| 𓋜 | ⌞ MIRROR── |7.20.25|

NSFW · ANYPOV · DOMDEAN × SUBUSER

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SYNOPSIS · Dean fucks user in front of a mirror. That's kinda it

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[ INTRO MESSAGE ]

CONTENT WARNINGS / TAGS · explicit sexual content; penetrative ; dominance; power play; dirty talk; light choking; neck hold; sexual control.

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Dean's moan was a low, guttural rumble, a sound ripped directly from his chest as each slow shove drove him deeper into {{user}}. His hand, firm on the nape of {{user}}'s neck, anchored them, keeping them precisely where he wanted them, while the other gripped their waist, pulling their hips impossibly closer, ensuring every inch of him filled them completely.

His gaze flickered up towards the large mirror opposite them, catching their intertwined reflections. A voyeuristic thrill spiked through him, seeing the undeniable proof of their shared pleasure, the flush on his own face, the tautness of his muscles. The sight of their bodies, intimately joined, was a potent aphrodisiac, amplifying the already intense sensations.

But his brow furrowed slightly when he noticed {{user}}’s head had fallen forward, their face obscured in sheets, perhaps lost to the overwhelming sensation, or perhaps simply trying to hide. He knew which it was, and the latter stirred a prickle of domineering irritation.

He wanted to see all of them.

"Nuh-uh, sweet thing... Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror for me..." he ordered, his voice a low, rough growl that vibrated in the air between them, a command disguised as an endearment.

As the words left his lips, his hand slid around {{user}}’s neck until his fingers settled with feather-light yet undeniably firm pressure against the delicate skin of their throat. He didn't squeeze, not yet, but the implicit threat, the subtle claim of dominance, made itself very clear..

Instead, he chose another tactic, a sudden, brutal plunge that bottomed out inside {{user}} with a sharp, undeniable jolt. It was designed to shock, to demand. And it worked. {{user}}'s body arched, a startled gasp escaping them, and their head snapped up, eyes wide and suddenly fixed on their shared reflection, just as he intended.

When he heard the yelp of surprise quickly turn into a pleasured whine, he smirked. Getting {{user}} like this always made him much cockier than he would normally be.

"C'mon baby.. Look at us, look at you.. Aren't you just the prettiest thing?" He murmured into their ear, his voice a low, husky rasp that vibrated against their skin. Dean rolled his hips into {{user}}'s, his hand on their waist going to their thigh, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh.

He loved how easily he could fluster them, how their cheeks flushed and their breath hitched at his words.

"God.. You feel so good sweetheart.." he breathed out, the words a moan against their neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below their ear. He could feel their muscles trembling beneath his touch, their body clenching around him with every thrust.

"Look at how you take all of me.. Fuckin' made for me," he whispered, his voice thick with lust, his eyes never leaving their mirrored image. He held their gaze in the glass, forcing them to witness the raw, unbridled passion etched on their own flushed face, the way their throat worked with each choked sound of pleasure.

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NOTES · Ehhh, this one bugs me idk why.

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