“That was a simple question. Don’t play dumb with me.” He lifted your chin a bit aggressively, forcing you to look into his eyes as his long fingers started to caress your jaw.
You blinked back your tears as you reluctantly spoke, “I have never… I’ve never had sex, sir.”
Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in amusement, letting out a breathy laugh. “Then you’re really gonna end up being someone’s bitch in jail, young lady.”
“Sir, no, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t send me to the police. I’ll do anything,” you pleaded once again, your knees bucking as you awkwardly kneeled in front of your boss. You tilted your head up to not break eye contact, hoping the man in front of you could see the sincerity of your apologies.
Noah continued to enjoy the sight in front of him as you begged with clasped hands and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
He could really have fun with you his way then.
“Hm… what a good girl you are… already in position,” he taunted before unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He shamelessly lowered his pants and boxers enough to let his cock free, making your eyes go wide. “Come on, suck me, you little slut.”
You had never seen a dick up close before, yet you already knew he was bigger than average. Despite the shaft looking soft and hanging limply off his trimmed groin, it definitely looked girthy, with a protruding vein adorning its underside.
“Come on,” he repeated, his hand squeezing his shaft as he stroked it. “You’d rather be my bitch now than somebody else’s in prison.”
Letting out a sharp breath, you grabbed his member reluctantly, slowly bringing it closer to your quivering lips. You were not even sure what to do, but decided to place a soft kiss on its head, which automatically made his shaft twitch in your hand. You brought your tongue towards its base, licking all the way up to the tip where you played with the slit, making the man above you groan. With your every move, you felt his cock grow hard, its dark mushroomed tip now starting to glisten with your spit and his own arousal.
“Open your mouth and put it inside; I don’t have forever,” Noah grumbled, grabbing the back of your head to push you towards his pelvis.
You did not dare fight him anymore and did as told.
His now hard cock slid effortlessly inside your mouth, the tip immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
Noah chuckled as he disregarded your discomfort and started thrusting his shaft in and out of you.
You let him use you as he pleased, your hands finding purchase in the muscles of his thighs that clenched in every move.
Spit dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears that found their way down from your cheeks.
Who would have thought you’d end up on your knees sucking your boss’s cock in his bedroom today? Letting a man you barely knew use your mouth in the worst way possible?
But better this than jail time. Right?
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You sure you’ve never taken a cock before?” He snickered between his grunts and moans.
You shook your head in response as you looked at his blissed-out face. Your teary eyes continued to plead for him to let you go already.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna–” Noah’s grunts swallowed his words as you felt him shoot spurts of hot cum right into your throat. His cock pulsated in your mouth while your boss stilled and emptied his load in you.
You breathed heavily through your nose, lightly pushing him off you.
Gladly, he finally let you go, making you gasp as you plopped down onto the carpeted floor. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to compose yourself, catching your breath while you let things sink in.
But before you could even get yourself together, you heard Noah speak as he moved across the room.
“Now take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
What?
Noah scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. You did not realize you said that out loud.
“B-but… sir, please.”
“Did I stutter?”
Noah undressed himself completely before walking to the door and locking it. His cock was hard again, standing all red and glistening against his abdomen.
Deep inside, you gawked at the sight. You never thought your boss was fully tattooed from the waist up. And before he took off his shirt, you never thought tattooed guys could get this hot.
You shook off those inappropriate thoughts and went back to worrying about your current situation.
You sat frozen on the floor as your naked boss stood in front of you, his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for you to move.
“So?”
With wobbly legs, you slowly stood up. You swallowed before nodding, your eyes fixated on the ‘Desolate’ typography above his navel.
Hesitantly, you took off your shirt and pants and neatly folded them on the bedside table. You were now standing awkwardly with only your lace bra and panties on, crossing your arms against your chest.
Noah’s eyes raked up and down your semi-exposed body, his cock twitching at the sight of your cleavage and peeping cameltoe.
“Do I really need to manhandle you and rip those off you?”
“Mr. Davis, I-“
“What? Do you want me to call the police instead?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, making your heart race anew.
“No, sir,” you quietly responded. “Please, don’t…”
“Then fucking strip,” he sternly said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he manspread, his cock standing erect as if taunting you once more.
Noah gripped his shaft with one hand while his other scrolled through his phone before bringing the device to his ear.
With eyes wide, you hurriedly unclasped your bra, letting your boobs spring free, making Noah groan quietly. And with no hesitation, you pushed your panties down, revealing your groomed sex to his hungry eyes.
“Sir… please don’t call the police…” Your eyes welled as you heard the other line pick up.
Smirking, he shushed you as he began speaking. “Yeah… cancel all my meetings this afternoon, and make sure no one disturbs me. I’ll be in my room… doing important stuff.”
He hung up and threw his phone on the mattress. But that did not stop your tears from dripping down your cheeks again.
“Now get on the bed; I can’t wait to come inside that virgin little pussy.” Noah pulled you down on the bed, pushing you into position. But you pulled away from his grip and tried to plead one last time.
“Sir, please,” you hiccuped. “Anything but this…”
“Do you know crying turns me on even more?” He whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on your cheeks.
“No, please, sir. I’ll work for you for free, just… not this. Please, not this.” Frantic, you bargained, not knowing what else to offer instead.
He scoffed, not even slightly bothered. If anything, Noah was bothered by your pert nipples that hardened from the room temperature and were now begging to be sucked by his lips.
His hands found your breasts, palms pushing your chest as your back hit the mattress. “You should’ve thought twice about stealing from me then. Now spread those legs and let me see that pussy.”
Noah licked his lips as you reluctantly opened your legs for him. He crawled towards you and pried your knees apart to spread you even wider; the cold breeze from the AC hit your exposed folds, making you shiver.
“Fuck, I haven’t been with a virgin for so fucking long,” he murmured, his fingers starting to rub along your puffy folds, opening your lips to expose your pink clenching entrance to his lust-filled eyes. “Shit, look how tiny you are. My cock’s gonna ruin you.”
Before you could even respond and beg for him to stop, you yelped at the sudden feeling of his wet tongue licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds, his stubble grazing your inner thighs making you shiver.
You squealed, trying to close your thighs to push him away, but Noah’s large hands forced them open. He was gripping you so hard you could already feel them bruising.
“There’s no point hiding or running away from me, sweetheart. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to fuck you anywhere in this house, even in front of people,” he said before his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh. “Now if I were you, just fucking relax and enjoy this.”
Then his finger poked your entrance and slid inside you inch by inch, making you feel the ridges of his bony digit.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing from the stinging sensation.
“Holy shit, you are so tight. How will you be able to take my cock?” He asked mockingly as he moved his finger in and out of your pussy. Noah dived right back and nibbled on your folds, covering you in his spit.
You could feel the end of the bed rocking, and when you dared look down, you saw him grinding against the mattress, his butt clenching with his movements.
Cursing, a whole new wave of panic crashed into you as Noah’s lips and fingers left your now throbbing pussy. He stood on his knees between your open thighs, one hand stroking his leaking cock while the other kept you spread.
“Sir… no,” you cried.
He tut-tutted, his large frame hovering over you. Smirking, he leaned down to place a kiss on your lower abdomen, up to your navel, ascending towards your heaving chest. He pecked both of your nipples, and as he wrapped his lips around one, you felt his bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, making you gasp and cry harder.
You tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but Noah’s big tattooed body pressed you completely helpless against his soft sheets.
The pressure of his tip poking into you increased, and you felt your entrance stretch as he pushed his cock into you— slow but hard enough to make you feel the burn.
“It hurts…” You whimpered.
“Hm, really?” He mumbled against your nipple, releasing it with a pop. “Too bad I don’t go easy on pretty little thieves.”
A fresh batch of tears trickled down your temple as you silently cursed, face all scrunched up, making Noah giggle on top of you.
“You look so cute crying, taking cock for the first time. I would’ve loved making love with you, but… maybe next time.”
With that, he slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream, hands curled around his sheets.
“Fuck me, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.”
Noah’s lips moved up to your collarbone, towards the crook of your neck where he kissed and sucked until a purple bruise bloomed on your skin. An involuntary moan left your mouth, making him smirk.
“Are you enjoying this?”
You shook your head no, mouth continued to silently plead for him to stop.
“You better not be,” he grunted as he moved back to his knees and started pounding into you like a madman. “'Cause this is your punishment for stealing from me. You steal my watch; I steal your pussy.”
Noah slammed hard again, letting out shameless moans as you felt his movements stuttering.
“Are you on the pill?” He turned your head aggressively so you could look at him. “Answer me.”
“No, sir,” you whimpered.
He chuckled, his thrusts now faltering bit by bit. “Okay, just pray that I don’t get you pregnant.”
“Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what?” He taunted, groaning as he felt himself reaching his high.
“Not inside me, sir… please.”
He smirked. “Just imagine what other people would say about you. Little virgin new girl sleeping with the boss...”
You cried hard, your legs trying to push him away, but again to no avail.
“Fuck… I can imagine your stomach swollen with my baby inside you. Fuck…”
And with that, strings of curses left Noah’s mouth as he slammed into you one last time. Warm spurts of his come shoot inside your contracting walls, making you squirm underneath him.
His cock stilled, throbbing heavily. His body went limp on top of you as he calmed himself down, his face buried into your neck as both of your heavy breaths went in sync.
It did not take long for you to hear him chuckle against your skin, and when he pushed himself up, both of you stared into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.
“Noah, what the fuck was that?” You playfully swatted his sweaty chest.
“What? Baby, I should be the one asking you that. That was your idea,” your boyfriend countered, giggling as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you were amazing,” you said, smiling, feeling his warm palm caress your cheek.
“You were, too.” He captured your lips with his for the first time since you started this bit. “Who would’ve thought you had this in you? You little thief.”
You rolled your eyes before placing a peck on the side of his lips.
Your eyes fluttered open, quickly closing again when you were met with the glaring sun through your window. You slowly opened your eyes allowing them to adjust this time to the light that flooded your apartment. Squinting, you realised you were still on the sofa, suddenly becoming aware of something heavy draped over your waist. Noah’s arm. His hand resting on your stomach, rising and falling along with your breathing. For a brief moment, everything felt normal. Your mind had allowed you to forget what he had done, even if just for a second. Your heart felt heavy as last night replayed in your mind, on a loop, mixed in with the idea of Noah with another woman.
“Noah..” you whispered whilst poking his shoulder.
Nothing, he was still sound asleep.
“‘Noah!” You said repeated again, a little louder than intended.
Noah flinched as he woke up, jolting his head up and looking at you. You could see the confusion in his eyes as he become more aware of his surroundings, probably thinking the same as you did when you woke. His eyes fell to his arm that was still wrapped around you.
“Oh.. I- uh sorry” he managed to choke out. His eyes looked heavy and tired. You’d never seen him like this before.
Something in your stirred seeing Noah like this, he looked so defeated and the way he spoke to you, worried as if he might break you. No, he’s not doing this to me you said internally, trying to stop yourself from feeling the slightest bit sorry for the man that has hurt you so badly.
“Can we not do that? Talk to each other as if we’re strangers made of glass?”
You said as you sat up on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around your chest that was still bare from the night before. God.. the night before. You don’t know why you did that, why you let that happen, just to muddy the water even further and confuse both you. A silence followed and filled the already stifled air around you. Noah looked down at the floor, looking like he was trying to say something but he couldn't get it out.
“Last night..” you paused taking a breath and finding Noah’s eyes “last night should not have happened Noah, I don’t know why I went along with it. Nothing has changed. I’d like you to get dressed and leave”
“Leave? Sweetheart please, please can we just talk things over, I know you tried to hear me out last night at the restaurant but I didn’t get a chance to fully explain myself”
The restaurant. Where you had been with Noah last night before somehow ending up underneath him. You don’t know why you thought a restaurant would be a good place to hear him out, maybe the idea of being surrounded by strangers made you feel better. Maybe you thought it would stop you from getting so angry. It didn’t. Your mind flashed back to the minutes before you stormed out of there.
“Who was she” you asked, your voice seething with a mix of anger and jealously.
Noah’s eyes traced up from the table to meet yours. He dragged his hand over his mouth and sighed.
“Baby she was no one. I know it doesn’t mean much right now but I promise, she meant nothing” he said as he reached for your hand, though you quickly pulled away as if you were allergic to him.
“That’s not what I asked Noah. You brought me here to explain, to be honest, if you’re capable of that anymore. I want to know who she was, and if she was worth ruining everything we have spent the last 3 years building together!” your voice getting louder and louder with each word.
You hadn’t realised until you stopped speaking that the tables surrounding you had gone quiet, you felt eyes on you and your cheeks flush. Silence followed, Noah looked at you and you could see he was hurting. Good you thought.
Standing up, you picked up your glass of red wine to finish before leaving, but your hand had other ideas as you threw the contents into Noah’s face. Audible gasps filled the now silent restaurant. Tears began to fall down your face, both from being so hurt and humiliated, but you were so upset with yourself for what you had just done. You were so angry, betrayed, you felt sick every time you looked at Noah, but what did you just do? Unable to face him and everyone else around you, you picked up your bag and ran out of the restaurant.
The cold night air was nipping your cheeks that were soaked with tears. You felt your shoulders shake as you stood there in the street, passers by throwing second glances at you as you tried desperately to calm yourself down. You heard footsteps running towards you from behind, you knew they belonged to Noah. Quickly, you wiped your cheeks and hailed a passing uber. You moved as fast as your heels could carry you, not caring about the uneven sidewalk and you closed the door swiftly behind you. You gave the driver your address and asked him to go as fast as he could.
“Babe stop! Please! wait!” Noah had caught up with the uber as the car began merging into the traffic. You kept your eyes on the seat ahead, squeezing them shut when the palm of Noah’s hand met the window, thumping it. You couldn’t meet his eyes. As the car drove off, you quickly glanced in the rear window. Noah was running after the car, red wine stained his shirt - though some buttons were undone revealing his black t-shirt beneath, like he had half-heartedly tried to take off his soaked shirt in a hurry. The car continued to drive until Noah was no longer in your view.
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You had gotten up from the sofa and walked through to the bedroom, purposefully avoiding the photos of you and Noah that littered the bedside tables. You went into the closet and pulled out a fresh pair of pyjamas, you knew you weren’t going out today and didn’t feel like putting real clothes on. When you walked back through the hall to the living room, Noah was up and fastening his belt closed. Once he was dressed, he took a seat back down on the sofa. You sighed and rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling in you.
“Noah I’m not going to ask you again, please can you leave. I need to be on my own” you told him whilst picking up last nights clothes from the living room floor.
Noah stood up, but instead of walking towards the door like you had hoped, he walked towards you and then knelt down on both knees. You looked down at him, your mouth falling open but too stunned for any words to come out. You looked into his eyes, really looked into them. Tears were forming at the corners, his dark brown eyes that you loved so much, were now so heavy.
“I don’t know what else to do, so I’ll beg.” Noah said as he held your hands in his, looking up at you.
“I know what I did was wrong - more than wrong, I can’t find the words to explain how badly I messed up.” His voice wavered as he paused to compose himself. “Sweetheart, I know there is no excuse, I hurt you, I hurt us, I made a horrible mistake and not a second goes by that I don’t wish I could go back in time and change things, stop myself being such a selfish asshole, but it's too late for that. I’m begging you, please, please let me make this up to you. I love you, I love us, I love our life. I promise I will never let you down again. I am so, so sorry.” Tears were now slipping down Noah’s face.
In the 3 years you spent with Noah, you had only seen him once cry twice before now, the first time was early into your relationship when you forced him to watch Titanic and he swore that he wouldn’t cry, but you caught him using the sleeve of his hoodie to dab his eyes towards the end. The second time was during your recent trip to Japan, a city that meant so much to him and he was so happy to share it with you. On the last day of your holiday, he had surprised you with a trip to the cherry blossom trees as the sun was setting. You both sat on a bench for hours, watching the sunset over the blossoms and talking about life. You caught Noah staring at you out of the corner of your eye, when you faced him, he was smiling but his eyes were ever so slightly glassy.
“I’m just so happy to be here with you” he said whilst squeezing your hand.
Your head snapped back to now, to Noah on his knees in front of you. You struggled to comprehend that the soft, kind, and gentle Noah was the same man that was capable of cheating on you, of sleeping with another woman. You didn’t know it was physically possible for your heart to ache as much as it did right now. Your head was spinning and you had too much to think about right now.
“Noah please” you said through a sob, your right hand cupped his face “Please don’t make this harder. I need space, I need some time to think, ok?”
Noah held your hand and brought it to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. Then, he stood up, and he walked towards the door, turning on his heels slightly as if he was about to say something else, but he turning back around and walked out of the apartment, closing the door gently behind him. You held both hands over your face, no longer trying to hold back crying now that you were finally alone to let it all out.
You felt so confused, you loved Noah. More than you have ever loved anyone, but you always told yourself that cheating was one thing you would never tolerate in a relationship, no matter the situation. You had watched your mum go through hell when you were a child each time your dad was “working late” or “out of town for a conference”. Your mum became a shell of who she was. You watched her go from a confident and happy woman, to an anxious, introverted housewife who was constantly on edge. She tried to keep things together for you whilst you were young, but you knew what was happening and you swore then that you would never let a man do the same thing to you.
You spent the rest of your afternoon on the sofa in your pyjamas watching, or rather, staring at the TV. About 3 bags of popcorn and a litre of full fat coke later, you checked your phone.
8:32pm
You sighed, feeling bored and restless all of a sudden.
I’m going out.
You made your way to the closet and got dressed, for some reason, you decided to wear one of Noah’s favourite dresses. A black midi dress that he bought you whilst touring somewhere in Europe. You spent 15 minutes applying a small amount of make up, just enough to try to hide your bloodshot eyes and dark circles, ran a brush through your hair and before you knew it you were standing outside of a bar.
“Hi” you gave the bartender a half smile “Uh please can I have… a French martini” and the bartender nodded.
You looked around your shoulder, hearing a lively group of friends that had clearly been here a long time. A couple that looked around the same age as you were cuddled in the booth in the corner. You hadn’t been to this bar before but you needed a change of scene, somewhere new that wasn’t going to be tainted by reminders of nights out with Noah.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you” you smiled bringing the glass to your mouth.
“You alright?” The tall brunette asked you as you continued swigging your cocktail far too fast. ” It’s just, you look like you’ve been crying”
You huffed and laughed “Yeah, actually I have. My boyfriend cheated on me and I feel like I’ve wasted the last 3 years of my life”
You didn’t know why you were sitting here getting drunk and sharing your misery with a stranger, but she felt nice, warm and friendly, the type of person you feel like you’ve known forever. Besides, you were certain that she has heard worse.
“Ouch, I’m sorry. We’ve all been there. I try stick to no strings attached now.” she said, tucking a loose piece of dark brown hair behind her ear.
“Have you? Has every woman? I don’t know how to feel. One minute I’m angry, then I’m devastated, then all I want to do is call him and tell him to come home. I miss him.”
You continued to overshare with who you now knew as Anna. You both shared stories about college and your shit dating history and it genuinely felt like you had known her forever. You pulled out your phone to check the time.
10:45pm
Just as you went to slide your phone back into your bag, your screen lit up.
Noah: Sorry, just checking in, you still have your location on. Are you ok? Do you need a ride home? It’s pretty late.
You rolled your eyes and before replying, quickly turned off your location sharing with Noah.
You: I’m fine, just letting my hair down. I’ll get an uber.
Another hour passed and everything was blurry. You weren’t sure what pushed you from comfortable drunk, to oh no I can’t stand drunk. It might have been the further 6 cocktails, or the 2 rounds of shots that you shared with a random group of people at the bar. You tried to stand up but your legs did not want to cooperate. You fell back down onto the bar stool and slumped your head onto your arms that were leaning on the bar.
“Hey, do you want me to call someone for you?” Anna asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“No, thanks, I’ll -“ hiccup “I’ll call my boyfriend”
The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Unlocking your phone and waiting a second for your very drunk eyes to adjust to the screen, you searched for Noah’s message.
You: Hi
You: Hi Noah, can I get that ride now, please?
You: A car ride home, I don't want to ride you, anymore
What? Why did I say that? You thought, but actually said out loud.
Your phone starts to buzz in your hand.
Incoming call - Noah
It takes you a few attempts at sliding your finger across your screen to answer the call.
“Babe, where are you? Are you ok? Are you still at that bar?”
“Woooooah woah what’s with all the questions” you slurred.
“Babe just tell me the name of the bar and I’ll be there as soon as I can, I’m walking to the car now”
“It’s… it’s called uhhhh.” You held the phone away from your ear and used your other hand to cover the microphone. “Anna, where are we?”
“Sunset and Vinyl” Anna shouted over the music which now seemed a lot louder.
“Did you hear that Noah? Sunset and Vinyl..”
Noah was quiet on the other end of the line but you could still hear him breathing.
“Hellooooooooo, did you hear me? Can you pick me up?” You say impatiently into the phone.
“Yeah, stay there, I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20.”
You heard the call end and turned back to face Anna. It must be the alcohol, but you only just realised how beautiful Anna was. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly as her long bangs swept the sides of her green eyes. Freckles dotted around her nose, a matching gold nose and septum ring. Anna walked around the bar to help you up. Her legs were practically up to your shoulders. You looked up at her.
“Who would cheat on you?! Men are so stupid.”
“Oh, aren’t they just. Come on, I’ll help you out” Anna laughed and looped her arm around yours as you lent on her for support, swaying as you made your way to the front door.
You reached the sidewalk with the help of Anna and she stayed with you for a moment before you recognised Noah’s black SUV pull up outside the bar. Noah quickly jumped out and ran over to you.
“Hey, baby, are you ok?”
“Anna, this is him, this is the cheater!”
You said pointing at Noah before poking him in the chest and falling onto him. There was an uncomfortable silence. You looked up through your now half asleep drunken eyes at Noah, then towards Anna. Noah’s face paled and Anna looked like she was going to be sick. Your eyes darted to Noah again, and back to Anna and back between them once more.
“Do you know each other? Have you been here before Noah? Anna makes the best French Martinis”
More silence followed. Suddenly as if someone flicked a switch inside your head, your eyes widened, suddenly feeling sober all of a sudden, and certainly more brave.
“Come on, I'll take you home” Noah wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and started ushering you towards his car. You rooted your feet into the ground and turned back to look at Anna.
“Wait, Noah, were you here that night? After tour when you went to a new bar, was it this one? You said it was somewhere you hadn’t been before and I-“ hiccup. “I haven’t been here before tonight.”
“Sweetheart we can talk about this later, let’s go, you’re freezing”
“It was me” Anna’s voice pierced through the night air out of no where. You turned on your heels to face her.
“It was me, you said your boyfriend cheated? If he is your boyfriend, then it was me he slept with a few weeks back”
Your vision tunnelled as if you were going to pass out. You wobbled as your drunk legs turned into jelly and you felt sick, suddenly aware of the alcohol now churning in your stomach.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, he didn’t tell me about you. I swear I wouldn't hav”
“I’m SO sick of everyone being SORRY!” You cut in, feeling immediately guilty. Anna looked down at her feet before glaring at Noah quickly and tried to avoid eye contact with you. You knew even in your drunken haze that if what Anna was saying was true, it wasn't her fault, but Noah on the other hand… you turned again to face him.
“You just couldn’t help yourself! Finish tour, relax, have some drinks and the first pretty, leggy girl you see you walk home and fuck! Less than 30 minutes away from my apartment! Fuck you” You shoved Noah's shoulders which caused you to stumble backward a little.
Again, you felt guilt rising at the way you spoke about Anna . You caught her eyes and grimaced at her as if to say “sorry”.
Noah didn’t say anything, his chest rose as he inhaled deeply while he tried his best to avoid looking at Anna again.
“I need to head back in to lock up.. uh, I, I really am sorry. You know where I am if you ever want to talk or ask me anything. I know that it doesn’t make it any better, but It really was just a one night thing” and with that she turned around and walked into the bar, the faint noise of music washing through the air before the door closed, leaving you once again standing on the street trying to get away from Noah for the second time this week. You started to walk in the opposite direction but Noah grabbed your wrist firmly.
“Regardless of how things are right now, or how much you hate me, I’m not letting you walk home or get an uber in this state. Get in the car.”
He wasn’t asking.
“Noah I’m not yours to worry about anymor- hey!” Noah’s arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulder and tightening his grip as he walked you to the passenger door.
“Noah put me DOWN!”
You shouted whilst also trying hard to fight the urge to bring up all of those French Martinis as you bounced over Noah’s shoulder. You kicked your feet and thumped his back with your fists but there was no point. Worried you really were going to be sick, you gave in and surrendered, at least you’d get a ride home.
The first 5 minutes of car ride were spent in silence. No radio, no music, just the quiet hum of the car engine as Noah drove through the city.
You lifted your head up from leaning on the passenger window.
“Was she better than me?” You almost whispered.
For the first time during the drive Noah’s eyes looked over to you briefly before returning to the road.
“Do you really want to talk about this now?” Noah asked.
“Answer the question, Noah” “please” you added. Unsure if you even wanted to know the answer.
“It meant nothing. I felt nothing for her and I felt sick as soon as I left. I don’t know if that’s what you want to hear or not.”
You slowly nodded your head in acknowledgment.
“How did it happen? What did you do?” You closed your eyes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever Noah was about to say.
Noah’s hand gripped the steering wheel tighter as he slowed at a red light.
“It was near closing time, some guy was giving her a hard time at the bar about not serving him another drink. I, I uh went up to help because she looked uncomfortable.” Noah paused, accelerating and continued driving, looking ahead, the city lights reflecting in his eyes.
“I know it’s not an excuse, but I had more to drink than I usually do, just finishing up tour, I was overwhelmed and tired and got carried away. Anyway she was clearing our table and accidentally lost her footing and fell onto my lap briefly and we kind of got chatting. When we all went to leave the bar, I noticed the same guy hanging around the exit. I don’t know if this is better or worse but, I thought of you, in her situation, alone after having to deal with a creep like that at work. Her uber cancelled on her last minute so.. I offered to walk her home.”
You rested your head on the seat and looked out of the window again, really focusing hard not to vomit from the alcohol and also listening to your boyfriend tell you how he cheated on you.
“I walked her home, it was 10 minutes or so. When we got to hers, she thanked me and asked my if I’d like to go in for a nightcap”
You scoffed looking over at him rolling your eyes “A nightcap? It was that easy? Who are you? Brad Pitt? Why did you say yes? I thought that shit only happened in the movies”
“I checked the time and figured another drink wouldn’t hurt.. I know, I know. But I promise you I did not go into her house with the intention of sleeping with her.”
“But you did, so? Go on, how did it happen?”
“Babe.. I’m not going to go into detail”
“Why not? I’m asking you, I want you to be honest with me.”
You caught sight of Noah’s jaw tightening under the now faint glow of the streetlights.
“She kissed me. And I, I didn’t stop her. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t stop her. One thing led to another, and w- fuck, we had sex”
You already knew what had happened, but hearing Noah say it was like a hard punch to the gut, leaving you feeling like you couldn’t breathe. Your fingers searched frantically for the button to roll down the car window for some air. You had one hand in your chest trying to regulate your breathing.
In through your nose, and out through your mouth.
The phrase your mum always used to say to you when you were having a panic attack. Noah seemed to notice this and without hesitation he pulled over. He switched the car off and unbuckled his belt, both his hands finding your face.
“Hey, hey.. in through your nose, and out through your mouth” he said whilst demonstrating, concern in his eyes knowing what was happening to you. That was enough, you had heard enough, you couldn't talk about it anymore. You sobbed whilst trying settle your breathing.
“Just drive me home Noah. I’m tired.”
Noah carried you into your apartment. He sat you on the side of the bed and gently removed your heels. He lifted your arms up and pulled your dress over your head.
“I love this dress, I remember seeing it in a little boutique in one of the shopping arcades in Milan and immediately pictured it on you.”
He folded the dress and sat it at the end of the bed. Slowly, he lay you down onto the mattress and lifted the duvet over you. Starting from your feet, he tucked the duvet under you. Like he had done some many times before whenever you felt anxious, it made you feel protected, safe and secure. You closed your eyes and let out a breathy sigh.
“I’m not leaving you alone tonight in case you’re sick. I’ll sleep on the chair” he pointed to the armchair that sat beside the closet.
You were too tired to argue, and part of you, though you wish you didn’t, felt safe knowing Noah was just there if you needed him. You felt your eyes grow heavier.
“I hate you” you mumbled into your pillow. The last thing you remember before drifting off is Noah gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face as he whispered "I love you".
You woke up to find Noah rifling through his bedside drawer - he hadn’t noticed that you were now watching him. Noah ran his fingers through his hair, looking a little defeated, then his hand flew to something in the drawer. You watched through sleep filled eyes as he held a small turquoise box in his hands. Is that.. is that what you think it is? Noah opened the box before just as quickly, but quietly, closing it and slid it into his back pocket. He looked over to you, his eyes widening slightly as he realised you were awake and watching him.
“What was that?” You asked him as you propped yourself up onto your elbows, using one hand to rub your eyes just to make sure you were definitely awake.
“Nothing, it was nothing. I didn’t realise you were awake. How’re you feeling? How’s your head?” Obviously trying to move the conversation on.
“Noah, what was that?” Asking again, this time now sitting up on your knees.
Noah looked down “You weren’t supposed to see that. I didn’t want you to randomly come across this when you start clearing out my things again.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the small box. Your heart was thumping as Noah toyed with the box for a second in his hands, before planting it on the bed and motioning for you to take it.
“If that’s what I think it is Noah, if that’s a ring, I don’t- I can’t, I can’t take it” you stuttered out, feeling hot and flustered all of a sudden.
“I know, I’m not expecting you to. I just, like I say I didn’t want you to randomly find it. I thought I could take it with me and maybe give it to you properly one day like I had planned to”
“Before you had sex with another woman?” You retorted.
Noah’s bit down on his bottom lip and ran his fingers through his hair. For a second, the temptation got the better of you as you reached your hand out to pick up the box - but you stopped yourself. What good would it do to see what’s inside? Nothing has changed for you. You weren’t taking Noah back. You played with your fingers nervously before bringing your head up to meet Noah’s stare.
“Thank you for the ride home, and thank you for watching me through the night. I’m sorry I called you, I shouldn’t have. It won’t happen again.” Noah nodded his head slowly.
This couldn’t go on, no more back and forth, you had to do this now.
“Noah, yo- you are, and always will be the person I have loved more than anyone else in this world. I want you to know that and I want you to know that I will always hold a part of you close to me. The last 3 years have been the happiest of my life and I want to thank you for everything you have shared with me, the opportunities, the support, for letting me travel with you, and for showing me what it’s like to love fully.”
Your voice was breaking. You forced yourself to look at Noah, biting your cheek trying to stop your emotions from fully taking over. Noah’s eyes were glassy as he looked down at his hands.
“But I can’t move past this. I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done. I know you’re sorry, I know it was a mistake, and I know you love me, but even that wasn’t enough to stop you going to bed with someone else while I waited for you coming home. Even if in time we were able to work through this, I know myself and I know I won’t be able to sleep at night if you’re ever out late again, when you’re on tour on the other side of the world. I can’t do that to myself, I can’t let you do that to me”
You inhaled deeply through your mouth, your nose blocked from crying.
“It’s over Noah. We’re done.”
And it was out, it was done, you had said it. Without thinking you reached over to grab Noah’s hand in yours, holding it tightly. You were both crying now.
“Baby- i uh, fuck” was all Noah managed to say.
Your hand reached his face, his beautiful face that now looked so tired as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Gently running your fingers over his damp cheeks. Your eyes met.
“I will always love you.” He said, whilst tightening his grip on your hand.
“I respect your decision, I am so sorry for hurting you. I know you deserve someone better”
The last sentence hit you like a train. You haven’t even considered the idea of meeting someone else in the future. In your mind, this was it, you had to get used to the idea of being single forever because even right now, you knew that it was Noah, or no one.
“Please look after yourself, Noah”
You stood up and tugged Noah’s hand so he did the same. Your hand reached for the turquoise box and placed it into Noah’s hand.
“Take this. I’ll pack up the rest of your things and, uh, I’ll call your assistant to pick them up? Or mail them to you?”
“This isn’t how I pictured it in my head” Noah sighed with a hint of a laugh as he held up the box in the air.
“No, me either. But sometimes life has other plans for us” you said managing a soft smile.
And then you hugged him. Noah’s arms wrapped around you, his hand finding the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You inhaled deeply, making the most of this feeling and the smell of his woody shampoo that you loved so much. You pulled away first, taking a step back. You picked up Noah’s jacket and held it out to him.
6 months had passed since the day you said goodbye to Noah and you hadn’t spoken to him since. His assistant collected the rest of his things a few days later. He still occasionally texted you, usually late at night or early in the morning when you knew he was either having trouble sleeping or at the studio. Just telling you about his day, what he had for dinner if it was your favourite, and sometimes saying that he missed you, but you didn’t respond. You missed Noah everyday, but it was slowly getting easier to live without him. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t scrolled through the bands socials occasionally while listening to their albums after one to many glasses of wine in your apartment.
You had just gotten out of the shower, ringing your hair out in a towel when there was a knock at your door. Throwing on your bathrobe you answered the door and were greeted by your usual FedEx driver, holding up a package for you. You don’t remember ordering anything, but then again you have been drinking a lot of wine. You asked how his day was going and signed for the delivery. Thanking him, you closed the door and sat down at your kitchen table and began to open the package. Your hands froze as you looked at the dainty turquoise box in front of you. The one that Noah had kept in his bedside drawer, for how long you don’t know, the one you asked Noah to take with him 6 months ago. A small envelope fell out of the package and landed on the table, you took a deep breath and opened it.
“My love,
I hope you are well, I hope you’re safe and you’re happy. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if I asked to meet with you in person, but there are things I need to say to you that I didn’t 6 months ago.
I didn’t get to thank you. When I met you it’s no secret that my head was a mess. I was stuck in a routine of self-destructive behaviour and hurt a lot of people around me. I didn’t know then, that it was possible to enjoy life as much as I enjoyed it when I was with you. I’ve started therapy.. I know, I know! “At last” you’re probably thinking. I’m just sorry I didn’t do it sooner, you were right, you always are. You taught me so much about myself, how to be vulnerable, how to love and how to be loved and I will always be grateful for that. I hope you can also look back happily on the memories we share together, some days they're all that keeps me going.”
Your hands were shaking as you wiped your eyes and then went back to the letter.
“This ring, it belongs with you. It was made for you, and it doesn’t feel right being anywhere else. Please do what you want with it, keep it, sell it, use it to go on holiday or get the car you’ve always wanted. It is yours and it always has been.
Thank you for being my muse, the light in the dark, my best friend, and the greatest love of my life.
I will always be here for you, for anything, anytime, if you ever need me.
Always yours,
Noah.”
Tears stained the letter you were gripping in your hand. You faced the ceiling as you tried to slow your erratic heartbeat. You looked down at the box, carefully holding it in your hands for the first time. Exhaling loudly through pursed lips, you opened the box and your mouth fell open. In front of you in the small box was the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. It looked like it was custom made, a large emerald cut diamond in the centre, and alternating black and white diamonds lined the band. Although you felt afraid to touch it as though it was cursed, you couldn’t help yourself. Carefully you lifted the ring out of its velvet box and held it closer in front of you, the sunlight from the window making it sparkle more. Something on the inner band caught your eye, small writing. You held it close to your eyes and read the inscription.
“In Every Lifetime”
In every lifetime.. Your heart thumped in your chest as you felt all your blood rush to your head, overwhelmed with everything as your mind replayed a memory.
“Y’know…” Noah said as he pulled you in closer, tightening his grip on your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “I’m not sure what happens when we die.. but if we are lucky enough to have multiple lives, I hope I am here with you, in every lifetime.”
You held your hand over your mouth stifling your sobs. A sudden wave of anger and immense sadness washed over you at once.
“No” you said firmly, standing up. “He doesn’t get to do this, not after 6 months, not after everything” talking to no one but yourself. You grabbed the letter and put the ring back in its box, walking through to your bedroom you opened the drawer at your bedside, seeing the one photo of you and Noah that you just couldn't throw away and something in you softened again. God this is so confusing you thought. You grabbed your phone from the table and searched for his name.
You: How dare you sen- *delete*
You: Noah, you can’t just write something like that and send me a ring in the mai- *delete*
Biting hard on your bottom lip, you contemplated what to say. Until, three little dots appeared on your screen. Noah was typing. You hesitated for a split second, but before you could stop yourself, you tapped on his contact information and your finger pressed the button.
Block Caller
It was done, you had to move on, Noah had to let you. Taking one last look at the photo, you threw the letter and the box in the drawer and slammed it shut.
masterlist ☆ wc: 7.7k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW, smut (unedited and unprotected morning sex), noah and reader discuss a dom/sub relationship and although i have done my research, some things may still be inaccurate. idk i don't like this, i feel like i tried to squeeze a lot into the dialogue towards the end, where i could've just had them having the different parts of the conversations in different chapters, because now i feel like they just wont stop yapping lmao but hey!
SO.. i know i hyped this chapter up at the end of the last one, but what i actually had planned for that is now happening in the NEXT part (sorry) i feel like it made sense for them to talk about the relationship dynamic before they do what they're gonna do in the next part hehehe🤭
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The room was still dark when you woke up, with the tiniest slither of light peeking through the curtains. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you let out a content hum before letting your eyes shut again. But the more conscious you were becoming, the more you noticed what was happening around you.
The AC was making the room far too cold for your liking, but there was also something warm pressed against your back. Noah was still holding you tight, spooning you, one of his arms resting heavily over your waist, holding you close, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
And his cock was still inside you.
You could feel it- soft and warm at first, nestled deep inside you. But as you became more aware, your walls clenched involuntarily, and you felt it slowly twitching, thickening, growing harder inside you. Noah was still half asleep himself, but his body was reacting to you none the less. He pressed even closer, his lips brushing softly against the back of your neck in lazy, sleepy kisses.
A low, quiet groan escaped him as his cock continued to twitch, stretching your sensitive walls again. You let out a soft, breathy whimper at the feeling, which at first felt a little strange and sore, but that feeling was starting to fade into something a lot more pleasurable.
Noah’s lips moved higher, kissing along your shoulder, then your neck, until he reached just behind your ear. His voice was deep and raspy with sleep when he finally whispered against your skin:
“…Morning, princess.” He gave a slow roll of his hips, pushing his now rock hard cock even deeper into you. The slow drag made you gasp softly. “I woke up hard inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleepy lust as he kissed your neck again. “Couldn’t help it… you feel too good.”
He didn’t thrust hard, he was just giving slow and lazy rolls of his hips, like he was savouring the warmth and wetness of your pussy. His hand slid down your body until his fingers found your clit, rubbing it gently while he continued kissing your neck and shoulder.
You moaned softly, pushing back against him, still hazy with sleep. Noah hummed in approval, nipping gently at your skin.
“Want me to make you feel good again before we get up?” He whispered tenderly, his cock throbbing inside you. “Or do you just want to lie here and let me stay buried in you a little longer?”
He slowly kissed the side of your neck again, while his fingers kept up their gentle teasing on your clit. But when he didn’t get an answer, he stopped moving.
“You want it, baby?” He asked, his breath warm against your neck as he moved his hand to stroke your hip instead.
You nodded, pushing back against him gently.
“I do… but I have work this morning.” You said softly, and he sensed the slight hesitation in your voice.
“Baby, it’s only 6am,” he whispered, nipping gently at your neck. “We’ve got plenty of time. Let me make you feel good before you have to go out.”
You hesitated for half a second, but then nodded, and melted back into his touch.
“Okay…”
You reached back and took his hand, and guided it down between your legs until his fingers rested on your clit again. At the same time, you pushed back against him, taking his now fully hard cock deeper into your pussy, making Noah let out a satisfied groan.
“That’s my good girl.” He whispered.
His fingers started moving in circles over your clit again while he rolled his hips, fucking you from behind. The entire thing felt so incredibly intimate, from waking up still tangled together, to the way his chest was pressed against your back, to the soft little kisses and soft praises he’d whisper between thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Just relax… let me take care of you.”
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pushing back to meet him again. Noah kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers kept up their gentle rhythm on your clit.
“You feel so good like this,” he said, “My sweet girl.”
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one pressing him fully inside you before pulling back just enough to slide in again. The room was quiet except for your soft moans and the gentle sounds of your bodies moving together.
Noah nipped lightly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue.
“You’re getting so close already, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “I can feel you squeezing me. Don’t hold back, princess. Cum whenever you want to.”
His fingers circled your clit a little faster, still gentle, while his cock continued those slow, deep strokes. You pushed back against him, chasing the pleasure, your breathing growing quicker.
Noah held you tighter, kissing the side of your face.
“That’s it sweetheart, let it happen. I’ve got you...”
The combination of his cock filling you and his fingers on your clit finally pushed you over the edge. You came with a soft, trembling moan, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through you.
Noah groaned quietly, kissing your neck as he felt you cum around him, and he kept moving through your orgasm, slow and gentle, drawing it out until you started to come down. Then his own breathing grew heavier. His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more urgent.
“I’m close, baby,” he murmured against your skin, voice strained with pleasure. “Can I cum inside you?”
You nodded quickly, pushing back against him.
“Please…”
Noah buried his face in your neck and let out a low, shaky groan as he came. His cock pulsed deep inside you, filling you with warm, thick spurts of cum. He held you tightly through every twitch, kissing your shoulder and whispering soft, sleepy praises.
“Fuck…” he breathed, still buried inside you as he finished. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as his softening cock stayed nestled warmly inside you.
“Stay like this with me a little longer,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to the back of your neck. “We still have time before you have to get ready.”
So you did. You stayed like this for another fifteen minutes, just holding each other and sharing sleepy kisses, until you decided it was probably time to shower.
You both stood under the water, taking turns stealing the shampoo and conditioner from each other. There was just something so soft and intimate about the way he was holding you, the way he ran his soapy fingers through your hair before conditioning the ends, the way he took his time and put so much care into every little touch.
By the time you’d both finished in the bathroom, Noah was towelling off his hair while you stood in front of the mirror braiding yours, then you caught his eye in the reflection.
“…I don’t want to go to work.”
He smiled.
“I know.”
“No, I really don’t.”
He nodded his head.
“Just wanna climb back in bed, huh?”
You sighed as you tied the little elastic around your hair.
“I’ve been thinking about it.” You turned to face him, folding your arms. “Can I call in sick?”
“You could.” He shrugged.
Your eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“No.”
You groaned loudly enough to make him laugh, and he wandered over, sliding his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“What happened to the girl who told me she’d go insane if she didn’t work? Have I really spoiled you that much?” He smirked.
“It’s not that…” You rested your forehead against his shoulder with another exaggerated sigh. “I just know today’s going to drag.”
He gently rubbed your back.
“Probably.”
“Thanks for the optimism.” You scoffed
“But…”
You looked up. His expression had suddenly changed into one of those knowing looks that told you he was already three steps ahead, and he knew something you didn’t.
“If you can make it to the end of the week… I’ve got something planned for us.”
Your curiosity straight away won over your misery.
“What kind of something?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Noah!”
He shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Maybe...”
“Will you give me a clue?”
He thought it over for a moment… then shook his head.
“That’s not fair.” You pouted.
“It’ll be worth it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.” He smiled, then leaned down and kissed your forehead. “So… if you manage to make it through the rest of the week, I’ll promise to make it worth it.”
…
If Noah’s promise of a surprise at the weekend was the only thing that got you through the drive to work that morning, it certainly wasn’t enough to get you through the shift itself. Because from the moment you stepped through the door, everything just seemed to go wrong.
The morning rush felt more busy than normal, the card machine froze twice before lunchtime, somebody spilled an entire caramel latte across the floor by the counter, and by eleven o’clock you’d remade three drinks because customers insisted they were wrong- despite watching you make them exactly how they asked.
By midday your feet were aching and you felt sick. By two o’clock you’d forgotten to take your lunch break because of how busy it’d been, until Tom shoved a sandwich into your hands and guided you away into the staff room.
By four, someone had complained that their coffee wasn’t hot enough, despite steam still rising from the cup when you took off the lid. But still, you smiled through every interaction and apologised a thousand times, even when it wasn’t your fault. Then, somewhere around five o’clock, your brain simply stopped working.
“Hey.” You looked up as Tom appeared beside the coffee machine. “You alright?”
You blinked, caught suddenly off guard.
“…Yeah?”
“Pfft, liar.”
You let out a tired laugh.
“I’m just done with today.”
Tom nodded sympathetically.
“Only another hour.”
You groaned dramatically.
“I don’t think I’ve got another hour in me.”
“You do.” He said, then suddenly nudged your shoulder. “And good news!”
“Hm?”
“The new guy starts on Monday!”
You looked at him hopefully.
“Really?”
“Yep. So next week we shouldn’t be running around like lunatics.”
Relief washed over you.
“Oh thank god.”
The thought alone was enough to keep you going for the final stretch… and before you knew it, it was six. You finished wiping the counters, put away the left over sandwiches and pastries, mopped the floor and finally untied your apron.
You said goodbye to Tom, who promised to close so you could leave just that little bit earlier, then finally, you pushed open the cafe door and stepped outside into the cool evening air.
A familiar black car was already waiting outside, and it made your heart flutter the moment you spotted it. You couldn’t stop smiling as you hurried over, exhaustion forgotten for just a second. But he climbed out before you’d even reached the car.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” You smiled.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before reaching for your bag.
“I’ve got it.” He said.
“I can carry-”
“I know.” But he took it anyway. Then the two of you started walking towards the passenger side together.
“So…” Noah glanced at you. “How was your day?”
You opened your mouth… but nothing came out.
Instead, the overwhelming feeling creeped up on you again, and your eyes suddenly started to fill with tears, so you immediately looked away.
“…Hey.” His voice softened, and he stopped walking. “What happened?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart.”
You swallowed hard.
“It was just…” You let out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a long day.”
His face suddenly softened even more, because he suddenly saw it all on you. How tense and stiff your shoulders were, how exhausted your eyes looked, the way your jaw was clenched…
Without saying another word, Noah stepped closer, and his hands settled gently on either side of your face.
“You made it.” You said gently.
You looked up at him.
“What?”
“You got through it.”
The lump in your throat somehow grew even bigger.
“I know it doesn’t feel like much right now,” he said quietly, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks, “But I’m proud of you.”
A tiny, weak smile appeared on your lips.
“I spent ten minutes crying because I didn’t realise someone asked for oat milk. I had to chase them out the cafe!”
He smiled sympathetically.
“It’s okay.”
“And I forgot someone’s muffin.”
“That’s okay too.”
“And-“
“Shh,” he gently hushed, before his hand found yours. “You’re done now, okay? It’s time to come home and relax.” Just hearing him say it slightly eased the feeling in your chest. “You don’t have to stress anymore.”
He opened the passenger door for you.
“I’ve got you.”
You zoned out almost the whole way back to Noah’s, your head resting against the window, and you watched the city blur past as Noah drove with one hand on the wheel. Every now and then he’d glance over at you, like he was just silently checking in, but nothing changed the whole way back.
He could tell you were running on fumes, and he hated it.
By the time he pulled onto the drive, you didn’t even realise you’d almost fallen asleep.
“We’re home.” He said as he opened the passenger door, and reached over to unbuckle you.
You blinked a few times, a little confused and slightly dazed.
“…Already?”
He smiled.
“C’mon.”
This time, he didn’t even give you the chance to reach for your bag. He lifted it onto his shoulder before holding the front door open for you.
The familiar, now comforting, scent of his home hit you the second you stepped inside, and you let out a long breath.
God… it really was starting to feel like home.
Noah locked the door behind you before setting your bag down in the hallway, then he turned to face you.
There was something different about him now… he wasn’t stern or cold, but the way he was looking at you told you that what he was about to say wasn’t up for discussion.
He gently tilted his head.
“Come here a second.”
You didn’t realise you were still stood by the front door, so you took a couple steps closer, until he could reach you, then he brushed a thumb over your one of your cheeks.
“You’ve had enough today.”
You laughed tiredly.
“I really have.” You frowned.
His hands settled gently on your shoulders.
“So…” A tiny smile appeared on his lips. “I’m taking over.”
You looked at him curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he said softly, “…you don’t have to make another decision tonight. I’m giving your brain the evening off.”
Your lips curved into a smile.
“…Okay.”
“I’ve got three jobs for you, baby.”
“Three?”
“Only three.” He nodded, then held one finger up. “First…” He reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. “I’ve written a message for your landlord.”
You frowned. You had completely forgotten to chase up the inspection, to ask if anyone had been out to look at your apartment yet.
“It says exactly what you need it to, so you just need you to read it, make sure you’re happy with it, and send it to him from your phone.”
You stared at him.
“You wrote it for me?”
“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Then, he held up a second finger.
“After that…”
He gently turned you towards the staircase.
“I will run you a bath. I want you to take your time in there, relax, use whatever you want… there’s no rush. If you’d like, I can even help you in there, but otherwise,” he held up the third finger, “Come back downstairs when you’re finished, dinner will be ready. I went shopping earlier and bought one of those pizzas you said you liked. I know it’s nothing fancy, but just like you said to me last night, it’s a comfort food.”
Your heart melted, and you suddenly felt tears begin to blur your vision.
“You don’t have to do any of that for me.”
“I know.” He whispered, “But I want to anyway.”
You smiled.
“…Can I help?”
He shook his head.
“Nope. You looked after me last night, so tonight,” his thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “It’s my turn to look after you.”
You looked at him for a long moment, wondering whether to argue it. But why would you? The heavy, anxious feeling that had been sitting on your chest ever since you’d opened the cafe this morning was gone. Your shoulders had dropped without you even noticing, the constant buzzing of voices and thoughts in your mind had quietened.
He had told you exactly what you needed to do, you didn’t have to plan a single thing or make any choice. Just do as he said.
And Noah watched as it happened. The way your posture softened and you let out a tiny breath, and he thought to himself there it is.
He’d been noticing it for a while now. Whenever he gently took charge, you would simply let him, and you’d be so at ease. It was really the only time you’d let yourself relax, and it left him wondering something…
“Go on.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, with a gentle pat against your hip, “Off you go.”
You laughed quietly.
“Yes, sir.”
The words slipped out before you even realised you’d said them, then you suddenly froze, and Noah froze too. For a second, neither of you said a word. Then one corner of his mouth slowly pulled into a smirk.
“…Cute.”
Heat rushed straight to your face.
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know.” He smiled, “C’mon, let’s send this text and run you a nice warm bath.”
…
The bath did exactly what Noah had hoped it would. You stayed in there for almost an hour, surrounded by bubbles, and the scent of lavender filling the room. Noah had stayed in there with you for the first fifteen minutes. You talked about your day, got some things off your chest, and he even washed your hair for you.
For the first time all day, you finally felt like you could breathe. You weren’t thinking about work, or your apartment, or your landlord, or anything that had been causing you stress. You were just existing, taking all the time you needed, laying back in the water until it began to feel a little cold.
By the time you wandered back downstairs in the clothes Noah laid out on the bed for you- one of his t-shirts and a comfy pair of pyjama shorts- your hair was still damp, but for the first time since coming back from Paris, your mind felt at peace.
You heard Noah call your name, so you looked towards the kitchen, and he was stood by the counter, plating up dinner.
“I was starting to think you’d fallen asleep in there.”
“I could’ve.” You smiled.
Dinner was nothing fancy- just pizza, garlic bread, two cold drinks and more easy, simple conversation that didn’t hurt your head. It was his turn to tell you about his day now, how he visited his friend Davis (and showed you a picture of his dog), they talked through some merch ideas then he went grocery shopping and saw they had your favourite pizza so of course he had to pick a couple up.
After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch. The TV played a nature documentary that you both commented on every now and then, talking about how cute the animals were, about how he and his friends visited a koala sanctuary last time they were in Australia. It just felt so calm, so peaceful. Exactly what you needed after a day like today.
At some point, you stretched your legs across his lap without really thinking about it. Neither of you said anything about it, but after a moment, you felt his hand gently settle around your ankle.
“You alright if I…?”
You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been standing all day,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the side of your foot, “Your feet probably hurt.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“...A little.”
His thumbs began to gently press into the arch of your foot, and you let out a content little sigh at how unexpectedly nice it felt.
“Is that good?” He asked gently, and you nodded.
“But be careful, I might just fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
He let out a soft chuckle, continuing to slowly massage you.
“And is that a problem?” He asked, glancing back up at the TV. “Just means I’ll have to carry you up to bed… oh no!”
You let out a chuckle, about to argue, but his warm, strong hands were incredibly gentle, and you felt yourself sink into the comfy cushions. For a moment, the two of you were silent, watching the TV, until he eventually spoke again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You turned your head.
“Sure.”
“It’s a slightly strange question.”
That made you smile.
“Go on…”
He looked down at your feet in his lap for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“…Have you noticed how different you are tonight?”
“What do you mean?” You frowned.
He glanced back up, meeting your eyes.
“You’ve been the happiest and most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen you. You’ve smiled more, you’ve not been fidgeting…” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze. “…Do you think maybe.. it’s because your mind finally seems to have settled?”
You thought about it.
“…Yeah. Does it really show that much?”
“It does to me.” He said softly, “Do you know why you feel like this?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. So he gently prompted you.
“Do you think it could be because you’ve let me take some of that weight off you tonight? Writing the message to your landlord, choosing which bubble bath to use, laying out something for you to wear, telling you what we’re having for dinner..?”
“...Yeah.” You answered after a moment, “Yeah, it’s definitely made me feel a lot better.”
He nodded his head slowly, his fingers still working against your skin.
“I’ve been noticing something for a while.”
“What’s that?” You asked curiously.
He paused for a moment, taking in a slow breath.
“Before I say this, I want you to know that I do not think you need someone to rescue you- I know you don’t. I think you’re so incredibly capable, you work hard, you’ve built a life for yourself, and you know just how to handle things. You always will.”
He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he continued.
“But… I also think you’re exhausted.” He said simply, and the words hit you harder than you expected. “I hate that you think you have to deal with everything, and carry the weight of it all by yourself.” He added.
“I don’t really know how not to.” You said, looking away from him and letting out a laugh that didn’t really sound like a laugh at all. “I know no one’s coming to save me… I know that if I don’t stay on top of things, everything will just fall apart. It’s just the way life is, Noah. Some of us have it easy, some of us don’t have a choice.”
Another quiet moment passed, he pressed his lips together and slowly nodded his head.
“I completely understand, more than you know baby, trust me. But has it ever occurred to you…” he said, his voice soft, “That maybe you’ve just never had someone that you trust enough to take that weight from you?”
Your eyes drifted back to his, and before you could say anything, he continued.
“I’m not saying all of it, I’m not saying forever… I’m just talking about whenever things get too much, or if there’s something that you recognise is causing you a lot of stress… let me handle it. Like I’ve done for you tonight.”
He looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently stroking your ankle.
“I took control tonight, didn’t I? I gave you those tasks to do, I made those big decisions for you, and you didn’t argue, you trusted me with everything, and up until about five minutes, you looked peaceful,” he chuckled softly. “I liked seeing you like that.”
You slowly nodded your head, feeling your chest ache a little.
“Yeah… thank you for doing that, Noah. It really made me feel…” you searched for the right word, “Safe.”
He looked at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile.
“That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”
Then, for a moment, another comfortable silence settled between you two. The TV continued playing, though neither of you really knew what was going on anymore. Then Noah gently moved your legs in his lap until you looked a little more comfortable, then- almost cautiously this time- he spoke again.
“I’ve been wondering whether there’s a way we could make that feeling something you get more often.”
You looked over at him again, frowning curiously.
“What do you mean?”
Then Noah slowly took a deep breath, like he was almost preparing himself, before asking,
“Have you ever heard of a dominant and submissive relationship?”
Your tummy immediately fluttered, but you couldn’t help yourself from smirking.
“You mean like, ‘who’s your daddy, babygirl?’” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Noah dropped his head back against the couch, trying to hold back his laugh.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You giggled.
“I know.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I guess that is the stereotype…”
“So that’s not what you’re talking about?”
“No. Not unless that’s something that two people enjoy.” He looked back at you, “I’m talking about trust.” The smile slowly faded from your face as you realised how serious he was. “I’m talking about one person choosing to take a little more responsibility, and the other choosing to hand a little of that responsibility over.”
You frowned thoughtfully.
“So… the dominant is in charge, right?”
“Yeah, in some ways.” He smiled softly. “But not in the way you probably think. Instead of bossing the sub around, the way I see the dominant’s role is to create somewhere that feels safe. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. So the submissive doesn’t have to be ‘on’ all the time. They put their trust in the dom to care for them, so they can just switch their brain off.” His thumb continued absentmindedly tracing circles against your ankle. “If I were to be a dom, I don’t want someone who’s scared of me, or someone who obeys me because they have to. I’d want someone who’s comfortable enough with me to relax and trust me to make the right choices for them.”
Your heart gave the tiniest squeeze.
“…Like tonight.” You said.
He smiled.
“Exactly like tonight.”
You thought about it for a moment…
“So… what does that actually mean? If tonight worked the way you wanted it to?”
He leaned back into the sofa.
“It means we’d probably have routines. Tonight seemed to help you, so I’m guessing your brain likes structure.”
“I don’t think my brain knows what structure is.” You scoffed.
He gave you a sad smile.
“So maybe that means I’d tell you exactly how I want your day to look. You’d still get a say, of course, I don’t want you to think I’m taking your autonomy away… but maybe I’d tell you what time to set an alarm for in the mornings, I’d remind you to eat breakfast, then after work it’d be just like tonight- I’d plan the evening out for you, tell you to change into something comfy, remind you if there’s anything you need to do, like texting your landlord…”
A warm smile spread across your face.
“...I think I like the sound of that.”
“You think?”
You nodded your head.
“And aren’t there like… rules to things like this?” You asked, “Is there a contract I have to sign?”
He chuckled, his fingers stroking up and down your calf.
“There can be rules and contracts...”
Your eyebrows rose.
“It sounds a bit scary.”
“It shouldn’t be.” He reassured you, “They’re not there to punish you, baby. They’re there to support you. For example, I don’t think we’d have a formal contract, but our rules might be that you text me to let me know you got to work safely every morning, and I might ask that if you’re overwhelmed or you aren’t having the best day, to tell me instead of pretending you’re okay. And if something I did ever upset you, I’d expect you to tell me that too.”
You smiled softly, nodding your head.
“So it’s not just me following rules?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I’d have more rules than you, actually.”
“Really?”
He nodded his head.
“The dominant has a hell of a lot of responsibilities.” He explained, “If I were asking you to trust me like that, I’d have a responsibility to earn it every day in every which way, and to respect every one of your wishes. I may be the dominant, but you’re actually in total control, baby.”
The room then fell quiet as you thought, the TV still playing in the background, completely forgotten about now. You looked down at your hands, unsure what to say…
“So you think this is something that’d actually suit us?” You asked gently, and he shrugged almost shyly.
“…I think this is something we’ve already been doing without either of us noticing.”
You nodded, realising he’s kinda right.
“…Can I say something stupid?”
“There’s no such thing.” He smiled.
“I always thought this kind of thing was just like… a sex thing.” You said, your cheeks turning a little pink.
“A lot of people do.” Noah chuckled quietly. “And it can be. For some people, that’s all it is. But for other people, it’s a whole relationship dynamic. It can be the way you communicate, how you look after each other, the roles you naturally fall into.”
You nodded your head slowly, though you were too busy wondering,
“Would ours be a sex thing?”
He shook his head with a little smile.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not primarily,” he said, “I don’t want the bedroom to be the foundation of this. I want it to be built on trust, communication, and you feeling safe- that’s what I care about most.” He gave your ankle a gentle squeeze again, “The bedroom would just be another place where that trust comes into play.”
“So it could become a part of it?” You smirked.
He let out a soft chuckle, the expression on his face still calm and reassuring.
“If you wanted to explore that side of it with me, then yes. We’d talk about it, take our time, and only do what feels right for the both of us. Communication and trust is the most important part of this whole thing, so we’d discuss boundaries, things we wanna explore and the things that are completely off the table, so neither of us are left feeling unsure or uncomforable.”
You nodded your head.
“You’ve really done your research on this, huh?” You smiled.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t want to bring it up unless I was sure I understood exactly what I was asking.”
You moved your legs, swinging them off his lap before sitting up straight.
“So if I agree to this…” you began, “You’re not gonna make me call you daddy at any point?”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his head tipping back against the couch again as he flashed a toothy grin.
“Why would I, baby?” He shook his head, “...I know there’s a different word you prefer.”
Your face suddenly felt red hot, but you tried to play it off with a scoff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no? That little blush says otherwise.”
“There is no blush.” You folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to look offended though your grin gave you away. “You’re imagining things.”
He smiled knowingly but, to your relief, let it drop.
“For the record,” he said, “I’m never going to tell you what you have to call me. If something feels natural, great. If it doesn’t, we don’t do it.”
You nodded, appreciating how simple he made everything sound.
“…Okay.” So daddy isn’t off the table?
Silence settled between you for a moment, and you chewed on your cheek, another question forming in your mind.
“…Can I ask something else?”
“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”
“It might sound… really stupid.”
“It won’t.”
You hesitated.
“So…” You looked over at him, a tiny smile creeping onto your face. “What happens if I’m… difficult?”
One of Noah’s eyebrows lifted.
“Difficult?”
“You know…” You shrugged innocently. “If I roll my eyes, sass you, tease you, deliberately don’t do what you tell me to…”
His expression didn’t change, instead, he looked almost amused.
“You mean what happens if you’re a brat?” He smirked, “…well it depends, would you ever do that?”
“I don’t know.” You grinned. “Maybe.”
He laughed softly.
“I think you probably would.”
“I might… just to see what happens…” You smirked.
“Yeah, I had a feeling.” He shook his head.
You watched him carefully, that little teasing smile still on your face.
“So?”
He thought for a second before answering.
“If you’re teasing me because you’re in a playful mood… then yeah, I’d probably tease you right back, or if you’re purposely pushing me then yeah i’d give you what you want if you’re asking me to punish you- but that’s something completely different that we can discuss. But if you’re pushing back because you’re overwhelmed, upset or anxious…” His expression softened. “…then I’d stop and figure out what’s actually going on.”
“So you wouldn’t just put me in my place?”
He let out a quiet laugh.
“No, baby, not unless I know that’s what you want.” He leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes people joke, sometimes they’re bratty or playful, sometimes they’re stressed. And sometimes they’re asking for reassurance without knowing how.” His eyes met yours. “My job would be to figure out which one it is.”
Your smile faded into a look of soft awe.
“…You really think about people’s feelings a lot, don’t you?”
“I’d have to.” He shrugged. “If someone trusted me enough with this, then I’d have a responsibility to pay attention to how they’re feeling.” He smiled. “Besides, you strike me as someone who’s a little cheeky.”
Yeah… you couldn’t deny that.
The documentary eventually ended, and the credits ran on the screen. Noah reached for the remote and switched the TV off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the sofa. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a quiet sigh.
“Come on.” He said, and you looked up. “I think it’s time for bed.”
You nodded your head. He stood first before offering you a hand, waiting patiently until you slipped yours into it.
“Good evening?” He asked.
“It’s been a really good evening.” You smiled.
“Good. I’m glad.” He smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading you upstairs.
After you’d both brushed your teeth, Noah had disappeared for a quick shower. You wandered around his bedroom while you waited, absentmindedly straightening the cushion on the chair by his window before immediately laughing at yourself, thinking “seriously? you’re tidying his room now?”
The sound of the shower soon stopped, and a few minutes later the bathroom door opened.
You looked up, and… oh.
“What?” Noah glanced over, towelling his hair dry.
“…Nothing.”
A smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Mm, doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
Heat crept back into your cheeks as he stepped into the bedroom. He’d changed into a pair of grey joggers and nothing else, his hair dark and damp from the shower, his chain necklace still around his neck, catching the light. He looked too fucking good… it brought your mind back to something you were talking about earlier…
You looked away before he could catch you staring again.
“Oh… you’ve gone shy, baby.”
“No I haven’t.”
“You have.”
You shook your head, letting out a lighthearted sigh.
“I was just thinking.” You answered.
“About?”
“…Stuff.”
He laughed quietly, hanging the towel back over the door before walking over to the bed.
“Well, that narrows it down.”
You climbed into bed beside him, suddenly finding the pattern on the sheets incredibly fascinating.
“Have you got another question?” He asked.
You looked up, a little in awe.
“…How do you always know?”
“Because you’ve got your thinking face on.” He smirked, “You always bite the inside of your cheek when you’re thinking.”
You weren’t even aware you were doing it, but the moment you caught yourself, you stopped.
“Okay… maybe I do have another question.”
“Then ask away.”
You hesitated.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Why not?”
Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug.
“I don’t know…” You looked down at your hands. “It feels embarrassing…”
Noah’s expression softened immediately, he reached across the bed and laced his fingers with yours.
“Hey, nothing’s embarrassing, baby.” His thumb brushed gently across the back of your hand. “If you’re asking something because you’re curious, if there’s something you want to understand, or you want to know what something might look like…” He smiled warmly. “Those are good conversations. Important conversations.”
You felt yourself relax a little.
“So you don’t mind?”
“Not even slightly.” He smiled. “I’d much rather we talked about something when we’re both relaxed like this than when we’re caught up in the moment.”
You let out a small breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
“I think that’s why I want to ask now.”
“Mm, I thought it might be.” He shuffled a little closer to you, but still gave you plenty of space. “So… what are you wondering?”
You laughed nervously.
“I feel like every question I ask tonight makes me sound more clueless.”
“There isn’t a test, baby. And there definitely aren’t any silly questions.” He squeezed your hand. “This is something we’d figure out together, you need to ask these questions.”
The reassurance settled something inside you, and you slowly nodded your head.
“How would this kind of relationship change what we do in the bedroom?” You asked, your cheeks heating up again.
He thought for a moment, sitting up a little more against the headboard.
“It wouldn’t change anything, unless you wanted it to.” He answered, his voice warm and steady. “We’d only go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if we do this… it means I take full responsibility for your body and your pleasure, and there are some slightly stricter rules.”
Noah reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender even as the conversation grew heavier.
“First, we’d have safe words, or maybe a colour system would work better for us,” he explained. “‘Red’ to stop everything immediately. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down or check in, and ‘green’ if you’re good and want me to keep going. You can use them anytime, baby, even if you’re in the middle of moaning my name and your legs are shaking.” He smirked.
You nodded, listening carefully as he continued, his hand now resting on your thigh under the covers.
“We’d also talk about limits and boundaries beforehand. Hard limits are things that are completely off the table. Soft limits are things we might explore later when you feel safer. The most important part is that you communicate with me, so i know that you trust me to take care of you. To push you, but never break you, and to always put your wellbeing first, even when I’m being rough with you- if that’s something you want.”
“That is something I want to try, actually...” You confessed shyly, “I want you to be rougher with me.”
“And how do you want me to do that, baby?” He asked gently.
“…Fuck me harder,” you whispered, “Maybe even manhandle me…”
Noah’s smile just grew.
“Yeah? What about things like choking? Spanking? Degradation?”
“I’d like to try those things,” you nodded, “Just slowly… and maybe not the degradation part. I don’t like being called bad names or anything that makes me feel worthless…”
Noah’s expression immediately softened with understanding, and he cupped your cheek tenderly.
“Hard limit on degradation- got it,” he said firmly. “No slut, no whore, no names like that?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Instead, would you prefer that I call you my good girl? My pretty little baby?”
You nodded your head as heat tingled between your thighs, and Noah smiled softly.
“Got it, and as for the rest… fuck, baby. I love that you want it rough. I’d keep it safe, always watching your face, checking in with you, using that colour system.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “See? That’s how this works. You tell me what you need, what you don’t want, and then I take care of you.”
You nodded your head, smiling at him.
“What about you?” You asked, “What’s something you’d like to try? Or your limits. It’s important to talk about you too, right?”
Noah smiled, warm and a little amused, as he pulled you closer so you were half draped over his chest, his hand stroking slowly up and down your back.
“I’m glad you asked,because yeah, it goes both ways.” He thought for a moment, “I don’t have a lot of hard limits, honestly. I’ve tried a lot of things over the years. Rough sex, bondage, overstimulation… I’m pretty open. I’m happy to try just about anything new with you as long as we talk about it first and we both feel safe and comfortable.”
His hand slid down to your ass, just holding you, making you smile.
“One thing I’d really love to try with you is using toys,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower. “Vibrators, dildos, those suctions toys that suck on your clit. Maybe even plugs, nipple clamps, restraints… if that’s okay with you of course. I think you’d really like it if we take it slow.”
Your head spun just thinking about it, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he spoke, though you both tried to ignore it.
“As for rules,” he continued more seriously, “I have a couple that are non-negotiable for me. No gags for you of any kind- whether it’s my cock down your throat or your panties in your mouth- unless we’ve already agreed on a clear, non-verbal safe signal, like tapping my thigh three times or something. I need to be able to hear you. I need to hear your voice saying ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if something’s wrong. That’s my hard rule. Your safety comes first, always.”
Noah tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.
“I also don’t want to do anything that could cause real harm, no breath play beyond light choking, if that’s something you like, no extreme pain stuff unless you specifically ask for it and we build up slowly. And aftercare is mandatory. Every single time, no matter how rough we get or how gentle it is, I’m going to cuddle you, clean you up, get you water, and make sure you feel safe when we’re done.”
He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply, his hand slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
“Does any of that sound good to you, baby?” He asked against your lips, his voice husky.
You nodded your head.
“Yeah… I really like that.” You smiled.
“Good,” he said, looking in your eyes, “And if you had another bad day like today, you could come to me, hand everything over, and we could use sex- or play- to shut that pretty little brain of yours off.”
Noah’s voice stayed soft and warm as he held you close, one hand gently stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek as you looked up at him.
“Some days you might just need me to be soft with you,” he whispered, “So I’d take you to the bedroom, undress you slowly, and lay you down on the bed. Then I’d spend a long time kissing every inch of you… your neck, tits, tummy… until you’re all relaxed for me.” He brushed his nose against yours sweetly before continuing. “I’d spread your legs and worship that pretty pussy with my mouth for as long as you need, sucking softly on your clit until your mind starts to go quiet. I’d slide my fingers inside you and curl them just right, making you feel so fucking good, until all the stress melts away and all you can do is moan and tremble.”
Noah’s his voice then grew a little huskier as he continued.
“Other days… when your brain is working against you and you need something stronger to shut it off completely… I can be rougher with you, baby. I could pin you down, spank you until your ass is warm and stinging, then fuck you hard and deep until the only thing left to think about in your pretty head is the way my cock feels inside you. I’d choke you just enough to make everything feel more intense, hold you down and fuck you until you’re crying and cumming so hard you forget everything, even your own name.”
He smirked, trying to ignore the way everything he said was making his dick ache.
“But no matter which way we go,” he whispered against your lips, “I’ve got you. I’ll read exactly what you need that day. If you need gentle, I’ll be so, so gentle. If you need to be ruined to quiet your thoughts… then I’ll ruin you, sweetheart. And afterwards, I’ll hold you, clean you up, and tell you how perfect you are.”
Noah pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes, his hand still gently stroking your cheek.
“Does that sound like something you want from me?” He asked softly.
You nodded your head.
“I think…” you whispered, “This is exactly what I want.”
He smiled.
“Good. And just so I know where we’re at…” He gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “How do you feel about this? About being my submissive?”
“I want it.” You said firmly.
His smile softened immediately.
“You don’t have to say yes because it’s me, or because you think it’ll make me happy.”
“I’m not.” You shook your head. “I’m serious. I want this, Noah.”
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to spoil the next chapter in three words... toys. hotel. mask. :)
Noah’s eyebrow quirked at the sound of your astonished voice. He didn’t question it…but he was certainly paying attention now.
You continued to stare at your phone, mouth getting wider and irises blowing out black while you studied whatever was captivating you.
“This guy is so fucking hot” you mumbled to yourself…just loud enough for Noah to hear.
A small “hmmph” is heard from your boyfriend as he continues playing his PC game.
“Jesus Christ…how is he even legal?” Your voice got a little louder and for extra tease…you started to squirm a little on the bed.
“What are you looking at over there?” Noah finally decided to break his silence.
“This freaking guy…holy shit, Noah…he’s so hot” you answer him without hesitation. Whipping around in his computer chair, he stood with a snarl on his face and his hands on his hips.
“Who?” He asks simply. You’re cute little tattooed owl.
“This guy!!” You answer back, still staring at your phone and mot meeting Noah’s eyes.
“What guy! Let me see!” He started to sound a little whiney….a little…jealous?? Maybe???
With one step, he crossed the small space between his desk and his bed to reach for your phone, which you hand him without question.
“Let me see this fucking dude that’s so fucking ho- Oh.” The color invaded his cheeks as he turned your phone only to see the front facing camera on and his own reflection staring back at him.
“It’s me” he says simply, the cutest little tight lipped smile gracing his face to accessorize his blushed cheeks. “It’s me” he repeats before tossing your phone gently on the bed and batting his eyelashes playfully at you.
You smile up at him before laughing softly at his adorable reaction.
“Yeah it’s you…s’always you” you say sweetly while making grabby hands at him. “Now save your game and come love on me, hottie”
masterlist ☆ wc: 8.7k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW (blowjob, soft and sleepy unprotected sex) also i never proof read my smut so that should also be a warning :/
this is just a sweet and domestic chapter <3 it might not seem like a lots happening but these last couple chapters have been setting up for what's to come mwahaha🫶
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The next morning you woke up to warmth. Not from the covers, but from the fingers slowly running through your hair. It was gentle enough that it barely disturbed your sleep, fingertips combing through the strands before settling at the back of your head.
Then came a soft kiss against your forehead.
“...Sweetheart?”
You made a sleepy noise of protest, burying your face further into the pillow that smelt so much like him. But then a kiss came again, to your cheek this time.
“Morning.”
“No…” You grumbled into the pillow.
“No?” Noah smiled to himself, “But you’ve got work today.”
“Not anymore. I quit.”
Noah let out a quiet laugh, his fingertips gently stroking over your arm this time.
“You did, did you?”
“Mhm.”
“When?”
“...Now.”
Another kiss was pressed to your temple.
“Well that’s unfortunate, baby. ‘Cause I already made you breakfast.”
You cracked an eye open.
“Is this a bribe?”
“Of course not.” He chuckled, “Just... encouragement.”
You squinted up at him, still too sleepy to properly focus. But you noticed his hair was damp as if he’d just showered, and he’d already changed into a pair of black joggers and a fitted dark grey t-shirt. He looked like he’d been awake for hours…
“When did you wake up?” You asked.
“Five thirty.”
“What?!” You suddenly opened both eyes, and Noah smirked.
“Yep. I woke up early, went out for a run, took a shower…”
“You do that for fun?”
He chuckled, nodding his head.
“Well, yeah. I do enjoy it.”
“Mm, you’re weird.” You said, smiling sleepily as you tried to hide beneath the covers again.
You had decided you were staying here all day. The bed was warm, it smelled like Noah, there was absolutely no reason to leave it… until a few moments later, when you felt him gently tug the covers back enough for your face to reappear.
“C’mon, baby. Remember what you told me yesterday?”
“...No?”
He let out a breath of laughter, before his hand returned to your hair, scratching lightly against your scalp.
“You said if you didn’t go to work it’d drive you insane.” He said, making you groan, “So unfortunately…”
“...I have to go.” You finished his sentence with the deepest sigh imaginable. Then you slowly pushed yourself up, your hair a complete mess as you rubbed your eyes. “Fine.”
He smiled, then slowly stood up from the bed.
“Want coffee?”
“Mhm.” You nodded before yawning. “Please.”
“It’s downstairs.”
“You didn’t bring it up?” You frowned, and he shook his head. “Why not?”
“If I brought it up here, you’d drink it, roll back over and go straight back to sleep.”
Well… he had a point.
You got out of bed eventually and followed him downstairs to the kitchen. You saw the plate on the kitchen counter with a couple mugs of coffee beside it, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“You made me breakfast, coffee, and you’re driving me to work?”
“Yep.” He nodded.
You looked up at him, studying his face for a moment before giving him a cheeky grin.
“...I could get used to this, y’know.”
…
After getting ready and getting in the car, the drive to work felt oddly normal. It was nothing like Paris, the drives to and from the fancy hotel with shopping bags piled high. It was just a cold Monday morning, and an ordinary drive through your city while the radio quietly played, filling the silence.
You glanced over at Noah, he had one hand resting lazily on the wheel,his sunglasses hid his eyes, but you could still see how soft his face was, like this wasn’t an inconvenience to him in the slightest.
“So…” he said after a comfortable few minutes in silence, “How’re you feeling about going back to work after the weekend we've just had?”
“I’ll probably get through it.” You sighed. “It all depends on whether the customers remember a frappuccino isn’t supposed to be hot.”
Noah chuckled at that, and slowly came to a stop at a red light. Without really thinking about it, he reached across and rested his hand on your knee, his thumb softly over the fabric of your jeans before his attention returned to the lights ahead.
You looked down at his hand, then at him, and the softest, giddiest smile spread across your face. Though he didn’t notice, he was too busy looking at the mirrors before making a turn.
“So…” you asked, “What are your plans today?”
Noah let out a sigh, glancing at you for a second before answering.
“Work.” He said simply, and you nodded, not expecting him to elaborate further. “I’m gonna be in the studio for a few hours going over something with a couple of the guys, then I’ve got a meeting at 2. It should be over by the time you finish though, so I should be able to pick you up. Otherwise I’ll send a car… if that’s okay?”
You nodded your head.
“Yeah, yeah of course.”
He smiled and gave your knee a soft squeeze. After that, another comfortable silence settled between you two, and you found yourself absent mindedly fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist without even realising it. But the moment you caught yourself, you stopped. Then you turned to him again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Do you ever stop?”
He glanced at you again, his eyebrows drawn together.
“What d’you mean?”
“You’ve been up since five thirty."
“Mhm.”
“You went for a run, showered, made me breakfast… and now you’re driving me to work.”
“Mhm.”
“You’re gonna be busy practically all day.”
“Yep.”
“…When do you actually relax?”
He was quiet for a few seconds, long enough that you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you. But then he finally smiled to himself.
“When I’m with you.”
That suddenly made your heart flutter.
“What?”
He shrugged one shoulder, as though he’d just commented on something as simple as the weather.
“You heard me.”
Before you could say anything, or try to process that, you realised where you were. Noah had pulled into the staff car park outside your work, and you felt a little disappointed knowing this would be the first time since Thursday that you two would be apart.
“Alright.” He said as he put the car into park.
You sighed, and he reached over, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“You’ve got this.” He smiled. “And if anyone gives you a hard time…”
“I’ll send them your way.” You smiled.
“Exactly.”
You chuckled, shaking your head softly.
“Thank you… for this.”
“For what?”
“Everything. Breakfast, the lift, letting me stay at your place… making sure I actually got out of bed.”
He smiled.
“My pleasure.”
You reached for the door handle-
“Sweetheart.” He said, and you paused and looked back to see Noah’s expression had softened again. “Have a good day.”
God, the words were so simple, but something about the way he said them made your tummy feel warm and fuzzy.
“You too.” You said as you climbed out, adjusting the strap of your new Dior bag on your shoulder.
Noah watched you walk towards the entrance for a second before rolling down his window.
“Hey.”
You turned around and he nodded towards your handbag.
“Don’t let Tom have a heart attack when he sees that.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“No promises.”
“I’ll keep my phone on.”
“Just in case?”
“Just in case.” He grinned.
Still smiling, you turned and headed inside, the familiar little bell above the cafe door chimed as you opened it, and immediately the rich strong smell of fresh coffee beans filled the air around you.
You smiled to yourself as you headed behind the counter, already reaching for your apron.
“You are late.” You looked up to see Tom leaning against the espresso machine with his arms folded rather dramatically.
You glanced at the clock.
“I am two minutes early, actually.” You pointed out.
“…Damn it.”
You grinned, and he pushed himself off the counter and wandered over, pulling you into a quick hug.
“Welcome back.”
“Missed me?”
“No.”
“You liar.”
“Fine. Maybe a little.”
You laughed, walking into the little staff room, hanging your jacket up on the hook.
“So…” Tom drew the word out far longer than necessary. “…How was Paris?”
You couldn’t help smiling.
“It was…” Your brain immediately filled with images. Noah kissing your forehead as the Eiffel Tower sparkled behind him, breakfast on the balcony, shopping, falling asleep on him every night. And the sex… oh the sex. “…Really nice.”
Tom narrowed his eyes.
“‘Really nice? That’s all I’m getting?”
“For now.” You smirked.
“Oh, hell no.” He pointed a finger at you. “You disappear for a few days with Mr Millionaire and come back saying it was ‘really nice’?”
“He’s not a millionaire.” You chuckled.
“Y/n, if he’s not a millionaire then how do you explain literally everything about him?”
“…Fair point.” You said quietly after a moment.
“I want details, by the way. Detailed details.”
“You’ll get them… just not when we’re about to open.”
“You’re so boring.” Tom groaned.
“I’ve just taken two days off and I’ve got a job I’d like to keep, thank you very much.”
Tom sighed, and you set your bag down to grab your phone out of it… and then he suddenly went completely silent. When you turned back around, slipping your phone into your pocket, he was staring at your handbag.
“…y/n?”
“…Yeah?”
“…Whose bag is that?”
You looked down innocently.
“Mine?”
“No… that is not the bag you left here with.”
“No?”
“You left with an ugly tote… the one with the hole in the bottom.”
“Wow, thanks!” You scoffed.
“You’ve come back with…” He leaned closer. “…Is that fucking Dior?”
You bit your lip, trying not to smile.
“…Maybe.”
Tom’s eyes widened.
“Is this from who I think it’s from?”
You couldn’t help the giddy smile spreading across your face.
“...Maybe?”
“Mr Millionaire? Shit, how much did he spend on you out there?”
You thought about the perfumes, the other bags, the dresses, the jewellery, the shoes.
“…I don’t actually want to add it up.”
“Oh my god.” His eyes widened, “And has he wanted sex yet? I mean, I’d give it to him even without the gifts and-”
“Tom!” You gasped, your cheeks suddenly turning red, “No, he hasn’t wanted anything… however…”
His jaw dropped.
“You did it?” He waved his hands in excitement, “You fucked Mr Millionaire?!”
“Please stop calling him that,” you laughed as you walked out towards the counter, “And… yes,” you added quietly, “We did do it. Twice, actually.”
You had never seen Tom’s eyes so wide, nor his grin. He looked like he was the one who’d been taken to Paris.
“And how was it? Was he good? Was he big? Did he-”
“I don’t know if this is something we should talk about when a customer could walk in at literally any moment.”
“I don’t care!” He waved a hand, “I need these details!!”
You chuckled, leaning against the counter.
“Fine. It was good- better than good. I don’t even have words to explain it. He knew just what to do, where to touch, what to say… except, the first time we did it, he got a little carried away.”
“How?” Tom asked, his face suddenly softening.
“He was just saying these things, but we talked about it the next day. He said he was just playing into the whole sugar daddy sugar baby thing.”
“...Saying what kinda things?” He asked cautiously.
You sighed, not wanting to think about it.
“Well… he was saying this like this is what I pay for, which made no sense to me because he said in the beginning he didn’t even want sex?”
“Mm,” Tom hummed, “But he is a man at the end of the day, so…”
“I know.” You sighed, “But… I dunno, I believe him. He isn’t like anyone else I’ve ever known, Tom. He’s so… he’s so sweet. He’s so considerate, so selfless. I know he really cares about me-”
“Wait wait wait,” Tom stopped you, “Are you two like… a thing?”
You hesitated for a moment.
“…I don’t actually know. We’re… whatever this is.” You let out a sigh, pushing yourself up from the counter.
Tom’s expression softened.
“…And how’re you feeling about that?”
You thought about it for a moment.
“…Confused.” You confessed, then a smile crept onto your face despite yourself. “…But happy. Very happy.”
Tom nodded his head.
“Yeah, I could tell from the way you were glowing as you came in. Did you stay with him last night?”
You let out a long sigh.
“Yeah… it’s a long story.”
Tom glanced at the door quickly before looking back at you.
“It’s looking like we've got a slow morning. We’ve got time.”
“I guess,” you nodded. “The ceiling kinda fell through in my apartment… so I’m staying with him until it’s fixed.”
Tom’s face scrunched in confusion, then softened.
“...What?”
But before you could explain any more, the bell chimed on the door, and Tom suddenly spun around, all bright smiles for the first customer of the day, making you chuckle.
…
Clearly, being spoiled over the weekend wasn’t for the best, since you were now struggling to function at work. Your feet ached, you were sweating, and you just wanted to sit down. You were counting down the minutes to your lunch break, and when it finally rolled around, you basically ripped off your apron.
“You good?” Tom asked as he passed you a sandwich from behind the counter, and you shook your head, making him laugh. “Go take your break.”
And so you did. You took the sandwich and headed for the little staff room at the back of the cafe, feeling relief instantly when you sat down, letting out a long sigh.
When you pulled your phone out, you noticed there was a text from your landlord. He told you the inspection had been delayed to tomorrow, and apologised for any inconvenience. You rolled your eyes, and decided enough was enough.
You opened up your browser, and searched properties to rent near me, and tapped onto the first website that came up. You scrolled through it slowly, chewing on your sandwich.
There were a few one/two bedroom houses, but they were pretty expensive, and too far from work. You couldn’t imagine yourself in a studio apartment- the place you lived in right now was already small enough...
Why was it so overwhelming?
You liked your little apartment, it wasn’t much, it was small but cozy, had questionable plumbing and the walls were paper thin, but it was your home. Now, as you were looking through photos of pristine and empty places, everything suddenly felt super stressful.
You even found yourself wondering… would Noah come with you to look at them?
The thought made you smile. You could already picture him wandering around an empty apartment, opening cupboards, checking windows, asking questions you would’ve never thought to ask.
How old are the windows? Any damp? Plumbing issues?- After what had happened to your apartment, you could imagine that would be the first thing on his mind.
Then another thought slipped into your mind. He’d probably insist on paying the rent.
You stared at the screen, thinking about how he’d offered you so much already. A trip to Paris without you spending a penny, paying for you to get your hair and nails done whenever you want, even offering you his own home…
But would you even let him pay for something like that? He’d already helped you out a while ago when you were behind on rent, and you hated that as it was.
Your eye caught another listing before your phone buzzed in your hand, it was a message notification, and your heart fluttered the moment you saw his name appear.
Noah 🤍: How’s my favourite barista doing?
You smiled so quickly your cheeks hurt.
You: Not bad. She survived the morning :)
Three little dots appeared, and after a couple seconds, his next message popped up.
Noah 🤍: Oh yeah? Anything interesting happen?
You: Not really, it’s just been really busy and I feel extra tired today :(
You: But Tom’s reaction to the new bag was hilarious though. I wish you could’ve seen his face
Noah 🤍: I can imagine
Noah 🤍: Have you eaten?
You looked down at the half finished sandwich in your lap. Of course that was his next question.
You: Yep I’m on my lunch break right now 😊
Noah 🤍: Good.
You smiled at the one word, and decided to tease him.
You: Good?
You: That’s all I get? 🙁
Noah 🤍: Fine fine.
Noah 🤍: Good girl
Your stomach fluttered, and you glanced around the empty staff room as though someone might somehow read over your shoulder.
You were beginning to like this a little too much.
Noah 🤍: That what you wanted to hear?
You: Yep thank you :)
Noah 🤍: Noted
Noah 🤍: I’ve got meetings to go to soon baby so I might be quiet for a bit. But if you need me, call.
It was silly how something as simple as that made your heart soften, like he’d answer no matter what he was doing… for you.
You: Thanks, I’ll be okay.
Noah 🤍: I know you will. Doesn’t mean I won’t miss you though
You stared at the message for a moment, smiling to yourself.
“So…”
You suddenly looked up to find Tom standing in the doorway with a coffee in his hand.
“What’s Mr Millionaire saying now? Wanna fuck in my penthouse then fly out to Italy for a week?”
You locked your phone and rolled your eyes.
“Shut up.” You groaned as you stood up, then quickly finished your sandwich before throwing the wrapper away.
Just as Tom was about to say something else, the bell above the door chimed, and he let out a sigh as he spun on his heels and walked back up to the counter.
You smirked, and picked your phone back up from the table. You unlocked it, then suddenly remembered what you were doing before Noah began to text you.
“Tom…” You called as you stepped out of the staff room and reached for your apron again, “Can I ask you something?”
“…Depends. Do I get something out of it?” He said, leaning against the counter.
Your eyebrows drew together.
“…I dunno, maybe?”
He nodded his head.
“Then go ahead.”
You took your phone back out of your pocket and scrolled to one of the apartments you’d saved.
“What do you think of this?”
Tom leaned in closer to get a better look.
It was a beautiful, modern one bedroom apartment with huge windows in the living room, a little balcony, a gorgeous kitchen…
“Uh...” He began, pulling a face.
“What?” You asked suddenly.
“This is nice…” you braced yourself for the ‘but’. “But the rent? Do you even make that in a year?”
“That’s the thing-“
“Oh no.” Tom immediately looked suspicious, but folded his arms. “Keep going. I'm listening.”
You looked back down at your phone.
“Would you say it’s a bad idea to move somewhere you couldn’t normally afford… if someone else was paying the rent?”
Tom stared at you.
“You mean Noah?”
Slowly, and almost reluctantly, you nodded your head.
“Has Noah offered to pay your rent?”
“A couple times, but he doesn’t know I’ve been looking at new places.”
Tom nodded his head, seeming almost a little confused.
“Then why are we having this conversation if you know he would?”
You shrugged.
“I don’t know… it just doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to feel like I’m using him.”
Tom snorted so loudly that a couple heads turned.
“He’s your sugar daddy!” He exclaimed, “That’s what you’re supposed to do! That’s literally what he wants you to do!!”
You pulled a face.
“Yeah… but he’s not exactly a conventional sugar daddy, is he?”
“What, you mean he’s not a lonely old creep?” Tom laughed, and you couldn't help but chuckle too.
“I mean…”
“No,” Tom continued, “He isn't. Instead you’ve got a stupidly attractive guy who looks like he was hand scuplted by god herself, so now you feel guilty.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it again.
He was right.
“I knew it.”
“I don’t know how I feel, Tom.” You groaned, tipping your head back in frustration.
His grin faded a little when he noticed just how serious you were being.
“What do you mean?”
“Everything! Everything about him!” You sighed, “When we were away… it felt like we were a couple. Other than the one time during sex, he’s never made it feel like we’re just an arrangement. He calls me names like baby and sweetheart, and when we cuddle it doesn’t feel like it’s forced or fake… we've talked about it once, I asked him what this is but I didn't get a straight answer. He just basically told me he likes having me around. I just don’t know...”
Silence settled between you, and Tom looked at you for a long moment before speaking.
“…Have you told him any of that?”
You looked up immediately.
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“Because what if I’m completely wrong? What if he just wants fun? What if that’s… just how he is?”
Tom gave you a look.
“Maybe you should do an experiment?” Tom smirked, “See how he reacts if he thinks someone else is into you. Maybe tell him a customer hit on you at work, asked for your number, asked you on a date- and see how he reacts.”
You thought about it for a moment.
That was a good idea… wasn’t it?
“But what if he doesn’t react?” You asked quietly, “We’re not exclusive, or at least he’s not said we are. For all I know, he could be with another girl right now! So what if he just says that’s nice, have fun! And then I spend the rest of my life feeling like an idiot?”
“...Then don’t do it.”
“But… you just told me I should?!” You frowned.
“I know... but really think about it. If Noah does like you like that, then intentionally making him jealous would only hurt him. And if he doesn’t react… then you’ll only end up hurting yourself.”
You sighed, turning with your back to the counter.
“You're so fucking confusing." You said under your breath, shaking your head, "So then what am I supposed to do, Tom?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe he’s wondering exactly the same thing,” he said, “What if he likes things how they are, and he wants it to stay this way, and that's why he's not said anything. Or even, what if from his point of view he’s thinking I don’t want to pressure her.”
For the first time in all the time you’ve known him… Tom actually had a point.
…
The rest of the day passed quite nicely. A few regulars came in and you had a chat, a couple older ladies were telling you how pretty you looked, before trying to set you up with their sons- Tom stepped in when he had finished laughing at your awkwardness, telling them you were already seeing somebody. You served one of your old teachers from school, who you had a laugh with when you "accidentally" spelled his name wrong on his cup, because he always spelled your name wrong at school.
Even if you weren’t completely exhausted, by the time the clock crept towards six, you were just ready to go home.
You were cleaning the espresso machine when your phone started to buzz on the counter. You ignored it at first, but then it buzzed again, and again.
“Wanna get that?” Tom asked as he carried a tray of mugs past, “It might be your landlord.”
You nodded, and stopped what you were doing. But when you read the name on the screen, your heart skipped a beat, and you tapped on the message.
Noah 🤍: Baby I’m so sorry
Your smile faded just as quickly as it appeared.
Noah 🤍: This meetings massively overrun, I’ve been trying to get out of it for the last hour.
Noah 🤍: I don’t think I’m gonna make it to you in time
Your shoulders sank just a little, because you’d spent all day looking forward to seeing him again. It felt silly since he only dropped you off this morning, yet you still spent the last hour imagining him pulling up outside, climbing out of the car with a little smile as he spotted you through the cafe window.
*buzz*
Noah 🤍: I’ve arranged for a driver to pick you up, he’ll be there in about ten minutes. There’s a spare key under the little ceramic plant pot by the front door so you can let yourself in.
Noah 🤍: I’m really sorry sweetheart.
You stared at the last message for a few seconds, you could almost hear the guilt in his voice through the text. You knew that he hated breaking promises, especially to you.
You: It’s fine :)
You: I hope your meeting goes okay
Before you could lock your phone, he had replied again.
Noah 🤍: Thank you. I promise I’ll make it up to you ❤️
Your heart squeezed, because he didn’t have to say that, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You could already tell his job was pretty stressful, and after the morning he had you weren’t sure if he had a moment to rest all day.
“You alright?” Tom’s voice pulled you back, and you looked up to find him watching you from the other end of the counter.
“…Yeah. I will be.”
…
The black car pulled up to the curb outside the cafe five minutes after Tom left, and you suddenly felt like someone important. It was only a short drive back to Noah’s place, and you watched out the window the entire ride, watching the sun begin to dip below the rooftops.
You thanked the driver as you got out, after pulling into Noah’s driveway. He told you to have a lovely evening, to which you smiled and replied you too.
You walked up to the door, and spotted the plant pot, and the spare key was exactly where Noah said it would be. You smiled as you picked it up and slid it into the door, twisting it before stepping inside.
It felt strangely normal, coming home to here. Immediately you were greeted by the now familiar scent of fresh laundry, cedarwood and coffee, and you pushed the door shut behind you. You slipped your shoes off and hung your jacket on the hook beside his, you also set your handbag down on the little table in the hallway, where he had told you he’d made some space for you this morning.
You paused, and then glanced around, thinking what now?
It felt odd having an entire house- though it felt more like a mansion- to yourself. Your apartment had been so tiny that no matter where you stood, you could see almost every room. But this place… you could probably lose yourself in it.
You slowly stepped into the kitchen as you wondered what to do, and you noticed how everything was spotless. The mugs you’d both used that morning were drying beside the sink, the crumbs you left on the island (which you offered to clean, but to no surprise, he didn’t let you) had been wiped away, ans the surface was almost sparkling.
His house was just so comfortable and peaceful and just homely, the total opposite of your cluttered little apartment.
You checked your phone again, but there was still nothing new, besides a few emails. Part of you considered texting him to let you know you were home, but then you imagined him sitting in the middle of a meeting somewhere, surrounded by managers, discussing… whatever it is he discusses. He didn’t need his phone buzzing every five minutes.
Besides, you were exhausted. Your feet ached from standing all day, your hair felt like it’d been tied up too tight and you hated how your clothes felt like they’ve become a second skin. When you glanced at the clock, you realised it was only 6:30. Surely you had time to have a shower before Noah got home.
So you headed up the stairs, grabbed your towel and your toiletries bag, and made your way to his bathroom. You stopped questioning it now, you stopped feeling like you were imposing. His room just felt safe and inviting, so you organised your things on his bed before walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on.
When you stepped in, you let out a long sigh. This was just what you needed after your first day back. You washed away the smell of coffee grounds and syrup from the cafe, letting the hot water ease the ache in your back and shoulders, and you felt yourself finally relax.
Afterwards, you wrapped yourself in one of his big, soft, fluffy towels before wandering back into the bedroom. You reached for your pyjamas, then smiled to yourself… and you turned your head towards Noah’s wardrobe instead. One door had been slightly left open, and you could already see a couple of his tshirts, so you reached for one and slipped it on after drying yourself, with nothing but a soft, comfy pair of cotton underwear underneath.
The first thing you noticed was that the shirt smelled like him, and it almost fell to the middle of your thighs. You couldn’t stop smiling when you caught sight of yourself in his mirror… but then it faded when the thought came to you again, is this normal for this kind of arrangement?
You shook your head, trying to shake it off, and instead, you looked at his bed. His big, comfy, welcoming bed. With a little smile, you pulled the covers back on the side you slept on last night, and you lied down with a soft sigh. You then reached for his pillow, hugging it against your chest- it still carried traces of his aftershave, his shampoo, and just… him.
You pulled the covers over you and let your eyes fall shut for a moment, and you could tell you were about to drift off. So before you did, you reached for your phone on his bedside table.
There were still no new messages, so you typed one out instead.
You: I forgot to let you know I’m back at yours ❤️
You: I hope the meeting ends soon. And I thought I’d let you know I’m stealing your bed for a nap :)
You hesitated before adding one more message.
You: Wake me up when you get home?
You hit send on the last message before locking your phone and setting it back down on the table. You turned onto your side again, and hugged his pillow a little tighter. You told yourself you’d only let yourself nap for an hour, unless Noah comes home to wake you beforehand. Maybe you’d wake up to him kissing your forehead again, or playing with your hair, or better- maybe you’d wake up to him between your- no. No dirty thoughts while you’re alone in his bed!
Before you knew it, you’d drifted off with a little smile on your face…
Only to wake up all alone.
Your eyes were still closed as you reached across the bed, something that’s recently become an instinct, half expecting to find warm skin beneath your fingertips. But instead, your hand met cold sheets. The smile you’d fallen asleep wearing slowly faded, and you rolled onto your back, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you looked around the bedroom.
It was dark now, and the room was exactly how you left it- all the lights off, curtains slightly open, door open just a little. With a sigh, you sat yourself up and reached for your phone on the bedside table.
9:02pm
You frowned, had you really slept that long? There were still no new messages, no missed calls, nothing. He hadn’t even read the messages you sent before your nap.
Poor guy, he must still be in the meeting. You could tell how guilty he felt about not being able to pick you up from work earlier, and if he hadn’t even had thirty seconds to just read your messages you knew this was out of his hands.
After a couple minutes, you climbed out of bed and wandered down the stairs barefoot. His house was still so calm and peaceful, no music, no voices, no heavy footsteps upstairs. You decided to sit in the living room, you put the TV on, and then sank into his stupidly comfy couch- which was probably more comfortable than your bed back at home.
You put some random cooking competition show on, because there wasn’t really anything else to watch and you didn’t want to use his netflix without asking first. But you weren’t really watching it. You were too busy thinking about what Tom had said earlier...
Sure, he might’ve just been joking, but was it really a bad idea? What if you accidentally make him jealous, pretend you don’t realise what you’re doing, just to see how he’d react? Not tonight, of course. Your heart already hurt at the thought of how tired and stressed he must be.
You were lost in your thoughts for almost half an hour, you were curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the wall, when all of a sudden headlights swept across the ceiling.
You immediately sat upright. You could hear the sound of a car engine, and your heart suddenly leapt. You reached for the remote and paused the TV. You heard the sound of the engine turning off, then a car door slamming shut. You heard keys rattling, then the front door swung open.
“Noah…?” You called out, standing up and walking into the hallway.
“Baby, I’m so sorry…” A tired voice answered, and your heart shattered.
He pushed the door shut behind him, and when he turned back around he looked utterly exhausted, and not just in a way that an early night could fix.
His hair was messy from running his hand through it, his eyes looked so tired and lifeless, yet when he met your eyes, he smiled. You could tell just by the way he was looking at you, the way his face slightly softened, that he’d been looking forward to coming home.
You crossed the hallway without a word, a frown pulling at your lips as you wrapped your arms around him. You felt his body relax, one hand settled against the back of your head while the other was gently resting on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, then he rested his cheek against the top of your head.
Then he let out the deepest sigh, one he’d clearly been holding in all day.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your hair, “The meeting was supposed to finish at five, it was just to discuss the tour that's coming up soon and some festivals that we’ve been offered to headline, but then they started talking about other things and it was getting longer and longer and more people were coming in…”
You looked up at him through your lashes, a smile tugging at your lips.
“It’s okay,” you said softly, “You can’t help it.”
He huffed a sigh, shaking his head.
“No, but I should’ve said I had plans or that I had to leave early, or-”
You pressed a finger to his lips, and his eyes widened a little.
“Stop stressing, Noah.” You said gently, “You look exhausted. You’ve really not stopped since this morning, have you?”
He shook his head, almost a little shyly. You gave him an almost sad smile, reaching up and smoothing his hair back where it had fallen over his eyes.
“Have you eaten?” You asked.
“...Not since breakfast. I’ve had coffee and a protein bar.”
You frowned.
“Oh, Noah…”
“It’s fine. I’ll order something in.” He said, already reaching into his pocket for his phone, but you shook your head.
“No you won’t.”
His eyebrows drew together, but you were already taking his hand, leading him into the kitchen.
“Baby, you’ve been on your feet all day. I can’t expect you to-”
“Shh.” You hushed him and pointed to the chairs pulled up to the island, “Sit.”
“You should be the one sitting.”
You folded your arms over your chest.
“I’m fine, Noah. Now c’mon.”
He tilted his head.
“You’ve already eaten dinner?”
“I shared a pizza with Tom before we closed.”
“Good.”
“So now,” you pulled one of the chairs out, “I want to make you something.”
“Baby,” his voice softened, “You don’t have to.”
“I know. But I want to. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” You smirked.
“Fine.” He said after a long pause, with a long sigh as he sat down, “If it makes you happy.”
So he sat there, watching you with the tiniest smile as you wandered around his kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers.
“You know where everything is?” He asked.
“...I’m figuring it out.” You said with a chuckle.
“What do you plan on making?” He asked, resting an elbow on the island, his chin settling into his palm as he watched you inspect the contents of his fridge.
That was a very good question.
You closed the fridge with a smile.
“It’s a surprise.” You said, and he watched you reach for a saucepan.
“You’re making pasta, aren’t you?”
“Don’t sound so disappointed!” You smiled as you reached into one of the drawers.
“I’m not disappointed.”
“Good,” you pointed a wooden spoon at him. “It’s a comfort food. I’d always make it if I had a bad day.”
“Oh yeah?” He smiled, “Then it sounds perfect.”
You smiled, filling the pan with water, then you stole a glance at him. Oh, he made your heart hurt. His eyes were heavy, he was more quiet than usual- it made you want to wrap him in a blanket and make him sleep for a week.
You turned the heat on before walking back over to him, and without saying anything, you rested your hands carefully on either side of his face.
He looked up at you, and gave you a sleepy smile.
“…Hi.”
“Hi.”
“You’ve gone all serious.” He said.
“Mhm. You’ve got tired eyes.”
“I know.”
Your thumbs gently brushed beneath them.
“You’ve been working too hard.” You told him, and he gave you a weak, almost apologetic smile.
“It happens.”
“It shouldn’t.”
Neither of you spoke for a little moment, he just let out another little sigh before pulling you a little closer to him.
“Baby.”
“Hm?”
“You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I know.” You frowned, “But I’m going to anyway.”
He let out a quiet breath through his nose.
“Yeah I had a feeling you’d say that.”
You stroked your thumb softly across his cheek.
“Can you do something for me?” You asked.
His expression immediately became attentive.
“Anything.”
“When you’ve finished eating…” You hesitated for a moment, before finishing, “…Will you stop working for tonight?”
His brows knitted together.
“I’ve still got a few emails-”
“Noah.”
He looked at you, and saw the stern look on your face, and his shoulders dropped a little.
“You said you’d do anything.” You smirked.
“I did.”
“So…?”
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“You make it very difficult to say no.” He said, smiling up at you, “You know I’ll always end up doing exactly what you want.”
You grinned.
“So no emails?”
He shook his head.
“No, baby. I’m all yours.”
“Good,” you smiled, “We’re going straight to bed after dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He said with a nod of his head, and you burst into laughter.
“You are never calling me that again.”
He smiled, watching as you took the bag of pasta from the cupboard and carefully poured some into the pan. His smile then softened, becoming something more vulnerable.
“…Thank you.” The words were so quiet you almost didnt hear them. They weren’t playful or teasing, they were genuine and made your heart feel soft.
“Of course.” You said gently, pretending you hadn’t noticed how much it had meant for him to say that.
Because he’s spent so much of his life making sure everyone else was okay, that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to let someone take care of him.
…
Outside the big glass kitchen doors, the sky was now a beautiful deep blue. Noah finished every last bite of his pasta, and despite teasing you about how simple it had been while you were cooking, he said,
“That might’ve been the best meal I’ve had all week.” As he carried his bowl over to the sink.
“But we’ve just come home from Paris.” You chuckled.
“Mm,” he hummed, “But none of that was made by you.”
You rolled your eyes and gently nudged him with your shoulder.
“Go have a shower, get ready for bed.” You told him, making him look at you rather suspiciously.
“You’re bossing me around again?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re washing up?”
“Mhm.”
He hesitated...
“You’ve already done enough.”
“And so have you.”
For a second, he looked like he was about to argue, but instead, he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“…Thank you, baby.”
Then, with one last reluctant glance towards the sink, he disappeared upstairs. You smiled to yourself as you rolled your sleeves up and began running the water, rinsing everything off before you loaded it into the dishwasher.
You couldn’t help but notice how domestic it felt, but it felt nice. You could go as far as saying it even felt natural.
By the time you’d wiped the counters down and switched the lights off, the house had fallen completely dark and silent again. So you grabbed your phone from the living room and headed back upstairs. Noah’s bedroom door was already open, the lamp light spilling out into the hallway slightly, and as you came closer, you saw he was lying against the headboard with the TV playing quietly in the background, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a comfy pair of black shorts.
His hair was still damp, the ends flicked up just slightly, and the moment you appeared by the door, he looked up.
“I told you to go to sleep.” You said with a little smile.
“Actually, you told me to go to bed.” He teased.
You shook your head with an amused sigh before climbing into bed beside him.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“Ten.” You said as you checked your phone. “So if you’re gonna be waking up at five again in the morning…”
“I know.” He said with a gentle sigh, reaching over and switching the lamp off.
“So…” You reached over and picked up the remote, lowering the volume until it was barely audible. “…Why did you put a movie on?”
Noah stared at the TV for a moment before answering.
“I know my head won’t switch off straight away, not after all the stress of today.”
You turned onto your side to face him.
“Work?” You asked, though it was obvious.
He nodded.
“The tour, the festivals, budgets, finding someone to cover sound…” He let out a quiet breath. “Every time I think I’ve finished thinking about one thing, something else pops into my head.”
“You don’t have to worry about it all tonight.”
“I know… but my brain doesn’t seem to agree.”
You studied him for a second, how even now, lying in bed, he looked so tense. Like he was expecting another phone call at any moment. Then, a small sleepy grin tugged at your lips, and he looked a little suspicious.
“What?”
“I might know a way to help you relax.” You said quietly, making his eyebrows raise in curiosity, and the tired smile that spread across his face was the first truly carefree expression you’d seen from him all evening.
“Oh yeah?”
You nodded your head.
“That’s only if you’d let me.” You said slowly, sliding your hand gently down his abs, your fingertips brushing his skin until you reached the waistband of his shorts.
You looked up at him with soft sleepy eyes in the low light of the bedroom, asking for permission, and he nodded his head.
So you palmed him over his shorts as you slowly kissed your way down his chest, then his stomach, before gently tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but you knew just what to do.
You softly wrapped your hand around him and pressed a gentle kiss to the head of his cock, making him let out a quiet breath, his hand resting gently on the back of your head as you settled between his thighs.
“Baby… you don’t have to-”
“Shh,” you whispered, licking a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, “I know. Just let me take care of you.”
You took him into your mouth, warmth and wetness enveloping him as you sucked gently, and the sounds he made sent heat straight between your thighs. You weren’t in a rush, your movements were sleepy and lazy and ever so intimate. You hummed around him, and the vibration made him twitch in your mouth.
You could tell this was just what he needed, so you kept the pace slow, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His breathing grew heavier, but the tension in his body was slowly melting away.
“That’s it baby,” he whispered as he tenderly stroked your hair, “Just like that. You’re making me feel so fucking good.”
You looked up at him through your lashes, and the sight of him almost made you feel dizzy. His head fell back against the pillows, his eyes half closed in pleasure and relief, and you felt a sense of pride knowing this was helping.
After a moment, he finally spoke again.
“I want you to feel good too, princess.” He said, his voice deep and raspy with sleepiness, “Come here.”
You pulled off his cock with a soft wet pop and looked up at him. He took your hand and gently guided you up his body until you were straddling his hips, his cock resting hard and heavy between your bodies.
“Touch yourself for me,” he said softly as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your wet bottom lip, “Get that pretty pussy nice and wet, baby.”
You nodded your head sleepily, then shuffled back a little so you could take him back into your mouth. At the same time, you slipped your hand between your thighs and started gently rubbing your clit in lazy circles. Noah groaned quietly when he saw what you were doing.
“That’s it… good girl,” he praised, his hand gently stroking your hair again, “Just like that, nice and slow.”
There was no rush, no urgency, just the soft wet sounds of your mouth working his cock and the quiet little hums you made as you touched yourself. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, and Noah could tell by the way you moaned around him, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth again.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” he whispered, slightly breathless but his voice warm and patient, “I want you to ride me, nice and slow. Is that okay?”
You nodded your head, giving him one last kiss to his tip after pulling off his cock, then you slipped your panties off and crawled up his body again, kissing up his thighs, his hips, his tummy, his chest... he watched you with heavy, half lidded eyes, his hands gently resting on your waist as you straddled him.
You then reached down, wrapped your fingers around his thick, slick cock, and slowly guided him to your entrance. With a soft breath, you sank down on to him, taking every inch until he was buried completely inside you.
You both let out a long, shared sigh. You reached for the hem of the tshirt (his tshirt) you were wearing and pulled it over your head, letting it fall to the floor with a soft sound. You then leaned forwards, pressing your chest flush against his. Your faces were so close you could feel his warm breath on your lips, then you wrapped your arms gently around his neck and started to move- just slow rolls of your hips, grinding lazily on his cock.
He groaned softly, his arms wrapping around your back, holding you just as close.
“Fuck…” he whispered, his voice rough with pleasure, “You feel so good.”
You squeezed around him on every slow downstroke, your walls fluttering and gripping his cock tightly, wanting him to feel every second of it. The closeness of it all almost felt overwhelming, skin against skin, your breasts pressed to his chest, your faces inches apart so you could kiss him whenever you wanted.
And you did. You kissed him slowly as you continued riding him at that lazy, sleepy pace. Noah’s hands slid down to grip your ass gently, just holding you as you moved on him. His breathing was getting slower and deeper, and just like that, every thought about work had suddenly disappeared.
The only thing on his mind was you, and how good you made him feel.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered against your lips, his voice full of affection. “…Just like this, princess. Keep squeezing me like that.”
You clenched around him again as you rolled your hips in a slow circle. Noah let out a long, relieved groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
“I can feel myself relaxing already,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re so so good for me.”
You kept riding him lazily and slow, your bodies pressed so close together that you could feel each other's heartbeat. Noah’s cock throbbed deep inside you with every roll of your hips, and the pleasure was building steadily in your core.
Noah could feel it too, the way your walls kept fluttering and squeezing tighter around him. He slid one hand between your bodies, his thumb easily finding your swollen clit. He started rubbing slow, gentle circles on it, the perfect pressure making your eyes fall shut.
“Getting close?” He whispered against your lips, “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
His thumb kept its steady pace while you continued riding him, grinding down deeper with every movement, and it just felt perfect. The combination of every sensation- his thick cock filling you, his lips on your skin, and his thumb rubbing your clit so skillfully- quickly pushed you right to the edge.
Noah kissed you deeply, swallowing your soft little moans as your thighs started to tremble.
“That’s it, baby,” he purred sweetly, rubbing your clit a little faster. “Cum for me. Let me feel how good you feel.”
Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, and you whimpered into his mouth, your teeth catching his bottom lip as your walls squeezed his cock. Noah held you tightly against his chest, still rubbing your clit gently, kissing you softly until you started to come down.
You were still catching your breath when Noah caught you off gaurd and gently rolled you both onto your sides. He spooned you from behind, pulling your back flush against his chest, somehow without ever pulling out. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand gently stroked your thigh.
He started moving again with slow and sleepy thrusts, sliding deep into you from behind.
His lips pressed against your shoulder and the back of your neck, kissing you tenderly as he fucked you. You pushed back against him, sighing softly at how deep he felt in this position, how he was hitting the most perfect spot. Noah groaned quietly, burying his face in your neck.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he whispered, “I’m not going to last much longer like this.”
"Then don't..." You breathed, "Cum for me... please."
His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more desperate, but still so soft and intimate. He held you tightly, one hand gently cupping your breast, his thumb brushing your nipple as he fucked you from behind, kissing your shoulder and the back of your neck the entire time.
Then, with a shaky, breathy groan, Noah buried himself as deep as he could go and he finally came. You felt as he filled you with warm, thick ropes of cum, his cock twitching inside you while he held you close.
Tonight, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed buried deep, his softening cock warm and snug inside you. He wrapped both arms around you, holding you even tighter, and let out a long, contented sigh.
“That was perfect, baby. Stay like this with me,” he whispered sleepily against your neck, pressing one last soft kiss there. “I want to fall asleep inside you tonight.”
You hummed happily, completely relaxed in his arms with his softening cock nestled warmly inside you as the two of you began to drift off just like that- your warm bodies pressed close, his cum slowly leaking out around him, safe and warm in each other’s arms… with the movie long forgotten, and the TV still playing quietly in the background.
I quit my job last Saturday. I had planned to do it in person, but my boss didn't show up, so I had to do it on a phone call, lol. Honestly? Better for me. He got upset and threw a tantrum and then he realised (realised or realized? I forgot how to fucking write) that I am his only employee, so he tried to negotiate, but I had already made my decision and turned down every offer. Then he asked me to stay on for another week while he finds a replacement, I said yes, because the more money I can save, the better. My birthday is in a week and I need that money. So I'm writing this from work.
He's been asking me to stay, said he'd hire someone else so I wouldn't have so much work, and even said he'd give me a raise. (The minimum wage in Mexico is 315 pesos, he pays me $180, and the fuck ass bitch wanted to raise it only to $200, lol, for my foreign girlies, that's $11 dollars per day).
The job isn't bad, I've gotten used to it, kinda like it, I've learned quite a few things, obviously customer service can be difficult sometimes but luckily I've had more good experiences than bad. And my workplace is just one street away from my house, hehe.
The problem is that son of a bitch. He's rude, makes me uncomfortable, takes advantage of my time and the distance from my home, and honestly, I can't stand him anymore. Even this week has been difficult for me just because I have to put up with him. Furthermore, he owes me money (he didn't pay me for two weeks a few months ago and the debt has been increasing), And I'm afraid he won't pay me what he owes me, so that's why I'm here and maybe I'll stay a little longer.
That's all, thanks for your support to those who commented and thanks for reading. I needed to vent, sorry for the long ass post.
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