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geotjwrs · 2 days

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BROKEN ECHOES

Pairings ; Non-Actress!Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warnings ; angst? reader is a bit major walking red-flag

The apartment lay engulfed in an oppressive silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath Jenna's restless pacing. She moved with determined strides, her mind a tempest of doubt and apprehension. Each step echoed in the stillness of the night, a steady rhythm of uncertainty that seemed to reverberate off the walls.

She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, the glowing digits taunting her with their relentless advance. 2:47 AM. Y/N should have been home hours ago, but with each passing minute, Jenna's unease grew more pronounced.

Their dreams of conquering the music industry together had always burned bright, fueled by a passion that blazed hotter than any wildfire.

But lately, as they navigated the treacherous waters of fame and success, those dreams seemed to slip further and further from their grasp.

The strain was starting to show on their relationship, the once unbreakable bond between them now stretched thin, threatening to snap with each passing day.

Finally, just as Jenna was on the verge of giving in to the overwhelming urge to call Y/N for the nineteenth time, she heard the familiar jingle of keys in the lock. The door swung open, and Y/N stumbled through, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion and his eyes heavy with fatigue.

Jenna stood with arms crossed, her features contorted in a mask of frustration and hurt as she glared at Y/N, who sat slouched on the couch, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Where were you?" Jenna's voice sliced through the silence, sharp and accusatory.

Y/N jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before he masked it with a forced calm. "I lost track of time at the studio. I'm sorry, Jen."

The apology fell flat, leaving a bitter taste in Jenna's mouth as she struggled to contain the rising tide of emotion threatening to consume her. "You're always 'losing track of time,' Y/N," she spat, her voice trembling with anger. "Do you even care about us anymore?"

Y/N's expression hardened, his own frustration bubbling to the surface as he met Jenna's accusing stare with a glare of his own. "Of course I care, Jen. But you're not the only one with dreams, you know. I'm trying to make something of myself, to give us a future worth fighting for."

Tears welled up in Jenna's eyes, threatening to spill over as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her pain. "I miss us, Y/N," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I miss the way things used to be, when it was just you and me against the world. But now...now it feels like we're strangers, trapped in a cycle of disappointment and resentment."

Y/N's resolve faltered, his anger melting away as he reached out for Jenna, his touch gentle and tentative. "I miss us too, Jenna," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I hate seeing you like this, so distant and hurt. I just...I don't know how to fix things anymore."

For a moment, they stood there in silence, their hearts laid bare before each other as they grappled with the magnitude of their shared pain. But then, slowly, almost hesitantly, Jenna reached out for Y/N, her hand trembling as she cupped his cheek.

"Maybe we can't fix things," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can try. We can fight for each other, for what we once had. Because even if it feels like we're drowning, I still believe there's a way forward. And I'm not ready to give up on us just yet."

Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears, his own resolve crumbling as he pulled Jenna into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "I'm not ready to give up on us either, Jenna," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right, to find our way back to each other."

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, and still, the rift between them seemed to widen with each passing day. Arguments became more frequent, their tempers flaring at the slightest provocation. They clashed over everything, from the smallest of details to the biggest of decisions, each disagreement driving a deeper wedge between them.

Jenna tried to ignore the growing sense of unease that gnawed at her insides, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that something had changed between them.

Y/N was no longer the carefree, easygoing partner she had fallen in love with; instead, he seemed distant and preoccupied, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

One evening, as they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the tension between them reached its breaking point. A seemingly innocuous comment from Y/N sparked a heated argument, their voices rising in anger until they were shouting over each other, their words laced with hurt and frustration.

"I can't do this anymore, Y/N," Jenna cried, her voice raw with emotion. "I don't even understand you anymore. All you care about is your fucking bullshit."

Y/N's expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Well, maybe if you weren't so damn stubborn all the time, we wouldn't be in this mess. But this isn't a big deal anymore, Jenna. I'm already here." Don't you even he shot back, his voice dripping with venom.

Jenna eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "Not a big deal? You promised we'd spend tonight together, Y/N. You were forced to go home right away because you know I don't want to wait for you. But once again, your music takes precedence over everything else."

Y/N bristled at her words, his temper flaring as he rose to his feet, his voice laced with frustration. "You don't understand, Jenna. This is my career, my passion. I can't just drop everything whenever you snap your fingers."

Jenna recoiled, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and hurt. "Is that what you think this is about? Me snapping my fingers? I'm tired of always coming second to your music, Y/N. I'm tired of feeling like I'm not enough."

Y/N's expression hardened, his resolve steeling as he met Jenna's gaze head-on. "Maybe you're not," he bit out, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "Maybe I need someone who understands what it means to be with a musician, someone who supports my dreams instead of trying to tear them down."

Jenna's breath caught in her throat, the weight of his words crushing her spirit. "Is that what you want, Y/N? Someone who worships at your feet, who bends over backwards to accommodate your every whim?"

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger, his patience wearing thin. "I don't know what I want anymore, Jenna. All I know is that this...us...it's not working. Maybe it's time we face the truth."

The words hung in the air between them, a heavy silence descending upon the room like a suffocating blanket. Jenna felt as if she'd been punched in the gut, the realization hitting her with a force she hadn't anticipated. Was this the end of their love story? A bitter twist of fate that tore them apart at the seams?

Tears welled up in Jenna's eyes, threatening to spill over as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her pain. "I can't do this anymore, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not. We're falling apart, and I don't know how to fix it."

Y/N recoiled as if struck, the weight of Jenna's words hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Maybe we're just not meant to be," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret.

And in that moment, as they stood on the precipice of their shattered dreams, Jenna and Y/N knew that their love story had come to an end. They were two souls destined to walk separate paths, forever haunted by the echoes of what could have been.

Jenna's heart shattered as Y/N's words reverberated in her mind. She had never imagined their relationship would come to such a bitter end. Every memory of their time together seemed tainted now, every shared moment soured by the knowledge that it was all for naught.

As she stumbled out of the apartment, tears streaming down her cheeks, Jenna felt as if she were drowning in a sea of sorrow. How had it all gone so wrong? What had happened to the love they had once shared, the bond that had seemed unbreakable?

Lost in her thoughts, Jenna wandered the empty streets, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. She had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. All she could do was mourn the loss of what could have been, the dreams they had once dared to dream now nothing more than shattered illusions.

Hours passed in a blur, the night stretching on endlessly as Jenna grappled with the enormity of her grief. And then, just when she thought she couldn't bear the pain any longer, a voice broke through the darkness, calling out to her from the shadows.

"Jenna?"

She turned, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him standing there, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights.

Y/N stood before her, his expression a mixture of regret and longing. His eyes, once filled with fire and determination, now held a hint of vulnerability that tugged at Jenna's heartstrings.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean what I said back there. I was angry, and I lashed out. Please, forgive me."

Jenna felt her resolve waver, torn between the pain of his betrayal and the lingering love she still held for him deep in her heart. She wanted to turn away, to shut him out and walk away forever. But something held her back, some invisible thread that bound them together despite everything that had transpired between them.

"I don't know if I can forgive you, Y/N," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "But I don't want to fight anymore. I'm tired of this endless cycle of pain and anger. Can't we just...let go?"

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he took a step closer, his hand outstretched as if to touch her. "I don't want to let go, Jenna," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I messed up, but I still love you. I always will."

Jenna felt her resolve crumble as she looked into his eyes, seeing the raw honesty shining there. Despite everything, despite the hurt and the betrayal, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. She loved him too, with every fiber of her being, and she knew she always would.

With a heavy sigh, Jenna reached out for him, her hand trembling as it met his. "I love you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "But love isn't always enough, is it?"

Y/N's grip tightened around her hand, his eyes shining with determination. "No, it's not," he agreed, his voice tinged with sadness. "But maybe...just maybe...we can find a way forward together. One step at a time."

The streets stretched out before them, a labyrinth of shadows and echoes, mirroring the tangled mess of emotions that churned within Jenna and Y/N's hearts. Each step they took felt like a weight pressing down on their weary souls, a reminder of the fractured bond that held them together and tore them apart in equal measure.

As they wandered aimlessly through the city, Jenna and Y/N found themselves drawn to places that held memories of their shared past. They passed by the cafe where they had shared their first kiss, the park where they had laughed and danced beneath the stars, the alley where they had sought refuge from the world.

But now, each familiar sight was tinged with bitterness, a cruel reminder of the love they had lost and the pain that lingered in its wake. They walked in silence, their footsteps echoing in the empty streets, their hearts heavy with regret and longing.

Hours passed like eternities, the night stretching on endlessly as Jenna and Y/N wandered deeper into the heart of the city. They spoke little, their words swallowed by the darkness that surrounded them, their thoughts consumed by the wreckage of their broken relationship.

And then, just when it seemed like they had reached the end of their journey, they found themselves standing on the edge of a bridge, the river below shimmering in the moonlight like a beacon of hope in the darkness.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, their eyes locked on the water below, their hearts heavy with the weight of what had been and what could never be. And then, without a word, Y/N turned to Jenna, his eyes filled with a sorrow too deep for tears.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rushing of the river below. "I never meant for things to end like this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Jenna's breath caught in her throat, a lump forming in her chest as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her pain. "I know, Y/N," she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. "But sometimes, sorry isn't enough. Sometimes, the damage is too deep to be repaired."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he reached out for her, his hand trembling as it brushed against her cheek. "I love you, Jenna," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I always will. And if there's any way I can make things right, any way I can earn your forgiveness, I'll do it. I swear."

But Jenna shook her head, her heart breaking with the weight of his words. "It's too late for that, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We've hurt each other too much, pushed each other away too many times. I don't think we can ever go back to the way things were."

And in that moment, as they stood on the brink of their shattered dreams, Jenna and Y/N knew that their love story had come to an end. They were two souls destined to walk separate paths, forever haunted by the echoes of what could have been.

For sometimes, love was not enough to mend the fractures of a broken heart.

And as they parted ways, each consumed by their own regrets and what-ifs, Jenna and Y/N made a silent vow to themselves: no matter how dark the road ahead may be, they would face it alone, forging their own paths to redemption.

For in the end, the only person they could rely on was themselves.

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anyalovesu · 2 months

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tolerate it.

ix. i know my love should be celebrated

— “but then, i also changed. probably more than he did. leon was meeting a stranger more than i was when i met him again after four years.”

“Hindi pa ako ready umuwi,” Eli sighed, hugging Leo closer as they sat on the warm sand watching the waves crash to the shore under a tree shade. “Ikaw, bubs? Gusto mo na ba umuwi si Ninang?”

The toddler babbled, wobbling as he tried to stand up by holding onto Eli’s shoulders. “No, ‘wi ninam.”

“Oh, ayaw daw,” Leon laughed, caressing the back of his head as the kid chuckled, proud of himself for what he just said. “P’wede namang hindi muna. Anak ka ng may-ari, Eli. You can virtually do anything you want.”

“Dadami ang gagawin ni Ynes if I don’t go back sa city agad,” Eli replied, dejected that she had no choice but to go back. “Sinalo na nga ni kuya ang mga gawain ko this week.”

“You can afford to lose more days, Eli,” he sighed beside her. “Hindi gugunaw ang mundo kung hindi ka makakapagtrabaho ng isang linggo.”

“I know that. I just don’t want to be an inconvenience sa office, they’re already taking up too much work for me dahil ang dami kong ginagawa outside of work. Nakakahiya nang dagdagan pa ‘yon.”

“Hanggang kailan mo sasabihin ‘yan? Paano kapag may anak na tayo? Or may emergency?”

It took a while before Elijah got to respond to that with something snide like she usually would. She doesn’t know why it still shocks her to hear Leon say the most out of pocket shit she’s ever heard but it does. It’s Leon! He’ll always speak before he thinks. This time it wasn’t something weird though.

Kids. With Leon.

The idea of it did not seem repulsive. Especially after seeing Leon play with Leo all day, how gentle he was and how caring he seemed looking after a dependent child, it didn’t trigger her like it did when her papa brought it up the first time. After all, much like her to Cielo, Leon basically raised Bianca as well. He was bound to be great with kids in one way or another.

However, all thoughts aside, Eli chose to take it lightly as he intended it to be.

“What makes you think I’ll let you knock me up, ha?” Eli laughed at him, playfully hitting his arm.

That flustered Leon. He didn’t think of that when he said it. “Situation kasi ‘yon!” He tried to defend himself but his face had already turned a shade of crimson to even think of a way out of the hole he dug himself. “Ito! Ang dumi dumi mo!”

“Ako pa? You were the one who brought it up!”

“Hindi naman nga kasi ‘yon ang ibig sabihin ko!”

“And I was just asking!”

Leon never thought of it before. Having to be that kind of intimate with Eli was something that might’ve crossed his mind when he was a horny teenager, but he has conditioned himself to think that was just plain wrong—and that’s how it’s been. Since then, it has never crossed his mind to wonder what her lips would taste like, or how they would feel against his, or how her cheek would feel like when he would hold her face while they’re at it—maybe even how the rest of her body would feel like when they are both hot and bothered. He didn’t think of it.

Or so he thought.

His mouth forms an ‘O’ when he realized that he does know now what half of that felt like—what her lips would taste like, how it feels—how her cheek would feel when he holds her while they’re at it.

And now he craves it again.

He can’t help but stare at her smiling face, so peaceful for someone who’s been through a lot—he cannot believe it’s bothering him right now that he’s thinking of things that he wants to do if they do end up in that situation. It did not help at all that she’s never looked more unreal than right now, when she’s holding Leo like she probably would if it was their own child.

God. He was stupid to pretend that it was just a “situation”. He did want to have a family with her, raise three kids probably, like both of them had in their own families. He wants to see her teaching their kids to paint like she does so effortlessly—or play guitar, or sing, or play bewitching classical pieces on the piano. He wanted to have kids with her, build a family that wasn’t too far from how they were raised, but different at the same time, because this time they will be there for their children unlike their parents were.

“Do you want to have kids?” she blurted out, snapping him out of his trance. He looked at her fondly… he has never said ‘yes’ to a question that quick before. He was sure of it.

“Ikaw pa rin naman ang masusunod, katawan mo ‘yan eh,” he added, unfolding his arms from his chest to help Leo walk over to him from where he was sitting in front of Eli. “Pero kung ako ang magdadala ng mga bata, yes, gusto ko magka-anak. Ikaw ba?”

“Mga?!”

“Three, para parang kami nila Kuya and kayo nila Kuya Santi,” he chuckled. “Ang saya kaya maging middle child. So underrated.”

“Favorite ka kasi,” she snorted.

“Favorite ka rin naman ni Tito Zaldy at ni Myla, ah?”

“Only when he knows he’s done something wrong,” Eli sighed, feeling the sadness dawn over her again after her mind flew back to their texts this morning. “Only then maalala na n’ya na he has to make it up with me, give me something as consolation. Alam mo naman na ‘yon, hindi ka naman ibang tao. Your parents were there for me more than mine were— pero mine were very involved in Kuya Santi’s and Cielo’s life.

“And Myla has passed already,” she continued, “Wala nang may favorite sa akin. But that’s fine. I can do well naman on my own. I’ve survived 22—fuck 23 na—23 years, nakaya ko naman— well, you were there for most of it, the past four years lang hindi. Pero I’ve done well naman. I’m proud of myself for that.”

“I’m proud of you rin dahil doon,” Leon smiled at her, a soft one, feeling his heart soften as well upon seeing how much Eli has grown in the last four years. Her growth might’ve been headed away from him, but she grew—on her own for that matter. That’s a big thing.

“Nak! Luto na ang pagkain, baka gabihin pa kayo ng uwi! Halina kayo rito!”

Leon was once broken out of his trace when Dolores called from the house, making the both of them stand up, Leon picking up Leo as the child clung to him while they walked back to the house.

They met Rico and Malaya, Leo’s parents, inside of the house. Apparently, Malaya came home early from her day job as a stay-in house helper in the nearby town and managed to help Dolores cook the feast that was in front of them right now.

Malaya could not help but gush at how her baby’s name was co-incidentally was a play of both Leon and Eli’s name. Now, the ongoing joke that Eli wants to be Leo’s godmother might actually come to life, as they are now invited to Leo’s christening a few weeks after their own wedding.

“Matagal na kayo?” Malaya asked her as they stood on the sink, while washing the dishes. “Nababanggit kayo sa amin ni Tita pero hindi pa po kita nakikilala sa personal.”

“Girl, magkasing edad tayo, drop the po,” Eli chuckled at her as she glanced back to Leon who’s bringing down their bags from their separate rooms, contemplating whether she should tell Malaya the truth. Mamay hasn't told her yet, that’s why she’s asking. Maybe it was for the better than some people would not know the entire thing. That being said, Eli decides to tell her the same half truth that she told her wedding organizers, “Ngayong taon lang. Pero magkababata kami.”

“Ang cute naman noon,” she giggled. “Paano n’yo nafigure out na gusto n’yo na magpakasal?”

Pinilit kasi kami. She wanted to say but did not have the guts to.

“When you know you know,” Eli told her. “Ganoon rin siguro kayo ni Rico? Ang bata n’yo rin nagpakasal.”

“Nagkaroon na rin po kasi ng Leo,” she smiled. “Hirap rin pala nang nauna si Leo. Kinailangan kong tumigil sa pagaaral para magtrabaho para sa anak ko, hindi kasi kaya ng sweldo ni Rico ang mga gastusin para kay Leo. Isang taon nalang sana sa Interior Design kaso hindi talaga kaya. Hindi nga pala tayo bubuhayin ng pagmamahal lang. Nakakahiya po kay Ma’am Carmine. Lola n’yo po kasi ang nagpapaaral sa akin. Nagiwan po ng pera ang Lola n’yo na sapat hanggang sa makagraduate ako, tininabi ko nalang muna. Para makapag tuloy pa rin ako kapag ka medyo hindi na ganoon kagastos si Leo.”

Elijah never had that kind of problem. She had the money, but rarely ever had love. Not from her parents, especially now that the love that used to come from Isaac no longer feels real at all. Everything seemed solvable by money but her need to be loved.

“Kayo ga? Kabata n’yo pa rin!” She asked.

Eli thinks back to the time during highschool when she realized that there’s no one in this world that will get her like Leon ever will. No one will ever memorize her algorithms and mishaps like he will. At one point Leon even jokes, a classic one from the books, that if by the time they reach the age of 30 and they still didn’t have partners, they would consider getting married for the money. But that’s what it is now. At 23, getting married for the money. Though the money isn’t for them, really. It was for the hotel that their family businesses were trying to expand to Cebu.

“Siguro hindi ko lang rin talaga nakikita na iba ang makakasama ko for that matter. It’s always been me and Leon,” Eli replied. “His parents were already mine too long before all these. Siguro alam na rin talaga sa amin na noon palang dito rin kami matatapos.”

“Cute,” she giggled again, finishing rinsing the last plate on the sink.

“Eli!” As if on cue, Leon enters the kitchen with Leo clinging to him while he sits on his hip. “Magba-bye na daw ang baby!”

Eli smiles at him fondly, removing her apron before taking Leo into her arms. “Will you miss Ninang, my love?”

The little boy nodded eagerly, tears forming in his eyes as he realized that Eli and Leon were about to leave. “Magiging mabuti siguro kayong magulang ano?” Malaya smiled at them as she wiped the tears from her son’s face.

“Update us about the binyag, we’ll be there, Malaya. Okay?”

“Sure po–” she was cut off by Leo suddenly wailing reaching her for her. “Ay nako, ang bata na ‘yan. Uuwi naman si Ninang at Ninong uli!”

“We’ll be back okay?” Leon chuckled at him, kissing the top of his head since he could not bother moving from where he buried his head on Malaya’s neck. “Babalik kami ni Ninang Eli, Leo.”

But Leo only ended up crying more.

“He’s gonna cry himself to sleep,” Eli laughed as she caressed his head one more time before tugging at Leon’s shirt. “Iiyak ‘yan lalo kapag nagising uli at andito pa tayo.”

“Ang dami nyo pong alam sa mga bata ano?”

“Kailangan alagaan ang mga bunso eh,” Leon chuckled.

“Ah! Kapatid n’yo nga pala po si Bianca Park ano? Yung nasa commercial ng SM?”

Leon felt his heart swell upon the fact that his own little sister has really made a name for herself just from her own hard work. He nodded proudly at Malaya.

“Tuwang tuwa si Leo palagi kapag nakikita n’ya ang commercial na ‘yon!”

“Isasama namin next time,” Leon smiled at her.

“You said I didn’t know why you were going home kahapon noong nagpipilit ako sumama,” Leon mumbled as they sat in the afternoon traffic sa Tagaytay, enjoying the warm pink skies of the afternoon in Tagaytay as they drove home. “Did you really think makakalimutan ko na magbbirthday ka?”

Elijah just looked at him, shocked that he was bringing it up. Truth be told, Leon has been thinking of asking that before they even reached Batangas yesterday, but she seemed too distraught with the news with Isaac. He feared he’d add more salt to the wound if he asked, so he held back.

“I celebrated your existence from the very beginning. For 19 years of your life, I have been there, Ellie. Did you think it didn’t matter to me?” Leon continued upon realizing that Eli wasn’t doing anything to defend herself. It was very Elijah to let everyone critique her and she’d just sit there, allowing people to just point out everything wrong with her. “I mean, you have every right to assume na hindi ko maaalala. To be fair, apat na taon rin akong wala. That’s on me. But I remembered your birthday doon sa mga taon na wala ako. And I’m here now. Hindi ko makakalimutan ‘yon.”

“I just didn’t think it was worth celebrating,” Eli replied honestly. “It’s just another day. Actually, it’s surprising they’re throwing a dinner party for me. I suppose you got the email rin kaninang tanghali? I found it out kela Ynes, earlier bago nila sabihin sa akin through our family groupchat. Funny. All of a sudden, probably because I was an instrument to the company’s expansion, mahalaga na ako. I was worth celebrating na. Besides, I’ve celebrated it with Myla ever since.”

“And me,” he mumbled quietly. “You should be celebrated, Ellie. You deserve that more than you want to admit.”

The car ride was quiet as they let the soft love song play on Elijah’s shuffle playlist. It wasn’t too long until she was peacefully sleeping on the passenger seat with her blanket and neck pillow comfortably wrapped around her. Leon couldn’t help but steal quick glances whenever they stopped at a red light to admire the calmness beside him.

That was the same woman he slept next to last night but of course she wouldn’t remember that. She slept too well and deeply from how she sobbed until she basically passed out. He knew she only remembered that she fell asleep next to him like they used to and thought he’d gotten up when she was asleep.

But Leon remembers everything, even the tone of her breathing and the pace of his own heart beating as it slows down from its frenzy when she laid her head on his chest while she cried. Every single detail about that night haunted him in the most beautiful way because he doesn’t know when he’ll ever get to feel that comfortable again now that they are returning to their normal lives.

Will she stay up late in the office again? Avoid him like she did the past few weeks before yesterday? Pretend like he doesn’t exist again?

—

“Are you okay?” Leon asked, reaching for her hand under the table, leaning closer just so she would hear him properly. Her hands were clammy and cold, shaky even—that alone is enough to confirm that she isn’t feeling very well with the entire situation back in the Yang Residence, but he still wanted to hear from her that she wanted help.

Leon’s heart breaks at the small head shade that she gave, squeezing his hand slightly, feeling her manicured nails dig lightly on the back of his palms. “A bit on edge, sorry.”

Truth be told, she was just waiting for things to get worse. Waiting for an uninsured announcement that's gonna make her life even more complicated than it is like the last dinner party that happened. The time is dragging by so slow and they just wouldn’t announce it right away. Elijah was sitting on the edge of her seat waiting for it, just so she could say that she was ready to hear another one of her parents’ absurd ideas.

“Alis muna tayo or kayo nalang muna ni Ynes?” He asked, though he very much hoped that she would pick him and to his surprise, she agreed to go with him.

He then composes himself and glances at the dragon on the table, Soren Yang, politely, and smiles at him. Soren, much too immersed his delight that his daughter and Leon are doing well with each other, raised his eyebrows in the same polite manner, and asked why. “Medyo masama po ang pakiramdam, magpapahangin po muna.”

Soren nodded, “No problem, dear. Be back though, isserve na yung dessert in while.”

Leon offers stands up, tall and composed before helping Eli up as well. Everyone coos at the sight. “Aye! Protection okay? Hindi si Eli ang dessert!” Tobi playfully chuckles, making Bia, who is sitting next to him, slap his shoulder. “Ang bastos ng bibig mo, okay? Nasa harap ka ng pagkain!”

Everyone giggles at Bianca, their attention shifting on the young girl and how good her table manners are—how good she was raised. Elijah cannot help it, but she sees herself so much in Bianca. It then reminds her of why this marriage must be done. If it’s not her, it’s gonna be Bianca or Cielo or either of their brothers. It would ruin her to think that she allowed for that to happen.

“Hinga muna,” Leon smiled at her as soon as they reached the garden, the both of them sitting on the swing of their old playset.

Oh, that old playset. Countless memories of the both of them knocking each other out of the swing whenever the other pushed too hard. All the scrapes and bruises they had as children, most of them were because of this exact playset.

Now they’re all grown. Set to marry in a few weeks or so.

Despite Leon’s reminder, Elijah only finds it harder to breathe as she looks around reminiscing everything they did here as children. They were no longer children anymore.

“Hala s’ya,” Leon worriedly stands up and walks over to where Elijah was sitting, beginning to hyperventilate. “Tayo ka.”

Elijah knows that method too well, where Leon was going to hug her as tight as he could until the pressure signals to her brain that she is safe and nothing wrong is going to happen. “Bilang ka hanggang 12 tas pabalik.”

It always worked with Leon, without fail. But no one else was able to do it besides him. Not even her own brothers or any of her girl friends were able to successfully do it. They always resorted to just frantically searching for her rescue inhaler to help with her attacks

“It’s not gonna work,” Eli managed to argue while her hand was curling up on the skirt of her dress as she desperately tried to regulate her breathing on her own but it only got worse with every passing second. Her own heartbeat was flooding her ears and her senses were beginning to cloud, only focusing on the fact that something might happen.

“Sumunod ka nalang muna, for once okay? Tigas ng ulo mo kahit kelan,” Leon sighed, pulling her up by her sides before engulfing her in a tight hug. “Bilang,” he orders, which Elijah does in her mind, but instead of counting to 12 and back like she was asked to, she found herself counting the steady beats of Leon’s heart instead, distracting her from the thumps of her own heart.

“Ang hirap mo kalingain, Elijah,” he sighed. “Kailangan makipagaway sa’yo palagi para magpaalaga ka. Hindi naman p’wedeng ganoon. Palagi tayong magaaway kung palagi kang gan’yan.”

“Nakakapikon ka naman kasi talaga.”

“Touche,” he chuckled softly, still maintaining his tight hold on her. “But that’s how I am dati palang. It’s not gonna be Leon if I don’t piss you off.”

Bits of Leon still lingered, she thought. She was so consumed by the fact that it was Leon who walked away first that she didn’t get to see that Leon was still Leon when he was with her and it took him quicker to adjust than she did. Maybe she played the victim to well to notice that Leon was having a hard time with her too and it wasn’t just her.

Nawalan rin si Leon.

Unlike her, Leon lost Margot. The goddess herself. The most ideal woman that Elijah has probably met in her entire life. Margot was a lot to lose.

And Isaac, he probably was just waiting for the perfect moment to break it up with her and be with Louisse. Someone who understood him better than Elijah ever will. Someone who never complains that he’s too busy, because they are busy together.

But that’s besides the point. Leon was still Leon. Eli was the one who changed so much. So much that what used to be normal did not feel normal anymore to the point that Leon did not seem like Leon anymore. Leon wasn’t the stranger she thought he was in the beginning. She was the stranger meeting Leon again and not the other way around.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, eyes spaced out as she continued listening to his heartbeat like her life depended on it, breaths finally getting lighter and slowed down.

“For what?”

“For being a terrible person these past few weeks– the past month,” Elijah sighed, closing her eyes as she tried to maintain the calm breaths when she found a lump in her throat when she tried to explain. “This is hard for you rin. I was just really heartbroken that my life was being meddled with nanaman—but it’s not a good reason for being an asshole—for not coming home for dinners, for leaving you before you’re up—”

“It’s okay, Eli,” Leon mumbles before kissing the top of her head. “I understand.”

“Kahit na.”

“I’m forgiving you,” he replied. “I was an asshole rin for leaving you before and making you think na I’m always going to do that. Quits na tayo. Kailangan mo nang patawarin rin ang sarili mo.”

Elijah looks up at him. Leon's heart quickens its pace, Elijah can hear it but it doesn’t make her heart thump like it did a few minutes ago. Leon stares at the soft features of her face, especially her glossed over eyes, as she looks up at him fondly.

“Iiyak ka nanaman,” he chuckled, pressing a firm kiss on her forehead. “Iyakin.”

“Ikaw rin naman,” Elijah playfully hits his chest to retaliate even though it was true. She was a crybaby. They used to joke when they were kids that Elijah’s first response to everything is to get overwhelmed and cry. But her emotionality ultimately made her the great artist that she is right now. Sheer talent and the ability to project emotion to art, apparently was a favorable trait to have, she learned from the past art conventions that she has joined. “Umiiyak ka na rin e!”

“Napuwing ako,” he joked, reaching up to wipe the forming tears on the corner of her eye. “Puwing lang ‘yon. Tunay ‘yung iyo oh.”

“Tama ka na,” she laughed, finally finding her arms wrapping around Leon, returning his embrace that has loosened now into a hug instead of a squeeze for deep pressure. “Either way, I just wanted to say na I missed getting to talk to you like this. I’m sorry I changed a lot.”

“You grew, Ruby,” Leon replied to her. “Maybe hindi patangkad, but you grew. Maybe not in the same direction as I did, as everyone else did. But you grew. At your own pace. In the way that you wanted to. ‘Yun ang mahalaga. And dapat cinecelebrate ang mga ganoong bagay, hindi inihihingi ng patawad.”

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fishareglorious · 11 months

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Channeling Outis's wife's longing through listening Hanggang Kailan on loop while drawing this

Other version (something is wrong with me):

#outis #fish doodles #limbus company #my gayass going ‘mahirap ang mag isa at sa gabi hinahanap hanap kita’ while looking at outis references #fishareglorious this is a middle aged war criminal that’s already married why are you like this #lovingly rendering her wrinkles (it is three short lines)

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melovesanneeeee · 9 months

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parang wala na namang sense lahat ng bagay. para san pa? para kanino? hanggang kailan???

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urninhongs · 2 years

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hanggang kailan, eleven

SYNOPSIS, kung saan nag away si seungcheol at si yn at nadulas niyang nasabi na mas pipiliin na lang niyang lumayas ng bansa. masyadong sineryoso ni seungcheol at binilhan siya ng ticket, not knowing na merong ibang nag-aantay sa kanya doon.

PAIRING/S, choi seungcheol x f!reader x yoon jeonghan

part eleven | prev / masterlist / next

a/n: sorry for the late updates! nag start na classes namen suPER PAGOD .. important updates next parts ( matagal lang iuupload kase exams na namin :< ) sooo pls look forward to it !! anyways may playlist na akong ginawa for this au ( nasa masterlist ) hehe mwa <3

#kwentuhan : hanggang kailan <3 #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #jeonghan x reader #seventeen smau #seventeen filo smau #seventeen filo au #seventeen imagines #seungcheol imagines #scoups imagines #jeonghan imagines

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written4seung · 2 years

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hi not sure kung open ba ang hard hours pero grabe. hindi ko alam na may kuya kink pala ako 😭 more heeseung kuya kink pls omg ka jddhbdieje

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1:32 am

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: kissing, making out aka momol hehe, medyo public momol and sex, car sex, protected sex

language: tagalog-english words: 954

a/n: idk kung timestamp pa toh sa haba pero wala na kong matitle kaya ayan nalang. hard tot lang dapat to kaso nag-enjoy na ko isulat so enjoy nalang kayo! (not proofread)(plus i tried more on tagalog dialogues and narrations, lmk if cringe or okay lanv or mas gusto niyo yung ganto)

senior mo sa univ si hee ng about a year or two and may crush ka sa kanya for years. lagi mo siyang nakikita pero never mo pa siyang nakakausap kasi nasa ibang dept siya until magkasama kayo sa isang org then nagkayayaan ng gimik sa bar.

nung nag-uwian na yung iba, nagpaiwan kayo with few more friends since kaya pa naman and moderate palang tama niyo. nung umonti kayo, mas nagkakausap kayo hanggang sa magtabi na kayo sa couch and magusap nang kayo lang.

"lagi kitang nakikita pag uwian eh, tinitignan mo ko," pang-asar niya. "lah assuming ka, kuya. paano mo naman nasabi?" pagdeny mo kahit halatang halata na sa pula ng pisngi mo. mas namumula ka na dahil sa kanya kesa sa alak. "kasi lagi din kitang hinahanap, tinititigan," pag-amin niya.

nagtitigan lang kayo after non, until bumulong siya at hinawi ang buhok mo before resting his hand on your thigh, "ang ganda mo, sobra. i want to fucking ruin you." "what if that's what, kuya?" "fuck. can i kiss you, baby?" "please, kuya," halos ikabaliw ni hee ang mga sagot mo kaya hinila ka niya paupo sa mga hita niya at saka ka hinalikan.

you felt him getting hard under you when he pulled you closer. buti nalang at nasa dancefloor ang iba niyong mga kasama at kayo lang ang nasa table niyo. "tara sa kotse hmm?" bulong niya habang ibinababa ang mga halik niya papunta sa mga leeg at balikat mo. you just whined while nodding. masyado ka nang nalulunod sa sarap ng bawat dampi at sipsip ng mga labi niya sa balat mo.

"tayo, baby," utos niya pagtigil niya sa paghalik sayo. sumunod ka agad, amused at how he assert dominance on you. sumunod siya ng pagtayo sayo at saka inayos ang buhok mong nagulo niya nang kaunti habang hinahalikan ka. nakatitig ka sa kaniya habang ginagawa niya yon, naka tingala ka sa kaniya sa sobrang tangkad niya kaysa sayo. tangina totoo ba toh? parang kailan lang, gwapong-gwapo ako sa kaniya sa malayo tapos ngayon nakamomol ko na siya at mukhang dadalhin na ata ako sa langit, pagkausap mo sa sarili mo sa isip mo.

"let's go," nginitian ka niya at saka ka hinawakan sa bewang, guiding you back to the basement parking where he parked his car in. binuksan niya ang pinto ng kaniyang kotse at ibinaba ang upuan sa harap para makapasok ka sa likod. umupo siya sa tabi mo at saka isinarado ang pinto.

muli ka niyang hinalikan hanggang sa maihiga ka niya. lumuhod siya sa harap mo at inalis niya ang itim na short sleeved dress shirt niya at saka itinaas ang dulo ng iyong dress. he touched your clothed core making you moan. "you're so wet," bulong niya. "and you're hard, kuya," sagot mo sabay hawak sa pantalon niya feeling his hard bulge.

"can i take this off?" tanong niya hooking his fingers on your panty's garter. "yes," agad niyang hinila ito pababa matapos mong sumagot at saka hinayaang malaglag sa lapag ng kanyang kotse. he, then, spread your wetness on your folds and clit with his fingers.

dahan-dahan niyang ipinasok sayo ang kanyang daliri, ginalaw ito nang medyo mabilis at nagtanong, "masakit?". umiling ka, "masarap." napangisi siya sa sagot mo kaya naman ay dinagdagan niya ang daliri niyang naglalabas-pasok sayo. napaungol ka sabay kalmot sa braso niyang nakahawak sa bewang mo dahil dito.

"kuya... i want you na... ipasok mo na," pagmamaka-awa mo pero imbes na sunurin ka niya ay dinagdadagan niya pa ang daliri niya making you loudly gasp. "shhh, be patient, baby. i need to stretch you out baka hindi mo ako kayanin," pagpapaliwanag niya habang himihimas ang hita mong nasa ibabaw ng kanya.

"w-wag na... i was... i was touching myself earlier this morning," hingal at nahihiya mong kwento. he scoffed and got a condom from his wallet in his pocket before starting to unbutton his pants, "beg me." hinila niya ito pababa kasama ang boxers niya. napalunok ka nalang nang makita ang kahabaan niya. seeing him fueled up your lust more, "kuya please..."

isinuot niya sa sarili niya ang condom before he aligned it to you before saying, "okay, ipapasok ko na." he pushed himself inside you after you nodded. napaungol ka nang malakas nang maisagad niya ito sayo at saka gumapang sa ibabaw mo. "shhh," he hushed you, reminding you na nasa parking lang kayo at maaaring may makarinig sainyo. hinalikan ka niya para mas hindi parinig ang mga ungol mo at ang bawat dahan-dahan niyang bayo sayo.

"kuya, faster," bulong mo sa gitna ng halikan niyo. muli siyang lumuhod sa harap mo nang hindi hinuhugot ang sarili niya bago sinunod ang sinabi mo. napapapikit at kagat-labi ka nalang sa sarap habang pinipigilan ang mga ungol mo. halos puro kalmot na rin ang hita at braso ni hee na kinakapitan mo. "ah, shit," mura niya, arching his neck.

"kuya... ah, fuck, kuya, lalabasan na ko," iyak mo. "wait, answer me first," mas binagalan niya ang bayo niya ngunit mas sinagad niya pa ito sayo. "ako ba iniisip mo whenever you touch youself?" tanong niya. "yes, kuya," you instantly answer, desperate for release. "good girl. now, let go."

"kuya!" sigaw mo as you pulled hee para umibabaw sayo feeling your release gushing out. "tangina," isiniksik niya ang mukha niya sa leeg mo, spilling his orgasm in the condom.

dahan-dahan siyang humugot saka inalis at tinapon ang suot niyang condom. nilinisan ka niya at ang sarili niya bago siya nag bihis ulit. inalalayan ka niya para lumipat sa shotgun set ng kotse niya. hinalikan niya ang noo mo bago sumakay sa driver's seat at sinabing, "i'm bring you to my place so you can rest, hmm? you did great, baby."

#heeseung smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #asked abri #abri in tagalog #abri's anons #🍠 anon

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strawberryancake · 10 months

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enhypen jungwon as a law student

tags: smut, written in taglish lol

jungwon has a mommy kink

You went to the bar alone. Sobrang wala ka na sa katinuan kaya hindi mo na napigilan magpunta sa labas at uminom. Usually, sa condo mo lang naman ginagawa ‘yun pero dahil gusto mo rin ng panibagong environment, you decided to go out.

You did not invite your friends as well. Naisip mo kasing may mga pamilya at mga anak na rin sila kaya hindi mo na inabala. Besides, kaya ka lang naman nagpunta sa bar kasi grabe na rin ang pressure ng magulang mo.

You’re already 25, last year mo na rin sa doctorate degree

mo, kung kaya’t samu’t saring kantiyaw at ‘kailan ka magkaka jowa?’ na tanong ang lagi mong naririnig, usually from your relatives.

As you situate yourself against the bar counter, you immediately order a margarita. It’s either ito ang inoorder mo o ‘di kaya ilang baso ng whiskey.

“Hi, Ma’am, here’s your margarita,” masiglang bati ng bartender. Agad mo naman siyang pinasalamatan at sinimulan na ring inumin ang alak.

The place you went to is far from how a bar looks like. Kumbaga ito ‘yung bar ng mga taong tapos na sa phase ng maingay, walwal, at tanging sopistikadong musika at mga taong nakabusiness attire lang ang nakikita mo sa paligid.

You bitterly laughed nang mapagtanto mong para sa mga kagaya mo ang ganitong mga lugar—mga nawawala sa landas kahit matanda na, mga naghahanap ng taong makakausap, at literal na malulungkot na tao ang talagang sineserve nila rito.

Malapit na mawala sa kalendaryo edad mo, pero imbis na maghanap ka ng lalaking bubuntis sa’yo, heto ka, nagpapakasasa sa isang high-end na bar sa BGC mag-isa.

Your drinks piled up. Sunod-sunod mong ininom ang mga basong inaabot sa’yo ng bartender. Hindi mo na rin pinapakialaman ang mga tao sa paligid mo kahit medyo dumadami na sila.

“Isa pa pong baso, Sir,” ani mo sa bartender. Nakarinig ka ng boses na unti-unting lumalapit tungo sa direksyon mo ngunit hindi mo na lang ito pinansin.

“Uh, Kuya Reston, ‘wag mo na po siyang bigyan. Kanina ko pa kasi napapansin na medyo napaparami na siya.”

“Are you alone?” Baling niya sa’yo.

Agad mo naman siyang sinamaan ng tingin kung kaya’t padabog mo rin siyang sinagot.

“Don’t fucking mind me,” sabi mo. “Kung kanina ka pa nandito, dapat alam mong hindi mo dapat ako pinapakialaman.”

Natawa naman siya.

Natawa amputa?

“Concerned lang po,” aniya. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Hindi ka na lang sumagot at inabot ang shot glass mula sa bartender.

“What brings you here?”

The man tried to converse with you but you did not mind him. Mas iniisip mo ang problemang matagal na bumabagabag sa’yo kung kaya’t tumuloy ka lang sa pag-iinom.

“Sungit.”

“Can you leave me alone?” Mataman mo siyang tinitigan to scare him off, however, the man just smiled fondly at you—at dahil d’yan, nakita mo rin ang lubog na lubog nitong dimples.

“Paano kung ayoko?”

“Eh ‘di ako na lang aalis!”

Kukunin mo na ang bag mo para sana umalis at nagbill out ka na rin sa counter ngunit pinigilan ka niya.

“Don’t leave,” aniya. “I’m not gonna harm you. Nandito lang din ako kasi bored ako. Saka wala akong balak sa’yo, Miss, gusto ko lang makipagkwentuhan.”

Hindi mo alam kung ano mararamdaman mo—kasi alam mong pumunta ka sa bar para lunurin lang ang sarili mo sa alak, pero dahil may makulit sa tabi mo, parang nabagabag tuloy ang payapa mong buhay.

“Ang dami mong alam.”

“I know. Kaya nga ako nakapasa sa UP Law.”

Agad ka namang napatingin sa kanya.

“You’re from UP Law?!”

Natawa naman siya. “Sa kasamaang palad.”

“I went here alone because I was so stressed out. Hindi ko naman inexpect na sobrang hirap pala ng law school, let alone in UP.”

You scoffed.

“Malamang. Law school nga, eh. I have a friend in UP Law. She’s already in her fourth year. Ayun, nasiraan na siya ng bait.”

“Ni hindi na nga namin siya nakakausap.”

Nagpatuloy pa ang kwentuhan niyo—from Law School, to your doctorate degree, hanggang sa hindi mo na rin namalayan na medyo nahihilo ka na.

“Are you okay?” Tanong ni Jungwon. You introduced yourselves to each other at nagulat ka dahil ang unusual ng pangalan nito—only to realize he’s a full-blooded Korean na dumito sa Pilipinas ang magulang dahil mas maayos daw dito.

Na ikinatawa mo na lang.

“Yeah,” sagot mo. “Kinda dizzy. But ‘m fine.”

“Are you sure? Kaya mo pa ba?”

“Oo nga,” at this point, ramdam mo na talaga ang tama ng alak sa’yo. Kumukulit ka na rin at hindi mo na rin napipigilan ang tabas ng bibig mo.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya. “Your dimples look so cute. Can I poke it?”

Bahagya naman siyang natawa. Pansin mo rin na medyo magkalapit na ang distansya niyong dalawa at amoy na amoy mo na rin ang pabango nitong pamilyar ka—Mango Thai Lime by Jo Malone.

S’yempre pamilyar ka. Suki ka sa Jo Malone store sa Podium eh.

“P’wede naman,” natatawang tugon nito.

You did not mind the distance—agad mong nilapitan ang mukha niya to poke his dimples.

Muntik ka pang ma-out of balance mula sa pagtayo, kung kaya’t agad ka namang inalalayan ng lalaki.

You suddenly felt the hot temperature inside the bar. Nagtataka ka kung bakit biglang uminit ang lugar, gayong kaninang pagkapasok mo ay kulang na lang magpatong ka ng jacket dahil sa lamig.

Not to mention you wore a slightly slutty dress tonight—gold sleeveless dress na may kababaan ang neckline, habang ang dalawang magkabilang gilid ng tela ay may bilog na butas.

Kaya siguro ramdam mong mainit. Kasi ang init ng palad ni Jungwon sa bewang mo.

“Gonna poke your dimples na,” sabi mo, medyo kinakain mo na ang mga salita mo dahil sa pagkahilo at lasing.

“Hmm.”

Matapos mong ilang ulit hinahawakan ang dimples niya ay natatawa-tawa ka rin. Lasing ka na nga.

“Hey,” tawag niya. “Are you sure you’re okay? Lasing ka na yata.”

Bahagya kang kinilabutan dahil tapat na tapat sa tenga mo ang boses niya. You can clearly hear how his breath brushes against your ear, kung kaya’t napakapit ka sa malapad nitong balikat.

“Oo..”

“I’m fine,” pagpupumilit mo. Alam mo sa sarili mong hindi mo na rin kaya, however, gusto mo lang din talaga magpakalasing ngayong gabi.

Plus ang gwapo pa ng kasama mo.

“I don’t think you still are,” sagot niya. “Hahatid na kita sa place mo.”

Hindi mo na rin pinilit na tumanggi. Either way, inaantok ka na rin naman na.

“Saan ba location mo? Pin natin sa Waze,” salubong ng lalaki nang makapasok na kayong dalawa sa kotse niya. His car is so spacious—kulay silver ang Mazda SUV nito, at nang titigan mo ang likod ay sobrang luwag lalo pa’t ang mga upuan ay nakatupi.

You did not answer right away. Nadistract ka dahil ngayon ka lang din talaga nakakita ng ganitong kaluwag na kotse.

Naisip mo tuloy na talagang batikan na ang lalaki sa mga galawan niya. Sino ba naman kasing bachelor ang bibili ng spacious na kotse? ‘Di ba dapat ‘pag gano’n ay convertible o two-seater lang ang kotse mo?

Napasinghal ka naman dahil sa naisip mo.

“Ah, ano,” sabi mo. “Teka, type ko,” still slurry, you managed to type your address.

Na eventually ay in-autocorrect ng Waze dahil mali-mali spelling mo.

“Your seatbelt, please,” aniya. Dalawang beses niya itong inulit pero dahil abala ka ring ifocus ang sarili mo sa thought na kailangan mong magpatanggal ng amats, hindi mo siya pinansin.

At bahagya kang nagulat nang biglang lumapit siya sa harap mo. Noong una, wala siyang ginagawa. Nakatingin lang siya sa’yo.

Pero dahil hindi mo rin talaga alam kung anong pakay niya, sinunggaban mo siya.

Hinalikan mo siya nang mariin.

Hinapit mo siya papalapit sa’yo. You can also feel his hot and breathy moans against your kisses. Pakiramdam mo, mas lalo kang nalalasing sa paraan ng paghalik niya sa’yo.

Para ka kasi niyang nilolooban.

“J-Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya habang naghahalikan kayo. “Fuck,” mura niya.

“Sorry..”

“Aayusin ko lang talaga seatbelt mo, sorry, I went too far,” mabilis niyang balik matapos ilock ang seatbelt.

Eh kaso horny ka na.

Kaya nang simulan niya ang pagmamaneho, inabot mo ang kamay niya.

Tapos pinatong mo sa exposed mong hita.

God, ang init ng kamay ni Jungwon, ani mo pa sa isip mo. Hindi naman din tinanggal ni Jungwon ang kamay niya at patuloy lang din siya sa pagmamaneho.

Maya-maya pa ay ramdam mo na kung paanong tumataas ang kamay niya papunta sa gitna ng hita mo.

You can’t help but to omit a very unexpected moan, kung kaya’t tinakpan mo ang bibig mo. When you looked at Jungwon, you saw him smirked.

And then you felt his hand grip your thigh more. His fingers are drawing circles against your skin, while his other hand maneuvers the vehicle.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya. Hindi ka nito pinansin. Bahagya ka pa ngang nagulat dahil ilang minuto pagkatapos mo siyang tawagin ay pamilyar na ang mga buildings na nakikita mo, hudyat na malapit ka na makauwi sa condo.

“We’re here.”

“Kaya mo ba umakyat?”

Hindi ka nakasagot. Bagkus, hinila mo siya papalit sa’yo saka muling siniil ng halik ang lalaki.

“Babe,” tawag mo. “God, I can’t fucking believe I’m gonna say this,” you said in between your kisses.

“Sex tayo.”

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Nang makapasok kayo sa loob ng condo mo ay hindi mo na pinalampas ang pagkakataon. Muli kayong naghalikan sa likod ng pinto. You kissed each other hungrily; kulang na lang ay kainin niyo ang mukha ng isa’t isa.

“You are so hot,” tawag niya. “Mommy.”

As if something sparked in you, agad kang napatigil sa pakikipaghalikan.

“What did you just call me?”

“Mommy.”

Ah pota.

Bahagya mong hinalikan muli ang lalaki. Naramdaman mo ring hinahapit ka niya papalit sa’yo, at ang mga kamay niya ay abala rin sa paglalakbay.

Minsan sa bewang mo.

Minsan sa leeg.

Minsan naman dumadako ang mga ito sa dibdib mo—pero saglitan lang, and your annoyance grew bigger. Naiinis ka na kasi halatang inaasar ka ni Jungwon.

Pero dahil gusto mo ngang nasusunod ka, you spoke.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo rito. “Hawakan mo boobs ko.”

You felt him smile while kissing you, at agad mo namang naramdaman ang isang kamay niya na hinihipuan ka.

“Ah,” you shamelessly moaned. “Sarap,” naputol ang halikan niyo dahil binuhat ka niya.

“Laki ng dede mo, tangina,” aniya. “Hindi kasya isang kamay ko.”

Bahagya mong hinalikan muli ang lalaki. Hindi mo na rin alam kung nasaang banda kayo ng condo mo, ngunit nang maramdaman mo ang mattress ng kama mo ay napagtanto mong dinala ka na niya sa kwarto mo.

“Mommy,” tawag niya. “Hubaran kita?”

Nakaramdam ka naman ng kiliti sa tanong nito. Gago talaga.

Tumango ka naman bilang sagot.

Nang mahubaran ka habang nakahiga ay tinitigan mo si Jungwon. Matalim ang paraan ng pagtitig nito sa’yo, at dahil gusto mong mas makita ka pa niya ay ikaw na ang nagtuloy ng paghuhubad niya sa’yo.

“Wala kang bra,” aniya, hinihingal pa. “You didn’t wear anything.”

“Paano kung hindi ako ‘yung nakausap mo ru’n?”

You smirked. “I don’t know. Baka siguro hindi ikaw ang nasa ibabaw ko ngayon.”

You exposed yourself in front of him. Nakatukod ang tuhod nito sa pagitan mo. Kasalukuyan kang nakabukaka sa harap niya.

“Look at your pussy,” aniya. “Wala pa akong ginagawa sa kanya pero tignan mo, basang-basa na siya.”

Nakaramdam ka ng kiliti sa mga sinabi nito.

“Eh ‘di gawan mo na ng kung ano-ano para mas lalo pa siyang mabasa.”

Agad naman siyang pumatong sayo. The brush of his suit against your bare skin makes you feel so hot. Ang gaspang kasi ng suot niya tapos maya’t maya pa ang pagtama nito either sa puke mo o sa legs mo.

He massaged your breasts. Hindi niya inaalis ang tingin niya sa’yo, kung kaya’t sinusubukan mo ring magpinta ng sarap sa emosyon mo.

“Laki talaga.”

Nang sinabi ‘yun ay agad mo ring inabala ang sarili mo sa paghubad sa kanya. You started taking off his black suit and his slacks. Natitira na lang sa kanya ay ang puti niyang t-shirt at kulay gray na boxers. Mas nahighlight pa ang sobrang lapad na balikat ni Jungwon.

From your view, kitang-kita mo rin ang bakat na tite ni Jungwon.

And he’s still kneading your breasts. Feeling mo tuloy favorite niya ang suso mo.

“Fuck,” aniya. “Dede ako.”

Pumayag ka naman. Naramdaman mo ang labi niya na biglang nilalaplap ang kaliwang suso mo habang ang kanan ay hinihimas pa rin niya. Hindi mo mapigilang mapaliyad dahil sa sobrang ligalig ng dila ni Jungwon sa utong mo

“Ah!”

Binilisan ni Jungwon ang pag-abuso sa dede mo. Nang hindi makuntento ay nagsimula na ring maglakbay ang kanyang kaliwang kamay pababa sa’yo.

Patuloy lang niyang hinahaplos ang balat mo hanggang sa huminto ito sa puson mo.

Kinilabutan ka dahil nagsimula ang mga daliri niya sa paggalaw. Naiinis ka na lalo dahil hindi niya ito binababa pa.

“Jungwon!”

You frustratedly called him.

“Pasok mo na ‘yan. Or rub mo clit ko, please, god,” sabi mo.

“Hindi po ako si God.”

Mas lalong nangasim ang ekspresyon mo kung kaya’t nang titigan mo siya habang nilalamutak pa rin ang suso mo ay nakatingin na agad ito sa’yo.

“Joke lang,” aniya.

You felt his finger teasing your clit. Hindi mo na talaga mapigilan kung kaya’t mas bumukaka ka pa para malibot niya ang kanyang kamay.

“Fuck!”

“Tangina,” mura mo. Mabagal niya kasing hinihimas ang puke mo at dahil do’n, sobrang nasasabik ka.

And then you felt his finger go inside you. His thumb is lightly massaging your clit habang ang kanyang middle finger ay mabagal ding lumalabas-masok.

“Sarap.”

“Bilisan mo pa, please,” tugon mo.

His thrusts became faster. Kung kanina, isang daliri lang ang nagpapaligaya sa’yo, ngayon, ramdam mong dinagdagan niya ng isa ang daliri niya sa loob mo.

You can’t help but moan in satisfaction.

Ang dulas din kasi ng mga daliri niya.

“Oh, God!”

“Faster, please!”

“Fuck!”

Ramdam mo ring tinigilan na ni Jungwon ang paglamutak sa suso mo, at unti-unti na rin siyang bumababa ng halik. Mula sa dibdib mo, ang mga labi niya ay nasa tiyan mo na. Tapos ilang segundo lang, naramdaman mong hinipan niya ang puke mong kanina niya pa finifinger.

“Shit!”

Narinig mo siyang tumawa.

Wala pang ilang pagkakataon at naramdaman mo na ring kinakain ka na niya. His tongue gently swifts your folds; lumilikha pa ng malalaswang tunog ang bibig nito mula sa pagkain sayo.

Agad mong hinawakan ang ulo niya dahil sa sarap ng sensasyon. Diniin mo ang bibig niya sa puke mo at dahil dito, mas binilisan niya ang pagkain at pagfinger sa’yo.

“Fuck!”

“Lapit na ako, shit,” nanghihina mong tugon.

“Dagdag pa ako isang finger, hmm?”

Hindi mo na rin masyado inintindi at mas dumagdag pa ang sarap ng ginagawa ni Jungwon sa’yo dahil tatlong daliri na niya ang kinakalikot ka. Libog na libog ka na dahil sobrang galing ni Jungwon kumain ng puke, tapos ‘yung paghagod pa ng mga daliri niya sa loob mo ay kakaiba.

Ngayon mo lang naramdaman ang sarap ng pagfifinger. Dati kasi hindi mo gusto.

“Ah!”

“Please—Jungwon, please,” sagot mo. “Pasok mo na, please—fuck.”

Hindi ka niya pinansin. Nagpatuloy lang siya sa pagkain at paggalaw sa’yo. Ramdam mo na talagang lalabasan ka kaya’t humihiyaw ka na rin.

“Fuck!”

“Sarap! Tang ina! More!”

“Jungwon—oh, fuck!”

“Please!”

Kalaunan ay hindi mo na rin napigilan at nilabasan ka habang kinakain ka ni Jungwon.

Nanghihina ka at ang hinga mo ay malalalim; hudyat na napagod ang buong katawan mo. However, may ibang plano pa ata si Jungwon sa’yo.

“Agad agad? Hindi pa nga kita tinitira.”

“Bukaka ka ulit.”

“Or gusto mo pabukaka ulit kita?”

Hindi ka na nagsalita at sumunod na lang.

You saw Jungwon wet his palm at agad niya namang jinakol ang sarili.

You also felt how he damped your wet pussy. Naramdaman mo kung paanong mahinang dinadampi ni Jungwon ang mataba niyang tite sa puke mo. You moaned unknowingly.

“Pasok mo na..”

“Ayaw ko pa. I still wanna feel your pussy against my cock. Liit ng puke mo oh.”

“Kasya ba ‘to?”

Hindi ka nakasagot. Hinayaan mo lang siyang gawin ang gusto niya.

Pinapasadahan lang pataas-baba ng tite ni Jungwon ang puke mo. Ramdam mong basa ka na ulit.

“Pasok mo na, please…”

“Mommy,” aniya. “Do you want me to fuck you already? Maaga pa.”

“Yes..”

“Okay, Mommy. Fuck na kita?”

Hindi ka na naman nakasagot. Naramdaman mo na lang na unti-unting pinapasok ni Jungwon ang ulo ng tite niya sa’yo kaya napaungol ka na rin.

“Hmm,” tugon mo. “Shit.”

Mabagal niyang nilalabas-masok ang tite niya sa’yo. Take note rin na hindi niyo pala naisipang magcondom.

“Buntisin po kita?”

“Yes..”

“Puputok ko lahat sa loob?”

“Yes…”

Matapos ay hindi na rin siguro nakapagpigil si Jungwon sa’yo. Bilis niyang nilalabas-masok ang tite niya sa loob mo at ikaw naman ay sinasalubong din ang bawat bayo niya. Ramdam mo pang tumatama rin sa noo mo ang suot nitong dogtag, kaya tinitigan mo siya saka kinausap.

“Hold your necklace. Kagatin mo ‘yang dogtag mo. Tumatama sa akin. Masakit.”

Jungwon did not say anything and started biting his dogtag. Mas dumagdag ang libog mo dahil ang hot niya sa itsura niya ngayon.

While pumping in and out his dick, he then went to devour your breast. Dinidilaan at hinihimas niya ang dalawang suso mo, leaving nothing but hickeys as well.

“Ah!”

Bahagya kang napaungol nang maramdaman mong mas bumibilis ang kantot niya sa’yo. Wala ka na ibang nagawa kundi lumiyad at napatirik ang mata mo sa sarap.

“Gusto mo ‘to?”

“Sarap na sarap ka ah.”

“Kaya ka siguro nasa bar kasi gusto mong makantot? Ano?”

Bahagya ka namang natawa.

Tama naman siya.

“At least ikaw ‘yung kakantot sa’kin. Jackpot.”

Lumilikha ng malalaswang ingay ang mga ari niyong nagsasalop. Your pussy cries in high habang ang tite naman ni Jungwon ay bahagyang lumalaki sa loob mo.

“Sarap mo talaga,” aniya. “Laki laki ng suso mo. Sarap lamasin tas dilaan. Tapos sikip pa ng pepe mo. Lasang juice pa tamod mo. Fuck.”

“Bakit ngayon lang kita nakilala? Sarap mo, gago,” sunod-sunod nitong tugon.

Di nagtagal ay parehas na kayong hingal na hingal sa ginawa niyo.

Jungwon planted his seeds inside you. Napahiyaw ka pa dahil ang mga panahon bago ka niya labasan ay sobrang bilis ng pagkantot niya sa’yo.

Nang matapos ay walang nagsalita sainyong dalawa. Nakaibabaw lang sa’yo ang lalaki.

Bahagya mo ring hinawakan ang pwet ni Jungwon na agad naman niyang hinawi ang mga kamay mo.

“Hey,” aniya. “Why? Pahawak lang eh.”

“Naiilang ako, bahala ka r’yan.”

“Hawak lang..”

Take note: Nakapasok pa rin tite ni Jungwon sa’yo.

—————

Kinabukasan, nagising ka nang may gumagalaw sa ibabaw mo.

Sakit ng katawan ko, fuck, you mentally noted.

Bahagya ka namang napaungol dahil sa biglang paghugot at pagpasok ng titi sa’yo.

“Jungwon..”

“Maaga pa.”

“Maaga na,” he corrected you.

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