Synopsis ✨ Your husband has always been a loveable idiot, rushing from one chaotic event to the other. But when your father, the King, sends him to the dungeons, it's you who deals with the consequences.
Genre ✨ established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings ✨ plot? there's hardly any, Jeonghan is a fool but a loveable one, Seokmin is reader's brother and heir to the throne, that's about it really- there is literally next to no plot
Smut warnings ✨ Dom Jeonghan, sub reader, she's a little bratty but mainly just a down bad sub for her man, public groping (there's no body around but it's the chance that there might be), he has a filthy mouth, spanking, choking, nipple play, she rides him (but he's not inside- I can't think of the word for it, she just uses him basically), dumbification (just a little), rough sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, after care, he's just a silly little guy who's a demon in the bedroom
Word count ✨ 5.7k
a/n: I've had this written for so long but I think I was ovulating or something, wrote it in a horny haze and then forgot it ever existed. So since my wips are pretty plot heavy, I've whipped up a header for whatever the hell this horny mess is.
This is the same universe as this Seokmin fic. Jeonghan is in it and it does give a good overview of what a gormless cutie he is, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone.
As the second born child of the King and Queen, and because your older brother was heir, your life had been easy in most senses. Yes, you had to be respectful and set a good example to the people of your Kingdom, but you never had that sense of foreboding or responsibility that your brother did. Seokmin took it all in his stride of course, going out with your father to meet the people, hosting banquets with neighbouring lords and ladies and even agreeing to meet a neighbouring princess from another kingdom in a bid for them to marry and strengthen relationships between the two kingdoms. It didn’t work out though, Seokmin was in love with your best friend and you were all just patiently waiting for them to figure it out.
But because you didn’t have a goal, or a purpose, life had started to become a little dull. You have everything around you that you could dream of, the finest silks, a maid who has your bath ready every evening by the fire in your quarters and every meal in the castle is like the average festive feast for a normal person. And yet everyday just felt like it was blurring into one. Wake up, do what princess’ do and then go to bed. It was the same everyday and you didn’t see it getting better anytime soon.
However on your twenty first birthday, your boring, monotonous days were about to come to a grinding halt.
Your parents had told you that they’d gone all out for your birthday feast and there’d be hundreds of people descending upon the palace to celebrate this momentous occasion with you and your family. This, you thought, was both a blessing and a curse. The amount of guests would mean that you’d get to hear stories of far off lands, the battles people had fought and won, the wonders they had seen and you’d be in awe of them. They’d brighten up the normal dull conversations that you’d had a million times with the same handful of people in this castle. But at the same time hearing those stories made you feel even worse about your dreary little life. No, you don’t want to fight a dragon like the prince from the kingdom across the sea did, but you would like the option.
Sadly for you though, every guest at that party had an average age of about 91 years of age and their stories were as boring as your life. That is until you spotted someone frantically trying to explain that he’d brought marzipan from his parents as a gift for the princess and it wasn’t his fault that the baker didn’t like him, and that the marzipan was absolutely not meant to be shaped like a large pair of breasts. He was trying to explain that it’s the baker who should be put in the stocks and not him, he was just an unfortunate bystander in this whole debacle.
It was only when you got closer to the chaos that this man was creating, that you realised he was probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in this kingdom and the next. His hair was longer than you were used to seeing and his clothes, although simple, were perfectly designed and fitted to suit him. He introduced himself in a half assed manner and then panicked when he realised he’d done so to the princess, the very princess whose birthday party he was causing a scene at with his offensive baked goods. You’d laughed and argued that they were probably the finest marzipans you’d ever seen, adding that the cherries in the centre of each of them was a masterstroke of genius and therefore he’d been let off the hook and escaped the stocks.
But from that moment on, your life changed forever and you haven’t had a moment's peace since. Because marrying Prince Jeonghan was the greatest adventure you’d ever been on.
“I do not understand why you do these things Jeonghan!” The king exclaims as he takes a bite of his lamb, “That child has not stopped crying for a full two days! The Queen has had to have chamomile and wormwood on a rag on her forehead to soothe the constant headache! Why did you have it attached to the ground so it couldn’t be moved?!”
“I was thinking of the children’s safety! I didn’t want them to wobble off!”
You desperately try not to laugh at your father. Because he may be your loving father but he is also the king trying to get to the bottom of another of your husband’s escapades.
“Jeonghan!” Your mother grasps her cloth covered forehead dramatically, “sorry my love,” your father soothes her, “you see you imbecile, now you have made me upset my wife. I just need to know why you thought it was a good idea to make a rocking horse shaped like such a grotesque monster.”
“I didn’t.” Jeonghan looks confused, your father looking like he’s about three seconds away from banishing him from the kingdom.
“Now don’t get smart me with you strange lunatic,” you and your brother desperately hold back your fit of laughter whilst his wife is actively looking in the other direction, out of the window, so your parents won’t see her giggles, “that creature is like something from the depths of hell and you’ve carved it for the children’s playing quarters?!”
“It’s a shire horse.” Jeonghan frowns, producing a mangled piece of paper from his pocket, “see, a shire horse.” He points to the simple drawing and hands it to your father.
Your father stares at the rather good drawing of a shire horse, you know it’s good, you drew it, and then slowly raises his eyes to look at your husband.
“You think this,” he straightens the paper aggressively, making Jeonghan jump, “is in any way similar to the monstrosity that is currently causing my grandchildren nightmares. Tell me Jeonghan, what are you going to do when Seokmin’s son takes the throne and he’s still having nightmares about that rocking horse? Do you simply relish the constant threat of having rotten vegetables thrown at you?”
“N-no,” he desperately looks at you for help but you fear if you open your mouth, you’re going to finally fall on the floor laughing, “I’ll have a servant try to dislodge it from the floor.”
“How? You’ve had it bolted down Jeonghan! You are a complete and utter fool!”
“You said they needed a new rocking horse!” He tries to reason and at this point even the servants are fighting for their lives to not crack.
“YES BECAUSE YOU SAT ON THE LAST ONE AND BROKE IT JEONGHAN!” Your mother dramatically winces once again, “I am sorry my love.” He soothes again, “I’m tired of this, I’m having you put in the dungeons.”
“WHAT?!” He desperately turns to you, “tell him ______. You drew the shire horse, tell……”
“Do not bring my daughter into this you scoundrel! Her drawing is exemplary,” he smiles softly at you, looking fondly at your drawing, “In fact. Not only have you mentally scared my grandchildren and upset my wife, you’ve also disrespected my daughter in bastardising her dear little drawing. Two nights. In the dungeons. Off you go!”
Jeonghan looks at you all, hoping someone is going to stop this. It’s only been two weeks since he was last sent to the dungeon for the night, he can’t face it again, not this soon. But all he sees is betrayal before him. How could you all be so cruel when all he was trying to do was something nice for his daughters and nephew.
“If you don’t go willingly, I will get the guards to take you.” Your father says sternly.
“Fine.” He sighs sadly, trudging out of the dining hall, not sparing any of his supposed family a second glance.
“Hello dearest.” You grin through the bars of the dungeon door.
“You’ve purposefully taken an age to get down here.” He pouts from the little wooden stool in the corner of the stone dungeon.
“I had to help my mother to bed,” you shrug innocently.
You both know you’re lying. You had purposefully taken a long while to wander down to the dungeons to release your husband. Mainly because, like your mother, the children’s constant crying had also given you a slight headache earlier. But also, to put it bluntly, you’re horny.
Your husband may be a bumbling idiot who tries desperately to help or entertain and yet always falls spectacularly short, but the second you make it to your bed chambers? Well, he’s a totally different kettle of fish. It took a month or so after your wedding to truly find your groove, both of you having never laid with anyone before, but when he noticed just how much you enjoyed him taking charge and putting you in your place, it was clear you were made for each other.
If you were to talk to a physician about it, they’d probably say you like being treated the way your husband treats you in the bedroom because you want to leave your perfect little life every now and again. Where people simply agree with you and treat you like you’re this precious little jewel not to be broken. If you’re honest with yourself, you just like the way it feels when his hand connects with your ass and he uses you however he pleases.
“Let me out.” He walks over to the bars.
“Is that anyway to talk to a princess!” You frown, your stomach doing flips when you see him clench his jaw, annoyance now overtaking the poutiness.
“You’re not funny. Unlock this and let me out. Now.”
“You did cause quite a lot of trouble,” you ponder, noting how his hands are now gripping the bars so hard that his knuckles are turning white, “and I do risk my father finding out every time I break you out of this dungeon. I wouldn’t like him to find out I’ve been going behind his back.”
“This little game you’re playing, it won’t work. You push too far and you’ll get nothing you want.” He hisses through the bars.
“I’m the princess, I always get what I want.”
“Well.” He holds the bars that bit tighter, “see here’s your problem. We both know you’re already dripping because,” he smirks, “we both know you're desperate. And this is where I wonder if you can get your little head around what I’m going to say. You take much longer to unlock this fucking door and I won’t touch you. And if you don’t let me out, then I still don’t touch you and you have to go through the embarrassment of trying to touch yourself,” he sighs in fake sadness, “which we both know you’re fucking terrible at.”
Curse him.
“Maybe I just agree with my father that you’ve gone too far.” You shrug.
“Do you know what’s going too far? Changing into that nightgown and parading yourself around the castle knowing full well that it’s more or less see through. You relish other men looking at what’s mine? You think any of them would touch you the way I do? If you want other men, go and have them princess.”
“I don’t want other men,” you mumble, eyes fixed on his lips, “I want you.”
“Then open the fucking door _____!” He says through gritted teeth.
“O-okay,” you whisper quickly, your mind already heading to that warm soft subby space you love so much.
“Clever girl.” He smiles when you unlock the door after fumbling in your eagerness to see what he’s going to do.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips, ending it far too quickly in your opinion, and spins you round to land a harsh slap on your ass.
“Come on,” he has his hands on your shoulders as he guides you out of the dungeons and up the stone stairs to the back of the castle. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he mumbles into your neck as you both try to walk through the castle with his arms now wrapped round your waist.
It’s lucky everyone has gone to bed, even the kitchen maids have finished for the day, something you may have done on purpose when deciding just how long to make him suffer in the dungeons.
“It is quite grotesque,” you giggle at the memory of the rocking horse, though arch slightly when he pinches your nipple through the flimsy nightgown.
“I tried my best,” he grumbles, soft lips pecking your neck and causing you to stop in your tracks.
“Hey,” you turn around in his arms, “my love, I know you always try your best and I love you for that.”
“Even if I make a fool of myself? Even if your dad thinks I’m an idiot?”
“My dad does think you’re an idiot,” you grin at him, “but you’re his idiot. He’d fight a war if someone hurt you, you know?”
“You think?” He pouts, hands kneading your ass though you’re not sure he even realises he’s doing it.
“I know he would. When you went to visit your parents, he was quite bereft without you here to keep us all entertained.”
“Oh, so I’m nothing more than the court jester?”
“You know that’s not true,” you frown, “you infuriate him but you’re like a son to him. And I’m certain he knows you don’t actually stay in the dungeons, if he does then those guards are being very lax. They leave the keys hanging by the door every single time.”
“And yet you still took your fucking time to come and get me,” his eyes turn dark again now he’s got his worries out of the way, “it was all so you could show yourself off to anyone who may still be awake then?”
“It’s your favourite.” You look at Jeonghan in wonder, your pussy already dripping. You were dripping before you left your bed chamber if you’re honest with yourself.
“It doesn’t,” he spins you back around and attaches himself to your back again, his semi hard dick pressing into your ass, “mean that every servant and nobleperson alike gets to see you in it. Unless,” he plays with the lining off your sheer linen nightgown, “that’s what you wanted?”
He pulls your nightgown down as you walk together along the long stone corridor, lined with paintings of your ancestors, and exposes your naked breasts, making you gasp and yet clench around nothing. The cool air and sheer fabric had already hardened your nipples but now they were almost painful as the idea of someone spotting the king’s daughter being treated in such a way took hold. Jeonghan’s hands grope and grab at them as you finally near your living quarters, but he stops you before you reach the door, his lips sucking a harsh mark onto your neck and hands never leaving you, right in the large corridor where anyone could see you.
“This is what you wanted, you wanted anyone and everyone to see just how fucking pathetic my wife is? I bet if I lift this nightgown, there’ll already be a mess between your thighs.”
He chuckles evilly into your ear when you spread your legs a little, hoping his fingers would soon find their way to where you need them most.
“You’re so easy,” he smirks against your skin before he sucks another harsh mark onto your skin, “you want that? You want everyone to see me finger your desperate little cunt? Why don't we just invite everyone to watch how well I fuck you?”
You don’t answer him, just lean onto his chest when he tugs on your nipple particularly hard, just how he knows you like it.
“Answer me princess, do you want me to finger you here? Maybe if I treat you really well you’ll squirt all over the floor, how will we explain that to the servants?”
“Want,” you swallow, trying to collect yourself though you’re already breathless, “your dick. Bed.”
“Oh come on,” he sighs, slapping your left tit lightly and covering your mouth when you let out an airy moan, “use full sentences. Surely you can manage that? Princess?”
You loathe when he tries to get you to speak, he’s well aware your brain is currently caught between desperation and horny dumbness, the fact he’s still insisting on you speaking is just another way for him to show you who has the power here.
“I want,”
“Well done,” he coos.
“I want you to fuck me, i-in,” you moan when he purposely pinches your nipple to break up your sentence, “the bedchamber.”
“That’s nice dearest,” he moves away from you making you sway, and moves in front of you, eyes hungrily eating up your exposed breasts and blown out pupils, “but maybe I should make you wait,” he leans his shoulder against the door, arms folded and a smirk toying on his lips, “you know, how you made me wait?”
“No,” you whisper, not even pulling your nightgown up even though anyone could come wandering, “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
“Hmm,” he appraises you. “I don’t know.”
“Please, please Jeonghan,”
You’ve no idea who he’s trying to kid, you’re surprised his dick hasn’t broken out of his pants, it's that hard.
“Well I suppose so,” he rolls his eyes, like fucking you would be more of a hindrance than a pleasure. Something you know it’s not but fuck does him being like this make you even more desperate to please him.
“Thank you,” you move to sort out your night dress.
“Er, what are you doing? Leave that how it is, I didn’t say you could move it.”
Your arms drop to your side straight away, leaving your breasts exposed to him and awaiting what he wants you to do next.
What you don’t expect is for him to lunge forward, grab your neck and pull you the short distance towards him. His lips crash into yours in a fierce kiss that makes your knees almost give in. You got married six months after you first met him at your 21st birthday and, even after two children, you still get all giddy and tingly when you kiss him.
You shared your first kiss on the night of your birthday, much quicker than appropriate for a princess, but you knew he was the one for you. You were his the second you saw him almost crying over the lude marzipan and now his hand wrapped around your throat as his tongue dances with yours, just cements the fact that you will always be his.
“I love you,” he says against your lips, his thumb pressing just a little harder on your throat to just hammer it home.
“I love you too,” you rasp, your hand moving to rub his throbbing length through his pants.
“You’re always so badly behaved,” he taps your hand away from him, “get in there!” He points to the door, smirking to himself as you rush off, still exposed and your ass illuminated through your dress by the moonlight shimmering through the window.
There’s only one thing that could make this scene prettier Jeonghan thinks to himself. So before you pass the threshold he lands a hard slap on your ass, your moan bouncing off the stone walls and Jeonghan’s dick twitching in his pants when he sees the red mark it left behind.
“Shut the fuck up princess,” he says jokingly, his domiance breaking a little when he hears you giggling at his antics.
That break is gone as quick as it came though when you turn around and see him tearing his clothes off before the door has even slammed shut behind him.
Your eyes eat him up. To look at him you see a tall slender man but underneath the layers of undershirts, leather pants and long boots, is the body of an adonis. He's broad, broader than you think, and with a body that you know takes hours of training with your brother.
“Are you going to keep oggling me like I'm nothing but a piece of meat to you? Or are you going to take that fucking useless nightgown off?"
You don't need telling twice, your nightgown is off within a blink of an eye and your body exposed to the only man that's ever seen it. Thank god your parents threw that ridiculous party for you, if they hadn't you'd never be able to have this, to trust someone so much with your body, and your heart, like you do with Jeonghan.
He moves over to bed at his usual leisurely pace, not a care in the world that your thighs currently resemble a small waterfall, and lies down on the bed like he's about to have a nap.
All you can do is stand there awkwardly, your body covered in goosebumps from the breeze coming through the wooden shutters of the window, just waiting for what he wants you to do.
“Well come here then!" He says, like you should’ve known what he wanted you to do.
And you do. You rush over to him like he's bestowed the greatest honour upon you and throw your leg over him, taking his rock hard length into your hand and lining him up with your overly needy hole.
"Errrrr, what are you doing?”
"What?” You glance up at him wide eyed, his tip painfully close to where you need him.
"Did I say you could do that? You've hurt me _____, I don't think I'm ready to let you have your own way yet.”
How does he still remain so stoic when you can see he's already leaking? Your brain is panicking at the very thought of not having him inside you and yet he’s behaving like you're talking about which meat will be roasted for the next feast.
"N-no? But I thought…..”
"That's the problem isn't it. You need to stop doing that for now and just do what I want you to.”
“Ok," you whisper and place his length down on his stomach carefully, “can I sit down?"
“You may." He gestures to his thighs like he's offering you a throne.
"Thank you.” You sit down on his thighs, your head spinning from how close his dick is and how much you need it.
"Now. Take what you need.”
What?!
"What?”
"Don't say what, say pardon.”
"You're not my mother.”
You only realise you've answered him back when you utter the last word, your cheeks heat and tears well because you know nothing good will come from your smart ass remark.
"Oh princess,” he says in mock sadness, "there goes that brain again.” He pinches your nipples, making you whine, twisting them angrily before he releases them.
"I'll let that go. Isn't it lucky you married such a kind husband?”
You nod quickly, your fingers itching to touch him.
"Now. Take what you need.”
He says it again but you're still none the wiser as to what the fuck he needs. He knows what you need, you told him. But he's also just told you that you're not allowed to finally put his dick inside you. So what fuck does he want from you? And why is he making it like a test? If he doesn't explain himself soon you'll burst into tears, you're not ashamed of how much you need him.
“I don't know what you mean."
“Make yourself cum."
You frown at him.
“But you just said I couldn't put it in."
“You can't. I'll allow you to use me but you don't get the privilege of me being inside you yet."
“So……what do you mean?”
"I mean,” he grabs your hips harshly and drags you forward, "you can't put it in, but use it.”
Ah. Now you get what he means, why couldn't he just say that?!
“Good girl princess," he sighs, his dominance wavering when your folds nestle his length between them, his dick still flush against his stomach and his tip so close to your clit that it makes your knees go weak.
You don't move for a second, you can't, finally having something takes your breath away but there's a cruelty to this all none the less. He knows you’re desperate to feel him inside you, the fact it would only take a second to have him exactly where you need him and he's so fucking close to there too, is just unbelievably unfair of him. But god does it make you leak around his length.
“Move then!" he slaps your thigh.
You hum and nod, your lip caught between your teeth as you begin to drag your sopping pussy along your husband's dick.
"Fuck that's embarrassing isn't it?” His voice is strained and if you had any ability to comprehend what he was saying you'd be quite pleased he's finding it difficult to remain completely cold, "Just grinding yourself along my dick has you leaking this much? Look at it _____, my stomach is glistening in you and you've only been doing it for thirty seconds.”
You glance down, your hole clenching around nothing when you see that he's right, the moonlight illuminates your bodies and a sheen that's almost iridescent gleams up at you.
But you don't reply, you're too busy grinding hurriedly on his length, his leaking tip nudging your clit every time you move and making you quiver.
“Are you already close?" He chuckles condescendingly.
You are and you're not ashamed of it, you’re moving at a hell of pace thanks to how wet you've made his dick, if anything it feels a bit too slippy. And the way his fat tip feels on your clit is fucking incredible. And yet, even though you're close, you still can't help but feel empty as you feel his length under you. You get the sudden urge to scream at him and ignore his cruel plan. It would take a second, just one nimble manoeuvre and you'd be full of him.
"Don't,” he slaps your tits both at the same time making your movements get impossibly quicker, "you even think about it princess.”
Damn him for knowing you so well!
“Thank you," you don't even know what you're thanking him for, you suppose if you're nice to him, he'll give you what you want.
He just hums and watches you intently, his eyes shining and yet still holding that darkness in them as his finger tips glide up your stomach. Your body twitches at the simple touch making him smirk as his finger tips glide around your nipples and swirl up to your neck, your pussy leaking even more at what he's about to do.
"Please Jeonghan.”
You both know what you want. And he isn't going to refuse having that power over you.
"Filthy,” his hand wraps around your throat, "fucking woman.”
He applies just enough pressure to make it feel like your airway is being restricted but not entirely cut off. The lack of oxygen only makes you more desperate and impossibly more wet.
Jeonghan holds your throat in his grasp, basically holding your body up from his spot lying on the bed, as he watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure and your pussy leak all over him.
"Hurry. Up.” He says through gritted teeth, his hand tightening just a little bit on your throat.
Your hips stutter, just one two more nudges on your clit and you'll be there. Jeonghan knows your body, he knows your little tells and the second he sees your hips falter he lets go of your neck and grabs your hips.
He keeps your hips moving as your orgasm washes over you, the rush of air in your lungs after having been deprived of it makes your head all dizzy. That feeling is what you love, your body in the ultimate pleasure it can be and so relieved at having oxygen back in your lungs mixes together to create one of the greatest feelings in the world. And thanks to your husband and his need to make you happy, even when he's being cruel in the bedroom, he rides you through your euphoria until it all gets too much.
You fall onto him, his arms welcoming you but only for long enough to place a gentle kiss on your temple and roll you off him. You don’t stop him, you don’t want to, he knows your body is his and you know he’d never do anything to hurt you, not that you didn’t enjoy anyway.
Jeonghan makes sure you’re ok, you lying on your stomach on the bed and him leaning over you just to double check, before he spreads your legs. He smirks to himself as he sees you clench, very pleased that even after a mind altering orgasm, his perfect wife is still eager for me.
He doesn’t say anything and gives you no indication of what he’s doing but two hands land either side of your head and you feel his dick near your pussy and his toned chest against your sweaty back. One of his hands moves for just a second, you feel his tip against your leaking hole and within seconds he slams himself into you, bottoming out straight away and taking with it your breath and the last of your sanity.
“FUCK!” You scream, trying to throw your head back but just meeting his chest as his hands cage you in either side of your head.
“Shut up,” he groans, moving onto on his elbows so he’s fully on top of you and his free hand coming to cover your mouth, “you want everyone to hear how well I’m fucking you?”
“Mmph,” you try to say no but you don’t get a chance, one because of his hand covering your mouth and secondly because before you can try to say anything, he starts pistoling you at a brutal pace.
His hips move at the speed of light as he hammers his throbbing length in and out of you. The weight of him on top of you, reminding you that you can’t escape him or the way his big dick is bullying its way into your abused hole again and again, is your only purpose in life right now.
“Maybe next time,” he mumbles darkly into your ear, “you’ll fucking do something,” he bites your ear lobe when you squeeze his dick a bit too good, “when your husband is threatened with the dungeons.”
His dick keeps hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, your sweaty skin clinging to each other as he rams himself in and out of you.
“But then again,” he turns your head a little as best he can, “this is what you wanted. You wanted punishing for being a bad fucking wife.”
Tears are falling down your cheeks at this point and you’re so fucking close, not that you can tell him, he’s still muffling your noises with his hand and the only sounds filling your ears are Jeonghan’s grunts and the sound of your sopping pussy as he hammers into you.
“You’re lucky,” he swallows his hips getting unsteady, letting you both know he’s close, “I’m so good to you. Aren’t I my love? I’m always ready to help you see the error of your ways.”
He smacks down into you again and again, your ass jiggling as he does from the force of it and all it takes is one particularly hard thrust and you clench down so hard on him that you both cum at the same time. You feel him empty his balls deep inside you as warmth takes over your body once again. His hips are sloppy as he rides you both through it, his hand still over your mouth to muffle your moans but his other hand holds yours tight in his, letting you know already that he’s there even before your high has fully subsided.
“Good girl,” he groans as his hips slow and you start to twitch a little in over stimulation. “Did so well for me, my love.”
He presses little featherlight kisses up and down your neck as he finally comes to a stop and slowly pulls out of you and rolls over onto his back.
“Come on,” he says softly, as he moves as close to you as possible, lifting your arm over his stomach then he can hold you. “There you go, you did so good for me princess,” his fingers soothe your hair as you try to regulate your breathing and snuggle closer to him.
“That was,” you say, voice a little gravelly from the grip he had on your throat, “so amazing.”
He can feel your smile against his skin and you know damn well he’s beaming up at the ceiling looking pretty pleased with himself.
“Well it was when you finally did as you were told.”
You sit up to give him your best stern look, him faltering slightly and showing you that your gormless, loveable husband is fully back with you.
“And if you weren’t so ridiculous, you wouldn’t be in the dungeon in the first place!”
“I did genuinely think I’d done a good job with the carving.” He mumbles.
“Hey,” you sit up and smush his cheeks together, “you did better than any of us could do and I love that you even tried. I love how much you always try.”
You giggle when he tries to smile even though you’re smushing his cheeks together.
“But we do need to change the rocking horse.” You kiss him and settle back into your rightful spot on his chest.
“I think perhaps we ask the carpenter to come in and fix it,”
“Maybe you could start some lessons with him, you could try and make another one when you’ve learnt the craft.” You say as you draw patterns on his stomach.
“I won’t have time. I’m planning on starting tapestry making with the girls tomorrow, and our nephew if he’d like to.”
You bite your tongue, knowing full well last time he tried any sort of sewing, his hands were bandaged for a week. But he wants to do it and you know that your daughters are lucky to have a father who tries so hard for them and so you keep your reservations to yourself.
“They’d like that dearest,” you snuggle in closer to him, “we’re all very lucky to have you.”
oh im so in love with him he's such a silly guy!! you're so right everyone loves him that's just the kind of guy he is 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️ also i wouldn't mind carrying his children multiple times if he's the father esp now that he's so muscley wow i have nothing appropriate to say 🥴😵💫
ugh this is sooooo good so delish yums you can't tell me he's not a freak good lord i want him so bad is that too much to ask for 😭 he can do whatever he wants to me im ready for the nda 🥰
Synopsis ✨ You've been stuck in this damn castle for years, the best friend of the Princess. But when a suitable(ish) gentleman finally asks for your hand in marriage, her brother stops you. You've always hated each other, so why is he stopping you leaving?!
Genre ✨ Enemies to Lovers, fantasy au, angst, fluff, smut
Warnings ✨ angst, OC is called a slut (not in a hot way), violence (a sort of sword fight), old fashioned views on marriage, misogynistic language (not Seokmin), OC and Seokmin are both inexperienced, unprotected sex (it is the medieval times), oral m. recieving, face fucking, slight nipple play, p in v sex, cream pie, angst with a happy ending
Word Count ✨ 11k
a/n ✨ I have LOVED writing this and it took everything in me to keep it at 11k, but I hope you love Prince Seokmin as much as I do.! (:
Jeonghan's story in this universe
It's only when you stop to think about your life, living in a castle, best friend to the Princess of the Kingdom that you come to realise..... Life is still shit.
Yes, you eat well, dress well, learn to read, write and dance (luxuries not afforded to many girls), spend your days embroidering flowers you can't stand. But with all that, comes one thing that always dampens your mood.
Seokmin.
The Prince and heir to the throne. That is if they manage to find a thrown large enough to take the weight of his enormous head.
To the rest of the land, he was Prince charming. He gave to the elderly, donated gold to help the orphan children, he even gives the wild boar a royal pardon when he's been hunting. Such is the kindness of the great Prince Seokmin.
But to you, he is a shit of the highest order of shittery.
For years he's spent his time pulling your hair, constantly asking you what you were reading and then hiding the book so you can't finish it, poking you, telling everyone you still sleep with the candle burning because you're scared of the dark. Anything he could do to make your life that bit harder, he did it.
And he enjoyed it. When he becomes King, it wouldn't surprise you if he decided to get you a funny hat and make you his court jester.
That's why today, your life is going to change for the better.
Your parents had been best friends of the King and Queen since you were born and when you were 10, they sent you to live with them. Deciding that staying in your humble abode (still a ten-bedroom castle, but smaller than the Royal Castle by some margins) wasn't an option, they said you needed variety, a chance to become a proper lady.
And what does a proper lady need? A proper gentleman. So today, that's who you're meeting.
Lord Eghart, from a foreign land you can't remember the name of. But apparently, they have the finest silks in the world and excellent cakes covered in syrup, so you really don't care where he's from.
You're sat waiting in the rose garden, one of your favourite spots to sit and read. The smells fill your senses and it's usually quiet, standing some way from the castle, more towards the woods.
Heavy footsteps sound on the small stones that line the paths and you take a deep breath to steady yourself. It's a big thing, meeting your husband to be for the first time!
You pretend to keep reading your book. Your tutor had told you years ago to always remain demure. And once you'd managed to find out what that meant, you made it your mission to try and behave like the perfect lady. Most of the time. Sort of.
"Lady _____?"
Your heart pounds in your chest, he sounds kind. His voice soft and gentle as he says your name.
You raise your eyes slowly, trying to add some allure to them so as to entice your new fiancé.
Your eyes meet. And fuck he's......dreadful.
Your parents said he was 32?! So then why does this man in front of you, look about 62?! He's bald, except for one small clump of hair in the middle of his head and his two front teeth are missing.
They told the truth in one respect. Wherever he's from certainly does have the finest silks, if his clothes are anything to go by. But why he's decided to wear every colour of them, in one go, is beyond you.
"Lady _____?"
Shit. You're just sat staring. He might be odd but he's still a lord.
"Yes!" You shoot to your feet, book falling to the floor, "Nice to meet you, my lord."
You dip into your deepest curtsy. Mainly to show your respect but also to pick up your book off the floor, in the most lady like way you can in these awful corsets.
"Shall we take a walk, my dear?"
You try not swat the man right on his bald head with your book, for calling you dear. But you agree none the less, he is your betrothed after all.
"How was it?"
Your best friend is sitting by the fire in the library when you come back from your torture walk. Your silk skirts swish as you stomp, mind fogged with anger at this clear betrayal from your parents.
In the time you've spent with him you've learnt that, as he's missing so many teeth, Lord Eghart has seen fit to lose any modicum of dental hygiene. He only cares about his horses and his pet crocodile he was given by an Emperor of a land, even further away than his. He only eats rabbit meat. And he likes to decide what you will eat. To that, you almost made your tongue bleed from biting it, wanting to tell him where he could shove his damn crocodile. But knowing a lady must smile and nod.
"He's horrible. An ogre would have been more suitable." You throw yourself in the chair, skirts rising and falling as you do.
"You'd be well suited then."
Seokmin. If you'd have known he was in here, you'd have told his sister all the gossip later, after dinner. You don't need him laughing at you.
So, you choose to ignore him. Stare at the fire wondering how long it would take you to run away from here and back to your parents.
"He can't have been that bad _____. You're 29 now anyway, surely anyone is better than no-one."
You hate that. Just because you're 29 doesn't mean you need to marry. Seokmin is 29. He isn't being forced to get married yet. But then men don't have to bear children, the only thing people these days think women are good for.
"He was missing his front teeth, told me he'd be deciding my meals and is bald. Not to mention hideous."
You note Dahye, your supposed best friend, is biting her lips trying not to laugh. It's alright for her, she married Jeonghan years ago and has been happily popping out babies for years. And what sickens you is that they're still besotted with each other.
"Yet another man you've scared away." Seokmin sighs, revelling in your misery as he sits on the bench that runs around the fire.
"I haven't scared him away," you snarl. "I've got a week left here, whilst he does business with your parents, and then I'm gone. Married to someone who'll make me eat rabbits or no doubt feed me to his crocodile."
"His crocodile?!"
You can't help but chuckle at Dahye's face. She looks horrified at the very idea of someone owning such a vicious pet.
"You're leaving?!"
You both turn to look at Seokmin, who's now standing imposingly in front of the fire.
"Yes. In a week. I'm sure you'd like me to hurry it up, but you'll have to take that up with your parents, the King and Queen."
"But you just said how dreadful he was. You always say no when you don't like them. You never like them."
"We can't all be Princes and do as we please. I have to marry him, my parents have arranged it."
"Then say no."
"Did you not hear what I just said Prince Big Head?"
"Better than being Lady.... Lady.... Fuck never mind."
He struts off out of the library, leather boots making a loud thudding noise on the stone floor, as you and Dahye smirk at each. You presume she's smirking because you've managed to outsmart her brother, yet again. But what you don't realise, is that Dahye is smirking because she knows this little turn of events may be the one thing that will finally push her brother into actually telling you he loves you.
You hate breakfast. It's the one meal a day where you have to eat with the whole family. And now that sadly, because he's a guest, includes Lord Eghart.
Your body stiffens as he enters the room. There being two free chairs and knowing he'll be making his seedy way over to you. But just as he spots you, you feel woosh of air and someone lands next to you.
"What are you doing?" You murmur to a disinterested Seokmin.
"Sitting at the table to eat my eggs. Is that a crime?"
"No. But I think I'm meant to sit next to Lord Eghart."
"Then he can ask me to move. It's not like I want to sit next to you and have to smell your foul perfume anyway."
You frown at him, well more the side of his face, you never asked him to sit there. He could have sat at the other free chair across the table from you. And he knows Lord Eghart would never ask a Prince to move from his seat.
"Good morning my dear."
Your mouth opens as the Lord takes his seat, a little put out at his placement around the table.
"Good morning." Seokmin replies.
You, his parents, Dahye and Jeonghan give him a confused look.
"O-oh," Lord Eghart stutters, "I meant my d-dear Lady _____."
Seokmin looks at him, or more specifically through him.
"Oh," he hums, "I presumed, as you'd greeted my parents, the King and Queen, you were following the correct order of things. And addressing your superiors in order and thus, calling me, my dear." He points his fork to himself before taking a bite, looking at Lord Eghart, almost daring him to look away.
Seokmin had never enforced his power and hierarchy on anyone. He'd never even stopped you answering him back. For him to be this way, is completely out of the ordinary.
“Seokmin!” His mother scolds, before turning to Lord Eghart, “I am sorry, he’s normally very amenable.”
“No, he’s right!” Lord Eghart recovers quickly, “The order of things is there for a reason, apologies everyone.”
You all send him a half-assed smile and turn your attention back to your lunch.
The Queen and Dahye send each other knowing looks, Jeonghan spotting it straight away and looking more than baffled by this weird new form of mind reading that he’s clearly not privy to. You, on the other hand, push eggs round your plate, staring at the man you are about to marry. How has it come to this? Married to an old man, in a place you won’t know, without your friends or your books. Your parents seem far away now, and they’re only a two-day horse ride away. Now you’ll be a three-week boat journey away. You’ll probably never seem them again. Never see Seokmin again. You might revel in annoying him but in a weird way, you love him.
Shit. You love Seokmin.
Your fork drops to the gold plate in front of you, causing everyone to jump, you included.
“S-sorry! Just got a little distracted, I didn’t sleep well.”
“This is why when we arrive home, my dear, you’ll follow a strict bedtime. 8pm sharp and then 9pm to sleep.”
You try not to grimace at the leering smile he sends you. An hour? An hour in bed with him. Fuck, thank god you didn’t eat your eggs, they’d surely be back on your plate by now.
“And then early to rise in the morning, a nice bowl of salted porridge and then you’ll be off into your quarters for the day.”
The whole family look at him in horror. The King looks ready to send him to the gallows.
“Sounds lovely.” You murmur before returning to moving your eggs around your plate.
You’re in no position to piss him off. But what you wouldn’t give to throw your gold plate at him.
“I think I’m going to head for a walk, if that’s ok with your majesties?” You turn to the King and Queen who are still sharing horrified looks with Dahye and Jeonghan about Lord Eghart. Seokmin is simply sat, leaning back in his chair, arms folded and looking off into the distance.
“Of course, _____.” The King averts his eyes to you, sending you the kindest smile he can muster at the moment, “Fresh air will wake you up!”
You nod and smile but make quick work of leaving the table. You curtsey as you leave, making sure to also repeat the gesture to Lord Eghart, ignoring the way his eyes only look at your breasts as you dip into it.
The silence at the table is palpable.
“Let me show you my hounds Lord Eghart.”
“O-oh. I haven’t managed to eat anything yet my Prince.”
Seokmin doesn’t care, he stands and walks off, knowing that Lord Eghart will be left with no choice but to follow him.
The others watch as Lord Eghart waddles after Seokmin, like the sniffling creature he is.
“Father, she cannot marry him! She’s my dearest friend! You’ve always said she’s like a daughter to you!”
“And she is! But she’s 29, way past the age of most young ladies looking for a suiter, and she’s said no to everyone else! Her father cried to me when he told me of the match, but what are we to do!”
“But he’s going to control what she eats, when she sleeps, locking her in a room all day! And I do not even want to imagine what will happen in that hour between going to bed and sleeping!”
“I agree with Dahye,” the Queen nods, “this is too much. Her mother must be beside herself with worry! Hell, I’m not even her mother and I am bordering on tears!”
“I know my opinion doesn’t go for much, not since I had the idea about painting the horse’s manes,” the King rolls his eyes at Jeonghan, remembering the chaos of the last jousting tournament where the horses looked more like mythical beasts than noble stallions. “But are we not missing the very obvious fact, that I’ve literally just thought of?”
“Which is?”
“Seokmin. He could marry _____.” He looks around his family, “What?! Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“Do you not think we’ve thought about that. He’s loved her since they were children. And vice versa.”
“WHAT?!”
“You’re a very stupid man at times Jeonghan,” the King shakes his head.
“Why did no-one tell me?!”
“You’ve lived in this castle since your eighteenth birthday! And it’s taken you this long to see it?!”
“I’m just saying, someone could have told me.” Jeonghan pouts, his wife soothing him with a hand on his back. “Surely then, there’s the answer.”
“Neither of them will admit it.” The Queen sighs, throwing her linen napkin on her plate in defeat.
“You’re the King and Queen, can’t you just tell them?”
“They need to see it on their own. I always thought they would. Now it’s too late.”
“I don’t know,” Dahye smirks, all of them snapping their eyes to her, “he was so angry yesterday, I have a suspicion that this may just have been the thing that makes him do something.”
“Feed Lord Eghart to his hounds judging by how fast he marched him out of here.”
“That’s not a bad idea Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan smiles proudly, having finally, after twelve years of being his son-in-law, given the King a good idea.
“Would her parents be angry though? If the engagement to Lord Eghart were to be broken?”
“Her parents would dance in the town square and give all their servants the week off, in celebration of that engagement being broken.”
“Then let's all hope Seokmin does something.”
After your walk, you’d spent most of the day packing your belongings. Four ornately carved trunks stood piled high in the corner of the room, only keeping the essentials left to pack the closer your impending doom got.
Things may have gone a little quicker if every little thing didn't remind you of what you were leaving behind. A small fox carved from wood by the King himself on your twentieth birthday lay next to the tapestry the Queen and your mother had created together one summer. And next to both of those was a flower crown you'd made with Dahye, which you'd dried and kept in a small diary. All little bits of your life that you felt were insignificant, now only made tears well in your eyes each time you saw them.
You sit on the bench near the window, overlooking the gardens, noting it's been oddly quiet in the castle all day. You'd have thought Lord Eghart would have been to find you at some point, even Dahye perhaps, but no-one had ventured to find you all day.
It's only when you're pondering whether to take another walk to fill in the dreariness of the day, that you hear hurried footsteps in the hall way.
Before you can even make it to the threshold, a frantic Jeonghan bursts through the wooden door.
"_____, hurry up! And bring everything you need, Lord Eghart says you're to go with him now!"
"W-what??! I can't go now! I haven't said goodbye, I haven't......"
"Just hurry! His servant will come up to get your trunks!"
He runs off before you can even garner any sort of explanation from him, so you've no choice but to follow him. You get your cloak, sparing the room you love so much one last glance, trying to be brave and not shed any tears, before leaving your old life behind to rush after Jeonghan.
You descend the stone stairs, entering the great hall to say goodbye to the King and Queen and thank them for everything they've done for you. But what you find, shocks you beyond words.
The King and Queen appear the be huddled in the corner talking about something frantically, whilst Dahye tries to talk to Seokmin. You're not sure you've ever seen him looking so angry, his cheeks flushed, breathing ragged and paying little attention to what his sister is saying to him.
You don't even get a chance to speak before your arm is grabbed and you're being dragged roughly towards the large double doors, that lead out of the great hall.
"What are you doing?!" You can't help but scream, not expecting to be dragged in such a manner, Lord Eghart's fingers bruise your skin as he tries to pull you along with him.
"WE ARE LEAVING THIS GOD FORSAKEN CASTLE. YOU ARE TO BE MY WIFE AND I WILL NOT BE DISRESPECTED LIKE THIS."
Just then another hand grabs your other arm and pulls you towards them, and somehow they manage to break you free from Lord Eghart. Or rather his releases your arm without a fight.
The sound of metal sliding on metal slices through the air and you spin to find Seokmin baring his sword at Lord Eghart.
"She is to be my wife! You have done quite enough for one day, I will not stop without taking what is mine!"
"What is yours?"
Seokmin says it calmly. Too calmly. Slowly circling Lord Eghart who's fumbling to get his own sword out.
"Yes, what is mine," he spits, getting his feeble excuse for a sword out of its sheath, "I have arrangements with her parents. She is mine. She belongs to me."
"You see," Seokmin pretends to lunge forward with his sword making Lord Eghart stumble back slightly, "I've known _____ for many years. Too many years, some might say. And I know, she cannot belong to anyone. Certainly not some idiot who cannot find his way out of a room on his own."
Even the King looks apprehensive to interrupt whatever the hell is going on here. What has made Lord Eghart react like this? Yes. He isn't pleasant. But you didn't think he could be so cruel as to manhandle you the way he just has been doing.
"FIND MY WAY OUT OF A ROOM?! YOU CALL LOCKING SOMEONE IN A DUNGEON AND ATTACHING THE KEY TO ONE OF YOUR HOUNDS, NOT BEING ABLE TO GET OUT OF A ROOM?!"
Well, that would do it.
Seokmin locked him in a dungeon? What is he thinking?! Why is he acting like this at all, he hates you, surely, he wants you gone. You'd have thought he found it quite entertaining that you were being married off to such a man.
"The door closed of its own accord." Seokmin shrugs. "How was I to know that you weren't still walking behind me?"
Another lunge and Lord Eghart falls to the ground.
"Son, that is enough. Let them go."
The King rushes towards him whilst the Queen rushes to you and Dahye, arms wrapping around you both to keep you close.
"Father did you not see the way he hurt her?!"
You appreciate Dahye trying to help but it seems Lord Eghart has been disrespected. And so now you're going to face the consequences, as his wife to be.
"I will do what I like to her!!!"
He barely gets chance to finish his sentence before Seokmin kicks him to the ground, kneeling over him with his sword to his throat.
"You will do no such thing, you will turn around, mount your horse and fuck off back to whatever hole you crawled out of."
Seokmin's voice is laced with venom, angling the sword a little so it nearly cuts the skin.
"I will..... I will not." He gasps for breath. "I will have what's mine."
"SHE IS NOT YOURS."
Seokmin's scream silences the whole hall. Jeonghan turning to look at him, in astonishment, alongside the King. The queen holding you and Dahye that bit closer.
Your heart feels like it may break out of your chest.
"You will leave. You will leave on your own and you will never return to this land. If you do, I will make sure that everyone knows that not only are you abusive, but you are a thief."
Panic flashes in Lord Eghart's eyes, the King turning to his son.
"What do you mean?"
"Lord Egg-head here has a trunk full of gold that he didn't arrive with. So not only was he taking my _____, but he was also taking your gold, father."
Did you hear that right? Nobody else has reacted at all, too stunned about the gold. His _____. Seokmin's _____. You can feel your heartbeat in your feet it's hammering that strongly.
Seokmin's _____.
You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Lord Eghart calling you his made you want to vomit, but Seokmin? You know he doesn't truly mean he owns you, just that you're his.
And you suppose you always have been.
You've both always been each other’s.
All those years he's let you get away with speaking to him like he was a stableboy rather than a Prince. And he's made your life hell but in a way that you couldn't live without it.
"I'll go!"
"Oh, nooow you'll leave?" Seokmin smirks, angling the sword perilously close to Lord Eghart's jugular. "And _____?"
"The slut can stay here."
The sword is thrown to the side and about two seconds later a loud crack rings around the room. You've never heard a bone break before, you're not sure it's a sound you ever want to hear again. But the fact it's Lord Eghart's bones that have broken does bring you some satisfaction.
Jeonghan and the King pull Seokmin off the Lord before he breaks something more than his nose.
"YOU EVER UTTER ANOTHER WORD LIKE THAT AGAIN, ABOUT HER, AND I WILL CUT EACH FINGER OFF YOU AND FEED THEM TO MY HOUNDS."
Jeonghan is wrestling with Seokmin, trying to stop him from getting any closer to Lord Eghart.
"Knights!!" The King only has to speak once before ten knights enter the room at speed. "Arrest him, put him back where my son had him earlier today. He'll be tried and then the Lords of the Land can decide what happens to him."
"You can't do that! My people will rebel!" Lord Eghart splutters out as two knights drag him to his feet.
"Your people will be glad to see the back of you. You forget, my brother is husband to your Queen. I know your reputation and I know your countrymen would be pleased if you never returned. I don't know who you bribed to get Lady _____'s hand in marriage but it ends now. You end now. Take him."
The King turns his back on Lord Eghart who's desperately trying to break free from the knights and quickly approaches you.
"I am sorry I ever let it get this far _____. You are free to stay here or go to your parents if you wish. I only beg your forgiveness for allowing any of this to happen."
You avert your eyes to the King, having never taken them off Seokmin.
"T-thank you, your majesty. I think...... I think I will tell you tomorrow. If that pleases you?"
"Anything my dear."
He looks around the room, seemingly trying to figure out what exactly should happen now, but catches his wife's eye.
You don't miss how she gestures to him, her daughter and son-in-law to leave the room with her. All of them realising what's happening. Except, of course, Jeonghan.
"Let’s go then!" The King tries to hurry them out of the room, looking between Seokmin, who's sitting against the wall, and yourself.
"But I'd quite like to know how he knew about the gold! Damn good luck he did, if you ask me, I need to order new leathers!"
"Come. On." The King grabs the back of Jeonghan's leather waist coat, both of them following the Queen and Dahye out of the hall.
Silence falls and Seokmin doesn't even spare you a glance. Just sits with his head in his hands against the finely decorated wall.
Worry overtakes you. Did you even hear what he said properly? There was so much happening, it's completely understandable you've made a mistake. Perhaps he meant our _____, you have lived here in the castle for some years now, all of them treating you no less than family.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
You jump a little at the sound of his voice.
"I didn't know if I should stay. Didn't know if I heard you right."
He looks at you, tears streaming down his cheeks and your heart cracks, much like Lord Eghart's nose.
You make your way over to sit with him. If you're his, he surely won't mind you sitting with him. You lower yourself to the ground, once again damning the day someone invented the fucking corset you're made to wear, day in day out.
"Why don't you just not wear one?"
Curse him for knowing you so well.
"Because I'm a lady and so I need to dress as such."
He peers at you out the corner of his eye, a sad smile on his face.
"I've seen you attack a turkey leg, you're not much of a lady."
You don't answer him. Instead, you reach into your dress pocket and pull out your embroidered handkerchief.
"Here."
"It's ok."
"Will you just take it. Please. I hate seeing you cry."
Seokmin takes it but not without a roll of his eyes. Stubborn idiot. Although you do feel your heart flutter a little when instead of giving it back to you, he places it in his own pocket.
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Does it matter if I did. You hate me. We hate each other."
"I don't hate you."
He looks at you sceptically.
"I think hate turned to love a long time ago."
The silence worries you. Have you said too much? Shown your hand too soon? He said you were his, he never mentioned anything of love.
"I've loved you since I was a boy. Just never knew how to tell you."
"Typical," you roll your eyes, playfully, "always have to do one better than me."
He just smiles, picking at a thread on his boots.
"How did you know about the gold?"
"I didn't. He just looked like a thief, and it turns out I was right."
You squint at him, thoroughly unconvinced of his mind reading skills.
"Some gold fell out of his pocket. Gold with our emblem on, not his own." He concedes.
"And why did you lock him in the dungeon?"
"I couldn't let a man like that take you. I couldn't let any man take you."
"Why?"
He turns to you, a look of loveable annoyance on his face.
"Why do you have to ask such ridiculous questions?! I've just said I love you and you persist in being irritating."
You can't help but grin at him, your heart fluttering wildly at yet another confession of love.
"I may love you. But I love annoying you more than anything."
He sighs, shaking his head that even now, you're the same irritating _____.
"I just.... I couldn't cope with the idea of you not being here. Every time a suitor came along before, you'd always said no. Now you were given no chance to say no, and I couldn't imagine a world without you in it. I don't even know why, I thought you'd just always be here. I'm my head it was always us here with my sister and Jeonghan, until our dying days."
You never imagined such honesty from him. He'd always been playful, but proud. Never wanting to show too much of himself. The fact he's sitting here with you now, telling you things you never thought you'd hear, makes your whole world shake.
"I never thought I'd leave either. I guess I thought we'd just bicker our way into a grave."
His laugh is like ecstasy in your veins, especially after the events that have just unfolded.
"What happens now?"
Why is he asking you?! He's the Prince.
"How am I meant to know?! I've never been in love before! Should we...."
"Outside of marriage?!"
"I was going to say court. Plan a wedding? But if your mind is heading straight to the sewers, I'll leave now!"
You pretend to get up, knowing full well you both know you're joking. Before he holds you arm to keep you next to him.
"Marriage sounds good."
Well, how very romantic.
You stare at him, disgust on your face.
"What?" He asks, defensively.
"That is how you propose? Like you're deciding between having goose or pheasant for your supper?"
"I literally locked a Lord in a dungeon for you!"
"I never asked you to! And that's hardly romantic either! Jeonghan lit three thousand candles to propose to your sister and quilted her a throw!"
"Jeonghan got servants to light those candles, spent two weeks apologising to them and offering to do their chores because they burnt their hands, and his mother quilted that throw."
"But he thought about it?" You say in horror. "You've just seen it as an afterthought!"
He glowers at you. You're not sure whether you want to jump on him or slap him as he launches himself to his feet.
"Right. Fine. Stand up."
"I'm not standing up for nothing, not in this corset. It had better be worth it Seokmin."
"You are an infuriating woman."
He holds his hand out for you, a silent promise that it will be worth it.
Your breath hitches when, as soon as you stand, he kneels to the ground on one knee, hand still holding yours.
He's silent for a moment, eyes taking you in like he can't believe this is finally happening.
"_____, since I was a boy, I have thought you to be the most intelligent, beautiful, most incredible woman I've ever met. You put up with my nonsense, challenge me in ways I didn't know I needed and make me excited to leave my bed chamber everyday, because I know I will get to spend the day with you. When I thought I'd lost you, when that man was going to take you away from us, I couldn't stand it. I have never felt fear like it and I never want to feel that way again. I never wish to be apart from you, nor wish to think about it. Will you please do me the honour, of being my wife?"
You hate him. You thought it was going to be a simple proposal, you weren't expecting all that.
"Can I take those tears as a yes?"
"Hm-mm," you nod, wiping your eyes.
He rushes to his feet, arms wrapping around you to spin your round in the air.
"I love you." He says once he places you on the floor, head pulling back to look at you.
"I love you too."
You can't believe you actually get to feel his hair under your fingers tips as you hold each other as close as you can.
"Can I?"
"I've never kissed anyone." Ladies aren't allowed to be alone with most men, let alone kiss them. "I don't want to do it wrong."
"I don't care, just let me finally feel your lips on mine."
His lips find yours, it's tentative, both of you clearly nervous but once the initial embarrassment subsides you find you like having his lips on yours. Seokmin deepens the kiss, hands pulling you impossibly closer to him by your waist. Your lips move with each like it's the most natural thing in the world, like it's what you should have been doing all along. You'd read about kissing in books, but never did you think it could feel like this, your whole body is on fire as he tongue enters your mouth, tongues dancing slowly as your fingers still play with his hair.
You've no idea how long you stand there, wrapped in each other senses, but it's only when Jeonghan enters the grand hall again that you finally pull away from each other.
"Sorry!" He covers his eyes, tripping slightly as he tries to move closer to you, "it's just we all sort of want to know what's happening and they sent me to find out. I'll go and tell them."
"No!" Jeonghan jumps slightly causing him to nearly fall to the ground. You rush forward to get him, holding his arm to steady him.
"Sorry."
"No, I didn't mean to shout, sorry Jeonghan. It's just, I'd like to tell them myself. For both of us to tell them ourselves."
Jeonghan's smile is wide, as though the kiss he saw wasn't quite confirmation enough.
"I'm so pleased for you!"
He hugs you both together in a bone crushing hug. Seokmin pats his back awkwardly as Jeonghan hums into the embrace that's going on just a bit too long at this point.
"Shall we go then?"
You can't help but giggle at Seokmin trying to hurry this up in the nicest way he can.
"Sure, sorry. Just I didn't know anything about this till this morning! They'd all known years apparently, could have told me."
His pout soon turns to wide eyed panic when he sees the looks on your faces. They'd always known?!
"Let’s go find them" Seokmin sighs, taking your hand.
You and Jeonghan share a smile at the gesture, whilst you desperately try to will yourself not to squeal and skip out the hall in happiness.
"Do you think the kitchens have any of that blackberry dessert wine left? My nerves are dangerously close to the edge."
"Probably Jeonghan." You soothe.
"Good, that's good. I've had a hell of day."
You smile knowingly at Seokmin who just rolls his eyes. Happy in the knowledge that you never have to leave this place and your family ever again.
"Why must he paint animals? What is wrong with his brain that his default thing to do for a grand occasion, is to paint animals?"
You can't help but fall into another fit of giggles at the memory of twelve gold swans marching around the grand hall, wreaking havoc wherever they went.
Your wedding day had been perfection. The ceremony had taken place in the gardens, the roses all being in full bloom and so as you uttered your vows to each other, the scent of roses filled your senses. You can't help but think that from now on, that scent will bring you straight back to that moment where you were finally his and he was finally yours.
It had taken two months to arrange everything, your parents had arrived two weeks ago to oversee the final arrangements. Both of your sets of parents were thrilled that they were, finally, truly family in every sense of the word. Your father's hunted for wild boars during the day whilst you all rushed around the castle making sure every little last thing was perfect.
The grand hall had been decorated to within an inch of its life. Gold silk was draped from every available point and green velvet covered the two thrones that stood beside the King and Queen’s. After the wedding ceremony, you were officially crowned Princess. You and Seokmin taking your seats beside the King and Queen, knowing one day it would be you two that took their place.
The Queen and your mother had gifted you a gold and emerald tiara, a gift you said was far too grand but wore proudly with your cream silk gown. Lavender, the flower of your home, and roses, the flower of Seokmin's, were embroidered onto the train and the emblem of your parent's house and the royal emblem where delicately added with gold thread.
Your maid had spent two hours ornately styling your hair to make sure it would withstand a day of dancing and drinking but still be strong enough to hold the tiara in place. The poor girl was so tired by the end of it, you let her have a nap in your bed chambers and found her a slice of the wedding cakes that had been made as test recipes.
After all the ceremonies, came the part you'd been looking forward to most. The feast and dancing. Six hogs had been roasted, hundreds of guests lined the wooden tables and mead and wine was a plenty. You sat at the top table with your loved ones and felt nothing but love as you looked around the room.
That is until Jeonghan's grand surprise. Gold swans. Which apparently, where he comes from, signify peace and prosperity. His parents, once they'd gotten over the shock of whatever their son was doing, had said it's traditionally doves that signify peace and prosperity. And gold had nothing to do with it.
But he ushered them into the hall anyway, his two daughters following after him giggling away because they think their father is the greatest man in the kingdom.
The swans had no interest in being introduced to you or anyone, they set off waddling around the hall in a pack, feathers still wet from whatever concoction he'd made to turn them gold. Not a single person left the banquet without being tarnished with gold paint and the head housekeeper was furious at the golden swan footprints that lay on every inch of the stone floor.
Ladies screamed and men bared their swords as Seokmin and Dahye tried to wrangle the swans, the children and a frantic Jeonghan, out of the hall. But not even a swan-based disaster could ruin your day, if anything you revelled in the chaos of it. Knowing that if you’d have been shipped off to marry Lord Eghart, you’d have never had so much fun in your life, ever again.
Jeonghan's father had said he wouldn't blame the King if he put Jeonghan in the stocks. Even suggested the head housekeeper should get to throw the first piece of rotten veg at him for the sheer amount of cleaning everyone is going to have to do.
"He just likes to make things unforgettable!"
You laugh even harder at Seokmin's face.
"Unforgettable?! It will certainly be that! Every single guest is covered in gold paint! How did he even get them that covered in it?! Fucking stupid man."
"You love him."
"I do." He sighs.
He sits on the bed next to you. He looks relaxed, like his whole life has been leading up to this moment and now he's here, he's going to fully enjoy the life he's got ahead of him.
You, on the other hand, have been dreading this moment.
This is the first time you've stayed in your new, shared, bed chambers. They'd been designed and re-decorated to both your specifications. It was large, airy, but with luscious throws and furs scattered everywhere, a large wooden four poster bed stood in the far end and a sumptuous sitting area with velvet goose feather cushions was in the centre. The windows overlooked the lake on one side, and the rose garden on the other. You'd be able to keep the wooden shutters open in the summer, but they were thick enough to keep the cold out a little in the winter. Although the large stone fireplace would keep you more than toasty when the winter snows arrived.
It wasn't the idea of sharing bed chambers that was worrying you. It was what that entailed. You'd spent many happy hours kissing and holding each other but nothing more than that. And you are well aware what tonight was going to entail.
You think.
You'd read about it in books, but never actually done anything. How are you given the opportunity to when you're not allowed to be alone with a man?!
You're certain Seokmin isn't as inexperienced as you though, he'd spent many an evening at the tavern in the nearby village. He's surely spent countless nights with a beautiful village girl or stunning noble woman who was passing through.
You had certainly climaxed before, normally to whatever you were reading that you found in a far end corner of the library. But never with anyone else.
"You know we don't have to do anything, right?"
"What?" He breaks you out of your thoughts.
The main purpose of people getting married is to provide an heir, surely that entails doing something.
"You're clearly overthinking this, we don't have to do anything if you're not ready."
"I'm just..... I'm worried, I'm not as experienced as you and..."
"I've never been with anyone." He frowns.
"You're a man. You've all been with someone. You go to the tavern, or you used to."
"I generally pay with gold, not my body."
You know he's trying to lighten the mood but to say you're shocked would be an understatement. You thought it was just what young men of his age did.
"I just thought you'd have laid with someone, that's all." You shrug, playing with your hands.
You don't mean for your voice to come out a quietly as it does, not wanting to show any more nerves than you already are. But he loves you, why are you so worried to share your worries and thoughts?
"I told you,” he takes your face in his hands, “I have loved you since I was a boy, I haven't looked at anyone else, bar you. And I'm the Prince and heir to this kingdom, I can't just be roaming the taverns, finding women to bed!"
"Many Princes do."
"Well not this one. I'm in the same boat as you. Don't get me wrong, I've got very good ideas about what I want us to do together."
His smirk makes you tingle, you've no doubt he's been thinking about this as much as you.
And you feel a little better knowing you're both in the same boat, both of you starting out on an even footing going into all this.
"I do want to do this. Tonight. I mean."
He stares at you, like he's trying to see whether you're just trying to do your wifely duty or if you really want this. Right now. With him.
"Are you sure?"
"I am. I love you and I trust you."
He leans into your touch when you hold his cheek, the fire reflects in his eyes as you take in the man that's now your husband.
"I love you too."
Your lips ghost his, the tension between you both is palpable, neither of you wanting to make the first move but wanting to do something more than ever.
“Stand up,” He whispers softly into your ear, placing a gentle kiss just under your ear lobe.
You rise slowly from the bed, your fingers shaking slightly as you turn to stand in front of him. Seokmin takes your waist, looking deeply into your eyes before he turns you around.
“Is this, ok?” He’s careful with his voice, noting the deep breath you took when you felt his fingers at the strings of the corset of your wedding dress.
“Yes,” you whisper back, torn between wanting to run and wanting to show the man you love everything he wants to see.
With every pull of the strings as he makes his way down your back, you feel your nerves weirdly leaving your body. It’s just you two here, two people who love each other and are going to give their bodies to each other in a way they never have with anyone else.
He moves the silk gown off your shoulders and onto the floor so that you can step out of it. Any care for the dress is lost when you turn back around to face him and see how his eyes shine bright with hunger. The only light in the room comes from the fire and various candles lit around the room and the way the fire currently illuminates you, Seokmin can see the silhouette of your body perfectly through the thin cotton under dress that you have on.
The way he’s looking at you bolsters your confidence and your hands reach down to pull the thin cotton smock off your body. Now standing completely naked in front of your husband, your nipples harden in the now cool air, and you find you don’t feel exposed or uncomfortable. You feel right, like this is exactly how this should be.
“You’re incredible.” He says in awe as his eyes run again and again up and down your body.
“Are you going to undress too?”
He doesn’t answer in words, simply stands to his feet, removing his shirt and undershirt and rushing to take off his leather slacks.
Your mind goes blank when he stands proudly, if not eagerly, in front of you.
Well, where the hell is that meant to go?!
Seokmin stands in front of you, completely bare and to say that he’s big would be an understatement. But is he even that big? It’s not like you’ve ever seen one, you once saw a diagram in a book about the human anatomy, but doctors have said that a lot of the anatomy books are to be taken with a pinch of salt, so you’re not even sure the drawing you saw was accurate.
Seokmin can sense you’re in your head and what better way to bring you back to him, than by holding the body he’s long admired.
His hands on your waist break your thoughts and before you can admonish him or worry about someone’s hands on your bear skin, his lips make contact with your neck, and you lose any worry that you mind held. His soft lips leave little pecks along your neck, making their way down towards you collar bones. Your pussy is wet between your legs, just from his lips on your skin and if you wait much longer you feel like you might burst.
Its time be brave _____.
You reach forward to take his cock into your hand, feeling pretty proud at the noise he lets out, somewhere between a groan and a high-pitched moan. Instinct takes over and you move your hand slowly up and down his length, you thought he had been fully hard when he revealed himself to you but to your horror it grows even larger in your hand.
Stop panicking _____. You’ve got this. It’s just Seokmin. Your Seokmin.
“Does that feel good?”
“Y-yeah,” his breath hitches, head resting on your shoulder as his hands move down to your ass.
You don’t know what takes over you, you want to feel him, to taste him, to know him.
Your knees hit the fur throw by your bed and a wide eyed Seokmin gawks down at you.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t to. I wanted to taste you but….” His voice trails off.
He says it almost bashfully, like he should be the one to do things to you first, with him being your husband. But you don’t care, you’re almost salivating at the sight in front of you, you just want him.
“I want to.”
You don’t wait for an answer, your tongue tentatively licks the tip, his taste lingering on your taste buds just a little. It isn’t an unpleasant taste like you always thought it would be. You lick again and note the way Seokmin’s hips stutter slightly. Yes, you may have never done this before, but it isn’t hard to figure out the basic logistics of what to do with a cock in your mouth. You wrap your lips around the bulbous tip, sucking gently before pulling back a little to check his reaction.
Seokmin’s eyes are closed, hands fiddling near his sides as he waits for you to carry on. And so, you do. Your lips wrap around his cock once more, hand pumping the base a little so none of it goes unnoticed, as you begin to move you head up and down his length.
Your thighs clench together when Seokmin’s hands come down into your hair, the way your mouth is moving along his cock making him lose all of inhibitions. Your hurry up your motions, hand pumping and tongue running along the base of his length every time you move your head.
Feeling brave you swirl your tongue around the tip, all the while sucking on it. Your pussy is dripping down onto fur throw at this point, the idea of you making him this hard, drives you wild. His taste is becoming more and more strong on your tongue and you’ve no intention of stopping until you taste everything he has to give you.
His hands grip your hair, you never thought someone pulling on your hair could feel so good but the way he’s doing it, like he’s so desperate he has to hold onto something, makes you clench around nothing. Seokmin begins to guide your movements, dragging your eager mouth and tongue around his pulsing length with so much force that he may as well be fucking himself into your mouth.
He’s using you, not a care in the world other than making himself release in your mouth and you fucking love it. Both of your hands rest on his thighs, letting him use you in any way he pleases, his cock hits the back of your throat but the sound of you gagging seems to pull him out of whatever haze he was in.
His hands leave your head, and you wobble to the ground a little, now you haven’t got him to hold onto when he moves back.
“What are you doing?!” You whine, trying to reach for him, desperate to feel him in your mouth again.
You don’t miss how he twitches at you whining, the little movement only bolstering your need for him even more.
“You liked that?”
He’s looking at you in horror and you don’t care for what reason, you just want his cock back in your mouth.
“Yes! Now come back, please Seokmin.”
You here him mumble something about perfection but you don’t care, his pink tip is oozing in your face and your only wish it to taste what’s escaping.
Seokmin pauses you though, chucking at the annoyed look that’s thrown at him from your spot on the fur throw.
“Can I?”
“Can you what?”
“Can I…..help? Like….move?”
“You want to fuck my face?”
“_____!!!”
“What?! I read Seokmin, and I have spoken to your sister about such things.”
“Never mention my sister and face fucking in a sentence every again please.” He grimaces. “But…yes.”
He looks like he’s asking cook for second helpings of dessert, wondering if he’s going to get told off.
You don’t know why. The idea of him using you like that makes you fucking drip.
You don’t answer him, just sit on your knees, mouth open and waiting for him.
“Fuck.”
He places his cock in your mouth, your lips wrapping around it greedily as you hum at the taste of him on your tongue again. His hands come back down to your head, holding the back of it as he tentatively moves his hips forward. He chuckles a little when he feels your hands on his thighs trying to make him move quicker. The muffled moan you let out when his tip kisses the back of your throat seems to be the only sign he needs to get moving.
His hips snap into your face, cock repeatedly hitting your throat, revelling in the way it tightens every time you gag around him. Your tongue still runs up and down the underside of his length as best it can at the speed his hips are moving and the way his hands grip your hair hurts so nicely that you clench repeatedly around nothing, thighs pressing together to relieve the ache.
You’re not sure what’s wetter, your pussy or your face. Tears stream down your cheeks and saliva runs down your chin as Seokmin keeps abusing your mouth. You’re certain he’s bruising your throat with the ferocity that his cock slams into it, but you don’t care, the only thing in your mind is his cock.
His movements are becoming erratic and his taste his overtaking your senses more and more, a couple more thrusts into your more than willing mouth and you feel something warm and salty hit the back of your throat. Seokmin holds your head so firmly against him that your nose meets the little patch of dark hair just above his cock. His hips twitch as he empies himself in your throat before cursing and quickly realising what he’s done.
You’re breathless when he finally releases you, swallowing on instinct because of how far inside you he was. But you wanted that, you wanted to taste him, to swallow.
But that seems to panic Seokmin.
“Shit,” he rushes to help you up off the floor, you having leant to the side a little to recover, “are you ok? I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?” You ask, once you’re back on the bed with him. “I wanted you to, I wanted everything.”
He stares at you, like he can’t believe his perfect _____ is talking like this.
“You’re filthy.” He smirks once the initial shock wears off.
“Is that a problem?” You raise your eyebrow in challenge.
“Absolutely not.”
You don’t get a chance to respond, he lunges forward, knocking you to lie down on the bed as his lips attack yours. He clearly doesn’t care that he can taste himself on your tongue judging from the way his own is demanding entry to explore your mouth. The kiss is needy and wanton, his tongue swirling round yours until he finally has to pull away for air.
“Can I return the favour?”
You do want that. At some point anyway. But not now, you want to feel what it’s like to have him inside you, to not know where you start and he ends.
“Do you think you’ll be ready to go again any time soon?”
You chance a look down and your heart leaps when you see he’s already half hard again. It drops slightly though when you turn your attention back to his face and he looks a little put out.
“I do want that, I just…I really want to feel what it’s like when you fill me up.”
Any disappointment is gone with the way you say that, his cock hardening that bit more.
“I could get there,” he smirks, taking you nipple into his mouth, air hitting your breast when he huffs out a laugh around it from the way you moaned.
His tongue swirls around your nipple the way yours did around the tip of his length before he releases it with a pop. The cool night air feels chillier against your wet nipple, making you impossibly wetter.
His fingers travel slowly downwards, his eyes finding yours as he makes his first contact with your sopping cunt. Fire roars in his eyes when he feels how wet you are for him, how much you want him.
“Me fucking your face made you this wet?”
“You make me this wet, Seokmin.”
His fingers pause what they were doing, and he moves away from you.
“Turn around.”
The sound of his dark voice sends a thrill straight to your pussy and you rush to turn around for him, presenting your dripping pussy to him happily. Your back arches, butt high in the air when his fingers find your pussy again.
You can tell he’s a little nervous, he’s moving his two fingers around slowly, waiting for the reaction he’s looking for. His fingers lightly run over your clit and the airy moan that leaves you tells him he’s found what he was looking for.
A little more pressure is added, Seokmin looking in wonderment at how much wetter you get for him every time he rubs your bundle of nerves just right. The sight of you, ready for him to take you, makes his cock twitch, him now fully hard again. How did he get such a perfect fucking wife?
“Are you ready? Are you sure it’s ok like this?”
“I’m ready. Just, go slow please, at first.”
“Of course, my love, just tell me if it hurts please.”
“I will, you whisper.”
A strange mixture of nerves and excitement course through you, not knowing what to expect but knowing, at this moment in time, you need him.
Your breath hitches when he lines himself up with your aching hole and you feel him near you for the first time. He waits a second, allowing you both to take a deep breath before he moves forward a little, his tip entering you just a tiny amount.
You wince a little, the feeling completely foreign. It’s a little painful, but you’re so wet that you feel like it’s going a little better than it may have gone with anyone other than Seokmin. He heard you wince though and so pauses, the tip just breaking through your clenching hole.
“Are you ok?”
His voice is strained, like it’s paining him to hold back.
“Just a little sore.”
“Shall we stop?” he rushes to say, the idea of you being in pain hurting him too.
“No, just move a little more, I’ll get used to it.”
“Ok,” he sighs, hand gently rubbing your thigh to steady you, and himself.
He pushes forward a little further and then a little further again before he moves back out a small amount. Tentatively he moves in and out slowly until eventually he’s fully inside you. Your tight hole clenching repeatedly around him in a way that makes his brain fog.
“Tell me when I can move,”
“Move now,” you moan, moving back a little needing to feel him.
And so, he does, he slowly fucks himself in and out of your sopping pussy, his cock making you feel things you never have before whilst you can do nothing but moan beneath him.
His fingers dig into your hips and his tests out thrusting just that bit harder. When you moan loudly into the feather mattress, he knows you need more, just like him. He holds you tight and slams his hips into you, cock plunging deep inside you as he tips greets a spot inside you that you didn’t know you had. Your fingers had certainly never found it, but Seokmin has and the feeling off his big cock hitting it repeatedly has you sobbing into the mattress.
He pulls you up, so your back meets his chest as his cock continues its assault on your drooling cunt, one hand on your hip and the other coming to toy with one of your pebbled nipples. His ragged breath in your ear only makes you clench down harder on him, your pussy leaking all over his cock.
“You feel so good my love, fuck I’d have told you years ago how I felt if I knew you felt like this.”
You don’t answer, just stammer out a moan and rest your head back on his shoulder.
Seokmin takes the opportunity to suck a mark on your neck, seeing as how you presented it to him so nicely. But it may have proved to be a mistake because the way your hole clenches around him brings him perilously close to cumming again.
“Are you close?”
No answer, just strangled moans as he impales you again and again on his throbbing length.
“My love,” his voice is strained, “are you going to cum for me? Cum all over my cock?”
“Mm-mm” you hum, eyes closed in ecstasy from the way his cock hits you and his fingers tug on your nipple.
“Me.” A hard thrust. “Too.” Another one and just like that you clench so hard around him that you push both of you into ecstasy.
You’ve never felt anything like it, your whole body feels like it’s being lit from within. Your fingers cling to the bed as tears fall down your cheeks and your thighs, the feeling of cumming around him like this brining you a feeling you never expected. You feel him empty himself deep inside you as he groans in your ear when he feels you cum all over his cock. He keeps moving as best he can, wanting to ride you through your high as your body shakes and twitches against his own, small moans leaving your pretty lips as his cock keeps getting you off even after his own release.
Seokmin holds you against him as you both come back down to reality, making sure you know he’s there for you after what’s just happened. The feel of his heartbeat against your back almost matches your own, like the two of your hearts belong together so much that even your heart beats thump together as one.
“Are you ok?”
His fingers run up and down your stomach, trying to soothe you and calm your breathing.
“Yes,” you whisper, trying to turn your head on his shoulder, to look at him, “are you?”
“I’m wonderful.” He beams down at you, kissing your nose.
You grimace a little when his soft length leaves you, Seokmin taking the opportunity to manoeuvre you both down onto the bed, pulling the silk throw over you the pair of you.
He stares down at you, moving a piece of hair off your sweaty forehead, looking at you like your eyes hold all the wonders of the world and he’s got his whole life to discover them.
“I’m so pleased Lord Eghart came.”
Any joy in his face vanishes with those words you utter.
“Don’t be like that! I just mean……. if he hadn’t have come here, we’d probably still be tearing shreds off each other. I doubt either of us would have confessed until we were eighty, if it wasn’t for him.”
“I guess so, at least he’s done one good thing in his rotten life.”
You can’t help but smile at how much Seokmin hates Lord Eghart.
“Never mention him again though,” he pouts, wrapping you in his arms and squeezing you so tight you might pop, “I want us only to be happy. To have a happy life and a happy Kingdom and do a lot more of what we’ve just done.”
“Well, we could,” you groan, “if you don’t break me first!”
His laugh fills your ears as he lets you go a little, but not completely.
“I mean it. We’ve wasted enough time being rotten to each other. Now we can look forward to life of pure happiness.” He beams at you.
“Is that right Prince Big Head?”
You move his hair out of his face as his smile turns into a frown, realising that you may be married, but you’ll still try your best to annoy him.
“It is, Princess Big Head.”
He’s very pleased with himself when he sees your horrified look. You don’t have it in you to stay angry at him though, not when his wide smile reflects your own as you cocoon yourselves in the silk throw, bodies moulding together as you drift off to sleep.
Perhaps life in this castle isn’t so bad after all. Not when your husband’s hands hold you tightly and you have a family around you that love you. Good old lord Eghart. May he rot in the dungeons.
Synopsis ✨ Your husband has always been a loveable idiot, rushing from one chaotic event to the other. But when your father, the King, sends him to the dungeons, it's you who deals with the consequences.
Genre ✨ established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings ✨ plot? there's hardly any, Jeonghan is a fool but a loveable one, Seokmin is reader's brother and heir to the throne, that's about it really- there is literally next to no plot
Smut warnings ✨ Dom Jeonghan, sub reader, she's a little bratty but mainly just a down bad sub for her man, public groping (there's no body around but it's the chance that there might be), he has a filthy mouth, spanking, choking, nipple play, she rides him (but he's not inside- I can't think of the word for it, she just uses him basically), dumbification (just a little), rough sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, after care, he's just a silly little guy who's a demon in the bedroom
Word count ✨ 5.7k
a/n: I've had this written for so long but I think I was ovulating or something, wrote it in a horny haze and then forgot it ever existed. So since my wips are pretty plot heavy, I've whipped up a header for whatever the hell this horny mess is.
This is the same universe as this Seokmin fic. Jeonghan is in it and it does give a good overview of what a gormless cutie he is, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone.
As the second born child of the King and Queen, and because your older brother was heir, your life had been easy in most senses. Yes, you had to be respectful and set a good example to the people of your Kingdom, but you never had that sense of foreboding or responsibility that your brother did. Seokmin took it all in his stride of course, going out with your father to meet the people, hosting banquets with neighbouring lords and ladies and even agreeing to meet a neighbouring princess from another kingdom in a bid for them to marry and strengthen relationships between the two kingdoms. It didn’t work out though, Seokmin was in love with your best friend and you were all just patiently waiting for them to figure it out.
But because you didn’t have a goal, or a purpose, life had started to become a little dull. You have everything around you that you could dream of, the finest silks, a maid who has your bath ready every evening by the fire in your quarters and every meal in the castle is like the average festive feast for a normal person. And yet everyday just felt like it was blurring into one. Wake up, do what princess’ do and then go to bed. It was the same everyday and you didn’t see it getting better anytime soon.
However on your twenty first birthday, your boring, monotonous days were about to come to a grinding halt.
Your parents had told you that they’d gone all out for your birthday feast and there’d be hundreds of people descending upon the palace to celebrate this momentous occasion with you and your family. This, you thought, was both a blessing and a curse. The amount of guests would mean that you’d get to hear stories of far off lands, the battles people had fought and won, the wonders they had seen and you’d be in awe of them. They’d brighten up the normal dull conversations that you’d had a million times with the same handful of people in this castle. But at the same time hearing those stories made you feel even worse about your dreary little life. No, you don’t want to fight a dragon like the prince from the kingdom across the sea did, but you would like the option.
Sadly for you though, every guest at that party had an average age of about 91 years of age and their stories were as boring as your life. That is until you spotted someone frantically trying to explain that he’d brought marzipan from his parents as a gift for the princess and it wasn’t his fault that the baker didn’t like him, and that the marzipan was absolutely not meant to be shaped like a large pair of breasts. He was trying to explain that it’s the baker who should be put in the stocks and not him, he was just an unfortunate bystander in this whole debacle.
It was only when you got closer to the chaos that this man was creating, that you realised he was probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in this kingdom and the next. His hair was longer than you were used to seeing and his clothes, although simple, were perfectly designed and fitted to suit him. He introduced himself in a half assed manner and then panicked when he realised he’d done so to the princess, the very princess whose birthday party he was causing a scene at with his offensive baked goods. You’d laughed and argued that they were probably the finest marzipans you’d ever seen, adding that the cherries in the centre of each of them was a masterstroke of genius and therefore he’d been let off the hook and escaped the stocks.
But from that moment on, your life changed forever and you haven’t had a moment's peace since. Because marrying Prince Jeonghan was the greatest adventure you’d ever been on.
“I do not understand why you do these things Jeonghan!” The king exclaims as he takes a bite of his lamb, “That child has not stopped crying for a full two days! The Queen has had to have chamomile and wormwood on a rag on her forehead to soothe the constant headache! Why did you have it attached to the ground so it couldn’t be moved?!”
“I was thinking of the children’s safety! I didn’t want them to wobble off!”
You desperately try not to laugh at your father. Because he may be your loving father but he is also the king trying to get to the bottom of another of your husband’s escapades.
“Jeonghan!” Your mother grasps her cloth covered forehead dramatically, “sorry my love,” your father soothes her, “you see you imbecile, now you have made me upset my wife. I just need to know why you thought it was a good idea to make a rocking horse shaped like such a grotesque monster.”
“I didn’t.” Jeonghan looks confused, your father looking like he’s about three seconds away from banishing him from the kingdom.
“Now don’t get smart me with you strange lunatic,” you and your brother desperately hold back your fit of laughter whilst his wife is actively looking in the other direction, out of the window, so your parents won’t see her giggles, “that creature is like something from the depths of hell and you’ve carved it for the children’s playing quarters?!”
“It’s a shire horse.” Jeonghan frowns, producing a mangled piece of paper from his pocket, “see, a shire horse.” He points to the simple drawing and hands it to your father.
Your father stares at the rather good drawing of a shire horse, you know it’s good, you drew it, and then slowly raises his eyes to look at your husband.
“You think this,” he straightens the paper aggressively, making Jeonghan jump, “is in any way similar to the monstrosity that is currently causing my grandchildren nightmares. Tell me Jeonghan, what are you going to do when Seokmin’s son takes the throne and he’s still having nightmares about that rocking horse? Do you simply relish the constant threat of having rotten vegetables thrown at you?”
“N-no,” he desperately looks at you for help but you fear if you open your mouth, you’re going to finally fall on the floor laughing, “I’ll have a servant try to dislodge it from the floor.”
“How? You’ve had it bolted down Jeonghan! You are a complete and utter fool!”
“You said they needed a new rocking horse!” He tries to reason and at this point even the servants are fighting for their lives to not crack.
“YES BECAUSE YOU SAT ON THE LAST ONE AND BROKE IT JEONGHAN!” Your mother dramatically winces once again, “I am sorry my love.” He soothes again, “I’m tired of this, I’m having you put in the dungeons.”
“WHAT?!” He desperately turns to you, “tell him ______. You drew the shire horse, tell……”
“Do not bring my daughter into this you scoundrel! Her drawing is exemplary,” he smiles softly at you, looking fondly at your drawing, “In fact. Not only have you mentally scared my grandchildren and upset my wife, you’ve also disrespected my daughter in bastardising her dear little drawing. Two nights. In the dungeons. Off you go!”
Jeonghan looks at you all, hoping someone is going to stop this. It’s only been two weeks since he was last sent to the dungeon for the night, he can’t face it again, not this soon. But all he sees is betrayal before him. How could you all be so cruel when all he was trying to do was something nice for his daughters and nephew.
“If you don’t go willingly, I will get the guards to take you.” Your father says sternly.
“Fine.” He sighs sadly, trudging out of the dining hall, not sparing any of his supposed family a second glance.
“Hello dearest.” You grin through the bars of the dungeon door.
“You’ve purposefully taken an age to get down here.” He pouts from the little wooden stool in the corner of the stone dungeon.
“I had to help my mother to bed,” you shrug innocently.
You both know you’re lying. You had purposefully taken a long while to wander down to the dungeons to release your husband. Mainly because, like your mother, the children’s constant crying had also given you a slight headache earlier. But also, to put it bluntly, you’re horny.
Your husband may be a bumbling idiot who tries desperately to help or entertain and yet always falls spectacularly short, but the second you make it to your bed chambers? Well, he’s a totally different kettle of fish. It took a month or so after your wedding to truly find your groove, both of you having never laid with anyone before, but when he noticed just how much you enjoyed him taking charge and putting you in your place, it was clear you were made for each other.
If you were to talk to a physician about it, they’d probably say you like being treated the way your husband treats you in the bedroom because you want to leave your perfect little life every now and again. Where people simply agree with you and treat you like you’re this precious little jewel not to be broken. If you’re honest with yourself, you just like the way it feels when his hand connects with your ass and he uses you however he pleases.
“Let me out.” He walks over to the bars.
“Is that anyway to talk to a princess!” You frown, your stomach doing flips when you see him clench his jaw, annoyance now overtaking the poutiness.
“You’re not funny. Unlock this and let me out. Now.”
“You did cause quite a lot of trouble,” you ponder, noting how his hands are now gripping the bars so hard that his knuckles are turning white, “and I do risk my father finding out every time I break you out of this dungeon. I wouldn’t like him to find out I’ve been going behind his back.”
“This little game you’re playing, it won’t work. You push too far and you’ll get nothing you want.” He hisses through the bars.
“I’m the princess, I always get what I want.”
“Well.” He holds the bars that bit tighter, “see here’s your problem. We both know you’re already dripping because,” he smirks, “we both know you're desperate. And this is where I wonder if you can get your little head around what I’m going to say. You take much longer to unlock this fucking door and I won’t touch you. And if you don’t let me out, then I still don’t touch you and you have to go through the embarrassment of trying to touch yourself,” he sighs in fake sadness, “which we both know you’re fucking terrible at.”
Curse him.
“Maybe I just agree with my father that you’ve gone too far.” You shrug.
“Do you know what’s going too far? Changing into that nightgown and parading yourself around the castle knowing full well that it’s more or less see through. You relish other men looking at what’s mine? You think any of them would touch you the way I do? If you want other men, go and have them princess.”
“I don’t want other men,” you mumble, eyes fixed on his lips, “I want you.”
“Then open the fucking door _____!” He says through gritted teeth.
“O-okay,” you whisper quickly, your mind already heading to that warm soft subby space you love so much.
“Clever girl.” He smiles when you unlock the door after fumbling in your eagerness to see what he’s going to do.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips, ending it far too quickly in your opinion, and spins you round to land a harsh slap on your ass.
“Come on,” he has his hands on your shoulders as he guides you out of the dungeons and up the stone stairs to the back of the castle. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he mumbles into your neck as you both try to walk through the castle with his arms now wrapped round your waist.
It’s lucky everyone has gone to bed, even the kitchen maids have finished for the day, something you may have done on purpose when deciding just how long to make him suffer in the dungeons.
“It is quite grotesque,” you giggle at the memory of the rocking horse, though arch slightly when he pinches your nipple through the flimsy nightgown.
“I tried my best,” he grumbles, soft lips pecking your neck and causing you to stop in your tracks.
“Hey,” you turn around in his arms, “my love, I know you always try your best and I love you for that.”
“Even if I make a fool of myself? Even if your dad thinks I’m an idiot?”
“My dad does think you’re an idiot,” you grin at him, “but you’re his idiot. He’d fight a war if someone hurt you, you know?”
“You think?” He pouts, hands kneading your ass though you’re not sure he even realises he’s doing it.
“I know he would. When you went to visit your parents, he was quite bereft without you here to keep us all entertained.”
“Oh, so I’m nothing more than the court jester?”
“You know that’s not true,” you frown, “you infuriate him but you’re like a son to him. And I’m certain he knows you don’t actually stay in the dungeons, if he does then those guards are being very lax. They leave the keys hanging by the door every single time.”
“And yet you still took your fucking time to come and get me,” his eyes turn dark again now he’s got his worries out of the way, “it was all so you could show yourself off to anyone who may still be awake then?”
“It’s your favourite.” You look at Jeonghan in wonder, your pussy already dripping. You were dripping before you left your bed chamber if you’re honest with yourself.
“It doesn’t,” he spins you back around and attaches himself to your back again, his semi hard dick pressing into your ass, “mean that every servant and nobleperson alike gets to see you in it. Unless,” he plays with the lining off your sheer linen nightgown, “that’s what you wanted?”
He pulls your nightgown down as you walk together along the long stone corridor, lined with paintings of your ancestors, and exposes your naked breasts, making you gasp and yet clench around nothing. The cool air and sheer fabric had already hardened your nipples but now they were almost painful as the idea of someone spotting the king’s daughter being treated in such a way took hold. Jeonghan’s hands grope and grab at them as you finally near your living quarters, but he stops you before you reach the door, his lips sucking a harsh mark onto your neck and hands never leaving you, right in the large corridor where anyone could see you.
“This is what you wanted, you wanted anyone and everyone to see just how fucking pathetic my wife is? I bet if I lift this nightgown, there’ll already be a mess between your thighs.”
He chuckles evilly into your ear when you spread your legs a little, hoping his fingers would soon find their way to where you need them most.
“You’re so easy,” he smirks against your skin before he sucks another harsh mark onto your skin, “you want that? You want everyone to see me finger your desperate little cunt? Why don't we just invite everyone to watch how well I fuck you?”
You don’t answer him, just lean onto his chest when he tugs on your nipple particularly hard, just how he knows you like it.
“Answer me princess, do you want me to finger you here? Maybe if I treat you really well you’ll squirt all over the floor, how will we explain that to the servants?”
“Want,” you swallow, trying to collect yourself though you’re already breathless, “your dick. Bed.”
“Oh come on,” he sighs, slapping your left tit lightly and covering your mouth when you let out an airy moan, “use full sentences. Surely you can manage that? Princess?”
You loathe when he tries to get you to speak, he’s well aware your brain is currently caught between desperation and horny dumbness, the fact he’s still insisting on you speaking is just another way for him to show you who has the power here.
“I want,”
“Well done,” he coos.
“I want you to fuck me, i-in,” you moan when he purposely pinches your nipple to break up your sentence, “the bedchamber.”
“That’s nice dearest,” he moves away from you making you sway, and moves in front of you, eyes hungrily eating up your exposed breasts and blown out pupils, “but maybe I should make you wait,” he leans his shoulder against the door, arms folded and a smirk toying on his lips, “you know, how you made me wait?”
“No,” you whisper, not even pulling your nightgown up even though anyone could come wandering, “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
“Hmm,” he appraises you. “I don’t know.”
“Please, please Jeonghan,”
You’ve no idea who he’s trying to kid, you’re surprised his dick hasn’t broken out of his pants, it's that hard.
“Well I suppose so,” he rolls his eyes, like fucking you would be more of a hindrance than a pleasure. Something you know it’s not but fuck does him being like this make you even more desperate to please him.
“Thank you,” you move to sort out your night dress.
“Er, what are you doing? Leave that how it is, I didn’t say you could move it.”
Your arms drop to your side straight away, leaving your breasts exposed to him and awaiting what he wants you to do next.
What you don’t expect is for him to lunge forward, grab your neck and pull you the short distance towards him. His lips crash into yours in a fierce kiss that makes your knees almost give in. You got married six months after you first met him at your 21st birthday and, even after two children, you still get all giddy and tingly when you kiss him.
You shared your first kiss on the night of your birthday, much quicker than appropriate for a princess, but you knew he was the one for you. You were his the second you saw him almost crying over the lude marzipan and now his hand wrapped around your throat as his tongue dances with yours, just cements the fact that you will always be his.
“I love you,” he says against your lips, his thumb pressing just a little harder on your throat to just hammer it home.
“I love you too,” you rasp, your hand moving to rub his throbbing length through his pants.
“You’re always so badly behaved,” he taps your hand away from him, “get in there!” He points to the door, smirking to himself as you rush off, still exposed and your ass illuminated through your dress by the moonlight shimmering through the window.
There’s only one thing that could make this scene prettier Jeonghan thinks to himself. So before you pass the threshold he lands a hard slap on your ass, your moan bouncing off the stone walls and Jeonghan’s dick twitching in his pants when he sees the red mark it left behind.
“Shut the fuck up princess,” he says jokingly, his domiance breaking a little when he hears you giggling at his antics.
That break is gone as quick as it came though when you turn around and see him tearing his clothes off before the door has even slammed shut behind him.
Your eyes eat him up. To look at him you see a tall slender man but underneath the layers of undershirts, leather pants and long boots, is the body of an adonis. He's broad, broader than you think, and with a body that you know takes hours of training with your brother.
“Are you going to keep oggling me like I'm nothing but a piece of meat to you? Or are you going to take that fucking useless nightgown off?"
You don't need telling twice, your nightgown is off within a blink of an eye and your body exposed to the only man that's ever seen it. Thank god your parents threw that ridiculous party for you, if they hadn't you'd never be able to have this, to trust someone so much with your body, and your heart, like you do with Jeonghan.
He moves over to bed at his usual leisurely pace, not a care in the world that your thighs currently resemble a small waterfall, and lies down on the bed like he's about to have a nap.
All you can do is stand there awkwardly, your body covered in goosebumps from the breeze coming through the wooden shutters of the window, just waiting for what he wants you to do.
“Well come here then!" He says, like you should’ve known what he wanted you to do.
And you do. You rush over to him like he's bestowed the greatest honour upon you and throw your leg over him, taking his rock hard length into your hand and lining him up with your overly needy hole.
"Errrrr, what are you doing?”
"What?” You glance up at him wide eyed, his tip painfully close to where you need him.
"Did I say you could do that? You've hurt me _____, I don't think I'm ready to let you have your own way yet.”
How does he still remain so stoic when you can see he's already leaking? Your brain is panicking at the very thought of not having him inside you and yet he’s behaving like you're talking about which meat will be roasted for the next feast.
"N-no? But I thought…..”
"That's the problem isn't it. You need to stop doing that for now and just do what I want you to.”
“Ok," you whisper and place his length down on his stomach carefully, “can I sit down?"
“You may." He gestures to his thighs like he's offering you a throne.
"Thank you.” You sit down on his thighs, your head spinning from how close his dick is and how much you need it.
"Now. Take what you need.”
What?!
"What?”
"Don't say what, say pardon.”
"You're not my mother.”
You only realise you've answered him back when you utter the last word, your cheeks heat and tears well because you know nothing good will come from your smart ass remark.
"Oh princess,” he says in mock sadness, "there goes that brain again.” He pinches your nipples, making you whine, twisting them angrily before he releases them.
"I'll let that go. Isn't it lucky you married such a kind husband?”
You nod quickly, your fingers itching to touch him.
"Now. Take what you need.”
He says it again but you're still none the wiser as to what the fuck he needs. He knows what you need, you told him. But he's also just told you that you're not allowed to finally put his dick inside you. So what fuck does he want from you? And why is he making it like a test? If he doesn't explain himself soon you'll burst into tears, you're not ashamed of how much you need him.
“I don't know what you mean."
“Make yourself cum."
You frown at him.
“But you just said I couldn't put it in."
“You can't. I'll allow you to use me but you don't get the privilege of me being inside you yet."
“So……what do you mean?”
"I mean,” he grabs your hips harshly and drags you forward, "you can't put it in, but use it.”
Ah. Now you get what he means, why couldn't he just say that?!
“Good girl princess," he sighs, his dominance wavering when your folds nestle his length between them, his dick still flush against his stomach and his tip so close to your clit that it makes your knees go weak.
You don't move for a second, you can't, finally having something takes your breath away but there's a cruelty to this all none the less. He knows you’re desperate to feel him inside you, the fact it would only take a second to have him exactly where you need him and he's so fucking close to there too, is just unbelievably unfair of him. But god does it make you leak around his length.
“Move then!" he slaps your thigh.
You hum and nod, your lip caught between your teeth as you begin to drag your sopping pussy along your husband's dick.
"Fuck that's embarrassing isn't it?” His voice is strained and if you had any ability to comprehend what he was saying you'd be quite pleased he's finding it difficult to remain completely cold, "Just grinding yourself along my dick has you leaking this much? Look at it _____, my stomach is glistening in you and you've only been doing it for thirty seconds.”
You glance down, your hole clenching around nothing when you see that he's right, the moonlight illuminates your bodies and a sheen that's almost iridescent gleams up at you.
But you don't reply, you're too busy grinding hurriedly on his length, his leaking tip nudging your clit every time you move and making you quiver.
“Are you already close?" He chuckles condescendingly.
You are and you're not ashamed of it, you’re moving at a hell of pace thanks to how wet you've made his dick, if anything it feels a bit too slippy. And the way his fat tip feels on your clit is fucking incredible. And yet, even though you're close, you still can't help but feel empty as you feel his length under you. You get the sudden urge to scream at him and ignore his cruel plan. It would take a second, just one nimble manoeuvre and you'd be full of him.
"Don't,” he slaps your tits both at the same time making your movements get impossibly quicker, "you even think about it princess.”
Damn him for knowing you so well!
“Thank you," you don't even know what you're thanking him for, you suppose if you're nice to him, he'll give you what you want.
He just hums and watches you intently, his eyes shining and yet still holding that darkness in them as his finger tips glide up your stomach. Your body twitches at the simple touch making him smirk as his finger tips glide around your nipples and swirl up to your neck, your pussy leaking even more at what he's about to do.
"Please Jeonghan.”
You both know what you want. And he isn't going to refuse having that power over you.
"Filthy,” his hand wraps around your throat, "fucking woman.”
He applies just enough pressure to make it feel like your airway is being restricted but not entirely cut off. The lack of oxygen only makes you more desperate and impossibly more wet.
Jeonghan holds your throat in his grasp, basically holding your body up from his spot lying on the bed, as he watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure and your pussy leak all over him.
"Hurry. Up.” He says through gritted teeth, his hand tightening just a little bit on your throat.
Your hips stutter, just one two more nudges on your clit and you'll be there. Jeonghan knows your body, he knows your little tells and the second he sees your hips falter he lets go of your neck and grabs your hips.
He keeps your hips moving as your orgasm washes over you, the rush of air in your lungs after having been deprived of it makes your head all dizzy. That feeling is what you love, your body in the ultimate pleasure it can be and so relieved at having oxygen back in your lungs mixes together to create one of the greatest feelings in the world. And thanks to your husband and his need to make you happy, even when he's being cruel in the bedroom, he rides you through your euphoria until it all gets too much.
You fall onto him, his arms welcoming you but only for long enough to place a gentle kiss on your temple and roll you off him. You don’t stop him, you don’t want to, he knows your body is his and you know he’d never do anything to hurt you, not that you didn’t enjoy anyway.
Jeonghan makes sure you’re ok, you lying on your stomach on the bed and him leaning over you just to double check, before he spreads your legs. He smirks to himself as he sees you clench, very pleased that even after a mind altering orgasm, his perfect wife is still eager for me.
He doesn’t say anything and gives you no indication of what he’s doing but two hands land either side of your head and you feel his dick near your pussy and his toned chest against your sweaty back. One of his hands moves for just a second, you feel his tip against your leaking hole and within seconds he slams himself into you, bottoming out straight away and taking with it your breath and the last of your sanity.
“FUCK!” You scream, trying to throw your head back but just meeting his chest as his hands cage you in either side of your head.
“Shut up,” he groans, moving onto on his elbows so he’s fully on top of you and his free hand coming to cover your mouth, “you want everyone to hear how well I’m fucking you?”
“Mmph,” you try to say no but you don’t get a chance, one because of his hand covering your mouth and secondly because before you can try to say anything, he starts pistoling you at a brutal pace.
His hips move at the speed of light as he hammers his throbbing length in and out of you. The weight of him on top of you, reminding you that you can’t escape him or the way his big dick is bullying its way into your abused hole again and again, is your only purpose in life right now.
“Maybe next time,” he mumbles darkly into your ear, “you’ll fucking do something,” he bites your ear lobe when you squeeze his dick a bit too good, “when your husband is threatened with the dungeons.”
His dick keeps hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, your sweaty skin clinging to each other as he rams himself in and out of you.
“But then again,” he turns your head a little as best he can, “this is what you wanted. You wanted punishing for being a bad fucking wife.”
Tears are falling down your cheeks at this point and you’re so fucking close, not that you can tell him, he’s still muffling your noises with his hand and the only sounds filling your ears are Jeonghan’s grunts and the sound of your sopping pussy as he hammers into you.
“You’re lucky,” he swallows his hips getting unsteady, letting you both know he’s close, “I’m so good to you. Aren’t I my love? I’m always ready to help you see the error of your ways.”
He smacks down into you again and again, your ass jiggling as he does from the force of it and all it takes is one particularly hard thrust and you clench down so hard on him that you both cum at the same time. You feel him empty his balls deep inside you as warmth takes over your body once again. His hips are sloppy as he rides you both through it, his hand still over your mouth to muffle your moans but his other hand holds yours tight in his, letting you know already that he’s there even before your high has fully subsided.
“Good girl,” he groans as his hips slow and you start to twitch a little in over stimulation. “Did so well for me, my love.”
He presses little featherlight kisses up and down your neck as he finally comes to a stop and slowly pulls out of you and rolls over onto his back.
“Come on,” he says softly, as he moves as close to you as possible, lifting your arm over his stomach then he can hold you. “There you go, you did so good for me princess,” his fingers soothe your hair as you try to regulate your breathing and snuggle closer to him.
“That was,” you say, voice a little gravelly from the grip he had on your throat, “so amazing.”
He can feel your smile against his skin and you know damn well he’s beaming up at the ceiling looking pretty pleased with himself.
“Well it was when you finally did as you were told.”
You sit up to give him your best stern look, him faltering slightly and showing you that your gormless, loveable husband is fully back with you.
“And if you weren’t so ridiculous, you wouldn’t be in the dungeon in the first place!”
“I did genuinely think I’d done a good job with the carving.” He mumbles.
“Hey,” you sit up and smush his cheeks together, “you did better than any of us could do and I love that you even tried. I love how much you always try.”
You giggle when he tries to smile even though you’re smushing his cheeks together.
“But we do need to change the rocking horse.” You kiss him and settle back into your rightful spot on his chest.
“I think perhaps we ask the carpenter to come in and fix it,”
“Maybe you could start some lessons with him, you could try and make another one when you’ve learnt the craft.” You say as you draw patterns on his stomach.
“I won’t have time. I’m planning on starting tapestry making with the girls tomorrow, and our nephew if he’d like to.”
You bite your tongue, knowing full well last time he tried any sort of sewing, his hands were bandaged for a week. But he wants to do it and you know that your daughters are lucky to have a father who tries so hard for them and so you keep your reservations to yourself.
“They’d like that dearest,” you snuggle in closer to him, “we’re all very lucky to have you.”
Shadow are the world's biggest rock band. They work hard and they play hard. And all four of them are about to make their latest two tours special in their own (very different) ways.
Dino- Lead Singer/ guitar/
Ok, Mr Rockstar
-You were never meant to fall for the boy in the band. But when he starts trying to show you that he isn't the typical rockstar, can you trust that this isn't all just a tour romance?
Seungcheol- Drums/ back up vocals
Welcome to Paradise
-As the new personal assistant to the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, you see a lot of the shenanigans that two of the band members get into. And you have no intention of getting involved. But sadly for you, the drummer very much wants to get involved with you.
Soonyoung- Lead guitar
Two is company, three is perfect
-Soonyoung lives his rockstar life to the fullest, he could have every single person in the stadium on their knees for him every night if he wanted to. But one night in Paris, his eyes meet yours across the club. You thought telling him you had a boyfriend would stop him but somehow you BOTH end up back at his hotel.
Mingyu- Bass/ back up vocals
Just let me try this
-your boyfriend may be a rock star but for you? Well for you he's your good boy. So when he shyly asks if you could switch it up in the bedroom, you're not sure you can handle it.
My taglist is here if you'd like to be tagged in any of them- if you just want to be tagged for a certain fic please just say which member in the requests/ ideas you'd like to see section of the form 🖤
a/n: this was only going to be one fic (Dino) but I had an anon ask two days ago about expanding on it for Soonyoung and Seungcheol. And now we're here and I've already sort of set out how I want their stories to go. It seemed unfair to leave Mingyu out so we've got the whole damn band.
I can't promise these will be up quickly (I have three other fics to upload before these). But I am planning on starting them really soon (I am so excited about them!!!)
heeeeeeey do you write for other groups? or would you? i luved vampire jun but would luv vampire sungho i feel he'd make a great vampire but maybe a little darker than vampire jun
Hi!
I don't anon, I'm sorry 😔
I used to follow multiple groups when I first got into kpop years ago and other than a soft spot for twice, I only follow seventeen and have done since 2018.
And grandmas just had to Google who Sungho is 😭😭 but I'm sure he'd make a really lovely vampire (I'm pleased you liked vampire Jun 🩷)
Synopsis ✨ Your husband has always been a loveable idiot, rushing from one chaotic event to the other. But when your father, the King, sends him to the dungeons, it's you who deals with the consequences.
Genre ✨ established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings ✨ plot? there's hardly any, Jeonghan is a fool but a loveable one, Seokmin is reader's brother and heir to the throne, that's about it really- there is literally next to no plot
Smut warnings ✨ Dom Jeonghan, sub reader, she's a little bratty but mainly just a down bad sub for her man, public groping (there's no body around but it's the chance that their might be), he has a filthy mouth, spanking, choking, nipple play, she rides him (but he's not inside- I can't think of the word for it, she just uses him basically), dumbification (just a little), rough sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, after care, he's just a silly little guy who's a demon in the bedroom
Word count ✨ 5.7k
a/n: I've had this written for so long but I think I was ovulating or something, wrote it in a horny haze and then forgot it ever existed. So since my wips are pretty plot heavy, I've whipped up a header for whatever the hell this horny mess is.
This is the same universe as this Seokmin fic. Jeonghan is in and it does give a good overview of what a gormless cutie he is, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone.
As the second born child of the King and Queen, and because your older brother was heir, your life had been easy in most senses. Yes, you had to be respectful and set a good example to the people of your Kingdom, but you never had that sense of foreboding or responsibility that your brother did. Seokmin took it all in his stride of course, going out with your father to meet the people, hosting banquets with neighbouring lords and ladies and even agreeing to meet a neighbouring princess from another kingdom in a bid for them to marry and strengthen relationships between the two kingdoms. It didn’t work out though, Seokmin was in love with your best friend and you were all just patiently waiting for them to figure it out.
But because you didn’t have a goal, or a purpose, life had started to become a little dull. You have everything around you that you could dream of, the finest silks, a maid who has your bath ready every evening by the fire in your quarters and every meal in the castle is like the average festive feast for a normal person. And yet everyday just felt like it was blurring into one. Wake up, do what princess’ do and then go to bed. It was the same everyday and you didn’t see it getting better anytime soon.
However on your twenty first birthday, your boring, monotonous days were about to come to a grinding halt.
Your parents had told you that they’d gone all out for your birthday feast and there’d be hundreds of people descending upon the palace to celebrate this momentous occasion with you and your family. This, you thought, was both a blessing and a curse. The amount of guests would mean that you’d get to hear stories of far off lands, the battles people had fought and won, the wonders they had seen and you’d be in awe of them. They’d brighten up the normal dull conversations that you’d had a million times with the same handful of people in this castle. But at the same time hearing those stories made you feel even worse about your dreary little life. No, you don’t want to fight a dragon like the prince from the kingdom across the sea did, but you would like the option.
Sadly for you though, every guest at that party had an average age of about 91 years of age and their stories were as boring as your life. That is until you spotted someone frantically trying to explain that he’d brought marzipan from his parents as a gift for the princess and it wasn’t his fault that the baker didn’t like him, and that the marzipan was absolutely not meant to be shaped like a large pair of breasts. He was trying to explain that it’s the baker who should be put in the stocks and not him, he was just an unfortunate bystander in this whole debacle.
It was only when you got closer to the chaos that this man was creating, that you realised he was probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in this kingdom and the next. His hair was longer than you were used to seeing and his clothes, although simple, were perfectly designed and fitted to suit him. He introduced himself in his assed manner and then panicked when he realised he’d done so to the princess, the very princess whose birthday party he was causing a scene at with his offensive baked goods. You’d laughed and argued that they were probably the finest marzipans you’d ever seen, adding that the cherries in the centre of each of them was a masterstroke of genius and therefore he’d been let off the hook and escaped the stocks.
But from that moment on, your life changed forever and you haven’t had a moment's peace since. Because marrying Prince Jeonghan was the greatest adventure you’d ever been on.
“I do not understand why you do these things Jeonghan!” The king exclaims as he takes a bite of his lamb, “That child has not stopped crying for a full two days! The Queen has had to have chamomile and wormwood on a rag on her forehead to soothe the constant headache! Why did you have it attached to the ground so it couldn’t be moved?!”
“I was thinking of the children’s safety! I didn’t want them to wobble off!”
You desperately try not to laugh at your father. Because he may be your loving father but he is also the king trying to get to the bottom of another of your husband’s escapades.
“Jeonghan!” Your mother grasps her cloth covered forehead dramatically, “sorry my love,” your father soothes her, “you see you imbecile, now you have made me upset my wife. I just need to know why you thought it was a good idea to make a rocking horse shaped like such a grotesque monster.”
“I didn’t.” Jeonghan looks confused, your father looking like he’s about three seconds away from banishing him from the kingdom.
“Now don’t get smart me with you strange lunatic,” you and your brother desperately hold back your fit of laughter whilst his wife is actively looking in the other direction, out of the window, so your parents won’t see her giggles, “that creature is like something from the depths of hell and you’ve carved it for the children’s playing quarters?!”
“It’s a shire horse.” Jeonghan frowns, producing a mangled piece of paper from his pocket, “see, a shire horse.” He points to the simple drawing and hands it to your father.
Your father stares at the rather good drawing of a shire horse, you know it’s good, you drew it, and then slowly raises his eyes to look at your husband.
“You think this,” he straightens the paper aggressively, making Jeonghan jump, “is in any way similar to the monstrosity that is currently causing my grandchildren nightmares. Tell me Jeonghan, what are you going to do when Seokmin’s son takes the throne and he’s still having nightmares about that rocking horse? Do you simply relish the constant threat of having rotten vegetables thrown at you?”
“N-no,” he desperately looks at you for help but you fear if you open your mouth, you’re going to finally fall on the floor laughing, “I’ll have a servant try to dislodge it from the floor.”
“How? You’ve had it bolted down Jeonghan! You are a complete and utter fool!”
“You said they needed a new rocking horse!” He tries to reason and at this point even the servants are fighting for their lives to not crack.
“YES BECAUSE YOU SAT ON THE LAST ONE AND BROKE IT JEONGHAN!” Your mother dramatically winces once again, “I am sorry my love.” He soothes again, “I’m tired of this, I’m having you put in the dungeons.”
“WHAT?!” He desperately turns to you, “tell him ______. You drew the shire horse, tell……”
“Do not bring my daughter into this you scoundrel! Her drawing is exemplary,” he smiles softly at you, looking fondly at your drawing, “In fact. Not only have you mentally scared my grandchildren and upset my wife, you’ve also disrespected my daughter in bastardising her dear little drawing. Two nights. In the dungeons. Off you go!”
Jeonghan looks at you all, hoping someone is going to stop this. It’s only been two weeks since he was last sent to the dungeon for the night, he can’t face it again, not this soon. But all he sees is betrayal before him. How could you all be so cruel when all he was trying to do was something nice for his daughters and nephew.
“If you don’t go willingly, I will get the guards to take you.” Your father says sternly.
“Fine.” He sighs sadly, trudging out of the dining hall, not sparing any of his supposed family a second glance.
“Hello dearest.” You grin through the bars of the dungeon door.
“You’ve purposefully taken an age to get down here.” He pouts from the little wooden stool in the corner of the stone dungeon.
“I had to help my mother to bed,” you shrug innocently.
You both know you’re lying. You had purposefully taken a long while to wander down to the dungeons to release your husband. Mainly because, like your mother, the children’s constant crying had also given you a slight headache earlier. But also, to put it bluntly, you’re horny.
Your husband may be a bumbling idiot who tries desperately to help or entertain and yet always falls spectacularly short, but the second you make it to your bed chambers? Well, he’s a totally different kettle of fish. It took a month or so after your wedding to truly find your groove, both of you having never laid with anyone before, but when he noticed just how much you enjoyed him taking charge and putting you in your place, it was clear you were made for each other.
If you were to talk to a physician about it, they’d probably say you like being treated the way your husband treats you in the bedroom because you want to leave your perfect little life every now and again. Where people simply agree with you and treat you like you’re this precious little jewel not to be broken. If you’re honest with yourself, you just like the way it feels when his hand connects with your ass and he uses you however he pleases.
“Let me out.” He walks over to the bars.
“Is that anyway to talk to a princess!” You frown, your stomach doing flips when you see him clench his jaw, annoyance now overtaking the poutiness.
“You’re not funny. Unlock this and let me out. Now.”
“You did cause quite a lot of trouble,” you ponder, noting how his hands are now gripping the bars so hard that his knuckles are turning white, “and I do risk my father finding out every time I break you out of this dungeon. I wouldn’t like him to find out I’ve been going behind his back.”
“This little game you’re playing, it won’t work. You push too far and you’ll get nothing you want.” He hisses through the bars.
“I’m the princess, I always get what I want.”
“Well.” He holds the bars that bit tighter, “see here’s your problem. We both know you’re already dripping because,” he smirks, “we both know you're desperate. And this is where I wonder if you can get your little head around what I’m going to say. You take much longer to unlock this fucking door and I won’t touch you. And if you don’t let me out, then I still don’t touch you and you have to go through the embarrassment of trying to touch yourself,” he sighs in fake sadness, “which we both know you’re fucking terrible at.”
Curse him.
“Maybe I just agree with my father that you’ve gone too far.” You shrug.
“Do you know what’s going too far? Changing into that nightgown and parading yourself around the castle knowing full well that it’s more or less see through. You relish other men looking at what’s mine? You think any of them would touch you the way I do? If you want other men, go and have them princess.”
“I don’t want other men,” you mumble, eyes fixed on his lips, “I want you.”
“Then open the fucking door _____!” He says through gritted teeth.
“O-okay,” you whisper quickly, your mind already heading to that warm soft subby space you love so much.
“Clever girl.” He smiles when you unlock the door after fumbling in your eagerness to see what he’s going to do.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips, ending it far too quickly in your opinion, and spins you round to land a harsh slap on your ass.
“Come on,” he has his hands on your shoulders as he guides you out of the dungeons and up the stone stairs to the back of the castle. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he mumbles into your neck as you both try to walk through the castle with his arms now wrapped round your waist.
It’s lucky everyone has gone to bed, even the kitchen maids have finished for the day, something you may have done on purpose when deciding just how long to make him suffer in the dungeons.
“It is quite grotesque,” you giggle at the memory of the rocking horse, though arch slightly when he pinches your nipple through the flimsy nightgown.
“I tried my best,” he grumbles, soft lips pecking your neck and causing you to stop in your tracks.
“Hey,” you turn around in his arms, “my love, I know you always try your best and I love you for that.”
“Even if I make a fool of myself? Even if your dad thinks I’m an idiot?”
“My dad does think you’re an idiot,” you grin at him, “but you’re his idiot. He’d fight a war if someone hurt you, you know?”
“You think?” He pouts, hands kneading your ass though you’re not sure he even realises he’s doing it.
“I know he would. When you went to visit your parents, he was quite bereft without you here to keep us all entertained.”
“Oh, so I’m nothing more than the court jester?”
“You know that’s not true,” you frown, “you infuriate him but you’re like a son to him. And I’m certain he knows you don’t actually stay in the dungeons, if he does then those guards are being very lax. They leave the keys hanging by the door every single time.”
“And yet you still took your fucking time to come and get me,” his eyes turn dark again now he’s got his worries out of the way, “it was all so you could show yourself off to anyone who may still be awake then?”
“It’s your favourite.” You look at Jeonghan in wonder, your pussy already dripping. You were dripping before you left your bed chamber if you’re honest with yourself.
“It doesn’t,” he spins you back around and attaches himself to your back again, his semi hard dick pressing into your ass, “mean that every servant and nobleperson alike gets to see you in it. Unless,” he plays with the lining off your sheer linen nightgown, “that’s what you wanted?”
He pulls your nightgown down as you walk together along the long stone corridor, lined with paintings of your ancestors, and exposes your naked breasts, making you gasp and yet clench around nothing. The cool air and sheer fabric had already hardened your nipples but now they were almost painful as the idea of someone spotting the king’s daughter being treated in such a way took hold. Jeonghan’s hands grope and grab at them as you finally near your living quarters, but he stops you before you reach the door, his lips sucking a harsh mark onto your neck and hands never leaving you, right in the large corridor where anyone could see you.
“This is what you wanted, you wanted anyone and everyone to see just how fucking pathetic my wife is? I bet if I lift this nightgown, there’ll already be a mess between your thighs.”
He chuckles evilly into your ear when you spread your legs a little, hoping his fingers would soon find their way to where you need them most.
“You’re so easy,” he smirks against your skin before he sucks another harsh mark onto your skin, “you want that? You want everyone to see me finger your desperate little cunt? Why don't we just invite everyone to watch how well I fuck you?”
You don’t answer him, just lean onto his chest when he tugs on your nipple particularly hard, just how he knows you like it.
“Answer me princess, do you want me to finger you here? Maybe if I treat you really well you’ll squirt all over the floor, how will we explain that to the servants?”
“Want,” you swallow, trying to collect yourself though you’re already breathless, “your dick. Bed.”
“Oh come on,” he sighs, slapping your left tit lightly and covering your mouth when you let out an airy moan, “use full sentences. Surely you can manage that? Princess?”
You loathe when he tries to get you to speak, he’s well aware your brain is currently caught between desperation and horny dumbness, the fact he’s still insisting on you speaking is just another way for him to show you who has the power here.
“I want,”
“Well done,” he coos.
“I want you to fuck me, i-in,” you moan when he purposely pinches your nipple to break up your sentence, “the bedchamber.”
“That’s nice dearest,” he moves away from you making you sway, and moves in front of you, eyes hungrily eating up your exposed breasts and blown out pupils, “but maybe I should make you wait,” he leans his shoulder against the door, arms folded and a smirk toying on his lips, “you know, how you made me wait?”
“No,” you whisper, not even pulling your nightgown up even though anyone could come wandering, “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
“Hmm,” he appraises you. “I don’t know.”
“Please, please Jeonghan,”
You’ve no idea who he’s trying to kid, you’re surprised his dick hasn’t broken out of his pants, it's that hard.
“Well I suppose so,” he rolls his eyes, like fucking you would be more of a hindrance than a pleasure. Something you know it’s not but fuck does him being like this make you even more desperate to please him.
“Thank you,” you move to sort out your night dress.
“Er, what are you doing? Leave that how it is, I didn’t say you could move it.”
Your arms drop to your side straight away, leaving your breasts exposed to him and awaiting what he wants you to do next.
What you don’t expect is for him to lunge forward, grab your neck and pull you the short distance towards him. His lips crash into yours in a fierce kiss that makes your knees almost give in. You got married six months after you first met him at your 21st birthday and, even after two children, you still get all giddy and tingly when you kiss him.
You shared your first kiss on the night of your birthday, much quicker than appropriate for a princess, but you knew he was the one for you. You were his the second you saw him almost crying over the lude marzipan and now his hand wrapped around your throat as his tongue dances with yours, just cements the fact that you will always be his.
“I love you,” he says against your lips, his thumb pressing just a little harder on your throat to just hammer it home.
“I love you too,” you rasp, your hand moving to rub his throbbing length through his pants.
“You’re always so badly behaved,” he taps your hand away from him, “get in there!” He points to the door, smirking to himself as you rush off, still exposed and your ass illuminated through your dress by the moonlight shimmering through the window.
There’s only one thing that could make this scene prettier Jeonghan thinks to himself. So before you pass the threshold he lands a hard slap on your ass, your moan bouncing off the stone walls and Jeonghan’s dick twitching in his pants when he sees the red mark it left behind.
“Shut the fuck up princess,” he says jokingly, his domiance breaking a little when he hears you giggling at his antics.
That break is gone as quick as it came though when you turn around and see him tearing his clothes off before the door has even slammed shut behind him.
Your eyes eat him up. To look at him you see a tall slender man but underneath the layers of undershirts, leather pants and long boots, is the body of an adonis. He's broad, broader than you think, and with a body that you know takes hours of training with your brother.
“Are you going to keep oggling me like I'm nothing but a piece of meat to you? Or are you going to take that fucking useless nightgown off?"
You don't need telling twice, your nightgown is off within a blink of an eye and your body exposed to the only man that's ever seen it. Thank god your parents threw that ridiculous party for you, if they hadn't you'd never be able to have this, to trust someone so much with your body, and your heart, like you do with Jeonghan.
He moves over to bed at his usual leisurely pace, not a care in the world that your thighs currently resemble a small waterfall, and lies down on the bed like he's about to have a nap.
All you can do is stand there awkwardly, your body covered in goosebumps from the breeze coming through the wooden shutters of the window, just waiting for what he wants you to do.
“Well come here then!" He says, like you should’ve known what he wanted you to do.
And you do. You rush over to him like he's bestowed the greatest honour upon you and throw your leg over him, taking his rock hard length into your hand and lining him up with your overly needy hole.
"Errrrr, what are you doing?”
"What?” You glance up at him wide eyed, his tip painfully close to where you need him.
"Did I say you could do that? You've hurt me _____, I don't think I'm ready to let you have your own way yet.”
How does he still remain so stoic when you can see he's already leaking? Your brain is panicking at the very thought of not having him inside you and yet he’s behaving like you're talking about which meat will be roasted for the next feast.
"N-no? But I thought…..”
"That's the problem isn't it. You need to stop doing that for now and just do what I want you to.”
“Ok," you whisper and place his length down on his stomach carefully, “can I sit down?"
“You may." He gestures to his thighs like he's offering you a throne.
"Thank you.” You sit down on his thighs, your head spinning from how close his dick is and how much you need it.
"Now. Take what you need.”
What?!
"What?”
"Don't say what, say pardon.”
"You're not my mother.”
You only realise you've answered him back when you utter the last word, your cheeks heat and tears well because you know nothing good will come from your smart ass remark.
"Oh princess,” he says in mock sadness, "there goes that brain again.” He pinches your nipples, making you whine, twisting them angrily before he releases them.
"I'll let that go. Isn't it lucky you married such a kind husband?”
You nod quickly, your fingers itching to touch him.
"Now. Take what you need.”
He says it again but you're still none the wiser as to what the fuck he needs. He knows what you need, you told him. But he's also just told you that you're not allowed to finally put his dick inside you. So what fuck does he want from you? And why is he making it like a test? If he doesn't explain himself soon you'll burst into tears, you're not ashamed of how much you need him.
“I don't know what you mean."
“Make yourself cum."
You frown at him.
“But you just said I couldn't put it in."
“You can't. I'll allow you to use me but you don't get the privilege of me being inside you yet."
“So……what do you mean?”
"I mean,” he grabs your hips harshly and drags you forward, "you can't put it in, but use it.”
Ah. Now you get what he means, why couldn't he just say that?!
“Good girl princess," he sighs, his dominance wavering when your folds nestle his length between them, his dick still flush against his stomach and his tip so close to your clit that it makes your knees go weak.
You don't move for a second, you can't, finally having something takes your breath away but there's a cruelty to this all none the less. He knows you’re desperate to feel him inside you, the fact it would only take a second to have him exactly where you need him and he's so fucking close to there too, is just unbelievably unfair of him. But god does it make you leak around his length.
“Move then!" he slaps your thigh.
You hum and nod, your lip caught between your teeth as you begin to drag your sopping pussy along your husband's dick.
"Fuck that's embarrassing isn't it?” His voice is strained and if you had any ability to comprehend what he was saying you'd be quite pleased he's finding it difficult to remain completely cold, "Just grinding yourself along my dick has you leaking this much? Look at it _____, my stomach is glistening in you and you've only been doing it for thirty seconds.”
You glance down, your hole clenching around nothing when you see that he's right, the moonlight illuminates your bodies and a sheen that's almost iridescent gleams up at you.
But you don't reply, you're too busy grinding hurriedly on his length, his leaking tip nudging your clit every time you move and making you quiver.
“Are you already close?" He chuckles condescendingly.
You are and you're not ashamed of it, you’re moving at a hell of pace thanks to how wet you've made his dick, if anything it feels a bit too slippy. And the way his fat tip feels on your clit is fucking incredible. And yet, even though you're close, you still can't help but feel empty as you feel his length under you. You get the sudden urge to scream at him and ignore his cruel plan. It would take a second, just one nimble manoeuvre and you'd be full of him.
"Don't,” he slaps your tits both at the same time making your movements get impossibly quicker, "you even think about it princess.”
Damn him for knowing you so well!
“Thank you," you don't even know what you're thanking him for, you suppose if you're nice to him, he'll give you what you want.
He just hums and watches you intently, his eyes shining and yet still holding that darkness in them as his finger tips glide up your stomach. Your body twitches at the simple touch making him smirk as his finger tips glide around your nipples and swirl up to your neck, your pussy leaking even more at what he's about to do.
"Please Jeonghan.”
You both know what you want. And he isn't going to refuse having that power over you.
"Filthy,” his hand wraps around your throat, "fucking woman.”
He applies just enough pressure to make it feel like your airway is being restricted but not entirely cut off. The lack of oxygen only makes you more desperate and impossibly more wet.
Jeonghan holds your throat in his grasp, basically holding your body up from his spot lying on the bed, as he watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure and your pussy leak all over him.
"Hurry. Up.” He says through gritted teeth, his hand tightening just a little bit on your throat.
Your hips stutter, just one two more nudges on your clit and you'll be there. Jeonghan knows your body, he knows your little tells and the second he sees your hips falter he lets go of your neck and grabs your hips.
He keeps your hips moving as your orgasm washes over you, the rush of air in your lungs after having been deprived of it makes your head all dizzy. That feeling is what you love, your body in the ultimate pleasure it can be and so relieved at having oxygen back in your lungs mixes together to create one of the greatest feelings in the world. And thanks to your husband and his need to make you happy, even when he's being cruel in the bedroom, he rides you through your euphoria until it all gets too much.
You fall onto him, his arms welcoming you but only for long enough to place a gentle kiss on your temple and roll you off him. You don’t stop him, you don’t want to, he knows your body is his and you know he’d never do anything to hurt you, not that you didn’t enjoy anyway.
Jeonghan makes sure you’re ok, you lying on your stomach on the bed and him leaning over you just to double check, before he spreads your legs. He smirks to himself as he sees you clench, very pleased that even after a mind altering orgasm, his perfect wife is still eager for me.
He doesn’t say anything and gives you no indication of what he’s doing but two hands land either side of your head and you feel his dick near your pussy and his toned chest against your sweaty back. One of his hands moves for just a second, you feel his tip against your leaking hole and within seconds he slams himself into you, bottoming out straight away and taking with it your breath and the last of your sanity.
“FUCK!” You scream, trying to throw your head back but just meeting his chest as his hands cage you in either side of your head.
“Shut up,” he groans, moving onto on his elbows so he’s fully on top of you and his free hand coming to cover your mouth, “you want everyone to hear how well I’m fucking you?”
“Mmph,” you try to say no but you don’t get a chance, one because of his hand covering your mouth and secondly because before you can try to say anything, he starts pistoling you at a brutal pace.
His hips move at the speed of light as he hammers his throbbing length in and out of you. The weight of him on top of you, reminding you that you can’t escape him or the way his big dick is bullying its way into your abused hole again and again, is your only purpose in life right now.
“Maybe next time,” he mumbles darkly into your ear, “you’ll fucking do something,” he bites your ear lobe when you squeeze his dick a bit too good, “when your husband is threatened with the dungeons.”
His dick keeps hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, your sweaty skin clinging to each other as he rams himself in and out of you.
“But then again,” he turns your head a little as best he can, “this is what you wanted. You wanted punishing for being a bad fucking wife.”
Tears are falling down your cheeks at this point and you’re so fucking close, not that you can tell him, he’s still muffling your noises with his hand and the only sounds filling your ears are Jeonghan’s grunts and the sound of your sopping pussy as he hammers into you.
“You’re lucky,” he swallows his hips getting unsteady, letting you both know he’s close, “I’m so good to you. Aren’t I my love? I’m always ready to help you see the error of your ways.”
He smacks down into you again and again, your ass jiggling as he does from the force of it and all it takes is one particularly hard thrust and you clench down so hard on him that you both cum at the same time. You feel him empty his balls deep inside you as warmth takes over your body once again. His hips are sloppy as he rides you both through it, his hand still over your mouth to muffle your moans but his other hand holds yours tight in his, letting you know already that he’s there even before your high has fully subsided.
“Good girl,” he groans as his hips slow and you start to twitch a little in over stimulation. “Did so well for me, my love.”
He presses little featherlight kisses up and down your neck as he finally comes to a stop and slowly pulls out of you and rolls over onto his back.
“Come on,” he says softly, as he moves as close to you as possible, lifting your arm over his stomach then he can hold you. “There you go, you did so good for me princess,” his fingers soothe your hair as you try to regulate your breathing and snuggle closer to him.
“That was,” you say, voice a little gravelly from the grip he had on your throat, “so amazing.”
He can feel your smile against his skin and you know damn well he’s beaming up at the ceiling looking pretty pleased with himself.
“Well it was when you finally did as you were told.”
You sit up to give him your best stern look, him faltering slightly and showing you that your gormless, loveable husband is fully back with you.
“And if you weren’t so ridiculous, you wouldn’t be in the dungeon in the first place!”
“I did genuinely think I’d done a good job with the carving.” He mumbles.
“Hey,” you sit up and smush his cheeks together, “you did better than any of us could do and I love that you even tried. I love how much you always try.”
You giggle when he tries to smile even though you’re smushing his cheeks together.
“But we do need to change the rocking horse.” You kiss him and settle back into your rightful spot on his chest.
“I think perhaps we ask the carpenter to come in and fix it,”
“Maybe you could start some lessons with him, you could try and make another one when you’ve learnt the craft.” You say as you draw patterns on his stomach.
“I won’t have time. I’m planning on starting tapestry making with the girls tomorrow, and our nephew if he’d like to.”
You bite your tongue, knowing full well last time he tried any sort of sewing, his hands were bandaged for a week. But he wants to do it and you know that your daughters are lucky to have a father who tries so hard for them and so you keep your reservations to yourself.
“They’d like that dearest,” you snuggle in closer to him, “we’re all very lucky to have you.”
Synopsis ✨ Your husband has always been a loveable idiot, rushing from one chaotic event to the other. But when your father, the King, sends him to the dungeons, it's you who deals with the consequences.
Genre ✨ established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings ✨ plot? there's hardly any, Jeonghan is a fool but a loveable one, Seokmin is reader's brother and heir to the throne, that's about it really- there is literally next to no plot
Smut warnings ✨ Dom Jeonghan, sub reader, she's a little bratty but mainly just a down bad sub for her man, public groping (there's no body around but it's the chance that there might be), he has a filthy mouth, spanking, choking, nipple play, she rides him (but he's not inside- I can't think of the word for it, she just uses him basically), dumbification (just a little), rough sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, after care, he's just a silly little guy who's a demon in the bedroom
Word count ✨ 5.7k
a/n: I've had this written for so long but I think I was ovulating or something, wrote it in a horny haze and then forgot it ever existed. So since my wips are pretty plot heavy, I've whipped up a header for whatever the hell this horny mess is.
This is the same universe as this Seokmin fic. Jeonghan is in it and it does give a good overview of what a gormless cutie he is, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone.
As the second born child of the King and Queen, and because your older brother was heir, your life had been easy in most senses. Yes, you had to be respectful and set a good example to the people of your Kingdom, but you never had that sense of foreboding or responsibility that your brother did. Seokmin took it all in his stride of course, going out with your father to meet the people, hosting banquets with neighbouring lords and ladies and even agreeing to meet a neighbouring princess from another kingdom in a bid for them to marry and strengthen relationships between the two kingdoms. It didn’t work out though, Seokmin was in love with your best friend and you were all just patiently waiting for them to figure it out.
But because you didn’t have a goal, or a purpose, life had started to become a little dull. You have everything around you that you could dream of, the finest silks, a maid who has your bath ready every evening by the fire in your quarters and every meal in the castle is like the average festive feast for a normal person. And yet everyday just felt like it was blurring into one. Wake up, do what princess’ do and then go to bed. It was the same everyday and you didn’t see it getting better anytime soon.
However on your twenty first birthday, your boring, monotonous days were about to come to a grinding halt.
Your parents had told you that they’d gone all out for your birthday feast and there’d be hundreds of people descending upon the palace to celebrate this momentous occasion with you and your family. This, you thought, was both a blessing and a curse. The amount of guests would mean that you’d get to hear stories of far off lands, the battles people had fought and won, the wonders they had seen and you’d be in awe of them. They’d brighten up the normal dull conversations that you’d had a million times with the same handful of people in this castle. But at the same time hearing those stories made you feel even worse about your dreary little life. No, you don’t want to fight a dragon like the prince from the kingdom across the sea did, but you would like the option.
Sadly for you though, every guest at that party had an average age of about 91 years of age and their stories were as boring as your life. That is until you spotted someone frantically trying to explain that he’d brought marzipan from his parents as a gift for the princess and it wasn’t his fault that the baker didn’t like him, and that the marzipan was absolutely not meant to be shaped like a large pair of breasts. He was trying to explain that it’s the baker who should be put in the stocks and not him, he was just an unfortunate bystander in this whole debacle.
It was only when you got closer to the chaos that this man was creating, that you realised he was probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in this kingdom and the next. His hair was longer than you were used to seeing and his clothes, although simple, were perfectly designed and fitted to suit him. He introduced himself in a half assed manner and then panicked when he realised he’d done so to the princess, the very princess whose birthday party he was causing a scene at with his offensive baked goods. You’d laughed and argued that they were probably the finest marzipans you’d ever seen, adding that the cherries in the centre of each of them was a masterstroke of genius and therefore he’d been let off the hook and escaped the stocks.
But from that moment on, your life changed forever and you haven’t had a moment's peace since. Because marrying Prince Jeonghan was the greatest adventure you’d ever been on.
“I do not understand why you do these things Jeonghan!” The king exclaims as he takes a bite of his lamb, “That child has not stopped crying for a full two days! The Queen has had to have chamomile and wormwood on a rag on her forehead to soothe the constant headache! Why did you have it attached to the ground so it couldn’t be moved?!”
“I was thinking of the children’s safety! I didn’t want them to wobble off!”
You desperately try not to laugh at your father. Because he may be your loving father but he is also the king trying to get to the bottom of another of your husband’s escapades.
“Jeonghan!” Your mother grasps her cloth covered forehead dramatically, “sorry my love,” your father soothes her, “you see you imbecile, now you have made me upset my wife. I just need to know why you thought it was a good idea to make a rocking horse shaped like such a grotesque monster.”
“I didn’t.” Jeonghan looks confused, your father looking like he’s about three seconds away from banishing him from the kingdom.
“Now don’t get smart me with you strange lunatic,” you and your brother desperately hold back your fit of laughter whilst his wife is actively looking in the other direction, out of the window, so your parents won’t see her giggles, “that creature is like something from the depths of hell and you’ve carved it for the children’s playing quarters?!”
“It’s a shire horse.” Jeonghan frowns, producing a mangled piece of paper from his pocket, “see, a shire horse.” He points to the simple drawing and hands it to your father.
Your father stares at the rather good drawing of a shire horse, you know it’s good, you drew it, and then slowly raises his eyes to look at your husband.
“You think this,” he straightens the paper aggressively, making Jeonghan jump, “is in any way similar to the monstrosity that is currently causing my grandchildren nightmares. Tell me Jeonghan, what are you going to do when Seokmin’s son takes the throne and he’s still having nightmares about that rocking horse? Do you simply relish the constant threat of having rotten vegetables thrown at you?”
“N-no,” he desperately looks at you for help but you fear if you open your mouth, you’re going to finally fall on the floor laughing, “I’ll have a servant try to dislodge it from the floor.”
“How? You’ve had it bolted down Jeonghan! You are a complete and utter fool!”
“You said they needed a new rocking horse!” He tries to reason and at this point even the servants are fighting for their lives to not crack.
“YES BECAUSE YOU SAT ON THE LAST ONE AND BROKE IT JEONGHAN!” Your mother dramatically winces once again, “I am sorry my love.” He soothes again, “I’m tired of this, I’m having you put in the dungeons.”
“WHAT?!” He desperately turns to you, “tell him ______. You drew the shire horse, tell……”
“Do not bring my daughter into this you scoundrel! Her drawing is exemplary,” he smiles softly at you, looking fondly at your drawing, “In fact. Not only have you mentally scared my grandchildren and upset my wife, you’ve also disrespected my daughter in bastardising her dear little drawing. Two nights. In the dungeons. Off you go!”
Jeonghan looks at you all, hoping someone is going to stop this. It’s only been two weeks since he was last sent to the dungeon for the night, he can’t face it again, not this soon. But all he sees is betrayal before him. How could you all be so cruel when all he was trying to do was something nice for his daughters and nephew.
“If you don’t go willingly, I will get the guards to take you.” Your father says sternly.
“Fine.” He sighs sadly, trudging out of the dining hall, not sparing any of his supposed family a second glance.
“Hello dearest.” You grin through the bars of the dungeon door.
“You’ve purposefully taken an age to get down here.” He pouts from the little wooden stool in the corner of the stone dungeon.
“I had to help my mother to bed,” you shrug innocently.
You both know you’re lying. You had purposefully taken a long while to wander down to the dungeons to release your husband. Mainly because, like your mother, the children’s constant crying had also given you a slight headache earlier. But also, to put it bluntly, you’re horny.
Your husband may be a bumbling idiot who tries desperately to help or entertain and yet always falls spectacularly short, but the second you make it to your bed chambers? Well, he’s a totally different kettle of fish. It took a month or so after your wedding to truly find your groove, both of you having never laid with anyone before, but when he noticed just how much you enjoyed him taking charge and putting you in your place, it was clear you were made for each other.
If you were to talk to a physician about it, they’d probably say you like being treated the way your husband treats you in the bedroom because you want to leave your perfect little life every now and again. Where people simply agree with you and treat you like you’re this precious little jewel not to be broken. If you’re honest with yourself, you just like the way it feels when his hand connects with your ass and he uses you however he pleases.
“Let me out.” He walks over to the bars.
“Is that anyway to talk to a princess!” You frown, your stomach doing flips when you see him clench his jaw, annoyance now overtaking the poutiness.
“You’re not funny. Unlock this and let me out. Now.”
“You did cause quite a lot of trouble,” you ponder, noting how his hands are now gripping the bars so hard that his knuckles are turning white, “and I do risk my father finding out every time I break you out of this dungeon. I wouldn’t like him to find out I’ve been going behind his back.”
“This little game you’re playing, it won’t work. You push too far and you’ll get nothing you want.” He hisses through the bars.
“I’m the princess, I always get what I want.”
“Well.” He holds the bars that bit tighter, “see here’s your problem. We both know you’re already dripping because,” he smirks, “we both know you're desperate. And this is where I wonder if you can get your little head around what I’m going to say. You take much longer to unlock this fucking door and I won’t touch you. And if you don’t let me out, then I still don’t touch you and you have to go through the embarrassment of trying to touch yourself,” he sighs in fake sadness, “which we both know you’re fucking terrible at.”
Curse him.
“Maybe I just agree with my father that you’ve gone too far.” You shrug.
“Do you know what’s going too far? Changing into that nightgown and parading yourself around the castle knowing full well that it’s more or less see through. You relish other men looking at what’s mine? You think any of them would touch you the way I do? If you want other men, go and have them princess.”
“I don’t want other men,” you mumble, eyes fixed on his lips, “I want you.”
“Then open the fucking door _____!” He says through gritted teeth.
“O-okay,” you whisper quickly, your mind already heading to that warm soft subby space you love so much.
“Clever girl.” He smiles when you unlock the door after fumbling in your eagerness to see what he’s going to do.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips, ending it far too quickly in your opinion, and spins you round to land a harsh slap on your ass.
“Come on,” he has his hands on your shoulders as he guides you out of the dungeons and up the stone stairs to the back of the castle. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he mumbles into your neck as you both try to walk through the castle with his arms now wrapped round your waist.
It’s lucky everyone has gone to bed, even the kitchen maids have finished for the day, something you may have done on purpose when deciding just how long to make him suffer in the dungeons.
“It is quite grotesque,” you giggle at the memory of the rocking horse, though arch slightly when he pinches your nipple through the flimsy nightgown.
“I tried my best,” he grumbles, soft lips pecking your neck and causing you to stop in your tracks.
“Hey,” you turn around in his arms, “my love, I know you always try your best and I love you for that.”
“Even if I make a fool of myself? Even if your dad thinks I’m an idiot?”
“My dad does think you’re an idiot,” you grin at him, “but you’re his idiot. He’d fight a war if someone hurt you, you know?”
“You think?” He pouts, hands kneading your ass though you’re not sure he even realises he’s doing it.
“I know he would. When you went to visit your parents, he was quite bereft without you here to keep us all entertained.”
“Oh, so I’m nothing more than the court jester?”
“You know that’s not true,” you frown, “you infuriate him but you’re like a son to him. And I’m certain he knows you don’t actually stay in the dungeons, if he does then those guards are being very lax. They leave the keys hanging by the door every single time.”
“And yet you still took your fucking time to come and get me,” his eyes turn dark again now he’s got his worries out of the way, “it was all so you could show yourself off to anyone who may still be awake then?”
“It’s your favourite.” You look at Jeonghan in wonder, your pussy already dripping. You were dripping before you left your bed chamber if you’re honest with yourself.
“It doesn’t,” he spins you back around and attaches himself to your back again, his semi hard dick pressing into your ass, “mean that every servant and nobleperson alike gets to see you in it. Unless,” he plays with the lining off your sheer linen nightgown, “that’s what you wanted?”
He pulls your nightgown down as you walk together along the long stone corridor, lined with paintings of your ancestors, and exposes your naked breasts, making you gasp and yet clench around nothing. The cool air and sheer fabric had already hardened your nipples but now they were almost painful as the idea of someone spotting the king’s daughter being treated in such a way took hold. Jeonghan’s hands grope and grab at them as you finally near your living quarters, but he stops you before you reach the door, his lips sucking a harsh mark onto your neck and hands never leaving you, right in the large corridor where anyone could see you.
“This is what you wanted, you wanted anyone and everyone to see just how fucking pathetic my wife is? I bet if I lift this nightgown, there’ll already be a mess between your thighs.”
He chuckles evilly into your ear when you spread your legs a little, hoping his fingers would soon find their way to where you need them most.
“You’re so easy,” he smirks against your skin before he sucks another harsh mark onto your skin, “you want that? You want everyone to see me finger your desperate little cunt? Why don't we just invite everyone to watch how well I fuck you?”
You don’t answer him, just lean onto his chest when he tugs on your nipple particularly hard, just how he knows you like it.
“Answer me princess, do you want me to finger you here? Maybe if I treat you really well you’ll squirt all over the floor, how will we explain that to the servants?”
“Want,” you swallow, trying to collect yourself though you’re already breathless, “your dick. Bed.”
“Oh come on,” he sighs, slapping your left tit lightly and covering your mouth when you let out an airy moan, “use full sentences. Surely you can manage that? Princess?”
You loathe when he tries to get you to speak, he’s well aware your brain is currently caught between desperation and horny dumbness, the fact he’s still insisting on you speaking is just another way for him to show you who has the power here.
“I want,”
“Well done,” he coos.
“I want you to fuck me, i-in,” you moan when he purposely pinches your nipple to break up your sentence, “the bedchamber.”
“That’s nice dearest,” he moves away from you making you sway, and moves in front of you, eyes hungrily eating up your exposed breasts and blown out pupils, “but maybe I should make you wait,” he leans his shoulder against the door, arms folded and a smirk toying on his lips, “you know, how you made me wait?”
“No,” you whisper, not even pulling your nightgown up even though anyone could come wandering, “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
“Hmm,” he appraises you. “I don’t know.”
“Please, please Jeonghan,”
You’ve no idea who he’s trying to kid, you’re surprised his dick hasn’t broken out of his pants, it's that hard.
“Well I suppose so,” he rolls his eyes, like fucking you would be more of a hindrance than a pleasure. Something you know it’s not but fuck does him being like this make you even more desperate to please him.
“Thank you,” you move to sort out your night dress.
“Er, what are you doing? Leave that how it is, I didn’t say you could move it.”
Your arms drop to your side straight away, leaving your breasts exposed to him and awaiting what he wants you to do next.
What you don’t expect is for him to lunge forward, grab your neck and pull you the short distance towards him. His lips crash into yours in a fierce kiss that makes your knees almost give in. You got married six months after you first met him at your 21st birthday and, even after two children, you still get all giddy and tingly when you kiss him.
You shared your first kiss on the night of your birthday, much quicker than appropriate for a princess, but you knew he was the one for you. You were his the second you saw him almost crying over the lude marzipan and now his hand wrapped around your throat as his tongue dances with yours, just cements the fact that you will always be his.
“I love you,” he says against your lips, his thumb pressing just a little harder on your throat to just hammer it home.
“I love you too,” you rasp, your hand moving to rub his throbbing length through his pants.
“You’re always so badly behaved,” he taps your hand away from him, “get in there!” He points to the door, smirking to himself as you rush off, still exposed and your ass illuminated through your dress by the moonlight shimmering through the window.
There’s only one thing that could make this scene prettier Jeonghan thinks to himself. So before you pass the threshold he lands a hard slap on your ass, your moan bouncing off the stone walls and Jeonghan’s dick twitching in his pants when he sees the red mark it left behind.
“Shut the fuck up princess,” he says jokingly, his domiance breaking a little when he hears you giggling at his antics.
That break is gone as quick as it came though when you turn around and see him tearing his clothes off before the door has even slammed shut behind him.
Your eyes eat him up. To look at him you see a tall slender man but underneath the layers of undershirts, leather pants and long boots, is the body of an adonis. He's broad, broader than you think, and with a body that you know takes hours of training with your brother.
“Are you going to keep oggling me like I'm nothing but a piece of meat to you? Or are you going to take that fucking useless nightgown off?"
You don't need telling twice, your nightgown is off within a blink of an eye and your body exposed to the only man that's ever seen it. Thank god your parents threw that ridiculous party for you, if they hadn't you'd never be able to have this, to trust someone so much with your body, and your heart, like you do with Jeonghan.
He moves over to bed at his usual leisurely pace, not a care in the world that your thighs currently resemble a small waterfall, and lies down on the bed like he's about to have a nap.
All you can do is stand there awkwardly, your body covered in goosebumps from the breeze coming through the wooden shutters of the window, just waiting for what he wants you to do.
“Well come here then!" He says, like you should’ve known what he wanted you to do.
And you do. You rush over to him like he's bestowed the greatest honour upon you and throw your leg over him, taking his rock hard length into your hand and lining him up with your overly needy hole.
"Errrrr, what are you doing?”
"What?” You glance up at him wide eyed, his tip painfully close to where you need him.
"Did I say you could do that? You've hurt me _____, I don't think I'm ready to let you have your own way yet.”
How does he still remain so stoic when you can see he's already leaking? Your brain is panicking at the very thought of not having him inside you and yet he’s behaving like you're talking about which meat will be roasted for the next feast.
"N-no? But I thought…..”
"That's the problem isn't it. You need to stop doing that for now and just do what I want you to.”
“Ok," you whisper and place his length down on his stomach carefully, “can I sit down?"
“You may." He gestures to his thighs like he's offering you a throne.
"Thank you.” You sit down on his thighs, your head spinning from how close his dick is and how much you need it.
"Now. Take what you need.”
What?!
"What?”
"Don't say what, say pardon.”
"You're not my mother.”
You only realise you've answered him back when you utter the last word, your cheeks heat and tears well because you know nothing good will come from your smart ass remark.
"Oh princess,” he says in mock sadness, "there goes that brain again.” He pinches your nipples, making you whine, twisting them angrily before he releases them.
"I'll let that go. Isn't it lucky you married such a kind husband?”
You nod quickly, your fingers itching to touch him.
"Now. Take what you need.”
He says it again but you're still none the wiser as to what the fuck he needs. He knows what you need, you told him. But he's also just told you that you're not allowed to finally put his dick inside you. So what fuck does he want from you? And why is he making it like a test? If he doesn't explain himself soon you'll burst into tears, you're not ashamed of how much you need him.
“I don't know what you mean."
“Make yourself cum."
You frown at him.
“But you just said I couldn't put it in."
“You can't. I'll allow you to use me but you don't get the privilege of me being inside you yet."
“So……what do you mean?”
"I mean,” he grabs your hips harshly and drags you forward, "you can't put it in, but use it.”
Ah. Now you get what he means, why couldn't he just say that?!
“Good girl princess," he sighs, his dominance wavering when your folds nestle his length between them, his dick still flush against his stomach and his tip so close to your clit that it makes your knees go weak.
You don't move for a second, you can't, finally having something takes your breath away but there's a cruelty to this all none the less. He knows you’re desperate to feel him inside you, the fact it would only take a second to have him exactly where you need him and he's so fucking close to there too, is just unbelievably unfair of him. But god does it make you leak around his length.
“Move then!" he slaps your thigh.
You hum and nod, your lip caught between your teeth as you begin to drag your sopping pussy along your husband's dick.
"Fuck that's embarrassing isn't it?” His voice is strained and if you had any ability to comprehend what he was saying you'd be quite pleased he's finding it difficult to remain completely cold, "Just grinding yourself along my dick has you leaking this much? Look at it _____, my stomach is glistening in you and you've only been doing it for thirty seconds.”
You glance down, your hole clenching around nothing when you see that he's right, the moonlight illuminates your bodies and a sheen that's almost iridescent gleams up at you.
But you don't reply, you're too busy grinding hurriedly on his length, his leaking tip nudging your clit every time you move and making you quiver.
“Are you already close?" He chuckles condescendingly.
You are and you're not ashamed of it, you’re moving at a hell of pace thanks to how wet you've made his dick, if anything it feels a bit too slippy. And the way his fat tip feels on your clit is fucking incredible. And yet, even though you're close, you still can't help but feel empty as you feel his length under you. You get the sudden urge to scream at him and ignore his cruel plan. It would take a second, just one nimble manoeuvre and you'd be full of him.
"Don't,” he slaps your tits both at the same time making your movements get impossibly quicker, "you even think about it princess.”
Damn him for knowing you so well!
“Thank you," you don't even know what you're thanking him for, you suppose if you're nice to him, he'll give you what you want.
He just hums and watches you intently, his eyes shining and yet still holding that darkness in them as his finger tips glide up your stomach. Your body twitches at the simple touch making him smirk as his finger tips glide around your nipples and swirl up to your neck, your pussy leaking even more at what he's about to do.
"Please Jeonghan.”
You both know what you want. And he isn't going to refuse having that power over you.
"Filthy,” his hand wraps around your throat, "fucking woman.”
He applies just enough pressure to make it feel like your airway is being restricted but not entirely cut off. The lack of oxygen only makes you more desperate and impossibly more wet.
Jeonghan holds your throat in his grasp, basically holding your body up from his spot lying on the bed, as he watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure and your pussy leak all over him.
"Hurry. Up.” He says through gritted teeth, his hand tightening just a little bit on your throat.
Your hips stutter, just one two more nudges on your clit and you'll be there. Jeonghan knows your body, he knows your little tells and the second he sees your hips falter he lets go of your neck and grabs your hips.
He keeps your hips moving as your orgasm washes over you, the rush of air in your lungs after having been deprived of it makes your head all dizzy. That feeling is what you love, your body in the ultimate pleasure it can be and so relieved at having oxygen back in your lungs mixes together to create one of the greatest feelings in the world. And thanks to your husband and his need to make you happy, even when he's being cruel in the bedroom, he rides you through your euphoria until it all gets too much.
You fall onto him, his arms welcoming you but only for long enough to place a gentle kiss on your temple and roll you off him. You don’t stop him, you don’t want to, he knows your body is his and you know he’d never do anything to hurt you, not that you didn’t enjoy anyway.
Jeonghan makes sure you’re ok, you lying on your stomach on the bed and him leaning over you just to double check, before he spreads your legs. He smirks to himself as he sees you clench, very pleased that even after a mind altering orgasm, his perfect wife is still eager for me.
He doesn’t say anything and gives you no indication of what he’s doing but two hands land either side of your head and you feel his dick near your pussy and his toned chest against your sweaty back. One of his hands moves for just a second, you feel his tip against your leaking hole and within seconds he slams himself into you, bottoming out straight away and taking with it your breath and the last of your sanity.
“FUCK!” You scream, trying to throw your head back but just meeting his chest as his hands cage you in either side of your head.
“Shut up,” he groans, moving onto on his elbows so he’s fully on top of you and his free hand coming to cover your mouth, “you want everyone to hear how well I’m fucking you?”
“Mmph,” you try to say no but you don’t get a chance, one because of his hand covering your mouth and secondly because before you can try to say anything, he starts pistoling you at a brutal pace.
His hips move at the speed of light as he hammers his throbbing length in and out of you. The weight of him on top of you, reminding you that you can’t escape him or the way his big dick is bullying its way into your abused hole again and again, is your only purpose in life right now.
“Maybe next time,” he mumbles darkly into your ear, “you’ll fucking do something,” he bites your ear lobe when you squeeze his dick a bit too good, “when your husband is threatened with the dungeons.”
His dick keeps hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, your sweaty skin clinging to each other as he rams himself in and out of you.
“But then again,” he turns your head a little as best he can, “this is what you wanted. You wanted punishing for being a bad fucking wife.”
Tears are falling down your cheeks at this point and you’re so fucking close, not that you can tell him, he’s still muffling your noises with his hand and the only sounds filling your ears are Jeonghan’s grunts and the sound of your sopping pussy as he hammers into you.
“You’re lucky,” he swallows his hips getting unsteady, letting you both know he’s close, “I’m so good to you. Aren’t I my love? I’m always ready to help you see the error of your ways.”
He smacks down into you again and again, your ass jiggling as he does from the force of it and all it takes is one particularly hard thrust and you clench down so hard on him that you both cum at the same time. You feel him empty his balls deep inside you as warmth takes over your body once again. His hips are sloppy as he rides you both through it, his hand still over your mouth to muffle your moans but his other hand holds yours tight in his, letting you know already that he’s there even before your high has fully subsided.
“Good girl,” he groans as his hips slow and you start to twitch a little in over stimulation. “Did so well for me, my love.”
He presses little featherlight kisses up and down your neck as he finally comes to a stop and slowly pulls out of you and rolls over onto his back.
“Come on,” he says softly, as he moves as close to you as possible, lifting your arm over his stomach then he can hold you. “There you go, you did so good for me princess,” his fingers soothe your hair as you try to regulate your breathing and snuggle closer to him.
“That was,” you say, voice a little gravelly from the grip he had on your throat, “so amazing.”
He can feel your smile against his skin and you know damn well he’s beaming up at the ceiling looking pretty pleased with himself.
“Well it was when you finally did as you were told.”
You sit up to give him your best stern look, him faltering slightly and showing you that your gormless, loveable husband is fully back with you.
“And if you weren’t so ridiculous, you wouldn’t be in the dungeon in the first place!”
“I did genuinely think I’d done a good job with the carving.” He mumbles.
“Hey,” you sit up and smush his cheeks together, “you did better than any of us could do and I love that you even tried. I love how much you always try.”
You giggle when he tries to smile even though you’re smushing his cheeks together.
“But we do need to change the rocking horse.” You kiss him and settle back into your rightful spot on his chest.
“I think perhaps we ask the carpenter to come in and fix it,”
“Maybe you could start some lessons with him, you could try and make another one when you’ve learnt the craft.” You say as you draw patterns on his stomach.
“I won’t have time. I’m planning on starting tapestry making with the girls tomorrow, and our nephew if he’d like to.”
You bite your tongue, knowing full well last time he tried any sort of sewing, his hands were bandaged for a week. But he wants to do it and you know that your daughters are lucky to have a father who tries so hard for them and so you keep your reservations to yourself.
“They’d like that dearest,” you snuggle in closer to him, “we’re all very lucky to have you.”
