Warnings: Mirror kink, praise, Hickey's, fingering, Female Reader
Request: Yes Daughter_of_Prime
Words: 582
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“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Silken fingers teased up your plush thighs and soft skin as Vil murmured into your ear, his other hand forcefully gripping your jaw to tilt your head to the mirror sitting in front of the both of you. You could see the reddening formation of hickeys he’d sucked into your porcelain skin.

“So beautiful.’’ he muttered again, like a love-drunken fool. His pale fingers tweaked your pebbling nipples, delicately plucking and twisting them to his heart's content as he mouthed over your collarbone again, tongue slipping past the bruised skin. “You’re dripping all over me.”

He groaned, spreading your legs open more to slide his fingers against your puffy clit, watching your arousal drool from your slit and wetten your inner thighs. Vil scoffed out a laugh at the garbled moan you let out, holding down your hip you lifted up against his tantalizing fingers. “You see this?”

He watched you lift your head to peek at yourself in the mirror, letting out a low moan when his long fingers curled, pushing into your cunt that eagerly throbbed and squeezed around his intruding fingers. “This is beautiful.” He said, in an eager whisper against your ear lobe.

He dragged his teeth against your neck again lowering his head to bury into your shoulder and leave more bites in his wake. Vil’s length was hard against your bare ass, staining through the thin material of his over priced boxers. It jumped at the sound of your low begs for more pleasure as he split you open on his fingers, exploring the dripping mess that was your pussy.

His spare hand gave a swift smack to your inner thigh, “Don’t move.” He muttered, before dragging his free hand up to cup one of your tits. Vil pushed a third finger into you, curling them into your spongy walls in an attempt to find your g-spot.

‘There we go.” He muttered, feeling you start to clamp down around his fingers. He poured against your throat at the sound of you stifled whiny moans of ecstasy. “Ahh Vil~!” You warned him of your upcoming orgasm, back arching and hips desperately rocking up in chase of your high.

“Come for me, Pretty girl.” He beckoned, going a come here motion with his fingers, dragging and swaying them against your g-spot until you were cumming around his fingers with loud moans and shaky legs. Vil pressed a pattern of kisses down your throat and collarbone, slowing down his pace as he drove you through your high.

Your body twitched as he pulled away, and he smoothed back the sweaty hair from your face, pressing soft kisses against your forehead. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He murmured, kneading the skin of your stomach and hips as you rested back against him, breathing coming out in soft pants.

“Come on,” He bribed, standing up with you in his arms, carrying him towards the bathroom bridal style. “Let's get you a bath, and then I can work out those tense muscles of yours when we get back to bed.”

“B-But what about you?” You asked in a hushed breathy whisper, feeling his hard length pressed up against your side. He chuckled, turning on the water to the bathtub and plugging the drain. He gently set you on the counter of the sink, dumping some bath salts into the water.

“Tonight is about you. I made that perfectly clear, didn't I?”