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You don’t want to look.
You really don’t want to look.
Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. You’re trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you.
You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it.
“Come on, sweetheart. You aren’t looking.”
Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. “I-I know,” you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. “Don’t wanna.”
Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When he’s got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where you’re getting wet embarrassingly fast.
“You don’t wanna see how good we’ll make you feel?” You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more.
His pointer and ring finger spread your folds easily, allowing cool air to kiss against your lips. This is mortifying. Just when you think about ripping from his grasp, his middle finger lands on your clit, a shock of electricity running through your system as soon as he makes contact.
Just the right amount of pressure.
You yelp, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but he refuses to let you do that. Qifrey lets go of your face now that he can trust you’re fully entranced, before keeping a palm on your leg to keep you spread.
He clicks his tongue in reply, a subtle hint for you to behave. It’s hard to go on when he does that. You try your hardest to stay still as his finger circles your clit, slowly at first before building up. He’s good with his hands, and he knows it.
It only takes a couple of minutes before you’re moaning, your lips permanently ajar as he spreads your wetness around your cunt. It’s slippery, hot, and so so good. How are you supposed to ever think about touching yourself again? When his fingers exist? Not that he’d complain about offering you assistance.
“You’re getting in your head again,” he notes, pressing down slightly harder.
“C-Can’t stop it, Qifrey.”
“I need your help.” He doesn’t, but he likes to include you anyway, always the bleeding heart.
You arch your back away from his body but his free hand is quick to correct your form. There's no room for any nonsense with him.
“Slide a finger inside for me.”
All the hair on your body stands on edge at his order. That’s exactly what it is. You want to call it how you see it. It isn’t a suggestion, no, it’s what he wants you to do.
You don’t want to disappoint him, of course.
You slither your fingers down your body, shakily bumping against his hand in the process as you maneuver around it to reach your aching hole. He doesn't stop massaging your clit for even a second.
Okay.
Your middle finger slips inside and it feels…alright. It's good to have something fill you up. Your pussy has been begging for it the second Qifrey helped slide your clothes off. It’s just not enough. You whine as you watch the two of you work your body. His experienced finger rubbing circles into you while your hand stutters to keep up the pace, trying to match his movements.
“How’s that?” He asks, ever the inquisitive tutor.
“It’s…” your clit is throbbing against his finger now. You press back into him, letting his smooth robe engulf you. “Good. It’s good…”
He must not believe you. You manage to forget every time, but Qifrey excels at picking up on the small things.
“Are you sure?” He probes, slowing down.
You whimper, your body crying for more.
“No, it’s not enough.” You come out with it, half ashamed that you can’t pleasure your own body enough, and half humiliated that you’re even mentioning it right now. You press in a second finger to see if that changes anything, and it doesn’t.
“It’s okay, darling,” Qifrey coos at you, finding your reaction endearing. “Sometimes you need a little extra help. That’s alright.”
His words are like ice to your wounds, soothing the flames inside of you.
“Let me see your fingers.”
You slowly pull them from your core and Qifrey pauses his movements for a moment to peer at your hand. It’s wet, strings of lust webbing your fingers together. You look at him in the mirror, waiting for any praise or disappointment. He really is beautiful. His lashes brush against his cheeks, bright white shielding his blue eyes. Qifrey shows no tells aside from a tiny grin he gives you in reply.
“Do you want to see how I do it?” He asks, as if there’s any other response aside from yes.
Qifrey uses the hand that hasn't touched your cunt yet to press his middle finger against you, sliding inside. The sensation is immediately different from yours. He’s long. Skin a bit cold to the touch, but entirely purposeful. Qifrey waits until you’re warmed up enough for him before he pushes it in fully. His finger twitches, softly caressing your walls.
It’s hard to save face after that.
Your whines fill the room at an embarrassing pace. He grins softly before using his other hand to continue rubbing at your clit. Both appendages work you up, one slowly fucking into you while the other presses against your swollen nub.
“Is that any better?”
“Yes, oh my god Qifrey,” your eyes are laser focused on his hand's reflection. If you look close enough you can see your slick beginning to coat his flesh.
He chuckles softly in approval before breathing out a sigh, looking entirely too content as he watches the two of you in the mirror.
“You’re being so good for me, did you know that?” He’s quiet as he says it, his praise heating your ears like melted gold.
“W-Wanna be good for you,” you murmur a reply even though you aren’t really sure he was looking for one.
“Think you can continue being good for me?” His pace picks up slightly. “Can you take another finger?”
It already feels like he’s filling you completely, but you want to make him proud.
“Mhm, yes,” your legs tremble while moans escape your lips.
Qifrey eases his ring finger alongside the other inside you, stretching out your cunt carefully. “There you go,” He says under his breath.
He keeps rubbing at your clit, his finger now gliding more easily against you as you continue to leak around his palm. He draws circles, before swiping side to side, then back again all while watching to see what makes you twitch most. The longer he finger fucks you, the more you can feel him press against your back. Hard and big, no doubt leaking into his own pants. Qifrey doesn't show any sign of greed though. He’s only focused on you and your pleasure.
“Sometimes it's good to have another set of hands, hm? You don’t know what to expect when-“ he curls his fingers just right at that moment, sending you reeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands twitch around, trying to grab onto him as you all but yell out. “-right there, right?” He finishes his sentence as he finds what he was looking for.
You nod dramatically, squealing against him. You can tell that your orgasm is just right around the corner, so close you can almost taste it.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he continues fucking into you with his fingers, pressing against that mushy spot inside of you all while using his other hand to abuse your clit.
When you refocus your vision you notice that his lips are slightly parted, his gaze locked onto your cunt. Up until this moment you wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was getting anything out of this, his demeanor almost clinical, but now you can see the cracks. You can see the way pink flushes his cheeks lightly, how his breathing has slowly started to pick up.
“Q-Qifrey, I’m gonna, you’re gonna make me,”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly, inhaling sharply at your tone. “Good, you’re so good,” he’s cooing at you now, all while increasing his pace.
It feels like fireworks going off in your body, each cell exploding as you cum on his fingers. You twitch and wiggle against him but he stays on task, guiding you through your orgasm until you relax in his hold once more.
Qifrey chuckles, voice shaky as he slides his fingers from your pussy, holding both palms in front of you. They’re both nearly dripping.
“I’d say we did a good job, hm?” He murmurs with a grin.