Summary: 

Mirrors and sex. 

Let's Go:

Looking into the mirror, I turn down the volume of the music as I see my boyfriend entering the room. "Hey, babe," I say, waving and grinning at him.

"Hi," he says slyly, walking towards me and giving me a little peck on my cheek, turning a little pink around his nose. "How was work?"

Working as a dancing teacher may sound like a hard job, but honestly, I love it. My body's flooded with joy and happiness when I'm able to teach others choreographies or even just small dance moves. I always stay late so Jimin and I can dance a little together. My coworkers always leave about one or two hours earlier than I do since I also agreed on doing an evening class.

My last class for today ended about half an hour ago, and as always my boyfriend came by. We both love dancing, and Jimin always uses my job as an excuse to use a big ass dancing room without paying for it.

"Amazing," I answer, smiling at him before looking for the perfect song to dance to. "Come on, let's dance, Jiminie." Even though Jimin just knows half of the choreography, I choose the song I used for my latest choreo.

This dance is supposed to be danced by only two people. It's slow yet expressive. Jimin and I are always either close or even touching one another. To be honest, this is my favorite choreography, mostly because Jimin looks hella sexy when dancing this one.

As I stand behind Jimin my next move is to creep one hand over his shoulder and the other around the waist. My hands are separated from his skin by only a thin layer of clothing.

And I actually don't know how but suddenly there is heavy tension in the air, surrounding us. I don't keep making the next steps; I just stand behind Jimin. My hands are still creeping over his chest as I stare into the mirror.

Jimin probably thinks the same as I do. He stares into the mirror which is spread over the whole wall. His hands are balled to fists, and his eyes are fixated on my hands. I can see how bad he wants to touch himself right now. He's holding back.

My left hand that was rubbing his side up and down until now slowly makes its way to the hem of his white T-shirt. Gently I pull the white garment up and over my boyfriend's head, still watching everything through the mirror.

The mirror in front of us somehow turns me on. It turns on me that we are able to watch ourselves and it kind of feels like we are even more exposed. Like, when we are getting intimate, we usually only see each other from one angle. But now... It feels very different now that there is a mirror.

I drop Jimin's tee, leaving it peacefully laying on the ground next to us. Gently, my lips connect with my boyfriend's shoulder, and I close my eyes as I slowly trail soft kisses over his smooth skin. While my left hand is traveling up Jimin's chest and back down to the edge of his gray sweatpants, my other one creeps down his arm. I carefully take his hand into mine, guiding it to the front of his body and leading it into his pants which I open.

Not only am I slowly but surely getting hard but just as much is Jimin. I can see his member slowly rising in sweats.

Jimin's hand wraps around his shaft whilst my hand grasps his wrist. Steadily, I move his hand up and down, looking over his shoulder and into his pants, observing our doing. As my gaze shifts up to look through the mirror again, I see Jimin closing his eyes and turning bright red. The soft noises Jimin makes make me go crazy.

I'm desperate to get some friction. It's hard not to move or rub myself against anything. Slowly I slide my left hand to the back of Jimin's body, carefully moving it into his pants and boxer shorts, cupping his perfectly round butt cheeks.

The younger pants, throwing his head back onto my shoulder. "F-Fuck, Hoseok," he whimpers softly, while he moves his left hand up to the back of my neck to steady himself but also to pull me as close as possible.

My chest presses against his back as my own erection pushes into the crease of his ass, causing us both to moan.

"Can you-" Jimin starts. "I want you to-" he tries again. "Please," he finally whines, clearly too shy to say what he wants to say.

I can't help but chuckle as I take my hands off of his body. "Take off your clothes," I tell him, still grinning as I also undress. Once naked, we both stand in front of each other, the mirror next to us. I stare into Jimin's eyes while his gaze slowly wanders over my body. His eyes scan over each and every detail of my body as they glisten with lust.

The song goes quiet, coming to an end, but since I always have my songs put on it starts again right after.

As soon as we look at each other in the eye once again, we both lean in for a kiss. The kiss is passionate as we try to hold each other as close as we can, roaming each other's body with our hands. Our lips part every now and then but we always reconnect them.

Carefully, I lead Jimin towards the mirror, pressing his back against it. He whimpers into the kiss as he feels the cold surface come in touch with his hot flesh. The moment his mouth falls open I slip my tongue into his hot cavern. Gently, our tongues touch, starting to dance their own little dance.

After a minute or two, Jimin and I end our make-out session. My boyfriend slides down the mirror, breathing heavily as he turns around on the ground. Now looking at his own reflection, the younger stands on his knees, pressing his forearms and forehead against the mirror.

I slowly get on my knees behind him, sucking on three of my fingers while doing so. When my fingers seem wet enough, I move them to Jimin's plump ass, pressing them against his tight hole. Jimin's breath hitches and he tenses up.

"Hey," I say in a calming tone, "Relax. I'll be careful." Softly, I trail small kisses over Jimin's shoulders and neck while I circle one finger around his entrance.

"Just start, please," Jimin forces out, looking at me through the mirror.

I nod and carefully press my index finger into him, causing my boyfriend's breath to hitch once again. I move my finger in and out of him a few times before adding a second one, pushing it inside painfully slow. Jimin moans in slight pain as he surely is fucking tight. Scissoring my digits, I stretch the younger open. The pain is obviously fading pretty fast, seeing as Jimin is already moaning his prettiest moans, screwing his eyes shut. Slowly, our naked bodies are getting sweatier by each second passing by.

"You look so hot like this," I softly whisper in a deep voice as I lean towards Jimin's ear, carefully entering the third and last finger into his hole, stretching him even wider, causing all those hot groans to slip past his pretty, plump lips. Jimin doesn't even get to answer me since his moaning always cuts him off. "Would you like to ride me, Jiminie?" I ask, once again in a hushed voice.

All Jimin can do is moan loudly and nod vigorously. I pull my fingers out of him, wiping them on my bare stomach before I sit down a few steps behind Jimin, sideways in front of the mirror. So I just have to turn my head a bit to the left, so I can see us perfectly.

Jimin crawls over to me, almost falling on top of me as I'm leaned back with my hands behind me on the ground. "Hey there, be careful, don't go too fast if you know you aren't stable enough," I tell him, wanting him to go as slow as he wants and needs to.

Carefully, Jimin places each of his knees beside me, standing on them. He steadies himself by grabbing both of my shoulders tightly while he leans down to gently kiss me. Returning the kiss instantly, I use one hand to caress his thigh a little - still holding myself up with the other - while pulling him a bit closer. Doing so causes my proud standing dick to brush against Jimin's balls. His sensitivity shows immediately, seeing as he throws his head back, breaking the kiss and moaning throatily.

I can't help but chuckle under my breath, looking up at my boyfriend. Ever so slowly, I push his hips down, so my dick is lined up with his entrance. Jimin whimpers, feeling the tip of my penis circle his hole while I start panting heavier and heavier. Sooner or later, he starts to move on his own, carefully rolling his hips. I caress his smooth skin a little longer, allowing my hand to wander over the small of his back, his plump ass, and his thigh. Jimin wraps his arms around my neck tightly, holding me close.

As I put my hand back on the ground behind me, Jimin is already doing the next step. Rather roughly, he pushes himself down on me while holding my dick up with one of his hands - still wrapping his other arm around my shoulders, probably leaving marks as he's digging his nails into the skin of my shoulder.

His hole practically swallows my dick, clenching around it. Filling the room with lewd and painful noises, my boyfriend begins to bounce on my lap immediately, not taking a single second to adjust. While he doesn't move the hand around my neck, he places the other one on my chest, scratching up my skin as he tries to find a hold. We both can't keep all those groans and grunts from escaping our throats.

Barely able to open my eyes, I try to look into the mirror, turning my head a bit. "Look at you," I say, nodding towards the mirror while watching Jimin as he rides my cock. "Look at your pretty, pretty ass," I add soon after.

I try to hold myself up with one hand while I slowly move the other one to my boyfriend's butt, groping the round cheek firmly. But unfortunately, my strength is leaving me, causing my arm that's holding me up to relent so my forearm is pressed onto the ground. In the process, Jimin's pulled down with me, basically losing his strength as well and falling on top of my chest. He stops riding me for a short moment, adjusting to the new angle.

As Jimin starts moving again, he just rolls his hips against mine. And even though this is just a minimal movement between our bodies, creating only the slightest bit of friction, it's still so fucking intense. We both groan in unison while I throw my head back, screwing my eyes shut, and Jimin buries his in the crook of my neck.

"F-Fuck, you're so fucking tight," I stammer as I softly brush my hand through Jimin's dark hair. I put both my arms on the ground again, looking into my boyfriend's eyes for a short moment before gazing back towards the mirror. "You're so beautiful, Jiminie," I praise, watching in the mirror as I pull my cock halfway out of his pink hole after pushing it in.

The younger pants hard, turning his head to look into the mirror as well. He then moans softly, slowly trying thrust down on my dick again, still having his eyes glued to the mirror. Then he stops once more, closing his eyes and laying his head down on my shoulder. "I-I can't Hoseok," he says softly, hugging my shoulders tightly.

Laying my back on the ground and taking a deep breath as my hot skin meets the cold floor, I look up at the ceiling. I don't really know what to do; I just wrap my arms around my boyfriend's waist, just holding him. "It's alright, baby, don't worry. Wanna stop?" I suggest slowly.

Jimin slightly shakes his head. "I just don't have enough strength to keep riding you. I'm sorry," he explains, and I can clearly hear that he's tearing up.

"Oh, Jimin, baby, it's fine," I whisper into his ear reassuringly, just loud enough for him to understand over the music playing in the background, before sliding my hands up his sides. As soon as they reach his shoulders, I softly push him up a bit, so we can look at each other. Our faces are still so close and our noses are almost touching. I can feel his hot breath on my lips. "I mean, I can still fuck you. And I know for a fact that you'll love it," I smirk.

My boyfriend snickers, showing his pretty eye-smile as he does so. Everything Jimin does just makes me fall in love with him over and over again. He then nods, quietly saying, "Fuck me, babe," as he stands up slowly. I try to steady him as he goes to stand on all fours, facing the mirror.

My dick slides out of his tight, pink hole and oscillates against my abdomen, causing me to pant deeply. I can't help but grin as I see Jimin getting into position, arching his back so prettily. I shuffle closer to him, sliding my hand over his arched back. "So beautiful," I mumble under my breath, softly tracing the outline of Jimin's spine with my index and middle finger, feeling him shudder under my touch. I travel my fingers down from his neck, following the course of his spine and sliding them in-between his plump ass cheeks.

"Please," the younger mewls, staring at me through the mirror. Knowing that I'd only ask what he wanted, he adds, "Fuck me, Seok, please."

"Sure, baby," I say, lining my penis up to his entrance. I slowly push inside him once again, listening to his gorgeous voice.

"Mmh, shit," he hums, tightly closing his eyes and hanging his head.

At first, I don't move, waiting for my boyfriend's permission to do so. "I love you, Jimin-ah," I whisper, leaning down as I travel my left hand up to his shoulders, keeping the other at the small of his back. "You're so beautiful," I tell him, gently grabbing his left shoulder and pulling him up. Softly I brush my right hand over his skin, leading it to his front. My hand wanders down, over the younger's stomach to his crotch. I stroke his cock a few times before I start fondling with his balls, receiving high-pitched moans. His enchanting voice makes me go crazy.

"M-Move, move," he tells me, placing one hand on my shoulder, trying to pull me closer, whilst his other hand goes to my left one, which is still on his shoulder.

As soon as he speaks up, I start moving, almost immediately finding his sweet, sweet spot. Slowly I thrust into his heat, squeezing his hand softly. I let go of his testicles, moving my hand up to his belly once more, and pushing it into his flesh. He moans throatily, throwing his head back against my shoulder as I keep brushing over his prostate with almost every thrust.

I look into the mirror, watching Jimin tremble in my arms. He looks so sexy like this. His eyes are closed and his whole face shows how tense he is. Averting my eyes from the mirror, I plant soft and gentle kisses up and down his neck, ending up sucking at some point. Once I've sucked the deep red-purple-ish hickey, I lick over it and then kiss it softly.

My thrusts aren't fast, yet they are hard, causing my boyfriend to moan with each thrust. Just his voice alone would be able to send me over the edge in no time.

"Ho-Hoseok," Jimin starts but is cut off by his own moans, "I-I'm so close." He digs his fingers into the skin of my shoulder and neck, holding onto me for dear life. I keep pounding deep into his heat, going faster while grunting into his ear. "I'm so close! Hoseok, Hoseok! 'M cumming!" he moans, continuing to push his nails into my skin while trying to pull me closer, probably leaving scratch marks.

"Oh, fuck, Jimin-ah," I groan, moving my right hand down to his dick, pumping it fast, "Cum for me, babe." Watching him through the mirror is bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm.

I don't have to tell him twice. White strings of sperm are spurting out of his member, coating the floor. Some of it even hit the mirror, running down slowly. I thrust into a few more times, slowing down before finally pulling out of him.

My boyfriend leans against me. I gently sit us down on the floor as he closes his eyes for a second, coming down from his high. Only now we perceive the music that was paying the whole time. He then turns his head to look at me in the eye. "You didn't cum yet," he quietly states the obvious.

"I know," I grin down at him, still having one arm wrapped around his torso while I lean back onto the other one.

Jimin then turns around, standing on hands and knees right in front of me. He's so close, looking at me with his innocent eyes. And I'm too mesmerized by his beautiful eyes to even notice he's moving his hand to my crotch. As he unexpectedly grabs my dick tightly, I can't help but grunt. The younger slowly moves his hand up and down my member, still looking int my eyes.

Suddenly he just comes closer and presses his lips against mine. Overwhelmed by his sudden confidence, I slowly close my eyes, softly moving my lips against his, and carefully placing a hand on the back of his head. But we have to part as I start groaning a lot more, soon reaching my climax. Jimin moves his hand faster and faster, tightening the grip of his hand around my dick. "Oh my- fuck, Jimin," I moan, throwing my head back, finally reaching my orgasm.

While coming down from my own high, I ask, "Are you okay?" Jimin just nods, smiling at me as if to reassure me that he really is.

And I don't know how many times the song already ended but here it is again, coming to an end once more.