BTS boyxboy smutshots

JiHope - Katoptronophilia

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.