#grell

grell sutcliff — kuroshitsuji

cw: sub grell, dom male reader, desk sex, teasing, rough sex, verbal humiliation, begging, deep thrusts, slight choking, slutty behavior

a/n: well i was looking in my inbox and i found this at the bottom and i was literally looking for some grell to write sooo…. setting: the reaper office, late evening. everyone else is gone. grell stays behind to provoke you. you lock the door. she spreads her legs. the rest is inevitable.

oh~! are you here to scold me, mon chéri?” grell sat right on the edge of the desk, lips red, legs crossed, voice purring. “or are you finally going to do what you’ve been dying to?”

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tending to his tremendously lengthy tresses is one of your favorite pastimes. meticulously, your fingers lather the shampoo into his long hair — care evident in your actions. you mutter a "is this alright?" when he grunts a little; he cant help but admire how careful you treat him. as if he was made of glass and a fragile thing to be taken care of.

realistically, he had the world at his hands. yet here he was: in a tub of warm water with sakura petals floating about and careful hands in his hair, tending to it as if tending to a delicate flower. he was anything but delicate, but you could care less.

fingernails softly raked the surface of his scalp, a sigh of relaxation uttering from his lips at the touch. he couldn't say he was used to the care you were administering to him currently — yet it was not unwelcome. in fact, it was long overdue.

he found himself thanking your stubbornness to do this.

as the water spilled from the transparent cup to rinse the shampoo from his hair, you spoke soft words; telling him to close his eyes since you didnt want the chemicals to irritate his vision. yet again, you cared for him, treating him as if he was a child.

"what's so funny?" you asked of him, a slight smile on your lips as you poured some of the conditioner into your hands. the liquid dispersed in between the both of your hands before you took his hair in your hands and threaded your fingers through it. you were mesmerized in the simple act of washing his hair for it.

he had so much of it and since you'd never done it for him before, you grew curious as to what it would be like. to your happiness, he accepted your offer (after you begged relentlessly just hours before). he could never say no to you, not truly anyway.

thus, here he was.

the brush went through his hair with ease, safe for a few knots. you realized from experience that the brush was harsh on knots so you took those into your iwn hands and untangled them manually so as to not hurt him. frankly, it amazed him how much you were enjoying this.

of course, he took great of his hair before this. but you somehow blew his own hair-care routine out of the water. "nothing, i just.. why did you beg me to do this? it's a little tedious for you, is it not?" genuinely, he wanted to know your reasoning. this was such an intimate moment, not the same intimacy he's had with you before; it was a different kind of intimacy.

".. i wanted to take care of you." the words were spoken so easily, but the impact they had on him was enough to cause his eyes to widen. it wasn't strange coming from you, but rather.. the ease in which you said felt otherworldly. he wasn't used to this passionate attention.

and while he may never get used to it.. he'll enjoy it while he has you, because despite all the things he can give to you, you still feel a need to give back.

that heart of yours always proved to be too big to fit in you which is why he vowed then to protect it with everything he has.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . m.list