âł BLURRED LINES â BONUS (R18+)
The two of you fall into silence after another burst of laughter, breaths syncing, shoulders still brushing. You meet his gaze, and thereâs something gentle there. Something settled. Something burning just beneath the surface.
Heâs finally yours. For good, this time.
As you stare into his eyes, the world fades. Just the two of you, silently lost in each other. You lean in at the same time, like magnets finally giving in.
The kiss begins soft, tentative. A quiet question lingering between your lips, as if youâre both asking is this okay?
His hand slides to your lower waist, grounding you gently, while your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie. But itâs you who leans in first, who lets go of restraint. You tilt your head and deepen the kiss, your mouth moving with slow, deliberate hunger.
Your teeth graze his lower lip in a teasing bite, bold and breathless, and he exhales like heâs been waiting for this.
And just like that, the dam breaks.
The kiss turns desperate. Heated. His mouth slants over yours with need, tongue slipping past your lips as you gasp. His hand tilts your chin up, deepening it, and your whole body tilts with him like youâd give anything to get closer.
You feel his palm at your waist, sliding under your shirt to touch bare skin. You shiver. Your fingers thread into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groans into your mouthâlow, guttural.
His lips never leave yours as he presses you back against the wall, his body flush against yours, and suddenly youâre both touching, gripping, chasing friction.
A weak moan slips from you, breathless against his lips. He responds by dragging his mouth down your jaw, along your throat, licking over your pulse until youâre squirming, arching into him.
Bumping on furniture, you both stumble toward the bedroom, still tangled in each other, kisses never breaking. His hand is firm at your back, guiding you, until suddenly, he just lifts you up like itâs easy.
You yelp, caught off guard, but your laughter is muffled when he sets you down gently on the bed and climbs over you, caging you in.
âAre you okay with this?â he asks, voice low, breath hot against your skin.
You blink up at him. The Kuni you first met never asked things like this. The Kuni now⌠looks almost shy asking it. Itâs a different kind of heat that curls in your stomach.
You let out a quiet, amused breath, laughing softly â but itâs warm, hot even, like youâre teasing him and praising him all at once.
âJust fuck me,â you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.
That lights something up in his eyes. Hunger. But more than that. Something possessive.
His mouth finds yours again, rougher this time, and his hands are everywhere. One cradles the back of your head, the other explores your waist, up under your shirt. You can feel the tremble in his fingers like heâs holding back.
He trails feathery kisses down your jaw, to your neck, sucking just under your ear. You gasp, then whimper, your hand shooting up to grab a handful of his hair and tug. He grunts against your skin, then bites lightly, earning another moan from you.
He pulls back only to lift your shirt. You raise your arms for him, and he yanks it off, tossing it behind him without looking. His lips are on yours again the second itâs gone.
His fingers work quickly, skillfully, at your back. You barely notice the movement before your bra loosens and slips away too.
He stops. Just for a second.
His eyes roam your bare chest, half-lidded, hungry, but not just with lust.
Itâs affection. Awe. As if heâs seeing you for the first time again.
He exhales, almost shakily, and dips his head back down, trailing feather-light kisses over your collarbone. Then lower. Around the swell of your breast, soft, reverent.
Youâre already trembling by the time he finally wraps his lips around your nipple.
You cry out, fingers tangling deeper in his hair. His tongue flicks slow, lazy circles at first, then rougher, wetter. He sucks, hard enough to make your back arch, and you feel his other hand move, pinching and rolling your other nipple between his fingers before switching sides, giving the other breast the same attention.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly, breath hitched and messy, the room echoing with your sounds and the quiet, wet suck of his mouth.
And all the while, his hand trails lower.
From your stomach to the waistband of your pajamas. Fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding the soft lace of your underwear. He doesnât move further yet.
He just cups you over it and groans lowly at the heat he finds.
âGod,â he breathes, kissing the swell of your breast again, âyouâre soaked.â
You whimper as he moves his light fingers in a circling motion, slow and steady. You feel your hips rise, seeking more friction, chasing the rhythm. He latches his mouth on your tit once more, licking and sucking, but you can feel the smirk against your skin when your moan turns into something louder, needier.
âStill gets this wet for me, huh?â he murmurs smugly.
You glare at him through your haze, cheeks burning.
He just grins, and slides his fingers lower.
You squirm beneath his touch, heat blooming under your skin as his hands glide down your sides, slow and sure. Kuniâs eyes track every movement, dark and heavy with desire as he pulls your pajamas and underwear down in one smooth motion, sliding them past your legs and off the bed.
His breath hitches at the sight of youâopen, ready, and already soaked for him.
He licks his lips unconsciously, like heâs starving, and drags his fingers lightly from your lower belly down, grazing over your most sensitive spot.
You let out a choked sound, hips twitching toward his hand on instinct.
Without a word, he slides two fingers into your drenched cunt. Confident, practiced, familiar.
You gasp, walls clenching around him, head tilting back as he finds that spot instantly.
Of course he does. He always knew your body like it was his own.
His thumb moves slow, maddening circles on your clit as his fingers work deeper.
You reach for the sheets with one hand, the other flying up to your mouth to stifle the moan rising in your throat.
He watches you with open hunger, voice dropping to something low and rough. âDo you know how much I missed this sight, hmm?â
âF-Fuck, IâŚâ You can barely form words. The pleasure is overwhelming. Your voice breaks when his fingers pick up speed, and the moan that escapes you is too loud to hide.
âWhat was that?â he teases, lips curling into a smug grin. âLet me hear you, pretty.â
You glare at him through hazy eyes, unable to form a proper comeback.
âIân-need you, nowâah!â
But just when youâre on the brinkâjust when that high is about to crestâhe pulls his fingers out of you.
You whimper, the sudden emptiness making your chest rise and fall with ragged breaths.
He grins, satisfied, and lifts his hand to his mouth. You watch, dazed, as he licks his fingers clean, slow and deliberate.
âYouâŚâ you manage to breathe out, utterly wrecked.
âNot yet, doll,â he murmurs, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. âBe patient for me, yeah?â
You shoot him a frustrated look, which only makes him chuckle under his breath.
He shifts lower, lifting your legs gently over his shoulders, and presses light, teasing kisses along the inside of your thighs.
The anticipation makes your skin buzz, your breath hitching every time his lips get closer.
And when his mouth finally meets your pulsing heat, itâs like falling apart all over again.
A kiss, so soft and tender, before his pace changes. In no time, he devours you like itâs his last meal. Like a rabid animal starved for days.
Your back arches, your legs tighten around his neck, fingers digging on his shoulders, and your moans tumble freely now, unfiltered, raw. You canât stop them even if you tried.
And just when you think it canât get more intense, he adds his fingers againâslow and deep, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of his tongue.
As if not satsified, he picks up the pace. His tongue flicking in rapid motions, fingers curling and reaching the depths of your tight hole.
Itâs too much. Youâre spiraling, overwhelmed, body trembling as the coil inside you finally snaps.
You scream out, louder than you meant to, as the wave crashes over you.
You squirt all over his face, like a dam wall breaking.
He stays with you through it all, anchoring you, savoring every sound, every shiver. He laps up your juices, making sure not a single drop is wasted.
His mouth never leaves you until youâre gasping and limp beneath him, your heartbeat thudding against your ribs like a drum.
He looks up with glistening lips and a satisfied smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing the inside of your shaking legs.
Your body is still trembling from the aftershocks when Kuni leans back, giving you space to breathe.
He doesnât speak as he strips off his shirt. You can see the shape of his length pressing hard against his sweatpants, unmistakable even through the fabric.
He leaves them on for just a second longerâlike he knows the sight is driving you crazyâthen dips his thumbs into the waistband.
When he pulls them down, your breath catches. There it is: thick, hard, and angry.
A rush of heat pools in your stomach, but with it comes a flicker of something else. Possessiveness. Jealousy, even. You didnât mind it back then, but now that heâs yours, the thought that other girls have seen this, felt this, twists sharply in your chest.
You sit up on the bed, desire sharpening with frustration. He sees it in your eyes and smirks.
âKneel for me, pretty.â
Your body reacts before your mind can argue. You slip off the bed and drop to your knees in front of him like instinct, like need. He stands tall, looming over you, positioning himself right in front of your lips.
Then, without warning, his cock pushes past your lips and into the back of your throat.
You gasp at his length, your throat adjusting to the intrusion. He makes you take him whole.
He holds your head just long enough to make you choke and squirm, then pulls back out, letting his dick glisten with your spit.
He admires your lust clouded face beside his cock, rubbing it softy on your lips and cheeks before loosening his grip, a silent command for you to continue on your own.
You get your revenge slowly, licking from the base to the tip in deliberate strokes, taking your time. He groans above you, the sound strained.
âKeep going,â he mutters, voice hoarse.
You obey. You wrap your mouth around him again and begin a rhythmâforward, back, forwardâhand stroking what you canât take in.
He hisses and mutters curses under his breath, hips twitching slightly with restraint.
âFuck⌠look at you,â he grits out. âAll pretty, taking me so well. Such a slut for me, hm?â
You moan in response, the vibration pulling another rough sound from his throat.
But before long, he pulls away and grabs you by the waist, hauling you back onto the bed. His hands are rough with urgency as he positions you, then sits back on his heels, stroking himself slowly, gaze fixed on your body sprawled beneath him.
With one hand still wrapped around himself, he reaches for the drawer beside his bed without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
He finds the condom, slowly tears it open with his teeth, like heâs savoring the tension just before he gives in completely. Then, he rolls it on in one smooth motion
You glare at him, breathless and already aching. âJust put it inside, damn it.â
That earns you a laugh. âAs you wish.â
Then, heâs sinking into you.
His large cock penetrates your tight walls, slow, deep, and filling. He fits snug inside your pussy.
The stretch makes your back arch and a gasp tears from your lips. You crumple the sheets beneath you as you moan. He groans, head tilting back slightly, jaw clenched tight.
âF-fuck,â he mutters. âMissed this. Missed you.â
He stills inside you for a moment, like heâs trying to keep control, trying not to finish too soon. But when he starts to move, itâs with the rhythm youâve always lovedâmeasured at first, then gradually faster, deeper, harder.
His hand sneaks down to your clit, rubbing circles in time with each thrust. Your body reacts instantly, trembling again, pulling him deeper.
The room fills with the sound of skin slapping, breathy moans, soft cursesâmusic only the two of you know.
âKuni,â you cry out, voice broken.
He groans your name back, like it grounds him. He leans forward and to your ear.
âSay it again. Say my name, doll.â
âKuniâfuckâright there!â
Your voice breaks, your nails dig into his back, and the pressure inside you finally snaps.
You cry out as you come, vision blurring, body curling in on itself. He follows seconds later, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, gasping into the crook of your neck.
The clock on his wall ticks. For a while, thereâs only the sound of your mingled breathing, sweat cooling on your skin.
Then, with a faint laugh, he murmurs, âAnother round?â
You shake your head, too tired to form full thoughts. The exhaustion finally hits. âWe still have graduation today,â you mumble, lips curling into a sleepy smile. âI donât wanna receive my diploma with eyebags.â
Kuni grunts and nods, rolling over beside you, pulling you into his arms. Despite the drowsiness, your pulse quickens. This is the first time the two of you cuddled after sex.
Oh yeah. Weâre dating now.
Hesitantly, you curl against him, limbs tangled, heart slowing as his scent enters your senses.
After a moment of silence, you break it with a teasing comment. âI thought youâd change in bed after all this time.â
He hums lazily in response. âChange how?â
âI donât know⌠Since weâre official and all, I thought youâd be gentle and say something cheesy like âlet me make love to you.ââ
He scoffs, nuzzling into your hair. âDid I not make love to you?â
You laugh quietly. âWell, I definitely feel loved.â
He kisses your forehead then, soft and uncharacteristically tender. One of his hands cups the back of your head, holding you close.
Neither of you speaks again.
Morning comes with two bodies tangled in warm sheets.
And for the first time since you met, he doesnât leave the bed.
He stays, arms around you, eyes soft, smiling because he finally found no reason to run.
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You say youâre just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear itâs the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.
NOTE for those wondering why thereâs no smut in a fwb smau, well here it is⌠PLS BE KIND this is like my first time writing proper smut!!! donât read if itâs too cringey for you.. iâm, by all means, no pro-smut writer đ