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"Let me explain-"

The woman places a delicate finger against Till's lips in a shushing motion and Till feels her eye twitch in irritation.

This is the most ridiculous situation ever and Till does not get paid enough for this.

"No need to explain sweetheart."

"No, I really think you should hear me out-" Till tries to reason, voice muffled by her finger. She gets cut off again by the woman pinching her lips.

Till might actually slap this woman.

"No need to be shy and deny it, it's perfectly normal to like me." She flips her long black hair over her shoulder gracefully as if to prove that she's just that gorgeous before placing the free hand beside Till's head, caging her against the wall. "I like you too."

This situation is actually so fucked.

To even begin to understand what's going on you gotta start from the beginning.

Till had been family friends with this asshole of a guy for a while. She honestly hates the guys guts. He's arrogant, thinks the world owes him everything because he was born with a dick, is disgustingly rich, and just an all around horrible person to be around. But his mom likes Till's mom, so she deals with it because she's a good fucking daughter.

Ever since his first love left, the idiot got it in his thick head that Till was madly in love with him for some reason. So he's been throwing cash at Till to make her "leave him alone" even though Till avoids him as much as she can.

Now the entire small town they live in has labeled her a "green tea bitch" because of him. In all honesty she doesn't care about how him or the fuckass town sees her, the extra cash is quite nice though.

Sadly, Till's cash cow had to be taken away from her at some point because now his childhood sweetheart Ivan has come back for a home town visit.

Till has never had the chance to meet her as she lived with her scumbag of an uncle Urak for most of her life. At least until her mother finally found her and brought her back.

By the time Till moved into town Ivan had apparently been whisked away to some boarding school for specialized super smart rich kids.

Then when Till suddenly showed up to school in the new year people were dead set on her being a green tea bitch from the start.

Every day she heard about how she was "Trying to be like Ivan!" and how she "Could never be Ivan" so she should "Just stop trying so hard to be like Ivan!" Ivan, Ivan, Ivan, thats all she fucking heard about!

Then when her idiot childhood sweetheart saw that Till was living next door he flipped his fucking lid and somehow deluded himself into believing she wanted him.

Meanwhile the only reason she even talked to him was because her mom wanted her to! She didn't even know why Ivan wanted him when she was supposedly some super hot rich girl with maxed out intelligence.

Till may not care much about what the town or the whole school thinks about her, but she really doesn't want to be seen as a homewrecker.

Being called a whore? Hey, at least they think she can pull.

Being called a fag? So what, it's not like they're wrong.

Being called goth? She's not goth, she's emo, but it's not like it's an insult so it's whatever.

But being called a homewrecker? That's a low she would never stoop to.

So she had planned to tell her mom that she cant hangout with that dickbag anymore and completely ditch him. Letting the rich asshole and his white moonlight be together.

At least that was the plan.

But here she is instead, being pinned to her own bedroom wall by her asshole neighbor's white moonlight. Not only that, but being accused of harboring secret feelings for her.

What the fuck is up with these people and assuming Till is in love with them?

Till's oversized sweater has been zipped down by the woman's prying hands, far enough to see that she's wearing only a bra underneath.

Now you may be asking, "Till, was the money really worth it?"

"Since we both like each other, let's date." Ivan says sweetly, pushing aside Till's sweaty bangs and kissing her forehead making Till's fave heat up.

No. The money was not worth it at all.

"Your silence must mean you agree." Ivan giggles, but she seems far too serious for Till's liking. She has to be joking, no one can be that crazy.

All Till wanted to do was take advantage of a dumb man and now here she is. Getting hit on by her supposed to be love rival.

"At least give me a chance to speak-" Till tries, and almost let's out a sigh of relief when Ivan releases her lips.

"Okay," Till takes a deep breath, preparing herself to ask her many questions. "So how did you even get in my house-?"

Only for her fingers to be replaced by her mouth in a forceful kiss.

Till had no chance of stopping the woman's lips from meeting her own, no way of moving her head to the side with the way Ivan has pinned her against the wall. 

Till tries pushing against her chest to get her off but the girl is like a brick wall, she doesn't even move. The only thing she achieves is making Ivan groan as she accidentally gropes the woman

Her chest in all honesty is amazingly soft against Till's rough hands.

Ivan pulls back slowly, a sly grin playing on her lips. Only a string of saliva attaching them before that breaks apart too.

"You know, if you wanted to cop a feel you could have just asked." Ivan coos, placing a hand against Till's own cupping her ample chest.

Till doesn't get a chance to defend herself against these allegations before Ivan's going right back in for another kiss. Till's sputtering only allowing Ivan to deepen the kiss, this time Till doesn't even try to push her away.

She accepts the kiss and pushes back with equal frever. If she has to kiss her then at least it'll be good.

Till begins feeling dizzy the longer the kiss goes on. Ivan's skilled tongue easily enters her mouth and begins exploring.

Through the foggyness in her brain, all Till can manage to think about is how good she smells.

Her perfume smells expensive, like warm vanilla and vetiver.

What's that saying again? 

"When a beautiful woman kisses you, you have to kiss back." 

Wait, no. Thats not right.

She can't let beauty cloud her judgement, not when she was so close to escaping this whole situation.

Though Till has to admit, Ivan truly is beautiful.

Her shiny black hair that cascades down her back, those long legs and gorgeous curves, even her eyes are a beautiful shade of black and red.

Till can tell why the whole town was willing to hate on her for supposedly replacing the woman.

But Till can't be like those plebs in town getting played by a pretty face!

Not when she now knows the evil freakishness hidden behind those brilliant eyes!

Not when this stupid rich girl is forcefully kissing her supposed to be love rival!

Till knows how these k-dramas go! This may be going a little off script but it always ends the same.

Ivan, as the first femal love interest, will end up with her annoying ass family friend. 

And Till, the supposed to be scheming second love interest will be thrown off a building or something while all the shippers cheer.

Till struggles helplessly against the kiss with renewed vigor after seeing flashes of her poor future circumstances.

Ivan eventually has enough of bruising her lips and frees her from the kiss.

Till takes the opportunity and breaks free from the woman's hold which Ivan clearly allows, smirking down at her which Till ignores.

Before Till could fumble to zip back up her sweater the door swings open and there stands her family friend and cash cow, Acorn.

The man who supposedly loved Ivan for over a decade but immediately found a "replacement"—that being Till—as soon as she left.

What an absolute scum of a man.

Now Acorn is staring wide eyed and flushed at Ivan. While Ivan continues to try and strip Till of her sweater, paying no mind to their new guest. Then there's Till, who's trying her best to become one with the wall.

Wasn't Till's role supposed to be the scheming woman who gets torn to shreds by the main couple? 

What the hell kind of fucked up love triangle has this turned into!?

Acorn frowns when his eyes meet Till's own panicked ones.

"Till, didn't I tell you not to cause trouble for Ivan?" His voice noticeably softens when he says Ivan's name and Till's eyes roll back so far they almost pop back into her skull. "I told you I don't like you. I thought we agreed you'd take the money and leave us alone."

Till can't believe the audacity of men these days. Who does he think he is, breaking into Till's house and coming into Till's room to accuse TILL of not leaving this woman who ALSO BROKE INTO HER HOUSE alone.

Till wants to interject but the guy just keeps on going.

"Do you really think fighting with Ivan will make me like you? You're disgusting."

Acorn doesn't seem to notice the glare Ivan's giving him and Till just doesn't care.

"Why don't you open your fucking eyes and see who's pursuing who, dumbass." Till snaps, slapping Ivan's perverted hands away.

"You're the idiot who got it through your head that I like you, I've only been hanging around you so I don't upset my mom!" Till snaps but Acorn just rolls his eyes like she's lying. Stupid fucking rich kids.

"And you," Till turns to Ivan who looks at her innocently while still pawing at her zipper. "I don't care how hot you are, you're basically assaulting me!" She screams, zipping her sweater all the way up to her chin.

"You think I'm hot?" Ivan asks, completely unbothered by Till's yelling. She places a hand on Till's chest and she prays Ivan can't feel how fast her hearts beating. Judging from her smirk, she definitely can.

"Don't you see Till? You're just a disgusting pest making Ivan uncomfortable with your stupid comments!" Acorn scolds, seemingly blind to Ivan quite literally groping Till's chest right in front of him.

"How many times do I have to say this!" Till screams. "I. Don't. Want. You."

Acorn just frowns at her, unconvinced. Till is about to curse him out when Ivan turns to Acorn with a cold glare.

"Who are you to insult my girlfriend." Ivan worms her arm around Till's waist protectively and continues to glare.

"W- What did you just say?" Acorn stutters in surprise, looking between them like he's just noticing the fact Ivan has undone Till's sweater. Again.

Till's going to have an aneurysm.

"You heard what I said." Ivan glares harder like Acorn is gum stuck to the bottom of her Red Bottoms. "As long as I'm alive you will never have the opportunity to even be her side piece."

Acorn tries speaking again but Ivan's cold glare sends him scurrying out of the room with his tail between his legs.

After chasing Acorn out Ivan closes and locks the door this time, and the way she's looking at Till doesn't make her feel like it's to keep Acorn out. More so to keep Till in.

She gulps, and starts to nervously pick off her already chipped black nail polish.

After a few moments of silence she jumps when she sees Ivan has silently made her way right in front of her in the time Till had been spaced out.

Her dark black eyes have been consumed by the red of her pupils as she grins up at Till expectantly.

Till can practically see dog ears sprouting out from her hair and a tail thumping against the floor like a dog who just defended their mate. Along with her internal monologue going, "Pet me! Pet me!"

Rationally, Till shouldn't pet her, of course. Not just because this woman is a human and it's all just Till's over active imagination. But also because this girl is a fucking weirdo who broke into her house and would most definitely like it and take it as a sign that Till's into her.

But you know how the saying goes, "When a cute woman defends your honour, the first thing you have to do is pet her."

Wait. No, thats actually even further from the original saying-!

But it's too little too late, Till's hand like the traitor it is has already reached up to hover against the top of Ivan's head. Just like she assumed, the woman's hair is as soft and silky as it looks, feeling far healthier than Till's heat damaged shag.

She regrets her actions almost immediately and goes to pull her hand back, but Ivan is quicker and pushes her hand down onto her own head and begins nuzzling into it in a self service pat.

Looking up at her, she really does look like a big bernese mountain dog with that mischievous grin.

Till tries her hardest to think of every anger inducing moment of her life to continue being mad at this weird woman but she just can't.

Not when she's looking at her like she hun the moon and the stars.

Ivan pulls her into a soul crushing hug, cradling her head and subsequently pushing Till's head into hhe plush chest. "You were smiling, did you think I was awesome just now?" She's smirking smuggly but the joy in her eyes gives away how happy she is.

Till thinks that if she really was a dog that her tail would be wagging hard enough to cause her neighbors to file a noise complaint. And that isn't cute at all because this a random woman who is her asshole neighbors ex. Obviously.

"Such an amazing girlfriend, and she's all yours!" Ivan coos, petting her head and pushing Till further into her soft chest. Till thinks her nose might be bleeding from the amount of blood rushing to her head because no woman's tits should be this soft.

"No need to ask anyone else for help anymore." She continues to pet her softly but her grip has turned somewhat possessive.

Till panics and turns her face away, but it serves less of the purpose of getting away from the woman and she basically just motorboats herself. Ivan pauses for a moment before breaking out into a giggle.

Fucking fantastic.

"Who agreed to be your girlfriend?" Till muffles into the woman's chest, only reminding her of her shame.

"Hmm, fair." Ivan agrees, still running her hands through Till's hair. "But you didn't reject me either."

Till stays silent, allowing herself to stew further in her shame because it's true.

She never once denied that they were girlfriends.

But in her defense, what else was she supposed to do when a beautiful woman claims to have the spot of her girlfriend.

Ivan pushes Till back from the embrace and cups her cheeks, forcing Till to look up at her.

"Be with me. Come on Tilly, just one date!" She begs shamelessly.

Till doesn't even question how she knows her name, too busy trying to force back down all of the blood rushing to her face. Till stays completely silent.

Maybe she's like a t-rex, you stay completely still and she'll leave.

Ivan, in fact, is not a t-rex, as all ignoring her does is cause her to move impossibly closer.

With their bodies pressed together Till finds it hard to respond but stammers out a no.

Till panics as Ivan drops to her knees, only to squeak when the woman begins clinging to her leg, looking up at her with teary eyes and wet lashes.

"Come on baby," She begins groveling, nuzzling her cheek against Till's thighs. "I'll be so good, just one date."

Her wet eye lashes and pout give her the appearance of a kicked puppy and her clinging to Till's leg doesn't help either.

The longer Till stays in stunned silence the more desperate her nuzzling gets. She inches her hand up further until she's cupping Till's hips and begins planting kisses, trailing up her thighs to her hip bone.

"Okay fine! Just get the fuck off the floor you freak!" Till shouts, face flushed crimson.

Ivan's eyes light up immediately, sullen expression quickly abandoned once she got what she wanted.

The beautiful ones are always the most manipulative.

The woman grabs both her hands and in one fluid motion yanks them both onto the bed.

For the second time today, Till's face is pushed into a large pair of tits. Till wonders if maybe she was a messed up pervert in a past life and this was her last wish, because this happening repeatedly coincidence be a coincidence.

Or maybe Ivan's the pervert for pushing Till into her tits. For Till's mental health she's going to go with the ladder.

Ivan quickly man handles her into a comfortable position under the covers, placing her hand on the small of Till's back, and the other back to combing through her messy hair.

"No take backs you know." Ivan teases after a moment, but Till feels far too comfortable in this woman's arms to argue with her.

Not like she would ever let Till go, already has her address apparently.

Till sinks further into the warm heat of the girl, melting into Ivan's soft curves and hard muscles.

Just when Till's about to doze off to the feeling of well manicured hands messaging her scalp, Ivan pipes up one last time.

"So how do you feel about spring weddings?"