Fics like the unit's omega

Ivan strains against the leather straps, his mind blanking at the sight between his bound legs. His pants have been torn open at the crotch, and his clit twitches between a masked man's tugging fingers. The man strokes Ivan's clit. "I knew you'd be a perfect slut. Just look at your fat pussy, drenching everything." He pinches his clit's throbbing head and rolls the slick pink tip under his gloved thumb. His voice sounds so familiar. Is this Mikhail? But why…? His face flushing, he recognizes his obscene state before his comrade. Amid the invasion, he thought his secondary gender didn't matter to the rest of his military unit. He wears scent blockers and takes heavy suppressants, out of courtesy. Perhaps, extended use has reduced his fertility, but he never dreamt of domesticity with their world falling apart and— Mikhail pinches his clit hard.

Fics like the unit's omega

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