Pre-Chapter Note:

Hey, wonderful readers! Just a heads up: this chapter contains mature themes and explicit content, including full smut scenes. If you’re uncomfortable with such themes, please feel free to skip this chapter when you see "XXXXXXX." This chapter is not intended for underage readers, so please read with caution. Thank you for your understanding, and I hope you enjoy the story! 💖

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The grand chandelier above glittered with crystal brilliance, casting a warm, elegant glow over the sea of well-dressed attendees. Miso had lost count of how many of these so-called "business dinners" she had endured since her marriage to Kim Taehyung. It was a regular routine now—a never-ending charade of pretentious conversations, handshakes, fake smiles, and business deals. Tonight was no different. The high-end restaurant was packed with powerful men in tailored suits and their equally well-dressed wives, everyone putting on a façade of cordiality while silently calculating each other's net worth.

Miso sat at the lavishly set table, next to Taehyung, her perfectly composed expression concealing the irritation that simmered underneath. She wore a black satin dress, elegant yet seductive, the fabric hugging her curves and leaving little to the imagination. The high slit on the side revealed just enough leg to draw eyes, and she could feel Taehyung’s tension beside her throughout the night. She smirked to herself—he was trying so hard to stay composed, trying to act like he wasn’t affected by her. But Miso knew better. She’d caught his glances more than once, how his gaze lingered on her longer than necessary, especially when he thought she wasn’t paying attention.

It amused her, the way he tried to control everything. Taehyung was always composed, always in control—whether in business or their marriage—but Miso had a knack for unraveling him, even when she wasn’t trying too hard.

As the night wore on, the meaningless small talk at the table became more tedious. Taehyung was discussing some upcoming deal with a potential business partner, his voice smooth and authoritative as always. Miso pretended to listen, occasionally offering a polite nod or smile, but her mind was elsewhere. She swirled the wine in her glass, gazing at the deep red liquid as it spun, reflecting the dim lights of the restaurant.

Suddenly, she felt a hand brush against her thigh. Startled, Miso looked up to see the man across the table—some executive whose name she had already forgotten—giving her a sly grin. His fingers were grazing her leg, hidden beneath the tablecloth, and he leaned in slightly, his voice low as he spoke to her.

“You know, Mrs. Kim, you’re even more stunning in person than I’ve heard,” the man said, his tone dripping with sleaze.

Miso froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing. She tried to compose herself. The audacity of this man. She could feel Taehyung’s gaze shift, his conversation slowing down as he noticed the sudden change in her posture. She could tell he was aware, could sense the tension between her and the man across the table. But she didn’t look at Taehyung. Instead, she locked eyes with the sleazy executive, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

“Oh, really?” Miso replied, her voice sweet but laced with sarcasm. “I didn’t realize I needed validation from someone so beneath me.”

The man blinked, clearly taken aback by her sharp tongue, but Miso wasn’t done. She leaned in slightly, her smile never wavering as she spoke in a lower, more dangerous tone.

“If you value your life, I’d suggest you keep your hands where they belong,” she said, her voice cold as ice. “My husband may be patient, but I’m not.”

The man’s grin faltered, and he quickly withdrew his hand, sitting back in his chair, visibly uncomfortable. Miso didn’t bother looking at him again, already dismissing him as irrelevant. Instead, she took a sip of her wine, her eyes meeting Taehyung’s for the briefest of moments. His expression was unreadable, but she could see the faint twitch in his jaw, the fire behind his calm demeanor. Oh, he was angry.

Good.

Taehyung didn’t say anything, didn’t acknowledge the interaction directly. But he already planned what he'll do to that man, so he turned back to his business partner, his voice cool and collected as he resumed their conversation. But Miso could feel the shift in the air between them, the unspoken tension that only she could stir in him.

As the dinner dragged on, more men at the table tried to engage Miso in conversation, throwing in sly compliments or trying to impress her with their wealth. She played along for the most part, responding with her usual sass and charm, but always keeping them at arm’s length. She could feel Taehyung’s eyes on her the entire time, watching every move she made, every word she spoke.

And she loved it.

When dessert was finally served, Taehyung leaned in toward her, his voice low so only she could hear. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

Miso raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide her smirk. “Enjoy what?”

“This game you’re playing,” he said, his tone laced with barely concealed frustration. “Flirting with these men, knowing damn well they’re not worth your time.”

She let out a soft laugh, the sound light and mocking. “Jealous, are we?”

Taehyung’s eyes darkened, and he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a slow sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving hers. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously calm. “I don’t get jealous, Miso. But I do get possessive of my property.”

The heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and for a moment, Miso felt her heart skip a beat. She had seen this side of him before, the territorial, protective side that came out whenever someone else showed interest in her. But she wasn’t afraid of it. In fact, it thrilled her, knowing that she could provoke such a reaction from him.

“I’m not your possession, Taehyung,” she said quietly, leaning closer so their faces were only inches apart. “You don’t own me.”

His eyes flickered with something dark and primal, and for a moment, Miso wondered if she had pushed him too far. But then, a slow smile spread across his lips, one that sent a shiver down her spine.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmured.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. Taehyung barely spoke to her after that, keeping his focus on the business at hand, but Miso could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. By the time the event was over, she could tell that he was barely holding it together. The night was heavy with tension, the kind of tension that had been building for weeks between them, layer upon layer, waiting to snap. Taehyung had tried everything to suppress it. Every time he looked at Miso tonight,the heat flared inside him, threatening to break free. She had worn a sleek, black satin dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, her bare shoulders glistening under the dim restaurant lights, the high slit revealing just enough leg to drive him insane. And her lips—the way they were painted in that bold, dark red—kept drawing his eyes all night.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Miso was a queen at commanding attention, at bending a room to her will. Yet, despite the hunger in her eyes when she looked at him, she still had that maddening self-control, that defiant spark that made him crave to break her cool composure. But tonight? He could feel the shift. She was playing with fire, and Taehyung had reached his limit.

The car ride home had been unbearable. He had made the decision to sit as far away from her as possible, but even then, the scent of her perfume filled the small space between them, driving him closer to the edge. He clenched his fists, jaw tight, trying to maintain some control. Miso, of course, didn’t seem fazed. She sat there, calm, unbothered, eyes looking out the window like she didn’t know what she was doing to him.

But she did know. And that only made him want to break her more.

When they arrived back at the penthouse, the moment Miso stepped out of the car, her heels clicking on the pavement, Taehyung's eyes tracked her every move. She walked swiftly towards the entrance, clearly in a rush to escape to her room. She always did this—this little game of hers where she acted like she didn’t care, but her body language told him something else. Tonight, though, was different. The way she moved, the slight quickening of her steps, the way her fingers nervously brushed her hair aside as she reached for the door—she was trying to get away from him. And that was when Taehyung knew: she wasn’t unaffected. She wanted this too.

Without a second thought, he followed her. The door had barely closed behind her when he grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face him. Miso’s eyes widened, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away. She was waiting. He could see it in her eyes—the same desire he’d been fighting all night was reflected back at him.

Taehyung took a step closer, his towering frame intimidating but not unwanted. His fingers brushed the soft skin of her cheek, and for a brief moment, he hesitated. His mind screamed at him to stop, to turn around and walk away, but his body betrayed him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers. “You’re driving me crazy, Miso,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.

Miso’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t say a word. Her breath was shaky, her eyes locked onto his. She didn’t push him away, didn’t slap him like he half expected her to. Instead, she leaned in just enough for their lips to brush—just enough to push him over the edge.

That was it. The last thread of control snapped.

Taehyung crushed his lips against hers, his hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. The kiss was rough, intense, filled with the pent-up frustration that had been building for weeks. He half expected Miso to shove him away, but to his shock, she kissed him back with just as much need, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as if to pull him even closer.

Her body pressed against his, soft and warm, and for a second, Taehyung felt like he was drowning in her. The taste of her lips, the way she moaned softly against his mouth—it was all too much. Every ounce of restraint he had left dissolved as their kiss deepened.

He broke away just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against hers. “Do you know what you do to me?” he whispered, his voice ragged, eyes dark with desire.

Miso smirked, though her breath came just as fast. “Maybe,” she whispered back, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, teasing him. Her usual sass was still there, but now it was mixed with something else, something darker, something she was no longer trying to hide.

He didn’t waste any more time. Taehyung’s hands slid down her back, gripping her waist as he pushed her against the wall. The soft gasp that escaped her lips only fueled his need further. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could feel her pulse quicken beneath his touch. Every second he spent with her like this made him want more—needed more.

“Miso...” he breathed her name like a prayer, and in response, she pulled him closer, their lips crashing together again in a tangle of heat and desperation. His hands explored her body, every curve, every inch of her driving him further into madness. Her dress, already daring, left little to the imagination, and his fingers brushed the slit of her thigh, earning another soft moan from her lips.

She wanted this as much as he did, and that realization made his blood burn.

Taehyung's mouth moved to her neck, kissing and biting gently as his hands roamed over her hips, pulling her closer. "You think you can keep playing with me like this?" he growled against her skin, his voice rough, dangerous. "Driving me insane...making me want to lose control."

Miso let out a soft laugh, though her voice was breathy, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer. "Maybe you're just too easy to break," she teased, her words like gasoline to his fire.

“Is that what you want?” Taehyung challenged, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “To break me? Because I promise you, Miso, I’m not the one who’s going to break.”

She didn’t reply, not with words. Instead, she yanked him back towards her, their lips meeting again in a fierce, hungry kiss. This time, Taehyung didn’t hesitate. His hands moved with purpose, pulling her dress higher, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers.

They stumbled towards the bedroom, both of them too caught up in the moment to care about anything else. By the time they reached the edge of the bed, Taehyung had her pinned against it, his lips still devouring hers. He paused, just for a moment, looking down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her half-lidded eyes filled with nothing but desire.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice a husky whisper.

Miso looked up at him, her breathing uneven, her body trembling beneath him. There was no fear in her eyes, only fire. “I want this,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible but filled with enough need to make Taehyung lose whatever self-control he had left.

That was all he needed.

                       XXXXXXX

He slammed his mouth against hers, their kiss becoming desperate as they collapsed onto the bed. Taehyung could feel the thrum of her pulse beneath his fingers, could hear her gasps and moans filling his ears. He pushed her dress further up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs, and before she could react, he slid a hand between her legs.

He could feel her warmth, could feel how wet she was, and with a low growl, he shoved her panties aside. He teased her, rubbing his thumb against her clit while his fingers slowly slid in and out of her. Miso's body tensed around his hand, and he could feel her tremble beneath him.

Taehyung pulled away from her mouth, his breath coming in quick gasps. "Look at me, Miso," he commanded, his voice dark and commanding.

She didn't do as he asked. With a smug smirk, he withdrew his fingers, and Miso let out a small whimper in protest. But he didn't leave her for long. Quickly, he flipped her onto her stomach, his hand working her dress up further as he pressed her into the mattress.

Her ass was bare, only the thin strap of her thong covering her. He took his time admiring her, taking in every curve and every dip.

Miso waited for what felt like an eternity, her nerves on edge. Finally, he leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. "You like teasing me, don't you?" he whispered. "Playing this game with me. Well, maybe it's time we teach you a lesson."

Before she could say anything else, he slapped her ass, hard. Miso yelped out in surprise and pain, but he didn't give her time to recover. He did it again, and again, until her ass was red and swollen from his palm.

“Are you enjoying this?” he taunted, his voice gruff as his fingers played with her clit.

Miso whimpered out a moan, her hips bucking up slightly. She couldn’t help it; her body reacted to his touch without any input from her brain.

“I want you to admit it,” he growled, his finger circling her clit before dipping inside her cunt. “Tell me how much you want me.”

Miso clenched her teeth, her back arching as his finger curled inside her and rubbed against her G-spot. He was doing this on purpose, making it impossible for her to deny him. “Taehyung...”

“That’s not an answer,” he scolded, his finger withdrawing from her.

Miso’s eyes snapped open, looking up at him angrily, but he just smirked at her.

“Tell me,” he commanded again, his hand circling her breasts teasingly.

“Fine,” she snapped back, though she couldn’t hide the need in her voice. “I want you, okay? I want you so bad it’s driving me insane.”

A soft hum of satisfaction escaped his lips before he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue diving into her mouth to claim her. Miso groaned out a moan into his mouth, her heart beating erratically as her arousal threatened to peak.

“Good girl,” he praised her as his lips left hers, his mouth trailing kisses down her neck. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

Miso bit down on her lip, trying not to moan too loudly as his lips continued to trail down her body. He reached the swell of her breasts, and he paused, kissing the soft skin gently before finally taking her nipple in his mouth.

Miso’s back arched again, her moan echoing through the room as his mouth wrapped around her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple before sucking it gently, and Miso felt every part of her react to him. It was like she was connected to him, like her body was reacting to his every move.

When he switched to the other breast, she could feel herself getting close to climax. She knew it would only take him a few more moves to get her there, but she refused to give in so easily.

She pushed him off her, making him grunt as he fell back onto the bed. “Not yet,” she growled, her voice rough.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at her, clearly confused by the sudden turn of events. “What do you mean not yet?”

Miso smiled at him sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean,” she started, sitting up and slowly crawling towards him. “I’m not done playing.”

She reached him, straddling his hips as she leaned down to kiss him. It was a deep, hungry kiss that left Taehyung gasping for breath by the time she pulled away. She smirked at him, knowing exactly how she affected him. And then, without another word, she turned around and lowered her mouth to his cock.

“Fuck,” Taehyung moaned out, his hips jerking up at the first touch of her lips on his cock.

Miso laughed at him, her tongue flicking out to tease him. She was enjoying this, enjoying the way he reacted to her every touch. He seemed so strong and composed all the time, but now he was unraveling under her, coming undone with every lap of her tongue.

She took him in her mouth, sucking him slowly as she wrapped a hand around his base. Taehyung groaned again, his hand threading through her hair and holding it back so he could watch her. She looked up at him as she sucked, his eyes meeting hers and sending a thrill through her. There was such hunger in his gaze that she could feel the need building inside her, the ache between her legs intensifying.

Miso hummed in appreciation, her mouth vibrating around him as she continued to suck him. Taehyung let out another groan, his eyes closing as his hand tightened in her hair. He was getting close, she knew it, and she wasn’t about to stop. She wanted to break him, wanted to push him to his edge and then hold him back.

She continued to suck him, faster now, as she stroked his cock with her hand. Taehyung was panting, his body tense and straining, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He looked so beautiful, so beautiful that Miso almost wanted to let him cum.

Almost.

“Miso,” Taehyung groaned out, his voice strained with need. “Miso, please.”

She hummed again in response, her mouth moving faster over his cock as her hand stroked him more firmly. Taehyung shuddered, his cock jerking up in her mouth as he came.

Miso swallowed his cum down, pulling off of him slowly as he continued to shudder. His hand loosened in her hair, his breathing uneven and ragged. “Fuck, Miso,” he gasped out. “Fuck.”

Miso pulled off of him, crawling back up his body to straddle his chest. She leaned down and kissed him, and when she pulled back, he smirked at her.

“That was good,” he praised. “But now it’s my turn.”

Miso smirked back at him, rolling her hips over his stomach in response. “Is that so?” she asked, her voice husky.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes narrowing as he watched her move over him. “Yeah,” he replied. “It’s definitely my turn.”

Miso raised her eyebrow at him, but she couldn’t deny the hunger that was still raging through her. She was still so close to the edge, and the fact that Taehyung was about to push her over it...it was almost too much.

She could feel him hardening again beneath her, his erection pressing up against her pussy as she rolled her hips over him. She rubbed herself against him, teasing herself and him both, and then she lifted herself up slightly, positioning his cock at her entrance.

She looked down at him, watching as his eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. “Miso,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

Miso smirked again, her eyes sparkling as she lowered herself onto him. His eyes closed as he moaned out in response, his hands moving to her hips to hold onto her. “You know exactly what I’m doing,” she replied, her voice low and husky.

And with that, she started to ride him.

Taehyung groaned as she moved over him, his hands tightening on her hips as he struggled to hold back. He didn’t want to cum again, not yet, but damn if she was making it easy. She was riding him like he was nothing, her pussy clenching around him as her hips rolled over him, her breasts bouncing as she moved. He wanted to flip her over, wanted to fuck her into the mattress and make her scream, but he held himself back.

He let her take control this time, let her use his cock to get herself off. And damn, she was good at it, her body moving in a rhythm that had him panting and shuddering beneath her. Her fingers dug into his chest, and he felt her pussy start to tighten around his cock, her legs shaking as she rode him.

And when she came, she cried out his name. She collapsed forward, her cheek pressed against his chest and her body still trembling with aftershocks. Taehyung wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she continued to shake.

“Fuck, Miso,” he breathed out, his other hand stroking down her back. “Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Miso hummed in response, her body relaxing against his as she slowly came back down from her orgasm. She stayed there for a minute, her breathing evening out as Taehyung stroked down her back and sides, his cock still buried inside of her.

“That was good,” he praised. “But now it’s my turn.”

Miso smirked back at him, rolling her hips over his stomach in response. “Is that so?” she asked, her voice husky.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes narrowing as he watched her move over him. “Yeah,” he replied. “It’s definitely my turn.”

Author's Note:

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