Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 33

The rain was hard. The streets glistened under the glow of streetlights. Black Noir walked through it all, his boots splashing in the puddles as he made his way through the downpour. He didn't care that he was soaked to the bone, or that the rain made it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. There was only one thing on his mind, driving him forward.

Y/N.

He didn't know why he was going to her place. He didn't have a plan, didn't even know what he was going to do. But his feet kept moving, carrying him closer to her place, closer to whatever the hell was about to happen next.

When he finally reached her building, he stood outside for a moment, the rain hammering down on him, as if trying to wash away the thoughts swirling in his head. But it didn't work. All it did was make him more aware of how fucked up everything was.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily, then walked up to her door. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorbell. But then he pressed it, the sound ringing out through the rain.

Inside, Y/N had been enjoying a quiet evening, in her silk pajamas, trying to relax after a long day. The sudden chime of the doorbell startled her. She wasn't expecting anyone, especially not at this hour.

She padded over to the door, the cool floor chilling her bare feet. When she opened it, her eyes widened in surprise. There he was, standing in front of her, drenched from head to toe. His chest heaved with heavy breaths.

"Noir? What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, stepping aside to let him in, more out of instinct than anything else.

He didn't say a word as he stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him, and they were left standing there, just staring at each other. The tension between them was almost suffocating.

Y/N felt her heart race, not from fear but from something else entirely. She was used to his silent, demeanor, but this was different. There was something raw, almost desperate, in the way he was looking at her.

The silence stretched on until, suddenly, Noir moved. His hands shot out, grabbing her face with surprising gentleness. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, kissing her with a need that caught her completely off guard.

For a split second, she froze, but then she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching up to his mask. She hesitated for a moment. But he didn't stop her. He roughly grabbed her wrist, but after a moment, he let her continue.

She pulled the mask up just enough to reveal his mouth, her breath hitching as she took in his face. His features were sharp, with faint scarring on the right side of his face. A goatee and mustache framed his lips, and his jawline was as sharp as it had always seemed under the mask.

Their eyes locked for a moment, the intensity of the stare making her shiver. Then he was kissing her again, harder this time, his hands moving to pin her against the wall. Y/N let out a small gasp as she felt the cool surface against her back, but she didn't resist. She couldn't resist.

Noir's hands roamed her body, his touch rough and possessive. He moved down to her neck, his lips trailing along her skin as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. Y/N bit her lip, a low moan escaping her as she felt the heat of his mouth on her neck. He was overwhelming, all-consuming, and she could feel the raw need coming off him.

But then something in her snapped back to reality. This was Noir—Black fucking Noir. The man who she's supposed to be against, the man who could kill her with his bare hands. She couldn't let this happen, no matter how much her body screamed at her to give in. She can't allow herself to hook-up with him!

She tried to push him off, but he didn't seem to notice, too lost in his own need. Panic started to rise as she pushed harder, finally managing to get his attention.

"Noir," she gasped, her voice shaky. "Stop."

He froze, his hands still on her, his lips hovering over her collarbone. For a moment, it was like he didn't understand, like the word didn't register. Then he slowly pulled back.

"We can't do this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Anyone but us.."

He stared at her, his grip on her waist loosening but not fully letting go. But there was no mistaking the hurt that flickered across his face before he quickly hid it behind his usual stoic mask.

She gently pushed him back, creating some distance between them, though it took all her strength to do so. Her body was still humming with the aftershocks of their kiss, and she had to fight the urge to reach out to him again.

Noir didn't move, didn't do anything. He just stood there, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked on hers. Y/N could see the conflict raging inside him, the battle between what he wanted and what he knew he couldn't have.

Finally, he stepped back, the cold air rushing in between them like a slap to the face. He reached up and pulled his mask back down, covering his face once more. The barrier was back up, and with it, the distance between them.

Without a word, he turned and headed for the door, his footsteps echoing through the silent apartment. Y/N watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to call out to him, to say something that would make this all make sense, but the words wouldn't come.

The door clicked shut behind him, and she was left standing there, her body still trembling from what had just happened. She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes as she tried to steady her breathing.

What the fuck had she just done?

And more importantly, what the hell was she supposed to do now?

A/N~ Cockblockers lolsies!