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wistfulwanderingone · 26 days ago

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"The Weight of Roses"

- The King & Belle

Personal 2025 Weekly Writing Goal - Week #1

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Characters: The King & His Belle (Jin - sort of)

Genre: Angst

Word Count: ~2300

Summary:

She was his light in the shadows, the one who believed in the man he could be. But in a world ruled by duty, love is the hardest battle to win.

As the sun sets on the garden, a prince must decide—his heart or his kingdom.

SPOILER WARNING: There be spoilers ahead for some routes, at the very least Jin's. So if you have not read his route and do not want spoiler's please do not keep reading.

The prince leaned against the cool stone wall of the palace gardens, his eyes fixed on the fading horizon. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the carefully tended roses, but his thoughts were far from the blooms that courtiers praised for their perfection. His mind was on her.

Coralie.

Even her name carried an air of quiet strength. It wasn’t the type of name meant to echo through the stately halls of Rhodolite—it stood apart, different but unpretentious. And yet it lingered, just like her presence. She didn’t belong in his gilded world, yet she had a way of eclipsing everything within it.

The first time he saw her was when the lead minister of the court introduced her as “Belle,” the woman who would choose the next king. “Belle” was described as a figure of extraordinary virtue and pure heart, someone with the wisdom to judge him and his brothers and the insight to select the one most capable of guiding the kingdom toward prosperity and maintaining its delicate alliances with neighboring realms. Every boy born to the royal family grew up hearing tales of “Belle”.

And Coralie was a myth made flesh, a symbol of the kingdom’s ideals, whose choice would shape the future of the realm.

She wasn’t the most striking woman at first glance, her beauty quiet and unassuming, but there was something in her that he sensed right away—an energy, a light—words didn’t seem to come to him. When she had stood before him as he was introduced to her, she had smiled, and in that instant, he was undone.

It wasn’t the carefully practiced kind he saw in court—those smiles were polished and empty, meant to curry favor or mask disdain. No, her smile was real, an honest expression of joy that seemed to reach out and warm his soul. It was as though she carried the sun in her chest, radiating its warmth to anyone lucky enough to stand near her.

As he had offered a polite bow, Coralie tilted her head, her eyes twinkling as she looked him directly in the eye, her gaze steady, curious, and without a trace of fear. "Your Highness, I hope you're not one of those princes who only looks charming when they're trying to impress someone."

Her courage startled him. And he straightened as a surprised chuckle escaped his lips. "And if I were?"

She shrugged with a playful smirk. "Then I’d suggest we skip the formalities and you show me who you really are. I’ve already seen enough polished masks for one day. And I’m here to judge the real you, not your perfected persona.”

He should have laughed it off, dismissed her words like any other prince in his position would. But he didn’t. Instead, he sought her out again and again—conversations in the halls, stolen moments in the garden, a quiet exchange of secrets under the moonlight.

She would be making her decision soon. There was only one petal left of “Belle’s Time”. He knew it. She knew it. Their time together was almost over.

The trees rustled, and he opened his eyes once more. She hadn’t arrived at their secret part of the garden yet, but she was everywhere. In the flowers blooming along the path, in the sunlight casting shadows along the pathways, in the gentle rose-scented breeze that stirred the leaves. She had become a part of him, and he wasn’t sure he could let her go.

He loved her.

But what could he offer her? A prince’s life was not his own, bound by duty and expectation. He could already hear the protests of the ministers, the whispers of scandal if he pursued her. A prince didn’t marry for love—they married for alliances, for power.

And yet, the thought of her leaving, of never hearing her laugh again, was unbearable.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. What was it about her that pulled at him so fiercely? He couldn’t quite name it, but there was something magnetic about her simplicity, her authenticity. She was a woman who seemed to carry the world lightly, as if the burdens others groaned under were merely part of life’s dance to her. She had a way of seeing things—no, of being—that made him question everything he thought he knew. When she talked with him, his insecurities, his fears, his very sense of inadequacy seemed to lessen, dissolving like mist beneath the warmth of her voice. She didn’t just speak to him—she believed in him, in ways no one else ever had.

With her, he felt that he could be more than the man he was—a man of conviction, of strength, of purpose. She drew out pieces of him he hadn’t even known were there, glimpses of the kind of ruler he might become, not because of power or tradition, but because of the humanity she saw within him. Her love—her presence—was a force that steadied him, made him feel as though the weight of the crown could be borne, as long as she stood beside him.

But even now, the thought twisted in his chest—what would he become if he lost her? Without her, those glimpses of strength might flicker and fade, like embers left untended. The idea of a life without her wasn’t just painful; it was terrifying. Her presence filled the hollow spaces within him, spaces he hadn’t even known were there until she began to mend them.

If she ever left, if she were taken from him, it wouldn’t just break his heart—it would unmake him. The thought lingered like a shadow, whispering that his strength, his purpose, his very sense of self, might crumble in her absence. She wasn’t just someone he loved; she was the compass that pointed him toward the man and king he could be.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel path pulled him from his thoughts. He straightened, his heart quickening despite himself. A moment later, she appeared, stepping through the arch of climbing roses that framed their secret garden. Her dark burgundy hair swayed with her movements, the vibrant color catching the fading light, and for a moment, she looked almost otherworldly.

“Am I late?” she asked, her voice light, though there was a teasing note in her tone. She tilted her head, the corners of her lips curving into a faint smile that sent warmth coursing through him.

“Not at all,” he replied, his voice softer than he intended. “You’re just in time.”

She stepped closer, her hands brushing lightly over the roses before settling at her sides. When her green eyes found his, they softened, and she smiled. “You’ve been waiting for me.”

“I always am,” he said, and though his tone was light, the weight of the truth behind it hung in the air.

She reached for him then, her hand resting on his arm before sliding down to meet his. It reminded him of the first time she’d done it, back when they’d both pretended they didn’t care who might see. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “You’ll be a good king. I see it in you.”

Her words pierced him, filling him with both hope and despair. She believed in him, even when he doubted himself. She brought him strength, brought out qualities in him he never knew existed. But could he be the man she thought he could without her?

“Sometimes I wonder…” she said softly, a hint of uncertainty in her tone, as she gazed up at him, “what are you afraid of?”

Her question lingered in the air, unguarded and raw. It struck something deep within him—something he hadn’t been ready to face, much less name. He held her gaze, the weight of the moment pressing against his chest.

The shadows deepened as the sun dipped lower, and he stepped closer, his hand still holding hers. “Losing this,” he finally said, his voice low and steady. “Losing you.”

She tilted her head, her expression softening into something poignant. Her breath caught as their eyes met, the moment stretching between them like a fragile thread. “You’re stronger than you think.” She looked down at their joined hands, her thumb grazing over his knuckles in a small, unconscious motion. “And even if you lose me…you’ll go on. You’ll become the king this kingdom needs.”

He watched her, his chest tightening with the weight of what he couldn’t say. I love you. I need you. Don’t leave.

His fingers tightened around hers, and his jaw set. “If you choose me, Coralie, we’ll find a way.”

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to their joined hands. “And if I do…” Her voice softened, carrying the weight of her doubt. “You know what they’ll do. To me. To us.”

He drew in a slow breath, his resolve steady as he tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. “I know. But none of it changes how I feel about you.”

Her lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” he said softly. “But you’re worth it.”

Her gaze lingered on him for a long moment before she leaned in, her head resting briefly against his shoulder. It was a small, fleeting gesture, but it said everything they couldn’t.

And as the shadows deepened around them, he knew the truth. Even if he claimed her, the ministers would never allow it. They would call her unfit, a commoner with no place in the palace, and they would stop at nothing to ensure she could never become queen. They would twist the role of Belle into a scandal, discredit her, and strip away the freedom that made her who she was. She wouldn’t just face whispers in the court—she would face hatred, plots, and isolation.

And yet, despite the odds against them, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting her. Loving her.

Surely, the garden’s light would fade before his love for her ever did. And yet, despite the impossibility, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting her. Loving her. Surely, that would have to be enough. Surely, that would have to be enough.

The king stood at the tall, arched window of his chambers, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Below, the palace courtyard bustled with activity—soldiers, ministers, and courtiers, all playing their parts in the kingdom’s endless dance of politics and power. But his eyes were fixed on a single figure.

Coralie.

She didn’t struggle as they led her away, her dark burgundy hair loose and wild against the plain gray cloak they’d draped over her shoulders. Her steps were steady, her chin held high, even as whispers rippled through the gathered crowd. She walked with the grace of a queen, though the court had never—would never allow her to become one.

His hands trembled where they were clasped behind his back. He wanted to shout for them to stop, to demand they bring her back to him, but his voice remained locked in his throat. He had made his choice—or rather, the choice had been made for him. He was weak. He always had been. His only strength had been from her, and even that wasn’t enough for him to fight for their love.

A hand settled on his shoulder, firm and suffocating. The lead minister stood beside him, his voice calm and smooth, like poison poured into wine. “It is for the best, Your Majesty,” the man said, his words laced with hollow reassurance. “The kingdom cannot afford the instability of a commoner queen. Lady Michel will secure the alliances we need and ensure the crown’s strength. This sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

“Sacrifice,” he murmured, the word barely audible. His gaze never left Coralie as she neared the gates.

“Yes,” the minister replied with a slight incline of his head. “Sacrifice is the foundation of great leadership. The people will see this as a testament of your devotion to the kingdom.”

The king’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding as the word echoed in his mind. Sacrifice. It was what they had demanded of him again and again—his love, his humanity, his very soul—all for the sake of the crown.

Below, Coralie paused. For a fleeting second, he thought she might look back. That her eyes might meet his one last time. But she didn’t. Her head remained high, her focus forward, as she disappeared through the iron gates and out of his life.

“You’ve made the right decision,” the minister continued, his grip tightening on the king’s shoulder. “This is what it means to be a ruler. To rise above personal desires and embrace what is necessary.”

The king’s hands curled into fists, nails digging so deeply into his palms that he felt the sting of broken skin. Personal desires? They had no idea what they’d taken from him. What they’d destroyed.

“You may leave,” he said sharply, his voice low and cold enough to slice through the minister’s empty platitudes.

The man hesitated, then withdrew his hand and bowed. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, the king exhaled slowly, his breath trembling as he let the mask slip, just for a moment. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his eyes closing as the image of her departure burned itself into his memory.

The courtyard was empty now, but he could still see her in his mind—the tilt of her head, the set of her shoulders, the quiet defiance in every step. She had made him feel brave, strong. She had been the one person who believed in him, the one who made him feel like he could be more than a crown.

Now the garden seemed darker, colder, a reflection of the void she had left behind. He felt it growing inside him—a shadow he couldn’t shake, a bitterness that festered with every passing moment.

The ministers thought they had preserved the kingdom, but they had taken something far more precious. He had given them his heart, and in return, they had left him with a crown that felt more like a noose.

The garden’s light had faded.

And with it, the man he had been began to unravel.

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judenostopwaitkeepgoing · 4 months ago

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IkéPrince's Favorite Kinks 😈

18+ | MDNI! | IkéPrinces x Fem!Reader

CW: Some kinks are not for everyone! Mentions of (consensual!) power imbalances, bodily harm/violence, Dom/Sub dynamics, humiliation/taking advantage, mentions of cutting/blood, some slight CNC (somnophilia), (consensual) controlling behavior, mentions of fingering, p-in-v sex, and more!

AN: These are just my opinions on which kinks the princes/other Rhodolite court members would be into! Some of them are a little more on the extreme side of things! Haha! This post is for all you fellow freaks out there! Enjoy!!

Jin Grandet – Sensation Play / Sensory Deprivation (blindfolding)

Jin is a slut, it’s true, but he doesn’t strike me as the kinkiest guy in Rhodolite. However! He likes to spice things up now and again! I feel like he would get a kick out of being lightly tickled with a feather as foreplay—even better if it was happening while he was blindfolded. Anything to draw out the anticipation and tension for this guy who usually doesn’t have to work that hard at getting someone into bed with him lol. Also, imagine lightly tracing a finger or a butter knife or a feather or literally anything over those shoulder and chest muscles....? And he might even let out a little low-toned nervous chuckle...?? Yeesh. 😮‍💨

Chevalier Michel – Overstimulation/Edging

Chev loves to have the power! He loves to make you squirm! He thinks it’s hot but also it genuinely amuses him! Lol. What a monster this guy would be. He’s written in his route/canonically as having awkward, fumbling movements when it comes to romance/intimacy, but I’m sorry, I do not buy it! Sorry to you, Ikéwriters! You’re wrong! This dude is so confident it is almost scary! He would be so commanding in bed!! For real!! Like, he is perfect at everything and has read so many romance novels...??? Like he would be lethal??? Imagine him fingering you so deftly that you are about to come, and then he extracts himself from you so suddenly that your heart almost falls out of your chest, but you look up and he’s just smirking at you??? King Chev needs to unwind too okay!!

Clasvis LeLouch – Bondage

Another member of the Rhodolitian Sluts Committee! However, Clavis is a “gentleman.” He “respects” you or whatever. Haha, I actually don’t think he would be that kinky, but I do think that he knows his way around some rope lmao. He’s always setting traps! He’s bound to set a trap for you in your bedroom one of these days. And that trap would be designed in a way that some rope would happen to pull you up by your wrists, leaving you helpless and writhing like a little worm on a hook for him. What is he supposed to do? Not toy with your body and tease you until you come?? He’s so considerate though! Always just thinking about your pleasure... What’s the problem?? 😇

Leon Dompteur – Breeding Kink

Okay, don’t come for me, but I genuinely think that Leon is the least kinky of all of the princes. He’s so noble and so egalitarian that I can’t really picture him getting into sexy stuff that requires power exchanges or pain or too much tension even. There’s a world of kink beyond those things, of course, but he just reads like a sweet vanilla boyfriend to me! But! I can see him getting particularly excited by the idea of putting his babies inside you haha. He would come inside you one time and then not be able to stop thinking about the possibility of you getting pregnant—imagining your belly swelling up, your glow as you carry his child... he’d get all embarrassed by how much the idea turns him on! He’d sheepishly bring it up at first, but before long he’d be whispering in his husky daddy voice about how he’s going to fill you up with his seed. Teehee!

Yves Kloss – Food Play

I mean, chef Yves feeding you his delicious treats? Or eating off of your naked body? Treating you like his personal little buffet? Yves would be so sensual with this. He would get off on watching you eat, loving the facial expressions that you make while you savor something that he made just for you. He’d also be into eating off of you—whipped cream play comes to mind! He’d hand-make some deliciously sweet and fluffy cream, first putting it somewhere cute and innocent like on your nose and licking it off, and you guys would tease each other until he gets all flustered and frustrated and decides to put it on your nipples and your bare stomach and your fingers and... everywhere! He'll show you who can make who flustered!! hehe cutie Yves. 🤭

Nokto Klein – Exhibitionism

Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got another huge slut over here! Ugh, I love Nokto haha. He’s such a problem lmao. He wants the whole world to know that you are his and his alone. He also wants the whole world to know how hot and sexy you are! He’d take any opportunity to fuck you in semi-public. Or at least make out with you. He knows how to get you so distracted with his tongue, his hands, his murmurs in your ear... He’d be fingering you in the palace gardens or in a back corner of a ballroom before you even knew what hit you. He’d be all like “Look at her body, look how beautiful she is, haha but don’t ever touch or I will kill you! While smiling! Teehee!”

Licht Klein – Pain/Blood Play

(This kink is not for everyone! Proceed with caution! Also PLEASE be careful if you try this IRL!) Licht gives me masochist vibes. I can see him lying in bed with you, both of your naked bodies softly touching, you lightly running your fingers over his muscular arms, until he cautiously broaches the idea of you using a knife/small razor blade to make small cuts on him or a needle to pierce his ears or skin... You would hesitate at first, but after he reassures you and you see just how flushed and excited he gets from being at your mercy like that, you’d realize that it’s something he gets off on and enjoys. You guys would talk about it a lot to make sure that you’re going about it in a safe way! Part of the appeal for him is you treating his wounds afterward! He would only trust you with this activity.

Luke Randolph – Somnophilia

(All of this is consensual!) Luke loves to nap, and I feel like napping together would be a staple in your relationship. He loves nothing more than slowly fluttering his eyes open to see you lying next to him, still asleep. You look so beautiful and delectable, and since you guys have agreed that it’s okay—you even have a system in place, where you put on a certain bracelet or ribbon that signals your consent before you go to sleep (if you’re not wearing it, he won’t do anything)—he’d slowly slide his hand between your legs, trailing soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while you’re still sleeping, gradually beginning to stroke your clit... the sensation of you getting wet while you only start to stir awake makes him hard as a rock, and before long you’d both be up and at ‘em lol.

Sariel Noir – BDSM / Impact Play

The Devil of the King’s Court!!! Oooohooohoohoo. Sariel, Sariel, Sariel... Hahaha, I can’t with this man. He definitely has a secret torture dungeon somewhere in the castle, filled with all kinds of beautifully designed whips and paddles and chains. You’d be his little plaything, no question haha. Sariel is for the masochist girlies lol. He would find excuses to “punish” you all the time, and honestly you would do the same—he would be so excited at the sight of your pretty skin getting redder and redder as he spanks you or whips you. He’d reward you for good behavior by making you come over and over again and being very sweet with his aftercare. Ugh, kinky king!

Rio Ortiz – Getting Fem Dommed / Puppy play

Biggest! Sub! In! Rhodolite! Haha. Rio is canonically referred to as the MC’s “pet” or “mutt” or “dog” across multiple main story lines lmao. And he would be such a good boy! Imagine his eager little face as you boss him around. He wants nothing more than to please you. You could be a mean mistress or a kind mistress, it doesn’t even matter! He’s at your beck and call no matter what. He’s your personal little bitch now, so use him! He likes it! Buy him a collar and leash and everything. He’ll do literally anything for his beloved mistress. Ugh, it would be equally fun to yell at him or reward him for his good behavior. Rio is the ultimate puppy material!

Gilbert von Obsidian – Total Power Exchange

(This kink is not for everyone! Don’t forget that Gilbert is pretty much a dictator! Proceed with caution! This is a consensual activity! Don’t put up with this shit IRL unless it’s thoroughly agreed upon!) Gilbert would love to control every single aspect of your life haha. He likes to see the anxious look on your face when you need something but know that you have to ask for his permission. Like, you even have to ask for his permission to go to the bathroom or eat food. He likes having all of your needs at his mercy. It makes him so horny for you. Of course, you have to ask for his permission on what to wear, who you can talk to even... Your entire life belongs to him, just like he likes it. Occasionally, you would do something without his permission and he would have to punish you!

Keith Howell – Wax Play

My thinking here is that wax play would appeal to both “Keiths.” Dark Keith would like it for the danger/tension and Kind Keith would like it for the softness/sensualness of it after the wax dries. They would go about it in different ways. Dark Keith would hold you down and pour hot wax over your most sensitive areas, making you yelp. Kind Keith would slowly drip wax along the less intense erogenous zones, like your collarbones or feet, then sweetly peel it off of your naked body. The temperature play aspect of it would be really exciting for him, and he’d love to praise your beautiful soft skin after it’s been dipped in wax.

Silvio Ricci – Getting FinDommed

This kind of breaks from MC’s canonical attitude toward Silvio and his wealth, but this is what is in my heart lol. Silvio likes a brat! He’s a tyrant and has a difficult personality, but he actually likes it when someone doesn’t back down from him. He’s so used to getting whatever he wants, the idea of being at the mercy of his little bratty baby's whims and needs would be so thrilling to him. Literally he’s your wallet now. He’s the richest man in Benitoite! Take advantage of him! He doesn’t get a choice. He's there to buy you new clothes, new shoes, as many treats as you want, a new house even! He’s got the money, babe! And that money is YOURS now. Not his. Muahahaha. 😈

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acreattaviacco · 1 year ago

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Rhodolite Princes With: Rio, Sariel, Emma

My compilation of artworks that are the Rhodolite Princes with the castle staff?(Rio, Sariel, Emma)

A few notes:(Just my ramblings)

-I drew all the Rhodolite Princes and Sariel! I am a happy bunny now!...and time to finish other artworks oh well -The more I draw Chevalier the more I find out he's fun to draw next to Rio, Yves and Silvio hahahaha...help me I'm memorized by his hair -The combination of Luke, Rio, and Licht while a bit melancholic it's a wholesome trio that is similar to the Keith, Licht and Yves Trio -I was gonna put all the names of the princes but that would be redundant but the tags ouch...and hope you like it

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elidoesart · 5 months ago

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I like boobies but what.

#elidoesart #otome #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince memes #ikepri memes #ikepri jin #ikemen prince jin #ikemen series

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ezxthan · 2 years ago

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Ikemen Prince characters responding to "im breaking up with you" text ❤️‍🩹

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lavulabi · 4 months ago

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uploaded ♡!!

Leon Clavis Chevalier

, Silvio Rio Jin

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xxsycamore · 7 months ago

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OVERHEAT

╰┈➤ 💜Jin wants you to make yourself at home. He doesn't know that you already have the perfect plan for that.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Modern AU; Seduction; Pet Names; Sweat; Dirty Talk; Alcohol; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Riding; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Nipple Play; Breast Play • wordcount: 2,830 • masterlist

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: At your rich friend's summer villa + Make them work up a sweat then call them sexy

"I see that you're making yourself at home."

You lean your head against the terrace's threshold, looking at the man helping himself to the drink cabinet with the manner of accommodation only the lord of the house would possess - which he's not - but your eyes are trained on his deft fingers mixing a sweet alcoholic concoction. As predicted, he's quick to shoot a remark to refute your chaff.

"It's what they would've wanted for us, no? We're keeping an eye on their home. Last time I checked the drink cabinet was a part of it."

And you were oh-so kind as to turn down any other kind of payment, you think to yourself, not sure if you want to let the words slip out and accidentally stroke his ego. Not when you want to play with said kindness for a little longer.

"Don't worry, I'm making one for you as well. I saved you the most coquettish glass I found around here too."

"It's appreciated."

Jin catches your gaze briefly before making himself appear engrossed with working the shaker. You'd chuckle if it wasn't successfully impressing you.

"What about you, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying it outside?"

He makes it easier for you, instantly clocking your lingering around the door clad in your pink bikini and how it might not be linked to you simply wishing to watch him prepare the cocktails.

"Mm, I was actually just about to come ask you to help me with something, if you don't mind."

Jin smirks, adding the finishing touch to both glasses in the form of two perfect slices of lime he previously cut.

"Of course I don't mind. Let's take these outside, I was just about to join you."

You smile back and turn around, feeling the sun's veil rest hotly on skin as soon as you step out of the shade. Jin follows, not flinching even when he sets his big, sturdy feet bare on the scorching tiles. He takes the few steps leading to the corner of the terrace occupied by a pair of wooden beach lounges and leaves the cocktails by the small table in the middle.

"Let me guess. You were putting sunscreen on but there's this spot you just can't reach, so you need your boyfriend's hands to the rescue."

You snort at Jin, sitting down on the soft cushioning of the lounge. "It's not that, but I like your imagination. I'll keep it in mind when I get to the sunscreen. First I need to decide where I want to lay, so…"

"Okay, let me move the lounge for you."

Bingo.

"Ahh, you're a saver! Wait, let me show you where I want it."

Rejuvenated, you jump to your feet, walking to a somewhat distant spot of the spacious terrace, looking pleadingly at Jin.

"There? Alright, give me a second."

"Yes, the garden is visible from there and I think it's even lovelier from above. We should walk around it properly later… I think I spotted a few fig trees too, and those flowers that I was telling you about…I still don't know what they're called…"

Letting only a murmur in reply, Jin rolls up his red shirt's sleeves just a little higher to be sure, and gets behind the lounge to push it to where you are.

"Jinnn, get rid of that shirt already. I thought you wanted to sunbathe with me?"

Your plea falls on deaf ears for the duration of the task, but the Jin Grandet you know won't just ignore an undressing request like that. So he makes a show out of dusting off his hands once he's done moving the lounge and reaches to the uppermost button on his chest. "Yeah? Someone's getting impatient to see me naked?"

You already regret asking, but the roll of your eyes is more of an exaggeration than anything.

"Anyway, thank you. It's perfect."

You keep your eyes on Jin as you lie down, retrieving your sunglasses from the top of your head to put them on and make yourself comfortable. The way the seconds drag on agonizingly slowly is killing you, but you know you have to time it right before you speak again, "Actually, Jin…"

"Yes, sugar?"

"I think the sun is too much for me here…" You adjust your sunglasses that now do a great job at subtly ogling Jin's freshly-stripped-down torso. "I wonder if you could possibly-"

"Don't get up."

Oh, that's perfect. You offer Jin a polite little chuckle as you settle back into the beach lounge and leave it to Jin to drag it across the terrace along with you.

He makes it look so easy, pulling it to the more shady parts of the terrace once again. His sturdy backwards steps are slowed down enough to make you indulge yourself in the moment, the way he towers over your back and throws a shadow across your body.

"What do you say about… right here, under the straw umbrella. It lets through some sun."

"Hmmm." You linger on the thought, without paying much mind on it in the first place. "Turn me around, maybe?"

"As you wish."

Jin changes position, going to the feet of the lounge now. When he enters your vision, you see that the sun did wonders with the mini-workout you put him through, quickly turning the efforts into beads of sweat forming all over his toned torso. He's glorious when he leans down to grab a hold of the lounge, letting you fix your eyes on him from above. He knows you're staring, even with the shades on, but whatever.

He's done with your request all too soon. The beads of sweat start running down his body by the time he straightens himself back up, and his height looks even more impressive when you're so close to the ground. The sun creates a soft halo over his chestnut head when you follow his fingers carding through his hair.

"Jin," You start, not even pausing to wonder when your breath has become as rasped as if you were the one doing all the hard work around here, "I think I'm still a little hot."

"Sure you are. Clenching your thighs shut like that, I imagine it's not helping much.

The sudden realization hits you with a shudder, and your legs part open. Jin invites himself in, sinking one knee down between yours before you can grasp a sense of the situation.

"I…"

"What? Don't tell me you don't like it here either."

You turn your head to the side as Jin leans in closer, leaving your neck open for his kisses. There's nothing delicate about them; he can't be patient any longer, roughened by your little games - and you take all the credit for making him like that. While playing coy of course.

"Mm… I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself here."

Jin's teeth graze your skin and he can't help himself letting them linger right there; imprinting their shape on you as he bites your shoulder playfully. He is quick to travel south, making good use of your exposed skin due to the bikini, until his cleavage kisses spread all the way to the thin strap connecting the two triangular patches of fabric over your chest. You look at Jin bewildered and he has the audacity to hold your gaze as he catches the strap between his teeth and yanks your bikini up.

Your breasts bounce free and a gush of indecency creeps through you. Surely there must have been less animalistic ways for your boob-crazed boyfriend to undress you.

Not that you feel like scolding him. Even if he ends up tearing your bikini apart, at the very most you'd smack his cheek before accepting that you'll have to sunbathe topples for the rest of the day. You're quite the opportunist. If that were the case, you're sure you'd use it to your advantage, putting Jin's self-control to the test while secretly seducing him. He wanted to be with someone who matched his sexual energy, he's not allowed to complain now.

While you think of all the could-have-been's, Jin takes a more simple approach at exploring his desires, by putting his face where he likes it most.

"Think 'm beginning to enjoy m'self here as well."

You can tell, if not merely by knowing him all too well, then by the lustful haze in his eyes. His tongue licks a wet stripe across your left breast until the hard nipple is caught between his plush lips, and he sucks on it. That little spark alone sets the pit of your belly on fire and your legs can barely remain still, so you tentatively wrap one of them around Jin's torso. He humps the crevice of your thigh twice and you mewl into the back of your hand, stuck between wanting him to keep sucking and humping you and wanting him to do more. Gradually the latter prevails as it's barely enough for you.

"Jin…"

"Nngh," a guttural sound rolls off Jin's throat the moment your hand trails down to grasp his length through his white shorts. He lets go of your chest, leaving it glistening with saliva, and sits up between your parted legs, caressing one of them all the way to your knee then palming the ball of it, readily, as if about to rearrange you any moment now for a nice fucking. "Tell me something."

There's question in the tone of your voice even if the sound you produce reminds more of a needy moan. Your fingers toy with the ties of your bottom piece, waiting to see if Jin bashes your hand away in favor of unwrapping you himself. But whatever he's going to ask about seems to be more important, so you try to listen.

"What was that all about? You didn't care about sunbathing, did you?"

The delicious bulge in Jin's shorts is very distracting, especially when he times his question with getting rid of them. You wouldn’t want to miss the moment his cock springs out.

"Haha…" You begin, your lips suddenly feeling dry, and you only pick your speech again when you're satisfied with the display of Jin's length sitting up against his abdomen, hot and hard and all yours. "Sue me. You're just so sexy when you work up a sweat."

"So that's what it was. Couldn't think of any other ways to make me work up a sweat?" Jin receives his answer but keeps looking at you, considering something. He gives his cock a nice pump, bottom to top. By now you've come to absolutely loathe the piece of fabric covering you where you're the hottest, and you take matters into your own hands - but Jin's larger hand intervenes, halting your actions as he instead goes for your hip, nudging you to get up.

You stare at him puzzled but comply, letting him switch your places as you find yourself straddling him on the beach lounge.

"Now," he pulls the ties undone on your left side, "Let's see you work up a sweat. What do you say?", then he mimics his actions on the right side, letting the fabric fall and expose your glistening heat.

You suck on a breather, an almost painful throb manifesting between your legs with Jin's request for you to ride him. Had he said that a few minutes ago you'd throw a tantrum, as in your head there hardly was a sexier outcome of this than you lying down being taken by Jin as sweat runs down his body. But for how nonchalant he appears to be, Jin is quite cunning at times. He turns the tables in the one moment he knows you won't be able to refuse him.

And truly, he doesn't need to ask twice. Now completely bare, it's so easy for you to get into position and make sure the tip of his cock kisses your folds ever so titillatingly as you lean in to plant your lips against Jin's. Your right hand finds its way between your legs, enjoying the discovery of your wetness coating the angry-red tip already. Your fingers slip inside your heat, and the promise of something bigger replacing them in just a second makes your toes curl as you prepare yourself.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Guide it in yourself."

Jin's whisper is so raspy as the air of it caresses the side of your face that you have to remember to keep breathing, and you withdraw your fingers. The emptiness inside you calls with another agonizing throb and it's only emphasized by the feeling of Jin in your hand. As you wrap your fingers around his hardness, your slick envelopes him, and you make sure to spread it all over the tip as well. Jin places his sturdy hands in the folds of your knees as they rest on both sides of his abdomen, gently encouraging you. You want to kiss him one last time before your breath is completely stolen, so you do that - but you don't drag it out too long, for neither of you can hold back much longer.

You guide the tip of his hardness inside yourself, and as it catches onto your entrance your walls instantly squeeze around it with a vice-tight grip. Relaxing is harder when you're on top because gravity wants to do its own thing, and you're desperate - but somehow you manage to take it all in, nice and slowly. Jin is huge. You're sure you're never going to get used to it.

"Fuck." He swears, fingernails biting into the paper-thin skin of the crease of your knees, and it sends shivers down your spine. It makes you move up on Jin, and then all too soon fall back down. The feeling is overwhelming, but you can't help wanting more. So you repeat the motion; once and twice and then the wet sounds of you fucking yourself on Jin's cock reach your ears, so you know you've fallen into that lustful dance.

Jin reaches up and grabs a hold of your bouncing breasts, because of course he does, and it enhances the hot feeling inside you. His cock fills you up so nicely, as you drag yourself up and down his length, that you feel like your body moves on its own chasing after the pleasure.

"Do it faster," Jin instructs, and you change position, letting your legs fall to the tiles as you grasp the headrest of the beach longue for purchase without pausing for a second, "Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good."

The new angle makes it so easy to bounce up and down on Jin, and you take maximum advantage of that, destined to fuck him until the thirst of both of you is clenched. Moans spill from your parted lips, and you chant his name oh-so easily as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Jin's hands leave your breasts only for them to settle on your waist instead. He easily slows you down without using much of his strength, and you whimper at the loss of the delicious build-up he deprived you of. But you're proud to see him just as worked-up as you are.

You use the moment to place some playful kitten licks on his collarbones. The salty taste of his skin all but turns you on more, and you're quite drunk on him. Without noticing, you’ve started grinding down on him again, impatient as you are.

Jin groans and supports your naughty acts, thumbs digging into your hips. He flashes you a wanton look before taking the reins, thrusting his pelvis up.

"Ahhh!!" The moan rips out of your throat, and you don't have room to collect more air before Jin starts earnestly fucking into you from below.

"You're gonna cum all over me? Let me feel you get so tight?"

"Ahhh-Yes, yes- Jin- oh God-"

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the powerful thrusts make you lose control, and before you know it you're soaring; a powerful orgasm whips through you and your walls clamp down on Jin's cock, hard. Your head is still in the clouds when the telltale groan of Jin following you comes to your ears, and you moan as the hot mass inside you is rapidly removed, making your juices leak out with a small gush. The sensation of hot ropes of cum spraying on your naked skin all but heightens the tingling that still courses through your nethers, and Jin's erotic face is a rewarding sight through your own lens of pink haze.

"Aww…" You let the tiredness in your limbs settle in along with the afterwaves of pleasure as you slide your body down against Jin's, the mixture of your fluids trapped in between. "This calls for a bath."

Jin's hand maps the width of your sun-warmed back, caressing you softly.

"It does. We've yet to check out the water pressure of their showerhead."

"J-Jin!"

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