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Till belonged under the spotlights.
Before she even fully joined a proper band, before she ever practiced with others, before any of it was even an idea in her mind, Ivan knew it was what she was made for.
Till was enamored by music in a way that was utterly captivating, she had been since she was little. Her eyes sparkled when she picked up her guitar, she'd practice for hours and hours, until her fingers went numb and her forearms were stiff with tension. She was radiant when she finally mastered a new song, when she composed, when she scribbled lyrics and beats on the margins of her notes in class. Music seemed to flow from her, to thrum in her veins, and by god, when she sang, when she sang everything in the world seemed to disappear, fold around her, a tiny universe where the only thing that mattered was her voice, her passion, her soul, like exposed a raw nerve ending, put on display, the most beautiful part of her, it was like a gift.
To say Ivan was the first and probably one of the most avid fans of Unknown Cure would be a complete understatement. From the first time Till mentioned the possibility of making the jam sessions with their seniors into a proper band, Ivan was nothing but encouraging. She attended their practices all the time, when allowed, and usually brought some textbooks and notes to rummage through in the corner as they played. The only person who rivaled her devotion in any way was Luka, for very similar reasons, and they were habitual bystanders in both practice and small jobs, when those began to come in.
The first time Till stepped foot on a stage, she was nothing short of mesmerizing.
She'd been nervous and jittery, but even then the energy flowing through her was indescribable. And ever since their first few showcases, UC had started to slowly but surely carve a name for themselves in the community. Most people on campus had at least heard of them, especially since they usually played on the bars students attended on weekends, and it didn't take long for more opportunities to start flooding in.
Today was their biggest show yet. For the first time, the band wasn't just hired for a small gig at a college bar, no, they were one of the main attractions in a proper venue with other well known local bands. They were allowed a few songs in between other performances, and Ivan had been buzzing with energy for over an hour now as the two first bands did their performances.
She'd luckily dressed comfortable for the occasion, knowing it'd be a while before her girlfriend was called up. Since the venue was big, and they were in the middle of Autumn, not even the suffocating feeling of the people crowding around her was enough to keep her warm, so Ivan had borrowed one of Till's leather jackets. It was too small for her bigger frame, so she couldn't zip it up properly, leaving it opened to frame the deep V cut of her crimson undershirt. She wanted to show off a little tonight, and it was a rock concert after all, so despite picking a decently conservative flowy skirt that reached just above her knees, Ivan had taken the time to wear one of her leather body harnesses under the jacket to match. It wasn't her most elaborate one, just plain black straps that wrapped over there shoulders, going twice around her torso just beneath her breasts, somehow making them pop even more.
Though she did wear it over her clothes in her nights out, she mostly remembered having it on with nothing underneath as Till fucked her into the bed a few months ago. It had been a pretty eventful night, and, as it turns out, Till did enjoy seeing her in leather both in and out of the bedroom. Of course, Ivan had promptly ordered in some other pieces like that after that day, though unfortunately most of them she couldn't wear outside.
Distracted by those thoughts, Ivan's attention only snapped back to the present when she realized Unknown Cure was already stepping into the stage.
The band was composed of five members. Hyuna was the leader, and main vocalist, a tall, handsome man with the most energetic and charming smile. Hyunwoo, his twin sister, usually came up right behind, similarly cheery and equally as tall, the bassist of the group. Till was next, fixing her microphone at her ear, carrying her electric guitar -affectionately named Freddie- on her free hand. Behind her were Isaac, who worked the keyboard, and Dewey, the drummer.
Ivan used the time they took to set up and do their introduction to get as close as possible to them, pushing past screaming fans and thrashing bodies impatiently until she reached the edge of the stage.
The first song they played was All-In, a fan favorite, and a duet between Hyuna and Till. The energetic beat and passionate melody got the crowd pumped up instantly, they sang and weaved around each other flawlessly, a back and forth of choreo and enthusiasm that bewitched the spectators, who were singing along to each beat. It was impressive, really, how many fans UC had conquered in barely five months of performances, and Ivan felt like she was under the same spell as she watched them.
After, they transitioned into Unknown (Till the End), which was one of Till's originals and a solo, so it was Till's time to shine, and by God, did she deliver.
The moment the lyrics started, the room was all hers. Till took over all stage presence, coming to the forefront, enthusiastic and devoted in a way that was solely hers. Till had the reputation of being the rebel of the group, always dressed in darker colors, with electrifying solos full of personality. She was versatile both as a guitarrist and a singer, and always made the most of teh attention when she performed solo. No show was like the other, her delivery always unpredictable and fitting whatever mood she was into, leaving dans guessing only to supercede their expectations every time.
Needless to say, Ivan was utterly enthralled by her and it didn't help that Till looked absolutely stunning today.
She was wearing a fitted black tanktop beneath a neon green, sheer top with a deep cut on the sides. For bottoms, she had a dark, tight miniskirt with a silver chain hanging off the side. Her beautiful thighs were wrapped in black fishnets, and she had a set of knee high, chunky leather boots. Deep rouge lipstick, black mascara framing her magnetizing teal gaze, she glowed under the bright lights, radiant, taking over the stage like she owned it.
Ivan was barely breathing, eyes glued to her as she moved, following each bead of sweat that clumped over her brow, biting her lip when she moved to slick her soaked bands from her forehead. Everything she did, every movement, every curl of those painted lips around the notes, every time those eyes skidded over the crowd to linger on her, to stick to Ivan like honey, like a magnet, and the tiniest upticks of her mouths as she did. Till was temptation incarnate, and she was Ivan's, all hers, and the mere knowledge had the older girl's head spinning.
As she sang the closing lines to the last song, Blink Gone, another duet, Till lowered herself to sit on her ankles, guitar proper over her knee as she strummed the strings masterfully, the many rings over her fingers glistening under the spotlights. Her mini skirt tightened around her hips, hiking up sinfully, and Ivan just knew that if she opened her legs the smallest bit the whole crowd would've gotten a perfect view of her pussy.
Till would never do that, she had some sense, but the fact that she could alone was driving Ivan crazy. She wondered what underwear she'd picked to wear tonight, if she had one on at all. God, the idea had her burning up, as unlikely as it was, just thinking Till might have nothing underneath but those horrid fishnets was making Ivan impossibly wet already, she wanted to eat her alive.
Just a little more, she reminded herself, thighs rubbing together impatiently as the heat flared in her venter.
Ivan had pulled some strings behind the scenes for this show, making her face and name known to a couple strategic staff members. She'd usually never resort to using her family status, but some opportunities really couldn't be passed up on, and today was absolutely one of those. Till had been so, so excited about tonight, babbling about it for weeks, and Ivan intended to mark the occasion as much as her sweet girlfriend deserved.
She waited until the band closed up their set, thanking everyone for the support, finishing their bows and doing the small publicity they usually did for the new fans before starting to wrap up.
Truly, the show had been absolutely flawless, and despite Till's prior nervousness, she'd absolutely gotten into her element and given what was probably their best performance thus far. Sure, the rest of the members had also done great, but truthfully Ivan hadn't paid much attention to anything that wasn't Till -not that anybody could blame her.
The second the members started walking off stage, Ivan was on the move, weaving through the crowd to the employees only side door. She'd gotten acquainted enough with the backstage layout from a prior visit she'd made to speak to the managers of the event, and she knew exactly where to wait for her.
She quickly stepped into the corner of one of the secluded hallways connected to the main corridor, which branched off into the bands' dressing rooms. It was a narrow, dark passage filled with odds spare equipments and parts, just out of sight from where people were actually coming and going. It was perfect, and she could barely contain her excitement, heart going a mile a minute as she focused on listening in for their arrival.
Like clockwork, she heard the voices of the members echoing off the narrow walls, coming closer. Hyuna, then Hyunwoo, followed by Isaac and Dewey, all excitedly gushing over the attendance, the acoustics of the place, both congratulating and needling each other about their presentation, Ivan barely listening to the details of their comments.
Till had the habit of being the last to step off stage, which she'd once admitted happened because she was usually a little faint on her knees with the adrenaline comedown. It was absolutely adorable, and a factoid that'd serve them tonight wonderfully.
The moment she caught onto Till's footsteps approaching the corner, a little behind the group, Ivan plastered herself to the wall, and in a second she was snatching Till by the arm and pulling her into the shadows.
Knowing her, Ivan immediately clutched a hand to Till's mouth, muffling the involuntary yelp she let out as her body was slammed into the nearest wall. Ivan was quick to steady the guitar on her own free hand when it slipped out of Till's sweaty palm, taking it and setting it on the floor beside them.
Till, alarmed, moved to try to hit her by instinct, but barely it lasted two seconds, wide teal eyes snapping to Ivan's face and sparkling with recognition even in the low light surrounded them. As soon as she stopped struggling, Ivan took her hand off her mouth to replace it with her lips.
She kissed Till raggedly, tongue pushing past her teeth and desperately licking into her mouth, groaning in satisfaction at the electric glide of muscle, the familiar taste and feeling of her girlfriend's perfect body. Till's head knocked hard into the wall behind her, forcibly tipped up by Ivan's intensity, gasping from the impact and the sheer hunger of Ivan taking over her mouth.
Ivan was admittedly a bit unhinged at the moment, not giving her a minute to process anything, pinning Till hard and stealing the breath from her expertly. They'd been together for long enough that Ivan knew exactly how to kiss her, how her girlfriend was weak for deep, heavy kisses, how her knees wobbled when Ivan forced her into submission with her mouth alone, bullying Till into a heady pace of desire that both commanded and overwhelmed her at the same time.
Still high on her performance, on the fact that Ivan was devouring the very person who'd had a whole venue drooling over her not even five minutes ago, Ivan was relentless. She had her hands were all over Till, nails sinking into the cushy give of her hips right above the waist of her skirt, palms sliding around her lower back beneath her black shirt, delighted by the thrumming heat of her body and the sheen of sweat covering her whole.
Till seemed completely overpowered by her want, hands reflexively clutching Ivan's shoulders tight like she couldn't remember if she meant to push her away or pull her closer, spine curling off the wall to press their bodies flush together from their knees to their mouths.
The second she got her bearings, though, taken by a flash of lucidity, Till tried to shove her back.
"Hngh- Ivan-! Are you- Ah!" Unsatisfied for not having her lips anymore, Ivan had immediately attacked her neck, licking over her pulse and tasting the salty tang of her skin, "Have you lost your goddamn mind?!"
Ivan whined against her, grazing her teeth over the lean tendons, breathing hard.
"Till, god, you looked so perfect up there, couldn't take my eyes off of you, you did so well, wanted to kiss you so bad-"
Till turned her head to the side at her touches, which seemed like both avoidance and encouragement to Ivan, as it exposed the line of her shoulder for her to kiss and suck at, which she promptly did. Till squirmed, hands tightening and relaxing their grip, a tiny sound of protest evading her mouth.
"Was that reason enough to snatch me like this?! The band-"
Ivan cut her off with a hard bite on the side of her neck, digging her teeth and suckling over it, intent to bruise, and Till choked.
"The show is done, it's fine, just let me-" She pleaded, hands flat on her abdomen over her shirt, traveling up so she could cup her small breasts and squeeze.
Till instantly brought a hand to her mouth to muffle a whimper, all too sensitive, and Ivan took it as cue to worship her as much as possible. Hands caressing the curves of her chest, thumbs rolling onto the fabric over her nipples, lips trailing endless kisses over every exposed patch of skin she could find.
The holy body Ivan had been salivating over for what felt like hours, made solid and alive under her hands, it was always the most absurd feeling. After years of watching her from afar, after so many times of seeing her perform, Till, her guiding star, had a way of feeling so deeply unreachable. She seemed untouched, unreal, when she sang, when she allowed herself to be submerged in her passion; an idol, something so far removed from real life it was like she only existed as a dream, a vision of something so much bigger and more precious than Ivan even had the capacity to understand.
And yet-
Here, she was real, she was warm, she was corporeal and flustered and so, so full of life. She felt heavenly, every curve, every rapid breath tickling at Ivan's hair, every small sound she desperately tried to hold back. Curled up tight into her, writhing, pliant under Ivan's touch. She was perfect, so, so perfect.
Ivan slipped a leg between Till's as her hands groped her chest, squishing her perky tits over her shirt, groaning at the softness, the sensation alone making her burn even hotter. She wanted them on her mouth so bad, but Till had too many layers on and she was too impatient to strip her down right now.
Redirecting her attention, she fastened her hands around Till's hips again, forcefully manhandling her body to grind hard down into her knee.
Till's head collapsed forward, her teeth clasping into the fabric of Ivan's shirt over her shoulder as she almost screamed. Pain prickled over Ivan's muscles deliciously, and she hummed appreciatively into her, guiding her back and forth fully with her grip.
Ivan was so glad she chose to wear a skirt today, because she could feel Till perfectly on her skin, the space between her legs wet and hot like a furnace, soaked with sweat and slick. Till let out a strained mewl as she circled her knee up into her, slumping over, hips mindlessly rutting onto the pressure without thinking, seeking more, and by God, there was nothing Ivan wanted but to give it to her.
Self control snapping, Ivan pushed Till's arms away from her, taking a half step back. Her girlfriend seemed almost startled to lose the contact, instinctively leaning forward to seek it again.
"What're you-" Till's voice gave out the second Ivan dropped to her knees in front of her, unceremoniously fiddling with her belt, and instantly her hands gripped Ivan's wrists tight, yanking them away, "You can't be serious- We're- Someone could walk by!"
"Yeah?" Too riled up to care, Ivan freed her hands and decided to yank her mini skirt up instead, revealing her dark panties. She knew this set, navy blue satin, the sides worked in a sheer lacy pattern where it hugged her hips, "Walk by and what? See you get eaten out by your girlfriend? Come on, Till, what's so bad about that?"
It was a taunt, but Ivan was also genuinely too horny to care about being caught right now, too fixated on the idea of tasting Till's sweet pussy over the soaked fabric. Till, though, seemed more concerned about it than her, squeaking indignantly at her question.
"Everything, you brainless pervert!"
Ivan's head was fuzzy, eyes fixated on the plump mound of her cunt in front of her face, hands smoothing over her inner thighs to spread them apart and oh, oh, the gusset of her panties was soaked through. She could barely remember they were technically having a conversation right now, saliva flooding her mouth in anticipation.
"People can't see this spot from the hallway. They'll only even know someone's here if you're noisy." She said, leaning in to nuzzle against the elastic that curled at the juncture of her thighs, smelling the musky, thrilling scent of her arousal, "You can be quiet, can't you, baby?"
Till tsked above her, hands finding their rightful place in Ivan's hair, and just the fact that she wasn't being kicked away like a misbehaving pet was enough incentive for Ivan to know she was into it.
"You're deranged-" Till whispered in that chiding tone she used when she wanted to scold Ivan, but was too taken by her to actually sound stern.
Ivan grinned, flitting her eyes up to look at her one last time before dragging her tongue flat over her center. They both groaned together, Till's legs spreading further, Ivan's mouth watering more, she tasted so, so good, every time. Ivan wished she could bottle it up and take it everywhere, wished she could spend hours drinking from her nonstop, wished she could wake up every morning with a mouthful of pussy on her face, wished- wished-
Ivan was lapping into her desperately, her arms curling around Till's hips to keep her right where she wanted her. She kissed over the fabric, from the band of her panties, down, down, over her clit, against her drenched hole, then sucked right there, dipping in her tongue and swallowing her slick like she was parched for it.
Till convulsed against her, a hand tightening in her scalp, the other helplessly returning to her mouth as she whined again, so strung up Ivan could feel her limbs straining with it.
"Fuck- Stop teasing, we don't have time for this!"
"Are you sure? You're so wet it's almost like you enjoy the risk of being seen like this." Ivan huffed, lightly grazing her teeth over the swell of her clit, and Till pulled her hair in response.
"I fucking mean it, don't drag it out."
Ivan would love to drag it out, she really would, but in a way Till was right. The night still held too much promise for her to spend too much time here, so she decided it was in their best interest to speed things along.
Taking one final moment to appreciate the view, Ivan drew back a little, staring at the fabric and the crisscross of black overlaying it. Not even stopping to think twice, Ivan tore a massive hole in the fishnets with her hands.
"You asshole! They were new!" Till whisper shouted at her, irritated.
"I'll buy you twenty more, fuck-" She pushed her panties to the side to see her properly, mesmerized by the sight of her bare, so wet the silver hair of her pussy was glistening with it, "I'll buy you a hundred more and tear each one of those off of you too."
The second she spoke her last word Ivan was sinking into her, hungry mouth licking into the soft outer lips. It was so much better like this, feeling the texture of hair, the scent of her skin, the give under her tongue. Till spread her legs more immediately, letting Ivan's hands hold her opened as she finally sealed her lips over her hole.
The reaction was a prompt, full body shudder Ivan could feel all over. She circled the tip of her tongue there, soft, just a little, and Till squirmed like she wanted to force her to get on with it. Ivan was giddy to realize how worked up she was already, and it must have something to do with the show and the high from it, but having Till this needy was making Ivan's sense vanish more and more by the second.
Ivan rubbed her face into her, smearing her lips across her drenched center, relishing the softness and shape onto her mouth for a moment before sinking her tongue inside. Till was so, so warm, her hips twitched against her to accommodate the intrusion, and Ivan fucked in and out just like that, curling her tongue against her walls, licking up to tease her clit before dragging back down and starting over.
The rhythm was constant and intense enough that she knew Till was getting close after barely five minutes of it, slumping back against the wall as strained little sounds echoed between the narrow walls around them.
"Shit, shit, shit-" Till was biting her lips, heaving as she watched Ivan intensely, barely blinking as her girlfriend made a show of linking their eyes before sucking her clit again, "I hate how good you are at this."
"I could die here." Ivan babbled, feverish under her gaze, "Come on, just a little, suffocate me with your thighs-" She begged, dark eyes blown with need.
"There's something seriously wrong with your head." Till complained, even as she moved to obey her.
Till's hand clenched in her hair and shoved Ivan's face deep into her pussy, legs closing up around her head and trapping her there.
Ivan felt drunk on her, breathless, drooling like a dog against her chubby folds, pushing her tongue into the snug slit to grind it tight against her clit. She couldn't breathe, she didn't care to, completely blissed out, Till tasted so good, she smelled so good, all soft, so pretty, her whines becoming muffled by the legs pressed over Ivan's ears. Ivan felt her eyes rolling back, her pussy aching so much she had to squeeze her own things together on the floor. She wouldn't be surprised if she'd soaked through her underwear and undershorts already, it felt like she'd been edging herself for hours.
Till's hips started to move on their own, directing her mouth wherever she wanted, holding Ivan's head so hard she couldn't move it even if she wanted to.
"'van- I'm gonna cum- Don't stop-" She pleaded helplessly, getting more and more agitated as she got close.
Ivan immediately zeroed into her clit, flickering it with the tip of her tongue hard and fast, following the swaying of her body. The hands at her hair tightened even more, Ivan was lightheaded from the pain and lack of oxygen, whimpering into her as Till came apart. She did so beautifully, humping into Ivan's mouth, pulling her hair, smothering her completely against her cunt as she made a mess of her face.
Ivan had to tap out eventually, Till still frozen with the aftershocks of her orgasm as her lungs started to ache, and she lightly slapped her side three times to get her attention. The hand on Ivan's hair came loose, Till's legs spreading again and relaxing, leaving enough space for Ivan to lean back and take a proper breath.
"You're fucking insane for this." Till heaved out, but her eyes were bright and blown in the half light of the hallway, too honest even when she wanted to fake any composure.
"And you loved it." Ivan smirked, fixing Till's ruined panties back and pulled her skirt down so she was decently covered again, "We're not done yet though, I still have a couple surprises for you tonight."
"You genuinely terrify me sometimes." Till hummed, offering a hand and helping Ivan get up from the floor.
Still grinning, the older girl pulled her by the wrist, a conspiratorial tone curling over her words as she whispered.
"Follow me."