The room was dim and golden, the Jeju skyline glowing faint through the curtains. The king-sized bed creaked softly beneath Mirae's trembling frame as she lay on her back, hair splayed across the pillow, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. Her thighs spread wider as Joon-ho leaned over her, his cock thick and hard, sliding slowly against her slick folds.
The first brush of his length made her whimper, her hips twitching upward instinctively. Weeks of stress, of lonely nights, of forcing herself to smile under cameras — all of it crashed in on her at once in that single moment of anticipation. She tilted her head back, lips parted, voice catching.
"Oppa…"
The word was broken, needy, her tone nothing like the polished idol that fans knew. This was Mirae stripped bare, heart and body exposed.
