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Till opens Ivan’s apartment door after hearing the sound of her girlfriend yelling that it’s unlocked, feeling something strange coils low in her stomach as she steps inside, a sharp feeling of her body anticipating something she didn’t know yet. It only tightens when she spots Ivan sitting on the couch, a book resting forgotten in her hands.

She immediately throws her bag somewhere before she’s crossing the room, launching herself at her. Ivan catches her automatically, arms strong and familiar around her waist. Till nests into her lap, face buried in her neck, arms tight around her side like she rightfully belongs there.

“I missed you,” Ivan murmurs into her collarbones, lips brushing skin before pressing a kiss to her head. She inhales deeply, smiling as she notices Till had been using her shampoo.

“You saw me this morning, loser,” Till mutters, already betraying herself with her heating face, heart pounding so loud it would be humiliating if Ivan heard. She laughs when Ivan grabs her chin to rub her cheek against hers, an old habit she stole from Till and never gave back.

They’d finally started officially dating a few weeks ago, after circling each other for literal years. They were long, long years of tension and fighting and miscommunication and stupid misunderstandings, but even then, physical touch always came as a silent way of showing love, especially from Ivan, who now touched her ever more openly, easy and finally without feeling any guilt. Till was still getting used to it.

“Oh,” Ivan says suddenly, like she just remembered something important. “I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Till mumbles, lifting her head just enough to look at her. “Don’t tell me you—“

“I got you something.”

Till squints, suspicious. “Something for me?”

“Yeah...” Ivan tries to bite her lips to hide her smirk, but it was too late. Till knows what that smirk meant. It meant Ivan was into something fucking deranged and is enjoying it immensely. “Something you’ll like.”

“What is it, Ivan?” Till groans, shifting so she can look at her properly. “I’m not playing your fucking games—“

Her words die in her throat. Ivan’s hands slide to her hips and pull her down, grinding her firmly against her lap.

Till gasps because she feels something where there is supposed to be nothing. Something solid and unmistakable beneath soft fabric, something like a…

“I-Ivan?” She blushes, looking down at Ivan’s crotch. She was wearing a pair of fuckass gray sweatpants, outlining something in there. To be sure, Till pressed her palm to it, and that’s when the realization dawns on her.

A strap. Ivan was wearing a strap.

“Told you,” Ivan murmurs against her ear, voice lazy and self-satisfied. She presses Till’s body down again, dragging the moment, thumbs digging into her hips as she rocked them against her strap so that she could feel it clearly. “Something you’d like.”

Till was wearing oversized jeans, as usual, but the pressure of something solid brushing against her folds was there. She whimpers, trying to hold into her pride and keep her own hips from moving, hiding her face in Ivan’s neck again.

“You like it?”

“A-ah, oh, uhm, yes, I mean—“ Till stammers, words leaving her mouth mindlessly. “Yep. I-I like it.”

Ivan chuckles meanly at her flustered state, something low and satisfied, vibrating through her. She shifts her grip and bucks her hips up, and the rough texture of the jeans rub into her already perked up clit almost painfully.

“Well?” Ivan’s tone was sweet but dangerous, looking up at Till already imagining all the things she wanted to do with her. “Why don’t we go test it?”

Till’s shaky, shy nod is all Ivan needs before she hauls her girlfriend clean off the sofa without warning, tossing her over her shoulder like she weighs nothing. Till shrieks, fists pounding uselessly against her back as she kicks her legs.

“Put me down, you fucking—!”

A sharp smack lands on her ass. Till yelps, stunned silent mid-tantrum.

“That’s better,” Ivan says, unbothered, carrying her straight to the bedroom and dumping her onto the bed like she’s nothing but a prize she’s already won.

“Ugh, I hate when you— mmh—!” Ivan shuts her up before she gets smart, connecting their lips and smirking into the kiss at how eager Till was already. She pulls back just enough to smirk when Till chases her lips like she’s desperate.

She spreads Till’s skinny thighs with strong hands, a practiced movement, pressing her against the mattress, pressing their hips together while keeping one of Till’s thighs open.

“Look at you,” Ivan says calmly. “Already like this.”

“A-ah, Ivan…” it never takes much for Till to get needy. Her hips move by their own accord, trying to grind into the bulge in Ivan’s pants. “C’mon…”

“C’mon what?” Ivan asks because she’s an asshole, rubbing a hand slowly along the insides of her shirt, tracing her waist. “Use your words.”

Till shoots her a look like she was about to punch her. Ivan’s clit perked up in anticipation. She waits for Till’s reply, hand still moving deliberately along her ribs and watching how goosebumps went through her skin.

“…Y-you know.”

“I do,” Ivan hums, assessing damage. “You want my strap.”

Till turns incandescent. She looks away before nodding shyly. “You’ve promised you’d— y-you’d do it before, and I’ve been waiting…” she confesses, and Ivan feels the primal urge to consume. How dare she deny her cute girlfriend for so long?

Her eyes darken as this hunger prowls through all of her. She sits back on her heels, breathing hard and watching Till, needy and laid out on her bed like a feast for the taking.

“Take off your clothes,” she says, voice low but authoritative.

Till scoffs, “do I have to do everything myself, really?”

Ivan responds by grabbing her ankle and pulling her body towards her, stripping her roughly. “A-ah okay, o-okay, you caveman, wait—!” She protests but Ivan plays deaf and throws the last piece of clothing down the floor while she stays fully clothed, admiring her girlfriend’s body not unlike an art critic.

Till had small pointy tits and a skinny waist, ribs prominent when she took in deep breaths, like now. Her body was completely different from Ivan’s own, of her muscles and the confident heat radiating.

Now she laid there trying not to squirm under Ivan’s intense gaze, squeezing her thighs together to hide her cunt as of she hadn’t given it to Ivan over and over already. Ivan forces her thighs again open to watch the mess there, her slit already leaking and pulsating hungrily.

“You didn’t shave,” Ivan licks her lips, throat dry with lust. “Good.”

Till can’t move her legs under Ivan’s strong grip, so she uses her arms to grab her by the neck and pull her down again, catching her bottom lip with her top one. Ivan slowly runs her fingers down her cunt while she kisses her, feeling the slick increasing and coating her hand. Till jumps when she suddenly pinches her clit, back arching off the bed as Ivan grins triumphantly.

“Ivan,” Till says, chin tipped up with the last shred of pride Ivan hasn’t stripped from her yet. “Show it to me.”

Ivan’s smile turns slow and evil. “Of course, baby.” She steals a kiss then stands, taking her time just to make Till more impatient. Her shirt comes off, showing the dark red bra barely holding up all of the weight of her boobs. Then her pants and underwear go together, because of course she’s dramatic about it, and her strap is finally free.

Till freezes.

Whatever Ivan is wearing is… staring back. Confident and aggressive. Menacingly, even.

“So?” Ivan climbs back in the bed and nudges it against her butt. Till scrambles backwards so fast she almost falls down the mattress. “What’s with that face?” Ivan asks innocently.

“Ivan.” Till says slowly, staring at it like it had just declared a war, fully personal. It was a high quality one, really realistic: dark red and with some thick veins along its shaft, a thick mushroom head, and most importantly, huge.

“What?”

“Ivan.” Till repeats. “What is that.”

“It’s my strap.” Ivan says, stroking it like it needs reassurance.

“No,” Till counters. “That’s a threat against women. Ivan, there was no need for all that.”

Ivan rolls her eyes and crawls closer. Till tries to retreat again, but Ivan catches her ankle easily. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“I-I’m not being dramatic!” Till says, voice cracking as she keeps staring at it. “That thing has a zip code! You could file taxes with it!”

“So you don’t want it?” Ivan has the audacity to look like a kicked puppy, pouting, rubbing it as if trying to comfort it, like a wounded ego. Like she didn’t just pull out something that could legally be classified as industrial equipment.

“I do—“ Till blurts out, and Ivan lights up again. “But it’s not gonna fit!” Till says, gesturing wildly. “Like, no way. There was no need for all that.”

Ivan hums with a grin, dragging it teasingly along Till’s thigh just to watch her flinch.
“Oh, we’ll make it fit, don’t worry about that.”

She then runs it along Till’s red slit, soaking it up with her fluids, watching it shine. She watches in awe as more slick comes out when she experimentally presses it to Till’s hole, then uses the mushroom head to run circles around her clit. “Because you’ll be a good girl and let me fuck you, right?”

She drums her fingers impatiently over her thigh. Till gulps, cunt clenching in something between excitement and fear. She nods eagerly despite everything.

And so Ivan pulls Till closer to her by the hips, not even letting her breathe before she presses in.

—Or at least she tried to, but Till’s cunt was so tight it couldn’t even take its head. Ivan looks at her, at the way she bit her lips, how her fingers clenched white into the sheets. She presses one of her thighs against the mattress, spreading her obscenely open, and tries again.

“W-w-wait—!” Till yelps a few seconds in, sweating and breath coming in uneven like she just ran a marathon. The head didn’t go through at all. “This isn’t working—“

“Okay,” Ivan impatiently taps her fingers in the entrance of the cunt, making her squeal and instinctively close her legs again. She lets them drop open again when Ivan sends her a dark warning look. “I’ll loosen you up.”

Her hand lifts, hovering in front of Till’s face. Long fingers stare at her, calloused and commanding.

“Suck.”

Till’s turquoise eyes cross as they flick from Ivan’s face to her hand, heat flooding her cheeks. She licks her lips and leans in hesitantly at first, brushing her tongue over Ivan’s fingers tentatively before wrapping her mouth around them properly. Ivan exhales through her nose, impatient, and presses them deeper.

Till hollows her cheeks as she tries her best to be good and not gag over them, her hands clutching uselessly at the sheets, body trembling with effort and embarrassment.

“Look at you,” Ivan murmurs, watching closely. “Trying so hard.”

She moans when Ivan tilts them upward, fingerprints hitting the roof of her mouth and rubbing against it, a strange but satisfying sensation. When Ivan finally pulls away, Till sucks in a desperate breath, lips parted, a thin line of spit connecting them for half a second too long before breaking.

“Perfect,” Ivan inspects them quietly, then two fingers are shoved into her hole all at once.

“Ah! A-ahn, fuck—“ She moaned and tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, but Ivan was stronger, pinning her down effortlessly like she weighed nothing at all. Ivan’s left hand— nails long and unapologetic— dug into Till’s hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind. Her right hand was different: three fingers kept short on purpose, sliding inside Till with ruthless precision. The nail thing was deliberate, almost smug, like Ivan wanted the world to know exactly what she was.

“You’re so tight, fuck, look at you…” Ivan murmurs mindlessly, flicking her wrist in a way that made Till scream and clench greedily around her.

Two fingers soon become three, Ivan squeezing her ring finger into Till’s snug little cunt, stealing sobs out of her as her thumb pressed in her clit merciless.

“You look like a fucking mess already, baby,” Ivan murmured, bending down to hook two fingers under Till’s chin and force her to look up. She licked the tears straight from her cheeks, breathing her in like she was starving. Till smelled desperate and needy, delicious. “You want more?”

“Yes!” Till nodded frantically, words tumbling out of her as fast as her breath, surprisingly shameless.

“Then be good,” she said softly, cruel in how gentle she sounded. “And don’t come yet, okay?”

The way Till’s face fell was so cute Ivan felt the urge to pinch her cheeks. “But..” she tries to speak but Ivan suddenly slaps her clit with her free hand, making her scream so loud it bounced off the walls, body jolting.

“No buts,” Ivan clicked her tongue, already rubbing over the swollen bud she’d just punished, hands steady while Till shook apart beneath her. She massaged her thighs, grounding her just enough to keep her right there. “You’re not allowed to come like this. You’ll be good and come on my strap and my strap alone. Understood?”

“No!” Till protests, weakly raising herself in her elbows even if they shook. She lifts her chin in bratty defiance, eyesbright and wet. “I don’t want to be good. I want to cum, now.”

“Till.” Ivan’s voice comes as a warning as she exhales through her nose. “I’m trying to take care of you. Why can’t you be good?”

“I…” Till’s eyes fill with more tears, and the pang Ivan feels in her chest isn’t stronger than the sadistic one she feels in her cunt for seeing Till so helpless. “Okay… I’m s-sorry… I’ll try...”

“Don’t be sorry baby, it’s okay,” she whispers in her ear, squeezing her nipple as a reward. “I’ll make you feel good now, so just lay back and take it like a good girl.”

Till nods, biting her lips before she catches herself and lets out the shy moan she’d been pushing down, remembering Ivan hated when she kept in her noises. Her head meets the pillow as Ivan resumes her fast pace, her whole hand glistening with slick, her strap-on still there, hard and ready, waiting.

Ivan feels her struggle to breathe when she kisses her forcefully, biting her lips and pressing her body weight over her. Ivan still couldn’t believe they were together. She struggled to believe she deserved to see a sight so beautiful: Till vulnerable and at her mercy, laid out open and waiting for her. So… perfect.

“I-Ivan, your eyes…” Till chuckles breathlessly, a trail or saliva running down her chin and dampening the pillow. “You’re doing that thing again. You look insane.”

Ivan blinks, snapping herself out of her trance. Her red iris had expanded into a sanguine depth, trying to coax Till in. “Oh.”

“It’s… hot,” Till mumbles, hiding her face. She whines when Ivan curls her fingers right. “R-really weird, but hot…”

Ivan is about to deem her ready enough for the strap because she was getting impatient herself, when she feels Till suddenly shaking more. She experimentally presses two fingers over clit with her left hand, pulling out her fingers almost completely just to slam them back so forcefully her wrist cramped.

“A-ahn! No, wait!” Till yelps, struggling to scramble away from the onslaught of pleasure.

Before Ivan could even tell what’s happening, Till comes, just like that. Glistening juices spurt out of her like a fountain, her moans ridiculously lewd and loud. Ivan pulls her fingers out to milk her clit through it, pressing down on her body, which shook and jolted violently. It feels like it goes on forever, wave after humiliating wave, until Till’s strength finally gives out and she slumps boneless against the sheets, breathing hard.

Ivan waits. She gives her a second to come back, and when Till finally looks up, there’s a flash of something like guilt on her face before it’s replaced in a second by that infuriating tilt of her mouth. She almost looks smug, like she’s already bracing for punishment but proud she earned it.

“I-I— shit, I didn’t mean to, but…” Till doesn’t even apologize, looking up with her daring gaze, testing Ivan. “But… you can’t tell me you didn’t see that coming.”

“So that’s it,” Ivan calmly exhales through her nose, but her fingers are curled into fist. “It ‘felt too good,’ and that’s supposed to excuse it?”

“You’re the one who—“

“I warned you,” Ivan cuts in, voice disappointed and sharp like a blade. “You knew exactly what would happen if you pushed.”

That’s when Till’s bravado finally wavers a little. Still, she tries to shake it off and shrugs, saying: “I thought you were stronger th—“

But Ivan moves before she can finish. Her hands are firm as she manhandles Till, flipping her into her stomach, dragging her hips up. Till gasps and wriggles, secretly thrilled, but Ivan spanks her as a warning, leaving a red mark over tanned skin. She stills immediately.

Ivan thumbs her cunt to forcefully spread her folds and stops to admire her for a second. “…pathetic,” Ivan chuckles, and that’s all Till gets before the tip of a strap pushes in.

The strap felt weirdly hot, and Till’s hips tremble with the effort to take it, cunt stretching obscenely as slick overflows, dripping all over the sheets.

“A-ah—! I-Ivan, wait!” Till whimpers, trying not to clench and lose her mind to the burn.

“Shhh, almost there baby,” Ivan murmurs, running a hand over her sweaty back while the other kept her buttcheek spread humiliatingly open. “You’re so fucking tight, Jesus.”

It burnt when the head finally went through her entrance, but now the slide was easier. Till gasps and gasps but she can’t seem to get enough air as Ivan pushes inside slowly to make sure Till feels every inch of it stretching her open. By the time Ivan’s hips finally are flush against her ass, Till was sobbing.

“I-it’s so big,” wrecked cries go through her, but she doesn’t dare ask Ivan to stop or pull out. It hurt, but it felt so good. “It’s too big—“

Ivan coos, slowly grinding her clit against Till’s butt, feeling the bulb from the strap sheathed inside her and hitting her g-spot with every movement. “I told you you could do it,” her touch is searing, patting Till’s hair with a gentleness that only lasts a few seconds before she fists it.

“I-I…” Till tries to speak, but Ivan pulls out slowly, all the way until only the tip is inside, just to slam back in.

Till screams. Ivan starts fucking her without pause, hips slapping against her butt with every harsh, cruel thrust until Till is reduced to nothing but a sobbing mess, whimpering weakly for mercy, for apologies, for Ivan to go slower.

“Hm? What is it?” Ivan asks, hauling her head up by the throat and forcing her back to arch in a painful angle. She knew that if she told Ivan to stop, she would, but she realizes she didn’t want that at all. Till’s mind goes blank, and she can’t seem to say anything other than Ivan’s name in between pathetic moans. “Thought you said something.”

Then Till’s head is forced back against the pillow, and the room spins. Her second orgasm hits her too suddenly, hard and fast with the force of a bottle shattering against a wall. Ivan seems shocked too, having the mercy to milk her through it with a hand and pull out to tap the tip of the strap against her cunt.

Till shook so violently her legs gave out completely, making Ivan turn her to her side. Her fat pussy lips were squished together between her closed thighs like this, looking like fucking candy in Ivan’s eyes.

She teases the strap against her cunt and Till immediately raised herself up in one elbow to push her away, but Ivan was much stronger. She leaned over and pinned her wrists together, playing deaf to her crying, pushing back in.

Till was even tighter than before, more sensitive, her pussy red and aching but still hungry for more. Ivan thrusts in slowly now, maybe out of mercy, maybe out of cruelty, and Till lays there and takes it like the good pillow princess she was.

If I die like this, Till thinks to herself, it’s not such a bad way to go.

The sounds the strap made inside Till’s wet pussy were so dirty and loud that they spurred Ivan on more, like they were some type of reward she gained from fucking the brain cells out of her.

“If you’re being l-like this because— ahh, because you think I’m gonna beg—“ Till pants, voice sharp even as it wobbles at the edges, even as she’s filled and fucked to the near limit. “You’re fucking wrong.”

“Hmm? Beg? I didn’t say anything about begging, though.” Ivan watched the way her pussy sucked her strap in, how she was so tight it felt difficult to move. Till only tightened up more when she was fully turned from her side to her back, her legs dropping open by themselves.

“Why are you jumping to that, baby?” She smiles as Till’s body betraying herself, hip bones jolting. She loved being called baby. Ivan knew she wanted to prove something, and the thought of stripping it out from her left her exhilarated. Watching Till try to hold onto pride while it slipped through her fingers made something feral coil in her chest.

“I’m not—“ she tries to say but Ivan suddenly slams in with so much force it was as if she wanted to puncture something in there, and she’s resulted to sobs. She can’t swallow down fast enough, and saliva slips out from the corner of her rude, snarky mouth.

“I don’t need you to beg. You’re already right where I want you,” her boice was laced with an edge of madness, her red irises shining and the black, long strands of hair swaying like a curtain, covering most of her face. She looked insane. She looked fucking hot. “Begging is boring, baby. What I want is to see you really breaking.”

Till can’t do anything but whimper. No smart assed reply comes to her, no teeth and defiance. Her mind is already giving in, reduced to jelly and the dizzying feeling of Ivan dominating her.

Ivan presses one hand over her lower stomach meanly, and when Till’s legs kick out, Ivan just applies more pressure, pushing down just right to make every ridge and vein of the toy grind against her inner walls. It hurts so good, a burning ache that blurs into ecstasy, her body betraying her with fresh gushes of wetness coating Ivan’s hips. Till bites her lip hard enough to taste copper, but the moan escapes anyway— a raw, broken sound that echoes in the dim room.

Ivan looks delighted when she catches sight of the drop of blood, and she reaches down to suck on her bleeding bottom before Till could wipe it away. At some point the taste of copper in Ivan’s mouth mix with the salty taste of tears coming from Till. Ivan kept thrusting in and out of Till’s aching pussy to see if she would cry more, fucking her like she was nothing more than a ragdoll, a toll for her own pleasure.

Till doesn’ know what to do with her hands anymore, trying to clap them over her mouth to muffle her loud moans only to have them yanked away back to the mattress by Ivan in a second. So she settles them over her own chest, brushing her nipple piercings to ground herself.

“How does it feel?” Ivan asks, black hair whipping across her boobs.

“Feels like—“ Till gasps, moans weakly. “L-like, ahn—“ she tries again, but only whimpers come out of her mouth. Then:

“Like a disappointment. Is that all you got?”

Ivan stills, her red iris turning into slits of pure cruel blood. She doesn’t look angry at all, no, she looks delighted, and that’s scarier, white teeth flashing like a threat. Till tries to pretend she isn’t shaking in anticipation, but Ivan knew her too well.

Ivan lets out a laugh then; a sharp bark devoid of humor before grabbing Till jaw in a bruising grip, forcing her cheek against the pillow, thumbs digging into the soft flesh under her chin until Till’s lips part in a hiss.

“I see,” she breathes out, hips frozen in place making Till squirm under her to get her to move again. Ivan pulls out before slapping her clit, cooing at her dramatic scream. “You think you’re tough? Acting like my strap isn’t ruining that greedy cunt of yours?”

Her free hand snatches Tills wrist and pins it above her head, the other yanking her thigh up high. With brutal efficiency, she folds Till’s small body like paper, knees shoved toward her chest, legs splayed wide in the mating press, exposing her dripping folds completely. Till’s ass lifts off the bed, her pussy presented like an offering, vulnerable and quivering under Ivan’s gaze.

Till tries to bite back a moan, tries to school her face into a pouty indifference, but Till was anything but nonchalant. “Hah, p-please, it’s barely a workout.” She says, even as her hips twitch involuntarily, even as her cunt overflows with each passing second. She wants this; for Ivan to wipe that facade away, fuck the brattiness out of her until she’s begging without shame. Her clit throbs visibly, swollen and neglected, but she won’t give Ivan the satisfaction of admitting it. She doesn’t have to.

Ivan doesn’t seem impressed by her little act. She lines up the thick strap-on, the tip nudging Till’s entrance before she slams forward in one savage thrust, burying herself completely. The angle is merciless— every inch spears into Till’s core, the pressure from her folded legs making it feel impossibly deeper, stretching her pussy to its limits. Ivan don’t hesitate before slamming her hips without mercy, pounding into her with short, vicious strokes that grind the base against her own clit while hammering Till’s g-spot relentlessly.

“Liar,” Ivan hisses, leaning her full weight down to trap Till completely, their chests pressing and moving together— large heavy boobs grinding against small pierced buds— Ivan’s breath hot and ragged against Till’s neck. She bites down hard on Till’s shoulder, teeth sinking in until blood wells up from her fang, the metallic tang mixing with the sweat on her tongue.

Till’s body jolts with the stimulation, back aching, pussy gushing around the invading length, slick coating Ivan’s thighs. She clenches her fists in the sheets, still refusing to cry out fully. “Harder— if you can manage it—“

But her voice cracks on the last word, her legs trembling in the press, toes curling as the coil in her belly tightens unbearably. The cruelty in Ivan’s eyes, the way she uses Till’s body like a disposable hole— it ignites everything, pushing her closer to the edge she pretends not to chase.

Ivan’s response is to grind deeper, rolling her hips to make the strap-on drag along every sensitive part inside Till. She slaps Till’s cheek playfully, then grabs both ankles, holding them down beside Till’s ears, folding her even more.

“Keep talking shit. I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.”

Her thrusts turn punishing, the bed slamming against the wall with each ram, Till’s ass cheeks rippling from the impacts. Ivan’s fingers dig into Till’s thighs, leaving red welts as she leans in to spit on her clit before rubbing it viciously with a thumb, overstimulating the bundle of nerves until Till’s hips buck wildly despite her bravado.

The facade crumbles bit by bit, way too fast, as expected. Till’s breaths come in sharp, ragged pants, eyes glazing over as the mating press leaves her no escape, her pussy milking the length with desperate spasms.

She’s so so close, her body arching into the dominance she craves, silently pleading for Ivan to push harder, to make her break. Her thighs quake in Ivan’s iron grip, every nerve screaming for release as the pressure builds to a white-hot peak, and when she’s finally tipping over the edge, humiliating babbles contradicting every defiance she tried to prove moments ago— Ivan pulls out.

Her cunt clenched around nothing as she chocked in shock, staring up at Ivan incredulously. Ivan only smiles down at her— a slow, predatory curl of her lips that doesn’t reach her cold black-red eyes. She strokes the slick toy lazily with one hand, the length glistening with Till’s arousal, strings of her own wetness stretching between her fingers.

“What the fuck is your pr-problem!” Till’s legs fall back over the mattress heavily. She was so close— her pussy still twitching, inner muscles fluttering emptily, begging to be filled again. “I was about to cum, asshole!”

Ivan cuts her off with a sharp slap of the strap-on’s head against Till’s exposed clit, the wet smack echoing in the room. Till’s hips jerk involuntarily, a fresh gush of slick leaking from her hole at the sting. “Do you want it back?”

“What do you fucking think!”

“Then beg,” she says simply. “It was your idea, after all. Very interesting.”

Till looks up at her, then her strap, like she hated both of them. “Ugh, just—!” She opens her mouth and closes it again, mewling when Ivan slaps the toy against her over sensitive clit yet another time. She liked that too much. “Just—! Give it to me, ugh!”

Ivan clicks her tongue in mock disappointment. Why was Till pretending like she never begged before? Till knew this game, knew that Ivan thrived on breaking her down to nothing. “Alright. I’ll give it to you if you suck my dick first.”

That makes Till freeze. “I… I don’t..”

“Come on,” Ivan lays on the bed, spreading her legs. The harness was all black leather, the color that suited her most. It clung to her powerful hips and strong abs, making her look insanely sexy with it, dominating, strong. “On your knees. Earn it.”

“F— fine,” Till mutters through clenched teeth, scrambling forward on shaky limbs until she’s sitting on her heels between Ivan’s thighs. Her face burns with embarrassment as she wraps a tentative hand around the base of the strap-on, giving it an experimental stroke. It was still warm from her pussy, slick with her own taste. She can’t even meet Ivan’s gaze, staring fixedly at the wall instead.

“Get to it, brat.” Ivan’s fingers curl in the short hair on her nape, not yanking yet, but just a firm reminder of who’s in charge.

Till shoots her a look and breathes in, lowering her head. The humiliation burnt sweetly in her skin as she began lapping up Ivan’s strap, tasting herself, coating it in saliva, mixing it up with her own fluids. Her jaw already ached as she could barely wrap her lips around it, much less suck on it.

So Ivan doesn’t let her struggle alone. The fingers in Till’s hair turn to fists, pushing her head down firmly until Till gags. Ivan holds her there for a heartbeat, watching with heated intensity the way Till’s throat bulges before pulling back, letting her heave for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to the toy.

“This is so embarrassing…” she mumbles but wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and determinedly goes down on it by herself, Ivan’s eyes twinkling as she watches her dedication. She bobbed her head with sloppy enthusiasm, and Ivan’s thankful it was not her real dick because she could see Till’s teeth rubbing it, no matter how much she tried to do a good job.

Ivan’s hand move Till’s head up and down in a steady rhythm, muttering praises that only humiliate Till more, guiding her through it. Her efforts grow even messier, saliva coating the entire length, dripping onto Ivan’s harness and thighs, but Ivan deems it enough after a few more thrusts, finally yanking Till’s face back up by the hair.

“That was a good show,” she smiles slowly, already throwing Till on her back before she could catch her breath. She nearly folds her in half again, back into that mating press position, thighs yanked wide apart when she pushes back in, her cunt resisting a little before giving in to the strap.

Till whimpers turn into full blown sobs of pleasure as Ivan starts thrusting again with renewed vigor, feeling the base of the harness rubbing against her own clit with every brutal snap of her hips. Words fail her completely; all that’s left are gasps and whines, her mind a haze of submission, every nerve alight with the overwhelming need to surrender.

Ivan straightens up, hair cascading over one shoulder like a dark veil. She hooks Till’s legs over her elbows, leaning forward to pin her down completely, and picks up the rhythm again—faster, harder, the room filling with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin and Till’s drenched pussy taking it all.

Till’s hands fly to Ivan’s shoulders now, not pushing away but clinging, nails digging into sweaty skin as if to anchor herself against the storm. Her legs tremble, spread around Ivan’s elbows, trying to press her even closer.

Ivan senses the edge Till’s teetering on again by the way she kept mumbling nonsense, and she slows her pace just enough to torment, shallow thrusts that tease her entrance before withdrawing almost entirely, only to ram back in with a wet smack.

Till’s so far gone she goes soft beneath Ivan, body melting into the mattress even as her pussy clenches greedily around the relentless thrusts. “Ivan... kisses? Please?” she whimpers, voice small and vulnerable, twisting her neck to glance back with pleading eyes, lips parted in a shaky pout.

How could Ivan be so cruel and refuse her? She leans down and captures Till’s mouth in a searing kiss, tongue plunging in to claim her roughly at first, then softening to nip and suck at her bottom lip. It’s a brief tenderness amid the cruelty, Ivan’s free hand stroking down Till’s side almost gently before she resumes fucking her, slower now but no less deep, drawing out whines with every grind.

“Are you already close, baby?” Ivan asks, and Till agrees furiously. “Come on then. Come all over my strap, make a mess of it.”

Till was just waiting for her permission, and when it was finally granted, she didn’t need to be told twice. She feels a familiar pressure building in behind her clit, the initial shock of pleasure explode from her head to the tip of her toes.

Ivan thrusts in shallowly and neglects her clit, wanting to see her come apart untouched, admiring her like art. It spurts all over the sheets and her tummy, Ivan’s hips and stomach. It felt even more intense than her previous orgasms, but Ivan doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even wait for the waves to finally finish before flipping Till around, grabbing her ass up and thrusting back in.

Till’s face presses into the pillow, still trembling from the aftershocks, the toy spearing deep into her oversensitive core.

By now Till thinks this is never going to end, that she’s going to die being Ivan’s filthy toy that can take any type of pounding. She can’t stop shaking, limbs trembling as overstimulation sets in, every nerve raw and firing. She mumbles for mercy at first, words slurred against the pillow, but when that only earns a harder snap of hips, she switches to throwing burning curses.

Ivan just laughs, hips still for a heartbeat, grabbing her hair with a hand to pull her upright, forcing her back in a painful, beautiful arch. “What? I thought you were tougher than this.”

“You’re a jerk—“ Till sniffs, presenting her greedy pussy higher. More sobs cascade through her when Ivan spanks her ass, heat going straight down her crotch. “Y-you’re a fucking jerk, I hate you—“

Ivan grinds in shallowly, making her scream, a rough sound from the back of her scratched, overused throat. Her pussy was so tender and aching, Ivan would have to make sure to give her proper care after this. For now, she focuses on ruining her to the limit.

“Oh yeah? Is this what you do to people you hate? Spread ur legs, begging to be fucked?” Ivan likes this position. Till looked particularly pathetic in it with her ass up. “Say you’re mine. Say your pussy was made for me, to be my fucktoy.”

“W-wha—“ Till gets even redder by hearing that, humiliation burning through her skin. Ivan spanks her one more time, and she gives in: “I— fine, I’m yours—! Made for you, I’m your fu—fucktoy! Don’t stop Ivan, please—“

“That’s right,” Ivan rasps, “break for me.”

She releases Till’s hair just to grip her hips with both hands, slamming in fully now. The room fills with the wet sounds of flesh on silicone, Till’s curses melting into pleas as Ivan pounds her relentlessly, chasing her own release through the harness’s friction on her clit. “Good girl, Till. You’re so good for me.”

Till’s close again, walls fluttering desperately, when Ivan surprises her— gently turning her on her back without pulling out, then pressing one palm flat against her lower stomach again, right above her pubic bone, adding external pressure that makes the strap-on feel impossibly thicker inside.

Ivan murmurs something Till can’t quite make up before activating the hidden pump with a subtle flex of her hips. The toy pulses, then erupts in hot spurts of fake cum, flooding Till’s depths with thick, warm ropes that bloat her belly slightly under Ivan’s hand.

“W-what the— fuck!” Till’s eyes widen in shock, a choked cry escaping as the weird sensation washes over her. She tries to scramble back, legs kicking weakly against Ivan’s arms, desperate to escape the intrusion that’s making her feel so utterly claimed, so filthy. “Get it out— it’s too much, Ivan!”

But Ivan’s faster. She clamps her hands down on Till’s thighs, pinning her hips immobile against the bed, the strap buried to the hilt as another pulse shoots inside her and makes her sob for mercy. Ivan just rocks her hips forward, forcing Till to take every drop, the fake cum squelching obscenely with each shallow grind.

Till’s pussy spasms around the intrusion, milking it greedily even as tears streak her face, her body torn between fleeing and chasing the twisted bliss, and another orgasm is ripped out of her. She can’t do nothing but take it, let Ivan fill her like a cumdumpster while waves of her orgasm keep going through her as the sensation of being filled to the brim intensifies.

Only when the thing empties does Ivan finally pull out, the strap exiting with a wet pop, strings of the white creamy load mixed with Till’s slick dangling between them, from her hole, gaping open.

As Till tries to catch her breath, Ivan wastes no time unbuckling the harness, discarding it aside. She climbs up the bed, straddling Till’s head before lowering herself fully, planting her dripping pussy right onto Till’s face. The weight pins Till down, Ivan’s thighs framing her. Her breath hitches against Ivan’s folds, and it’s only a seconds reaction before her tongue slips out obediently to lap at the heat pressing down on her mouth.

Ivan’s hips rock against her face, smearing herself all over Till’s cheeks and chin. Till does the best as she can from below, her hands gripping Ivan’s ass to pull her even closer. Ivan reaches back, spreading Till’s thighs wide with her hands, making cold air hit Till’s drooling pussy.

Ivan’s hands then brace on the headboard as she grinds harder, clit rubbing against Till’s nose while her tongue delves deep. “Yes— fuck, just like that—“ she gasps, body tensing. It hits her fast, orgasm crashing as she squirts hard, juices flooding Till’s mouth in pulsing waves.

When she finishes, she slumps down the mattress, Till coughing and trying to breathe normally again next to her. Ivan only lets herself rest for a few heartbeats before turning fully to her.

She brushes damp strands of silver hair away from Till’s delicate but sharp features, fingers gentler now, cupping her cheek like she’s afraid of startling her.

“Hey, look at me,” she calls, chest tightening when Till looks at her with her unfocused eyes, blinking slow and hazy. “There you are. That’s my girl.”

Till lets out a broken little sound before leaning into her touch like she’s been dying for it. She nests her face in Ivan’s soft boobs, body still trembling from the aftermath under Ivan’s steady hold.

“You did good,” Ivan praises. “I know you like to act tough, but you did exactly what I needed you to.”

“I tried,” she mumbles against her skin, voice hoarse. “I really did.”

“I know.” Ivan presses a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s why I’m proud of you.”

She reaches for a bottle of water beside the bed without letting go of Till, bringing it to her lips. Till obeys without needing to be asked to, Ivan patiently holding the bottle even when water slips a little. She wipes her mouth with her thumb before sealing a kiss there.

“You’re still an asshole…” Till mumbles, and Ivan playfully bites her nose.

She shifts, about to get up the bed, but Till whines immediately and grips her firmly, dragging her back down. “Okay, okay… geez, I was just gonna grab a cloth.”

“Later,” Till mumbles, arms wrapping around her with a strength Ivan didn’t know she possesses. “Cuddle me first.”

And they stay like that then, Ivan running her fingers through her hair, breathing steady and solid until the shaking finally fades.