#dorian de

A/N: Reader has a pussy.

Dorian had been scarily quiet today.

You hadn’t listened to him. He told you to stay away from the trouble in electrical closet. He told you he was trying to PROTECT you.

So the disappointment he felt when he had gone to take his usual position at the entrance to the bedroom and heard a deep Jersey-accented voice growling how good you felt, heard you moan for him, it caused a smoldering, angry feeling to blossom in the pit of his stomach.

He stood in the doorway, unwilling to leave his post, but he didn’t hide his presence. You saw him. You saw the way his face stayed calm, the way his posture still said, ‘I’m in charge and I know it’, the way he seemed unbothered even as Tony filled you in ways he shouldn’t be filling you.

You knew that wasn’t the case, as evidenced by the way Dorian hadn’t said a word today, even when you asked him to allow you passage into other parts of the house. He’d move aside without a glance at you.

All day.

So it was late now, and you made your way upstairs, ready to call it a day. Dorian was already there, guarding your room like a loyal dog.

You kept your head down, at this point feeling guilty for causing Dorian so much distress and squeaked out an ‘Excuse me’. Again, silently, Dorian moved without giving you a response, and you entered your room with a sigh.

You grabbed your pajamas and began to change, back to the door. Your shirt was thrown to the side, and you kicked off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. Your soft cotton pajama shirt was about to be pulled over your head when a pair of large, heavy hands came to rest on your hips.

You froze.

“I’ve been trying to understand. Trying to figure out why you felt the need to ignore me.” His grip tightened a bit. “I am a door. It is my whole job to protect the people who trust me to do so…don’t you trust me?”

He spins you around, and you’re forced to look up to make eye contact with the 7-foot man. You gulp, but you know it’s not rhetorical, so you answer in a whisper, “Of course, I trust you.”

He frowns.

“And yet, I warn you about the riffraff and you felt the need to SHAG.” It comes out as a growl.

“D-Dorian, I-I…” you don’t really know what to say for yourself. He had a point, he gave you a warning there was trouble and you screwed the trouble.

He shook his head with a dark look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, love. You should know there are consequences for every action…”

You’re confused for a moment, until Dorian picks you up with ease and tosses you on to your bed. It shocks you, but you don’t have time to think much before Dorian is already crawling on top of you, ripping his jacket off.

“Doria-“ Your lips are captured in a rough kiss as Dorian is removing his shirt.

“I tried to protect you, love. You don’t want the protection. So I’ll ruin you instead.”

Soon, the underwear you still had on had been removed, tossed into some corner, and two of Dorian’s massive fingers were pumping in and out of your already needy hole while his other hand was around your throat, not pressing, just another reminder. ‘I’m in charge here.’

“Look at you, naughty thing. Already so worked up. This is why I warned you. It’s too dangerous for a whore like you to come undone around that closet filth. So many things could go wrong…” he curled his fingers suddenly, causing your back to arch off the bed.

His mouth found your clit, fingers still pumping, and his warm tongue flicking out to start coaxing out positively obscene moans from you.

Dorian had a way with his tongue; it was a natural talent. It never took long for him to bring you climax. And that was no different now.

What was different is that Dorian didn’t stop when you finished. He usually did, he was a gentleman after all, he was polite enough to let you rest a moment.

Not now. His face stayed between your legs, his fingers slowly pumping into your pussy while his tongue worked you through your orgasm and into oversensitivity.

“D-Dorian…?” You stuttered out his name as the stars left your vision and the sensitivity had you squirming away.

Once he felt you moving, he removed his fingers and sat back, shaking his head.

“Sorry, love. Not done. Need to make sure you remember this next time you feel the need stray a little too close to that sod.”

He had flipped you over on to your stomach before you had a chance to protest.

You felt his weight on you and his dick pressing against you as he breathed into your ear, accent heavy, “You ignored me before. Now you’ll beg.”

(Why? Because I said so. ALSO HIIIIIIIII HIIIIII IM BACKKKK)

(POST-REALIZATION)

CHARACTERS: Bathsheba, Barry, Mateo, The Hanks, Bobby, Beverly, Jean Loo, Curt and Rod, Volt and Eddie, Johnny Splash, Sophia, Timothy Timepiece, Tony, Stepford, Skylar, Lux, Kopi, Hector, Harper, Dirk, Florence, Celia, Fantina, Dorian, Dunk, Daisuke, Jaques, Cam, Cabrizzio, Bodhi

Let's start off with the fact that Bathsheba absolutely does not drive. Passenger princess all the way, she's the one sitting in the backseat with a neckpillow and her legs crossed as Barry struggles to remember if he can turn right on red.

Betty is also a passenger princess. I think she can definitely drive, but she doesn't like to. She tends to fall asleep often on car rides too, so she's a little afraid if it's too early or too late, she'll just drift off behind the wheel

God have mercy on the soul who's instructing Bobby. All I'll say is for them, they drive like they are actively running from the law.

Beverly is NOT allowed to drive. Why? Because every time she raises her hand to offer, there's a mixer in the other and she's already had four drinks.

Bodhi hates when the instructors won't let him listen to all the hit 80's songs, calling them 'too distracting'. Also, several times, the instructors have also forced him to put his hair up so he could see the damn road. He will only drive a jeep (he likes the way they look)

Cabrizzio, the moment he has his license, rents about five Lamborghinis and then goes into debt about two days later

Do I adore The Hanks with all I am? Yes. Do I think only 3/5 of them passed? Also yes. Hank #2, Hank #3, and Hank #5 all passed their driver's tests, Hank #2 because caution is his thing, he ate down with it, Hank #5 because he had to have some way to take Hank 0 with him places, and Hank #3 solely so he wouldn't have to take the 3am bus when he got off the nightshift at the hospital. I won't say much about the other two (Kevin couldn't make it out of the driveway because he slammed his foot on the gas the wrong way, and Hank #1 just didn't want to drive)

Hector passes his test wonderfully, but the whole time he's shaking because the instructor said no, it wasn't legal for every window to have full tint

Oh Jean Loo does not even fucking try

Cam doesn't like to drive all that much, but I mean-- when he realizes he can drive a truck that transports garbage all day every day, he instantly applies for a class A license and nails it.

Jaques doesn't need no damn car license, the man lives on boats

Curt and Rod like to randomly take the car off-route during lessons to streets where they know ugly houses are and just laugh at them for half an hour

Daisuke will not stand SHIT in the car. You don't have your seatbelt on, this man is ON YOU.

Harper and Dirk have to go through different companies FAR APART from each other and at different times because during lessons Harper would sometimes see Dirk and try to literally kill the guy :,)

I have no doubt Dorian passes on the first try with flying colors, this man was born to be one of those uber drivers that doesn't play about getting you there on time.

Dunk has a minivan for all the kids on his team and he absolutely loves it. Don't you dare insult his minivan, I will personally come for you.

Eddie and Volt totally have their own work cars! Volt's is more like a typical car, it fits two and is a nice black color, Eddie's is the one with all the gear in it for fixing up the places, so he's got a big ol' van. (vansexvansexvansexvansexwhaaaaatttt)

I'm calling it, Kopi drives one of those cute little VW bugs and it has a cinnamon air freshener in it all the time.

Fantina would probably fail her driver's test. Why do I say this? Because she's honking the horn at everyone as a way to say 'hello' and she's sticking her head out the window constantly. She's adorable, but the instructor probably has to stop them from crashing into at least five hedges

Johnny Splash gets points taken off for singing along with the radio (the instructor quickly realized the Elvis bit was not a bit.)

Florence and Celia both pass immediately also, though Florence is always so nervous whenever she's on the highway or someone honks near her. Celia has no problem confronting other drivers for Florence. No middle finger is needed, they can see her withering glare a mile away.

Lux picks up their phone in the middle of the highway and fails the test BAD

Mateo wanted to get a license so he could have one of those cute animal rescue vans, but it's literally just a normal car with the backseat taken out and a little area for all the animals he's just constantly driving around (yes cops have pulled him over just out of shock that there was a snake on his head several times)

Skylar is probably the driving instructor

Sophia did not get her license but does she still drive? Absolutely

Stepford passenger princess and nobody will argue with me.

Timothy is that bitch in the backseat during the driving test who points out every single little thing that you did wrong even if it's like 'GASP you didn't wait exactly five seconds at the stop sign!'

- Tends to be more quiet yet stern than the other Dorians

- Is typically more paranoid than the other Dorians

- Despite his more kept together attitude, he has a tendency to fidget as a result of his paranoia

- Has something akin to separation anxiety when you leave the house for a period of time