a/n: NSFW for you horny freaks!! this has been in my drafts for months. have I posted this before? who knows, tbh.
𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬
Emily starts behind you — hands on your hips, lips at your neck, smirking as she makes you hold eye contact with your reflection.
“Look at you. Look how good you look taking it.”
She loves the visual: your lashes fluttering, mouth open, back arching. She’ll keep you there until you’re whining, legs shaking, begging to look away — and she won’t let you.
“I want you to see what I see when I ruin you.”
𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮
Soft dominance. Gentle grip on your waist, forehead kisses between thrusts, but don’t mistake that sweetness — she lives for the image of you crying out her name in the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful like this, baby.”
She’ll whisper encouragement in your ear, keep you grounded while your body rocks against hers, every movement mirrored perfectly.
She catches your eye and just says, “Let go. I’ve got you.”
𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲
Pure control. She stands behind you, one arm wrapped around your torso, the other between your thighs, and you’re not allowed to look anywhere but the mirror.
“Don’t look down. Watch me take you apart.”
Her voice is dark and velvety in your ear.
“Look how desperate you are. So fucking wet for me.”
She gets off on watching your reactions — on seeing your thighs tremble, your hands claw at the vanity, your eyes glaze over as she takes you again and again.
𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚
At first she’s shy about it — “Wait, you want me to watch?”
But when she sees how pretty you look in the mirror, all flushed and needy and grinding against her?
“Oh… oh, I like this.”
It turns her on so much to see the visual proof of how wrecked she’s making you — your lipstick smeared, body quaking, practically whining her name.
“God, look at us. We’re so hot.”
𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬
Tara is the queen of mirror play. She’ll sit you on her lap in front of the mirror, strap buried deep, and hold you there with one arm around your waist and the other hand on your throat.
“Eyes on me.”
She rocks into you slowly, making sure you feel everything.
She talks you through it, low and teasing:
“Look how good you take it. Look how messy you get for me. That’s mine.”
You’ll be shaking before she even lets you move.
𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞
Clinical. Studied. Reverent. She positions you just right in front of the mirror — one leg hiked up, back arched — and she talks you through every slow thrust, every brush of her fingers.
“See that? That’s what you look like when I touch you right here.”
She wants you to learn the image of yourself undone for her — memorize it.
“You’re stunning when you’re this needy. Don’t look away.”
𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧
Casual at first — playful even. She’ll press you against the mirror, kiss your shoulder, start slow.
But then she catches your expression — dazed, breathy, falling apart — and her whole demeanor changes.
“Oh. That’s what I do to you?”
Kate becomes obsessed with seeing you like that — flushed, eyes wide, body twitching as she ruts into you from behind.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so sexy like this. Don’t blink, I want you to see everything.”
