Side Story 1.15

“Stop being stubborn and… just stop already…”  

“Stubborn? I’m just trying to make my wife happy.”  

Taegyeom feigned ignorance, his expression one of innocent confusion. Despite having ignored her pleas countless times before, his gaze gleamed shamelessly with a sense of duty, as if he were performing a noble service for his wife. Leeseo let out a hollow laugh, exasperated.  

Although her husband was often rough and untamed in bed, today, he seemed even more relentless than usual. As soon as they returned home in the late afternoon from their countryside outing, Taegyeom had pulled her inside before she even had the chance to take off her shoes.  

The flat shoes he had gifted her were left discarded halfway down the hallway leading to the bathroom. Taegyeom had lured her with sweet words, claiming he would help her shower since she must be tired, but Leeseo wasn’t naive enough to believe he didn’t have ulterior motives.  

Even knowing this, she had allowed herself to be seduced, only to find herself in this situation—barely past midday, stripped bare and spread open in front of her husband in such a compromising position.  

“I sometimes can’t tell whether you like Jinwoo or dislike him. You always act like this after meeting him.”  

“As I’ve said countless times, I dislike him. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”  

Despite his words, Jinwoo was one of the few people Taegyeom kept close. Occasionally, Jinwoo would share stories from their time in America, recounting the struggles he had gone through to approach Taegyeom back then.  

It hadn’t been easy. Chairman Kwon had kept a close eye on Taegyeom, ensuring he couldn’t contact his maternal relatives. In doing so, the Chairman had spared no expense, even resorting to force when necessary.  

Jinwoo had spent years circling around Taegyeom before finally disguising himself as a Korean American to get close to him. To deceive Chairman Kwon, Jinwoo had orchestrated a scenario where he lured the lonely and bored Taegyeom into the world of nightlife. Chairman Kwon, who believed that a man should know how to enjoy life, had loosened his surveillance slightly, allowing Jinwoo to gain Taegyeom’s trust.  

Thinking about the countless hardships the two young men in their early twenties must have endured to survive under the watchful eye of the all-powerful Chairman Kwon made Leeseo’s heart ache.  

She could only imagine the struggles they had faced, but it was clear that Jinwoo had been a steadfast ally, friend, and even a brother to Taegyeom, helping him become the man he was today as the head of GK Group.  

Gently stroking her husband’s soft hair, Leeseo spoke.  

“If Jinwoo heard you, he’d be so upset he’d jump in frustration.”  

Taegyeom, however, scoffed coldly, clearly unconcerned about Jinwoo’s feelings. He then bit down on the inside of Leeseo’s thigh, leaving a mark.  

“It’s not like he has any reason to be upset. His face looks so stupidly pleased whenever you laugh at his lame jokes.”  

“So you’re sulking because I laughed at Jinwoo’s jokes, huh?”  

“…”  

For someone who usually appeared so indifferent, Taegyeom was surprisingly prone to bouts of jealousy. It was almost disorienting to see this perfect, elegant man consumed by such childish emotions, openly displaying his jealousy. Yet, despite herself, Leeseo didn’t dislike it. In fact, she found it endearing.  

Perhaps she had even anticipated this reaction, knowing it would happen the moment she agreed to meet Jinwoo for lunch.  

“You’re just taking it out on me, blaming Jinwoo for no reason.”  

“It’s not your fault. You’re kind to everyone. The problem is Jinwoo.”  

“Then why are you… Ahh!”  

Taegyeom ignored her protests, his tongue tracing over the red marks he had left on her thigh. He gently licked the area, soothing the sting, before suddenly biting down again, leaving another imprint.  

Tracing over the faint marks of affection left on her skin, Taegyeom licked and nibbled at Leeseo’s thigh, taking a generous bite. “Hngh…” A short sigh escaped as Leeseo squirmed under him, but he gently pinned her down, stopping her movements. His tongue moved softly, tenderly, as if soothing the teeth marks he had left behind.

He alternated between roughness and sweetness, as if his tongue were coated with honey, leaving Leeseo tense with anticipation. She never knew when he might suddenly change again, and the tension caused her hips to twitch involuntarily.

Leeseo shifted her waist, trying to push Taegyeom’s face away from between her thighs with her palm. Instead of moving aside, he rested his face against her hand, even rubbing his cheek against it.

How could she deal with this cunning man who knew exactly where her weaknesses lay? Letting out a resigned sigh, Leeseo slid her hand down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Her fingers ran through his soft strands, wrapping them around her fingers as she tugged his head closer to her.

Taegyeom, as if waiting for her cue, climbed up her body. He shifted her from lying flat on her back to lying slightly sideways, entwining their lower bodies. Though her belly had only just begun to show a slight curve, he was careful not to put any weight on her as he nibbled on her earlobe.

“Hngh…” 

A moan resonated from deep within her chest. His mouth opened wider, taking in her entire ear, and his tongue probed inside before trailing kisses along her temple, cheek, and nape. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and her head tilted instinctively.

“Taegyeom… ah…”  

“Yes, Leeseo?”  

Positioned behind her, Taegyeom began to move his hips slowly. His thick, hard length slid between her thighs, already slick with moisture, pushing in and out at a steady pace.

Her entrance, softened and loosened by his earlier teasing, welcomed him eagerly, contracting and expanding rhythmically with every shallow brush. Her inner walls, slick with arousal, clung to him, aiding his movements and spilling wetness onto her thighs.

The area below her navel felt like it was sinking and swelling, a strange urgency building inside her. She could feel her inner muscles twitching, craving deeper stimulation, and her eyes welled up with tears from the overwhelming sensation.

By now, Taegyeom surely knew how desperate she was, yet he only pressed a kiss to her hair and exhaled softly.

Since becoming pregnant, they had avoided penetrative s*x. The thought of a tiny, beating heart growing inside her was both miraculous and terrifying. Though the baby wasn’t visible, she constantly worried about its well-being, fearing it might suddenly vanish.

She had shared these feelings with her husband, and Taegyeom, after reading up on the subject, agreed it was best to avoid penetration until she was in a stable phase. That didn’t mean they stopped being intimate, but no matter how aroused he became, he never lost his caution.

Lately, however, Taegyeom had taken to pleasuring himself in front of her, a sight that left her both flustered and intrigued. It was an adjustment, but they had found ways to adapt to intimacy during her pregnancy.

Now, at five months pregnant, her slightly rounded belly offered her some reassurance. Or perhaps it was the intensity of his affection today that had her so worked up. Either way, the fear she once felt about penetration seemed to have vanished. Instead, she found herself growing frustrated with his teasing—his refusal to go further while leaving her so thoroughly aroused.

“Hngh…”  

The head of his length pressed against her entrance, spreading her folds as it teased her. Her thighs twitched involuntarily at the heat radiating from him.

The itch deep inside her was unbearable, her entire body hypersensitive to his every move. Without realizing it, she began to rock her hips, seeking him out. She didn’t even notice how she was grinding against him, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

“Taegyeom… there… please…”  

“Hmm?”  

Despite her pleading, Taegyeom feigned ignorance, lightly thrusting his hips. The head of his length slipped inside, parting her folds, only to retreat again, leaving her empty and aching.

The wet sound of their movements, combined with the sticky sensation of her arousal clinging to him, filled the room. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes as she turned to look at him with a mixture of longing and exasperation.

“I can’t take it anymore… Please… just put it in.”  

“Leeseo… Hyun Leeseo.”  

“…Yes…”  

“Breathe. If you get too excited, you’ll wake the baby.”  

Taegyeom whispered soothingly, brushing his lips against the corner of her eye. But her heavy breathing made it hard to hear him. She bit her lip, whining softly like a child as she urged him on.

“Ah… it’s too much… Please… hurry…”  

“When you beg like this, asking me to take you…”  

His low voice carried a sharp edge of desire, revealing that his own restraint was nearing its limit. She reached out, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“How am I supposed to hold back, hmm?”  

His whispered words melted into their shared breaths. Their tongues intertwined, their lips finding their rightful places as he finally gave in.

His swollen length, pulsing with need, pressed into her. It stretched her walls as it entered, carving its shape into her, filling her completely.

“Ah…!”  

A shuddering cry escaped her as he pressed deeply, the tip of him nudging against her cervix. The overwhelming sensation sent her spiraling into a climax.

Their bodies locked together, the rhythmic pounding of their hearts echoed in the space between them. Taegyeom held her trembling form tightly, as if to absorb her into himself.

It felt as though the entire world had wrapped itself around her. Every moment was intensely vulnerable, yet utterly blissful. In those moments, everything felt perfect.