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Grelle loved to dress up. She loved the process of making herself beautiful. It made her feel more like a woman. She loved long, stiletto nails, red lipstick, red lingerie, spicy-sweet perfume.
And she loved getting ready for Sebastian, in innocent contexts or… otherwise. She’d fantasize about how he’d praise her while she shaved, about how he’d groan into her ear while she washed her hair, about how he’d worship her while she applied mascara.
Good grooming was very important to her.
And while Sebastian was a very hedonistic man, he’d be lying if he said he found her preening rather… unnecessary.
Grelle never really understood why Sebastian desired her most after a long day of overtime when she’d sweated her makeup off and her breath smelled like wine and cigarettes rather than after hours of beautification.
Why was Sebastian rutting into her like a beast, bent over a loveseat in his personal quarters, whispering desperate, filthy words into her ears after she’d just woken up? She was no sleeping beauty, and yet, Sebastian didn’t seem to mind.
“Nine hells,” he breathed out against her ear. One hand gripped her hip roughly, nails digging into her skin, the other stroking her cock like there was no tomorrow. “You’re absolutely exquisite.”
She wasn’t shaved. She hadn’t yet bathed. She had no lipstick on to smear and no mascara to run down her cheeks in ecstasy.
Grelle looked over her shoulder, huffing and panting and absolutely beet-red. Debauched. That was the best word to describe how she looked. Absolutely, sinfully debauched. “E-Exquisite…?”
Sebastian slowed his ministrations, the volume in the room quieting. Grelle’s keening cries and guttural moans turned into soft whimpers, so she could hear Sebastian panting against her neck. “Exquisite,” he repeated. “Do you not believe it? Or do I have to fuck some confidence into you?”
Grelle whimpered. She loved every little punishment he gave her. “F-Fuck it into me.”
Sebastian smirked. “Good, very good. Can you say that you’re beautiful for me?” he whispered in her ear.
”Wha-?” her protest was cut off by a sharp slap to her ass. Grelle whimpered in ecstasy. Sebastian rubbed and massaged where he smacked, spreading the bruising. It’d look beautiful.
”I said, tell me you’re beautiful,” he commanded, his voice dipping down into that lower register it always did when he meant business.
“I-I… I’m beautiful,” she whimpered out looking back over her shoulder again at Sebastian. There was devilish command in his eyes, sure, but above all was a deep adoration.
“Fuck- that’s right,” he breathed out, leaning forward and nipping at Grelle’s earlobe. “Say ‘I am feminine,’” he murmured against her ear.
“Sebastian, I-I’m not going to-” another sharp slap and whimper, followed by a massage to her tender flesh. “Maybe I won’t if it makes you spank me like this…” she teased, chewing on her bottom lip.
Sebastian huffed in annoyance. “I’m trying to help you, and you’re being a brat,” he growled, tugging at her hair and forcing her to maintain eye contact. “Maybe you’d rather be rewarded with my blows than punished. Say it or I’ll stop.”
That caught Grelle’s attention. “I-I’m feminine! I’m feminine…” she whimpered out.
Sebastian smirked. “Good.”
Smack!
“Now, say ‘I’m stunning.’”
“I’m… I’m stunning.”
Smack!
“Say ‘I’m divine.’”
“I-I’m divine.”
Smack!
“Say ‘I’m exquisite, just like this, bare and natural.”
“I’m… I-I’m exquisite, just l-like this, bare and natural.”
Smack!
“Very good. I think that’s enough for now.” Sebastian smirked, pulling out of his lover, both of them wincing in pleasure. He cradled her in his arms effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and lying her down with uncharacteristic gentleness. “I love you, you know that?”
Grelle shuddered, her hands sliding above her head instinctively and her thighs spreading. It was muscle memory at this point. Sebastian crawled on top of her and trailed devout kisses down her jaw and neck, between her pecs and down her toned stomach. He could taste the sweat on her skin, how animal she was, and it made him definitely ravenous. “You have absolutely no idea what you do to me, lover. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be your gentleman. And I’m happy when you’re all prettied up…” he murmured, stopping at the juncture of her thighs. The head of her cock tapped against his bottom lip.
“But seeing you animal and depraved makes me go feral.”
Grelle whined, turning away from Sebastian and hiding her blushing face in her hands. “It’s hard for me to be a femme fatale when you’re like this, darling,” she complained, peaking through her fingers at Sebastian. In the dim morning light, the green phosphorescence of her eyes shined with a hint of insecurity. “I don’t understand.”
The demon smiled softly, grabbing Grelle’s wrists and pulling them away from her face. “Don’t hide from me. You’re my woman, don’t forget that,” he said, positioning her hands so the cupped his face. He leaning into her touch, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Now, do you want me to fuck you like a beast in heat or would you prefer to wallow?”
She smiled slightly, her hands scratching behind his ears in that way she knew he loved. “What do you think?” she teased. Grelle’s skin was dappled in little lover marks. Hickeys and bite on her neck, bruises on her hips, scratches on her shoulders, a bright bloom of red on her ass.
“Your wish is my command, my dear,” he murmured. Sebastian hoisted her legs over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, where her garters would normally be. With a shudder, he buried himself in her heat to the hilt. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, eyebrows knit together in pleasure. Sebastian didn’t give Grelle a moment to adjust, immediately resuming his breakneck pace. He knew she liked it rough. He knew she could take it like a champ. He pinned her hands to the sheets, right beside her head. “Sweet mercy, look at you…”
Grelle let out a choked moan, her back arching off the mattress and her heart stuttering. It was overwhelming, but God, it felt good. Like a rollercoaster. Her red hair splayed out across the pillow like sinful halo, lean muscle tightening and relaxing with every thrust.
Sebastian panted, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He lavished her skin with attention, ranging from gentle kisses to love bites that would bruise for weeks. Gone was the prim and proper Phantomhive butler, and in his place was, well, a demon. An aggressively aroused demon. But behind the haze of desire was care. And vulnerability. He looked up from Grelle’s shoulder, his crimson eyes desperate. “You’re so beautiful.”
A kiss.
“So debased.”
A kiss.
“So utterly perfect.”
Tears pooled in Grelle’s eyes, leaving spots on the pillow beneath her. Luckily, they were tears of primal pleasure and gratitude. Her hips bucked shamelessly, seeking friction, guiding Sebastian to hit that sweet spot inside that made her a drooling, cock-drunk mess.
On most nights, Grelle would tease Sebastian mercilessly. She’d peel off her lingerie maddeningly slow, and make him beg to see more of her perfect skin. She’d cover him in lipstick marks, ride him slowly and sensually, or she’d sit back and let Sebastian worship her.
But, tonight wasn’t most nights. In fact, it wasn’t night at all! It was in the wee hours of the morning.
“Fuck! Feels- feel so—“ Grelle gasped out, drool rolling down her cheek and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Sebastian smiled devilishly, wiping away the drool and tears of tortuous pleasure.
“See? Not so ladylike anymore, are you?” Sebastian teased, the pace of his hips slamming into hers never ceasing for even a moment.
Grelle groaned. “Sh-Shut up…” she snapped. Although, her voice was less commanding and more… impudent. She could feel that coiling in the bottom of her stomach, the tightening of her abdominals that would certainly make her sore in a couple hours. Grelle’s legs squeezed around Sebastian, her eyes growing more needy and desperate. “Sebastian… I-I need…”
Sebastian’s eyes softened. “Say no more, darling.” He let go of one of Grelle’s hands and spit in his own, his grasp now focusing on her cock. It stroked feverishly, not with the precision and skill he normally carried. “You’re so perfect. I-I… I love you, Grelle.”
Sebastian released her other hand, and she cupped Sebastian’s face. Grelle pulled him into a sloppy kiss, their lips crashing together. It was all tongue and teeth and some kind of desperation that was more base than any poetic notions of devotion and adoration.
She pulled away with a gasp, her nails scrabbling against Sebastian’s back as he nailed her prostate dead on over and over again. “Oh f-fuck, I’m—!” That was all the warning she could give. Her cock spasmed in Sebastian’s iron grip, spilling her cum all over her stomach. Grelle’s hips twitched, her head falling back in a keening moan.
“Yes- yes, that’s it,” Sebastian encouraged, his voice breathless and needy. “Take it from me. Take your pleasure from me. You look gorgeous.” He continued thrusting inside her, gradually slowing down the movement of his hips and the touch of his hand until he felt she was satisfied and then some. He cupped Grelle’s face, his thumb tenderly brushing over her cheek. “In or out?”
Grelle panted, her hands falling from Sebastian’s back and down to her own chest. She took a moment to regain her bearings, closing her eyes. Her heartbeat was hammering like a war drum, her body still shivering with the after effects of her intense orgasm. In essence, she couldn’t afford to be any more stimulated. “O-Out.”
Sebastian nodded, slowly pulling out of his lover with a wince from the both of them. He gave his cock a few lazy strokes, and that was all he needed to release over her stomach with a soft moan.
He chuckled at the mess that was Grelle, wiping off her skin with the bedsheet. He slowly lowered her legs off his shoulders, pressing a kiss to her calf as compensation for the delicious soreness she felt. Sebastian lay on his side, pulling his lover into his chest. “Are you alright?” he murmured gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead and carding a hand through her hair.
“You were… a monster,” she answered with a breathless chuckle. “I loved it.” Grelle had never been treated so gently. She immediately melted into Sebastian’s arms, sweaty and lax and utterly spent. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she nuzzled into his chest. “But, yes… I’m alright.”
“If you love it so much, maybe someday I’ll have to show you what’s beyond this human disguise. But for now…” Sebastian smiled adoringly. “I’ll stay like this. You’re adorable. I’ll prepare a bath for us, and then I’ll change the sheets. You needn’t worry about-” he was in the process of standing up when Grelle suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.
“Stay.”
Sebastian raised his eyebrows but complied, holding her against his chest once more. “You’ve never been this clingy before,” he mentioned playfully.
Normally, Grelle would respond with some snappy comeback or sassy one-liner… but not this time. Instead, she just looked up at Sebastian. “I love you. Let’s stay like this for a little longer…”
Sebastian smiled. “I love you too. I’ll stay for as long as you want.”
“I’m beautiful?”
“You’re beautiful.”