Behind the spotlight (MikhAiah 🔞)

If you're not comfortable with this genre, skip. Seperate fiction from reality. TAGLISH. All of this are just my IMAGINATIONS

NOTE:

Guys! Huwag nyo na pansinin yung mga maling spelling Ng word at wrong grammar.

IDOL x Fan(Private relationship)

Characters:

Idol/A-Adriana

Fan/M-Miro

EXTRA CHARAC:

CALEB

-Adrianna's colleague/loveteam partner.

START

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Adriana stepped off the stage, her body still buzzing from the high of the performance. She waved to her fans and made her way backstage, her eyes scanning the shadows for him. Miro was waiting, He was waiting for her, as always, tucked in the shadows where no one could recognize him. Adriana’s heart skipped a beat when she spotted him, but his expression wasn’t what she expected.

His jaw was tight, his arms crossed, and his usual warmth was replaced by a simmering tension.

“Miro?” she asked softly, stepping closer.

He glanced at her, his dark eyes narrowing. “Great show, you're amazing,” he said, his tone clipped.

She felt that something was wrong and she asked Miro.

“What’s wrong?” asked Adriana.

He stepped towards her, his height and presence is overwhelming.

“What’s wrong?

Caleb touching you during that duet—that’s what’s wrong. And the way you smiled at him? It didn’t look fake to me.” he answered.

Adriana sighed, frustration bubbling beneath her skin. “Miro, it’s acting. It’s for the fans. It’s—”

“It’s too much,” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch that, knowing you’re mine but not being able to do anything about it?”

Adriana’s eyes softened, but her own temper flared. “Do you think I enjoy pretending you don’t exist? Hiding this? Hiding us? You’re the only one I want, Miro. But this is my job. Can we not do this here?"

His eyes softened for a moment, He thought to himself that Adriana was right, they shouldn't do their argument here. But his jealousy still lingered. “You don’t understand what it’s like, Adriana. To be in love with someone the whole world wants—and can’t have.”

Adriana reached for his hand, her voice gentle and softer now. “I do understand, Miro. You’re the only one I want. But we can’t fight like this here. Let’s go back to the hotel and talk, okay?”

He hesitated before nodding, his grip tightening on her hand as they left the venue together.

His jaw clenched, his dark eyes searching hers. Finally, he nodded, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go.”

---

The ride to the hotel was tense, neither of them speaking, but the air between them crackled with something raw and electric. As soon as they entered their suite, the door barely closed before Miro pinned Adriana against it, his hands gripping her wrists.

“You’re mine, right? Not Caleb's?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Say it.”

Her breath hitched, her pulse racing. “I’m yours, not Caleb's hmm?"

“Prove it.” before Adriana could respond, Miro's lips crashed against hers, demanding and unrelenting.

Adriana moaned into the kiss, her hands threading through Miro's hair as he pressed his body against hers.

Miro's fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt, pushing it down in one fluid motion. She gasped as the cool air hit her thighs, but her protest was swallowed by Miro’s lips.

“You think Caleb could make you feel like this?” he asked, while he rubbed his thumb at Adriana's underwear. Voice rough as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him.

“No,” she breathed, her fingers clawing at his shirt to yank it off.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his teeth grazing her neck.

“No one else, Miro. Just you.”

Her words seemed to unleash something primal in him.

He pulled it over her head, his lips returning to hers before moving lower, his kisses trailing down her collarbone to the swell of her chest.

Miro's hand cupped her breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. Adriana arched into his touch, her body arching for more.

Adriana's hands worked on the buttons of Miro's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders as his fingers fumbled with the zipper of her jeans. Feeling Miro's rock-hard dick. She can feel it even when Miro's boxer were on.

—after that, Miro wasted no time unclasping Adriana's bra, tossing it aside before taking her nipple into his mouth. Adriana moaned, "Ngh..!" her back arching as his tongue swirled over her sensitive skin.

——

He spun her around, bending her slightly over the edge of the desk in the room. Her breath came in shallow pants as he trailed his fingers down her back, pulling her panties down agonizingly slowly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Adriana shivered, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he pressed against her from behind. His touch was both rough and precise, making her gasp as he claimed her.

The intensity of their movements sent papers scattering off the desk, their passion echoing through the suite. Adriana cried out his name, "MI-MIROO AHNGHH!"

Her body arching as he pushed her higher and higher.

M: I'm gonna cum!

A: sa-same here, faster!

After Adriana came, Miro

M:haah.. that was amazing..

---

They collapsed onto the bed moments later, their breaths mingling as they stared at each other. Adriana’s hand slid up his chest, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Do you believe me now?” she asked softly.

He smirked, his hand sliding down to her thigh. “Not yet.” playing with Adriana's clit. Earning a moan from her.

A: ngh..! Wa-wai!

“Knew it, you're still not done,” she teased, her lips brushing against his.

Miro smirked, his hand tangling in her hair. “Nope, not even close.”

Before she could respond, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head.

He smirked, and said, "You’re going to ride me now,” his voice low and commanding.

Adriana’s cheeks flushed, but her body responded immediately. She positioned her self and Miro's dick. She straddled him, her hands bracing against his chest as she moved.

Miro groaned, "ah.. good girl.."his hands gripping her hips to guide her.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his gaze locked on hers. “Show me who I belong to.”

Her movements grew bolder, their rhythm wild and unrestrained. Miro’s name spilled from her lips, "Miro.. nghh fuc-nghhhh," her head thrown back as she gave herself over to him completely.

When they finally collapsed together, their bodies tangled and slick with sweat, Miro pulled her close, his lips brushing against her temple.

“No one else gets to have you like this,” he murmured.

“Only you,” Adriana whispered, her voice soft but certain.

END

AUTHOR:

Good eve, everyone. Hindi 'ko na binasa kaya baka may error.

Suggest ulit kayo ng scenario, hehe.

Thanks sa nag suggest ng scenario na'to (idol x fan).

More pa, 'yung with ship na sana, haha. Thanks.

Ano next? JhoCey or MaColet?

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