✧ dom!matt, bigdick!matt, size kink, mirror sex, degradation, rough, watching, unprotected, creampie
✧ authors note: hey people…i dont feel very good abt this one but i need to post… (i also need to build a bigger taglist so comment if you want to be tagged)
"look," matt commands, gripping your chin, forcing your eyes to the mirror. "look at how fucking stretched you are around me."
he's got you bent over the bathroom counter, one hand pinning your wrists, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. the mirror is fogged slightly from the shower you'd left running, but you can still see where he's inside you, where your pussy is gripping him, flushed and swollen, taking him deep.
"so fucking tight," he breathes, rolling his hips, grinding deep, watching your face in the reflection. "see that? see how you have to open up for me? how you struggle to take it?"
you whine, nodding, tears streaming welling in your eyes.
"good girl," he praises, snapping his hips forward, making you gasp, making you press against the counter. "taking me so well. so pretty when you sound like this."
he slows down drawing out almost to the tip, before sinking back in, inch by inch, making you feel every vein, every ridge.
"watch," he orders, when your eyes flutter shut. "wanna see your face when i bottom out. wanna see how fucked out you look."
you obey, desperate, needy, and watch in the mirror as he pushes deeper, deeper, until you can feel him in your fucking stomach, and your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back.
"that's it," he murmurs, reaching around, finding your clit with rough fingers. "look at you. stuffed full of me. can barely think, can you?"
"no—" you whimper, and he laughs.
"good." he speeds up, pounding into you now, the counter edge digging into your hips, the mirror shaking with every thrust.
"taking my big dick like you were made for it. like this little pussy was built just for me."
"please," you beg, nails raking down his back, "please, can't, can't take more"
"yes you can," he snarls, fucking you harder, chasing his own release.
"cum on my cock and i'll fill you up. want that? want me to cum deep inside you? you want my babies don't you...look so pretty full of my babies..."
you can't form words anymore, just gasps, whines, the occasional desperate "yes" when he hits that spot that makes your vision blur.
the sound of skin on skin is obscene, wet, slick, the slap of his hips against you, your broken moans, his ragged breathing. he's relentless, fucking you like he wants you to feel him for days.
"gonna cum?" he asks, watching your face in the mirror, your mouth fall open.
"beg," he snarls, gripping your hair, pulling your head up, arching your back. "beg me to let you cum. beg me to fill you up."
"please, matt. please let me cum. please cum inside me—"
he groans, losing rhythm, and then he's grinding deep, hot, pulsing, spilling into you with a ragged moan that echoes off the bathroom tiles. you follow, clenching around him so hard he whimpers, sensitive.
he doesn't pull out. stays buried, throbbing, watching in the mirror as his cum spills out around him.
"good girl," he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. soft now, satisfied.
