#mikha lim

[biniversity]

[denden-yuki]

BINI Smut Part 1 I Feel Good ft. BINI Mikha 963 wrods

It was a well-deserved day-off for the Filipino girl group BINI. The members were out on a trip with their friends while others just visited their families at home. Mikha was the only one who did not leave and just decided on resting at their dorm. But being alone was not doing her any good and just causing her stress for making her think of future schedules.

Mikha remembered her step-brother Alon. She knows that she can call him about any concern that she has, so call him is what she did.

Some time later.

Mikha’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she leaned against the door of her dorm room. She bit her lower lip, glancing at Alon, who stood a few feet away, his eyes dark with desire. “Tinawag kita for a reason,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I need you to help me… relieve some stress.”

Alon didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Mikha gasped as she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh through his jeans. “You’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tama ba?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his toned chest. Her fingers trailed down his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under her touch. Alon’s hands were busy, too, unbuttoning her blouse with practiced ease. When the fabric fell open, revealing her lacy bra, he groaned low in his throat. “Fuck, Mikha,” he said, his voice rough. “Ang perfect mo.”

Mikha’s heart raced as Alon’s fingers hooked into the cups of her bra, pulling it down to expose her breasts. His mouth was on her nipples instantly, his tongue circling and flicking, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he sucked and teased, her back arching against the door.

“Alon,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you. Now.”

He didn’t make her wait. In one swift motion, he unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Mikha stepped out of it, kicking it aside as Alon’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against her as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Mikha’s breath caught in her throat as his cock sprang free, thick and ready. “You’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes wide with lust.

Alon smirked, crawling over her on the bed. “You’re going to take all of it,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “Aren’t you?”

Mikha nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. Alon’s fingers found her panties, pulling them aside to expose her wetness. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, making her moan and squirm. “Please, Alon,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”

He obliged, slowly pushing into her, inch by agonizing inch. Mikha’s breath hitched as she felt him stretching her, filling her completely. “Fuck, I feel good” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips thrusting into her with a steady rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the creaking of the bed as Alon fucked her, deep and hard. Mikha’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he hit all the right spots. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him as she teetered on the edge.

After a while, they decided to change positions now with Mikha on top. Mikha gently slid down his shaft and started bouncing.

Just as she was about to come, there was a knock at the door. Mikha froze, her eyes widening in panic. “Shit,” she whispered. “Nanjan na sila.”

Alon didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into her, his pace unrelenting. “Hayaan mo sila,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Let them see how good you look when you come.”

Mikha’s breath caught as the door opened, and the dorm members walked in, their eyes widening as they took in the scene before them. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was the way Alon was making her feel, the way his cock was driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Alon,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

“Then come,” he commanded, his thrusts growing harder and faster. “Come for me, Mikha.”

And she did. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing as she screamed his name. Alon groaned, his own release following close behind as he spilled himself inside her, his hips jerking with the force of it.

The dorm members stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and arousal. Alon pulled out slowly, collapsing next to Mikha on the bed. He turned to the members, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “You two might want to leave,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “We’re not done yet.”

As the members hesitated, Mikha rolled over, her body still humming with pleasure. She reached for Alon, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Let’s give them a show,” she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting.

Alon’s grin widened as he pulled her on top of him, ready for round two. The dorm members’ eyes locked onto the pair, their breaths hitching as Mikha sank down onto Alon, her moans filling the room once more.

[iznsfw]

Fuck.

[renku]

Red (Part I)

BINI Mikha Lim x Male Reader

A/N: Sorry it took long for this fic. There are no actions here yet but I plan to put it all in the next one. Apologies again, work is just taking too much of my time.

「 Si besarte fuera pecado, caminaría feliz por el infierno. 」

「 If kissing you were a sin, I would happily walk through hell. 」

∼ ∼ ∼

Wandering around for a considerable amount of minutes made some people look. Few attempted to ask what's wrong, ‘cause painted all over your face was straight up discomfort. Not a single soul—maybe, too intimidated.

“What's taking her so long?” you murmured. It's already past nine and having to explain what took both of you long isn’t what you signed up for. Ticks from the clock makes it even more frustrating. Game night plans? Uninterrupted long sleep ‘til morning? All gone.

Patience continues to drop exponentially; pulling out your phone in a haste to call her. First ring. Second ring. Third ring. Finally, she picked up.

“Hotshot! What’s up?”

Unbelievable. “Uhm... hate to break your enthusiasm, are you intentionally keeping me wait?” trying to sound calm as much as possible. “You still have an event to attend, miss. If I might add.”

“Relax! We’re not going to be late,” she remarked with same attitude.

“Mik- miss, you know me. It’s not that I care, I just hate waiting,” a composed response coming from you. Trying not to sound mad.

“Give me five more minutes! I promise I’ll come down right away.”

“My goodness, Mikhs. Still the same,” a comment you could’ve said but chose not to.

Five minutes. Intrusive thoughts urging you to go up continues to rise. Just a bit more.

“Hotshot!”

Guess it won’t be necessary. After of what it felt like forever. You turned around to see if all the wait was worth it. Long, black dress, fine makeup—not too strong yet not too light to highlight her facial features, and her signature red hair put you in a trance for a few seconds. This is not something new in your part, but yes, her beauty is more captivating than what people can see in their screens.

Mikha did her best to come down quickly. “I'm sorry if I made you wait,” she said with a pouty face. You hate it when Mikha does it. She knew she's at fault but always get away.

“All set?” you asked.

“Yes, yes, can hit the road now. By the way, how do I look?”

“Is that really necessary? You’re Mikha Lim,” you replied in a sarcastic note, as if you're shaking off the question.

Mikha rolled her eyes. “Tss... Fine...”

She walked towards the main door where the car is waiting outside. You followed right away and took the back seat with her. Giving a nod to the driver and he started to drive.

Silence filled the vehicle for a few minutes before the driver turned on the radio, adjusting the volume. Their song—the latest—Cherry on Top came right in. It was a success considering the hype they got from the fans. Who would’ve thought she’d reach this kind of milestone. It made you proud—just not being vocal about it.

“How are your parents?” a question from her out of nowhere, breaking the silence that was filled only by the song.

“They’re doing fine. Always have.”

“Glad to hear that. I kind of miss them.”

You chuckled. “I guess they feel the same. They always ask if we’re still in touch.”

“What did you say?” she asked, looking at you with curiosity and anticipation. “Well,” you paused, “I told them it’s not frequent like it was before. You’re a celebrity now.”

Mikha fell silent for a moment, before giving a faint smile and subtle nod. “Can’t say you’re wrong, it did change some things.”

“Like what?”

“You know... the old times,” she replied in an almost inaudible voice. You're not sure what she meant but it did hit you. No words were coming out of your lips. What should you say? Is it even necessary? A series of questions piled up but nothing was asked. It would be also completely useless since both of you arrived at the destination. The drive did not take much time, it was a surprise.

“Wait,” you said before getting off the car and going to the other side to open the door. You offered your hand and Mikha obliged before giving her thanks. The media knew that the members will come here so it’s no surprise cameras are flashing around.

As soon as she stepped out, you quickly wrapped her shoulders with your coat. Weather during December is quite a killer. No doubt that the dress can barely keep her warm. Mikha gracefully headed towards the entrance, maintaining the image most idols practice—perfection. It irks the hell out of you. She’s pretty much close to what you see in social media and all but can’t still ignore that uneasiness inside you. A thing that people can easily judge.

~~~

“Finally!” you exclaimed. “Finally, what?” Mikha asked out of surprise. “We finally escaped the them.”

“Oh, is that it?” Mikha giggled.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing! I just find it cute how you maintained a straight face despite hating being exposed to public.”

“As you said, exposure. Might as well do my best shot not to look funny when I'm about to be broadcasted all over the country,” you noted in quite a sarcastic note. “I know I'll be all over the headlines the next day.”

She flashed a wide smile to the statement. “We should go to the girls, they're probably expecting us by now,” Mikha expressed as she took your hand. Her hand holding yours stirred up some memories—nothing special—but all of it was pure, honest, and innocent. It was a treasured recollection buried deep within.

There were not as many tables as you expected; finding the girls was a piece of cake. They already know you so there's no need for those scripted and awkward introductions. You suck at any social setting and this is no exception. Good thing Mikha is here to cover up for that. Seeing her somehow gives you comfort, despite your mind already making an escape plan to flee the scene.

Drinks were served during all the hours of chit-chats and laughter. For the sake of being a good sport, of course, you did take shots as much as you hate drinking. Same goes for Mikha. From what you know, she can’t hold much but that was years ago. She probably improved, right?

But no, you approached her to check. “Miss? Hey, are you okay?”

She can't keep a straight face and form coherent words. Evidently, she's drunk. “You should probably take her home. The party’s good as finished anyway. We’ll take it from here,” Aiah said from behind.

“Yeah, seems like it. Thanks,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“And hey, you care for her, right?” Aiah interjected. Question took you by surprise. “She looked forward meeting you today. It wasn’t by chance that you’re the one she brought tonight. I knew she insisted you to join her. I know it. But, anyway, take care.”

Her last words were puzzling. Wasn’t even close to your story, but enough of it. You need to bring her back to the hotel first. The car was just right at the main door and the driver immediately assisted in getting Mikha inside the car. Luckily, no cameras were around.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, please. Thanks.”

“Right away, sir.”

Mikha’s completely passed out on the way back. It’s not clear when was the last time you saw her like this. Hate to admit it, this is the only time when you see her up close. Like real close. The light outside shines upon her face and in that moment, she looked beautiful—more than her visuals, in every way—weirdness, childish attitude (sometimes), kindness, and aspirations. A look beyond that admired face that many can see.

The ride only took twenty minutes. “Do you need anything, sir?” the driver inquired.

“No, I can take it from here. You can take the rest of the night. Thank you very much. We'll contact you if anything will come up. Thanks again for today.”

“Very well, sir. Thank you. Have a good night.”

“Good night as well.”

You hurried to get the other door to help Mikha. She’s lightweight but given her current state it became quite difficult to bring her to her room. Asking her room number beforehand really paid off. The place also has little to no people; fewer eyes, the better.

After successfully entering her room, putting her to bed was the first thing to do, then took off the shoes immediately. Changing her into sleeping clothes would be the final boss. But you know you already lost before it even started. It’s just not on your watch.

“What should I do? Damn it...”

~~~

Mikha woke up. She checked the clock and it’s already past seven in the morning. A familiar face surprised her—Aiah. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning, too. Dumbass.”

“Did you follow me here?”

“You should drink first,” Aiah replied, taking a glass of water and handed it over. “Here.”

Mikha took it all in one sip. “Hey, explain yourself,” she followed.

“Let me finish first cooking our breakfast. Take a shower and change, then I’ll tell everything while eating.”

Curiosity fueled Mikha up. What Aiah told her was done in a matter of minutes. She’s already at the table when Aiah just finished setting up the table. Mikha took her sit and her friend followed suit with a suggestive smirk. “Okay, spill it. All of it.”

Aiah gave out a laugh and Mikha is not having it. “Hey, enough already!”

“Fine, fine... you really don’t have any idea, do you?”

“We’re not having this conversation if I have any.”

“He called. Last night. He said he needed help.”

“Help with what?” Mikha asked, almost demanding for an answer right away. “Helping my light drinker friend,” she answered pushing her forehead.

“He didn’t want to undress you to change your clothes. Gosh, so cute! If I was in your place I wouldn’t mind if he’ll see me naked!”

“HEY!” Mikha exclaimed, still making Aiah a bit surprised despite expecting her reaction. “Chill, sis! I’m just kidding. It’s not my fault if your plan failed.”

“I know,” Mikha said in a gloomy voice. “It’s just that I don’t want to look desperate in front of him and, I have this feeling that he doesn’t see me the way I see him...”

“I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. Or kind of. He’d not accept your invitation as your date yesterday if he’s not interested,” Aiah stated, sipping the fresh cup of coffee.

The thought started spread out inside Mikha’s mind. She doesn’t know how to take it; should she follow Aiah’s word or wait for you to confess yourself? Having a breakfast like this isn’t helping at all.

“It’s up to you. I just gave the option.”

“Yeah... I know.”

“Then, I better get going. My bed is calling me. Ciao!”

Aiah left. Mikha tried to relax for a bit to collect her thoughts and make a reasonable decision. Hopefully one she won’t regret. She walked around the room to calm down some nerves, but then she noticed the black dress on the couch.

“Oh, right. I need to return this.”

Mikha stopped by at the company to return the dress to their wardrobe. As she went inside the room, she saw you, having a small chat—a good one, it seems—with Stacey. Mikha was almost unnoticeable by how she entered, but what gave her away was where Stacey was standing.

“Mikhs!”

“Uhm, he- hey... Sorry to interrupt...”

“No, we’re just done talking, are you staying here until afternoon?” Stacey asked. “I’m afraid I’m not,” Mikha replied. “Oh, I see. Just need something?”

“Need to return the dress I wore yesterday, that's all.”

The two of you just exchanged glances; words don't need to heard and letting the eyes do the talking. You can see in her eyes; something bothering her and that need to let it out, just holding it due to Stacey’s presence. Luckily, she excused herself out of the room and just told Mikha to see her before leaving the building. A moment of silence filled the room, quite chilly too.

“What is it? Let it out.” Mikha didn’t expect that you know what’s going on in her mind. “I know you have something to say, spill it out.”

Your tone made her even nervous, pressured, even. Heart beats faster, can’t look straight to your eyes. Mikha is lost for words. She hates it.

You're still waiting for a response, never leaving her eyes. “So?”

“Can we- can we talk about it outside? Just not here. I'm- I'm not comfortable.”

To tell the truth, you’re quite intrigued. She’s not being herself. The girl you knew all along doesn’t hesitate to speak to anyone in front of her. But, if it’s something serious, you’re more than welcome to give her a favor.

“Where do you want to talk?” you asked.

“Your place would be most suitable,” Mikha responded quickly. You’re puzzled by her choice but of all the places she could pick, why yours? It doesn't matter anyway. Curiosity is killing you now.

“Okay, my place then. Shall we go now right away, or do you still have some matters to attend here?”

“Let me just say goodbye to Stacey. Then, we can go.”

“Sure thing. Take your time.”

“All right. Thanks.”

She went on her way to go to her friend. You picked your things up before going down the lobby to wait for her. Walking down the hallway, questions continue to fill your mind while trying not to get caught up about it. But, you can’t stop asking yourself one question: “Is it because, she’s hiding something but it’s too serious she’s cautious with it?”

You can only wait for her before finding out the answer yourself.

[maloistarz]

Good Luck, Babe!

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[sampungmgadaliri]

Someone on Twitter blessed us with scanned versions of GBV Set A photocards. My personal favorite. Thanks, @TiyoBloom on Twitter.

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M I K H A

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Random Mikhaloi pics to brighten your day ❤️💛

[biniversity]

how BINI shuts down the haters Jhoanna: If you can't stop them, join them! context: ↓↓↓↓

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YALL?!??

this making me want to finish my mikha story

[maloistarz]

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Mikhaiah from the lens of Sace Natividad | 2023