It’s with Grayson Dolan, the main character is a girl, it’s about how Y/N is very convinced that she doesn’t belong with Grayson, and tries to reason with him about how he should choose another girl, but Grayson show her that he wants her . Um can there be a daddy kink too. Um can there also be like degradation and praising too. If it’s to much I fully understand, and if there’s anything missing just let me know☺️
you had been feeling extremely self conscious for a while now. hating your appearance everytime you looked in the mirror, hating the way you dressed and presented yourself compared to other females your age living in la and most importantly hating the way you thought deep down that grayson deserved more than you.
if only you saw yourself the way grayson saw you, like you hung each individual star in the sky.
you weren’t what you believed the standard of beauty worthy of grayson dolan. you weren’t the typical instagram model the whole world expected him to be with.
your boyfriend of 6 months who was nothing but attentive, loving and caring, never gave you any moment to doubt yourself or your worth. it’s not like needed to however, as your own inner demons did all the work for him.
grayson jumped up from his designated side of your shared bed the minute he heard your heart wrenching sobs coming from the shower. it was part of your nightly routine to take a shower before bed and wash the day away, but crying whilst doing so was certainly new and something grayson never wanted to hear or see again.
“baby,” grayson’s voice was barely audible above your sobs and the water beating down on the green tiles you grew to love overtime, but you heard him. you always heard him.
knocking on the door as a signal he was going to enter, knowing you never locked the door due to not liking the distance it created between you and grayson on the rare occasion he hadn’t accompanied you in the shower, grayson stepped into the steamed up bathroom, barely being able to make out your deflated naked body.
no more words are spoken as he strips down from his boxers and climbs into the shower beside you. not caring in the slightest that he was moments away from his slumper, you needed him. you always came first, no matter if it meant getting his hair wet right after he just got done washing it.
“hey pretty girl, what’s these tears for huh?”
you broke down more at the softness of his voice, a tone and vulnerability only reserved for you, making you hate yourself further for doubting him ever wanting to be with anyone but you. grayson pulled you into his arms as he found you knees to chest on the bench he had other ideas for its use at the time of building but his favourite use was to sit on it and hold you, in his arms. safe and protected.
“yo-you shouldn’t be with me,” you choke out. falling limb into grayson’s chest and holding him as close to you as you could, although contradictory to your untrue words.
grayson’s heart broke. words he never wanted you to ever utter again, much less think are true.
“sweetheart, you’re it for me i don’t want another soul.”
“loo-look at me grayson! you deserve more.”
if you weren’t an emotional wreck, clinging onto grayson for dear life as the water rinses down his bare back and causes goosebumps to litter his delicate skin, he would have laughed in your face. not once has grayson ever doubted his love for you, he has never considered the possibility that you weren’t good enough for him, not once has he looked at someone eles in the way he looked at you. not once did it ever cross grayson’s mind of a life without you- his soulmate.
there was no grayson without his y/n.
wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb, his eyes set firmly on your own clouded ones, they darken. a look of lust and determination taking over his face as he knew in that moment, his words wouldn’t be enough to debunk your thoughts.
“let me show you what you deserve, baby,”
grayson knew he had to cheer you up the one way he knew how. the only way he was allowed to, treating your body with the upmost pleasure, showing you exactly who you belong to and that he was the only person on earth who could.
you barely had time to catch your breath and control your tears before grayson was manhandling your body in a way that had your legs clenching. spreading your legs wide apart and making you straddle his lap, your body’s well oiled thanks to the shower that was still running and working as a mechanism to make your next movements smoother.
“gonna ride me mama. want you to put yourself to work on my cock, yeah. you’d like that wouldn’t you slut.” grayson growls. his throbbing penis rubbing up and down your slick folds as his hand connects with your neck. a squeeze light enough to get you withering and moaning but also strong enough to assert his dominance.
“i want it, please,” you reach down to speed up the process of feeling grayson sink down inside of you. so desperate to be filled up and used as grayson pleased.
slapping your hand away, grayson’s grip on your neck tightens. his plump moisturised lips attaching to the skin of your beasts that were directly in his face and biting at the tender area. being sure to leave marks that he would attend and make a fuss of tomorrow.
“beg me, slut. beg for daddies cock like the greedy whore i know you are.”
“fuck me daddy, please. i want your big juicy cock inside m-me, need it.”
not being able to resist you any longer, grayson lifts you up by the curve of your arse and places you directly over his cock. legs spread and pussy waiting to be destroyed, to show you who owned you and to prove to you to never doubt yourself or your relationship.
“oh god oh god, it-it’s too big.” you cried out once the full length of him was resting inside you.
“you’ve had it all before baby, just get used to it again.” grayson reassured you, surprised that he could utter more than a few words due to the tightest of your cunt. it was like a vice, sucking in him deeper with every bounce.
thank god for the wooden shower bench. it allowed you to position your feet comfortably on each side of grayson’s thighs and get the perfect rhythm, assist edge by grayson’s hands groping your hips, to glide up and down the only dick made for you.
you rose up off of his length and sank back down with a sharp moan, carefully gliding along his length with your head resting on his shoulder only taking a few inches at a time and gradually working your way down. you moaned in his ear telling him how good he felt filling you up like this.
grayson slammed inside of you with one long stroke making your entire body writhe around him. you were already on the cusp of climaxing as he began to pound into you with long unapologetic strokes, not being able to resist taking over and controlling the movements of your hips like he was used to doing in the bedroom. you completely lost your mind for several moments. feeling so full and satisfied each time he sank that thick piece of him inside you.
“look at how well you’re taking me, slut,” he growled. causing you to instantly obey and watch in awe of how you managed to take all of him. “see how fucking tiny you are, baby?” he questioned, to which you answered with a whimper. “this-“ he send a slap to your clit. “is my little pussy, you hear that. i dont want another- mine, all mine” grayson groaned unable to take his eyes off of where he was completely disappearing inside of you.
you nearly exploded at his words, the entirety of his length rest inside you for a short moment and watching the way your thighs quivered as you took him in, barely able to hold yourself up.
“fuck.” he growled so deeply when he felt you clamp down around him a little tighter. “look at me.” he rasped, your eyes immediately snapping up to meet his as he began working into you at a much faster pace. grayson knew at this rate he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. you needed to cum before him, you were always first no matter how close, how desperate and weak he was.
pulling him you off his body so abruptly by your hips, you whine childishly at the loss of contact. grayson barely gives you enough time to register what he’s doing before laying you down on the beach and spreading your legs followed by your pussy lips, with one hand.
reaching for shower head, he turns the setting up to the highest and aims it direct to your pussy. the pressure of the water hitting right were you needed it to, the overbearing sensation in the pit of your stomach bubbling stronger as your legs violently shake.
“oh-oh more daddy.” you throw your head back in a moan of indescribable pleasure. your nimble fingers twisting at your erect nipples as you coax yourself closer to a climax.
“cum for me baby, show me what a good little bunny you are.”
you squirt. your juices blending in with the water being used to penetrate your pussy as grayson continues to help your through your orgasm. the water pressure now causing some sensitivity as you whimper, unable to control your legs from shaking and completely giving into the feeling.
grayson watches in delight as you come down from your intense high. turning the shower off completely and once again lifting you into his arms and chest as he waited for your breathing to regulate. his arms tightening around your body as he pressed soft kisses to your wet hair, eyes closed in bliss at the skin on skin contact after such an intimate moment.
feeling your heart beat against his own brought him peace and comfort.
you both make no attempt to move, your body shriving slightly from the cold air cutting through the pair of you but being in each there arms, heart to heart, chest to chest, caused enough heat to grant you a few extra minutes to declare your love for each other. reassurance needed now more than ever in your case.
“i love you y/n, never think or question it otherwise. you're it for me baby, no one will ever take me away from you, not even your own demons. ill fight each and everyone off for you.”
“i love you, grayson.” you kiss the skin over his heart. signing in content at the way grayson helped crush all your insecurities. he was made specially for you. 
“yours forever, sweetheart.”
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