Kisses with Sunghoon would be soft, passionate. He'd take his time easing you into the moment, and make sure that each kiss with him, whether it's the first kiss or the hundredth, would feel just as exhilarating as the last.
Sunghoon would use his hand to cup your jaw, bringing your faces close together while his other hand draws your body to his.
He'd rub your noses together, eyes closed, just basking in the moment.
He'd lean in and gently brush his lips against yours, taking in the way you tremble against him, your hands traveling across the expanse of his broad back, clutching the back of his shirt.
He'd trail his lips down your face, down your neck, to gently bite your collarbone, relishing in the little gasp you let out. He'd place the smallest, lightest kiss there, as subtle as a feather's caress.
He'd kiss his way back up your neck, all the way to your lips, before finally joining your lips together in a proper kiss.
He'd give you deep kisses, slightly tilting your head back as he devours your lips, tongue dipping between your willingly parted lips. He would caress every last millimetre of your mouth with his tongue, breathing you in.
His hands would hold you tight, chests pressing together to feel your hearts beat as one.
Kisses with Sunghoon would be soft, passionate. He'd take his time easing you into the moment, and make sure that each kiss with him, whether it's the first kiss or the hundredth, would feel just as exhilarating as the last.
Sunghoon would use his hand to cup your jaw, bringing your faces close together while his other hand draws your body to his.
He'd rub your noses together, eyes closed, just basking in the moment.
He'd lean in and gently brush his lips against yours, taking in the way you tremble against him, your hands traveling across the expanse of his broad back, clutching the back of his shirt.
He'd trail his lips down your face, down your neck, to gently bite your collarbone, relishing in the little gasp you let out. He'd place the smallest, lightest kiss there, as subtle as a feather's caress.
He'd kiss his way back up your neck, all the way to your lips, before finally joining your lips together in a proper kiss.
He'd give you deep kisses, slightly tilting your head back as he devours your lips, tongue dipping between your willingly parted lips. He would caress every last millimetre of your mouth with his tongue, breathing you in.
His hands would hold you tight, chests pressing together to feel your hearts beat as one.
Jake is the playful kisser. His motive is to just enjoy the moment.
He'd come up to you and ask for a kiss at any given time of the day, a simple "babe, kiss?" while tapping his pointer finger on his lips, hiding a grin at the mere thought of getting to be the one to cherish you.
He'd start with the lightest pecks, giggling in between each touch of your lips, before he properly kisses you.
But he's also a desperate kisser, kissing you like you're the oxygen he needs to survive.
He'd kiss you needily, leaving your heart racing, making you feel alive, which is exactly how he feels when he's with you.
He'd clutch you towards him, holding you so tight you wouldn't be able to tell each other apart, desperation in his every move, because you make him so needy for you, so desperate, by just existing.
You drive him crazy, and he doesn't know a better way to tell you how he feels about you than kissing you.
To Jake, you're his everything, and he'd ensure you know that too, by kissing you with everything he has.
Kisses with Heeseung will be nothing short of spicy. Every. Single. Time.
Maybe your first kiss was sweet, him gently caressing your face, eyes gazing lovingly into yours.
But once he gets comfortable, he's gonna devour you.
Every time he's in the mood for kisses, he'd slowly move towards you, eyes never wavering from your nervous face. He'd back you into a corner. Like a predator hunting its prey.
He'd slam his hands beside you, trapping you in. He'd keep staring, coaxing you into submission without words. He'd come close to you, lips a breath away, but never touching.
He'll stay just there, never joining your lips. Instead, he'd wait, make you desperate for him. Make you need him everywhere all at once.
He'd let you surge forward and finally fuse your lips together, make you think you have the upper hand.
But as soon as you let out a content sigh at finally feeling him against you, he'd smirk, before bringing his hands down, one on your waist, clutching hard enough to leave a bruise there in the shape of his hand, and another to the back of your neck, pulling you away from his lips by your hair.
He'd raise an eyebrow at your whiny begs, before he molds your lips together, biting, sucking, licking all over your mouth.
Bruises littering your neck, your kiss-swollen lips, your dazed eyes; it drives him crazy.
He'd give you a moment to collect your breath, before stealing it away again.
He'd make you think you have the upper hand, but he's always in charge.
You're his, and he likes to remind himself that every time he kisses you.
He's a big fan of closeness; he prefers if you're in his lap, or him lying on top of you, so he can pull you as close as is physically possible.
He'd also ensure that every time he kisses you, be it on the couch or you pushed against the wall, he won't stop till you're breathless, lips swollen, and the only thing on your mind being him.
His hands will be all over you, mindlessly touching any part he can reach. He wants you to feel him all over you, so he'll press against you, chests heaving together, as he completely wrecks your mind with a mere kiss.
He'll definitely get riled up. He will absolutely grind up against you, going feral at your desperate moans. He'll whisper "mine, mine, all fucking mine" as he lets your hips move against each other.
He'll also cover your body with his, like he's shielding you from the world. He'll envelope you in his warmth, make sure that all your senses are honed in on him.
He also likes to leave marks all over you, a testament to the fact that you're his and his alone.
He'll hold you tight and make sure to leave finger-shaped imprints on your waist, and a Jay-shaped imprint in your heart, every time.
genre: explicit, royalty au, marriage au, not minor friendly
synopsis: as a king, sunghoon was perfect. He was intelligent, kind, confident — basically everything a woman would want, not to mention how great he was in bed as the cherry on top. But why did his wife seemed to disagree? Did she really hate him or was it all an act? Sunghoon didn’t know, but he was for sure sick of hiding his feelings.
warnings: dom!king hoon, he’s a little annoying but in a hot way, lovers in denial, hint of e2l, small plot, bathtub s*x, unprotected s*x, mentions of kitchen s*x, cute love confession at the end, this is mostly cute imo
word count: 2.7k
note: this is practically my version of the even days on Queen Charlotte, enjoy 🫰🏼
Let’s get over with it, you thought to yourself, standing before the glorious gates of the king’s room as you pushed them open, walking inside with a confidence that was half fake.
You did not like doing this, not one bit, yet you weren’t given the luxury of making your own decisions.
After all you had one task — birthing a new heir for the throne, it couldn’t be that hard now could it?
However it was, it really was hard with a person like him — with a person who’s not only a know it all but also as stubborn as a goat.
Gosh, he was so annoying with his stupidly handsome face and no, you did not care if it was a treason to call him that.
But the hardest part wasn’t the fact that you had to perform the “marital act” with him every other day on even days of the week, it was the fact that you had to hide that you actually liked it and that you were not being pretentious.
Why the hiding, you wonder? Because he was a jerk, a great king for his nation, true, but a trashy husband to you. And if you were supposed to age together, he had to improve, whether he liked it or not.
Which was why you were determined to get on his nerves just as much as he did to yours, thinking that it could make him question his perfect self, maybe for the sake of his marriage.
And well, given that he also was tired of hiding his feelings for you, that sly plan of yours seemed to have hope.
“We’re supposed to spend the night together.” You said as you stood before the bathtub that Sunghoon, who happened to be the mentioned king and husband, was bathing in, “It’s an even day today.”
Oh yeah, right, even day, he thought as he eyed you up and down, lips curling up to a smug smirk which dictated the fact that he liked your nightgown.
You looked astonishing, just like how you always did.
It was really a shame that he won’t be telling you that though, since you were treating him as if he was your enemy ever since your first morning together, making him wonder what he did so wrong.
I mean, you were newly wedded, both of you had given consent for this marriage so what was the issue? Why were you so mean to him?
He honestly didn’t have a clue, but it was true that his patience was running out thanks to you, and your cute little grumpy face.
“Leave us.” He ordered at the young man, his servant, who was standing by the door.
As the young man followed his command, you slipped out of your slippers, trying to untie the knot above the tiny buttons of your gown to take it off of you, but failing miserably despite your continuous attempts.
“Just get in.” Sunghoon bluntly spoke, eyes looking somewhat amused as he laid in the tub clothless, his muscular body full on display before you.
Yes he was unbearable as a person, but let’s be honest, he was hot as hell — maybe even hotter thanks to his cockiness.
Without rejecting, you did as you were told, stepping inside the warm water, letting it wet the long skirt of your gown as you kneeled in between his legs.
He didn’t resist your touch once you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, lips resting merely an inch away from each other as you both sighed with expectation.
He was the one that closed the unnecessary gap, pushing his plump lips that you secretly really liked kissing on yours.
You leaned over as you kissed him back, placing your legs on both sides of his thighs, letting him pull you on his manhood with the grasp he had on your waist.
He was eager, so eager, and why did you enjoy that?
It felt like you were both in a rush to feel each other, almost as if you were doing this out of love and not because you were forced by the elders, aka his mom and her useless council of lords.
Well, calling this love would be bold but one thing was for sure, and it was that no power in the world could force either of you into doing something you didn’t like.
So yeah, despite the fact that none of you admit it, the even days of the week were for sure your favorite.
The way you both hissed once his tip brushed over your entrance was a living proof of that as you broke the kiss for a brief second, wanting to take a look at his handsome face.
He was frowning, biting his lips as you sank down on him, taking him more and more gradually until there was nothing left outside.
Ugh that feeling — the feeling of him filling you up to the max, it was freaking perfect.
His hands were now roaming on your body, caressing your back and playıng with your breasts over the thin fabric that weighed on you.
He groaned once you started to rock your hips on his, digging his nails into your skin almost as if he was trying to leave a mark behind.
The way you squeezed him tightly with your warmth was one thing, he was in love with it, true, but what drove him insane was the look on your face — the look of pure pleasure as you began to ride him, mouth gaping open to leave the most beautiful whimpers he has ever heard.
Ugh seriously, how dare you could be so attractive when you were so rebellious? He couldn’t stand that, you know?
You truly deserved a punishment for that, queen or not.
Placing both hands on your hips, he led you into a faster pace, all the while sneakily making his way back to your lips, enclosing them with his needy ones.
God he hated you, he hated to feel so needy for you, he hated the fact that he was burning for you while you treated him like shit, causing him to go mad all alone with the thoughts of you spiraling inside his mind.
But he loved you, he loved you so much that he was enduring it for you, pretending to be okay with it all — pretending to be only doing this for the sake of the throne.
Whereas he didn’t even care for an heir, not a single bit, no, he was just lying to not give you the upper hand.
Because how could he just confess his wild love for you when you were complaining about how bothering it was to have him breathing in the rooms of your palace just the other day?
Yeah, it was true that you made up for yourself after that with how you let him fuck you on the dinner table but let’s be honest, it was still really rude, even for you.
He couldn’t just forget about that, could he?
But honestly, he sort of really wanted to, especially when all he cared about was the way you made him feel every time he touched you, every time he made you his and every time he filled you up with his seeds — just like how he was about to do right now.
“Close,” you mumbled, arching your back as you let your head fall behind, your lips separating from his to expose more of your gorgeous neck for him, “I'm close, do not slow down.”
He scoffed, speechless at the audacity you had then again. You were giving orders to the king himself without a single care in the world, surely you were a mad woman, maybe as mad as him even.
Or maybe you were his perfect match, just like his servant pointed out the other day.
Giving a light squeeze to your buttocks, he trailed his hands on your body, reaching to your neck to wrap his hands around it. He didn’t forget to fondle your tıts on his way there, loving the way they were perfectly fitting in his palms.
After his long fingers were placed tightly around your throat, he pulled you down, speaking against your lips before he kissed them, “You can be a lady for once and ask for it kindly, you know,” he whispered, sarcastic with his tone, “it won’t kill you, I promise.”
“Please,” you replied, which was enough to surprise him as he froze in his spot, suddenly gulping down was an unmanageable task at the sound of your whiny request, “just don’t slow down, please.”
Shaking his head, he tried to break the spell you just unknowingly casted on him, “See,” he cleared his throat, pretending his best to seem unbothered, “it was not that hard now, was it my queen?”
“It was, actually,” you disagreed, pecking his lips with a shit eating grin on your face, “my heart almost stopped as I was saying the p word, my king.”
He giggled, biting his lips as he moved closer to give you a proper kiss, his tongue melting on yours once he poked it inside your mouth.
Although the conversation between you could be called cute, his thrusts and his kisses couldn't be included in the same category.
Guess he isn’t such a gentleman when it comes to making love, you thought, secretly enjoying this side of him.
And by the passing second, he only became more and more aggressive, the pressure in between your legs increasing a crazy amount with every push of his hips.
“Sunghoon ..” you called out for him in between sloppy kisses, struggling to keep yourself on your knees with the way they trembled.
“I know, do not worry,” he whispered, feeling the same way as you, desperately craving his high, almost like a teen boy, “I won’t stop until you’re there, I promise.”
And oh dear God, the list of things that he could sacrifice over the way you kissed him right now, it had no limit.
This was the first time he’s seen you being so needy, so passionate and so defenseless with him that he couldn’t help but to wonder if the whole “I hate your existence” thing that you got going on with him was fake.
Perhaps you were pretending just like him, but what for?
Now that he thought about it, maybe he hasn’t been a good husband to you and maybe — that was the reason behind your small riots.
If that was the case, then there was hope for your marriage, which without a doubt was all he asked for.
For sure you had your reasons to be beefing with him, I mean he had many faults towards you — like leaving you all alone at the first night of your marriage just so he could ‘observe the stars’ in his private observatory, but in the bigger picture it really was not his fault either.
He was raised to be a king, to be perfect, to be a scientist, to be a role model — not to be a husband unfortunately, and that hasn’t been a problem until after you’ve arrived.
Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t complaining, it was just that your existence near him changed more than he thought.
First of all it changed him and it really was harder than you could guess to adjust.
Just a few days back he was a young boy who did not care for anything else besides the planet Venus, yet today the only thing that he was thinking about was you, and what he could do to impress you, in hopes of making you hate him less.
So to put it shortly, he just needed some time to make everything perfect, that was all.
It was your pretty voice what pulled him out of his trans as you were calling for the name of god after his. Your body was collapsed on his, your arms wrapped around his neck while you were panting against his ear, putting your last drop of energy to your legs in order to be able to keep on bouncing upon him.
“Shhh, you’re alright,” he whispered as he hugged your waist, taking some weight off your tired knees as he helped you with your movements using his strong arms, leading you up and down repeatedly, “I’ve got you y/n, it’s alright.”
“I’m … I-I think I’m …”
“Do it.” he cut your words, lips landing endless kisses on your neck as his grip tightened. His face was buried on your skin while he was trying to focus on his nearing high, hoping to arrange it at the same time with yours.
And he was successful with it, the seeds of your future generation spilling from his thick shaft into you, filling you up all good like your previous times.
Neither of you were quiet with your climaxes as you both groaned and sighed, hands all over each other, desperately searching for a space to hold on.
“Are you well?” he managed to utter after a while later, all breathless as he rested his face on your shoulders. You seemed just as exhausted as him, he could tell it from the way your heart was beating.
Yes, it was so loud that he could hear it, wasn’t that so cute?
“Mhm, I’m .. uhh .. fine.” you replied, forcing out your words with your half closed eyes, trying to remove yourself from where you were sitting on top of Sunghoon with your weak arms. “I should leave you .. um, good night.”
Now that you were done with each other, it was time that you left, right? I mean, It wasn’t like you had any good reasons to stay anyway.
Well, it looked like Sunghoon did not agree with you, not in the slightest bit.
“Wait — ” he stopped you, raising his head from where it was resting on your chest to look you in the eyes. And your eyes, lord, they were so beautiful. “Don’t leave tonight, just stay,” he said, using his kindest tone, “please, y/n, I’m asking you.”
“But — ”
“No buts,” he shushed you, caressing your lips with his thumb as he pressed it on them, “enough with this cold war between us, let us put an end to it already, yeah?”
You were left tongue-tied at his sudden offer, fluttering your lashes a few times as you observed his face. He was serious — sincere even, you could sense it with your heart, which was a first.
Were you surprised? hell yes, but this was a good thing.
He was trying to show that he was willing to take the first step for you and needless to say, it was as impressive as it was cute. He was probably freaking out on the inside, hoping miserably for you to take a step towards him as well, so that the unbearable gap between you two would vanish.
Clearing your throat, “Yeah,” you hummed, nodding your head, “I’d love that.”
“And no more even days or odd days,” he added, wrapping his arms around you even stronger, wanting to give you no space in case you tried to run away, “we shall have all of our days like this, together.”
Failing to stop your curiosity from getting the best of you, “But why now?” you asked.
I mean this was sweet and all, like who wouldn’t want peace with their husband but, what happened out of nowhere? You wanted to know, you had to know so you repeated yourself, “Why the change now?”
“Because I want my wife every day of the week, regardless of the date,” he answered, his eyes never leaving yours as they burned a hole through your soul, “I love her too much to let another day go to waste without her near me, that’s why.”
Wait, did you hear that right? Did he just tell you that he — ohmygod, did he just confess?
“Y-you … you love me?”
“I’m crazy about you, my queen,” he approved, a beautiful smile spreading all over on his handsome face as he leaned in to steal your breath with his lips once again before he whispered,
“I’m as crazy as a mad dog for you, if only you could see.”
You're his, and he likes to remind himself that every time he kisses you.
He's a big fan of closeness; he prefers if you're in his lap, or him lying on top of you, so he can pull you as close as is physically possible.
He'd also ensure that every time he kisses you, be it on the couch or you pushed against the wall, he won't stop till you're breathless, lips swollen, and the only thing on your mind being him.
His hands will be all over you, mindlessly touching any part he can reach. He wants you to feel him all over you, so he'll press against you, chests heaving together, as he completely wrecks your mind with a mere kiss.
He'll definitely get riled up. He will absolutely grind up against you, going feral at your desperate moans. He'll whisper "mine, mine, all fucking mine" as he lets your hips move against each other.
He'll also cover your body with his, like he's shielding you from the world. He'll envelope you in his warmth, make sure that all your senses are honed in on him.
He also likes to leave marks all over you, a testament to the fact that you're his and his alone.
He'll hold you tight and make sure to leave finger-shaped imprints on your waist, and a Jay-shaped imprint in your heart, every time.
Kisses with Heeseung will be nothing short of spicy. Every. Single. Time.
Maybe your first kiss was sweet, him gently caressing your face, eyes gazing lovingly into yours.
But once he gets comfortable, he's gonna devour you.
Every time he's in the mood for kisses, he'd slowly move towards you, eyes never wavering from your nervous face. He'd back you into a corner. Like a predator hunting its prey.
He'd slam his hands beside you, trapping you in. He'd keep staring, coaxing you into submission without words. He'd come close to you, lips a breath away, but never touching.
He'll stay just there, never joining your lips. Instead, he'd wait, make you desperate for him. Make you need him everywhere all at once.
He'd let you surge forward and finally fuse your lips together, make you think you have the upper hand.
But as soon as you let out a content sigh at finally feeling him against you, he'd smirk, before bringing his hands down, one on your waist, clutching hard enough to leave a bruise there in the shape of his hand, and another to the back of your neck, pulling you away from his lips by your hair.
He'd raise an eyebrow at your whiny begs, before he molds your lips together, biting, sucking, licking all over your mouth.
Bruises littering your neck, your kiss-swollen lips, your dazed eyes; it drives him crazy.
He'd give you a moment to collect your breath, before stealing it away again.
He'd make you think you have the upper hand, but he's always in charge.
Kisses with Sunghoon would be soft, passionate. He'd take his time easing you into the moment, and make sure that each kiss with him, whether it's the first kiss or the hundredth, would feel just as exhilarating as the last.
Sunghoon would use his hand to cup your jaw, bringing your faces close together while his other hand draws your body to his.
He'd rub your noses together, eyes closed, just basking in the moment.
He'd lean in and gently brush his lips against yours, taking in the way you tremble against him, your hands traveling across the expanse of his broad back, clutching the back of his shirt.
He'd trail his lips down your face, down your neck, to gently bite your collarbone, relishing in the little gasp you let out. He'd place the smallest, lightest kiss there, as subtle as a feather's caress.
He'd kiss his way back up your neck, all the way to your lips, before finally joining your lips together in a proper kiss.
He'd give you deep kisses, slightly tilting your head back as he devours your lips, tongue dipping between your willingly parted lips. He would caress every last millimetre of your mouth with his tongue, breathing you in.
His hands would hold you tight, chests pressing together to feel your hearts beat as one.
Kisses with Heeseung will be nothing short of spicy. Every. Single. Time.
Maybe your first kiss was sweet, him gently caressing your face, eyes gazing lovingly into yours.
But once he gets comfortable, he's gonna devour you.
Every time he's in the mood for kisses, he'd slowly move towards you, eyes never wavering from your nervous face. He'd back you into a corner. Like a predator hunting its prey.
He'd slam his hands beside you, trapping you in. He'd keep staring, coaxing you into submission without words. He'd come close to you, lips a breath away, but never touching.
He'll stay just there, never joining your lips. Instead, he'd wait, make you desperate for him. Make you need him everywhere all at once.
He'd let you surge forward and finally fuse your lips together, make you think you have the upper hand.
But as soon as you let out a content sigh at finally feeling him against you, he'd smirk, before bringing his hands down, one on your waist, clutching hard enough to leave a bruise there in the shape of his hand, and another to the back of your neck, pulling you away from his lips by your hair.
He'd raise an eyebrow at your whiny begs, before he molds your lips together, biting, sucking, licking all over your mouth.
Bruises littering your neck, your kiss-swollen lips, your dazed eyes; it drives him crazy.
He'd give you a moment to collect your breath, before stealing it away again.
He'd make you think you have the upper hand, but he's always in charge.
Jake is the playful kisser. His motive is to just enjoy the moment.
He'd come up to you and ask for a kiss at any given time of the day, a simple "babe, kiss?" while tapping his pointer finger on his lips, hiding a grin at the mere thought of getting to be the one to cherish you.
He'd start with the lightest pecks, giggling in between each touch of your lips, before he properly kisses you.
But he's also a desperate kisser, kissing you like you're the oxygen he needs to survive.
He'd kiss you needily, leaving your heart racing, making you feel alive, which is exactly how he feels when he's with you.
He'd clutch you towards him, holding you so tight you wouldn't be able to tell each other apart, desperation in his every move, because you make him so needy for you, so desperate, by just existing.
You drive him crazy, and he doesn't know a better way to tell you how he feels about you than kissing you.
To Jake, you're his everything, and he'd ensure you know that too, by kissing you with everything he has.
they're both either the brattiest of brats, or the babiest of babies 🥺
Jake and Hoonie, who are so eager to please you. All starry eyed, waiting by your feet for instructions.
Jake, who's so excited about eating you out. He'd eat you like a puppy, all messy and sloppy and eager, tongue diving deep into you.
Hoon, who waits like a good boy, who's eyes light up when you turn to him and pull him in for a kiss.
Jake and Hoon, who impatiently wait for you to decide who gets to fuck you for the night. They know you won't let them go to bed needy, you'll always suck off the other one, but nothing gets them off faster than your cunt.
Subby babies Jake and Hoon, who look awestruck when you tell your baby boys that they can both have you tonight. Babies will be so excited about getting to satisfy you 🥺
incubus!jay who enters ur home one night, in awe of ur beauty, even while u are sleeping.
he leaves a feather like kiss on ur exposed neck, his fingertips slowly and gently sliding up and down ur sides. the more he kisses ur neck and chest, he more rough he gets. he starts to lose his control, leaving wet and sloppy kisses, groping ur entire body. u moan from the feeling, unsure where it’s coming from.
when u finally wake up, u are in shock of what u see. jay whose head is between ur thighs, both of his hands are on ur panties, close to pull them off completely. “shhh, i’ll take good care of u. just relax for me, okay baby?” he says, before his tongue goes into ur soaking pussy.
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