Just For Tonight: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Nicholas Ruffilo

Part One

"You're such a little brat," Nicholas stumbled into his bedroom with me attached to his lips.

My hand worked at the buttons of his jacket, trying to get it off, but he smacked them away.

"Nicholas," I whined, my pussy clenching around nothing.

His hair was still perfectly set in the bun on top of his head but he blew away a few loose strands. There was a darkness in his eyes, something I didn't recognize, and for a brief moment, it scared me.

"You've been riling me up all night knowing I can't do anything about it. Then when I finally think we're going to fuck, you stop and talk to an old friend for twenty minutes," I angrily gruffed while crossing my arms over my chest.

Nicholas cocked his head to the side, those eyes glazing over the pout of my bottom lip before glancing over my shoulder briefly.

"Haven't you learned anything? Don't you want to be a good girl for me, Y/N?"

I gulped loud in the quiet darkness of his bedroom, knowing that whatever I was in for tonight wouldn't be good.

Not like I would complain.

"Take it off," he plucked at the strap of my dress.

I quickly shimmed out of it, letting the silky material pool at my feet. Nichola's hungry eyes raked over my bare chest and pebbled nipples, licking his lips ever so slowly. He closed the distance between us, engulfing me in a feverous kiss that was filled with biting lips and crashing teeth. His tongue devoured every inch of my mouth, reveling in the taste of my drink earlier. I scratched and clawed at his black turtleneck, wishing he would take it off so I could graze my teeth over every inch of skin.

"You're such a pretty little thing," Nicholas bit along my jawline, down to my neck as his fingers worked circles on my clit.

I hissed in pleasure, trying to remove his clothing while I stood bare for him.

"I'm fucking tired of all the teasing, Nicholas," I grumbled and began working on his belt.

The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room and I cried out in ecstasy when he slapped my ass again.

"I'm tired of you being a brat. Get on your knees," his eyes darkened.

I stood tall to him, not backing down with a wicked smirk on my face.

"No."

Through the darkness of his bedroom, only cast in the ever-growing light of the moon, Nicholas stepped back into the shadows with a playful gleam in his eye as a darker voice sounded from the corner of the room. My shoulders went stiff as the smirk was wiped off my face, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to.

"You heard him, angel. Get on your fucking knees."

I blinked rapidly, trying to gather my bearings as I turned slowly towards the voice, now seeing the figure sitting in the corner of Nicholas' bedroom. His ankle was crossed over to his other knee, tattooed hands resting on the arms of the chair.

"N-Noah," you gulped. "How long have you been sitting there?"

A soft click echoed in the room and it was soon bathed in an orange glow thanks to him turning on the lamp next to him. I sucked in a breath at the sight before me.

Noah was still dressed in his party clothes; black turtleneck and black jacket. His hair somehow managed to stay perfectly combed back from when I talked with him last on the couch less than an hour ago.

"Wait," I turned back to Nicholas. "Did you two plan this?"

He gently cupped my cheek and left a chaste kiss on my lips. "I see the way you look at him, Y/N. How your eyes linger when he walks away."