Tiffany hates Taeyeon.
She hates seeing Taeyeon's fancy logo gracing the billboard advertisements every time she visits the US. She hates hearing about the "up and coming" fashion house Anirak when she's in Paris. She hates seeing Taeyeon's pretty black hair when she attends the same shows in Milan. She hates having to acknowledge the fact that Taeyeon's clothes sell better with the 18-24 age range. She hates that her own fashion brand Hiver is stagnating in growth while Taeyeon's is somehow flourishing.
The point is, Tiffany despises the girl. She's too good of a competitor in the elegant halls of the fashion industry, and Tiffany prefers to crush her competitors into oblivion—not actually compete with them.
Tiffany's hatred isn't unrequited either. She hates Taeyeon, and Taeyeon hates her back. In fact, Taeyeon makes this known by rolling her eyes whenever they have to walk past each other. As rude as their behaviors can be, Tiffany can live with it. She's a CEO of a luxury fashion house; hatred from competition isn't new to her.
But feelings are.
And although Tiffany thinks herself to be an expert in her world of couture, she realizes that there are some things still left unknown to her.
It all happens in London, in the after-party of a mutual friend's store opening.
"Who's that?" Tiffany asks Yizhuo.
Yizhuo, Tiffany's ever-so-handy assistant, answers within ten seconds.
"That's Taeyeon," Yizhuo replies, seemingly confused.
"No, not her. Who's her date?"
"Oh, her date?" Yizhuo clears her throat. "That's Seolhyun. She's a model.
Tiffany's watches the pair from afar as strange feelings swirl in her chest.
Taeyeon's wearing the latest of her clothes, of course, because she never wears anything from last season. Her long black hair is pin-straight and held back with a flower hairclip. Those blonde locks fall over her bright red pantsuit, which draw attention to her long legs and slender figure. And the crook of her arm is adorned with Seolhyun's hand—a stunning model with dainty features and wavy brown hair half-up and half-down. Tiffany doesn't pay attention to Taeyeon's date, though. Instead, she's staring at where the two are touching.
"How's the party?" Tiffany's thoughts are interrupted by Irene who's beaming at Yizhuo and her. "I invited more people," Irene confides, "so I think I'll get better press coverage this time."
"It's a great party," Tiffany replies, still looking towards Taeyeon and Seolhyun. "And you can afford to invite more people when this is a bigger store than the one you had in LA."
"Right?" Irene agrees. "This one is so much bigger. By the way, did you see the lollipops? I ordered them in heart shapes, and they are so adorable—"
"Is Taeyeon dating someone?" Tiffany interrupts, still distracted by her rival and her rival's date.
"I don't think so. Well, not that I know of," Irene replies, but as she says these words, Seolhyun leans closely to Taeyeon's ear and whispers something. Taeyeon breaks into a smile, and somehow, that annoys Tiffany.
"How come you didn't find a date for me?" Tiffany questions Yizhuo.
"Well—I-I-I," Yizhuo stammers at Tiffany's abrupt inquiry. "You said you didn't want a plus-one in the first place, so I didn't find you a date."
Tiffany can only huff a breath of frustration. Yizhuo peers over at her boss with concern, and Irene goes off to greet other guests, but Tiffany remains pressed and red in the cheeks. She's a career-woman, and that means placing her job over everything. Such a lifestyle and philosophy has left her focused on work and not much of anything else. Dating hardly ever crosses her mind, and when it does, it's quick to leave because of other obligations.
But seeing Taeyeon with…someone else does things to Tiffany—things that she can't name. Things that make her act on impulse.
Tiffany excuses herself from Yizhuo when she notices Seolhyun leave Taeyeon's side. In the next few moments, Tiffany is marching towards Taeyeon and intentionally brushing her shoulder against hers.
"Of course you're here," Taeyeon mutters not-so-discretely when she realizes that Tiffany has bumped into her.
"Why wouldn't I be here?" Tiffany snaps back. "I've known Irene for years, and she invited me to her new boutique's grand opening."
"I can say the same, princess."
Oh, there's something in how Taeyeon says princess that gets under Tiffany's nerves. As nice as the little nickname is, Taeyeon never says it with any good intent; she only says it because she knows that Tiffany doesn't like it.
"You should leave," Tiffany asserts, crossing her arms.
"Why would I leave when there's a chocolate fountain?" Taeyeon motions to the fountain of chocolate just a few steps away from them. There's a table filled with snacks and fruits at the party for refreshments, and sure, it looks tantalizing, but it's not enough of a reason.
"I thought you had that deal with Bergdorf Goodman," Tiffany says. "Shouldn't you be in New York?"
"Oh, so you know my schedule now?"
"Why are you even here?" Tiffany questions, frustrated.
"Do I really need to answer that question?" Taeyeon rolls her eyes and walks to the chocolate fountain, Tiffany following behind.
"I hate you," Tiffany mutters. "I don't want to see you here again."
"It's not my fault Irene has the taste to be friends with me and the awful decision-making skills to be friends with you too," Taeyeon retorts. She dips a strawberry in chocolate and pops it into her mouth. Within a few seconds of chewing, she has already eaten it. "What's your problem, princess?"
You, Tiffany wants to say. She can't explain herself properly, but whenever she sees Taeyeon, she feels an overwhelming sensation take over her body. It leaves her breathless and frustrated, and she hates it. The beautiful girl has such an effect on her that it's unexplainable.
Tiffany catches sight of Seolhyun across the boutique's main floor and immediately scowls.
"Oh, so that's your problem."
"W-What?" Tiffany's quick to glance back at Taeyeon.
"That's your problem, princess," Taeyeon reiterates with a smirk. "What? You jealous or something?"
"No," Tiffany murmurs. Her cheeks already feel hot. "Why would I be jealous?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me? You're the one who's always staring at me from afar." Taeyeon crosses her arms, and Tiffany finds her gaze so intense that she has to redirect her eyes to the mole on Taeyeon's face. "Either you're a stalker, or you're just into me. Why else would you be looking at my date like you wanna murder her?"
"You are making shit up," Tiffany hisses defensively. She's a CEO. She doesn't like to feel vulnerable, and Taeyeon makes her feel so exposed. "You're fucking weird."
"Oh, am I?"
Embarrassed and frustrated all at once, Tiffany scoffs and tries to walk away from Taeyeon—who only follows her.
"Princess, don't walk away from me," Taeyeon says, but Tiffany keeps walking. Suddenly, Taeyeon grabs Tiffany by the arm and forcibly drags her towards the back exit of the boutique.
"What are you doing?" Tiffany whispers furiously. She doesn't want to cause a scene, but Taeyeon keeps dragging her until they're standing outside in the cold. London isn't snowing a blizzard in February, but there's enough windchill to make Tiffany shiver through the tulle fabric of her dress.
"Not to be a therapist, but we should talk." Taeyeon stands directly in front of Tiffany now, almost pressing her against the brick wall. "You're obsessed with me."
"I'm a CEO of a company that has your company as its prime competitor," Tiffany reasons. Her shoulders are already cold, and she finds it hard to keep from shivering, but she can't falter in Taeyeon's presence. "Why wouldn't I be obsessed with you?" Tiffany challenges. "I'm obsessed with annual reports too. So what?"
"No," Taeyeon asserts, "you're obsessed with me." Taeyeon narrows her eyes, and her lips curl into a faint smirk. "And you know exactly what I mean by that, princess."
"I don't know what you're talking about…"
"Oh, come onnnnn." Taeyeon scoffs. "Let's be honest with each other, yeah?"
Taeyeon's suave, too cool for her own good and for Tiffany's. Her pretty eyes pierce into Tiffany's, as if they want to unravel her from the inside-out. They stare at each other like this for a while until Tiffany finds her gaze travelling down to Taeyeon's lips. Tiffany hasn't had a drop of alcohol all night, yet she finds herself intoxicated with Taeyeon. Her gorgeous eyes, slightly parted lips. Her fucking perfume. The way she's so…intense.
"I'm not into you," Tiffany breathes.
"I'm not into you either," Taeyeon retorts, but words are just words in that moment.
Tiffany's not sure who leans in for the kiss first, but it happens all the same. One second, they're trying not to strangle each other's throats. In the next, Taeyeon has pushed Tiffany against the wall, and they've got their lips locked in a different kind of fight. Somehow, Tiffany has found herself in the grasp of her archenemy, under her lips, and somehow, they make their way to a car.
"What are we doing?" Tiffany gasps as Taeyeon shuts the car door behind her. They're in the backseat of her, Tiffany presumes, because the windows are tinted, and the black leather seats are shiny—nothing less for someone like Taeyeon. "
"Good trouble," Taeyeon murmurs, pressing her lips against Tiffany's once more.
Oh, it isn't right. It's far from right. It's not just wrong; it's like making a left-turn instead of a right one.
Tiffany almost starts thinking about how bad this would all look at the next board meeting. CEO Tiffany Kim found kissing rival company's CEO. Or, something worse. But Taeyeon continues to press her body onto Tiffany's, forcing Tiffany to straddle her. In this position, Tiffany finds it all too easy to rub herself on Taeyeon.
"We're not supposed to…" Tiffany murmurs as she does the very things she isn't supposed to be doing. With her hips grounding against Taeyeon, she can feel the other girl growing more aroused by the moment.
"Yeah, I don't really care, princess," Taeyeon mutters back. Her fingers snake up Tiffany's dress and immediately find her mound. A small smirk crosses her face when her fingertips grace over Tiffany's pussy, teasing them gently. "You've been obsessed with me since you first saw me. I bet you think about me when you're touching yourself too."
"You're so full of yourself."
"Maybe I am, but you're gonna be so full when I put my cock in you."
Taeyeon's words are so awful…that it's good. Tiffany's cheeks blush in embarrassment and excitement. Her senses have been dialed to the max, and she can't stop herself from whimpering when Taeyeon increases the speed of her hands. Tiffany's crumbling, almost moaning, as passing car lights move around them. The parking lot is dark in the evening, yet a substantial amount of risk remains.
"Taeyeon," Tiffany gasps. Taeyeon's fingers have pushed her panties aside, enabling her to sink a finger into Tiffany's wet cunt. The warmth of the car, the tightly enclosed space is nearly suffocating, but it allows for smells to linger—and Taeyeon's scent is more intoxicating than ever.
Tiffany feels Taeyeon's finger circling within her, and it rubs softly against her clit when she withdraws them. When Taeyeon lifts her hand from in between Tiffany's legs, her index and middle fingers are soaked with Tiffany's arousal.
"Clean this up," Taeyeon commands, and Tiffany is too eager to do so. She takes Taeyeon's fingers, puts them in her mouth, and sucks like her life depends on it. As she does this, she finds herself staring into Taeyeon's intense gaze once more. "Good girl," Taeyeon murmurs, and Tiffany can feel her aroused too. She's sitting directly atop Taeyeon's cock now, and it's tempting.
With her free hand, Taeyeon takes something out of her suit jacket's inner pocket. A condom. Tiffany thinks that she'll open it, but Taeyeon hands it to her instead.
"Open it and put it on me, princess."
Tiffany may as well be a bitch in heat when she follows Taeyeon's orders without objection. She opens the condom's packaging as Taeyeon gets to work in unzipping her pants. When Taeyeon does slip her cock out, it's veiny and even better than Tiffany expects. Taeyeon's shaft is girthy, making Tiffany wonder how it'll fit inside her—but she says nothing as she rolls the condom down Taeyeon's cock.
"C'mere, princess," Taeyeon murmurs in a slur of vowels.
Tiffany positions herself on top of Taeyeon, placing her arms around the other girl's shoulders, and Taeyeon's the one who pushes her cock past Tiffany's slick folds. From the moment the bulbous head of Taeyeon's cock enters her, Tiffany becomes an incoherent mess of moans. Her cunt is stretched lusciously by the thick cock penetrating her open, and it's Taeyeon's cock—her enemy and rival.
Their shared body heat fogs the windows of the car, but the lights from outside continue to stream inside—albeit blurry and faraway.
The backseat of a car is a tight space, sure, but when Tiffany rides her hips up and sinks them back down onto Taeyeon's length, her view is filled only with Taeyeon's lovely face. They're both sticky with sweat and gasping for air, but god, it's so good. Tiffany rides Taeyeon with all the strength in her thighs, her sweet cunt wrapping around Taeyeon's hard cock and filling the car with the sound of slapping flesh. Even the car starts to rock when Taeyeon moves her hips to meet with Tiffany's in sloppy thrusts. Although Taeyeon hasn't taken off more pieces of clothing, and Tiffany is still fully-dressed down to her panties, they can still feel each other's heavenly warmth. Tiffany can dig her nails into Taeyeon's jacket as she loses her mind to the ecstasy in the moment.
"Fuck," Tiffany can't stop cursing. She's hugging Taeyeon tightly, saying these dirty words right into her ear in little whimpers. "You're so big."
"I told you I'd fill you up, didn't I?"
Tiffany's thighs hurt with all the strain that she's putting them through. The ceiling of the car is low, so she had to bend her neck with every thrust, but she's addicted to riding the best cock of her life. She's full, she's content, and she's close. Within a few messy strokes, Tiffany's strength leaves her as she falls into an orgasm. Mewls leave her throat, and her body convulses as her climax overcomes her.
Unbeknownst to Tiffany, her walls pulse and clench around Taeyeon's cock, drawing the other girl into her own release. Taeyeon moans too when she expels her cum into the condom, further pleasuring Tiffany with the twitching of her cock.
The bliss of the moment seems to drag on forever—until it ends.
I just rode her, Tiffany realizes. I rode Taeyeon Yoo.
Tiffany doesn't know what to say as she rests her cheek against the crook of Taeyeon's neck and shoulder. Apparently, Taeyeon has no words either because she merely breathes into Tiffany's ear, presumably from exhaustion.
But perhaps it's better to allow the moment to simmer, so Tiffany keeps quiet. Outside, cars continue to pass by…