warnings: allusions to homophobia, sex work, smut, rough & quick, spanking, exhibitionism, dirty talk, degradation
The events that have unfolded in the past couple of days lay scattered in Jack’s mind. He paces the expanse of his lavish quarters thinking of how his life went to shit this fast. His mother and father know. They know how he craves the touch of a man. His father told him to hide it, hide the feelings he has and never let them resurface. His mother slapped him for saying he loved another man. He pushed his secret lover away for the sake of his reputation. Now, the whole court is questioning him, hanging his sexuality over his head in case they ever need to bring him down.
His parents explicitly stated that to be King, he must put away his sinful, lust fueled desires for the same sex. This kingdom his father built is based on the Christian faith and what sort of God fearing kingdom would want a King that kisses men? What a joke. It always leaves a bad taste in his mouth and a sick feeling of not being accepted in his stomach.
As Jack looks out of his bedroom window to the twinkling night life below, he makes a decision. To him, being King is above his true feelings. He’ll follow his parents wishes like the good little soldier he always is. He’ll keep up his playboy, panty dropper act for the sake of the crown resting atop of his head one day.
They want a ladies man? They’ll get one, they’ll see he’s worthy of the crown. He may prefer sleeping with men, but that doesn’t mean he has a disdain for the feeling of a cock drunk broad wrapped around him. And luckily for him, his suave attitude and pretty boy face works like a charm each time he needs a quick fuck.
He knows of a night club that’s crawling with bachelors, married men, and even women looking for a good time, with their night ending by taking one of the ladies who work there home and finding pleasure in between the sheets.
Jack pulls out his cell and taps the first number in his contacts. He bites his nails on the hand currently occupying the phone in anticipation for what he has planned tonight. It’s sure to get everyone off his dick.
It rings for a beat before a, “Hello?” cracks through the speaker.
“Louis? It’s Jack. I’m going out tonight. Make sure all the paparazzi knows. Tell them I’ll be at Pyre.” he says hastily while going around his room searching for his coat.
The line is silent for a moment. Louis knows not to question Jack’s requests when he gets that oddly, erratic tone in his voice. Without a second thought Louis says, “I don’t know what you’re up to, but be careful.”
Jack ends the call and makes his way out of the castle down to the city goers below. There’s a slight chill in the air that goes unnoticed by the people in barely there clothing looking for their next party spot. He brushes through the crowds to his desired destination. Bright, neon colors light up the whole block and to his right, he sees it. Sultry, red cursive lettering spelling out, “Pyre.”
He’s met with flashing cameras and yelling at the front entrance of the club. Good to know Louis is still a worthy asset. He flashes that pearly, white smile that borders boyish charm and slyness. The King and Queen’s son is always a hot topic in the press. And he’s sure that after tonight, he’ll be a hot topic nationwide.
As he steps through the club’s threshold, he’s met with darkness and thumping music. The only source of light coming from the strobes that bounce across the sweat soaked bodies grinding against one another.
He starts to assess the women and sees you. Clad in a silver dress that falls just below that round ass and heels that accentuate those long legs leaning against the bar stool. You’re perfect. Perfect enough for him to already sport a hard on.
He makes his way to you with a certain air of confidence that only he seems to possess. He comes up beside you and leans into your ear to, rather loudly, say over the bass, “The name’s Jack. And I’d really love to have some company tonight.”
You turn to face the man that made his presence known and take him in. Oh, so the prince is the one who needs a good fucking. You’d be lying if you said that this moment in time didn’t give you an ego trip. You’ve always thought about what it would be like to press your lips to his perfect pout and stare into those baby blues as he takes you apart ever since he graced the cover of VOGUE.
You smirk into your drink. “I know a prince when I see one, Mr. Benjamin.”
He figured as much you’d recognize him. All the kingdom knows of him and his risque reputation.
“Then, I’m guessing you won’t deny a prince of his request? I pay handsomely.” he states matter of factually.
He honestly didn’t have to pay you to do anything he desires. You’d have dropped on your knees in the middle of this club if that’s what he wanted. And little did you know, that’s close to what he needed your assistance for in the first place.
With a hefty transaction and a few drinks, you’re walking arm in arm with Jack to the hotel he rented a room in. You feel like a celebrity. A devilishly handsome man on your right, paparazzi on your left, and thousands in cash sitting nice and pretty in your purse. You just hope he’s a decent lay. You haven’t had one of those in awhile. Most of the men you’ve worked with didn’t even make you cum, always left you high and dry. But, the cash they guaranteed was worth the disappointment.
He walks up to the lobby desk and asks for his key card. As the lobbyist searches for the correct one labeled “Benjamin” your gaze drifts. This place is nice to say the least. It’s sleek and mature. A complete contrast to the man next you with his bright eyes and plush face.
After acquiring the card that’ll seal your fate for a one night stand, you both make your way to the elevator. You decide to make the first move once the doors close. Your sexual attraction getting the best of you. As the numbers ticked up, you turn to face the Adonis. You fist his jacket between your hands to pull him in close and whisper low in his ear, “Ya know, Jack,” you let your lips graze his ear with each word you speak, “I really hope you live up to that title you carry.”
Your hand rubs down, starting at his chest and snaking its way down his toned stomach to cup his dick through his pants. Jack’s breath hitches as you languidly palm him. Little shocks of pleasure spike across his spine. He’s a bit taken back from this forwardness you possess. No one ever showed a dominant side with him. He’s the one always in control. And he’s keeping it that way.
He runs his large hands along your curves causing you to lean into him even more before he takes your hand off him and retches your arm back. You’re spun around with such force that your mouth hangs open in shock. He roughly pulls you against him, trapping your aching arm between your back and his firm body.
“Listen real close, baby.” he spits, words laced with venom. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m the one in charge. So, be a good little whore and keep it in your panties until we get to the room.”
The elevator dings and he lets you go, only to grab your hand and practically drag you to the suite. You take note of the wetness that’s pooled in the flimsy fabric between your legs from the little altercation. This little playboy has a rough side, and you can’t wait to see just how rough he can get.
His slender, ringed fingers put the key card to the scanner until the light turns green and you're swept away into the most luxurious room you’ve ever stepped foot in. Dull lights make the blue hues and black tones even that much more alluring. A giant mirror hangs above a bed fit for a prince and the large windows show the city in all its glory.
Jack stalks over towards the window sitting in the middle of the large room. He sees men with cameras still mingling about below trying to get some shots of him and his latest conquest. He’ll give these sleazy excuses of people the shots they desire and more.
You shed your coat and purse before making your way towards the hulking figure near the window. You can tell something plagues his mind. It’s not hard to sense when he looks like a lost puppy in the moon’s hue.
He glances at you as he moves to stand behind you. He pulls you in close by your waist and brushes your hair away from your neck. His fingers are so feather like you almost couldn’t register them. His lips though, you can feel them just fine as they pepper kisses and bites along your neck.
“City’s beautiful isn’t it?” he asks in between his sucking and biting. Creating little patch works of art across the expanse of your skin.
You’re in a trance and all you can do is hum in agreement. The feeling of his hands groping the soft flesh of your hips and his lips dragging along the base of your neck has you silently enjoying the attention. The only sounds coming from you are whimpers and breathy moans.
It’s a symphony to Jack’s ears. He finds your sounds more beautiful than anything Haydn conducted. He may just want sex, but he knows how to appreciate the beauty he finds in the people he beds. He might be an asshole, but he’s an asshole with a taste for the human form.
He places your hands against the window and kicks your legs apart. “What’re you doing?” you ask in slight concern.
As he’s making quick work of discarding his clothes he simply states, “I’m going to fuck you while the city watches.”
What? You couldn’t have heard him right. There’s people down there that could easily see, there’s a million dollar mattress made for a rough fucking. A window is not what you wanted. But, what you want doesn’t matter in your profession and it certainly doesn’t matter to the prince as he pushes his naked body against your clothed one, trapping you against the cold glass.
He hikes your dress up past your hips and stares at the pretty lace thong sitting between your full ass. He grabs at the flesh, pawing and kneading before landing a harsh slap. You jerk against the glass and you feel the sting go straight to your core.
The cool metal of his rings soothe over the places he strikes, easing the burn. His cock is leaking at the site of you spread out for him and the whole world to see.
“You see all the cameras below us, baby?” he asks while rutting his aching member against you. You can feel his precum sticking to your skin. He reaches around your body and pulls your breasts from the confines of the sparkling material of your dress. He starts treating your chest like he did your ass just moments ago. His rings catch your nipple with each grope of your chest making you mewl and arch back against him.
“Make sure to smile pretty, cause you’re going to show them how good I fuck this cunt.”
He rips your panties down your legs and stands between them. You’re soaked for him. And the thought of people watching as he uses you makes you even more wet. You feel him rub his dick through your sticky folds. He bumps your clit a few times and your legs shake with each pass of his bulbous tip against your bundle of nerves.
He slowly pushes in. Your walls welcome him as he bottoms out with ease and you're both letting out pleasured groans. “Oh, fuck.” you gasp. The feeling of his thick cock resting inside you makes your eyes roll in the back of your head. He’s almost hurting you with his size. And so, you try to scoot up a bit to relieve the ache he’s creating.
He grabs your throat, jerking you back up to him. You let out a pained cry. You’re trying to adjust, truly, but he isn’t helping you.
“Nuh uh.” he growls. “You’re going to take what I give you, slut.”
The bit of gentleness he showed you was just the calm before the storm. He forces your face against the window and starts to thrust in and out. His pace is hard and rough. His grip on your scalp helps with leverage. He knows you’re enjoying the stroke of his dick with the screams you let out and the way your pussy is pulsing around him.
“God, how is a whore this tight?” he leans in towards your face, taking in the sickly sweet fragrance you adorn and pants against your neck, “You like being watched don’t you, my dirty girl? I know you do because this,” he lands a smack against your pulsing cunt, “is milking me.”
You let the degrading words help you towards your climax. He’s hitting that spot inside you just right. His balls are hitting your clit with each sharp snap of his hips and it’s all too much. You can barely hold yourself up, the only anchor you have is his firm hold across your stomach.
You both notice the flash of the cameras going off, but it doesn't faze you, you both love it. It makes both of your senses heightened. The thought of these pictures plastered on every magazine and news station has Jack gripping your hair even harder and driving into with such force you fear the glass may crack.
“Jack,” you cry. “Oh, fuck right there. Harder.”
He slaps a hand over your mouth to silence your pleas. “Shut up, bitch.”
He forces your head back and the new angle your body creates has tears welling up in your eyes. The pleasure he’s giving you is borderline painful. But, his tight grip across your mouth and the delicious force of his dick has you wanting more.
Jack can tell you’re getting close because it’s getting harder to pull out of your tightness. He takes his hand that's in your hair and braces it against your hip, making you fuck yourself against him.
“You wanna cum, baby? Go ahead. Show em’ how this cunt swallows me up.”
Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. You scream behind the palm of his hand. You can’t seem to catch your breath, your lungs ache from the air he’s keeping you from. You’re practically lifeless as he fucks up into you, chasing his own release.
“Shit...” he gasps. The vice-like grip you have on him has him snapping his hips against you faster. Jack feels his lower stomach tighten and his balls constrict before he pulls out and finishes on your lower back, just below the bunched up fabric. He takes a moment to admire the mess he created on you. He’s sure his plan of fucking a woman so openly will diminish any doubts about him and who he beds.
He pulls on his underwear and makes his way to the bar occupying the corner of the room to make himself a drink. You take a moment to catch your breath and drag your body from the condensed window pain. Your hair is wild, makeup smeared, and you have cum stuck to your thighs and back. You feel more used than usual. But, this prick just gave you the best orgasm of your life and you’d do it all over again.
You straighten yourself up as much as you can before turning around and being met with a steely, blue gaze. “Congrats, sweetheart.” he smirks, taking a drink from whatever concoction he created, smacking his lips. “You’re a star.”
Summary: You are carrying an heir of Gilboa. Everything was all planned by Jack, yet getting your heart involved too much wasn't your intention that you could surpass your dead step-brother's love for the prince himself. Challenges may come that could even get the Queen of Gilboa involved between you both, or maybe she had been the player all along?
Warning: ANGST. Homophobic mother. This could make your blood boil for you and Jack. I do not know how the royal monarchy works except for those kdramas that I watch (and I know it is very much different from the western type of royalty) but I hope I give justice to this because I've watched his parts and I have wikipedia as reference? Jack can be quite one manipulative son of a gun here! Probably non/con as well if you squint at it closely?
Words: 2,450+ This is long! Prepare for it! Especially the angst and sadness!
A/N: (READ PART 1 OF 'Monsters under your bed'!) I'm in a Jack Benjamin thirst! You want Jack? I'll give y'all Jack! He deserves more loveeee yo!
Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS. PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORKS! Thank you!
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THE SMELL OF ROYALTY AND PROSPERITY DANCED AROUND THE PALACE'S FUNCTION ROOM. Fabricated smiles and swindling minds of people who held power stood on the palace grounds as prince and princesses came sauntering in with grace and pompousness. The air became quite thick as the party started as the soon-to-be-queen entered the function room with tainted innocence plastered on her face, holding Prince Jack's elbow as she looked at him like she was madly in love.
Though, that wasn't the case. They both needed the power. She needed Jack to be the righteous king and Jack had that in mind as well.
They finally shared such a sweet kiss to the media who had been harassing them with pictures which seemed to only be a part of your imaginations because servants weren't allowed to step foot in the party as requested by King Silas. You were just one of the palace's chamber maids and you've dreamt of dressing up in a beautiful silver gown just like what Kristina has been wearing since the start of their engagement party.
It was Jack's engagement party and you've never felt more wrathful then ever. Your mind was in a berserk as the day finally came. You knew it was coming, you knew it was inevitable from the start and having the royalty in becoming Jack's wife will never be yours. All the title you had was a lowly maid of his and having his heart will never happen because it has not been yours from the start.
Since the death of your step-brother, you had no family besides Jack. You have been alone in the palace and had no one to save you, no knight in shining armor to save you from a palace where revenge takes place or a fight over the power they hoped to have.
Yet, your step-brother even had the audacity to leave such baggage as to having Jack around 24/7. Never even thinking you would eventually fall for his antics.
Unluckily getting your heart involved in it without even thinking that he probably only see you as a pawn to his plan in getting the throne.
Jack had been ineffable in terms of decisions. His plans could get people to think that it wasn't actually his doing. From the day your step-brother died, he was indescribable, difficult to read and see through his soulful eyes unlike before. He was a freaking time-bomb that even the littlest things would began to irritate him.
You were walking through the hall, strolling past the function room and up towards the magnifescent carpeted stairs, taking a flight to the palace's library until somebody had to grab your wrist, spinning you around till you were caged in between the arms of the man who has you wrapped around his fingers, including the peaceful life of leaving the palace never succeeded because of his ignoble decisions for you.
"Why does it feel like you only want to escape from me?" Jack seethed through gritted teeth. Jaw tight and tense from the idea of ignoring him and planning to escape from his shadows since the past few weeks.
Especially now that you officially had a living person inside of you due to heedless reasons.
"Because you did this to me! You ruined my life, Jack!" You barked back, never minding the echo dancing around the empty hall. His grip around your wrists grew tighter, and you knew you heard him emit a feral growl beneath his chest while you scramble to take his hold off you.
"I only did that..I only did that--" he stuttered, promptly glancing down the red, carpeted floors before intently staring into your defeated eyes. "You did what? You planned this didn't you? For what selfish purpose, your majesty?!"
"I did it to keep you by my side!" Jack answered back, his voice in a hush. "--I didn't want to lose you too, so I did it!" he throttled like he was beginning to be in tears. Jack gazed into your clouded vision, your soul was ready to kneel before the royalty in front of you as if you had no right to object but to kneel before the prince. You definitely had no right, because he was royalty and you were nothing.
"But, it was with consent, Y/N!" he continued like saying it would make you support his plans. "I've told you the night before! All of my plans!"
Your heart was starting to feel numb, it was starting to feel tight and suffocating and the wrath flowing inside your veins became tears that were finally unconfined around your eyes, falling down towards your face like a fallen star whom had never gotten a simple girl's wishes. "But that didn't involve myself in becoming your concubine!"
"I knew you were going to leave," he barked back, the Jack you know finally becoming a vengeful person who wanted nothing but power. "I can sense it," Pause. "So, I created a plan to cease you before it even happens,"
The hall was eerie as two hearts were in a battle. One who held nothing but an invalidated soul trapped inside a body who held his true self to the public, and the other was a generous heart who never contemplated on giving the heart she preciously held dear with open arms.
"I hate you," Wrong. You whispered darkly. Voice trembling with the need to lash out on him but you never did. "W-what?"
He was sure he didn't heard you right. Jack knew how you felt about him, and those words were utter lies. The man just knew it deep inside because of that certain night with him which seemed to be a mistake.
"I hate you, I never wanted to get involved in your monarchy,"
"But, I love you--" He didn't. You knew he was lying or maybe not? Though, his actions tells otherwise because if he did love you, he wouldn't have knocked you up when he got a fiancè to marry. It would just make you a paramour who held an heir of a prince who was soon to be king.
A paramour, only a paramour and not a queen.
"Lies," you spat back with much ferocity, sobbing a little before trying hard to stop the tears from falling. You could feel his fingers softly grabbing your chin, kind of almost convincing that he actually cared for your feelings and you knew you were close to breaking apart in his presence.
Jack made you look into his hypnotizing blue eyes, a soul which seemed to be locked up for his mother's wishes. "You're only saying that because I've been the person you've depended on whenever you had your triggers," you slapped his deceiving fingers away from your face, completely feeble as you slightly pushed him away before he could have you surrendering before him for the hundredth time.
Finally, you've managed to talk your heart out to him. The painful reality slipping past your lips like it was bane to your love for Jack Benjamin. Silently praying to the heavens or specifically to your brother up in the sky and saying your apologies for loving his boyfriend a little too much than he does.
Your knees were trembling and so was your untainted heart which is the purest out of all in the palace. But, you were slowly starting to become tainted, your heart was slowly becoming one just like his. The stigma of having such a royal baby inside of you will never give you a peaceful life.
Hence, having your feelings not be reciprocated needed retribution and also for your brother who have committed suicide because of the prince.
"You only want me because I could keep you balanced and in-check," you added, taking deep breaths and trying to keep your mind straight, "Or probably because I am Joseph's step sister," Jack had kept his mouth sealed in a straight line. Probably because all you said was true and so you thought.
You weakly took a step forward, in an arms reach before Jack whom had nothing to say after all the things that was bubbling up his mind, trying to understand what was going on. The game that you both had been keeping up, those cat and mice kind of games that kept him furious and tetchy was finally coming to an end.
One knee falling and therefore the other fell as well. You succumbed to his majesty, an act that could have Jack clapping for his succession, yet the sound of your defeated voice like you had no other choice deeply broke his heart. Even though, his expression seemed insensate.
"--And that I remind you of him," you continued, whispering to yourself and harshly wiping your tears away before Jack could even kneel in front of you and wipe your tears instead. He ceased his actions in wiping your tears away, seeming to see you do it faster than he does.
"Your majesty, ruin me."
All Jack saw was a soul that he did not manage to take care of, Joseph was probably disappointed of what he just did towards his baby step-sister whom he treasured so much and here he was, ruining the heart of his step-sister just like how he ruined Joseph's.
"--For all I care, ruin me just like how you ruined my brother's heart. I don't care, Jack. I already know I'm ruined before you even become king,"
You peered up into his hazy, reddish eyes. Watching you break down on his feet was shameful in his part. How did it even end up like this? How did he end up like this? "As long as this child I am holding dear will soon become the prince or princess of Gilboa--," you seethed through trembling, chapped lips. The need to have your child to never be invalidated or out of the picture will become your number one priority, despite of how it sounded like you had a motive but it was a motive that will benefit you in the future.
A future that held too many rough destinies for the both of you.
"--And I will be by your side, even though I am only your concubine which will never be the same degree as the queen," Another tear fell as if the dignity you've been holding up high was now falling down like leaves of trees from the autumn wind, "I will accept your wishes, your highness."
Jack felt his heart sinking as the image of you kneeling before him like you were inferior was making his blood boil for himself. Why did he ended up having you to act like this? Was he too much of a simpleton to follow his mother's words? Every plan he made was everyone's doing. It was everybody's manipulation.
It even got to the idea of throwing you away because a fool once said that you and your child would be a hindrance just like how Joshua was and it didn't end up that well because all he got back was his death.
The clung of a woman's heels came echoing closer, stopping beside you was a high-end black heeled shoes and your eyes were ready to pop out of your eye sockets because somebody had to see you look lowly in front of the prince, mentally ruining your integrity around the palace.
"That's good to hear, Y/N." Queen Rose Benjamin muttered as a matter of fact, stopping her son from kneeling on the ground in level with you because some people were watching like an audience, and it wasn't just any ordinary audiences because they were people who Jack knew by heart. "--because you never suit being the queen," she continued as she loomed above you like a hawk watching its prey.
"--Having the suicidal blood of a boy whom my son has ever loved will never suit royalty," She said with utter spite, her eyebrows in a twist. "It even got to the point that my own son began to make such rebellious decisions and closeted mistakes because of your disgraceful step-brother," The queen lowered her voice down till you and Jack could only hear her. She tightened her hold around her son's arm, signalling him that she never knew Y/N was now bearing a child of royalty. Jack's child.
"Jack, sweetheart?" she called, breaking Jack's hazy, bombarded head as he looked empty and defeated just like you. He was just like a chess piece that his mother controls, and he had been getting tired of it. Though, he never did notice that he have been using you like how his mother does to him as well. You were both just victims, yet Jack could become a hero if he wanted to clean his name in vain, unlike you.
"You never did learn," His mother spat back, roughly spinning her son just to slap him out of his senses, surprising you to say the least as you immediately grabbed Jack's pant sleeve once you saw his mother slap him out loud.
Jack could not do anything but tighten his jaw. She was his mother after all. All he could do was tighten his fists on his side, wanting nothing but to pick you up and never let his mother touch you because you held his very own heir.
Though, that didn't happen because he was too late to react as the queen discourteously kicked your hold away from Jack's leg, making your stumble a little on the ground. Both palms on the carpeted floor like the servant you were.
"Now, I would want you to kiss the ground he walks on and follow my son's wishes, Y/N."
So, you did despite of his family and even King Silas who have been watching you both from afar. A thought bubbling inside the king's mind as if history repeated itself because of what Jack has just committed.
"Because that's all you'll ever be. A mere, pathetic Proletariat; more so much lower than your suicidal step-brother,"
THIS..THIS..I DON’T KNOW WHY AND HOW I DID THIS. Why did I even write this? It’s so...painful! 😥😥 FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MCUH APPRECIATED, TATER TOTS!
So this was a little drabble I wrote a while ago for a post made by @letswriteaboutsebbaby, just making a separate post for it for my masterlist! Also, I wrote it so it could be interpreted for most of Seb’s characters, so imagine it for who you want.
You saw him standing in the doorway as you pulled into your driveway. You could tell that it had been a long day, not only for you, but for him as well. You grabbed your things and made your way up to where he stood staring at the sky pensively. You set your things down inside the entryway and wrapped your arms around him. His face nuzzled into the spot on your neck where it fit perfectly. You felt him relax under your touch as he exhaled a long breath, one it almost seemed like he had been holding. You kissed the exposed patch of skin you could reach on his neck. You felt him inhale your perfume, grounding himself in you, your touch, your warmth, your smell. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes.
“It’s been a long day.” He whispers in a rough voice. You place your palm on his cheek, cradling it. Kissing his lips soft and slow for a moment before pulling back to speak.
“How about we get comfy, pour some wine, I’ll order a pizza, and we can cuddle on the couch watching some mindless TV, huh?” You ask him softly, a bit of sparkle in your eyes at the just the thought of being wrapped around each other.
“Sounds perfect, doll.” He answers before drawing you up for just one more kiss.
So, I finally finished the show King's and the what happened to Jack at the end has inspired me to write a angsty fic (that has a happy ending) about it 🤭
