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[denden-yuki]

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.  

[denden-yuki]

BINI Smut Part 1 I Feel Good ft. BINI Mikha 963 wrods

It was a well-deserved day-off for the Filipino girl group BINI. The members were out on a trip with their friends while others just visited their families at home. Mikha was the only one who did not leave and just decided on resting at their dorm. But being alone was not doing her any good and just causing her stress for making her think of future schedules.

Mikha remembered her step-brother Alon. She knows that she can call him about any concern that she has, so call him is what she did.

Some time later.

Mikha’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she leaned against the door of her dorm room. She bit her lower lip, glancing at Alon, who stood a few feet away, his eyes dark with desire. “Tinawag kita for a reason,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I need you to help me… relieve some stress.”

Alon didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Mikha gasped as she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh through his jeans. “You’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tama ba?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his toned chest. Her fingers trailed down his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under her touch. Alon’s hands were busy, too, unbuttoning her blouse with practiced ease. When the fabric fell open, revealing her lacy bra, he groaned low in his throat. “Fuck, Mikha,” he said, his voice rough. “Ang perfect mo.”

Mikha’s heart raced as Alon’s fingers hooked into the cups of her bra, pulling it down to expose her breasts. His mouth was on her nipples instantly, his tongue circling and flicking, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he sucked and teased, her back arching against the door.

“Alon,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you. Now.”

He didn’t make her wait. In one swift motion, he unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Mikha stepped out of it, kicking it aside as Alon’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against her as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Mikha’s breath caught in her throat as his cock sprang free, thick and ready. “You’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes wide with lust.

Alon smirked, crawling over her on the bed. “You’re going to take all of it,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “Aren’t you?”

Mikha nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. Alon’s fingers found her panties, pulling them aside to expose her wetness. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, making her moan and squirm. “Please, Alon,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”

He obliged, slowly pushing into her, inch by agonizing inch. Mikha’s breath hitched as she felt him stretching her, filling her completely. “Fuck, I feel good” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips thrusting into her with a steady rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the creaking of the bed as Alon fucked her, deep and hard. Mikha’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he hit all the right spots. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him as she teetered on the edge.

After a while, they decided to change positions now with Mikha on top. Mikha gently slid down his shaft and started bouncing.

Just as she was about to come, there was a knock at the door. Mikha froze, her eyes widening in panic. “Shit,” she whispered. “Nanjan na sila.”

Alon didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into her, his pace unrelenting. “Hayaan mo sila,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Let them see how good you look when you come.”

Mikha’s breath caught as the door opened, and the dorm members walked in, their eyes widening as they took in the scene before them. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was the way Alon was making her feel, the way his cock was driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Alon,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

“Then come,” he commanded, his thrusts growing harder and faster. “Come for me, Mikha.”

And she did. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing as she screamed his name. Alon groaned, his own release following close behind as he spilled himself inside her, his hips jerking with the force of it.

The dorm members stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and arousal. Alon pulled out slowly, collapsing next to Mikha on the bed. He turned to the members, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “You two might want to leave,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “We’re not done yet.”

As the members hesitated, Mikha rolled over, her body still humming with pleasure. She reached for Alon, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Let’s give them a show,” she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting.

Alon’s grin widened as he pulled her on top of him, ready for round two. The dorm members’ eyes locked onto the pair, their breaths hitching as Mikha sank down onto Alon, her moans filling the room once more.

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Bucket List Interlude—Experiment Five Point Five

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I'm writing this for @co-reborn.

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[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

Hey Pervert.

I realise we missed one spot that night.

Meet me at the science labs.

If that's not enough for you, I guess this'll be enough.

(Photo)

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You slam your phone face down on the table, your eyes bugged, heart racing. The sound of your phone goes unnoticed under the loud noises of your classmates leaving the class though. 

Nayeon just sent you another nude—her in formal wear, her blouse unbuttoned and spread open to show her beautiful tits, and a high-waisted skirt with a slit so high that showed her supple thighs, but she'd gone ahead and spread her legs open to show you her pussy, dripping with arousal. Nayeon is sat high on the lab workbench, her camera capturing the open windows with students just outside the lab, none the wiser about how indecent their Queen was just a few feet from them. 

Another string of texts.

[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

I'll see you soon, Daddy

Can't wait to feel you fuck my pussy the way you always do

My naughty, slutty pussy needs your cock Daddy, come fuck me like the whore I am.

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The Science block is empty by the time you reach its corridors. You know exactly which lab Nayeon is in. You already have your backpack off before you step into the lab, and you throw it aside once you step into said lab. Nayeon turns around at the sound, and with three steps you aggressively pin Nayeon against the workbench, your lips crashing against hers in a deep torrid kiss. There is no time for any sort of foreplay—you're just as horny as she is after her display for you. 

You violently pull at her tucked blouse after breaking the kiss. A hard yank pulls the cloth beneath her belt free, and with a swift motion, you almost tear her blouse open. The rhythmic popping of her buttons being undone in one swoop has Nayeon gasping, and with a shove, both Nayeon's blazer and blouse fall off her shoulders. Nayeon helps you to pull her upperwear off, then you pull at your own shirt and throw it on the floor on top of Nayeon's clothing. Both of you are now topless, and Nayeon pounces to pin you against the wall of the lab now, your lips crashing together in another deep kiss, her hands pulling your body flush against hers. You can feel how hard her nipples are against your skin, feel how desperately she wants you to fuck her in her kiss. 

When Nayeon breaks the kiss, her fingers fumble with your belt. In her rush, her movements are fast and precise, and she looks up at you with so much lust and arousal that it even adds to your already overflowing lust. 

"Hi Daddy, ready to fuck me until I scream? I didn't wear any underwear again today Daddy, and now I'm so horny for your cock."

Nayeon leaves your pants open, and then she pulls you over to the teacher's bench. She turns around to pull your cock out of its prison, and after a few cheeky strokes, she turns around and bends over as she pulls her skirt up to show you her dripping pussy. You kick your shoes aside, then throw your pants over your shoes. Nayeon kicks her shoes aside as well.

"I'm all yours to fuck, Daddy."

"Fuck yes you are." 

You line yourself up with Nayeon's pussy, and one thrust has you filling the pussy you love. You swear that her hole's made just for you to fuck—in fact, it almost feels as if her pussy's moulded in the shape of your cock. Nayeon's so damned wet, so damned warm, and you take off, pounding the girl beneath you just the way you like, just the way she wants. 

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me Daddy, fuck me just like that! Fuck me like the whore I am for your cock!"

"Fuck!"

You spare no mercy for the girl beneath you. The hard claps of your hips against her ass can be heard outside by any student or member of staff walking by, and you aren't even hiding what you're doing—anyone with eyes could look in and find you railing Nayeon right at the teacher's bench. In fact, you wanted people to watch you rail her. You wanted to show them how much their Queen they idolized and revered was just a common cockslut, enslaved to the pleasure that sex gave her, the thrill of exhibiting herself, making a show of having her pussy fucked like a common whore. Nayeon was well on her way to helping you achieve that goal anyway—she's unable to hold back the unmistakable moans of pleasure as she braces herself against the bench with how hard you rail her pussy. Your hips slam against her asscheeks with every hard thrust that sends you hilting into your personal cocksheath. Pump after pump of your cock into Nayeon's body has her trembling and quaking where she stands, her head bowed, eyes closed as the pleasure washes over her in waves. No, you can't have her trying to hide herself. She wanted a fucking in public, and you're damn well going to make a show of it. 

"Agh—FUCK!" Nayeon yelps when you grab a fistful of her hair and pull it back. You ensure to keep your strength in check—you don't want to hurt her after all—but you yank her head back nonetheless. With your mouth next to her ear, you rile her up even harder with dirty talk. 

"What's this, Nayeon? Trying to hide your moans? You're the one who asked for a fucking, and you're trying to hide your moans? No, no, you don't get to! Go on, moan for Daddy, tell everyone who you belong to! Tell everyone whose cock owns you! Tell the whole school you're just a cockslut who loves getting fucked in public with Daddy's cock, that you're addicted to having your hole pumped full of Daddy's cum!"

"Fuck, fuck, yes! I'm yours, Daddy! I'm a slave for your cock! I'm a cockslut, your cockslut! I want to be fucked just like that, Daddy, fucked in public like the whore, the slut I am!"

"That's it, tell everyone! Admit it, admit  that you're just a whore who loves being watched while being fucked like that! Tell everyone you're my whore!"

"I'm a whore, Daddy! I'm a whore who wants to be watched having sex, I want to be seen cumming all over your cock, Daddy, I want to be seen while being fucked by your cock, while I'm fucking your cock! I want them to see you cum in me, to see how much of a slut I am for Daddy's cum! Please, please Daddy, cum in your whore, show them all how much I deserve Daddy's cum! Show them all how Daddy cums into this cockslut! Show them how the Queen bends over for your cock!"

"Oh, SHIT!"

Nayeon's begging throws you over the edge. Cum explodes out of your cock into Nayeon's pussy as you fuck her throughout every spurt. It almost feels surreal, like you lose yourself to pleasure entirely. Everything sounds as if you're underwater—Nayeon's screams of pleasure, your animalistic grunts, the sound of squirt gushing out in between every thrust of your orgasming cock into Nayeon's cumming body. All you can feel is how tight Nayeon's orgasming pussy is, and how damned fucking good it feels to spear every shot of your thick cum deep into Im Nayeon's womb, how damned fucking amazing it feels to fuck Nayeon this wildly. Even as she bucks and convulses through her own orgasm, possessed by the pleasure, you grip her hips tight and pound her through your own, uncaring of how messy she is, how loud she is, how loud you are. You're consumed by your goal—to make a show of your sex with her, to show everyone how much you loved public sex with Im Nayeon, and how much their revered Queen was no different, just a mere slave to sexual pleasure that she sought out herself. 

When both you and Nayeon fall silent, your orgasms finally ending, you slide out of her and fall back to the wall behind you for support. Nayeon grips the workbench hard, her shaky legs unable to support her weight after you had your way with her. Everything beneath her is covered in squirt—the cabinets, the floor, your legs, her legs, even the wall behind you isn't spared. Inevitably, her knees buckle, but you catch her and lower her to the ground for a much-needed seat and a rest. 

Both you and Nayeon sit side by side, spent from the pure fucking both of you enjoyed. Both of you are dirty, covered in sweat and each other's cum, but you begin to giggle and Nayeon soon follows, before she pecks your cheek. 

"Thank you, Daddy."

Fuck.