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The day had just ended. The BINI girls are about to leave ABS-CBN compound after a grueling week of dance and singing practice for their upcoming shows.
Jhoanna and Stacey decided to head straight home, too exhausted to even think about dinner. Both just wanted to collapse in their unit.
Gwen and Sheena wanted to spend more time nailing their choreography, but Coach Mickey decided they needed to rest. So they were now walking back to their unit near the compound.
Colet and Maloi were currently deciding where to eat; tired and starving, they settled to go to the Jollibee nearest the compound.
Mikha and Aiah, however, were so drained, they sat in the backseat of Mikha’s car, taking a breather before taking the 30 minute drive back to their BGC unit.
“Babi, di ko na talaga kaya, I feel like my legs are gonna fall off any second now.” Mikha pouts. “Same, Love. Let’s just sit in the car first.” Aiah mirrors her
So they did. Cuddled in Mikha’s car, they sat in comfortable silence with lo-fi beats coming from the radio. Out of the blue, Mikha decides to break the silence.
“I have a stupid question.”
Aiah chuckles, “okay. Shoot”
“Do you ever…” Mikha stops mid-sentence, suddenly too shy.
“Do I ever what?” Aiah’s curiosity now piqued.
“Wag na lang pala, nakakahiya.” Aiah notices the slight blush creeping up Mikha’s neck. So she decides to tease a litte. “Sus. Pabebe nanaman si Mikha Lim.”
“I’m not pabebe! I’m maangas kaya!” Mikha counters. Suddenly acutely aware of how babi she sounded right then.
“Ok, Bwabwi.” She kisses Mikha’s cheek. “Whatever you say.”
Mikha glares at her. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not patronizing you! I just find you unbearably cute when you’re trying to act all tough.” Aiah pulls Mikha closer, trying to lambing the pout right off her Babi’s face.
“What is it na? What were you gonna ask?” Aiah asks again.
“Uh, I just wanted to know if.. if you’ve ever read fanfiction.. I mean.. about us?” Mikha’s voice was small. She was shy, but was genuinely curious to know.
“Jusko naman, Mikha Lim!” Aiah laughs, and playfully slaps her. “Akala ko naman kung anong itatanong mo!” She finds Mikha so cute, she couldn’t help but give her a small peck on the lips. A gesture Mikha welcomes with exaggerated sound effects, “mwah!”
Aiah clears her throat, “Sometimes I do. You know I’ve read ones during our Kumu days, right? But there are also times when I’m free and I’m just mindlessly scrolling, I catch one here and there, especially on social media apps. Plus, the Blooms are really funny sometimes, no matter how many times authors ask them not to tag us, meron pa rin talaga, so sometimes nababasa ko.”
The explanation causes Mikha to raise an eyebrow “Nababasa mo, or binabasa mo talaga?”
Aiah laughs, unable to hide anything from her girlfriend. “Fiiiine. Sometimes I read it talaga. Mga one-shots where they paint you as the red flag.”
Mikha pouts hearing this, “Lagi na lang.”
“Mikha Lim.” Aiah leans in closer. “How often do you read fanfiction about us???”
“Ha? What—I mean—not often—I just—” Mikha stutters which earns a laugh from Aiah.
“Relax, Babi. I’m just teasing.” She kisses Mikha again.
“Ok fine. I’ve read a couple, nakakainis lang sometimes na they paint me as the red flag, player type. I’m not like that naman, eh.” She pouts again, harder this time, if that’s even physically possible.
“No, Babi. You’re not. You’re the greenest, green flag ever.” She tries to kiss the pout off Mikha’s face again. “You’re sweet, gentle, and caring. You’re my silent angel.”
Mikha, taken aback by the sweetness and sincerity in Aiah’s words, leans in again to kiss her. No heat, no urgency, just love she couldn’t contain. The kiss was unhurried, reverent, and meant to convey feelings too deep she couldn’t even explain. When they pulled back, they were both breathless, foreheads touching, and smiling so hard their eyes creased at the sides, looking at each other like nothing else in the world mattered but this—but them. And maybe they were right.
After a few more minutes and a lot more teasing, they decide to head home. They were given a 2-day break and they planned to make the most of it.
A few minutes into the drive, Mikha notices that Aiah had gone quiet, she quickly looks to her girlfriend and notices she’d drifted off, head lolling to the side. Mikha smiles, Aiah asleep was so soft, so gentle, and so perfect she could cry right there. She slows down the car to give Aiah a few more minutes on the drive before they arrive home.
“Babi? We’re home.” Mikha gently wakes her up after parking the car.
Aiah was dazed, “huh?”
“We’re home, Love. Come na, let’s get you to bed.”
“Oh. Sorry I fell asleep, Babi. I’m just really tired today.” Aiah looks at Mikha apologetically.
“You don’t have to apologize. Come, so you can sleep na.” Mikha kisses her forehead.
Mikha helps Aiah out of the car and gets her ready for bed. Aiah had showered in the studio before they left, already anticipating exhaustion when she got home, so all Mikha had to do was help her into her pajamas so that’s exactly what she did.
“Love, which PJs do you want? This one or this one?” She held up two matching sets of silk pajamas.
“Mmm.” Aiah mumbled, too tired to even form coherent words.
“Huh? Aiah?” Mikha turns and finds Aiah already nearly passed out on their bed.
“Babi. You have to change.”
“Mmm.” Aiah grumbles again. This earns a chuckle from Mikha who has finally decided that it was her task to get Aiah changed into pajamas for the night.
“Alright, fine. I’ll change you.”
When Mikha was done changing her girlfriend, she steps in to the shower and cleans herself up. She changes into her own PJs and takes her usual spot on the bed. Aiah, although already asleep and lightly snoring, senses Mikha’s presence—like even in sleep, her body recognizes her girlfriend. She unconsciously moves closer to Mikha, seemingly demanding to be spooned, and Mikha already knows this. This was protocol. Take her spot on the bed, spoon Babi. Rinse. Repeat.
“Good night, My Babi. Sleep tight. I love you.” She whispers into Aiah’s hair and kisses her good night, finally letting sleep pull her under.
The next morning..
Aiah wakes up first. Rested and refreshed. She feels the weight of Mikha’s arms on her waist. She smiles and turns to find her girlfriend still asleep. She cups Mikha’s face and runs her thumb along her thick eyebrows, then her cheeks, then her lips. She presses a soft kiss to Mikha’s lips and whispers, “Good morning, Babi. Sorry I was such a sleepy blob last night.”
Mikha stirs a little and shifts closer, that’s when Aiah feels it—hard and pressing up against her thigh—Mikha’s cock. Awake—very very awake.”
“Bab..” Aiah’s breath hitches at the contact.
“Hmm?” Mikha mumbles. Still half asleep.
“It’s awake.” Aiah is blushing now. Heat pooling low in her belly.
“Huh?” Mikha barely registers what was happening when she feels Aiah’s hand suddenly move.. lower.. near the waistband of her boxers..
“Love..What..” Mikha’s eyes widen as Aiah’s touch registers.
“Shhh. Good morning, Babi.”
“Oh my god. Aiah.” Mikha is already breathing harder. Very aware of her girlfriend’s hands’ whereabouts.
“I kissed you already, but I think someone else wants me to greet them good morning.” Aiah proceeds to go lower, past the waistband of Mikha’s boxers. There, she was met with pre-cum, already oozing out of Mikha’s cock.
“Fuck—baby.” Mikha’s words were cut off. Aiah has already wrapped her hand around her length. Stroking gently. Coaxing Mikha’s arousal higher.
“Aiah..” Mikha breathes.
“Yes, Love?”
“I want—Ahh—fuck.”
“What do you want, Baby? Tell me.” Aiah says as she continues to stroke Mikha.
“I want you—Shit.” Mikha is fully hard now. Lightly thrusting into Aiah’s fist.
“Hmm. You know what I want?” She says, voice sweet and sultry. Her hand on Mikha’s cock pumping faster now. Causing Mikha to moan a little louder.
“Shit—baby. What do you want?” Mikha is fucking Aiah’s hand now. She’s thrusting faster, moaning harder, chasing her release.
Aiah understands this. She knows her girlfriend’s tells at this point. She tightens her hand a little bit, giving Mikha more pressure to thrust into.
“I want you to cum, Mikha. Cum for me.”
The authority in her voice tips Mikha over the edge. She cums—hard. Spilling her load on Aiah’s stomach, on her hand, and on their bed. Aiah doesn’t stop. She let’s Mikha ride out her orgasm, milking the last of her cum.
“Ahh—baby. Fuck. Sarap—shit.” Mikha says as she comes down from her high.
“Hmm.” Aiah moans a little bit as she takes her hand and licks Mikha’s cum clean. “You taste so good. That was so hot. Good morning.” She pecks Mikha on the lips.
“Babe, it’s 8am and you already nearly killed me.” Mikha complains (affectionately).
“You love it.” Aiah simply laughs.
“No, I love you.” Mikha suddenly flips them, caging Aiah’s body with her legs, she grabs Aiah’s wrists and pins them above her head.
“Fuck—Mikha!” Aiah was shocked. After a week of rehearsals, she didn’t think Mikha would have this much strength left.
“Think you can just give me a hand job at 8 in the morning and go about your day?” Mikha smirks, then lightly grinds on Aiah’s clothed pussy.
“Ahh—Mikhs..More..”
“More? You want more?” With her free hand, she lifts up Aiah’s top, exposing her breasts to the cold air. Her nipples already hard from arousal. Mikha’s cock hardens at the view—Aiah pinned below her, hair fanned out on the bed, her lips parted, slightly breathless from arousal.
“Shit baby, you’re so hot.” Mikha takes in one nipple at a time, using her tongue to circle and nip, causing Aiah to roll her hips below her.
“Yes—fuck—that’s it. Suck them.” Aiah can feel herself dripping. Her hips buck up, needing friction, needing something to soothe the ache between her legs.
Mikha pulls away and stands to shimmy her boxers off, Aiah was looking at her, completely entranced by her girlfriend’s hotness. The muscles, the abs, the cock—thick and heavy, sitting between Mikha’s thighs.
“Like what you see?” Mikha says as she lightly pumps herself.
“Hmm. Love it. Come here, Baby. Take me.”
Mikha needs no further invitation and positions herself on top of Aiah again. Aligning herself to her girlfriend’s entrance. She looks at Aiah, ready and spread open for her, she spits—intentionally slowly, letting her saliva drip down between them. An action so lewd, it makes Aiah moan even before Mikha enters her. Then, Mikha pushes in.
“Ahh—shit—Ang sikip.. Tangina.” Mikha groans.
“Fuuuck—Mikhss—So fucking big.” Aiah’s body tenses for a second, before relaxing to accommodate Mikha’s length.
“Mikha—Mikha—Ahh—Fuck—” Aiah chants the like a prayer as Mikha starts thrusting. Sweat beading her forehead with the effort to fuck Aiah’s tight pussy. She groans, her second orgasm building fast. Aiah’s pussy clenching around her—it was too good.
“Baby—If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna—fuck—I’m not gonna last.” Mikha fumbles on her words.
“Mikha—Shit—So good. Harder, Baby. Ang sarap—Fuck.” Aiah was a mess now, moving in rhythm with Mikha’s thrusts, chasing her orgasm.”
The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat and was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, cursing, moaning.
“MIKHA—SHIT. I’M CUMMING!” Aiah screams, her entire body tensing as her orgasm hits hard. Her pussy clamping down Mikha’s shaft as pleasure washes over her in waves. Mikha holds her through it. Kisses her neck while whispering, “That’s it, Baby. Let go for me. Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this, coming on my cock.”
As Aiah comes down from her high, Mikha was chasing hers. With eyes shut tight, she continues to thrust in and out of Aiah’s still clamped pussy, the pressure too good it felt blinding.
“Hnngg—Fuck—Ahh—Aiah—I’m close.”
Aiah opens her eyes just as Mikha pulls out. She wraps her hand around her cock, pumping fast until she comes on Aiah’s pussy, painting it white with her load.
“Ahh—Aiah—” Mikha continues to pump until her orgasm ebbs.
When she finishes, she lands on top of Aiah, panting, sweaty, but sated.
“That was so hot, Bub. That was so good.” Aiah says as she wipes Mikha’s forehead, moving stray hairs away from her face. She kisses Mikha’s forehead. Mikha, on the other hand, was already half asleep on top of Aiah. “Hmm. Sarap mo.” She mumbles with a satisfied smile on her lips.
End of chapter 1 :)