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everytime i see that fuckass picture of spencewuah i think of skwisgaar sorry

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it was no secret that amir adored you - so it didn’t really surprise you when that bled into how he treats you during sex.

he bends you over the bathroom sink - or perhaps your dresser - anywhere that has a mirror for him to force your gaze towards.

“look at you,” he purrs as he drags himself in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace. “such beautiful faces you make, azizam.”

he holds your chin, making sure that the only thing your eyes can focus on is your reflection. he coaxes your back into an arch, ensuring that you feel every inch of him.

if your eyes dare to look elsewhere - perhaps to the side out of embarrassment, or at his reflection instead - he halts his movements with an “ah ah, look”, until you fix your gaze.

and if you dared to try and close your eyes altogether, well, now he’s just offended. “mh? oh, don’t want to look at all at my lovely reflections?” instead of stopping like usual, he’d just go harder, practically bullying your g-spot so much that your eyes have no choice but to squeeze themselves shut from the pace. “you don’t want to look, then i’ll make sure you couldn’t even if you changed your mind.”