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The locker room was loud in the way it always was before practice: lockers slamming, cleats scraping the tile floor, someone’s speaker blasting a song that kept cutting out every few seconds.
Jackie sat on the bench in front of her locker, tying her cleats with quick, neat motions. She kept glancing toward the door, waiting for the last few girls to get changed.
Captain meant keeping things moving.
“Tai,” Van called across the room, half inside her locker. “If you slide tackle me again today I’m filing a complaint.”
Taissa didn’t look up from tightening her ponytail. “Maybe try staying on your feet.”
“Maybe try not committing felonies on the field.”
Natalie snorted from the corner bench.
Jackie smiled faintly, shaking her head.
Then the locker room door swung open.
You walked in like you had no interest in being there.
You were still shrugging your jacket off, your duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Taller than most of the team, broader too, moving with that loose, unbothered confidence that Jackie found extremely irritating.
And unfairly noticeable.
You dropped your bag onto the bench with a heavy thud.
Jackie didn’t look up right away.
“Nice of you to join us,” she said.
You paused halfway through pulling your jersey over your head.
“It’s five minutes before practice.”
Jackie looked up now.
“You’re late.”
“You’re early.”
Van made a quiet oooh sound under her breath.
Jackie stood up slowly, crossing her arms.
“Captains expect people to be on time.”
You tugged the jersey down over your shoulders, unimpressed. “You’re not the coach.”
“No,” Jackie said sweetly. “But I am the one who decides who starts.”
Natalie’s lighter clicked.
“Jesus,” she muttered.
You stepped closer to your locker, popping it open. “If you want to bench me, go ahead.”
Jackie watched you dig through your bag.
“Don’t tempt me.”
You glanced sideways at her.
“Wouldn’t be the first bad call you made.”
That did it.
Jackie pushed away from the bench and took a step toward you.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh come on,” you said, grabbing your cleats.
“Last game you pulled Van back instead of pressing the wing. That cost us a goal.”
Van lifted both hands immediately. “Do not drag me into this.”
Jackie scoffed. “That goal happened because you missed your mark.”
You looked at her like she’d just said something stupid.
“Right. Sure.”
“You weren’t even where you were supposed to be!” Jackie shot back.
“I was where I was supposed to be.”
“You drifted up the field.”
“Because nobody was pushing forward.”
“Because it wasn’t the play!”
“Because the play wasn’t working!”
For a second the whole locker room went quiet.
Even Natalie stopped clicking her lighter.
Jackie and you stood there staring at each other like neither of you planned on backing down.
You were taller than her, by enough that she had to tilt her chin slightly upward when she got close.
Which she did.
“Funny,” Jackie said. “You seem to think you’re the captain.”
You leaned against the locker casually.
“Funny,” you said. “You seem to think yelling makes you right.”
Van clapped her hands once.
“Okay!” she said brightly. “Practice time!”
No one argued.
Misty grabbed the equipment bag immediately.
Taissa slung her backpack over one shoulder.
Natalie slid off the bench, muttering, “Not dying in the crossfire today.”
One by one the girls headed for the door.
Van passed Jackie and gave her a careful pat on the shoulder.
“Don’t kill each other.”
“Go,” Jackie snapped.
Van went.
The locker room door swung shut behind the last of them.
The sudden quiet felt weird.
Just the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
You were still leaning against the locker, finishing tying your cleats like nothing had happened.
Jackie stood in the middle of the room with her arms crossed.
“You done?” she asked.
You pulled the knot tight.
“Almost.”
Jackie watched you for a second.
“You know,” she said, “it’s really impressive how you manage to ignore every instruction I give.”
You looked up.
“You know what’s impressive?” you said. “How you think everything revolves around you.”
Jackie laughed once, sharp.
“I’m trying to run a team.”
“You’re trying to run everyone.”
“Someone has to.”
You stood up then.
Now the height difference was even more obvious.
Jackie didn’t move.
“Maybe,” you said, “you just don’t like when someone doesn’t listen.”
Jackie stepped closer.
“Maybe I don’t like when someone thinks they’re better than everyone else.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“That’s rich.”
The two of you were standing close now. Too close for people who supposedly couldn’t stand each other.
Jackie noticed.
And didn’t step back.
“Just try,” she said, quieter now, “to follow the plan today.”
You held her gaze.
“Try making a better one.”
For a second neither of you moved.
The locker room felt smaller all of a sudden. Too quiet. Just the faint hum of the lights and the distant muffled shouting from the field outside.
Jackie was still standing close enough that if either of you shifted even a little, you’d bump into each other.
She didn’t step back.
Neither did you.
Her eyes flicked briefly down to your mouth before snapping back up again, like she hadn’t meant to do it.
Jackie realized you were closer now.
She didn’t remember either of you moving.
“You’re insufferable,” she said.
“Yeah.”
Her voice dropped slightly.
“You think you’re so clever.”
“You think you’re always right.”
“Usually I am.”
“Not right now.”
Jackie huffed a breath through her nose, and the sound was almost a laugh.
“You’re so damn annoying.”
You shrugged.
“Yet you’re still standing here.”
That did it.
Jackie grabbed the front of your jersey.
It was quick and sudden, like she’d made the decision without giving herself time to think.
“What are you—”
She kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was the kind of kiss that still had leftover frustration in it, sharp and impulsive and a little reckless. Like the argument had just changed direction instead of ending.
You froze for half a second.
Then your hand came up to steady against the locker behind her, leaning down into it.
Jackie’s grip on your jersey tightened.
For a moment the whole world outside the locker room disappeared.
No shouting from the field. No team waiting. No coach.
Just the two of you and the metallic smell of the lockers and the echo of your shoes shifting on the tile.
Jackie tilted her head slightly, kissing you harder now, like she’d finally decided she wasn’t going to pretend this wasn’t happening.
Your free hand hovered for a second before settling carefully at her waist.
She didn’t stop you.
In fact, she moved closer.
Then, without thinking too much about it, your other hand moved lower.
It slipped under the back of her thigh.
Jackie startled.
“—hey—”
But before she could finish the protest, you lifted her.
Her foot left the floor and then the other followed instinctively as she grabbed onto your shoulders.
Jackie let out a small surprised laugh as she jumped the rest of the way up, wrapping her arms around your neck to steady herself.
Her back hit the lockers with a dull metallic thud.
For half a second she just stared at you, slightly breathless.
“You—”
Then you kissed her again.
This time Jackie didn’t argue.
Her legs shifted around your hips automatically, one knee hooked loosely as she held onto you.
The lockers rattled softly behind her with the movement.
Her fingers slid into the back of your hair as the kiss deepened again, slower now but somehow more intense.
The intensity of it made her breath hitch.
A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it, a quiet moan pressed right into the kiss.
Jackie froze for half a heartbeat, clearly not expecting that to come out.
Then she kissed you again anyway.
Harder.
Her grip tightened at the back of your neck as she leaned down into it, like she’d decided she wasn’t going to pretend this wasn’t affecting her.
You walked backwards slowly, the back of your knees hitting the wooden bench.
You sat down without breaking the kiss.
Jackie made a small sound of surprise when the movement pulled her forward with you. For a split second she wobbled, then she caught herself, hands bracing on your shoulders.
And suddenly she was straddling your lap.
You let out a small groan at the feeling of pressure on your cock, and you raised your hips slightly, meeting your growing hardness with Jackie’s core.
She moaned into the kiss, and slowly started gyrating her hips down into you.
You break from the kiss, panting, and watched as the girl who looked like she was about to slap you not even five minutes ago was getting herself off to grinding on your bulge.
Her eyes were halfway closed, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and her arms found their way behind your neck, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair.
You almost pinched yourself, because no way this was actually happening.
Instead, you desperately untucked her jersey from her shorts, and slowly explored the bare skin under her top.
She gasped at the touch, lowering her forehead on your shoulder, never once stopping her desperate grinding.
You trailed your hand higher and higher until they ghosted her bra, and with a lick of courage you grabbed her ample breast from under it.
She moaned at the contact, and turned her head slightly to whisper in your ear.
“Just, mmh, just fuck me- please.” She whined breathlessly, her lips just barely touching your neck.
And with that, you took full control.
You grabbed the hems of her jersey and tugged up, and she worked in rhythm with you, raising her arms above her head so you can take it off.
You tossed it to the side, not knowing or caring where it landed, and worked one hand to her back, to the clasps holding her bra together.
With a flick of your fingers, you expertly unclasped it, allowing the straps to fall down her shoulders, and revealing a sight that you never thought you’d ever see in your life.
Without a second wasted, you tossed her bra aside, and latched your mouth onto her perky pink nipple.
She gasped, grinding hard on your now fully hard bulge and pushed her chest closer to your face.
She reached a hand down and toyed with the hem of your shorts.
She grabbed your dick through your shorts, and you needed more contact.
She seemed to know what you wanted as well, as she got up from your lap and knelt between your legs. She pulled down your shorts and boxers with one swift move, freeing your cock and letting it slap against your jersey.
Jackie’s eyes widened and her she licked her lips as she reached a small hand to grab the base your thick veiny shaft.
You closed your eyes and tossed your head back, trying not to stand up and fuck Jackie’s perfect mouth senseless.
The first touch of her hot, wet tongue on your sensitive tip made you realize you probably wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck,” you groaned as the mouth that was just fighting with you, tooth and nail, was now wrapped perfectly around your throbbing tip.
Shivers ran down your spine as you braved a hand on the back of Jackie’s head, fingers gripping tightly at the soft hair that she took an unreasonable amount of time on.
Jackie’s eyes locked with yours, as she slowly took you in deeper, moving her hand in sync with her head, humming on your cock, sending vibrations through It. It twitched in her mouth, wordlessly explaining the pleasure you were feeling.
As you came closer and closer to your release, you gave in to your desire and moved your other hand to the back of her head, pushing her head lower on yourself. She moved the hand that was stroking the base of your cock, and braced it on your thigh, almost like she was waiting for you fuck her mouth.
You stood up and slowly pushed your hips into her mouth, further and further until you almost bottomed out.
She gagged but wrapped her other hand on the back of your thigh, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away.
You thrust the last inch of yourself down her throat, watching as her nose was touching you. She moaned, hollowing out her cheeks and relaxing her throat, ready for you to take her.
You pulled out halfway and started a slow rhythm, pulling in and out of her mouth.
You moaned at the feeling, “mmh, you like that? You like when I fuck your mouth?”
She hummed in approval as you began to speed up the pace, using her throat as a fuck toy.
You threw your head back again, feeling yourself near release any second now.
“Fuck, Jackie, I’m about to cum,” You groaned out, relentlessly thrusting in her.
Jackie removed the hand on your thigh and grabbed your balls, slowly massaging them.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” With that, you attempted to pull yourself out of her mouth, but she didn’t you as her grip on the back of your thigh tightened, pulling you flush against her.
Your vision went blank and you yelled wordlessly into the empty locker room, hot ropes of your release being sent down Jackie’s throat.
When your vision cleared, you locked eyes with your captain, and released your grip on the back of her head. Her grip on your thigh also relented, and she slowly pulled her mouth off you, releasing your cock with a soft pop.
A string of spit and cum trailed from your tip to her lips, and she kissed your deflating tip before wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.
Just as she was about to get up, the locker room door burst open, and a familiar brown haired girl walked through the doors. You both jolted but weren’t quick enough to hide yourselves.
“Have you guys settled down yet? Coach is asking where yo-“ Lottie’s chirpy voice trailed off and her eyes widened at the sight before her. She stopped dead in her tracks.
There was no explaining anything that Lottie witnessed.
Your shorts were pooled at your ankles, spit gleaming off your cock. Jackie, completely topless, kneeling in front of you, her hair a mess and her mouth covered in saliva.
Lottie started walking backwards slowly “I’m, um, I’m going to tell coach you guys are coming- I mean, um not coming, but like, y’know.” She fully turned around and ran out, eyes still wide.
“Shit,” You cursed yourself and hurriedly brought your shorts back up, tucking in your jersey with lighting speed.
Jackie grabbed her bra and jersey off the floor and rushed to haphazardly cloth herself again.
Not a word or a glance was exchanged between you both as she went over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out, looking in the mirror and brushing through her hair with her fingers, attempting to smooth out the mess you made.
Before she left the locker room, she turned around and gave you a small smirk.
“Next time, don’t try and argue with me.” She winked and you could see the typical confident Jackie repossess her body as she walked out the door.
You never questioned her again, and only Lottie knew why.