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To start off, this isn’t some sort of elaborately disguised jealousy against her girlfriend’s lifestyle, okay? Don’t get Till wrong, she loves being on the sidelines, away from vying eyes, and even more than that, she adores her girlfriend, okay!
But the dilemma she’s currently facing is that her wonderful girlfriend lives the complete opposite life.
Till’s girlfriend is kind of a big deal.
Like, a crazy massive huge deal, regardless of how humble Ivan tries to be about her ‘only a few thousand followers—’, which mind you, equates to almost one-hundred-thousand followers on Instagram. Not that it isn’t deserved, of course! Ivan is incredibly successful and for good reason, too– being a model, an honours student studying astrophysics, and on the football team all at once is warranted to gain some attention—
But, the complete hoard of people crowding around her after their most recent home game was way too much, in Till’s humble opinion. Could these idiots not see the palpable discomfort on her stupid girlfriend’s ridiculously pretty face (how does one even look like that after spending their afternoon tackling sweaty people??), like c’mon, give a girl some space! They were supposed to go out for a beautiful candle-lit steak dinner later today, mind you, and now Till’s plans on pampering Ivan with a bubble bath, a shoulder massage, and a hair mask are getting hindered!
And if that wasn’t enough, alongside the pathetically large bitemark Till left on her this morning peeking through her uniform, there were people shamelessly flirting with her girlfriend?!!!
Not that Till’s worried in any way, she’s certain Ivan would rather gouge out her own eyes and fling herself off the nearest skyscraper than ever entertain someone else' s advances if they weren’t from Till herself, but a girl can be jealous, okay? Till is not the bad guy in this situation for practically writhing in agony behind an inconspicuous pillar close to the field.
Till’s girlfriend is also a pathetic loser and Till wants her carnally.
Which is the short-story-turned-long on how they found themselves in this predicament.
Crammed together in an inconspicuous gap between the lockers in the locker room after Ivan’s football practice ended, Ivan’s back pressed up against the cold metal, slouched in an imitation of a wall sit, head lolling forward onto Till’s shoulder, breath heavy and panting. Her thighs are shaking uncontrollably on either side of the leg Till shoved between Ivan’s, pressing against Ivan’s pooling arousal. Her shorts are bunched around her ankles, stained in spots with various liquids, her panties— yes, her hot girlfriend wears sexy panties because she hates Till— stuck higher up on her calves, holding Till’s leg in place as she watches Ivan rut desperately against the rough denim of her skinny jeans.
The locker room had finally gone quiet, the noise from the game fading into distant echoes beyond the door. Till had camped out outside the locker room immediately after team ANAKT had scored the winning play, getting some odd looks thrown in her direction, but she didn’t care. She’s a woman on a mission, okay?
Till had caught Ivan’s wrist as she made her way out of the room, the other hand toweling at her sweat-soaked hair, presumably to look for Till. “Wait.”
Her girlfriend turned, smiling knowingly, eyes sparkling in that beautiful way which never fails to make Till’s knees wobbly. “What?”
Instead of answering, she stepped closer and kissed her.
It started soft—almost hesitant—but the smile between them quickly disappeared as they leaned into each other. Ivan’s hands settled gently at her waist, pulling her closer, while she laughed quietly against her lips.
“You're distracting me, Tilly, I need to go get my things.” her girlfriend whispered.
“Good. And besides, you’re the one who's walking out.”
Another kiss. Then another, slower this time, until neither of them seemed particularly interested in remembering why they'd come into the locker room in the first place.
Ivan brushed a strand of hair away from her face, their foreheads touching.
“Door's locked, right?”
Till glanced toward it. Peeking a bit past to ensure the hallway was empty.
Then back at her.
“...Probably.”
And then eventually—
“Till— Till, please,” She cuts herself off with an aborted moan, hips gyrating back and forth against Till’s leg, breaths hot and heavy into Till’s neck, nosing at the skin there, drool pooling under her tongue. “Need you—need you….”
Ivan reaches down, grip shaky as she clasps a trembling hand around Till’s, dragging her hand towards Ivan’s cunt. “Need you here, please?”
Fuuuuck.
There goes Till’s attempt at staying mad at Ivan.
When she mashes their faces together, free hand finding its way into Ivan’s unruly hair and pulling, the other pinching harshly at Ivan’s engorged clit, she grins meanly into the sticky feeling of pomegranate lip gloss.
God, Till loves this woman so much.
“Till,” Ivan murmurs into her mouth, voice impossibly wrecked. She hums in response, questioning, while she moves down to mouth hungrily at Ivan’s jawline. Stupid Ivan and her angled features. “Can I lick your armpits?”
Okay, scratch that, Till fucking hates Ivan, she hopes Ivan knows that too, but judging from the budding smirk on the other’s face, that little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. Ivan bucks upward into Till’s open palm, eyes crinkled, expression inviting, and Till is hopeless.
She kisses Ivan again, because she can, and her hand moves from Ivan’s hair down to her sweat-soaked tank top, reveling in the ability of being able to actually hold and cherish Ivan as her own. Internally, she cheers in victory. Till 1 - Random-NPCS-undeserving-of-even-looking-at-Ivan 0!
She’s breathless when Ivan pulls her back in, kissing her like neither of them had any intention of stopping.
She was already breathless when her girlfriend pulled her back in, kissing her like neither of them had any intention of stopping.
Till’s hands found her waist automatically, holding her close as they shifted against the lockers, their kisses growing slower and more heated. Every time they separated for air, they barely made it a second before leaning back in. Eventually, Till leaned back, head propped up against the locker behind her, admiring Ivan.
She can’t help it! Ivan’s so stupidly perfect, unintentionally endearing with that dumb snaggletooth and lop-sided smile she reserves only for Till.
“You're staring,” Ivan murmurs against her lips, words slightly slurred.
“Can't help it.”
That earned her another kiss. Till bites at Ivan’s swollen bottom lip, slipping her fingers under Ivan’s top, tracing her ribs. Ivan shivers, arms tightening around her, hips gyrating back and forth against her jeans again. The teasing grin she'd had moments ago was completely gone now.
“Can we keep going?” Till asks.
Ivan nods. “H-home— At home.” Something giddy fills Till entirely when Ivan refers to his apartment as home. She kisses Ivan again, helpless.
The bubble bath and dinner can wait.