I need perv Amir. Like you take a shower without the dateviators, and everyone else in the bathroom is just ignoring you, not really caring, except Amir, who is shamelessly perving, masterbating as he watches you shower, not caring what you'll think
But only because it's like an established relationship
A Reflection Of Obsession (Amir x Reader)
Wisps of silver steam twisted out of the shower stall, filling the room with its smoky warmth, enveloping those who called the bathroom their home. The water poured down your body, drops falling in trails down every dip and contour.
“Azizam, your silhouette in the steam is as a sculpture from a great renaissance master. How I desire to be the mist that so sensually brushes your skin…”
Amir’s voice is breathy, full of admiration. He had been watching shamelessly from the counter since you had entered the shower, hand palming himself in anticipation, excitement only growing with every touch you administered over yourself. Now, his hand was working his cock as he sat on the bathroom counter to admire his lover, leaning back to purposefully stretch his own muscles and give you a good show too, if you so happened to look his way.
“Joonam, how does the water’s warmth feel as it trails across your body? I am transfixed by every single rivulet that collects on your shoulders only to fall, it is as if the elements themselves are falling for you, declaring your radiance…”
His voice was getting strained as he pumped his throbbing cock. He hated and loved this. He loved seeing you like this, so intimately, so for him. He hated the restraint he showed by staying seated on the counter. He longed to touch you, to join the water that caressed you in ways no one else was permitted, except him at times. Just not now. Not during this time. This ritual of yours was special. This was time meant solely for him to praise you like the royalty he believed you to be.
As you rinsed yourself, your hands brushing over your chest, arms, legs…Amir was so close; his jealously of your own touch spurring him on. It was only when you finally looked at him for the first time, meeting his mirror-like eyes that only reflected you, did he come with a loud cry. “Ah! Please!”
You didn’t look away as you stepped out of the stall, drying yourself off. You didn’t look away as you walked over to Amir, who was panting and out of breath, but who also never looked away from you. Your gazes never parted as he slowly sat up and reached for your hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed your knuckles.
“Thank you, azizam, for granting me such an honor as this once again.”
-Mod Tiffany
