BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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THIRD PERSON POV
Li Mei Lim sighed as she stepped out of the car, the slight chill of the evening brushing against her skin. It had been a long day—a celebratory work dinner for her company's recent success. The night was filled with congratulations and glasses of wine, but Mei felt the pang of guilt settle in her chest.
She had completely forgotten to tell Mikha about the dinner.
The elevator ride up to their condo felt endless as she rehearsed what she would say. When the doors slid open, the unit was eerily quiet, the lights off. Mei furrowed her brow.
"Baby?" she called softly, slipping out of her heels.
No response. Mei turned on the lights and froze.
There, sitting on the couch, was Mikha Lim. She looked effortlessly poganda, her dark suit perfectly tailored, the top button undone, revealing just a peek of her collarbone. Her legs were crossed elegantly, and her dark eyes glinted as she tilted her head slightly.
"Where have you been, Mrs. Lim?" Mikha asked, her voice low and smooth, with a teasing edge. "I've been dying for a cuddle."
Mei's breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of her wife looking like she just walked out of a romance drama. "M-Mikha..." she stammered, her cheeks heating.
Mikha's lips curved into a smirk as she stood, her movements slow and deliberate. "You forgot to tell me you had a dinner tonight, didn't you?"
"Uh... I..." Mei struggled to find her words, her wife's seductive gaze making her knees weak.
Mikha stepped closer, closing the distance between them until Mei's back was pressed against the wall. She placed a hand on the wall beside Mei's head, leaning in. "Ang lakas ng loob mong hindi magpaalam, Mrs. Lim," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave.
"I-I'm sorry, love," Mei finally managed, her hands instinctively reaching up to hold Mikha's arms. "I didn't mean to forget. It was just—"
"Shhh," Mikha cut her off, her finger gently pressing against Mei's lips. "I'm not mad. But..." Her lips twitched into a playful pout. "You owe me."
Mei blinked. "Owe you? For what?"
"For making me wait all night," Mikha said, her tone teasing. "I even came home early just to spend time with you."
Mei felt her heart clench at her wife's words. "Love, I really am sorry," she said softly. "How can I make it up to you?"
Mikha smiled triumphantly, pulling Mei into her arms. "Easy. Cuddles. Now."
Mei couldn't help but laugh, leaning into Mikha's embrace. "You're so dramatic."
"And you love it," Mikha quipped, her arms tightening around Mei.
