Revelations
BINI Mikha Lim x Male Reader
tags: smut, virgin sex
A/N: Really took a long time but I made it. My writing juices barely replenishes these days. (Adulting really sucks the life out of you.) Anyways, enjoy.
Blend.
A word forced into your system for the right reasons—survival, network building, gaining of trust, and be like pretty much everyone else. It’s no secret being alone is your style; an identity flowing in your veins. Then, college knocked on your door. Mind you, it didn’t ask for permission to enter, it barged itself inside. Time skipped and one night, you realized, the bitter reality of the world is catching up on you.
As for someone who didn’t like having people around, taking up psychology is a clownish move. After your parents heard the news, they were quite worried; puzzled, even, but you told them not to worry.
You had reasons—first, the mystery of why people act the way they do. Second, fascination and lifelong interest to the human brain. Lastly, and maybe, understand yourself a bit more to find valid reason to shut the thoughts about yourself. And... here you are, a second year psychology major student.
First year was kind of okay. Didn’t have much problem and issues. Maybe because people are still testing the waters. All about adjustments and familiarization. Some were getting along pretty easily, while others still cautious. You fell right in the middle, because you have to make a good impression but at the same time, not all can be trusted. A rule of thumb.
However, there’s this particular person who might be—for the lack of better word—worse than you, even for a fact you’re quite in the rock bottom. Mikha Lim. All you know about her is that you’re both psychology majors and share the same age.
It’s rare in your calibre to be impressed by physique, but Mikha became an exception. Pink lips, red-then-turned-black hair (but both suits her), and a fine body. It’s easy to tell she’s working out. Out of all the people you knew who’s taking up psychology, she’s the least visible. Maybe she wanted it that way. Most would be weirded out from this fact, but it’s the opposite from your point of view. An impressive feat, actually.
Meeting her happened in one class where you came late and have no choice but to sit at the back to avoid being noticed. She was at the far right just next to the door. The left seat was the only vacant that time.
“Hi- uhm, is this seat taken?” you whispered, almost kneeling down. Few seconds passed before a response came from her. A shake from her head wearing her poker face was the response you got. Well, better than nothing.
Sitting beside her gave this uneasiness, as if your heart slowed down pumping blood. Not to mention, you’re attending college Algebra class. Awesome. Glad that the instructor is someone passionate, tries his best to make everyone understand what he writes on the board. Exercises were given after a swift lecture; a five-item problem to measure everyone's understanding. The attempt starts. From what you understood in lecture, it should be quite easy. A thirty-minute period was given and should be strictly followed. No extensions.
It turned out to be more challenging than what you'd expect, as every Math class does so. “Factor out first the 'x', it will be easier to solve,” said Mikha out of nowhere, who might be watching go into despair each passing second . “I’m sorry, wh- what?” you replied in surprisement.
“You missed to factor out the variable,” she said in a calm and pleasant tone, “that’s why you’re having a hard time to solve it.” Tracing the initial scribbles and you realized that Mikha’s correct. The kind gesture from her was something you did not expect; not meaning to be judgmental or rude at all.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t sweat it. Mikha, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” stating your name in response.
“Glad to meet you, too,” a faint yet genuine smile flashed from her face—prettier when smiling. Mikha went on solving the rest of the problems with such ease. Brains and beauty, you thought, before finding yourself being immersed in her presence and look like a weirdo, as you went on your way to also do the rest of the items. Certainly, not expecting great results but at least one is certainly right. All thanks to her.
“Alright, time’s up, people!” remarked by the instructor, “Pass those papers and we’ll see everyone’s progress next week. See you around!”
The Math instructor left and so did the class, just in time for lunch. You went on to see your closest peers and be with them, but looked back and see if Mikha is still around. As you'd expect, she's already gone.
“See you tomorrow, I guess.”
Months went on and you find yourself in that same seat beside her whenever the chance presents itself. Maybe you like being around with her. The silence, minimal conversations; whether about academics or entirely something else, giving that sense of safe space. Maybe, this is not just fascination.
~•~•~
It was one Friday afternoon, whole class staying at an empty hallway. But that day, you decided to take things to a different level—ask Mikha out for a dinner. It’s a risk, but you’re dying to see the other side of this woman—outside the uniform dress.
Every nerve on your body is on high alert, expecting the worst or possibly, a good outcome on this attempt. Either way, better to shoot the shot than regret it later on.
A close friend of yours heard about it, and was a bit shocked but saw it coming anyway.
“You sure about it?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” you answered. “I just... I just felt I needed to do it.”
“Well, the longest I’ve seen her interacted with was with you anyway. I guess you have a shot with her.” The words somehow felt like a confidence boost. That’s it. All that was left is for her to arrive and roll the dice. You thought of asking her out through chat before, but it doesn't sit right. Maybe it’s the thought of making yourself seen as genuine as possible. No second guessing on her side.
That afternoon breeze brushes your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body, fueling the nervousness within even more. After waiting for a considerable amount of time, Mikha enters the picture. Climbing the stairs meeting your eyes, the build-up of beats in your chest continues to override every reason left in your mind. Deep breaths, deep breaths, you got this.
She saw you and probably only you. Flashing that faint smile again, but most people who are observant enough knows that she only does this to you.
“Hey,” Mikha greeted as your friend left.
“Hi, what’s up?” you replied, trying your best to be composed as possible.
“Not much, same as yesterday. You?”
“Well, probably the same but day’s not over yet.”
Mikha almost chuckled at the response. “Expecting something different, aren’t we?”
“You bet.”
"Fill me in. Tell me about it,” Mikha responded, her tone giving the hint of curiosity.
“Uhm... I’m thinking about...”
“About...?”
“About asking you out,” you said almost in a trembling voice.
“Me? Like a date or something like that?” Her response was quite full of question marks and a hint of disbelief.
“Yes. I’m going to be straightforward here. Mikha, would you go on a date with me?”
Mikha’s eyes widen a bit, quite shocked about the sudden invitation. Was she expecting this too? Was she just waiting for him to make the move? That might be the case, but Mikha still has that hesitation. She knew you’re different among the other guys she’d ever interacted with, but maybe it’s the fear. Will things remain the same despite whatever happens from here on if she said 'yes'?
Unknowingly, it’s as if her body had its own mind, utter the word, “Yes.”
“Are... are you sure?” you asked.
“Well... you heard me.”
“That’s... it’s a date, then.”
“Yeah, yeah... I guess.”
A moment of silence filled between the two of you, before you initiated again. “Does tomorrow sounds good to you?”
Mikha thought about it, like processing every possible answer she’ll give to the question.
“It’s fine for me. But, in one condition.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“It must be in your place.”
You gave Mikha a bit of a puzzled look. “Are you sure about it?”
“Yeah. I don’t want any people hanging around. Take it or leave it.”
“You have a deal, Ms. Mikha,” flashing a grin to her.
“Well, then... see you,” said Mikha.
~•~•~
The long hours of class ended, and today’s the day. You waited outside the room. Okay, everything’s set. Just need to be there.
You saw Mikha leave the room and met her halfway. “Hi, shall we?”
Mikha gave a nod. You both agreed to just walk going to your place since it’s not that far. Besides, it’s extra time for both of you. Talked about random things. She was more enthusiastic this time. You can’t confirm if it’s because of the date or she’s just being herself and more comfortable around this time with you.
It took less than 20 minutes before reaching your apartment. It’s not that big, but enough for two people.
“We’re here. Are you ready? Shall we go in?” you asked. “Any second thoughts?”
“Funny, haha. If I was, we won’t reach your place at this moment.”
“Thank God,” pressing together your palms playfully praying and giving thanks she didn't backed out the last minute. Mikha chuckled at the gesture.
“Come here,” you opened the gate and let her inside. Mikha was quite surprised about your place. It’s clean. Organized. There’s not much stuff but there are definitely a lot of books. A mix of fiction, self-help, non-fiction ones.
But there’s one thing that caught her attention the most, it’s a portrait of you and your mother when you were young placed at the center of a small table.
“Is this you?” Mikha asked.
“Yes. I fell of the bike that time, but my mother told me I did a good job, so there... all smiles while still dirty,” you replied, followed a giggle, “It’s a good memory.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” she said, followed by a soft smile.
“Alright, venue’s over here, if you will please follow me,” you remarked, gesturing your hand towards the kitchen.
Reaching the kitchen, the table’s already set. It was a fine setting for a small venue. There were some decorations but just the right amount before hitting overkill—a small candle, three roses in a small vase, cutlery, and crockery items.
“You outdone yourself, huh?” Mikha remarked, impressed.
“Well, it’s my first date. Should be perfect.”
You pulled the seat for Mikha and willingly accepted the kind gesture. “Thanks.”
Food was already prepared by your close neighbor that happens to be a good cook. When he heard that a girl will be coming, he was delighted and immediately accepted the request. He’s so delighted that finally, you’ll be spending a day with someone and not all alone like you are usually.
“I don’t what he cooked, but I trust him. He’s a good cook. Shall we?”
The food’s good, but the exchange of words were better.
“Be honest with me, is this something you do with others?”
The question was something you did not expect. Is she curious or it just came out of nowhere? You don’t know how to confirm those things. Feeling that there’s no other option and don’t want to take longer to respond, you gave her a straightforward answer.
“First time,” you answered in a quite serious response.
“Oh, I see...” Mikha replied, quite surprised. “So I’m first. I’m honored.”
You smiled, “Hopefully you’ll also be the last.”
Mikha can’t hold herself to laugh, apologizes right away that she did not took it as a joke—because it’s not. You want another one after this. Then another. And another. Something tells you that it will be a shame to let her go.
After finishing the meal and another stories shared, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
“So...” Mikha broke the sudden silence. “Shall we call it a night?”
Your mind and heart united for the first time. Of course, you don’t want to. If you’ll be punished for being selfish for keeping her company all through the night, so be it. You’d take anything, but, you don’t want to have a bad impression.
“Yeah... Yeah, I guess we should call it a night...” clearing your throat with a cough. Both of you find yourselves outside. The evening breeze was quite strong but can’t seem to notice it as your mind was flooded with thoughts. Will this happen again? Did you do a good job for a first date? And so much more.
“Thank you for today,” said Mikha, flashing a faint smile. A bit of sadness on her tone but you didn’t notice.
“No, no, I should be the one thanking you. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”
Her smile widened, a subtle sign of agreement.
“I guess... this is goodbye?” you asked. A forced question on your part. But, you noticed she forgot her umbrella inside. “Let me get it for a bit for you. Wait here.”
You rushed inside to get it, looking for it everywhere in that kitchen. After a thorough search, you found it and went back on your way going outside. However, you were surprised that Mikha’s back inside, just in time hearing the click as she locked the door.
“Mik- Mikha?”
In one swift motion, she dropped everything and went towards you. Grabbing the sides of your neck as she launched herself to kiss you.
That minute slowed, as your pulse increased as your mind can’t comprehend what’s happening. Her lips were wet. A hint of sweet vanilla scent registers in your nostrils. Your eyes closed itself, as your subconscious mind acted on its own to burn this moment in your mind.
Mikha breaks the contact.
“I... I don’t want to go yet,” a low, raspy voice.
“I was thinking exactly the same thing.”
After hearing the response, her lips connected once again with yours. This time, it was filled with action. Lips parted and both tasted each other first. Sloppy. Hungry. Tongues started to make their way to the scene. Clashing against each other, but it was made with passion. Every second filled with excitement.
Her hands roamed on your upper torso, not wasting time as she grabbed the hem of your shirt to discard it somewhere around the apartment. Her eyes wandered, carefully examining a new found sight until Mikha’s eyes met yours. It was like her eyes spoke to you to return the favor, and you obliged right away.
Slowly, each button from her blouse comes loose. As it slowly falls from her shoulders, revealing a white laced bra. A piece of undergarment hiding a pair of perky orbs.
“Bedroom, please,” Mikha said, almost whispering.
No words were needed as you took her hand and guided her towards your room. Good thing it was already tidied up after you left the house this morning.
The kissing continued, more intense than earlier. A statement that no one else matters, only their presence for each other. No more.
Unclasping her bra, Mikha then lowers herself on the bed. Laying on her back as she reaches out her hand to you, while you're getting out of your pants. In a matter seconds, your body bare body and proud manhood was all there for Mikha to see. Mouth slightly agape, tempted to what will happen next.
You climbed the bed, lifting both her legs before caressing its entirety, down to her crotch. Matching laced panties with a patch of her arousal underneath her skirt.
The waistband was pulled painstakingly slow by your anticipating hands, Mikha lifting her waist to help you out. Her half-lidded eyes not losing yours. It might the lust doing the work, as you brought the fresh piece of undergarment right close to your nose, savoring Mikha’s scent. And it just got you more turned on than you were earlier. You can’t wait. Not anymore.
“Mikha, are you... sure?” you asked, already lowering yourself as you line yourself up to her sweet entrance.
“Yes... just be gentle at first...” her hand placed at the back of your head.
No questions were needed. By her request you already know it’s her first, and you thought this night should be about her. Not you.
“Alright,” making a reassuring smile at her. “Here I go, Mikha.”
She nods.
Grabbing your cock with one hand, the tip makes first contact to the entrance of her pussy. After making sure she recognizes it, the force exerted on the push increases as your whole dick finally penetrates. Mikha closed her eyes, probably feeling a bit of pain.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“Yea- yeah... I- just... I feel full. I feel all of you.”
Her pussy was tight, warm but wet. You can feel her muscles contract holding onto it. Your cock evidently rock hard. “I’m going to move, okay?”
She nods, and no words were needed actually.
You start to move your hips gently, letting her adjust as long as she needs. Her whimpers were like words she affirms that she loves it. A moment where only you and her will know. Soon, moans and your name murmured followed. The pace you built increased. The room was now filled with fleshes making contact. Her moans increased in volume almost in sync with yours.
“Mikha, mikha... Fuck, fuck...” almost grunting.
“Yes, yes, make love to me! Ah, ah!”
The intensity increased even more, making the scene like a pure, raw fucking. Squelching sounds filled the room as you drill inside as deep as possible. It went like this for minutes.
Mikha mewled, and you knew she just came the way her body spasmed but you did not stop as the buildup in your groin suggests the inevitable.
“Mikha, fuck... I- I’m-”
“Inside, please. Make me yours! I wan– ah, oh– want to feel you cum!”
Her words pulled the trigger, and you exploded like a volcano inside her. Flooding her pussy with its first load of semen. It felt eternity. Her walls were painted white while both of you kissed passionately as the cherry on top.
As both of you break the kiss, and coming from the high of sex, you pulled out and a stream of cum flowed outside right away. A clear evidence of passion that happened that the walls witnessed.
“Mikha, that was...”
“I know. I loved it,” she said, her face painted with satisfaction. “Though, we made a mess in your room.”
You smiled back at her before placing another kiss. “Who cares?” followed a small chuckle.
“I think I need to go home,” Mikha playfully remarked.
“I think you’ll stay the night.”
And with that reply, she just smiled suggestively, and you already knew what’s behind it. The night is young, but the two of you were absent the next day.
END
