Hey loves, should I start writing for Dorian Gray? I mean Ben Barnes is literally hot af and I js finished re watching the movie. Just wanna know if people actually wanna read fics about him ❤︎
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"This is terribly improper Mr. Gray," you mumble lustfully as Dorian tactfully unlaces your corset, while kissing the back of your neck.
"Do tell me if I'm wrong, but I believe you've been tempting me all night," he whisper into your ear, almost harshly, but not quite harsh enough to frighten you. "With your hair half-down like this, how ever did the Duchess approve of this?"
"So you noticed? It's an American style," You giggle slightly strained by Dorian removing your corset, leaving the top of your body completely bare. "The Duchess was furious but I ran to the carriage before she had a chance to whinge."
"How ever so defiant of you," Dorian teases, cupping his hands around the sides of your body, moving downward to unlace your skirt.
"Do you like it?" You ask with utter anticipation.
"I love it," he replies, grasping your hips and whirling you around in the center of your skirt that lays on the ground, to face him. You now face him, entirely stripped of your outer layers.
Dorian leads you to his four poster bed, laying you down gently. He quickly unravels his tie, and your eyes jump to his collarbone where he unbuttons his collar.
"You trust me?" Dorian asks, looking between you and his tie that is crumpled in his palm.
"Of course, Mr. Gray," you reply sweetly while positioning yourself so the back of your head is supported by his headboard.
When Dorian leans forward, you jump just slightly. He takes your shoulders pushing you down so he can access your arms behind your back. With his tie you can feel it's lavishness wrap around your wrists. He bondages the fabric, tightening it with a single pull.
He pushes your shoulders back so you return to your original position, only this time your wrists are tied behind your back.
"You trust me?" Dorian repeats this time his hand rummaging for his pockets.
"Yes, Mr. Gr-"
"Dorian," he interrupts sternly, glaring deeply into your soul, which gives you chills. It almost seemed as if his eyes instantly clouded over, which makes you feel a bit uneasy.
"Yes, Dorian," you assure, biting your bottom lip as he ruffles his golden brown hair with his fingers. His eyes aren't clouded and with that you feel the utmost warm.
As soon as the word 'yes' rolls off your tongue, Dorian pulls out a pocketknife, flipping out the blade.
You watch intently as he dips down, placing the tip of the blade on the inner of you thigh. Without asking this time, he begins carving into your skin.
You flinch as the blade unexpectedly seeps into your skin, your bonded wrists tense up and you feel yourself clenching your eyes shut. Each slice in your skin burns, but at the same time a flush of arousal follows. You do your best to not make any noise, but you'd be lying if you said what was happening wasn't painful.
The sharp blade seeping into your skin comes to a stop, and you slowly open your eyes to see what he's done. When you look down, imprinted into your skin is a perfect heart. However, you can barely make out his perfect heart because of the blood bubbling up and dripping down your thigh. It's deep though, deep enough to leave a bad scar.
Before you can say anything a pang of pain drives fast into your heart as Dorian bends back down and licks over his art. His saliva mixing with your blood makes your stomach clench, feeling his saliva seep into your cut.
But he doesn't stop there. Dorian drags his tongue from his carving to your heat, lapping at your soaked walls. The sting from your slit skin and the sudden stimulation between your thighs arises a new euphoric state you've never been to.
As Dorian swirls his tongue around your heat, you dig your nail in the side of your fingers, as your wrists are still stuck together. To let out the energy of arousal that runs through your arms you let it escape from your lips. Moaning with every sensitive move Dorian makes.
When your body clenches and your body begins to feel as if it's overheating, your walls collapse and your juices drip out of your heat. You half-heartedly giggle when Dorian licks it all up, you body tenses when your juices mix into your heart carving, it takes everything in you to not scream.
Dorian rises from out of your thighs and moves to your side. He then rubs his masterpiece and as he does you yelp in pain, this time not being able to keep it in. You could feel your skin separating as he rubbed the heart, your flesh slipping apart.
"Sorry darling, it's just so beautiful," he muffles as he hides his face in your neck, kissing you gently. As he kisses you he unravels the tie that kept you wrists together. When your wrists are set free, your body eases and you snuggle into Dorian.
“I love you Dorian,” you decide, hovering your finger over what'll be carved into your skin permanently. The skin is still sensitive so when you touch it, you flinch ever so slightly.
Dorian doesn't respond only mumbles lightly. He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together.
“Do you love me?” You ask, turning to Dorian, giving him a doe-eyed look.
“Of course I love you,” he grins, clasping your hand then kissing it. Something about the way he said his next words were much too ominous for your comfort. However, you were much to blinded by lust to truly care. “I’ll love you forever.”
