Backstage
Kim Winter x M!Reader Smut
There are many ways to congratulate a loved one on an achievement that both of you are equally proud of. Too many, but let's list a few: taking them to a café, buying them a book, ordering them a cake, holding a party…
Fucking her against the mirror?
Yeah, that works too.
You and Winter know the risks of doing this, though you still have gone through with the frantic fucking. Of course, it's difficult to think of risks when you are pounding her against the mirror, but you try your best to remember.
"Haaah, oh my god! Fuck!"
One, she's a newly debuted K-Pop idol. Surely the media would love rough, public sex with an unnamed boyfriend to be the first thing to be reported about æspa's visual Winter. God, they would eat it up like wolves.
But this is why you are having sex with her right now, right? Because she has finally achieved her dream and debuted?
Winter's hands grip the sides of the cream-colored mirror frame, her cheek pressed against the mirror as her own small frame shakes under the force of your thrusts. She's enjoying it, nevertheless; her moans are loud and high-pitched, and her tight pussy swallows your cock fully, clenching on it as if refusing to let it go.
"Ahh—ahh, daddy!"
Two, this is in public. Anyone can easily snap a photo of you fucking Winter senseless, and any of the Aespa members could pass by and see you. The CCTVs are on too, recording every single second of your frantic fucking.
But what good is life without danger? And wouldn't the men behind the CCTVs enjoy the show?
Wrap Winter's wavy blonde hair in your fist and yank it downwards, forcing her to watch the sinful act the two of you engage in being reflected in the mirror. But even the hair-pulling you do would not have her see the scene playing out in front of her; her flickering ocean blue eyes are lulled to the back of her head.
"Harder…harder, please!"
And finally, third…
You realize you cannot think of any. Your mind is in a lusted trance, only capable of thinking of Winter and her tight slim body being pounded against the mirror.
Fuck!
You shove harder upwards, hitting her cervix and also a certain spot that has her moans increase in volume, echoing down the halls of the SBS building.
You reach for her delectable breasts under the black jacket, feeling and squeezing her mounds above the pink skimpy stage outfit. She moans wantonly, sensitivity running through her body which you greedily grope and caress, loving the feeling of the tight slim body shaking at the force of your thrusts.
"Little slut," you say, roughly tunring her around and slamming her back on the mirror, not stopping your unrelenting thrusts. Your degrading words are like the opposite to Winter, evoking more slick from her that coats your cock and a whimper.
In this position you can see her pleasured face: her lower lip tucked under her teeth, eyes shut tightly, and cheeks red from the stimulation. That is all you have to see for you to arrive closer and closer to the edge; all it would take is just another—
Winter orgasms first. Her skin prickles and she lets out a whiny cry as she comes, her legs quivering like a leaf under rain and wrapping tighter around your waist.
Although her name would suggest another thing, the rain is a spray of her cum and wetness on the floor. You follow up with a grunt as you release too, fluids mingling and mixing with her own and filling her to the brim with hot, sticky cum.
Winter gasps in your arms in exhaustion, her shoulders heaving up and down. Her eyes take notice of your cum that has stained the little outfit she is supposed to wear for her debut stage, the fluid down her thighs.
"My god. You ruined my dress." But her words are not out of alarm. Instead they are light, and her lips let out a mischievous laugh one makes after doing something they weren't supposed to do.
"You can ask the stylist for another one."
"This is the only one I can wear to dance properly!"
"Do you seriously think that after what we did you would be able to dance?"
Now Winter's cheeks are the same color as the ruined dress: a soft shade of pink among white. She punches you in the shoulder playfully, the two of you sharing a laugh.
You gently set her down on her feet before giving her forehead a soft kiss. "Good luck with the debut."

















