Mirrored Lovers
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✩ Warnings: female! reader, mirror sex, talk of exhibitionism but no public sex, light dirty talk, maybe praise kink?? idk, established relationship ✩
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✩ A/N: day 6 of kinktober!! prompt: mirror sex! i chose jory b/c i'm a whore who wants more content for him. i'm gifting this fic to thera since she helped me out a ton with this fic (mostly helping me come up with ideas lol). ilysm <33 ✩
Jory had you propped up on his lap, your legs pulled up next to your ears, and your back leaned against his chest. You were sitting in front of the floor-length mirror, forced to watch as he bounced you on his cock. Jory, on the other hand, was seated on the floor and leaned against the bed frame. You were a complete mess from Jory’s actions, your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open. “Jory, Jory, oh my god—!”
His cock just missed your cervix every time he would bottom out. “M’not no God, darlin’,” he chuckled, “If you wanted a God, you shoulda gone to pray at the Godswood.” His arms hooked themselves under your knees to keep them upright, holding you in place. Hips pistoned against yours repeatedly, the breakneck pace absolutely brutal. “You like bein’ folded in half for me like this, darlin’?” A hand made its way to your jaw and squeezed it tight between his fingers. “Watchin’ yourself bein’ fucked stupid on my dick like some common whore.” Jory lathered your neck with wet kisses, desperate to make you so overwhelmed that you go stupid.
All you managed to do was nod in response, your face too squished to speak. Jory’s chin rested on your shoulder, joining you in a staring contest with the mirror. The muscles in the back of your thighs had a pleasurable soreness to them, proof of your activities. Mewls were the only thing that managed to pass your lips, but it only seemed to spur Jory on.
Somehow, his thrusts grew faster, now hitting your sweet spot dead on. His hand moved from your jaw to your neck. He didn’t choke you; it merely laid there like a necklace, almost like a warning. Jory traded one of your legs to instead thread his fingers through your hair. He fisted it tightly and yanked your head back, making you groan deeply. “Imagine what Lord Stark would think if he saw you now,” he teased with a wry smirk aimed at you through the mirror. Jory’s hair stuck against his forehead, damp from sweat. He mouthed at the crest of your ear, which made you shiver and whine. “Imagine, he walks in right now and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy on display in the mirror. All Lord Stark’ll see is you being fucked stupid by his right-hand man.”
“It’d be s’embarrassing! Don’t—Don’t want him to see me like this!” you lied, tears threatening to fall. Your cunt throbbed around him, giving you away whenever he’d mock you. “No one but you can see me like this!” Slick dripped down his shaft and pooled around his balls.
Jory continued to sneer at you. “Oh, so you’re telling me that your cunt doesn’t tighten up around me when I ask that?” He slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving. “You lying to me, sweetheart?” You shook your head no. “You sure?” Jory took his hand away from your neck, instead rubbing at your clit. Your legs twitched from the concentrated pleasure and your hips bucked against his hand, frantic to get more. But it only made Jory stop thrusting all together.
“P-Plea-Please! More—!”
“Ah ah ah, sweetheart. You don’t get more until you admit it.” He kissed your cheek with faux sympathy. “Admit to all of it, and I’ll give you everything you want ‘n more, darlin’.” Jory put more pressure on your clit, but didn’t speed up, still circling it slowly. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ sloppy down here, darlin’. Just look at yourself.” He spread your folds with his fingers, exposing your stretched hole to the cold air. “I can do this as long as I need to. I’m in no rush, sweetheart.”
It didn’t take long for his combined actions to break you. You whined even louder; your face scrunched up in a pout. “Jory!! Please, please, please! I need it so fuckin’ badly!” You tried to bounce yourself on his cock but to no avail. “I like watching you fuck me stupid! I wouldn’t care if anyone walked in on us right now; you need to start moving!” You turned your head to look at him directly instead of through the mirror. “Please, Jory. Need it s’badly. You feel so good, please, please give me more.”
Jory returned your gaze and leaned in to kiss you softly. He pulled away from your lips every so often to breathe, his half-open eyes laden with affection. “Yeah, darling?” he whispered. “I love you s’much, darling. ‘Course I can; I’ll give you what you need.” Jory kissed you again but deeper this time. It made your head spin; all you could feel was him. His hips resumed their punishing pace against your sweet spot, not giving you a moment’s rest. “This what you wanted, sweetheart?” The hand on your cunt never stopped messing with you, but the one tangled in your hair moved to spread across your stomach. “Oh fuck, fuck, you’re still so tight for me, darling.”
“Mhmm! Mhmm—!” you choked on your own spit, moans rising too fast for you to keep up with. “Feels amazing—! Amazing! I love you too! Oh, fuck, it feels amazing, Jory! Oh, seven hells—” A long groan tumbled out of your mouth, making Jory chuckle. “Right there, right there, please!”
His cock twitched, and precum dripped down his shaft that formed a white ring around his base. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ noisy, darling,” he hummed, a hand pressing down on your abdomen. “‘M I hittin’ your spot that well, honey?” He turned your head to look back at the mirror, his eyes following yours. You could see how the muscles in his legs and arms chorded underneath his skin, showing off just how powerful he was. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m close.” Jory’s hips somehow managed to speed up, but in return, he lost his rhythm.
Your mouth hung open, giving way to a silent scream. Your whole body tensed, and your legs shook as you reached your peak. Your cunt tightened around him considerably as you creamed, pushing Jory towards his own orgasm.
He groaned against your ear, dangerously close to his own climax. “Fuck, you cumming, sweetheart?” you nodded with a pitchy whine. “Feels s’good, you feel s’amazing, darling!” And with that, Jory slammed himself into the hilt and came deep inside you, filling you up. “Seven hells, oh my god, darling—!” His hips kept moving shallowly, fucking his spunk into you. After his high started to lessen, you both went limp, crumpling in a heap on top of each other. “Shit, you okay, darling? Not hurt at all?”
“Nuh-uh. Feel good, baby.” You kissed his cheek. “Love you s’much, Jory.” You pet the top of his head and kissed him again.
Jory chuckled, a big stupid smile replacing the wry smirk he wore. “Love you so much more, darling.” He kissed you back, hands cupping your face.
