oh you know, just randomly thinking about this mirror pic lately 😩
Your cheek was pressed into the mattress, both of you sweating, your breath coming out in short, helpless gasps. He had you pinned just how he liked it—back arched, ass high, and face turned toward the massive mirror across the room. His hand was firm on the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he watched his hips drive in and out of you, getting a glace of his cock, slick with your arousal.
“Eyes open,” he grunted, his voice rough and deep, “I want you to see what I see.”
But your eyes were already pinched shut, your jaw clenching as the pressure built, the sound of hips slapping against your skin. Your flushed face, the way your body jolted forward with every hard thrust, the way his muscled frame looked behind you, sweat slick on his chest, jaw clenched in focus.
“Shit, baby,” he growled, keeping his pace steady and giving your ass a sharp smack. “Look at that… takin’ all of me. So fuckin’ pretty.”
"Can't open your eyes, huh?" He said laughing, taunting you.
"R-ray, you're gonna make me come," You cried out, your voice cracking as your thighs began to feel weak with the pressure building inside of you, feeling unbearable. You tried to pull away, it was too much, too deep, too perfect- and that pissed Rafe off.
"Nah, you trying to run now, pretty girl? I'm tryin' to take care of my girl," he said gripping your waist, pulling you back to keep you right where he wanted you. His hand came down to grip your chin, pulling your body up against his chest and forcing you to look in the mirror.
You tried to brace yourself, a small moan slipping out as you watched him fucking you from behind as his other arm wrapped around your waist. Your legs feeling weaker at the new angle causing you to gasp. His hand refused to leave the spot on your chin, forcing you to watch the filthy scene in the mirror.
"R-rafe.." You mumbled out, feeling the orgasm getting closer, the moans continuing to spill out. You could see it all, the mess he had made of you, the way your body shook with every thrust.
"You're a fucking mess," He said, his lips against your ear, "You see that?" He asked you, the grip on your chin tightening as he felt you flutter against him, "That's me takin' care of you, watch yourself take that dick, baby."
Drew stands in front of the mirror with his razor in his hand. The shaving cream slides off as the blades cut through the tiny strands of hair. He places the head of the razor into the water to shake off the puffy white foam. He thinks nothing of the footsteps approaching the bathroom, thinking his wife is just coming to get something. Maybe she is getting the dirty laundry from the hamper. “What are you doing, Daddy?” a tiny voice calls out. The razor lowers from his face and he looks over to see Tristan. The boy’s shirt is slightly big and stained with red blotches from breakfast. His hair is brushed downwards by his mother. His eyes are wide with curiosity. Drew sets the shaving tool down on the counter, “I’m shaving, Tris.” “Why?” the inquisitive boy asks.
“It’s what daddies do to get rid of their beards.”
“Can you teach me to shave, Daddy? Please.”
Drew smiles at his son and nods. He picks up his son, placing him on the counter beside the sink. He holds up the can of shaving cream and a razor, “This is a razor. It has little knives at the top to cut the hair. This is shaving cream. It helps stop the small knives from cutting your skin. I’m going to put some cream on your face, but I’m not giving you a razor. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Okay?” The young dirty blond nods. Drew looks around the room to see what they can use as a fake razor. His eyes land on Y/N’s jade roller and goes to get it. Once he hands it to his son, he squirts some foam into his hand and gives his son a little beard. He points to the little boy’s reflection in the mirror, causing Tristan to giggle at the sight. “I look like you now, Daddy!” he exclaims. Drew’s head bobs, “You do and a little like Santa.” The father turns toward the mirror again. He brings the razor back to his face, “Daddy is going to start at the top of the foam and slowly go down. Now, you try with your razor.” Drew watches as Tristan sets the roller on his face and rolls it down to his chin, bringing the white puff with it. “Like that Daddy?” Tristan seeks approval. “Yep and then you wash the razor off in the water and do it again,” he explains, demonstrating what he said.
The boys repeat the task until all the bubbly substance is off their faces. Drew pats a little aftershave on the boy’s cheeks and chuckles at the look of satisfaction on his face. “Let’s go show, Mommy,” Drew suggests. He picks his son up and carries him to the living room where Y/N and Millie are watching TV. “Look, Mommy. I shaved,” Tristan cries for attention. “Wow, you look amazing. I have to say, your moustache was driving me crazy,” she jokes. Millie examines both their faces and untangles herself from he mother’s hold to run to her father. “I want to shave too!” she informs, reaching her arms up to be picked up. He takes her into his arms with her brother, “Of course, you can learn. To the bathroom.” He turns to head back to the bathroom with both of his children. A grin crosses his face when he hears his wife’s footsteps follow. “Don’t leave Mommy behind.”
-`✮ | 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘆 ⤷𝘤𝘸: 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2𝘹 once to the vagina 👀), 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨,
drew nearly drops his toothbrush as you step out of the shower. your soft glowy skin dripping with warm water. "morning baby! didn't notice you were in here." you don't seem to notice the effect your stunning body has on your boyfriend as you wrap a plush white towel around you.
"c'mere." drew quickly finishes brushing his teeth and traps you between him and the bathroom sink. "what's up, drew?" you tilt your head up to look at him. "you're just so pretty, honey." he kisses you soft, trailing kisses down your vanilla scented skin.
you giggle as he unwraps your towel, slowly kissing your tits. "i don't have a lot of energy right now baby." you run your hand over his buzzed hair. "i know baby. you've been working so hard lately. can I just make you feel good?"
once you nod, he gets on his knees in front of you, throwing your towel to the side. he looks lovingly at your recently shaved cunt, all pink and wet for him. his thumb slowly circling your clit. he slips three fingers into your mouth as he gently licks up and down your pussy.
your eyes get cloudy as you begin to choke on his fingers, moaning softly. just as you begin to enjoy the feeling, drew pulls his fingers out. just as your about to wine about it, he slaps your gummy hole, drawing a sweet whimper from you.
his fingers bury themselves into you as he eats your cunt like it's his last meal. he pumps his fingers into you, making a disgustingly lewd noise. he pushes his face into you, lapping at your clit. you throw your head back, the sensation so pleasing you can't even moan. all you can do is gasp and whimper.
"fuck drew!" you push his head deeper into you, grinding against his mouth. he slaps your ass, kneading the supple flesh. he replaced his fingers with his tongue, moving his hand to your ass.
you feel your orgasm approaching quickly as he shoved his tongue deeper into you. your eyes roll back as you come undone on his tongue.
you look down, gasping for air. the lower part of his face is covered in your slick. you smile and say "thank you, baby."
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