m-mommy kink + body worship with miruko 🥺
warnings: mommy kink, body worship, praise, slight body description, pubic hair, fingering - this very nearly turned into a full drabble
if you could see yourself - well you can - but if you could see yourself every day the way Miruko sees you; god, life would be perfect. But you avert your gaze from the standing mirror opposite the bed and she sees your bottom lip wobble with impending tears. She's got your legs hoisted over hers, wide and exposing your sweet cunt to the air, slick beading on the neat little thatch of curls she's lovingly raking her nails through,
"Look at that," she breathes, "Look at that - you're so beautiful bun,"
you know that, she tells you every day, every minute, any time she can and this is - these sessions are her way of proving it to you. an evening alone with mommy pampering you, painting you pretty and unwrapping you like a present, doting on you even if she's bruised and scarred and tired - nothing comes before her perfect baby girl.
"C'mon, I know you've been having doubts recently - don't think I can't tell but m'not gonna make you say it, I promise; let mommy just show you yeah?" she feels you relax at her words, thankful and finally, finally submitting the way she adores, "Listen to yourself princess, go on,"
a single finger parts your folds and you twitch as the rough pad catches your clit, before a second joins it and spreads you wide; a lewd tacking sound filling your ears and even you're shocked at just how wet you are from a few minutes of pretty petting. Miruko continues rubbing her fingers up and down your pussy, swirling your arousal over your curls and admiring the way it webs between her fingers.
"You don't have to watch, but just for a second - look at me, look at mommy play with you,"
You do, and god - you look heavenly, and so does she. Strong thighs parting yours, ears twitching and pointing straight up with her concentration, one hand disappearing into your cunt and the other running up and down your torso, over your belly and cupping your breast, weighing it in her palm and pinching your nipple between her thumb and forefinger for a moment before moving to your neck, where her lips are trailing over your pulse and shoulder,
"See? You're a work of art bunny, priceless and perfect - thank you for letting me do this for you,"
This time, your bottom lip trembles in lieu of your orgasm, two fingers slipping shallow into your cunt and scissoring you open, lewd squelches causing her ears to crook and her nose to twitch.
"Mommy, please!" you squeak, "m'gonna - please! m'gonna cum! Faster mommy!" Miruko can't say no, not when your back is arching into her wandering hand and your hips are canting into her thrusting fingers, pulling out to slick over your throbbing clit. Miruko can never say no to you, not when you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror as she pushes you over the edge, cumming with a desperately cry and a "mommy! thank you!"