Dream x Fem!ReaderWarnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise, mirror sex, afab reader, she/her pronouns.
A delighted moan leaves your lips as Clay kisses up your stomach, paying special attention to your breasts. His tongue plays with your nipple while thumb and index finger play with the other. Your hands grip the bathroom counter, Clay's head between your arms as he kneels to play with you.
"Clay..." Your voice nearly fails you, coming out as loud as a soft sigh. He smirks against your nipple, and then stands back up to your level.
"Bend over for me, baby. Hands on the counter, back arched." You do exactly how he commands, knowing exactly what he wants and how to execute it perfectly. He steps behind you and teases your pussy with the tip of his cock. You whine and look at him through the mirror, a begging look in your eyes. All you can see is his smirk, but that's enough to send shivers down your spine.
Finally, he bottoms out inside of you, slowly thrusting his hips so you get time to adjust to him. You moan and look down at your hands gripping the counter. This doesn't sit right with Clay, so he grips your hair and pulls your head back up, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror. You yelp and moan at the same time, an embarrassed expression on your face. You had never seen what you looked like getting fucked, but now you were forced to look.
"Keep looking in the mirror, baby, look at yourself come undone." Clay coos, his soft voice very much a contrast to his hips roughly pounding into you. You nod, not being able to form the words. "Good girl, always so eager to obey."
You whine at the praise and Clay chuckles. "You like me telling you how good you are for me, baby?" You nod again. "How sweet. How about I make my pretty girl cum, hm? Would you like that?" You nod once more, desperate moans leaving your lips. "Use your words, baby."
"Mmmm, I want it, I wanna cum! Please, nghh, please let me cum, Clay!" You beg, desperate and shameless moans interrupting almost every word you say. He smirks and grips your hips harder.
"Good girl." He says, before rutting his hips exactly where you like it the most, hitting it over and over again until you're seeing stars. Your moans are getting louder and your knees feel like they're about to buckle beneath you, but before they get the chance to, you feel your orgasm creep up on you and you cum. Your fingers are red from gripping the counter so hard, your tongue lolling out of your mouth involuntarily. Clay groans as he feels you cum around him, and he cums inside of you immediately after.
He lets you come down from your high, before pulling out and holding you in his arms so you don't fall to your knees in exhaustion. "You did so good, baby. You're always so perfect for me. Now, let me make it up to you with a bath, hm?"
