Dorian Sugar Daddy Headcanons
Some people on ao3 asked for thoughts on our favorite door as a sugar daddy, so here we are! This is smutty, no minors!
You meet Dorian at the hotel bar during a work conference you are attending for an internship. He notices you across the bar looking a bit frazzled and skittish, and lets the bartender know that he’ll take your drink on his tab. When you’re informed of this, you lock eyes with the man. Your heart jolts as you make contact with those soft brown eyes. He lifts his whiskey in a toast across the way. While the bartender makes your drink of choice, you nervously tap on the countertop. Wondering if you should go over there. When you glance up at him again, he appears cool and collected. It’s inviting, the fact that he isn’t expecting anything from you. So you decide to make your way over.
“Evenin’” His voice surprised you, not that you minded.
“Good evening.” You nod at him politely. “Thank you for the drink.”
“You looked like you needed one.”
“Is it that obvious?” You bit your lip nervously.
“Very. I’m not one to sugarcoat.” He took a sip of his whiskey. “Need an ear?”
“Huh?”
“Do you want someone to talk to, love?” He looked at you
“I guess I don’t really know what I would talk about. It’s just been a bit of a stressful day.”
“How so?” The man seemed genuinely interested.
You shared how your day had gone. Constantly being berated by your bosses, performing menial tasks that don’t benefit your growth. You were hoping to come to this conference to learn more, but have been busy and stressed the entire time.
“Who do you work for?” He asked, now very interested.
“Locke & Key Security.” When you say the name, Dorian’s face drops.
“Figures…” He muttered.
“Do you know the business?”
“I own their major competitor.” Dorian had finished his drink, setting it down harder than he expected.
“F-front Door Security?” You squeaked out, feeling sweat bead on your forehead.
“That’s the one. I’m Dorian.” He offered his hand to you.
You gave him your name.
“Lovely to meet you. Maybe we’ll run into each other again.” He smiled softly at you, then headed toward the elevators. Before fully exiting the lounge, he turned to you. “Feel free to get whatever you want. It’s on me.”
You felt your heart stutter in your chest. You hoped you would see him again.
And you did. After accidentally running into one of your higher ups and spilling the protein shake they ordered on yourself and their suit. You’re fired on the spot for this transgression. Thankfully, a familiar face spotted the altercation and stepped in. Offering a hand Dorian helped you off the floor.
“I hear you need a new job.” He says, still holding your hand.
“Not with a competitor, they can’t!” One of your old bosses spits at you, reminding you of the “non compete” contract.
“It’s a good thing they won’t be working for Front Door Security, then. They’ll just be working directly for me.” Dorian grins smugly, not even slightly perturbed by the encounter.
Immediately you are swept away by the man, leaving the conference to get you cleaned up with a set of new clothes to go with your new title as Dorian’s personal assistant.
It turns out that it’s not much of a job, more like you’re being paid to spend time with the man. Whenever he wished for company he has you sent for him. You ask and try to do some assistant work, but Dorian won’t let you unless you really want to.
“You don’t need to make me coffee, I can have it sent to us.” Dorian’s brows furrow as he watches you prepare a pour over.
“It’s fine, you’re paying me to assist, so I will.”
He walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I think by now you know that’s not really what I have you here for.” His words are low sending a shiver down your spine.
“Then what am I here for?” You ask softly.
That’s when he kisses you for the first time. It’s hungry, he’s been waiting to do this for a while it seems.
So it becomes official. Your status as a sugar baby affords you a life of luxury that you never imagined you could receive. An invitation to move into his mansion. Free use of a credit card under his name. All he asks is for your company when he requests it. Which is quite frequently.
You’re often called to his office. He enjoys your presence near him. Even if he’s slogging over heaps of paperwork, he finds joy in seeing you chilling on the couch in his office. Sometimes you’ll make light conversation, others you enjoy a comfortable silence between the two of you. At the end of the day he is treating you to a fancy dinner wherever you would like. No matter how much you protest, he’s convincing you to let him take you somewhere.
It appears that you are quite special. Never before has the great Dorian had a sugar baby. He doted on you constantly, making sure that everything you wished for is yours. You could probably ask him for the nuclear codes and he’d find a way to get them to you.
Eventually your feelings grow for the man. He’s comfortable, but passionate about the things he cares about. He’d never push you, that’s not in his nature. However, once you two get truly close, he’s loyal unlike any other.
If he hears even a smidgen of bad gossip about you, he’s sure to nip it in the bud immediately.
“Did you hear they’re in his office every day?” Some lower office staff member giggled behind their hand. “Apparently, their knees are always bruised, if you get my drift.”
“Oh my god, what a slut.” Another person chimes in with a look of disgust.
“Excuse me?” A low voice makes their heads snap, eyes wide with concern. “Care to repeat that, or would you prefer to resign without taking this up with HR?” Dorian practically growls, fury burning in his eyes.
That passion of his certainly translates in the bedroom. Dorian isn’t one to “fuck”, no, he’s “making love” with you. Whenever he has the opportunity he loves to be between your legs. Whether it’s lavishing your sex with his mouth, or pushing his cock deep inside of you, he’s making sure you are totally cared for. You’re not leaving that bedroom till you are fully satisfied. Sprawled across the sheets with a content smile and glazed over eyes while your legs shake.
A more taboo enjoyment of his involves you coming into the office. He’ll make sure you’re sitting pretty on his cock while he works all day. Occasionally one of his free hands will lazily play with your sex. Finally, when the work day concludes, he’ll fuck you relentlessly over the desk. Of course, he’s treating you oh so sweet afterwards. Plenty of sweet nothings and caresses, then a material gift of some variety for being so good for him.
The man tried to keep in on the low, but he can be extremely possessive. If he feels any possible threat, he’s putting them in their place. Glowering at any leering eyes, making anyone back down. Then, he needs to remind you of your place. With his cock buried deep inside you, he’ll ask you to tell him who you belong to. Always, you respond with “You.”
