#sub 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.

-

The demon was on his back, tied up with chains, leaving him exposed. You’d removed his clothes as well and a blindfold adorning him. He had to awkwardly bite around the gag you had forced into his mouth.

You positioned yourself between his legs, leaning down to blow a puff of hot air onto his shaft. To your amusement it twitched excitedly, getting to half mass before your attention was diverted. A knock on the door has you sit up, watching as Sebastian tried to close his legs but couldn’t.

Another knock. “Biscuit? Are you ready?” You hum in response, you didn’t expect him to hear you but the door opens to your amusement. Undertaker was the first to enter, no hesitation to walk right up to you and Sebastian. “Oooh! Is this the gift you prepared for us? It looks exquisite!”

Sebastian growled, tugging at the restraints that left him so vulnerable. You ordered him not to break then, he’s at your mercy now…

Well more accurately, he’s at your mercy and the grim reapers.

Grell waltzed in, hurrying up to Sebastian’s side. She clearly peers at his twitching manhood before she flashes you a grin. “Do you mind if I take this for a bit? Just long enough to get a joy ride?” You nodded and watched her fondle Sebastian, though judging by how he was flinching, she was being a little rough.

You catch Grell flashing a toothy grin before she’s swallowing down his cock. Sebastian let’s out a muffled moan, it turned to a whine and with a glance you can see Grell swallow down his cock.

You slip out from your position and look to the door. “You two coming in or did you get cold feet?” Ronald waltz in with a slight smile, glancing to the little scene before him. “William?”

You stepped out of the room and see William. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him into the room. When you glance back, you see Sebastian’s gag had been removed, Ronald had shoved his cock in place. Grell had shoved herself into Sebastian.

Undertaker was riding Sebastian, none of them were even trying to match pace with each other. You heard the obscene noise coming from Sebastian as he choked on Ronald’s cock, whimpers and moans attempting to escape him.

“Grell, don’t…finish…inside him, ok, I don’t want your sloppy seconds….” William hissed out. Grell groaned in response, ignoring him in favor of bucking into Sebastian faster. Sebastian makes a muffled yelping sound earning a moan from Ronald.

“Do that again!” Ronald purred out, looking over to Grell. She purred back and adjusted her hips to piston into Sebastian, you hear a guttural cry escape Sebastian as she hits what’s undoubtedly the demons sweet spot.

You seat yourself beside Sebastian, leaning down to tease his nipples, flicking them lightly. William joins you on the opposite side of Sebastian, you both work in tandem to tease up and down Sebastian’s body. Undertaker hisses and freezes above Sebastian. “A-ah, he’s-he is certainly having a good time!” With a few more bounces, you understand what he means, given how Sebastian tries to tremble away, and there’s cum dripping from where he and Undertaker’s bodies met.

A heavy groan escapes Ron and with a few more thrust, he’s shoved his cock as far down Sebastian’s throat as he could. He holds himself there, trapping Sebastian there as well. After a few gasp, Ronald pulls back and to your amusement, some of his cum and Sebastian’s saliva spill onto his face.

Ronald steps away, tucking himself back into his pants and steps aside, seating himself to face the bed. William glances between you and Sebastian. You gesture for him to go ahead, you weren’t in the mood to be eaten out tonight.

William hesitantly took Ronald’s place and given Sebastian was panting, there was no resistance. A whine escaped the demon as he bucked up, earning a gasp from Undertaker. You tense up feeling something hot and wet land on the side of your face (and some in your hair) on instinct you tense and close your eyes.

You instantly feel what you know is Undertaker licking the substance off your face. Once your sure you won’t get any in your eyes, you get a bit of what’s left in your hand and open your eyes. You laugh a bit, knowing Undertaker had accidentally ‘finished’ on your face.

-

grell sutcliff waited. leaning against the moss-covered wall, her red coat unbuttoned to reveal a nearly transparent silk blouse clinging to her damp skin. her scarlet hair, wet and gleaming like fresh blood, tumbled in messy waves over her back and shoulders. her lips were painted a deeper red, and her eyes, lined in black, scanned the mist with barely restrained hunger.

and then, you appear.

your boots strike with purpose, slicing through the murmur of the rain. no words are needed. grell recognizes you instantly. she straightens, like a feline sensing the right predator. her smile is both shameless and reverent.

"i knew you'd come..." she whispers, voice syrupy and husky. her body vibrates with anticipation, thighs clenched, heart pounding. she steps toward you, lowering her gaze in a spontaneous gesture of submission, though every fiber of her body screams theatricality.

you take her chin between gloved fingers. raise it firmly. her green eyes, blazing, meet yours. she knows there is no mercy there. only judgment.

"you’ve been playing, grell. i warned you not to."

she moans—not in pain, but from pure hunger. "i know... i’m sorry... but it’s so delicious to push your limits..."

you turn away. walk to the building’s back door and open it. you don’t look back. no need. her heels follow you obediently.

the room is modest. dark carpet. an oil lamp casting dancing shadows. a chair in front of a mirror, a black lace screen, and a bed draped in burgundy velvet sheets.

you close the door with a definitive click.

"undress."

the word drops like a seal.

grell doesn’t hesitate. her fingers tremble as she unbuttons the soaked blouse. each button a silent act of obedience. it falls wet and gleaming to the floor. then the corset. the straps. the skirt. until she stands in only black stockings and lace garters. her pale skin stark against it all.

you sit in the chair. watching. taking your time. because that’s what grell needs. not promises. not tenderness.

direction.

"kneel."

she gasps. her body moves before her mind. knees hit the carpet, stockings stretching. her hair cascades like a crimson curtain over an altar of profane devotion.

"i’m not an easy lady... but for you... i kneel."

the phrase is a whisper, soaked in adoration and lust, spoken like a blasphemous prayer.

your fingers touch her face. then tangle in her hair. you pull hard enough to make her lift her chin and look up at you. that expression. that complete surrender that lives only for you.

"then show me."

grell obeys. her hands, delicate, rest on your thighs. she slowly unbuckles your belt, your pants, freeing you. her breath trembles as she feels the heat of your hardened cock against her face. she opens her lips with wicked devotion, taking you in without hesitation, letting out a muffled moan that vibrates from deep in her throat.

she swallows every inch like a punishment-starved creature, lips red and stretched, wet and gleaming with spilled saliva. her cheeks flush, mascara smudged. she looks up at you as her mouth works desperately to please. every thrust from you earns a choked moan from her.

"swallow, precious slut. i don’t want a single drop outside your mouth."

she moans around your cock, obedient, as you hold her head and set the rhythm—hard, unrelenting. her throat opens without resistance. she gags, but doesn’t stop. she wants it. craves it. offers herself with tears streaking her cheeks, moaning as if her only joy is being used by you until the end.

when you decide she’s done, you pull back with a growl. she gasps for air, makeup smeared, chest trembling. she licks her stained lips like a proud whore who’s served well.

"please... give me more..." she pants. "i want to feel you... inside."

you shove her onto the bed. she falls back, legs open, trembling. you position over her, thrusting in without warning. grell screams, arching. you fill her completely.

you take her without mercy. your hips crash into her flesh with brutal rhythm. the sound of skin on skin fills the room. she screams, moans, begs incoherently. you only grunt, mark her neck, bite her shoulder as you claim her.

"this what you wanted, whore? to be fucked like an obedient slut?"

"yes! yes, please, don’t stop!"

her nails claw your back. her body shakes beneath you, soaked, burning, utterly submissive. you give her more. deeper. harder. until she unravels, screaming your name with an orgasm that shatters her.

and you don’t stop.

because you’re not done showing her what it means to be yours.

grell had barely caught her breath when you grabbed her hair, roughly, forcing her to roll over onto her stomach across sheets soaked in sweat and desire. her body still trembled with the spasms of her previous orgasm, but you gave her no mercy.

"who said you were done?"

she gasped, voice ragged, broken by excitement. "no one... i’m still yours."

you spread her legs with your knee, holding her wrists behind her back with one hand. your other hand traced slowly down her spine, claiming territory, until it reached the curve of her ass.

"tonight you won’t be worshipped, grell. tonight you’ll be used. like the filthy whore you are for me."

a harsh smack to her ass made her scream, not in pain, but in craving. another. and another. until her skin flushed red and quivered under your fingers. each strike was an unspoken sentence. each gasp, a barely held plea.

"count."

"one... ah... two... three..."

her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop counting until you chose to. then, without letting go of her wrists, you took her again, from behind. your body slammed into hers with a brutal, deep thrust. she screamed your name like it was all she had left.

"look at you... dripping wet... you fucking love being fucked like a submissive bitch, don’t you?"

"yes, yes, yes, fuck! i’m yours!~"

your rhythm turned savage, almost feral. each thrust shoved her into the bed, her moans became screams, her body wholly surrendered to your will. the room reeked of sex, sweat, burning skin. of you. of her. of shared sin.

you released her just long enough to flip her again and drag her to the edge of the bed. one hand wrapped around her throat as you slammed back into her. your eyes locked on hers, burning with power, with hunger. her mouth hung open, moaning your name like a forbidden prayer.

"who are you, grell? say it."

"i’m yours... only yours... your slut, your toy, whatever you want..."

"that’s right."

when you came inside her again, you did it mercilessly, filling her with every drop, forcing her to hold your gaze. there was no tenderness. only domination.

"just a little bit, love. yeah?" grell was sitting on your lap as she begged you to play with her and her body.

she asked you to spank her ass repeatedly while you took it upon yourself to control the number of times she could come.

you nodded unable to resist grell's advances. she was wearing a cute short white shirt with a too-short red plaid skirt. no underwear at all, which made everything more difficult. she was so beautiful <;33

with a little cry of congratulations she lay flat on your lap and with a smooth motion she hiked up her skirt until her pale ass was exposed.

she smiled excitedly and winked at you.

without thinking too much you slapped your palm on her skin, seeing how it bounced off the blow and turned her flesh reddish.

"aaahg!" gave a grell, too loud and sensual little scream. "more, more, love." she moaned, wiggling her legs desperately.

smack smack smack smack, over and over again. you pounded on her trunk, feeling her skin get redder and redder. your palms tingled from the insistent pounding.

you were stroking her buttocks, shamelessly squeezing and caressing her smooth skin. it was so addictive. "god, your ass is so pretty, grell." you said without taking your eyes off her ass.

you inserted a finger without a second thought into her entrance, watching her open up for you, taking your finger so well, you added one and two and three fingers.

as you fucked her ass grell was a bunch of whimpers and compliments to your long, well-trained fingers.

"ahahag, you always do this, so- so well."

you felt the need to do a thousand things with grell's ass. you really couldn't control yourself when you saw her round, firm ass.

"love, stand over here. and lift your nice ass up for me." you commented as you indicated to grell where to stand.

as grell did so you kept grabbing her ass and slapping her pale skin. you couldn't go a second without touching it.

when you had grell doing what you wanted without warning you went up to her ass and bit one of her ass cheeks.

grell screamed and looked at you with a pout. "you'll leave marks on me."

"i don't care, only i will see this." you said with your face pressed against her ass. you smiled and before grell could say anything else to you. you took both buttocks and spread them open with your hands and used your tongue to lick her dilated entrance.

"AHHG HAAA!" grell screamed excitedly at the intrusion of your tongue in her desperate ass.

while you were sucking and licking her ass, you took her member and began to stimulate it. you were tasting her entrance, penetrating her hot entrance with your tongue. while in your hand you were milking her cock.

grell was holding on to the couch, with her hands on the wall and her face in the cushions, breathing hard and whimpering like a cat in heat.

"mhmh, yes, more, yes aaah (name)"

she could only scream at you to keep fucking her with your tongue. her back arched in pleasure as her beloved orgasm peeked through. only to be snatched away by you as you stopped touching her.

ruining her orgasm. making grell start screaming and moaning in pain. by this point you had already ruined her climax three times. grell cried out in pain but when you wanted to stop eating her, she would grab your face and press it to her ass.

"no, no" she would gasp. "keep eating my ass, you know I need this, too much." she would say exaggeratedly biting her lips and making a sad face.

“Does this really look good?” You murmured out, eyeing the outfit Grell had ‘bought’ for you. “I mean…it’s quite revealing, don’t you think?” Grell quickly shook her head, holding her camera up to once again take pictures of you.

“You look phenomenal Darling!!” Grell was practically jumping around you to get pictures from as many angles as possible. “You are doing so well, please pose for me?” You tilted your head at her, asking what pose she wanted. “Oh, oh!! Come here I have an idea!!”

Before you knew it, she had you standing over her, one foot on her chest, she had her camera pointed up at you to get a first person view from the camera. “Grell, you could have just told me you wanted to take such photos.” You adjusted your lingerie and used your foot to push her onto her back.

She purred, squirming under you, you pretended to not notice the tent forming in between her legs. “Well what would the fun be in just asking for it? If you want me to beg, I’m more than willing though!”

A grin spread across your face, since no one but you two would see these photos, why not take some for yourself too?

“Let’s take turns, m’kay?” Grell nodded with a grin from ear to ear. You step over her reaching to grab her camera before she stops you quickly.

“Wait! Stay still!” You freeze only to hear the click of her camera. She quickly grabs the photo, a clear blush spreading across her face as her grin widens. “Yesss! What a perfect photo!” You look at the phot out of curiosity.

It’s a picture of your breast, that’s it.

-

Grelle knelt before you, only adorning a collar (to which you held the leash attached to it) and a muzzle, her eyes shining brightly in the dim lights. “Don’t whine so much, Darling. I’m giving attention, aren’t I?”

Grell flattened her ears and with a playful growl she buried her head in your lap. “Pweease…” You barely hear here attempt to say. You huff, ignoring her. You nudged her head out of your lap, giving her a quizzical look, pretending not to understand what she want. “I wanna cum!” She whined out. “No more teeeasing~ C’mon, please? Please can I cum?”

You shake your head. “No, you need to be patient. You’re not allowed to cum before me.” She quickly shoved her head back between your legs, dragging her tongue over your clit, or as much as she could with the muzzle on. “Goood Girl, keep it up and you’ll get to cum soon.” You unlock her muzzle, tossing it to the side.

Grell’s eyes lit up at that, she quickly changes her rhythm to near frantic. She’s drooling so much, you’re not sure how much of the fluids on you were your own or hers. You press her head down, raising your hips to place more pressure on your clit.

Despite how sloppy she was, she was able to bring you to an orgasm after a bit. Though she certainly didn’t do her best work, she’s clearly excited for her ‘reward’. You can feel her rutting her cock against your leg.

“Now?” She whimpered out. “Can I come now? I-I did what I was told so I can cum, right?” You huff, frustrated that she wasn’t giving a moment to catch your breath.

“Fine.” You groan out. Grell grabs your hand, quickly attempting to wrap your hand around her shaft. It must have been rough, though she didn’t seem to care as she kept bucking into your hand.