Here, have some citrus. :)
Takes place in Goryeo but in my imagined canon where nobody we love dies, nothing bad happens and *if* So marries Yeon Hwa it doesn't matter because she's never going to get any.
Storytime
"This isn't what I meant when I said the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood" Soo panted from where she lay on the bed, trying and failing to scold the man whose mouth was currently making it very hard for her to form any sort of coherent speech.
"Oh?" Her king props himself up on one elbow and takes a moment to pause in his attentions, dragging his eyes slowly upwards to meet her flushed gaze. Soo's jeogori is spread open like a blooming flower, her nipples still rosy and damp from his mouth. His left hand moves to splay itself across the base of her throat as he dips his head back down, running his tongue along the underside of her breasts and the valley between, working his way up slowly before not so gently nipping at her clavicle. Soo flushes and lets out an undignified whine when his mouth fastens itself to the side of her neck. He spends the next few moments taking turns between suckling at her pulse point and scraping his teeth along the patch of skin behind her ear until Soo clutches his shoulder convulsively, chest heaving.
"Would you like me to stop then?" he growls, pulling back and causing Soo's eyes to shoot open and her thighs to clench, shivering at both the predatory gleam in his eyes and the sudden draft of cold air that has her nipples pebbling in response. He stares down at her, every inch the wolf king, and Soo feels very much like a lamb about to be devoured. The side of his mouth curves crookedly and he takes her silence as an invitation to flick his thumb across her nipple.
Her eyes narrow at the blatant tease and she lets a huff of air escape, trying and failing to glare up at him. She knows she's a complete mess. Her robes are in various states of disarray, decorative hair pins tumbling from her once elegant coiffure. Her face is heated and she knows without looking that it's nearing the same shade of red as the curtains in his bedchamber. On that same note, she squirms, desperate to ignore the impossibly wet space between her thighs.
Her king watches the emotions fluttering across her face in quick succession, and as if he can read her mind his eyes soften, the grin on his face melting into a smile of wonderment and delight.
"You are always so beautiful."
Soo finds it hard to breathe when confronted with the raw display of love for her that is written across his face. As if she is the most beautiful and precious thing he has ever seen or ever will again. Tears prick her eyes and she shudders beneath the weight of his desire. At her movement, her king's face immediately changes to one of concern.
"Are you cold Soo-yah?" He lowers himself back down, moving to pull her closer while adjusting their positions on the bed until his body partly covers hers. He leans in to cover her face in kisses and the hand that had spent most of the evening teasing now cups her face, thumb stroking her cheek softly.
Soo's eyes crinkle into half moons. Her smile is damp, but she hides it by burrowing into his shoulder, sighing like a contented cat who has found the perfect patch of sunlight.
"Not anymore your majesty" she whispers.