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.
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."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fit/Pac/Mike + Mine
14,625 words
Tags: Trans Fit, Power Play, BDSM Dynamics, Bondage, Orgasm Denial
Pac and Mike finally take it too far with yet another of their infamous pranks leaving the faculty parking lot buried in an explosion of foam and glitter.
With his staff baying for blood Fit is left with no choice.
Pac’s leg has been playing up all day. Frustrated and unable to look at any of the mechanisms, he asks Fit to figure it out for him. A quick bout of prosthetic maintenance turns into a brief physio session for Pac. He enjoys having Fit’s hands on him a little more than he thought he would.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fit/Pac/Mike
14,495 words
Tags: Hybrids, Mating Cycles, Breeding, Trans Fit, Light Bondage, Overstimulation, Double Penetration, Tentacle Sex, Under Negotiated Kink
After Purgatory shit gets...Weird
Fit spent years successfully hiding his hybrid nature from the world only to have all his hard work dissolve as his code knits back together bringing his hybrid features and all the instincts that come with them to the forefront.
Unfortunately for him its mating season, surely he can just hide away for the week right?
Pac E Mike just want to pay a visit to their friend, no harm it that, right?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fit/Pac/Mike
2,276 words
Tags: Puppy play, Dom/Sub, Dehumanization
This is too smooth to be off the cuff, no discussion at all. Fit is struggling to keep up, but they move together seamlessly. Either they’ve planned this down to the most minute detail, or… or….
Oh, fuck. Are they talking through the link?
or
Pac and Mike have a bit of fun with their puppy. Too bad they only talk through the mindlink, so he has no idea what they are planning.
