Tags ↬ Fluffy Smut, PIV, Cunningulus, First Time, Losing your Virginity with Luke, Gentle Sex
Description ↬ You and the 8th Prince of Rhodolite, Luke Randolph, have been dating for almost a year. The Prince has been nothing but a gentleman, and you’re absolutely head over heels in love. Surprisingly, one of the things you two connected on when you met was your shared birthday (both day and year!) He’s been patient, loving, and has never made you feel pressured to lose your virginity – but you’re finally ready, and you think you can give him the best birthday surprise.
A/N ↬ It’s been a while since I’ve written some fluffy smut. Thank you for requesting, dearest @queengiuliettafirstlady. I hope you like it! (๑￫ܫ￩)
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.
The excited gleam in Luke Randolph’s emerald eyes was undeniable as he looked at the festive spread of honey-themed sweets laid out in front of him. He was barely able to stop himself from digging into the delectable treats. Throughout the palace, it was well known that Luke, the eighth Prince of Rhodolite, had an unhealthy obsession with honey and all that came with it. In fact, he was one of the easiest princes to persuade as long as you had a jar of honey in hand for him.
“Wow! You really made this for me?” A brilliant smile formed on his handsome features as he gazed at you with all the love and admiration in the world. It was enough to render you lovestruck. Just one heartbreakingly handsome smile from him, and it was allworth it. All the hours you spent toiling in the kitchen, begging Yves for more honey-themed recipes. All of those minor burns you got from being too impatient in the kitchen. Even the effort you put into arranging the impressive spread in your lover’s room was all worth it, seeing how happy he was.
“Of course, Luke! It’s your birthday, after all. You deserve to have all of this and more! I was hoping to make you some honey-flavoured truffles too, but I ran out of time….” A slight pout caused your lower lip to jut out, similar to that of an adorable puppy who didn’t get its way.
“Ah… I can’t take this anymore,” Luke responded. He eagerly gathered you up in his arms and pressed a kiss to your cheek, giggling as he left a slight, sticky residue of a honey-shaped kiss mark on your soft skin. “You’re just so cute. You didn’t even need to make me one thing, yet you made me enough sweets to feed an entire family, yeah? It’s your birthday too, and you haven’t even let me spoil you.”
Heat began to spread through your body as you felt yourself flush at his praise. The significant size difference between the two of you had you feeling like Luke could protect you from anything that life threw at you – and it was true. Despite admitting that napping and avoiding responsibilities were his hobbies, the man did a 180 when it came to you. You shyly turned to press a kiss on his cheek in return, only to be surprised as he shifted at the last minute to meld his lips softly against yours.
“I love you, Luke,” you whispered, lips ghosting over his. The soft caress of his fingertips against your lower back caused desire to quickly spread through your body. With each second that passed, you felt surer of your decision. He was your entire world – the one person that kept you sane even when the pressure of everything was becoming suffocating. He was always there for you, with his carefree smile and warm hugs. “I’m ready, Luke. I’m ready to take the next step with you….”
The sound that slipped from your boyfriend’s mouth was almost comical. The desire in his eyes pulled you in deeper and deeper until you felt like you were drowning in emerald seas. Yet, his brows were pulled together in the most adorable frown. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this just because of me, yeah? I want to make sure you’re really ready….”
“I’m sure, Luke. I want this. I want you.”
The sweetest words that fell from your lips were something he would never forget. What started out as a gentle, loving kiss soon evolved into something far more passionate. Although you two had gone further than this before, somehow, this time, it felt different. It felt like tension was running through the air, and at any second, it might break, transforming the two of you into beasts that could only survive off each other’s touch.
His hands ran up and down your body, soothing away any worries plaguing your thoughts. Then, you felt his tongue, tentatively swipe against your lip as though begging you for entrance, which you eagerly granted. Tongues meshed together, craving the other’s heat, and you pressed yourself up even closer against his muscular chest. The two of you made your way over to his soft, large bed, and the mattress softly sank down under your combined weight.
For a man that insisted he didn’t like to work, your boyfriend sure looked like the exact opposite of that. The stark contrast of his lazy smile with his hardened body, muscles knotted and defined throughout, had your heart racing. You gently tugged on the bottom of his shirt, wanting to seehim, wanting to feelhim, skin to skin. Every part of your body felt like it was aflame with desire and your eyes drank him in eagerly as he lifted the thin fabric over his head.
“Gods, Luke… Do you even know how attractive you are?” You muttered under your breath.
“Are you kidding? Have you seen yourself? Ever since the first time I laid eyes on you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… Even before you agreed to be mine…. Y'know that?” As if punctuating the truth behind his words, he slowly left a trail of kisses down your body, removing each article of clothing that blocked his view of your bare skin as he went. His lips gently teased the swell of your breasts, reaching lower and lower until his lips ghosted against the sensitive peaks.
“—Ngh, Luke!” You gasped, back arching against his mouth, urging him to continue with his gentle touches. Thankfully, your lover was kind, eager to lavish your sensitive body with more heated touches. His tongue began to swirl around your hardened peaks, causing arousal to pool between your legs at his skilled touches. You hadn’t even gotten used to the sensation yet when you felt his fingers begin to sweep down your bare lower body towards your dripping core. One of his long, slender fingers slid along your folds, collecting your arousal as it went. A gasp ripped through your body once more, and you shyly covered your eyes.
“Don’t cover yourself, love. I want to see you come undone for me. I want to see every expression on your beautiful face, yeah?” He murmured, gently prying your arm away from your face. The beautiful dusting of pink across your cheeks made you that much more stunning to him. Being able to see you in this light, the only man to be able to make you feel this pleasure, that was all he ever wanted. “Let me make you feel good. Let me spoil you like you spoil me,” he murmured as he kissed a trail towards your core.
A couple beats passed as you waited for him to do something. Then, right when you were about to open your mouth and shyly ask him if something was wrong, he licked a stripe from the bottom of your folds to the sensitive nub at the top. “Mnn! Luke!” You squealed, attempting to press your legs close together. His large hands clutched at your thighs, keeping them from closing. The sensation was already overwhelming, and even in your wildest dreams, you could never imagine feeling this good.
“You’re seriously so beautiful,” he whispered in awe. You would’ve been embarrassed at how his gaze never left your face. But, he immediately returned to latch onto your heat before you could let the insecurities stop you. His tongue circled around your sensitive nub, over and over, until you were rutting against his face. The tight coil deep within you slowly began unraveling, inch by inch, until all you could feel was pleasure cresting over you in waves.
“Ah! Luke!” You cried out. Your eyes rolled into your head as he continued to lap at you, letting you ride out the peak of your release. His tongue lapped eagerly at your heat, covering every inch of your folds until he was sure he had collected all of your sweet, thick essences on his tongue.
“You taste even better than the best honey I’ve ever had,” he groaned. His hardened manhood twitched against the constricting feeling of his pants. Then, making haste, he rid himself of the piece of clothing until he was standing before you, bare and erect, in all his glory.
Your mouth watered as you took in just how bighe was. You might have expected it to some extent, given his overall height and size, but seeing it in person was a completely different story. “Wow… Luke… Will it fit?” You asked shyly, gaze traveling back up towards his face.
“Don’t worry, I never want to hurt you. I’ll go slow, and if at any point you want to stop, just tell me,” he murmured, cradling your face between his large palms. Then, slowly, he began to ease himself into you, eyes focused on your face, ready to stop at any indication of pain.
You tried your best to will away the sharp stinging, but despite your best efforts, you felt tears begin to prick at your eyes. Seeing this, your lover immediately stilled, pressing gentle kisses against your lips to soothe you. It was heartbreaking for him to see you in such pain, and he gently wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m sorry, love. I promise, it’ll feel better soon, yeah? Just try to relax for me….” Seconds passed as Luke showered you with affection, kissing your closed lids, delicate cheeks, and the sensitive spots on your neck until the pain slowly dissipated.
A gentle thrust of your hips whipped his gaze back to yours, and his eyes held a million questions in them. Knowing precisely what he was wordlessly asking, you gave him a quick nod to reassure him. His hips began to move slowly, thrusting his manhood in and out of you, and it was sensational. The heat started to spread throughout your body once more, and it felt like he was truly filling you up, inside and out, not only with his body but with his love. With this, you two were truly complete.
Then, when he shifted his hips slightly, you swore you saw stars behind your lids. His length began to reach that sensitive spot deep within you that you didn’t realize existed. Even in your wildest dreams, your dirtiest moments of self-exploration, you’d never been able to make yourself feel as good as he was making you feel. If this was what making love was, you were sure you were now addicted to the intoxicating touch of your lover. With one final thrust, you moaned and came undone for him once more, spasming against him as your body reached new pinnacles of pleasure.
“—Ngh, I’m going to ….” Luke groaned, quickly reaching his climax with you. With all the willpower he could muster up at that moment, he pulled out of your heat and released on your lower belly, painting your soft skin with spurts of his release.
To your surprise, once you came to your senses, you had been gently placed in a steamy bath with a spattering of rose petals all along the water. The water soothed the aches and pains in your body, covering each knot of muscle until you felt like you were floating. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your lover reach suspiciously into his pants for something. “What are you doing, Luke? Aren’t you going to join me?”
“A—ah, you caught me off guard!” He cried out, emerald eyes widening in shock for half a second before regaining composure. With something obviously hidden in his hand behind him, he approached the tub and leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “This is the best I could get you right now… I don’t come from money like some of the other Princes. But, I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know it might be too soon for me to say this, but I know you’re the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. I promise, I’ll always be here for you. So I hope you’ll accept this for now… until I can get you a better one.”
Your eyes misted over as he opened up the small velvet box to reveal one of the most beautiful rings you’d ever laid eyes on in your entire life. The rounded jewel in the centre was the same shade of stunning emerald as his eyes. It wasn’t a surprise that you couldn’t help it when tears began to stream down your face. “This is beautiful, Luke. This is more than I deserve… I ….”
“Try it on! Does it fit?”
And you didn’t know when or how, but your lover had somehow gotten the perfect size to fit your finger. It slid on with ease, as though it was destined to be there all along. “I love it… It’s perfect. I love you.”
Prompt: nursing an abandoned baby chick back to health
Content: Fluff, light angst, friends to lovers
Warnings: non-graphic mentions of blood and injuries (animal)
Summary: Set before Emma was appointed as Belle.
Rio finds a wounded baby chick in the outskirts of town, and nursing it back to health brings him and Emma closer.
Word count: 1.7k
Tagging:@ikehoe | if you want to be tagged for future fics, send in a dm or ask!
A/N: First Rio fic~ In celebration of his route trailer <3
Emma was helping her father unload a few bundles of books from the carriage he had arrived in when Rio came back to the shop. She had found it odd how he wasn’t anywhere to be found at home when she woke up, and couldn’t help the sting of uneasiness that throbbed in her chest. What if he had gained his memory back and he had left without saying goodbye? Whenever these thoughts appeared, she could never dismiss them with a simple “Rio is not like that” because, who was Rio, really? What if the ever cheerful and considerate Rio was only a product of his amnesia? What if gaining his memories back meant he turned into a different person, his real self?
☙ Luke’s love language is definitely physical touch – this man is affectionate, and he wants to be around you, touching you, on you, and in you, at all times. It was embarrassing for you at first, but you eventually get used to how affectionate the eighth Prince is. He even manages to convince you to cuddle with him during his daily garden naps. His muscular arms are wrapped around you, hard chest pressing against your back (because you’re obviously little spoon), and you feel safer than you’ve ever felt in your life.
☙ Surprisingly, as Jin says, Luke is naturally flirty, and of course, you fall for his charms. His unabashedly honest nature, the way compliments just roll off his tongue organically, and how he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and gives you that look all make him irresistible to you.The look that has your heart pounding in your chest and heat rising to your cheeks. “Wow, Belle, you really are so beautiful. There’s no one that even comes close to you, yeah?”
☙ Your first kiss with Luke is sweet, both emotionally and physically. You taste that signature sweet flavour of honey on his lips, spreading warmth through you like wildfire. The way he kisses you is soft and gentle, but he takes the lead in guiding you throughout, lips pressing against lips, tongue tentatively exploring your mouth. Then he pulls away, gazes deeply into your eyes, and says a simple phrase that has you melting. “Am I dreaming? ’Cause, there’s no I’m this lucky in real life.”
☙ Your first time with Luke is equally as sweet as your first kiss. Tentative hands explore each other’s bodies. Your eyes are fixated on him, his manly figure and chiseled torso are things you could only conjure up in your daydreams. How did he even get this chiseled when half of his day goes to napping and avoiding work?
Then, he starts kissing all down your body, making sure every inch of your soft skin is covered with his honeyed lips, and that’s when he finally makes it to the apex of your thighs – that sweet spot that has you arching off of the bed, mind flooded with nothing but sensations of pleasure. Right before he enters you, he presses a sweet kiss to your knuckles and asks you one last time if you’re sure you’re ready for this – and of course, you are. No part of your wildest imaginations could have conjured up the feeling of you two becoming one, and it’s absolutely addicting.
☙ One of his quirks is his oral fixation. It’s no surprise to anyone the lengths that Luke is willing to go to for a jar of honey, but he even starts carrying around a jar in his pocket and dripping it onto your skin during the most unsuspecting moments. The sticky feeling of the thick liquid is what startles you, but the languid lick of his tongue over the affected area has you letting out a high-pitched shriek. “L—Luke, not here! Everyone can see us!” And you swear you can’t get any more embarrassed than you are now, but then… “How do you expect me to resist you when you’re even sweeterthan honey?”
☙ His favourite position? Well, he has a couple. He can’t resist it when you have your needy core, dripping with arousal, right over face. It’s not an exaggeration to say that he can spend hours upon hours lavishing your folds, making you come undone for him, until you’re gasping for breath and begging him to stop – in fact, he has and he does, very regularly too. Another of his favourites is cowgirl, with the caveat that his lips have to be latched onto any part of your body. Passionate makeout? Check. Leaving possessive marks on your neck? Check. Sucking your fingers into his mouth? Check. All of the above and more, please.
☙ Luke has a couple of turn-ons, some of them obvious and less obvious. The first one is obviously any touch, especially if you’re scared and reaching out to him for protection. The first time you two go for a midnight stroll in the gardens, you jump nearly five feet in the air when a stray raccoon begins rummaging around in a bush. You cling onto Luke like a koala bear in a tree. He can’t explain the blooming feeling he gets in his chest at just how darned adorableyou are – neither can he explain how his pants suddenly feel three sizes too small. The other turn-on he has is watching you eat. He acknowledges it’s odd, but the way your cute little cheeks puff up with food, especiallywhen it’s one of your favourite dishes – it’s just the most endearing thing he’s ever seen in his life.
☙ Luke isn’t one to be too adventurous when it comes to whereyou two get intimate. However, one day you’re sitting by the gardens, sharing a delicious spread of desserts when a drop of honey falls from your treat and begins trailing down your skin towards your chest. He can’t help the way his emerald eyes follow the way the golden liquid travels. Before he can stop himself, his body moves of its own accord and he pushes you down onto the soft ground, chasing the path the honey has made along your skin. Not only that, he lets out the most sinfulgroan you’ve ever heard from him. And that’s how you two ended up getting intimate in the garden for the first time (of many to come). That reminds you, you still need to apologize to Yves for accidentally catching the tail-end of that show...
Submitted for the Spring Bouquet Content Creation Challenge hosted by @atelier-maroron.
Characters ↬ Licht Klein x Reader
Rating ↬General
Tags ↬ Fluff
Spring Bouquet CCC Prompt 2. Searching for a four-leaf clover together.
Description ↬ When Licht is called away for battle, you try your best to find him the elusive four-leafed clover as a lucky charm, something to assure his safe return back to you. However, despite your best efforts in looking, you aren’t able to find one. Fortunately for you, he returns from battle safely, and with a surprise…
A/N ↬ Thank you for arranging this content creation challenge, @atelier-maroron! You da’ best.
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.
The perplexed expression etched all over your lover’s princely features would have been funny had you not been in the midst of a mini-breakdown. Hair matted against your forehead in clumps, sprawled on your knees, hands combing through the dewy grass in frantic swoops. It was a wonder how your lover was still willing to help you out in your mad quest for something you’d only read about in books.
“Are you sure we’re supposed to be looking for a four-leafed clover, and not a three-leafed one?” Licht asked carefully, gazing at you with a twinge of concern as he took in your appearance. Not that you weren’t beautiful. To him, you were always the most beautiful person in the room. But, he had never seen you this frantic before, and to think the whole reason why was because he was scheduled to be sent off to the Obsidian-Rhodolite border tomorrow to deal with some soldiers edging onto Rhodolite territory.
“Yes! I’m positive it’s a four-leafed clover, Licht. I read about it in Good Luck Charms Throughout History in Chevalier’s personal library.” Your response came out higher-pitched than intended, and you took in a deep breath, willing your racing heart to calm down. “I haveto find one or else you—I mean… something unlucky might happen!” If you were honest with yourself, you’d been worried ever since Licht had told you he was going on a campaign with his troops and some of the other Princes to the border of Rhodolite and Obsidian. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him to come home safely, but a small part of you wished that you could cradle him and protect him from any harm that might come his way.
With a deep sight, Licht kneeled down right beside you on the damp grass, not caring that the shins of his trousers quickly began to soak up the moisture and began to sift through the grass with you.
“Alright… fine. We’ll look for just a little bit more, okay? If we don’t find one by the time the sun sets, I’m forcing you to go back to the castle. You can’t skip all your meals today; it’s not good for you….”
Tentatively, you agreed with a slight nod and returned to your search. Maybe, just maybe, if you found a four-leaf clover, all of this ongoing tension between Obsidian and Rhodolite would be over, and your lover wouldn’t have to be called away to the battlefield so often. You hadn’t always been so concerned for him, but ever since the last time he came back, covered in his own blood and that of the Obsidianite soldiers’, with that hauntingly empty gaze in his eyes, you’d wished he would never have to go back.
Unfortunately, after another hour of searching, there was still no sight of the elusive four-leafed clover. Despite your many protests, Licht ended up dragging you away from the meadow back to the Rhodolite castle, where he was on the unfortunate receiving end of your complaints the entire ride back.
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With a few delectable dishes laid out in front of you, you finally let out a heavy sigh and resigned to your fate. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad this time, even if Licht came back with a couple of wounds. After all, he was one of the most talented swordsmen in Rhodolite, placing third only behind Leon and Chevalier. Not only that, all of his troops were as talented and disciplined as he was. Logically, you knew that nothing would happen to him, yet that little nagging feeling that was weighing down your heart just didn’t seem to go away.
“Why is the four-leafed clover so important to you?” Licht asked pensively between bites of his steak. “I mean, what unlucky thing do you think will happen?”
And it was now or never. You knew you had to tell him, but you also knew that he would likely blame himself for making you feel this way if you did. Of course, the way you felt wasn’t rational, but when it came to love, what was? “To be honest… I’ve been really worried ever since you told me you have to go back to the border to fight the Rhodolitian soldiers… I trust you, and I believe you’ll always come back to me, but a little part of me is worried that all of this war, and all of this bloodshed is going to hurt you….” The silence that fell between the two of you was deafening, and the only thing you could hear was the loud, erratic thumping of your heart. “I know it’s silly… but I thought that if I found a four-leafed clover, you might not have to go… maybe, by some miracle, Obsidian and Rhodolite would work through the issues and sign a peace treaty. Is it naïve of me to think that?”
Although you knew Licht fairly well now, you couldn’t have predicted that he’d be so touched by your actions. Half a second later, you felt the warmth of his body, hands cradling your head delicately to his chest. “I’m sorry….” Soft whispers ghosted against your ear. “If I wasn’t like this… if you hadn’t fallen in love with me… you wouldn’t have these worries….”
You quickly shook your head, looking up at him with surprise in your gaze. “No, I don’t regret falling in love with you even for a second. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. I just… I’m just a worry-wart. Don’t worry about me, Licht. Just go out there tomorrow and make sure you’re safe when you return.”
And the two of you spent the rest of the night lying face to face in your bed, pressing sweet and gentle kisses to the other’s lips. Yet, when morning came, Licht was gone, and that nagging feeling at the back of your mind returned.
You spent the next couple of days putting all of your efforts into completing your duties as Belle to the best of your ability. And to everyone else’s credit, they did their best distracting you from worrying about your beloved Licht. It helped, to an extent, until you came across something minor that would immediately set your mind racing to worst-case scenarios involving Licht. The last time it happened, it was because Yves had made an off-hand comment about being able to incorporate carrots in his cooking, as Licht’s most hated food was carrots.
“Have you heard that Prince Leon and Prince Licht are coming back today?” Rio asked off-handedly, half expecting that you’d already heard the news, especially with how fixated you’d been on the sixth Prince’s wellbeing.
“What?!” You could hardly believe your ears, and you blinked a couple times at your best friend before asking him to repeat himself. “Are you serious? Did you hear anything else? Are they hurt?”
Your best friend raised his hands in the air as though he was being held at gunpoint. He might as well have, with how rapidly you fired questions at him. “Woah, woah. Slow down! I haven’t heard anything other than Prince Leon and Prince Licht are scheduled to come back today. Nothing else, though I think if they were wounded, they would have told us to prepare the infirmary for them.” He placed his hand gently on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze. It was a welcome gesture, especially with how troubled you felt at the moment. “Why don’t we go get Prince Yves and bake a dessert to welcome them back? I know Prince Licht is a big fan of your darioles.”
That’s how you ended up spending the rest of your afternoon, toiling away in the kitchen with Yves, making enough desserts to feed an entire army. The first hour had been rough, with Yves being a bit of a micromanager in the kitchen. However, the two of you soon fell into a rhythm. Not only that, Rio had somehow assigned himself the duty of official taste tester, taking the liberty to pop in a couple of test sweets here and there and comment on how they tasted. It was absolutely pointless, as he had nothing but raves for each dessert item you two made.
You’d spent the entire afternoon waiting for Licht to return. The sky had now darkened, and you were sure that Licht his troops weren’t going to be returning that day. Finally, after the seventh time that Yves nagged at you to return to your room, you ceded to his orders.
A soft knock on your door jolted you from your fears. “Who is it?”
There was no response from the visitor, but a soft knock could be heard again. With a huff, you jumped up from your bed and swung your door open, ready to give the mystery visitor a piece of your mind. Yet, that moment never came, as you were rendered speechless at the sight of your lover, gentle smile adorning his face, and looking perfectly fine, albeit a little tired, everywhere else.
“Licht!” Your voice rang through the air as you immediately wrapped your arms around his slim waist. “You’re home!”
“I’m sorry I’m late. I got caught up doing something….” He trailed off uncomfortably, face visibly flushing to a light pink.
It was a sight to see, especially with the way his flush contrasted against his alabaster skin. That’s when you pulled back from him and noted how one of his arms was held behind his back, clearly hiding something from your view. “What’s that?” You asked, gesturing to his hand.
“I felt bad for questioning you when you told me about the four-leafed clover… and I know how much it means to you… So, on the way back, I took a quick detour and told everyone to go ahead so I could look for this.” And with a quick motion, he showed you the palm of his hand. Sitting in the centre of his palm was the most perfect, delicate little four-leafed clover you’ve ever seen.
“Wh—what?! Where did you find that?” You blinked a couple times and rubbed at your eyes, too shocked to believe that the clover was real. “Howdid you even find it?”
“Let’s just say I got lucky,” Licht said, placing the four-leafed clover gently in your hand. The incredulous look on your face was enough to cause his ice-cold heart to overflow with joy. You were absolutely adorable – the way your eyes sparkled with excitement. He couldn’t help himself as he quickly leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. “By the way, I don’t need a four-leafed clover to bring me luck… I have you. You’re my lucky charm… But thank you for always caring about me, and thank you for loving me.“
"I know you’ll always be okay, Licht. But I can’t help it sometimes… I just can’t imagine my life without you. Promise me, even if I’m your lucky charm, that you’ll carry the clover around? For me?” The pleading look you shot him was extremely effective, as his gaze softened even more, and he let out a sigh.
