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Till dreaded finals week.
The pressure of his upcoming exams and projects put him on edge, constantly jittery, making him flip off at any minor inconvenience. He kept bouncing his leg up and down incessantly, and there was an awfully persistent throb on his skull.
And as if that wasn’t enough to piss him off; there was also Ivan. His stupidly perfect boyfriend who didn’t bother on doing more than the bare minimum because even though he seemed like the stereotype of a jock, he was still somehow incredibly intelligent, which just made Till even more pissed.
Worst of all is that Ivan, being the freak that he is, seemed like he enjoyed finals week, as if he was delighted in watching Till’s suffering. Till wasn’t sure if the stupid grin he had whenever he was being miserable was real or if he was hallucinating due to the stress.
He felt Ivan nudge at his leg with his foot, and he looked up from his laptop to glare at him, clearly sensing that Ivan had something in mind by the way he was looking at him from the other side of the sofa. No, fuck him, he needed to focus, and he would not succumb to Ivan and his stupid smile and charm.
He glanced at Ivan once more as the nudges became more insistent, and he suppressed an annoyed sigh at seeing his pout.
“Till, let’s go out,” He whined his name like a kicked puppy waiting for his attention.
“You go out, I have things to finish."
“What’s the point of going out alone?” He flopped on his side unceremoniously. If it wasn’t for his laptop currently resting on top of his thighs, Ivan would’ve probably put himself in there.
“What do you want?” Till finally caved in, teal eyes meeting up with Ivan’s dark ones, still suspecting the other wanted something else than just ‘going out’.
At his question, Ivan’s gaze darkened slightly, a smile that seemed like he had nothing good planned for him. “You’re too stressed, let me help you unwind a little.”
Till really, really shouldn’t take any distractions considering he had delayed his art project long enough, but the idea of letting go was too tempting to pass. He had no idea what Ivan had in mind though; unwinding for him could either mean going out on a cute date or making Till suffer in bed. There was no in between.
He quickly regretted not rejecting the offer as soon as he saw what Ivan had on his hands.
“There’s no way that’s gonna fit!” He screeched, backing off until his back hit the headboard of the bed.
What Ivan had in his hands was a dildo. One of those expensive fantasy dildos with ridges and a knot at the base. Yes, Till could take Ivan’s stupidly big dick and some fingers at the same time, but he had his limits, and he was sure as hell he couldn’t fit that whole toy inside him.
"You can take it," Ivan said. It wasn't a question, and Till knew this meant he was serious about making him fit that thing inside.
Ivan looked at Till's bare thighs, the flimsy shorts already having rolled up, realizing Till wasn't wearing any underwear. He tugged at it, pulling it up and causing the seam inside to catch between Till's folds, rubbing against his clit roughly.
"Not wearing anything underneath… were you expecting something like this to happen?" Ivan chuckled, captivated with the way the shorts pulled at his cunt, slick already wetting the fabric.
"No! I just-" Till interrupted himself at feeling Ivan prod at his entrance, clenching unconsciously in anticipation. Ivan didn't even bother on removing his shorts, pulling them to the side to push two fingers inside Till's wet cunt. Till flinched, his expression furrowing at how hasty Ivan was being.
His free hand wandered under Till's shirt, touching the expanse of his tummy, going up to tug at a pierced nipple, pinching and rolling it on his fingers. Till bucked his hips; an embarrassing moan escaping him. His chest wasn't this sensitive before, he never even thought he would be the type to get so turned on by getting his nipples teased, but somehow Ivan managed to condition him into liking it.
Ivan took Till's shirt off, exposing his chest, one nipple already red and perky from the attention. He didn't waste any time and took into his mouth Till's other nipple, sucking on it like a man starved, his tongue playing with the metal piercing through his skin.
Till started shaking, rocking his hips back and forth in a pathetic attempt to get more friction inside his pussy, but Ivan seemed to have taken too much interest on his chest, focusing on licking and sucking as if milk would come out if he tried hard enough.
"S- stop that," Till grabbed Ivan's hair, pulling him off. Ivan licked his lips, breaking the thin thread of spit connecting his mouth to Till's swollen nipple.
He looked at him with pleading eyes. "Aw but Till, how will you breastfeed if you don't get used to it?"
Till flushed. "Move—"
"Come on, just a little more," Ivan didn't let him finish, immediately latching into Till's rosy skin, ignoring the sting on his scalp from Till pulling at his hair in response.
Till felt the heat pooling on his stomach rapidly increase. Ivan was downright moaning into his chest, like he was tasting heaven. As much as he hated to admit, he could feel his orgasm approaching just from that. He moved his hips faster, trying to fuck himself on Ivan's fingers. There was barely any friction; Ivan's digits were completely still inside him, like the asshole just forgot they were even there.
Ivan chuckled, amused by Till's attempt to feel something more inside him. He pushed a third finger in, going deeper, curling them and hitting directly against that spongy part that made Till always cry.
Till almost screamed at the pleasure spiking suddenly, and he clenched around Ivan, retaliating against the sudden stimulation. His eyes watered; his pussy felt so neglected the sudden pressure was too much, and Ivan's constant sucking and rough licks made his nipples sensitive, bordering on painful.
A particularly sharp suck paired with the stretch of three fingers pressing exactly on that spot was enough to break him apart, his orgasm washing over him. Till could only cling to Ivan, legs trying to close. He thrashed against him, his climax getting painfully prolongued by Ivan fucking his fingers into him, not stopping even when his hips twitched as he tried to squirm away.
"S- stop I already came," He almost sobbed.
Ivan, mercifully, stilled his fingers and pulled them out slowly, slick coating almost the entirety of his hand. He brought it up, licking clean whatever remains of Till's fluids were on him.
He looked down, admiring the way Till was flushed all over, how his puffy nipples were an angry red and his clit was swollen, begging for attention. He wanted to ravish him.
"My poor Till, so pent up you only came from your tits," Ivan cooed, kneading gently the soft skin of his chest. Till whined in response, embarrassment flooding him.
Ivan took the dildo that was beside him, and Till felt a spike of anxiety.
"Wait waitwait—"
Ivan looked at him innocently, as if he wasn't trying to make Till into a size queen. "Yes?"
Till didn't even know what he was going to say, he was just, nervous? Aroused and scared? "Nothing just... use lube..." He murmured, lifting his hips to get rid of his shorts.
Ivan laughed at that. "What do you take me for?"
He coated the toy in lube, probably more than necessary because Ivan was a pervert that once said he liked the sounds and mess it made against Till's skin. He was awful. He positioned it against Till's cunt and slowly pushed the head in; and even if Till was more relaxed after one orgasm, it still felt like a challenge to manage that thing inside him.
"Relax, stop clenching," Ivan said into his ear, insistently thrusting the dildo despite Till's resistance.
Till let out a loud exhale after he felt the dildo settle deep inside him. It was a little difficult, kind of felt like the girth of three of Ivan's fingers. He heard Ivan's low chuckle against his ear, and he couldn't understand what was so amusing to him.
"Look down," Was all he said.
Till, confused, looked between his legs, and almost whimpered in distress at seeing how much was left of the dildo despite how full he already felt.
Ivan pulled the toy slightly only to shove it back harshly, causing a startled moan to escape Till from the sudden burn on his stretched hole mixed with the pleasure of his g-spot being hit. Ivan repeated the motion several times, as if he wanted to push past what Till was capable of taking; the dildo hitting him on that spongy part over and over again.
“Ivan please, please I can’t– I can’t, it hurts,” He babbled desperately, hips squirming under Ivan’s hold in a pathetic attempt to get out, his hands gripping and clawing at Ivan's wrists, trying to push him away.
His breath hitched at the sensation of being stretched open; the pleasure mixed with the pain was overwhelming and he couldn’t do anything else other than take it. He felt Ivan suck and lick at his neck softly, too tender and sweet compared to how his hand was moving.
"Can- can you be more gentle?" Till sobbed, seeing blurry from unshed tears.
Ivan chuckled. "But you like it when I do it like this," He was relentless; each thrust shoving the toy deeper into him despite the other's protests. It definitely felt more than just three fingers now.
"I don't!" Till felt his face flush, knowing damn well he was right. He liked the roughness in which Ivan handled him sometimes, mean and mocking, making him unable to think about anything else other than the cock pounding inside him.
Ivan pulled away from where he was nibbling and kissing at Till's neck and instead lowered down, his face inches away from Till's spread pussy, looking at it like it was something to be worshipped.
Till felt Ivan lick at his clit, causing him to jump slightly from the direct stimulation, pulling at his hair roughly in response. The fullness inside him paired with every flick of Ivan's tongue felt overwhelming. It was too much, too good, and it hurt.
"Hah— fuck! I- Ivan!" Till closed his legs around Ivan's head, trying to get him to slow down. Ivan, being the dick that he was, instead trapped Till's clit into his mouth, sucking on it.
Till almost screamed, his hands grasping at Ivan's hair even harder, back arching off the bed. The heat and wetness of Ivan's mouth while the dildo was thrusted into him almost forcefully, like he was trying to push the entirety of it in one go, was beginning to make the feeling on his tummy build rapidly.
"You're taking it so well," Ivan said, stopping his assault on Till's clit to watch the toy disappear inside of him, his pussy red and puffy from the abuse.
Till's face burned from humilliation at hearing such praise. He wasn't doing well at all, his whole body was shaking and he had pulled and scratched at Ivan from how intense the whole thing was. It felt like his praise was mocking him, and he almost started crying just from the loss of Ivan's mouth on him.
He was too delirious to even notice Ivan's intentions, his eyes clasped shut from both the embarrassment and pleasure. He felt Ivan put his legs on each side of his torso, his cock almost touching his lips. Till opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Ivan wear a smile, looking unfazed, like he wasn't having his way with him.
"Here, suck it," He didn't need to be told twice, his lips opened automatically after feeling Ivan nudge at them with the head of his cock. New tears formed in his eyes, and he felt himself clench around the toy stuffed inside him; the feeling of both his mouth and pussy being full made him dizzy.
He took the head first, sucking on the tip and then slowly taking more, moving up and down around Ivan's cock. He was never able to take all of him, trying to compensate by stroking where his mouth couldn't reach. He sighed at the feeling of Ivan's hands on his hair, petting him, only for the tender moment to be interrupted by Ivan suddenly thrusting all the way in, his hands gripping Till's hair roughly.
He gagged as Ivan hit the back of his throat, saliva and precum leaking from his mouth. His hands went right to Ivan's thighs, trying to get him to slow down for a moment. Ivan didn’t let him go, going faster, his rythm faltering and thrusts getting shorter.
Till was trying to breathe through his nose, but the brutal pace of the other was making him dizzy. His thighs rubbed against each other, slick and lube sticking to him and drenching the sheets beneath him. The rough treatment making him embarrassingly wet. He felt once again over the edge.
By the way Ivan's thrusts were getting shallower, it seemed like he also couldn't wait anymore and was already on the verge of coming, and Till would've made fun of him for how fast it was, but he couldn't really say anything with the way the other was treating him like his own personal fleshlight.
He flinched at the sudden spurt of hot cum emptying on his mouth. "Swallow it," Ivan groaned, gripping Till's head by his hair, making him stay flush against his navel despite the other's moans and tears. Till was shaking hard, clenching hard around the dildo stuffed inside him, his sounds muffled against Ivan. He smacked his palm against Ivan's clothed thigh, begging to be let go.
Ivan released his grip on him, his cock leaving his mouth, a mix of saliva and cum covering it. "You okay?" He asked, lifting Till's head up by the chin.
Till took a moment to respond, his mind was too unfocused, cloudy. He only answered once Ivan asked him again, nodding in agreement.
Ivan positioned himself between Till's legs again, parting his thighs once more. He looked at the bed sheets below him, noticing how much more wet it was and the way the toy was almost completely out, just the head inside.
"Did you cum untouched?" Ivan asked. Till didn't say anything, his response being covering his face with his arms. Ivan laughed. "See? You like being treated like this."
"Mmn, no—" Till mumbled, trying to close his legs.
Ivan thrusted the dildo in again, harshly. Till jolted. "You say no but look how wet you are," Till moaned loudly. "Should I always have my way with you like this then?"
Till shook his head, denying everything while feeling himself grow more wet, aroused at the idea of Ivan doing whatever he wants with him, of taking him whenever he wanted even if he protested.
He felt the knot prod at him, and he hiccuped at the sensation of being stretched open even more.
"Just the knot left, you can take it."
He pushed agonizingly slow, letting Till's hole adapt to the girth of the knot. He pulled it out slightly, only to thrust it partially once more. He repeated the motion several times; in and out, in and out, his cunt getting progressively more loose each time it was pushed in.
"S-stop it Ivan! Please pleaseplease it feels weird," Till wailed, tears rolling down his cheeks. He fisted the pillow beneath him, trying to get some sort of relief over the overwhelming mix of pain-pleasure. The head of the dildo hit his cervix several times, and he couldn't understand how he was supposed to take more.
After some more shallow thrusts, there was a lewd 'pop' sound and he sobbed loudly once he felt the entirety of the knot go inside him. He faintly heard Ivan say something, but couldn't even make out what.
Pleasure assaulted his senses, and he slammed his head against the pillow, thighs trembling uncontrollably. He didn't know what Ivan was hitting there, but it felt different to any of his other orgasms, it was intense, building rapidly from deep inside, pulling punched out moans from him every single time Ivan moved the toy and hit that spot.
It felt like his brain was mush, the stretch and girth of the toy making him feel full to the brim, his cunt spread and loose. He had never felt like this before.
"P-please I'm—'m gonna pee," Till cried at the embarrassing admission. He tried closing his legs, moving away from Ivan, lifting himself up by his elbows and twisting his body to leverage himself and pull away. But Ivan was relentless, and in a swift motion, Till found himself face first with the pillow, his face almost smothered by the way Ivan was holding his head down with one hand.
Ivan grabbed another pillow and put it beneath Till's pelvis, causing him to arch his back, now basically having his face down and ass up, completely stretched open for Ivan to see and use however he pleased.
Even after how much it took Till to fit the knot in the first place, Ivan pulled it out with a loud squelch as if it was nothing, and Till whined loudly at the sudden loss. He would look back if it wasn't for the fact that Ivan had him still pinned, but the unexpected action had him clenching around nothing in anticipation.
Ivan let his fingers trace around his gaping pussy, digging into the wet heat easily. "You're so loose now, my fist probably fits inside with no problem," Till whimpered at the idea of being fucked in such a way.
He felt Ivan dig four fingers into him simultaneously, and his heart started racing as soon as he realized Ivan was trying to lodge his thumb alongside too, pushing deeper. It was humilliating, to be so loose his boyfriend could easily put his fist inside his cunt without any difficulty.
Till clenched around Ivan, and he shivered while feeling the ridges of his knuckles drag against his soft walls. Even if his pussy had been stretched wide, Ivan's hand was big, probably slightly bigger than the knot, and the feeling of his fingers moving inside him compared to the silicone was entirely different.
Ivan's hand finally left Till's head, opting instead to put it right on his lower abdomen, growing excited at the way Till's skin stretched and bulged to accomodate his fist. He pressed ever so slightly, causing Till to wail, seizing beneath him.
"I can't— please! Ivan…" He cried as he felt Ivan push further with a squelch, his entire hand disappearing inside until reaching his wrist. He was so wet, it made him embarrassed to hear his own arousal, the sound of his slick dripping and getting pushed into him over and over again was too obscene.
"What? Don't tell me you're really going to wet yourself?" Ivan laughed meanly.
Till hiccuped, humilliation burning through him. It was inevitable, the feeling kept increasing from the added pressure on his bladder because of the hand bullying it's way inside him. It didn't really hurt anymore, but it was too much.
"Fuck— Iv—" Till muffled his voice against his arm by biting it, trying to supress the shaky groan that escaped from him as he felt Ivan press more into him and for his muscles to give out, pissing himself in the process.
He started fully crying as soon as Ivan started moving faster, pushing his hand in and out of Till's gaping pussy while spurts of urine leaked from him, wetting the inside of his thighs and drenching the pillow beneath.
"Cute," Ivan cooed, clearly satisfied with the outcome. "Come for me again, yeah?"
"Hnn! No- I- I—" He was unable to speak, his words failing him, a stream of moans falling from his lips instead. Ivan didn't stop, and as soon as Till finished pissing, he felt his orgasm hit him with an intensity he had never felt before, leaving him hiccuping.
His body went taut once again, toes curling, and he unconsiously tried to back away from Ivan due to the onslaught of sensations. Pleasure coursed through him like electricity and his eyes rolled back, his hands clenching into fists against the bedsheets.
After what felt like an eternity, the feeling subsided, and his body went lax. He finally felt Ivan pull his fist out, and he looked back as he heard Ivan pant and moan behind him, seeing him frantically stroking himself with the soaked hand that was inside of his cunt just seconds ago.
Ivan quickly finished with a loud moan, clearly affected by the sight of Till's debauched state, his cum landing on his pussy. He unvoluntarily whined, mourning the fact that Ivan didn't cum inside. After feeling so full moments ago, he couldn't help but clench around the empty space, almost wishing Ivan had plugged him with something.
Till faintly heard the snap of a camera, but his whole body felt too weak and tired to think about confronting Ivan about it, so he let it slide, allowing himself to drift even further into a more relaxed state, falling asleep as he felt Ivan carefully arrange his body to his back, cleaning him gently.
Till opened his eyes and glared at the rays of sun that were hitting his face directly. It was already morning, and he felt considerably lighter after so many days of constant stress.
Ivan was hugging him from behind. He was in his pajamas, and Till was still very much naked, which just made him remember how embarrassing it was for Ivan to had been fully clothed last night meanwhile he was bare.
He tried to get out, but Ivan just gripped him tighter, and he heard him murmur something against his back. "See? Told you I would help you unwind."
"You are awful."
"You liked it," Ivan said with a smug smile, and Till resisted the urge to choke him, because he knew Ivan was right. "You slept for the whole night, you're welcome."
"My pussy is sore," Till complained.
"Should I massage it?"
Till considered smothering him with a pillow, but Ivan being the pervert he was, would probably get hard if Till tried to kill him, and he didn't want to deal with that so early in the morning, so he just opted on ignoring him.
It was still early, so Till decided he could stay in bed with Ivan for a while and deal with the consequences of his procrastination later. "If I fail it's your fault and you will have to take responsability."
"I have already said you should stop studying and live as my housewife but you keep protesting," Ivan sighed. "Maybe I should just kidnap you."
"Yeah, sure," Till scoffed, his cheeks feeling warm.
To any other person it would be insane, but Till actually considered Ivan's offer in the past, and to this day he was still thinking about it, even if it was just a joke from his boyfriend's part. He didn't want to admit how weak he was for Ivan's weird advances.
"…Would you actually kidnap me though?" Till said after a while, turning his head back to look at him.
Ivan smiled with a glint in his eyes.
"Can I?"