The mirror was cold against their chest, fogging under each ragged breath as Soap pressed flush against them from behind. His hand clamped firmly on the back of their neck, forcing them to watch their own reflection. “Go on, darling,” he rasped, Scottish lilt sharp in their ear. “Look at yourself. See how desperate you are.”

Their palms flattened against the glass to steady themselves as Soap’s hips snapped forward, cock driving into them with ruthless rhythm. The frame rattled with each thrust, their reflection staring back at them with glassy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Behind them Soap’s grin was clear in the mirror, wide and merciless.

“Christ, would you look at that?” he jeered, dragging his teeth over their shoulder before biting down hard enough to leave a bruise. “Blushing like an angel, taking me like a sinner. That’s my pretty toy right there, ruined because I said so.”

They whimpered and tried to look away, but his grip tightened, fingers locking at the base of their skull. “No. Eyes on the mirror, pet. You watch.” His other hand slid around their throat, pressing just enough to catch their breath as he pounded harder, each thrust making their body slap against the glass.

Tears blurred their reflection, humiliation burning hot across their face, but Soap laughed low in their ear. “Do not dare hide from me. Tears make you prettier. That is it. Look how well you take me.” His thumb traced their jaw with a mockery of tenderness that clashed with the brutal pace of his hips.

The mirror smeared under their weight, streaked with sweat and skin. Soap drove into them deep and held for a moment, forcing them to see the bulge stretching their body around him. “See that?” he hissed, his voice trembling between awe and mockery. “That is me, buried inside. No one else will ever split you this well. No one.”

He pulled back and slammed forward again, their gasp sharp against the glass. “That is right. Scream for me. Let the mirror hear how good I fuck you.” His reflection glared back at them, grin wolfish, as his hand slid down to mark bruises into their hip.

The mirror showed everything: flushed skin, trembling thighs, spit-slick lips, and Soap’s broad frame caging them in. His breath was hot against their ear, the edge of his mohawk brushing their temple. “You will never forget this sight,” he growled. “You, me, this mirror. I will haunt you every time you see your own face.”

When their body clenched tight around him, Soap groaned deep, dragging his tongue along their neck before snarling, “Good. Now let the world know who you belong to.”

The mirror chilled her chest, breath clouding the glass as Soap’s body pressed tight behind her. His hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place so she had no choice but to meet her own reflection. “Go on, lass,” he rasped, voice sharp with his Scottish burr. “Take a long look. See how desperate you are.”

Her palms braced against the glass, steadying herself as his hips snapped forward, cock driving into her with punishing rhythm. The mirror rattled with each thrust, her tearful reflection staring back, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Soap’s face hovered over her shoulder in the reflection, his grin merciless and wild.

“Christ, look at you,” he jeered, scraping his teeth over her shoulder before biting down until a bruise bloomed. “Blushing like a saint while taking me like a sinner. That is my pretty toy right there, wrecked because I told her to be.”

She whimpered and tried to turn away, but his grip at her neck only tightened. “No. Eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself.” His other hand circled her throat, pressing until her breath caught as he fucked her harder, her body bouncing against the glass with every thrust.

Her tears blurred the reflection, humiliation blazing through her, but Soap’s laugh was low and sharp. “Do not cry for me, bonnie. Tears make it prettier. Look at yourself, look how well you are taking me.” His thumb stroked her jaw almost tenderly as his hips pounded into her without mercy.

The glass smeared beneath her, streaked with sweat and skin. Soap slammed deep and held her there, making her see the bulge his cock forced into her body. “There. Look at that,” he hissed, his voice vibrating with hunger. “That is me inside you. No one else will ever stretch you this way. No one.”

He pulled back and drove forward again, making her cry out. “That is it. Scream for me. Let the mirror hear it. Let yourself see it.” His hand dug into her hip, leaving bruises that would last for days.

The mirror trapped it all: her trembling body, spit-slick lips, flushed skin, and Soap’s broad frame enclosing her completely. His breath seared against her ear, mohawk brushing her temple as he leaned in. “You will never forget this sight,” he growled. “You, me, this mirror. I will haunt you every time you look at yourself.”

When she clenched down around him, Soap groaned guttural, tongue dragging up her neck before he snarled, “Good. Now let every soul know who you belong to.”

The mirror was cool against {{user}}’s chest, his breath misting the glass while Soap pressed hard against his back. Soap’s hand clamped the nape of {{user}}’s neck, holding him in place so he could not turn away from his own reflection. “Look at yourself, lad,” Soap rasped, burr thick in his ear. “See how desperate you are.”

{{user}} braced his palms against the mirror as Soap’s hips snapped forward, cock slamming into him in a brutal rhythm. The glass trembled with every thrust, reflecting {{user}}’s face with eyes glassy and lips wet, while behind him Soap’s grin flashed wide and merciless.

“Christ, would you look at that?” Soap jeered, dragging his teeth across {{user}}’s shoulder before biting down to bruise. “Blushing like a saint but taking me like a sinner. That is my pretty toy, wrecked because I said so.”

{{user}} whimpered and tried to shift away, but Soap’s grip locked tighter at the base of his skull. “No. Eyes on the mirror. You watch yourself.” His other hand slid to {{user}}’s throat, pressing until his breath caught as Soap fucked him harder, their bodies slamming against the glass.

Tears smeared his reflection, shame and need blazing in equal measure, but Soap laughed dark into his ear. “Do not dare cry on me, trouble. Tears only make it better. That is it, look at yourself taking me.” His thumb traced {{user}}’s jaw with mock tenderness even as his hips pounded mercilessly.

The mirror smeared with their weight, streaked with sweat and heat. Soap slammed in deep and held him there, showing him the bulge stretching his body wide. “There,” he hissed, reverence sharpening his voice. “That is me inside you. Nobody else will ever split you this way. Nobody.”

He yanked back and thrust again, making {{user}} cry out. “That is it. Scream for me. Let the mirror hear you. Let it see you.” His hand locked on {{user}}’s hip, bruising the flesh with each relentless thrust.

The reflection showed everything: his tear-streaked face, trembling body, and Soap’s broad frame wrapped over him like a cage. Soap leaned close, breath scorching, the tips of his mohawk brushing against {{user}}’s temple. “You will never forget this sight,” he growled. “You, me, this mirror. Every time you see yourself, you will remember who owns you.”

When {{user}}’s body clenched around him, Soap groaned low and feral, dragging his tongue up his neck before snarling, “Good. Now let the world know you belong to me.”