rough, size-diff mirror sex with dilf gee. holding you by the chin n forcing you to watch as he fucks you dumb. that’s all. ;p⚰️
content: gn reader, dilf gee, size diff (gee is bigger than you), manhandling, rough sex, dumbification, gee talks nice but doesn't act very nice, he's kinda dada here, nothing crazy
gee had you in missionary first, nearly a mating press with the way his body forces your legs apart without him even having to touch them. every time he leans down to kiss you, his belly rubs up against yours and he’s just so warm and so everywhere it has you mewling already. to him, you look so fucking sweet like this, your legs dangling helplessly down by his plush love handles, you needily wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close while he fucks into you. it gives him this sort of cuteness aggression and he has to act on it.
he tugs your arms off from around his neck in the same breath that he pulls out, ‘no… mmh.. gee’ you whine as you reach back out for him, wanting to complain more. a yelp escapes your lips as he grabs that outstretched arm and nearly yanks you up from your position on the bed. ‘c’mon baby, up,’ he instructs, but he’s still moving you the way he wants to, and you’re still shaky so it feels easier to just go with what gee wants. on his own knees, he moves behind you and gives your back a shove. you’re pushed down in the direction of the corner of y’all’s bed. you catch yourself on your hands before lifting your head, looking back at yourself through your reflection.
in front of you, there’s a pretty, full-sized mirror gee got at a yard sale some time last year glinting back at you. you wonder if he’d had this in mind when he bought it- using it so he could see how good you look when he takes you from behind. he’s straddling your knees now, just admiring you how pretty you look from this angle for a moment before the need takes back over.
'look at yourself f'me sugar...' gee murmurs as he leans forward just far enough so he can grab your chin, his warm rough palm up against the bottom of it. 'want you to see just how good you take it'
he notches his tip against your entrance and pushes in his thick ruddy tip breaches you first. an almost fond smile blooms on his face as he relishes in the way your mouth opens and your breath stutters, it's somewhere between a gasp and an exhale. relief and ache.
'perfect... so perfect baby.' your body pushes forward at the force of him bottoming out, his hanging sack rests up against your sex snugly, warmly. you didn't realize how much you were leaning your head into his hand until he lets go of it. he places it on your hips instead to keep you upright there. he pulls out, leaving just his tip your needy hole already missing his girth. there's not much time to mourn its absence before he slams back in. if he wasn't holding your hips, you surely would've toppled over. he keeps at a pace similar to when he had you on your back. little whines and keens escape your throat as he pulls you back into his solid hips with each thrust. your eyes flutter and roll back, the mirror almost entirely forgotten. the only thing you're thinking is 'gee'
'what'd I say? huh, baby?' you sober up when his palm comes across your asscheek, leaving a lingering sting in it's wake. 'eyes on you. keep 'em there,' he uses that stern voice reserved only for when you're bad. but you didn't mean to disobey, your brain is just clouding over each time he bottoms out. 'm'sorry... 's hard, gee... please...' you manage to slur out, risking a glance up at his face through the mirror.
he slows down, more grinding into you than thrusting. 'I know, hun, I know you don't wanna be bad... you just need some help. yeah, sugar?' he coos, 's'okay, i've gotcha,' he leans back over you, belly firmly against your whole back, his chin resting on your shoulder. in the reflection you watch his hand come up to cradle your chin again, his fingers dig into the fat of your cheeks and squish your lips apart, just barely. your gaze darts between his hooded, almost predatory eyes and your glossy ones. the overwhelming nature of it all makes you feel like you're about to start tearing up.
'there... now you don't have to worry your empty little brain about anything else' his low voice vibrates in your ear. he's so everywhere. he's on you, his voice rings in your head, all you can smell is him. all you can think is him. a little line of drool escapes your parted lips but of course you don't notice. you're looking at yourself, but your poor brain is just melted into mush while he pummels you to his hearts content.
