miss ko na si bf!jeno na mahilig dumede..
hahaha loe p ,, ttry ko magsulat since di pa busy ng onti 🤏 sa iskul
pagkatapos ng practice, pagkauwi ni jeno ay agad siyang dumiretso sa banyo para maligo. buong araw kasi silang nasa practice room at pakiramdam niyang sobrang lagkit na ng katawan niya. hindi na muna niya inannounce ang pagdating niya dahil alam niyang kasalukuyan kang nasa meeting sa loob ng office mo sa condo niyong dalawa.
ilang minuto rin ang tinagal niya sa loob ng banyo at napansin niyang nakabukas na ang pinto ng home office mo at nakapatay na ang ilaw, tanging ilaw mula sa laptop mo ang umaaninag sa loob. lagpas 7 na rin ng gabi, at naaamoy na ni jeno na nagluluto ka ng hapunan. agad siyang naglakad papuntang kusina at niyakap ka mula sa likod.
“hi baby,” bati mo, “sorry, malapit na maluto since naprepare ko na rin naman kanina bago ako umalis.”
“it’s okay, take your time lang. ako nalang maghugas.” sagot niya, naramdaman mong pinasok ni jeno ang kamay niya sa loob ng tshirt mo. sanay na sanay ka na gawin niya yan, lalo na kapag mahaba ang buong araw niya. hindi rin nagtagal ang pagstay nito sa may tyan mo at lumipat ang mga kamay niya sa dibdib mo, “wait, babe–ano to?”
“ohh, i got nipple piercing few weeks ago.” simpleng sagot mo, tumingin ka sakanya at nginitian siya. “they’re a bit swollen pa pero hindi na masakit. dapat nga navel piercing, but i got scared kasi so si sophia nalang nagpagawa nun.” kwento mo, alam ni jeno na nagbonding kayo ng mga kaibigan mo nung mga araw na sa dorm siya umuuwi dahil sa schedules, pero hindi naman niya inaasahan na ganitong bonding pala ang ginawa niyo. “do you wanna see it?”
jeno nodded his head, inoff mo ang stove at humarap sakanya, umusog naman ng kaonti si jeno at naghintay naitaas mo ang suot mong tshirt. pagka-angat mo nito, ay agad na nanlaki ang mga mata ng nobyo mo.
“holy shit...” sabi ni jeno, ayun lang ang naisip niyang masabi dahil literal na speechless siya sa nakita niya. “c-can i?” tumango ka at hinayaan ang nobyo mong hawakan ang dede mo. naramdaman mong tumayo ang balahibo mo at napakagat labi ka nang maramdaman mo ang dila niya sa nipple mo. jeno’s other hand was playing with the other bud, twirling it gently as you bit your lip a bit harder. j
eno was sucking your nipple a bit harder, medyo nararamdaman mo na ang sakit kaya naman “j-jeno...” ungol mo, “baby, gentle.”
humiwalay si jeno mula sa dibdib mo at napangiti, nagkusa na rin siyang ibaba ang tshirt mo bago humalik sa labi mo. “sorry, got carried away.” tawa niya at naghabol ulit ng halik sa labi mo. “alam mo talagang baliw na baliw ako sa dede mo no? ngayon lalo mo kong binabaliw.” tumawa ka nalang at humalik ulit kay jeno.
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"In the Shadows of Friendship"
➻ SYNOPSIS : Atsushi, battered and bruised in an orphanage, finds solace in your compassionate presence, forming a silent bond that provides hope amid the darkness.
➻ PAIRING : atsushi nakajima x reader
➻ GENRE : angst, comfort
➻ CONTENT WARNING : abused, slight bullying, mentions of cuts and wounds (idk what else to mention. please tell me if i missed one)
➻ WORD COUNT : 717 words
a/n: i hope i got the angsty ambience | (miss ko na siya 😔🤏)
"I heard he was punished for stealing candies. Tsk. Tsk."
In the dimly lit corridors of the orphanage, where shadows clung to the walls like silent specters, a young boy named Atsushi navigated the harsh realities of his life. The whispers of other children echoed in the cold air, tales of mysterious punishments inflicted upon him by the enigmatic directors.
"These candies. Where were they stolen from?"
"They weren't stolen..."
"Liar!"
Punishments with no rhyme or reason left Atsushi battered and bruised, a silent canvas of pain.
Among the pain and uncertainty that pervaded his life, there was a glimmer of hope that Atsushi could always rely on—you. As a fellow orphanage resident, your heart was filled with compassion, and you had taken it upon yourself to console the young boy. Your presence was a beacon of hope in his world, which often felt cold and unforgiving, every time Atsushi returned from a punishment.
You never dared to question him about why the director is always harsh on him. You lack the courage to do so. So you just stay by his side, offering aid and motivation to keep going.
One evening, after a particularly brutal punishment that left Atsushi's body aching and his spirit broken, he returned to his room. To his surprise, he found you waiting there in the corner, a small first-aid kit by your side. Your eyes held a mixture of concern and empathy, as if you could feel his pain as acutely as he did.
"Sit down, Atsushi," you said softly, your voice a gentle melody in the otherwise somber room, guiding him to a worn-out chair.
His gaze was fixed on the cold floor, an unspoken acknowledgement of the pain etched into the linoleum. You moved with compassion's grace, gently cleaning his wounds with the sting of an antiseptic, making him flinch. Nonetheless, he did not protest. He was aware that this was a routine, a ritual you had established—a brief respite from the struggles that haunted him.
"Why do you do this?" Atsushi finally inquired, his voice barely above a whisper, a delicate thread woven through the silence.
You came to a halt in your interventions, your gaze meeting his. "Because I can't stand to see you hurt. You deserve better than this, Atsushi."
A lump formed in his throat, and he turned away, unable to hold back the tears that threatened to fall like rain in a storm. Your compassion felt like a lifeline in a world that had shown him so little kindness—a lifeline he never knew he needed.
"You don't have to do this, you know," he grumbled, his voice heavy with emotion. "You don't owe me anything."
Your fingers brushed against his skin, a gentle touch that felt like a reassurance whisper in the deafening silence. "I don't do it out of obligation, Atsushi. I do it because you're my friend, and friends take care of each other, right?"
Your words made Atsushi's heart clench. Friendship was a foreign concept to him, a language he was only beginning to grasp. Despite his difficulties, you were a constant reminder that there was goodness in the world, even if it was frequently overshadowed by darkness.
As you finished tending to his wounds, the weight of the room seemed to lift. Atsushi's body felt lighter, as if your presence had temporarily relieved the pain. He looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and a newfound sense of belonging that warmed his heart's bitter caverns.
"Thank you," he said quietly, his voice genuine and heartfelt, a delicate melody in the silence of the room.
You gave him a small smile, your hand resting on his shoulder like a reassuring anchor. "You're welcome, Atsushi, but keep in mind that you're not alone in this." Your warm hand touched his pale, cold hands. A symbol of your support and affection for him.
At that moment, as the weight of his difficulties seemed to lift, Atsushi realized he had found a true friend, a beacon of light in the midst of his darkest days. And he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, your unwavering support would guide him through, a compass pointing toward a future where kindness and friendship could triumph over the shadows that lurked in the orphanage corridors.
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