BINI Smut Part 2
Salamin Salamin ft BINI Aiah
1867 words
The practice room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional shuffle of Aiah’s feet as she moved across the floor. She was alone, as she’d wanted to be, perfecting her solo performance. The mirror in front of her reflected every detail—her focused expression, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and the way her body moved with precision and grace. She’d always found comfort in the mirror, in seeing herself, in watching herself become something more than she was. It was like a secret part of her, something she didn’t share with anyone.
But tonight, the mirror wasn’t just her audience. It was her escape. Every time she glanced at it, she could almost forget the memory that had been haunting her for weeks now—Alon, Mikha’s brother, and what she’d walked in on. The image was burned into her mind: the way his hands had moved, the way their bodies had pressed together, the way it had felt wrong and yet... fascinating. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the dance. She couldn’t let that moment define her. She couldn’t let him define her.
The door creaked open, and Aiah froze mid-step. She turned, her heart pounding, and there he was—Alon. He leaned against the doorframe, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his eyes scanning the room with a lazy curiosity.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I was looking for ate Mikha. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Aiah forced a smile, though her stomach twisted into knots. “Wala siya dito. Just me.”
“I see that,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The click of the lock echoed in the quiet room, and Aiah’s pulse quickened. She glanced at the mirror, catching his reflection as he moved closer. He had a way of filling the space around him, of making her feel smaller, more vulnerable. She hated it. And yet...
“You’re good,” he said, his eyes flicking to the mirror. “Really good. Kanina pa kita pinapanood. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Thanks.”
He took another step, and she took one back, her heel hitting the wall. She was trapped now, the mirror on one side, him on the other. “You seem... nervous,” he observed, his head tilting slightly. “Is it me? Or is it something else?”
Aiah looked away, her cheeks burning. “Okay lang ako.”
“Are you sure about that?” He moved closer still, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Because you’ve been avoiding me ever since that day. I’ve noticed. And I’ve been wondering... why?”
She shook her head, her breath catching as he reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?” His eyes were dark, intense, and she felt like he could see right through her. “You think I don’t know what you saw? Or how it made you feel?”
Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She wanted to look away, to run, but she couldn’t. She was frozen, caught in his gaze, in the way he was looking at her like she was the only thing in the room.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his hand moving to her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin. “Pwede mo sabihin sa akin. I won’t judge.”
She swallowed again, her voice barely a whisper. “I... I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” He leaned in, his lips just inches from hers. “You can’t stop thinking about it, can you? About us. About what you saw.”
She closed her eyes, her body trembling. “Stop.”
But he didn’t. Instead, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “It’s okay to feel something, Aiah. It’s okay to want something.”
Her hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to push him away, to tell him to leave, but she couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew he was right. She had been thinking about it. She had been wondering what it would feel like, what it would mean. And now, with him so close, she couldn’t deny it anymore.
He moved his hand to her waist, his touch light but purposeful, and she shivered. “Look at me,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, wide-eyed and flushed, and she felt a strange thrill at the sight. He noticed too, his lips curving into a smirk. “You like that, don’t you? Watching yourself.”
She didn’t answer, but he already knew. He always knew.
“Let me show you,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
He turned her gently, her back to his chest, and she watched as his hands slid up her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Her breath hitched, and she gripped the edge of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of fear and desire.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. “So beautiful.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, but he stopped her, his hand tilting her chin back toward the mirror. “No. Watch. See what I see.”
She did as he said, her gaze locked on their reflection. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly, and she trembled as the cool air hit her skin. He didn’t take it off, not yet, but the anticipation was enough to make her pulse race.
“You like this,” he said, his voice a low purr. “I can tell.”
She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. Because he was right—she did like it. She liked the way he touched her, the way he made her feel. And she liked watching it, seeing herself in the mirror, seeing the way her body responded to him.
He pressed a kiss to the base of her neck, his hands sliding up her bare stomach, and she arched into his touch. “So perfect,” he murmured, his lips moving to her shoulder. “So soft.”
Aiah held her breath, trying not to make any other move. Trying to figure out if the sensation she is feeling is pleasure or fear.
Alon creases the hem of Aiah’s sports bra receiving a sharp gasp from her then proceeds to lift the garment up slowly. Aiah did not protest and simply let Alon do what he wanted.
Aiah can see herself in the mirror, topless, her small tits out in the open. She felt his soft fingers circling around her nipples then felt a pinch that gained a moan from her.
“Please keep touching me” Aiah whispered with a shaky voice pushing his hands down to her leggings. “Please take everything off”
“Getting bold now, are we?” Alon asked with a grin on his face.
He gently turned Aiah around to face him then knelt down, his face at the level of her heat. Pulling down her leggings gently revealing her black Calvin Klein panties with a visible wet spot.
“We haven’t done anything yet but you’re already this wet?” Alon said, gaining a blush from Aiah while avoiding his gaze.
After peeling off the garment, he slowly leans into her crotch and licks the dark spot making her jolt. He then stands up, creases Aiah’s cheeks and slowly leans in to kiss her. The kiss was soft; Aiah obviously was shy having no clue what to do next.
After the kiss he made Aiah face the mirror again. She quickly turns red seeing herself almost completely naked. Alon made her lean on to the mirror and bring her hands up to hold onto it. She felt his hands at the border of her panties and gently pulled it to the side revealing her wet pussy.
Alon lift his hands off of Aiah to take his own clothes off while still looking at Aiah with visible anticipation in the mirror.
“Are you ready?” Alon asked Aiah, only receiving a small nod after a few seconds.
He then gently inserts the head of his dick into her until he is buried deep. Aiah relaxed herself to fully accept Alon into her opening. Alon started gently building up his momentum until he’s final thoroughly fucking Aiah into the mirror.
Aiah is in pure bliss watching her reflection being fucked. Alon gripping her hips and slamming himself into her. Aiah covers her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet not to attract people into the room.
After a while, Alon pulled Aiah to the couch at the other side of the room. Alon sat on the couch and made Aiah sit on him facing away from him. Aiah rode Alon until she feels her climax building up.
“That’s it, Aiah” alone whispered near her ears. “Keep fucking yourself onto my dick. Make yourself cum”
Aiah’s moans became louder still but still trying to keep it low. Aiah shudders as she came while still bouncing on Alon.
“I want to see your face” not letting her rest, Alon made Aiah lie on the couch then quickly inserts himself inside Aiah.
This time, there was no need to go slow at the start, he started quick, made sure Aiah felt every inch of him. Aiah wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him for a sloppy kiss.
Alon now building his climax, “where do you want my cum?” he asked Aiah.
“Cum on my face. I want to see myself with your cum all over me” Alon freed himself from Aiah’s snatch then went to her face and came all over her. Making sure that every inch of her face is covered, even coming inside her mouth.
After coming all over Aiah they heard someone from the other corner of the room.
“Well, that was a show,” Mikha said, standing in the room and watching everything unfold.
“Oh my god,” Aiah gasped, quickly trying to cover herself, though her efforts were in vain.
“Were you here the whole time?” Alon asked, eyes wide.
“Just when you started fucking her missionary” Mikha replied casually.
Mikha walked towards them then sat beside Aiah.
“You look so hot covered in his cum” Mikha said then proceeds to lick her cheeks then kiss Aiah on the lips.
Mikha took out her phone and took a selfie of her licking the cum off of Aiah’s face.
“Next time you do something like this, make sure to include me. I don’t want to feel left out”. Mikha told them while checking the photo if they look good.
“Next time?” Alon and Aiah said at the same time, surprised by the statement.
“Of course, you can't keep all the fun to yourselves, besides the others might even want to join as well” Mikha proclaims that demanded both of them to put their clothes on.
While putting their clothes back on Aiah went to Alon to kiss him on the lips and thank him. Still feeling shy about everything that happened, Aiah immediately runs away. Alone only smiles wondering what adventure awaits him with other BINI members.
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