#grell

you didn’t answer.

you just locked the door.

and grell—oh, she bit her lip.

the sound of your footsteps was enough to make her squirm. corset tight. makeup flawless. those legs in sheer thigh-highs, already parting just slightly. all of it screamed look at me. come ruin me.

“don’t act mysterious now,” she said, voice deepening. “i know you wanna fuck me.”

you shoved her down against the desk before she could keep talking. her back hit the wood. her legs opened instantly.

perfect.

“ahh~ is this how you want me, darling? are you gonna punish me?”

your hand slid up her thigh—rough, firm. and grell arched. “ooh, so aggressive… so delicious…” ♡

“shut up,” you growled, pushing two fingers past her lips. she sucked on them. like a bitch in heat. like she wanted to be used. eyes lidded. lashes fluttering. tongue curling around you like she’d been waiting for this all week.

“mmhh…~ i love when you’re mean…”

you hiked up her skirt—no patience. no asking. she shivered at the exposure.

“you’re gonna stay quiet,” you said, hand closing around her throat, “and let me use you.”

“oh my god, yes—use your little red slut~!”

and so you did. you yanked her hair. lifted her legs. and fucked her hard. deep. no warm-up, no warning, no mercy. grell screamed, and then every sound turned to breathless, high-pitched moans.

lipstick? ruined. stockings? torn. nails? digging into the wood. and grell? only saying:

“more! harder! treat me like the whore i am~!” ♡

your hips slapped against her ass, rhythm hard and steady.

clap—clap—clap.

and grell—your filthy, dramatic, perfect slut—was past the point of control. no more witty remarks. no more teasing. just gasps. sobs. moans high and broken.

“ahhh—! fuck, fuck—nghh, harder! please don’t stop~!”

your hand stayed tight around her throat, not too hard, just enough to make her tremble. to remind her that she wasn’t in charge anymore.

“you like being fucked like this, don’t you?” you whispered, voice low against her ear. “no softness. no patience. just me—using you.”

“yes!” she cried, voice cracked, hips trembling. “i love it! use me, use my body, please—”

you bit her neck. marked her. and she moaned louder.

the whole office could’ve heard her, if the door weren’t locked and the blinds weren’t drawn.

your free hand slid down her stomach. slow. down to where she was leaking onto the desk.

you hadn’t even touched her there yet. she was already soaked.

“gonna cum without permission?” you asked, grinning against her flushed skin.

grell whimpered. legs shaking.

“n-no… not unless you—unless you let me—”

you shoved her back. one deep thrust.

and wrapped a black tie around her mouth.

“then stay quiet,” you growled. “and beg with your eyes.”

she obeyed.

eyes wide. wet. trembling.

every part of her body begging for it.

and you gave it to her.

harder. deeper. crueler.

until all she could do was sob and scream around the tie, hands gripping the desk like she’d fall apart without it.