Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

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.

Joon-ho's gaze was locked on her — steady, grounding, the same way he'd looked at her the very first night they crossed that line between healer and woman. His hand cupped her cheek as he pressed forward, slow, deliberate. The blunt head of his cock eased against her entrance, meeting the slick resistance of her body.

Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders. Her whole body shivered. Inch by inch, he filled her, stretching her walls, making her gasp out loud as the intrusion became more than memory, more than imagination. She had dreamed of this, craved it, but nothing compared to the heat, the weight, the way he invaded her fully.

Her breath hitched. "Oh—god… you're… so deep—"

"Breathe," Joon-ho murmured, his voice low, a growl meant only for her. "You can take it. You always take me so well."

She clenched around him, helpless, her thighs trembling as he sank all the way in, their hips pressed flush. Her walls throbbed around him, the sensation almost too much after so long. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes — not from pain, but from the overwhelming relief of being filled again.

Joon-ho didn't move at once. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, long and slow, letting her body adjust. Only when she exhaled shakily against his mouth did he pull back slightly, then thrust forward again — deep, steady, grinding into her until she moaned into his lips.

The rhythm began — unhurried, deliberate. He withdrew slowly, savoring every inch dragging out of her before driving back in, pressing against the deepest part of her. Mirae clung to him, her nails leaving crescents in his skin as her moans grew louder, breaking free with every thrust.

"I missed this…" she gasped between kisses. "Missed you inside me—"

Joon-ho kissed her again, silencing the rest with his mouth, his tongue sliding against hers. When he pulled back, his words rumbled against her lips:

"You're mine, Mirae. Every part of you remembers me."

Her body answered before she could speak — her hips rising to meet his, her legs locking tighter around him. Their lips met again and again, kisses messy, desperate, filled with gasps as he continued to drive into her slowly, deeply, claiming her with every thrust.

When he finally shifted, sitting up and pulling her with him, Mirae let out a startled gasp. She straddled him instinctively, her thighs wrapping around his waist, his cock never leaving her as she adjusted to the new position. She was flush against him, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples dragging against his skin with each subtle movement. The friction made her whimper, her head falling against his shoulder.

Joon-ho's arms wrapped around her back, holding her close, his lips brushing her ear. "Move with me."

She obeyed without thinking, rocking her hips slowly, grinding down against him. Every shift drove him deeper, pressing against the sensitive spot inside her that made her toes curl. She moaned louder now, unrestrained, her voice spilling into the space between kisses.

"Oppa—ahh—deeper… yes, like that—"

Her confession broke through the haze. Between moans, she whispered things she had never dared admit aloud.

"I thought of you every night… when it got too much, when I thought I'd break—" Her breath shuddered, tears of release stinging her eyes. "No one makes me feel like this… only you."

Joon-ho's grip tightened, his forehead resting against hers. His breaths were heavy, ragged, but his pace didn't change. He didn't rush her. He wanted her to feel every second, every inch, every heartbeat.

"Mirae," he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest into hers. "You're not alone. You'll never be alone again."

She sobbed softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another desperate kiss. Her hips moved harder now, not to chase release, but to fuse herself against him, to make sure he couldn't disappear from her body or her life.

Their rhythm stayed steady, deep, a slow burn that spread through every vein, every nerve. The intimacy was suffocating — skin to skin, lips locked, nipples brushing with every movement, their sweat mixing, their moans caught between them.

She clung to him, her face buried in his shoulder as her body trembled. He held her tighter, grounding her as he drove upward with each thrust, steady and relentless.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room — wet, lewd, intimate. Mirae's moans rose higher, broken, helpless, her nails scraping his back as if to anchor herself.

"Oppa… don't let me go…"

"Never," he answered, kissing her again, his words muffled against her lips.

The heat coiled between them, but neither rushed. It wasn't about chasing climax — it was about savoring the reunion, the intimacy of being lost in each other again after so long apart.

The rhythm between them deepened, heavy and relentless, a steady push of flesh against flesh. Mirae's body, already stretched taut by Joon-ho's thickness, trembled harder with every thrust. Her breath caught, her nails raked across his shoulder blades, and then the sound escaped her throat — high, soft, broken.

"Ahhh—Oppa—" Her voice cracked, her lips brushing his ear as her hips jerked. "I'm cumming—"

The words dissolved into a shuddering moan as her walls clamped tight around him, rippling in sharp, involuntary flutters that pulled him deeper with every contraction. Heat rushed through her, wave after wave of release, the kind that stole her breath without warning.

Joon-ho groaned low, guttural, his face buried against her neck. He kissed her feverishly, open-mouthed, almost desperate as he swallowed her cry. Her body bucked against his, her thighs locking around his waist while his cock drove in again, grinding at the very core of her trembling heat.

"Ahhh, Mirae…" His voice was ragged, heavy with restraint, as he kissed and bit his way along her throat. "You feel incredible when you let go like this."

She gasped at his words, at the deep vibration of his groan against her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, desperate for more even as her body tried to shy away from the overstimulation. But Joon-ho didn't let her escape. His lips sealed to her neck, sucking hard until the blood rushed up to stain her porcelain skin with a dark, blooming mark.

"Ahh—Oppa—!" she cried, her back arching, breasts pressing against his chest as his teeth grazed her pulse point. The sting was sharp, but the heat it left behind had her hips jerking involuntarily, grinding against the thick length still pistoning into her.

When he finally pulled back, Mirae was gasping, her voice raw, her throat burning with sound. He trailed lower without pause, capturing one stiffened nipple between his lips. The wet drag of his tongue circled her sensitive peak, swirling again and again until she cried out.

"Ahhh—no, I can't—"

He ignored her protest, sucking harder, letting his teeth graze her before soothing the sting with his tongue. Her chest heaved under his mouth, the sensation shooting sparks down her belly to where his cock filled her, still stroking deep, steady, unrelenting. Every thrust rubbed against the tender swell of her orgasm, forcing her high to linger, her body twitching helplessly in his arms.

She was breaking apart piece by piece, lost in the swirl of his mouth and the stretch of his cock. All she could do was cling tighter, her cries spilling louder into the darkened room.

"Mirae," he whispered against her breast, his voice warm, muffled by the swell of her flesh. "Every sound you make… I want it. Don't hold back for me."

Her head shook weakly, but her voice betrayed her, breaking free with each thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin, wet and lewd, mingled with her moans until she couldn't tell them apart.

Then suddenly, Joon-ho shifted, rolling them both with practiced strength. Mirae let out a startled gasp as her back met the sheets, then her body curved into his as he pulled her into a new position — spooning, his chest tight to her back, his cock never leaving her.

Her breath hitched as she felt the change. His length sank in from behind at a new angle, pushing deeper, dragging against the spot that made her toes curl instantly. One of his arms wrapped firm across her torso, holding her breasts, while the other slipped down between her thighs. His hand found her clit in the slick mess of her folds, two fingers circling in slow, deliberate strokes.

Mirae wailed, her body jolting forward. "Ahhh—too much—it feels too good—"

He pressed his lips to her ear, his voice a dark whisper. "Let it take you. I'm right here with you."

His thrusts never faltered, slow but powerful in their depth, driving all the way in until his hips met her ass with a wet smack. Each stroke rocked her forward, only to be pulled back against him again by his arm. The double assault — the fullness inside, the merciless circles against her clit — had her eyes rolling back, her voice breaking into raw, helpless sobs.

"Oppa—ahhh—please—"

Her body twisted, trying to escape the overload, but his hold was iron. His hand on her breast squeezed, pinching her nipple, while the other rubbed faster against her swollen clit. His breath burned against her ear, ragged and hot.

"Stay with me," he murmured, his words fraying at the edges with his own rising need. "I want to feel you fall apart in my arms."

She shook her head, tears leaking down her flushed cheeks. "I can't—I can't—"

But her body betrayed her, her walls fluttering wildly around him, her thighs squeezing as her climax mounted with violent inevitability.

"Yes, you can," he whispered, thrusts growing harder, sharper, shaking the bed. "Give yourself to me… Mirae, come with me."

Her voice tore from her throat, high and desperate, as the orgasm ripped through her. "Oppa—ahhh—!"

Her cunt clenched tight around his cock, pulsing in relentless spasms that milked him with every second. Her body shook violently, trembling in his arms as she screamed, voice breaking into sobs.

Joon-ho's answering groan was deep, dragged from somewhere primal, but softened by the way he held her close. His hips pressed forward, burying himself to the hilt as his own climax tore through him. His cock twitched inside her, spilling thick, hot release into her womb. The warmth flooded her, overflowing, leaking down her thighs in messy streaks as his cum filled every inch.

He held her tight as his body jerked with each pulse of release, his groans rough in her ear. His thrusts slowed, then stopped, but his cock remained buried deep, their bodies locked together as if they couldn't bear separation.

Mirae collapsed against him, boneless, trembling. Her sobs had softened into ragged breaths, her body still twitching with aftershocks. His hand eased from her clit to her stomach, holding her firmly against his chest, as if anchoring her through the storm.

"Good girl…" he murmured, voice softened now, lips brushing her temple. "So good for me."

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, her lashes damp. A weak smile curved her lips, exhausted but glowing with warmth. She turned her face slightly toward him, whispering between shaky breaths.

"I missed this… I missed you."

Joon-ho's heart clenched at her words. He pressed his forehead to hers, then kissed the corner of her mouth gently, reverently. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, his cock still nestled deep inside her, refusing to let go.

Their legs tangled together, sweat-slick skin sliding, breaths evening slowly in the dim room. Outside, the wind pressed faintly against the windows, but within the bed, time felt stilled.

Mirae burrowed deeper into his hold, eyelids drooping with exhaustion. Her last conscious thought was the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her back, the warmth of his body enveloping hers.

The world outside could wait. The cameras, the noise, the weight of everything—none of it mattered here. Not in this bed, not in his arms.

As her breathing evened into the soft cadence of sleep, Joon-ho kissed her hair one last time, whispering words only the night would keep.

"You're safe. Always with me."

Together, still joined, they drifted into slumber. The storm outside raged, but inside the room, Mirae's face smoothed into peace at last, her body and heart tied in intimacy with the man she had always belonged to.