A/N: OK, guys, this is pretty smutty, dealing with age play and some other raunchy stuff. If you don't like this, don't fret, there's always a fluffy piece around the bend. But anyway, enjoy. :)
Andrew was always so gentle. He and Y/N had been together for a year, and he was by far the sweetest guy she'd ever dated. Y/N had always been attracted to "bad boy" types, the kind of guys who'd ignore her texts, cheat on her, and forget her birthday. On her 25th birthday, after she had been cheated on for the second time by her ex-boyfriend Ryan, a wanna-be singer and notorious womanizer, she ended the relationship and vowed to turn over a new leaf. From that day forward, she promised herself that she'd find herself a guy who would treat her like a princess. She even went on her YouTube channel and interrupted her usual fashion and lifestyle content, making a vow to her 2 million subscribers to end her streak with fuckboys and assholes or die alone trying. A month later, she met Andrew at a Creator's Summit in New York City. He was there to speak about editing, she about fashion vlogs. They made eye contact in the green room where the speakers were hanging out and Andrew stole himself, ignoring the voices in his head that told him the beautiful influencer was out of his league and asked her to dinner that night. She gladly accepted the invite, and the next thing she knew, she had landed the sweetest, loveliest guy in the world.
Andrew was everything her exes hadn't been: polite, chivalrous, smart, thoughtful, and gentle. In all aspects of their lives, he was superior to every other guy she'd been with. But the gentle, soft demeanor which she found utterly charming held him back in some ways. She was used to true alpha males, guys who would take charge and boss her around, and that included in bed. Andrew wasn't like that at all. Y/N was ridiculously attracted to him, and he was to her, but there were times where she sort of wished he'd be more open when they were intimate. He was always so gentle to her, and it was romantic and sweet, but Y/N couldn't help but think that deep down, underneath the soft boy exterior, there was another side of her man waiting to come out, and she figured none of the girls he'd been with had ever bothered to scratch the surface of what was there to find out.
Andrew found her irresistible, her long dark hair, her sunkissed olive skin, her long limbs, her piercing hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever been with, and sometimes he'd have to pinch himself that she was his. Andrew had been in a few relationships, and he'd had his share of one-night stands and casual hookups as well. There was something in his head that made it impossible for him to reconcile the two. He treated the girls he dated like queens, and the sex he had with them was in line with that; gentle, romantic, sweet. What he'd never told anyone was that there was another side to him, a side that wanted to be dominant, bossy, and rough. When he'd hooked up casually with girls he knew he'd never see again, he had no problem letting that out, but with a girl that he actually liked? Not a chance. And with Y/N? Well, there was just no way. He had never been in love with any of the girls he'd dated, but he was sure the beautiful dark-haired YouTuber was the love of his life. The I Love You's flowed easily from both their mouths, and deep down, he knew that he would marry Y/N some day. As much as he wanted to keep that dominant side away from her was as much as she desperately found herself wanting to know what else was behind his sweethearted exterior.
If there was one thing Y/N loved, it was lingerie. The girl loved fashion and made it her career, and that extended to the bedroom. She always felt that sex was more exciting when you looked the part, and she always made an effort to dress herself in matching lacey sets that accentuated her perfect 5 foot 6 inch figure. Andrew loved it, mesmerized by her flawless skin and perfect body, and he felt flattered and adored that she took so much time and effort to make their sex sessions special. No matter how many times they did it, she always treated it like an event, and she always told Andrew that it was good to have something pretty to take off.
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