Killshot [Dorian Gray X Reader]
• I looked up the Dorian Gray tag two days ago and found nothing written about him so I decided to change that ;) I'm obsessed with this man so why not really. Please like and reblog if you could, much thanks <3
Warnings: language, light smut, kissing, angst.
It was another late night at the bar you'd usually worked at, people coming and leaving, stumbling couples and chattering prostitutes, dancers fetching drinks here and there as you served them pleasantly.
You had worked as a bartender for a good year now, it paid off rather very well and you were happy doing the job. Not that you liked to drink at all, you'd once tried it but refrained as it's not the drink for you. And the best part of being a bartender was meeting cute guys almost every single day, you would never make a move on any though, some would flirt and throw trashy comments on how you dressed since the bar you worked at had a theme and you got to stick to it. Tight pants, tight shirts, bold make up, etc.
Until one day a tall, long haired gentleman walked into the bar, his two other friends tagging along the same table. You couldn't help but stare, he'd come and order so many drinks a night and you'd happy serve and flirt back, in fact he was being the most respectful ever it made your heart jump how he's not like all the other lads that would come here. Filthy.
It lead to one conversation after another, you thought you'd only see him when he came along with his two very grown friends, he looked around your age, stunning black eyes and brown hair you'd notice from a mile... but then he started coming alone, often sitting at the bar, watching you serve. Sometimes he wouldn't order, you would insist he'd at least have water on the house (Your boss caught you twice, wasn't happy with customers not paying) but you didn't care, he looked very lonely, and lovely. You'd have bonding conversations and what not all that was even before you got to know his name. "I'm Dorian." He said with a faint smirk that made your heart twist in your chest, and from then you'd often meet around the bar, he'd invite you for food, for coffee. Even.
Things was running so smoothly with you two until he stopped showing up to dates, not even come around the bar. You feared he might be thrown off over something you did or said, you haven't seen him for a good week now. It broke your heart entirely, you had no idea how to take it, you had no idea what to say to him after he's back.
One night the bar emptied earlier than usual, you were cleaning the bar table and some glasses, tidying up the place after your late night shift was over, hearing a subtle clicking noises you put the cloth down and stared to where the noise came from. And then you saw the same long- longer brown hair pop up. He was there, in front of you. You hadn't realised you were shaking, it was a month since you'd last seen Dorian, since you'd last talked to him. "Dorian?" You asked, coming around the bar, having no idea how your legs picked you up at this point. He looked blank, ashen. He looked tired, not the usual look he had.
You walked closer to him. "I'm sorry." Was all he said ever since he'd walked in. "Dorian i-" you said and stopped yourself, you didn't want to excuse his behaviour without even any excuses being mentioned yet. He took a gentle step towards you, his face going into the light that had come from the ceiling, his face as perfect as ever, his eyes still as dark as you remembered them. You didn't know what came next as he grabbed your face into his palms and kissed you, kissed you hard enough that you felt the breath was knocked out of you. You whimpered against his mouth but you gave in and kissed back, this was indeed your first kiss with him.
And thinking he might disappear again after this, hating yourself for thinking like that. You kissed him even harder until you both tripped over each other, tumbling across the bar floor which you thankfully had wiped before he'd arrive. Your back hit the floor rather a bit hard as you moaned against him, he only pulled away to kiss down your neck until you pushed him off. "What the hell?!" You yelled , feeling frustrated with his behaviour. What was even happening? "What is this- what- what is all this- what do you want from me!? You leave- you leave without a trace for a month and then you- come and do this!" You said, wiping your mouth as you screamed at him. Tears building behind your eyes, a lump being formed in the back of your throat, your chest as heavy as ever.
His face fell, he knew he fucked up. His face said it all, he ran a hand through his hair and shifted closer to you, only for you to back away from him. Still feeling the heaviness of his lips on yours, the kiss still lingering on your neck as well, you shivered. "Stuff happened and- I needed to stay away, I didn't know- I didn't know I'd hurt you." Dorian said, pulling his knees to his chest. His eyes slowly finding yours, you hated the way he made you feel. You were so sure of him but you weren't so sure anymore now. "You broke my heart, hurt is too little of a word." You bit your lip, hoping it would make the feeling of his lips on yours go away but it didn't work, you hadn't realise you wanted more.
He put his hands over his face and you heard him sigh, his hands dropping to his side, His eyes finding yours again. "I want to be with you, more than anything." He said again, it all seems just excuses, part of you wanted to believe him but the other told you run. "You didn't think it through, when you decided to just leave me hanging. " You said, your eyes glaring into his. "I would spend my whole life apologising, if that's what it takes." Dorian said, his eyes had this glow in them, it's compelling. You sighed and fought against it. Telling him to go was easier than whatever was happening now, risking he may leave again, disappear forever this time. You wanted this, you wanted him. You felt stupid for it but you've been so alone for so long, it felt right with him, so right. You knew nothing could go wrong at first but then everyone makes mistakes, you can't push him off from the first one. As long as he tries to do better is what matters.
But you still needed time to think it through, now and that your boss gave you extra hours of work because of some other bartenders taking breaks. You felt so exhausted, you needed a release, a bath and a good nap. You felt yourself sigh once more before you stood up. "Dorian go home." You let yourself say, you didn't want to but things came together all at once, you're not sure you can handle it.
"No." He said before standing up, towering over you. "You're all I thought about, when I was away and I couldn't stop- you can't tell me to leave now."
"I just did."
"Do you really want me to leave?" He asked, which made your heart skip a beat. No, you wanted to say. No I don't want you to. You wanted to say so badly, words didn't come out and for that he really walked away from you. Making sure You took a good look at him for that may be the last time you ever see him, probably.
Two days later you finally asked your boss for a day off, another bartender took your place until you took time to cool off, deal with your heartbreak and sleep deprivation. Later that night you heard a faint knock at your door, it was around midnight and the neighbourhood was quiet around this time. The streets were also pretty dark which you loved. You walked from your room to the door, twisting the handle to find Dorian standing on the other side of the door, his hands shoved into his pockets, his hair wet. You had no idea it was raining. "Come in." You said, stepping to the side, his clothes didn't catch much water as his hair did, He looked perfect though. You closed the door behind him, crossing your arms to your chest. Him being at your place pricked at your veins, you felt more nervous than the obnoxious kiss you'd both shared two nights ago. "You're all I thought about." He had said two nights ago, not wanting to leave but only doing it because you'd asked him to.
Not finding the right words you decided to help him get warmer first, dry his hair as you gave him a cup of tea he held with his pale hands. You only sat across from him, a different couch. your heart hammering against your chest as you looked at him with the corner of your eyes to find him staring at you. The feeling of him against you two nights ago came rushing back, that kiss on your neck was hard enough to leave a mark you had hidden with your hair.
He sat the cup down, turning his body towards you. "Can we talk?" He said, his accent hitting every word he'd said. You only nodded, you felt like your voice was hidden and wouldn't come out. "I want to sort this out, with you.. anything you need, just tell me." He said, his eyes catching the fire from the fire place in the distance, he looked so honest and sincere it melted your hear. I want you to kiss me like you did two nights ago. But of course you couldn't say it, you only hoped he somewhat felt the same at all. "I- I want you to be honest with me.." You finally found the right words to say. "About?"
"No, just general honesty.. if you want space, tell me. I would understand." You said and with that he just nodded. You hoped he might leave after this but he didn't, you fought the urge to want him ever since he'd Came to your place. "I don't need space from you." He added after a minute or two. "I want you more than ever." He said then, your knees felt like jelly at that second he got up and walked to where you sat, placing his hands on your thigh
separating your legs gently as he went in between them, on his knees. His face inches from yours before you gave in and kissed him, hungrily, aggressively. A clash of tongues teeth and mouths. Your fingers raking through his freshly dried hair as his hands brought you closer to him, he tasted like tea and honey which made you smile against his mouth before his fingers went underneath your shirt, finding their way to your breasts and giving them a light squeeze before you gasped at his touch.
Pulling away for a second to talk to him, your lips still few inches away. He only leaned closer before you spoke up. "I haven't... before." You said and his eyes changed into a reflection of worry and understanding at the same time. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." His fingers still being inside your shirt he took them off with that. "No- no I want to." You said reaching and holding his hands into yours, he'd searched your eyes as you nodded to assure him once more. "I want you." You whispered before he grabbed your face again, his lips finding yours into another hungry kiss. Better than the one you shared at the bar, you hadn't realised you were leaning closer and closer until you were shifted from your seat on the couch and you fell into his lap, your knees clashing with the hard floor which made you yelp into his mouth, breaking a small laughter. "Ouch." You said before he smiled too, his cheeks flushed red before he grabbed your waist and your leg with his hands, laying you down on the floor, your laughing died down as he leaned in and kissed your neck, soft kisses that made you close your eyes and take it in, your hands finding their way into his hair. He bit on your skin gently before licking it to soothe the pain continuing the kisses all the way down to your shoulder then your chest, he looked up at you before he'd grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You helped him help you take off your shirt, remembering the time you had been waiting for him to show up after a while of his disappearance, wishing he'd ever be here and there he was.. all over you, it felt so surreal, it was happening too fast. "Dorian wait." You said and he stopped whatever he was doing, his eyes looking into yours.
"This is happening too fast.." You said. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked and you shook your head. "No- god no way you're perfect. I'm just- I don't think I'm ready yet.. and with us- I just got you back and I want us to talk." You said, sitting up and grabbing your shirt back. "You're right, I'm sorry.. For everything." He'd said. You were grateful he wasn't persistent or pushy, but you still felt like he's way into his own head and you wished you could let him open up to you, tell you what he's thinking about.
He leaned against the couch, watching the fire place burn as you put your shirt back on, kneeling beside him. "Hey." You said, leaning your head over his shoulder. "Whatever you want me to tell you, I can't do it." Dorian spoke up. "Why not?"
"I just can't" he snapped his towards yours. You had no other choice but to leave it behind, and go along with whatever he may wish to tell you. "Alright." You said, nodding. His eyes a burning flame, he searched your face for a brief second before looking away.
You weren't gonna push him away for it, you're gonna stay by his side for whatever it's worth. You leaned against his shoulder and let yourself fall asleep, best night of sleep you've gotten for a good month now.








