I HAVE A SMUT IDEA IF YOU WANT - what if the reader comes across as dominant or in control which grayson is turned on by until one day she pisses him off enough. He has this certain tone with her and she gets these big eyes and he just knows that's it's all an act and she's actually wrapped around his finger (plus he's like a soft dom and it's more gentle sex but he's still in control)
she’s on top every single night.
she always has him withering underneath her, sometimes in handcuffs when he’s been really bad, bouncing on his hard cock as his chest heaves in pleasure. y/n always sits upon his tatted thighs and rides him like there’s no tomorrow, taking complete control of the situation as she whispers dirty words inside his ear, his whimpers following every time she spoke. she leaves hickeys all over his neck and some on his chest, and if he cums too soon then she spanks his ass until it’s bright red. when he’s really bad, she goes either in two routes; chokes him a bit with her tiny hands, or put him in a cock cage as she finishes herself off on top of him. she’s his dominating girlfriend and he’s her soft little bub, as far as the world can tell.
but that’s just not the truth, is it?
deep down, y/n really isn’t into the dominating role at all. she wants to be dommed, sexually tortured and punished for misbehaving. but grayson’s too sweet and soft to have any of that in him, which she understands, but her craving desires always go unresolved and she has to live with that fate. she loves grayson too much and is just too damn shy to tell him she’s actually submissive.
lately, though, she’s been getting tired of it. quite annoyed, in fact. right now, she’s shooting grayson with glaring eyes as she snipes, “why can’t you just choose the restaurant?”
grayson sighs, not in the mood for a fight - especially one that had unnecessarily been escalated. “i dunno, maybe ‘cause you always choose? is there anything wrong, y/n? it seems like you’re annoyed with me.”
she crosses her arms, shaking her head stubbornly. “i’m not annoyed. i’m fine.”
grayson saunters over to her, a light smirk coating his lips, “i think you are. whatever it is, i’m sorry, care to take it out on me right now? the bedroom’s just over there-”
“that’s just it, grayson!” y/n shouted, finally having enough. “i don’t want to fuck you!”
“oh.” awkward silence filled the room between the pair, until grayson (mistakenly) spoke up again, “so i’ve just been disappointing you all this time, huh?”
y/n sighed, now feeling guilty for her outburst. “no, that’s not what i meant-”
“i haven’t been fulfilling your needs all this time we’ve been together. i’m a disappointment,” grayson repeated through gritted teeth, seemingly angered at him. “god, y/n, why have you been lying to me?”
“i haven’t lied,” she quickly defended. “it’s just... you’re just too nice to fuck me. i can’t just ask you to do that, i just... i’m sorry, this is going to come out so wrong, but you’re just too much of a sub to ever be in control. i don’t think you have it in you... i love you gray, i really do.”
grayson stayed quiet, and that’s when she knew she pissed him off. she truly didn’t know what she expected when her boyfriend suddenly stalked towards her, grabbed her by the wrist, and whispered harshly into her ear, “get into the room, take your fucking clothes off, and bend over the bed.”
her eyes went wide, and she squealed when he slapped her ass, confirming the fact that he was not playing around. she skips off towards the bedroom, where she through off her clothes as fast as she could, following the instructions that she would always give grayson. she bent her naked form over the foot of the bed, awaiting with anticipation and her pussy absolutely throbbing. how long has she been fantasizing about this moment? too damn long, and it’s finally fucking happening.
“you really need to start being honest with me, y/n,” grayson startled her by suddenly appearing in the room, slamming the door behind him. “and also stop fucking underestimating me. i can’t please you? what the fuck? we’ll just fucking see, i guess.”
oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
the sudden collision of his palm against her ass cheek made her jolt forward from the unexpected, slightly painful impact, but grayson was quick to hold her down with one hand while the other struck her bottom. he gripped her stinging flesh and released it, slapping it again with increased force. y/n moaned at the feeling, taking joy in the reversed role in not having to use her hands for once. and it was quite evident that she enjoyed it, as grayson’s two fingers soon plunged deep into her dripping hole.
“look at you, already fucking wet,” he chuckled to himself, watching her squirm underneath his grasp. “waiting to be fucked, huh? i love my pussy so much.”
he continued to thrust his fingers in and out until her legs were trembling from the oncoming release that way about to happen, except he stops and pulls his fingers out. y/n was ready to curse him out when she feels him carefully roll her on her back and takes off his clothes, noticing that he dwindled down from his previous dominating figure to a more gentle soul.
“a part of me was always afraid to dom you... out of fear that i’d hurt you,” he admitted, lips smoothening to a perfect saddened smile. “i have the ability to go fucking hard on you.”
“you could never hurt me, gray,” she assured, knowing that the true reality was that she wanted to be hurt. “and i could take whatever’s coming right now. go as hard as you possibly could.”
he nodded, finally standing in his boxers as he slowly crawls on top of her body. “i will... eventually. just not tonight. tonight, i’ll go at a gentle pace... get you ready for whatever’s coming in your near future... if you keep that bad attitude of yours.”
she nodded, feeling his weight drop down on her as their lips met. the kiss was slow and passionate, her hands scattering into his hair which tugged on the strands, and she could feel grayson shift off his boxers. he spread her legs out after pulling away from the kiss, aligning the head of his cock with her entrance as he muttered, “the safe word is gumdrop.”
she adored the fact that he gave her a safe word.
grayson finally pushed in, taking her completely by surprise when he went all the way, leaving known part of him out when he bottomed out inside of her. y/n gasped and clung onto his arms as he began to thrust himself inside, feeling nothing but absolute warmth.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly into her ear, accepting the fact that he’d hear nothing but sputtering gasps and moans from her end. and he loved that. “i love you. you’re my angel, the only one for me.”
she whimpered as he continued his pace that didn’t go to fast or too slow, and as she dug her fingernails into the skin of his back she felt him grab her wrist and pinned both of her arms above her head before adjusting himself back in. her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head as he continued to fuck her slowly, pushing back all the way to just barely graze her cervix to make a point that this was all of him, filling her up. and she felt so full.
“grayson,” she whimpered, soon squealing when she felt him spank the side of her thigh. “ah!”
“not my name,” he growled as a warning, blazing eyes meeting hers which softened at the contact. “you know what to call me, angel.”
“daddy,” she corrected, feeling her heart skip a beat when his head nodded in content and he went back to doing what he did best - making her feel so damn good. so impossibly good that she started to feel the dull ache in the pit of her stomach, just about ready to burst at any moment, “o-oh my god... i’m gonna...”
at his whispered words, y/n instantly unwinded around him and came upon his buried cock, that still moved and fucked up into her before he was ready to let go himself. their moans filled the air as he spurted the last remnants of his orgasm inside, lowering his tired body on of hers as he gave her a knowing look. “happy now?”
she smirked. “very happy.”
