The Grand Prince’s Solace
Tags: smut, rough, drunk sex, outdoor sex, raw, couch sex, using honorific
Based on the scene where I-an got drunk in episode 11
Upon arriving at the private residence of Grand Prince I-an, Hui-ju was immediately met by the anxious expression of Hye-jeong, who stood waiting near the entrance with clasped hands and worry etched across her face. The dim lanterns along the corridor flickered softly against the night breeze, casting trembling shadows across the polished stone floor.
“He’s.. a little drunk,” said her former secretary quietly, almost apologetically.
“He’s drunk?” Hui-ju furrowed her eyebrows in concern, her pace slowing for only a moment.
“Gosh. He can’t even hold his liquor,” Hyeon scoffed before smacking his lips together in disapproval.
Ignoring the rest, Hui-ju walked straight past the towering glass wall and toward the open porch beyond. There, beneath the pale silver glow of the moon, sat the Grand Prince himself.
I-an rested lazily on the stone porch with a half-empty bottle of liquor beside him, his gaze fixed tenderly upon the beloved cat wandering through the garden flowers. The quiet scene felt strangely lonely despite its beauty. One by one, both aides discreetly excused themselves, leaving the married couple alone in the cool night air.
“Jaga..” Hui-ju spoke softly as she lowered herself beside him with a gentle smile.
“ Bu-in,” I-an smiled at her drunkenly before wrapping his strong arm around her tiny waist before letting out a soft chuckle.
The scent of alcohol lingered faintly on him, but beneath it remained the familiar warmth that always made her feel safe.
Hui-ju sighed in relief. “ This is great. I was feeling cooped up anyway.”
“You were?” I-an questioned, turning toward her with softened eyes.
“Yeah,” Hui-ju said while leaning her head on his shoulder. “ The palace is so much bigger, but far more stifling.”
I-an sighed quietly. “Me too.”
For a while, neither of them spoke again.
They simply sat together beneath the moonlight, wrapped in a silence so intimate it felt as though the world had narrowed down to only the two of them. The rustling trees, the distant chirping of insects, even the cool wind brushing against their skin all faded into the background.
Then I-an finally spoke again, his voice lower this time.
“The queen mother came to see me earlier.”
Hui-ju slowly lifted her head to look at him with her big dark brown eyes, worry immediately filling them.
“She told me that the Puwongun.. was behind the wedding incident.”
At those words, Hui-ju’s gaze shifted away quietly.
Deep down, she had always known the man was far from a saint. Still, the truth left a bitter taste in her chest. What kind of family destroys one another so mercilessly? The cruelty of it all exhausted her.
“Seeing her beg so desperately to spare His majesty…I no longer know what I am to do,” I-an said with teary eyes.
The sight of him hurt her more than she expected.
Why does he have to be so soft, so gentle? she thought silently.
Her small hands slowly cupped the Grand Prince’s face, thumbs brushing tenderly against his skin before she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
“It’ll be alright, whatever happens I’ll be right here.”
I-an, drowning in stress and the lingering haze of liquor, deepened the kiss instinctively, holding her closer as though she alone could keep him from falling apart.
Hui-ju already knew where this was going, and she didn’t mind.
If it would help ease even a fraction of her husband’s burdens, then she was more than willing to help.
I-an’s hand slowly moved to cup his wife’s breast through the thick leather, his fingers tightening slightly as he tried to unbutton her jacket with clumsy, impatient movements born from both desperation and drink.
Before he could get far, Hui-ju gently caught his wrist.
She pulled away from his lips just enough to speak, her breath still warm against his skin.
“Jaga.. should we move? Your servant can walk by us here..”
The moonlight shimmered softly across her face as she looked at him with flushed cheeks and quiet concern. Even now, with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his lips lingering dangerously close to hers, she still carried herself with that composed grace that always unraveled him.
I-an looked at her with pleading eyes, vulnerable in a way only she was ever allowed to witness.
“ please.. I need you right here, right now”
His voice came out low and rough, almost aching.
The tension crackled between them as Hui-ju gave a small nod, her hands falling to her sides. I-an's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her leather jacket, his usual grace dulled by drink and desperation. The thick material resisted his efforts, and a low growl of frustration rumbled from his chest.
"Let me," Hui-ju whispered, her own hands moving to undo the buttons with practiced ease. The leather parted, revealing the thin silk blouse beneath. Her skin prickled in the cool night air as I-an pushed the jacket from her shoulders, letting it fall onto the stone porch beneath them.
His hands immediately found her breasts through the silk, squeezing roughly as he pressed his lips against her neck. Hui-ju gasped, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as his teeth grazed her skin.
"Jaga..” she breathed, but he silenced her with another kiss, messier and more demanding than before.
His hand slid down her body, fingers hooking beneath the hem of her leather skirt. He pushed it up roughly, exposing her thighs to the moonlight. Hui-ju shivered, the cold air mixing with the heat radiating from his touch.
"Lie back," he ordered, his voice hoarse.
Hui-ju obeyed, lowering herself onto the cool stone. The rough texture bit into her back through the opened leather jacket, but she barely noticed. I-an positioned himself over her, his dark brown suit jacket discarded somewhere behind him.
He knelt between her legs, eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of her leather skirt bunched around her waist, boots still laced up her calves, her silk blouse half-untucked and translucent in the moonlight.
"Beautiful," he muttered before lowering himself to capture her lips again.
Their mouths moved together urgently, teeth clashing, breath mingling. I-an's hands roamed her body possessively, grabbing her hips, her thighs, her breasts a little bit too rough, too desperate, unlike his usual gentleness, but that's exactly what she wanted.
"Turn around," he commanded, pulling away to tug at her arm.
Hui-ju rolled onto her stomach, the leather of her skirt scraping against the stone. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking back at him over her shoulder. I-an's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him. She felt his erection pressing through his trousers, hard and insistent.
He fumbled with his belt and zipper, the metallic clink sharp in the quiet night. Then his hands were on her again, pushing her skirt higher, exposing her completely. His fingers slid between her legs, finding her already wet.
"So wet for me," he growled, his voice laced with both admiration and hunger.
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her in one brutal motion. Hui-ju cried out, her fingers scraping against the stone as she braced herself. I-an didn't wait for her to adjust, he began moving immediately, each thrust rough and punishing.
His hands gripped her hips so tightly she would surely bruise. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the otherwise silent garden, accompanied by her gasps and his grunts.
"You feel so good," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against her back. His lips found her ear. "So fucking good."
Hui-ju could only nod, words escaping her as he pounded into her relentlessly. The roughness of the stone beneath her, the bite of the leather boots still laced around her calves, the weight of his body pressing her down it all blurred together into a haze of sensation.
I-an's pace quickened, his breathing ragged. He pulled out abruptly, flipping her onto her back in one swift movement. Before she could catch her breath, he was inside her again, his gaze locked onto hers as he drove into her.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice breaking. "I need to see you."
Hui-ju's eyes met his, dark and glassy with emotion. She reached up to cup his face, her thumb brushing away a tear she wasn't sure was hers or his.
"I'm here," she whispered. "I'm right here."
I-an's movements slowed, becoming deeper, more deliberate. Each thrust pressed them closer together, their bodies slick with sweat despite the cool night air. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the inches between.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," she replied, pulling him down for another kiss.
He came with a shuddering groan, burying his face in her neck as he spilled inside her. Hui-ju held him through it, her fingers stroking through his hair, down his back.
For a long time, they lay tangled together on the stone porch, the moonlight washing over them. The night had grown colder, but neither moved to cover themselves.
Finally, I-an shifted, pulling out of her slowly. He picked her up in one motion, carried her inside, his steps steady despite the lingering haze of soju, the worn leather of her boots bumping against his thighs. The study was dim, lit only by a low-burning oil lamp on the desk, its amber light pooling across the familiar couch, the same deep-cushioned, dark-wood-framed piece where, months ago, she had looked him in the eye and asked him to marry her. The memory flickered in both their minds as he lowered her onto the cushions, removing her leather skirt completely.
His cock already hard, slick with her arousal from the porch. She watched him, her breath quickening, and spread her legs wide, the boots scraping against the couch's armrest.
"Jaga..” she whispered, her voice raw with need. "I need you inside me again."
He didn't answer with words. He knelt on the edge of the couch, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her in one deep, smooth motion. She gasped, her head falling back, her fingers digging into the cushions. The couch creaked under the pressure, the same sound that had accompanied their whispered vows months ago, now filled with wet, urgent sounds of fucking.
He fucked her with a methodical, almost desperate rhythm each thrust pushing her deeper into the cushion. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her legs so her boots rested on his shoulders, the heels digging into his back. The angle made his cock hit deeper, harder, and she moaned openly, no shame, just the raw release of tension.
"Hui-ju ya.." he breathed against her neck, though he himself was panting. "You feel so good. So tight. I can't stop."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, her lips finding his in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting of salt and soju and each other. He started to pound into her, the couch rocking, the wood frame knocking against the floor. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the quiet study.
Her climax came sudden and sharp, her pussy clenching around him, her body arching off the couch. He drove into her through it, grunting, his own release building. When he came, it was with a deep groan, his forehead pressed to hers, his whole body shuddering.
For a long moment, they just breathed together, sticky and slick, the world outside forgotten. Then he pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and collapsed onto the couch beside her. She turned, still trembling, and climbed onto his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands splaying across her back, her boots dangling off the edge of the couch. She laid her head over his heart, feeling its heavy, steady beat. He was too big for the couch, his legs hung off one end, his shoulders barely fit but she fit perfectly on top of him, a small, warm weight.
"Better?" she asked softly.
I-an let out a long, shaky breath before meeting her eyes. "Better."
The lamp flickered. The study settled into silence, lit only by the dying glow and the moonlight streaming through the window. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her breath evening out, her body relaxing into the familiar, solid hold of him. He closed his eyes, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other draped across her waist, holding her like the precious thing she was.
They lay there, tangled on the couch that had witnessed their beginning and now witnessed their quiet end exhausted, sated, and utterly at peace.
The night stretched on around them, quiet and full of peace.
note: first time writing, sorry if there’s any mistake I hope u enjoyed !
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