Prince!Sean X Reader

A Taste Of Something Sweet

Time had passed all too slowly. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes to hours, hours into days. In reality, it had only been an hour since Sean had vanished up the stairs for some food. The creaking of the steps alerted you from your trance-like state. Your eyes had been locked on the ground below your tied legs.

A sound of pity was muttered from Seans mouth when the sound of crackling wood came to a halt, footsteps replacing it. "Hey, look up at me, will you?" All of the strength in your body had ebbed away since you wasted it "performing" for this monster's entertainment. The seconds ticked by with no response from you. Sean was the type to get agitated fast, so he grabbed your chin roughly, pulling your head up to face him. A snarl adorned his lips when you gained the courage to finally look at his features. "That's more like it~", he purred, slowly shifting his hand over your mouth before shoving you back against the chair once more. The legs rocked and scraped against the concrete ground momentarily, but it stayed together, luckily. "Now, while I was upstairs I felt like I had to change from my blood stained robe. Tch, it's not proper ediquite when I have company over. Or, at least that's what my parents have taught me." Now that you were looking, the Prince was dressed in a different outfit. He had a white button up shirt that was hanging open half way through, as well as black pants and a leather belt to hold it up. Dangling from around his neck was a gold necklace, his family's emblem hanging as the charm against his chest. "Well? Don't just look at me, compliment me."

Your mouth went dry when the words you wanted to say hung on your tongue. Instead, you swallowed your pride and spoke in a hoarse whisper, "It looks great on you, Princ-" He had cut you off before you could finish saying his title.

"No, no no. You are special to me. Call me Sean."

You nodded in response, then corrected yourself, "Okay, Sean, the outfit looks great on you." The sentence you had spoken ended with a cough.

"Ah, silly me." Sean turned around and grabbed something from behind him. When you adjusted your vision on it, you noticed that the object had been a wine bottle, aged to the greatest quality. While it most likely wouldn't quench your thirst, it's something to put into your system. He pulled a wine bottle opener out of his pocket, stabbing it almost threateningly into the cork, twisting, then popping it open. His hand brought the rim of the bottle up to his nose delicately, smelling the sweet scent of white wine. "Hm.. It has come to my attention that you can't grab it.. Let me help you with that, darling~" After a moment of setting the opener aside, Sean pressed the rim of the bottle to your lips, gently pouring the delicacy down your throat in amounts that you could handle. When he felt about a quarter of the bottle empty into your mouth, he pulled it back with a laugh. "We wouldn't want you to get drunk, would we? I should probably have some well water down here somewhere.", he pondered to himself, setting the bottle down where it used to sit for years.

While he walked out of your line of sight, you turned your head around, scanning your surroundings. Was there anything you could use to escape? Maybe something to break the chair against? Yet, everything around you was in the form of bottles and barrels. As soon as your head turned back the right way, Sean was standing right in front of you with an eyebrow cocked upwards questioningly.

"And what do you think you're doing?", he grumbled in a low tone.

As soon as you went to reply, something that felt like a baseball bat had been struck against the side of your head. It was a strong enough blow to knock you and the chair to the floor. A deafening glass breaking noise was heard right next to your ear. You groaned in pain, but it was shortlived when it was interrupted by Sean taking a handful of your hair and yanking you back up. The chair you were tied to was set back onto it's feet. You felt sticky blood coat on part of your head, which wasn't enough to make you pass out, but it was enough to hurt quite alot. Once you regained focus, you saw Sean smiling all too happily at your physical state.

His thumb slid against your lips, gathering some of the intoxicating wine onto his finger. He opened his mouth slowly before licking the wine on his thumb. "Mmmm~ I think it tastes better after it's been on you." After a moment of your eyes locking together, the Prince leaned forward and kissed your lips, mainly just to get the wine off of them. Once they had been cleaned off all alcohol, he pulled back. "Awh.. you look so miserable... Hm. My parents shouldn't be back till tomorrow morning." He knelt down against the ground, using his calloused hands to untie the ropes that bound you to the wretched chair. "You remember what I said about the weapons I have? Don't even fucking think about escaping." Near the end of his sentence, he gripped your shirt tightly by the collar.

You went to put pressure on your legs, but they gave out all too easily. Sean rolled his eyes at the pathetic sight, almost wanting to say something out of pity. It looked as if he had been contemplating something difficult. Your eyes studied his face, and before you knew it, you had been scooped up in his arms bridal style. His face twisted to one with disgusted undertones. "Great, now I have blood on my white shirt.. Tch.. so much for changing." With a strong huff, he carried you up the stairs. As he travelled the castle halls, the bright candle light reflected off of the walls and onto his face, nearly illuminating it fully. His hair bounced with every step he took. The sight of him was nearly as intoxicating as the wine you had tasted moments prior.

Once again, time had ticked by effortlessly and you had been at the doors of his living chambers. The doors opened with ease, no awful creaking noise to be heard. It was satisfying to see the light pour out into the dimly lit hallway before his doorway. The walls were painted professionally, and the floor looked as if it had been freshly waxed. Sean brought you into his room, closing the doors behind him soundlessly. "I'm sure you're tired, are you not?" He set you down onto his velvet bed, something you could only have dreamt of when you were on the streets. You sat up and pressed a hand to your pounding head, only to see dried blood on the palm of it when bringing it back down.

Sean unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, removing it to drop it onto the clean floor. He stretched his arms over his head, allowing his knuckles to crack when they reached the top. His chest and stomach had been littered with scars, from what? You didn't know, and you didn't care. The Prince had brought you to his room and is now shirtless. Maybe it was the blood loss, but you felt your face grow hot and your head go light. After a few seconds, you realized it was the blood loss. You tried your hardest to focus on Sean, but the cloudy vision had taken over, until you were lulled to sleep by the muffled noises of his voice.