arranged marriage prince Pac all nervous about marrying this scary mercenary king who’s appearance matches his reputation. Vows are exchanged, contracts signed, and now- wuh oh they gotta consummate it?
Cue the best sex Pac has ever had in his life to the point where he’s shaking and crying from overstim but Fit just keeps going. They gotta make sure it’s obvious they didn’t ignore their marital duties right? And if Pac comes out pregnant from their first night that’s all the better but they’ll have to keep trying every night to make sure it takes.
fit wanting to try out sucking dick because he’s curious but he’s got no close friends he feels comfortable asking to suck their dick
so he does some research and goes to a local glory hole at a sex shop and wow the cashier is kinda cute
anyways fit goes into this room with a padded section for him to kneel at the hole in the wall and he tries out putting cock in his mouth and it’s not horrible. In fact is pretty nice and he keeps coming back and he finds out the cashiers name is Pac
well one day he gets distracted before actually going into the room maybe looking at toys or something and he opens the room to find Pac in the process of tying his hair back kneeling in front of the glory hole
both of them are shocked to see the other and pac explains sheepishly that he always thought Fit was on the receiving side not the giving side
Both are embarrassed as hell until pac offers to suck Fit’s dick and then the two of them suck each other off and Fit leaves with Pac's phone number
so a bit later in their relationship but still pretty early Fit has gotten used to giving up control and letting Pac fuck him and it’s really nice and safe and vanilla but one day Pac gets too worked up and leans down to lightly bite at the base of Fit’s skull just lightly pressing his fangs into the vulnerable part of his neck
fit cums immediately and so hard he nearly passes out
pac panics and pulls out only for Fit to groan and beg him to do it again
Mafia AU where fit is a successful hit man known for his refusal to be tied down to one side. After being hired to kill a couple people for the tazercraft family Fit Gets hired for a body guard detail with some huge payment(only reason he agreed to it)
Started off fairly normal, just make sure the two heads of the family don’t die, but why are they making it so hard to concentrate on the job
pac and Mike keep brushing against Fit, making thinly veiled comments that make his blood heat up, eventually leading to full on groping.
Fit tries soooooo hard to not break but eventually he finds himself in a bed with his legs wrapped around Mike’s waist and Pac sitting on his face.
maybe fit feels pac going limp, so he flips him onto his back to see if hes actually passed out or faking it so fit will drop his guard and he can attack. pac doesnt resist, letting fit manhandle him however he wants. he should have known better than to climb into fit's bed while fit was sleeping. hes exhausted, but his cunt is still clenching sweetly around fits cock, so who can blame fit for going another round (or more) with him?
maybe he doesnt realize what hes done or who it is until the sun rises and he can see pac properly
this got away from meee but I’m so fine with ittt
Fit isn’t thinking clearly and he knows this. He wouldn’t normally fuck someone who snuck up on him but something about this person makes him want to bend them in half until he spills inside them over and over. He’s aware that he’s on autopilot, his survival instincts taking over his sleep-fogged brain. He’s out of it but he can’t seem to wake up fully.
He had removed his hand from covering Pac’s mouth awhile ago, shoving the man’s face down into the pillows if he started moaning too loudly. Fit didn’t know why but he’d drifted his hand down between Pac’s thighs and was carefully stroking the small growth near where his cock was buried inside with practiced motions. His other hand clamped tight around Pac’s wrists to keep him from fighting back even though he had yet to feel the other man tug against the restraint.
In fact, he hadn’t felt the other man do much other than clench down on his cock and moan weakly into the sheets for the past five minutes. Was he playing dead? Pretending to be passed out so he could attack Fit? The wasteland veteran wrapped his free hand around Pac’s waist and flipped them over in one fluid motion, never pulling out from where he was still snapping his hips up into the other man.
Pac barely reacted to the new position, too fucked out of his mind and overstimulated to think about anything but Fit’s cock slamming into his gspot sending shocks down his fuzzy nerves with every thrust. He was limp against Fit’s chest. His legs splayed wide but twitching ever so closer closed as Fit continued to pound up into his cunt. His thighs trembled as another orgasm made liquid gush out onto their thighs again. Cum and squirt coating their lower halves.
Fit moved Pac’s hips to help keep up the pace he was fucking into him with. This new position had Pac’s wrecked voice weakly cracking into open air. The single tone of his moans occasionally tapering off into whispered chants of Fit’s name that made the veteran’s heart clench for some reason he couldn’t name right now. The same unknown reason made him press his lips to Pac’s cheek and press his nose into his shoulder.
Pac’s moans eventually trailed off into silence, exhaustion finally winning over his strung out body. his cunt still fluttering around Fit’s dick as he continued to fuck him. Fit took that as a good sign and spilled one last time inside the other man. He laid there for a moment trying to catch his breath. Pac was passed out, this was the perfect time to get some rope and interrogate him when he woke up. His body didn’t move as he thought out how he would bind Pac to the bed. Either splayed out fully or with his arms still pinned behind his back or above his head. He didn’t move as he imagined how he could get the other man to talk. Or how pretty Pac would look with Fit’s cock in his mouth. Fit’s eyelids started to droop as the energy started to seep out of him. He would find out how Pac had found him and what his plans were. In the morning. He was barely aware of wrapping his free arm over Pac’s chest protectively and pulling him close as he drifted off to sleep.
The next day Fit jerked awake, jostling Pac awake too. Memories of last night came flooding back and he apologized profusely to his Brazilian boyfriend. He pulled out and both of them winced at the amount of cum starting to leak out of Pac. Fit carefully sat the both of them up. He let go of Pac’s wrists finally and blanched at the marks his prosthetic had left. He carefully stretched Pac’s arms out as he apologized over and over and scrambled to find a health potion.
Pac interrupted his guilt ridden ramblings telling him he was ok. That he could’ve contacted Mike if he felt he was really in trouble last night. Fit just lifted him up bridal style and walked them to the bathroom to clean up. Pac joked that it was his fault for trying to sneak into his room like that.
At Fit’s troubled expression Pac told him he had actually enjoyed last night a lot. He spelled out exactly what he had loved and how it made him feel as Fit carefully washed the dried cum and sweat from his skin. He kept telling Fit how he was ok and that he could’ve stopped him had he felt like he needed to.
Eventually they settled down in the bathtub together. Water bottles and snacks pulled from someone’s inventory. Fit told Pac about what it was like for him, the hazy instinctual event it had been and how he still felt an overwhelming affection for Pac even in that half awake state. Pac asked if they could do something like that again sometime and Fit didn’t have an answer. They agreed to discuss it more later and settled in for a day of recovery.
Mike moved off of Fit’s chest with a slight nudge from Pac. Finding a spot further up the bed he smirked. “And here I thought Fit was the impatient one. You should've seen him Pac, he was begging like a dog." Grabbing a water bottle the inventor settled down to watch the show unfolding before him.
Pac tossed his clothes off to the side and cocked his head at Fit. "Did he now?" Straddling one thigh and slotting their legs together Pac quickly leaned in to kiss Fit on the cheek before pulling back when the anarchist tried to connect their lips. "How cute." Reaching down he roughly groped at Fit's pecs, kneading the soft flesh and muscles with his fingers. He chuckled as Fit gasped and grabbed at his hands instinctively not really stopping the scientist, just needing something to hold onto. "You look so pretty like this Fitche."
"Pac-" the anarchist groaned and bucked his hips against nothing. His erection straining against the black lace of the panties.
"Shh Fitche," scooping up some of the cooling spend off his chest Pac brought his fingers up to Fit's lips. "Open up Fitche," biting his bottom lip for a moment at how readily Fit started cleaning his fingers, "Mikey left quite a mess on you didn't he? I should really help make you dirtier." Swiping at the hardened nub under the bralette with his thumb Pac watched Fit shudder and moan around the fingers in his mouth.
"I mean look at you." Pulling his fingers back he marveled at the glistening strings of saliva trailing back to Fit's lolling tongue. "A beautiful thing like you turned into a panting, moaning mess." Fit watched with half lidded eyes as Pac lazzily wiped his fingers dry on the bralette, making sure to swipe over his other nipple making him whimper breathlessly. Pac pressed his thigh up against Fit's cock, pulling a loud drawn out moan from the anarchist who threw his head back at the stimulation on his long neglected cock.
Rocking his hips against Pac's thigh Fit groaned out, "Fuck, just for you. Only you two." A whimper ripped from his throat as Pac grabbed his hips to still him. Pac met his gaze, yellow sclera almost glowing around pacman shaped irises.
"Take it easy, I still need to use your chest Fit." The scientist let go of his hips with a giggle. "You did this for us, right Fitche?" Pac asked playfully, trailing his fingers down to snap the garter straps against Fit's heavily muscled thighs. "What were you planning?" He snapped the straps again. Fit's legs jerked together around Pac's thigh with each snap. "Have us use you until we ruined these?" Another snap.
Fit's hands fisted into the sheets above his head as he tried desperately not to rut against Pac's thigh, his chest heaving. "Pac, please." His composure snapped as the two Brazilians snickered at how desperate he was becoming. Fit reached out and hauled Pac up, startling a yelp from the Brazilian. Setting him down on his chest Fit pressed his pecs together again. "Pac I need you to hurry up and fuck my tits or I'm going to go crazy."
Pac's stunned look dissipated in a second before giving a mock salute to the American. "Yes sir!" Bracing himself on one forearm and his hand on Fit's shoulder he pushes his cock between the two mounds of lace and flesh. A groan errupts from his throat at the slick pressure.
Soon enough Pac was thrusting in and out between the anarchist's pecs. Each thrust sending shocks down his spine only to be followed by waves of arousal when he glances down at the picture beneath him. Fit, black lace clinging to his form, sticking his tongue out desperately. Trying to lick at Pac's cock when it came close. Pac had to look away when Fit peered up at him through his lashes.
"Fitche." Pac groaned as that hot tongue finally brushed against him. "Fitch, you feel so good Fitch." He could feel the anarchist's hot breath ghosting against his flesh as his hips stuttered. "You're too good Fitch-" Pac quickly shoved himself back up onto his knees, moving as pleasure sparked over his nerves. He wrapped his hand around his length to pull as much from his cock as possible. Eyes closing as his orgasm flooded through this body, breath coming in gasps.
"What the fuck Pac, you missed!" Mike called out from his spot by the pillows. The scientist opened his eyes and looked down to see he had covered Fit's face in his spend. Streaks of white coated his lips, cheeks, across his nose, he even had one eye shut to avoid the drops.
"It's fine," Fit said, licking his lips clean before continuing with a smile, "Just means you have to try again, Pac."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: FitMC/Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw
Characters: FitMC (Video Blogging RPF), Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw
Additional Tags: Still hate that the character tags have their irl names in them, No beta we die like JuanaFlippa, Light Bondage, Gags, Safeword Use, or safegesture??, Sex Toys, Vibrators, Anal Fingering, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Overstimulation, aftercare is had and theyre both dorks
Summary:
Fit asks a question while Pac is enjoying himself.
I'm still so bad at summaries and naming things send help.
It had been a sort of experiment for Fit. Seeing which of the pair would get back to him first... and what they would do when they see him.
Mike was the first to arrive. Fit heard the man running up the stairs and tried to calm his nerves as he sat on the bed. The door burst open to reveal a disheveled Mike, lab coat askew and pink hair more messy than normal. His eyes widened behind his glasses as his gaze fell on the man sitting at the edge of the bed.
Fit casually lifted a hand in greeting, "Oi Mike." His heart thudded against his chest. Maybe Mike wouldn't like the black lace that pressed into his skin, the garter belt clipped into his stockings edged in the same lace that decorated his body. His worries died as the Brazilian shucked his lab coat and marched over to Fit.
"Oi Fitch..." He halfheartedly greeted the American as he bit his lip and took in the sight before him. "Is this for us?" He reached out and ran his fingers along the strap of the bralette as Fit nodded. He traced his fingers along the lace, catching his fingers on the buds he could feel hardening under the material. Fit shuddered and folded his hands together in his lap, never taking his gaze off the scientist.
He hooked his fingers in the crisscrossing ribbons decorating Fit's chest. Pulling on them he let out a low whistle as the ribbons pushed the anarchist's pecs together. "Fitch, your breasts look so good in this." He pressed Fit's pecs together with his hands, making an even more prominent line of cleavage. The Brazilian tilted his head with a smile. "I could fuck them they're so big."
"Fuck- please." The words punched out of the anarchist's chest. the idea of Mike fucking his tits sent waves of arousal down to his cock. Suddenly he was pushed onto his back on the bed, his hands shooting out to the side to catch himself. He settled down as Mike straddled his torso, cock out and already leaking precum.
Mike grabbed Fit's hands and shoved them at his chest. "Push." Fit obediently pressed his pecs together for the Brazilian looming over him. "Such a good pet," Mike murmured as he tugged the hem of the bralette up and slowly slid his cock between the squished mounds of flesh, the tip peeking out from the crevice obscenely and decorated by those ribbons. "So pretty Fit."
He began moving.
Fit couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of Mike's cock thrusting in and out from between his pecs. His breasts. He could feel his own erection straining painfully against the lace of his panties. He felt so pretty, so attractive right now. Mike was appreciating his efforts, using him just as he'd hoped. Hopefully Pac would use him too once he got here. He imagined the Brazilians leaving him a mess. Cum smeared across his face, across his chest. Fit let out a moan at the idea.
"Fit you feel so good," Mike breathed out. Fit looked up to find red dusting his cheeks. Fit tilted his head down, his mouth open tongue out, and licked at Mike as his cock thrust forward. Lapping up a little of the precum that was dripping down with each movement. Mike threw his head back and moaned, his hips snapping forward. Fit chuckled a little at the reaction.
At that Mike reached down and pinched Fit's nipples through the lace, rolling them between his fingers. The anarchist cried out, arching his back against the bed. Mike used his light grip on Fit to tug his breasts to him with every snap of his hips. "Come on Fit, push your tits together. I didn't tell you to stop." Fit readjusted his hands and pressed his breasts closer together around Mike.
Both men were panting and groaning, neither heard the door to the house slam open, too distracted by what they were doing. Mike was close. His thrusts were becoming erratic. The Brazilian let go of Fit's now sore nipples and grabbed his chest with both hands to press them together himself.
Soon enough Mike pulled back, jerking his cock above Fit's chest. "Get ready Fitch." That was all the warning he gave before cumming with a cry. Fit instinctively opened his mouth hoping to catch a little spend on his tongue, groaning as the warm ropes hit his skin.
White lines of cum stood out proudly on the black lace. Mike looked down at his handiwork proudly as he caught his breath. Fit shuddered and licked a drip of cum off his lip with a small moan.
The two men flinched at the sound of slow, appreciative clapping. Pac stood in the doorway leaning against the frame. "What a show!" His eyes sparkled as he walked over to the two on the bed. Wrapping his arms around Mike's torso and resting his chin on his shoulder he gazed down at Fit. "And look at you Fitche! So pretty." The anarchist shivered under that hungry gaze as Mike's cum cooled on his skin. "I get a turn too, right Fitche?" His boyfriend nodded immediately.
"Good," Pac said with a grin. "Because you're far too beautiful to not play with."
