Summary: Y/N doubts a possibly of her sweet and innocent boyfriend having a freaky side, which he eventually proves quite wrong.
Warnings: Explicit content, swearing, fluff.
Grayson Dolanâs a sweetheart.
Though maintaining a physical complex of intimidation to the eyes of those who have never met him, Y/Nâs boyfriend is quite possibly the most innocent man she knows. Itâs not a bad thing at all either; in fact, itâs what she loves most about him. She adores those puppy eyes he gives her when he wants something so bad, and the additional pout of bottom lip jutting out that just made her swoon at the sight. She loves the warmth of his fingers intertwining with hers whenever theyâre out and about, how he keeps her nearby out of fear of being separated at any given moment. She loves when he plops her down on his lap and curls her into his chest, before lacing his fingers through her hair and brushing her to sleep. She loves his small pecks on lips and the cheek, almost as if he were too shy to give them, and the way he always spoke so kindly and softly to her - opposed to the loud and confident way he does around others. It made her feel special.
However, the sex was vanilla.
Okay, that might be a tad blunt, and a little over-dramatic. Donât get her wrong, Y/N absolutely doesnât mind having vanilla sex. She loves being made love to, treated gently and respectfully, his touches careful not to hurt her in anyway. But thatâs the thing; sometimes... she wants to be hurt. In the sense of âBDSM, punishingâ you type. She has these frequent urges and fantasies of Grayson pinning her in an absurdly extreme position and fucking her there with her mouth gagged and hands tied. She craves to feel his large hand slap against her bottom, or her long fingers to wrap around her neck and squeeze.
But there was no way in hell Grayson Dolan would ever do that to his precious girlfriend.
It was somewhat frustrating for Y/N, who has recently been wanting to try new things in bed with him but wouldnât dare bring it up. No, sheâd be way too embarrassed to mention to her purely innocent boyfriend, who probably had a distaste for freaky sex stuff, that she wanted to take him up her ass.
As of right now, Y/N was stretching her tiny little hole up with a medium-sized baby pink buttplug, after having squirted a decent amount of lube onto her fingers to rub against the area and to the sex toy as well. She pushes it in and moans softly, safe to do so as she was in the bathroom of her apartment instead of her boyfriendâs, who was currently out filming something with his brother, who would also think she was weird for being into this shit. Ethan acted far dirtier than his sweetheart of a brother, but he also displayed a sense of judgment towards anything other than simple sex without bondage and all that.
She had pulled her pants up, leggings to be specific, as it felt more comfortable to wear with the plug in, and was washing her hands when her phone on the counter buzzed with a text message.
Grayson <3: Hi bub. E and I took a break from filming and I really miss you. Can you come over rn?
Y/N: Of course, sweetheart. Iâm getting ready to leave now and Iâll be on my way. Love you.
Grayson <3: Love you too, my angel. Please donât text and drive, drive carefully, okay? Text me when youâre here.
Just like Gray, to make her heart swell with warmth at his concern and protection over her. She quickly gathered her belongings and headed out, excited to see her precious sweet boy. The buttplug shifted a little inside of her, and she hoped that Grayson wouldnât somehow notice it. He was never one to play with her ass anyway, and theyâd probably just cuddle on the couch while watching TV. She didnât want to take the toy out of her, it felt way too comfortable lodged in, and stretching her out miraculously - she didnât want to interrupt the prep. Even though there was no point as Grayson wouldnât be done for anything such as this.
God, heâd think she was such a freak if he found out.
Y/N successfully drove to the twinsâ house without getting into any accidents Grayson fears sheâd get in one day (okay, her driving isnât that bad, but out of the two of them he was significantly the better driver). She sent him a quick text and wobbled over to the front door, her tiny hole still clenching around the hole and just the thought of it being her boyfriendâs huge cock instead made her pussy throb.
Grayson smiled through the glass windows and excitedly ran over to the door, unlocking it and flinging himself into Y/Nâs arms. He leaned in and gave her a pretty sweet kiss on the lips before urging her inside, murmuring into her ear as he closed the door, âMissed my pretty girl today.â
âHmm...â she sighed in content, leaning into the embrace of her boyfriend of sixth months. âMissed my sweetheart. So, whatâd you wanna do?â
He already begins to lead her down the hall to her bedroom, where he declares, âI wanna cuddle.â
âSounds like a plan,â she sighed contently, yearning to be closer to her sweet boy now more than ever.
Grayson closes the bedroom door behind him and letâs her into bed first before crawling in beside her, curling into her side while wrapping an arm around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and exhaled deeply, letting his warm breath graze over her skin as he tangles his fingers into her air. Y/N embraces his touch, snuggling into him as deeply as possible before shutting her eyes. Every now and then heâd place soft kisses against her neck, and murmur something about loving her to death, and sheâd always wonder how she became the luckiest woman in the world to score a man so wonderful. Despite certain disregarded fantasies, she firmly believes that heâs her soulmate, her one and only, her everything.
She could stay like this forever.
Eventually, though, she feels Grayson slip his hands onto her forearms and hoist her body up, rolling her onto her stomach and up against his chest. Y/Nâs face grew warm at the feeling of their crotches brushing up against each other, but she knew nothing would happen today. Today was just an innocent, ordinary day. She could feel his heartbeat from where she laid her ear up against his chest, his fingers continuing to play with her hair until they got bored and decided to massage her shoulders. Yes, innocent. His touches were innocent.
Until she felt his large hands clasp over her ass cheeks, and squeezed.
âIs this okay?â he whispered into her ear, voice low and husky. The tightening in his pants and the way he sounded told her he was in the mood for something.
âY-Yes,â she answered, gulping when she remembered the fact that she indeed did have a buttplug up inside of her. If they were going to do something more than cuddling, she needed to get it out of her now. âUm, c-can I go use the bathroom first? I just-â
His fingers moved closer to the center of her ass, where it struck the metal toy between her cheeks and the frail material of her leggings gave way to its shape, especially with the way she was laying. He found it. âWhatâs this?â
Y/Nâs heart dropped, and she tried to shift herself off of Graysonâs body, but his hands kept her firmly planted against, tightening his grip when he realized she was trying to escape. âUh, nothing.â
Graysonâs eyebrows furrowed his confusion as he continued to push against the toy, speaking suspiciously, âItâs not nothing. Thereâs something... hard in your panties.â
Well. With the way their bodies are pressed against each other, she could say the same to him. âGrayson...â
âWhatâs in there, pretty girl? Lemme see.â
Y/N shook her head, feeling embarrassed as she hid her face in the crook of his neck and muttered, âNo.â
âBecause itâs weird,â she huffed, lifting her head up to look at his flushed face. âAnd youâll think Iâm a freak.â
âA freak?â he chuckled, glancing down at her oddly. âAnd whatâs wrong with that?â
Her heart thudded in her chest at the thought of Grayson embracing her kinky side... or even better, if he was kinky himself. But there was no goddamn way, he was such a pure and loving sweetheart who was definitely only teasing her right now. God, she doesnât know how the hell sheâs ever going to live this down. âNothing, but I know youâre not into this kind of stuff âcause youâre so innocent... please, Gray, can we just forget all this happened? Iâm humiliated enough as it is.â
Grayson remained silent, and she took that as an agreement so she continued to rest on top of him in relief. However, that relief was short-lived, as suddenly she feels fingers wrap around her throat in a tight grip and raise her head out of his neck, forcing her to look at him. Her boyfriendâs eyes were dark, almost as if he was angry. It was definitely an intimidating expression which made her gulp in slight fear, anticipating for him to speak. She doesnât think sheâs ever seen him this mad before.
âDid you just fucking call me innocent?â he growled, startling her.
Did he just... swear in front of her?
Y/N uttered hesitantly, now knowing that he was apparently intimidated by the label, âOkay, I guess what I meant to say was normal. Youâve never shown interest in stuff that wasnât so vanilla. But itâs not a bad thing! I just never wanted to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart-â
She gasped when he released the grip on her throat and pushed his hands into her pants, gripping her ass cheeks and kneading his fingers into her fleshy skin. She held her breath when his fingers grasped onto the end of the buttplug, her eyes squeezing shut as he carefully pulls it out - then slams it back inside, eliciting a cry of pleasure to escape from her mouth. She opened her eyes and caught Grayson smirking at her.
âOh pretty baby, youâve got me all wrong. You see, my innocent nature was more for your sake, I thought you were vanilla one. But it turns out, youâre just like me,â he taunts, shuffling her pants further down her thighs.
âI thought if Iâd fuck you, Iâd hurt you,â he confessed, leaning upwards to plant a tender kiss to the side of her neck. She could feel her pussy throb at his words, and so suddenly, she wanted him to do every single naughty thing he had planned for her in his mind. âSo tell me what you want, baby.â
âI want you to fuck me,â Y/N breathed out, feeling an increase of wetness slipping down her inner thighs that he could most certainly feel. âAnd I want it to hurt.â
Grayson suddenly had spun them around and positioned her hands-and-knees on the bed, spreading her legs apart before smacking her bare ass raised high in the air. She squealed from the collision and lurched forward, only to be brought back by his hand around her throat. He gripped onto the buttplug again and pulled it out, admiring with bright eyes as her tiny stretched hole pulsed from the sudden emptiness. She was still a little lubed up, but it didnât deter him from pulling his cock out and spreading two of his fingers against her wetness, slicking them up before rubbing them around her hole. Y/N sucked in a deep breath before he finally pushed himself in, whining at the thick presence in her bottom that slightly stung but also felt so damn amazing.
âOh my fucking God, Grayson!â she moaned, clutching onto the sheets, yelping when he spanked her ass harshly again and growled into her ear.
âNot my name. Try again, little one.â
âDaddy,â she mumbled out, a little shyly, but when she saw him nod his head in confirmation, she spoke much louder, âOh, daddy, right there!â
âLove daddy in your ass, donât you, pretty girl?â Grayson grunted, profusely thrusting himself in the tight space and trying not to cum any second now. Heâs been hard as a rock since sheâs laid on him and he felt the familiar toy inside of him. âGod, you feel so fucking tight, I love it.â
When he finally released his grip from her neck, he took her by surprise by shoving two fingers tip into her pussy, his thumb playing with her clit and making her practically scream out into the void. âOh, daddy!â
He pummeled inside her constricted little asshole now, focused on the pleasure - but mostly hers, he adores hearing the sounds of her moans when sheâs pushed to the brink of cumming. She always sound like an angel when she does it. He could feel her pussy clench around his fingers, which soon spurts our warm fluids of her release. He pulls them out and grabs at her face again, shoving his coated digits into her mouth and pressing them against her tongue, making her suck her delectable juices off. She whimpered around his hand, legs trembling underneath her from the orgasm - but she was still building up another.
âO-Oh my God, ah,â she belted, feeling herself cum again as Grayson mindlessly fucked her as if it were the last thing heâd ever do.
She thought it was time that he was finally let himself go and cum inside of her, but instead he took her by surprise and pulled out of her smaller hole before flipping her onto her back and pushed her legs far above her head, holding them down because she wasnât exactly a flexible acrobat. Thatâs when he rammed his cock inside of her pussy, no mercy shown as he goes in balls deep and bottoms out. Theyâre still wearing all of their clothes and only have their most intimate parts exposed, as he pounds her into the mattress that they usually share many warm and soft cuddles. Never in a million years did she ever think this would happen.
âDaddy!â Y/N screamed, clutching onto his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut. Her legs felt incredibly sore and so did her pussy, but she loved the dull ache she felt and only wanted more.
Thatâs when Grayson couldnât take it anymore - he leaned down and crashed his lips on top of hers, tongue fully in her mouth as he cums deep inside of her stretched out walks. He could feel her whimpers and groans vibrate inside of his mouth, and he gasped when she squirted all over his buried cock, legs still trembling from the overstimulation as they begin to slow themselves down. Y/N almost wanted to question it all, but honestly she didnât have the energy for a deeper explanation at the moment. All she could manage, however, was to ask him one very important thing.
âCan I still call you sweetheart?â she murmured, sighing in content as he brushed a hand through her wild hair.
Grayson smiled, holding her against him. âYes, of course, pretty girl. Now, letâs just chill for a bit, before we go for round two.â
âRound two?â she asked, a bubble of excitement rising inside her. She was tired as hell but she was always down for more.
âMmm-hmm. And this time, Iâm pulling out my little trunk underneath my bed and letâs just say... Iâm going to use it all on you. Got that, baby?â
A/N: noooo tags bc iâm shy and lazy and tired but mostly shy