⚠️18+ CONTENT MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️ THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION
Here will be all of my Bad Omens One Shots. Sorry for reorganizing this! I didn't know I would continue to write one-shots, but I have been enjoying them so far and have been...
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo xNoah Sebastian x Nick Folio :: Dom! Nicholas. sub!Noah, Rigger!Folio
Summary: Nick Folio invites the pair to his house for poker night. An innocent game turns salacious as strip poker makes more than just the loser loses his clothes.
CW: D/s, honorifics, rules, m/m/m, anal sex, cum eating, oral sex, spit as lube, rope bondage, use of hand cuffs, semi public blowjob, prostate milking, multiple orgasms, permission to cum via countdown, orgasm denial, mild degradation
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The late January air is crisp when Nicholas opens the car door for Noah, extending his arm from him to grab. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispers, his hot breath condenses and swirls between them. Nicholas leans down to kiss the top of his tattooed hand before shutting the door and locking the car. Hand in hand, they walk together to Nick Folio's house for poker night.
"Since this is our first outing with our new rules, I will go easy on you," Nicholas states, glancing over to Noah. "Unless you get in one of your moods." His eyes turn cold before stopping in front of the door.
"Of course not, sir," Noah's eyes don't quite meet his as his cheeks flame red.
"You look so handsome tonight baby," Nicholas coos, brushing his thumb over Noah's flush cheek. "It'll be a shame when I rip those clothes off you later." Noah swallows the lump in his throat just as the door bursts open.
"What's up, guys! Come on in!" Folio exclaims, stumbling to the side to let them in.
Nicholas guides Noah through the entryway with a hand on the small of his back. They have been to Folio's house countless times for poker night. They know exactly where to go, but Nicholas has a game of his own to play.
The pair follow the lively music and the stench of weed emanatingfrom the basement, descending the staircase. Folio's basement is the hub for most of his parties with a large wall-mounted TV and leather couches in one corner, a pool table in the middle, tables for various card games, and a dart board at the other wall.
Noah beelines straight to the bar by the TV, nearly stumbling over a couple making out, to grab them both a beer, although he'd much prefer something stronger to calm his racing heartbeat. Inhaling a shaky breath, he scans the room to find his Daddy.
Nicholas is sitting at the poker table with only one seat remaining; between him and Folio. Noah hasn't seen or talked to Folio since he was tied up like a Christmas tree for his beloved. He takes a big gulp of his drink to swallow down the lump in his throat before making his way to Nicholas.
"Here." His voice comes out harsher than he wanted when he slams down the bottle.
Instantly, embarrassment reddens his face and his mouth goes dry. He didn't mean for it to sound like that, the nerves getting the better of him. His lips part as his brain musters a quick apology, but Nicholas' steely gaze silences him immediately. Noah scrambles to sit down, praying that no one noticed.
