OOC and I don't really care, I imagine they might be like this after a while of being together with Haruka being corrupted by Ren so meh. Have fun ;)

I do not own UNPS or any characters herein, M rating stands for a reason. PWP ensues:

She had him completely wrapped around her little finger. He had to be for him of all people to have agreed to this request of hers. She had gotten so bold lately.

She was lovely, the light careening across the bare skin of her jaw and throat from the small crack in his curtains across the room. She crawled ever so slowly from the foot of the bed towards him. He could hear her steady breaths in the otherwise quiet room.

"A gentleman can wait, you know." Her words were a lock to the restraints around his wrists, pinning him tighter to his bed. Ren bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fists tighter around the bars of his headboard.

Haruka's knee depressed the cushion beside him, and she leaned an arm across his waist. She whispered in his ear, "Good boy." A subtle smirk played at her glossed lips, her free hand coming up to twirl a strand of his hair. Goosebumps rose up all around his nape and Ren felt a shiver go down his spine. When had he become so docile?

Haruka undid the first button of his shirt, amber eyes never leaving his own oceans of blue. She worried her lower lip between her teeth, the pink flesh plumped from her slight nervousness. She continued, two buttons and then three and then somehow Ren had blinked, and his shirt was spread open across his chest.

His straining wrists burned against the cloth that tied them slightly above his head to his own headboard. The damn thing had betrayed him. They weren't the only part of him that was straining.

"Little Lamb, please." Jinguji Ren didn't beg; he was begged. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, "Let me touch you." So much for that.

Haruka's delicate hands splayed across his chest, touching experimentally down his taut stomach and played with the button of his pants. She allowed a finger to dip ever so slightly below his waistband and Ren felt his heartbeat quicken. A small giggle, almost like the sound of bells reached his ears past the pounding of his blood. His eyes sought hers again and he craved her lips on his.

She popped the button on his pants and near torturously lowered the zipper. "No." Her lips pressed against the hollow of his throat and he moaned lowly, she smiled at the vibration. His pride had him trying to silence himself. "I love your voice Ren, don't try to hide it from me." He stubbornly grit his teeth.

'That won't do.' Her lips continued to his shoulder and Ren groaned brokenly when her teeth grazed his skin. Haruka laved her tongue across the blossoming mark she'd left and raked her nails down his sides.

"Lady," he gasped under his breath, chest practically heaving. Haruka moved to sit between his legs and placed her hands on his warm thighs. Ren's eyes bore through her but she payed him no mind. Curious thumbs drew circles on his hips as she leaned forward to kiss his chest, slowly descending. He never allowed her this much undeterred and uninterrupted freedom with his body. He'd always managed to find a way to distract her thoroughly.

She pressed one hand to the covered mound at the apex of his thighs, the other pushing his hip down into the mattress when he subconsciously bucked against her. Her fingers slipped into his pants to grip him gently over his underwear. "I want to see you, Ren."

His head tilted back, and his eyes fluttered closed as he whispered, "Yes." Haruka couldn't tell if it was an answer to her or a small cry of relief.

She managed to tug his remaining clothes down to his ankles and off of him with only a little difficulty. His blue eyes burned as he lifted his hips to attempt to help her in her goal. Ren gave another tug against his restraints, silently begging for her to let him take control.

Her fingers curled around his erect base, and she gave him a firm tug. "Nuh uh," Haruka muttered, her tongue poking out quickly to wet her full lips.

Ren's knuckles were white, strangling the bars above him. She was eyeing him like she could devour him whole, and he'd be damned if he couldn't return the favor with fervor.

"Lad-" He began, but her tongue drawing a line up his length made her name die in his throat in a choked groan, his mind suddenly drawing a blank. 'Well, that was new.'

Her lips pressed in a kiss to his tip, the fingers of one hand curled loosely around the base and the other held his upper thigh for balance. "Yes? Did you want something Ren?" His length disappeared between her lips, her cheeks hollowed, tongue pressed flat against him. She felt him pulse against her throat. 'Oh god.' His mind went blissfully blank. Teeth gently teased his sensitized skin and her free hand moved to cup him with gentle fingers.

"Fuck!" Ren was panting under her slow ministrations; it was too much, and not enough. He wanted to fist her hair; his hips begged to push further down her throat, but she held him still. Haruka pumped the rest of what couldn't fit in her mouth and bobbed her head. He couldn't look away, 'God damned minx.'

Too soon she lifted herself off of him and leaned back on her bare heels. Ren almost whined at the loss. Almost. Her fingers moved to the back of her dress and tugged at the zipper there, allowing the ruffled fabric to slide from her shoulders. A low growl tore from Ren's throat, she was bare underneath it. With a single kick, the garment met his on the floor and was forgotten.

"Haruka," The edge in his voice sent a jolt of electricity through her; he almost never called her by her name. She lowered herself on his thigh, straddling it so he could feel just how aroused she'd become for him and braced her hands on his broad shoulders. "Release me. Now."

He was vibrating under her fingers, his muscles taught with barely maintained restraint. She moved so her warmth was over him and teased his head at her waiting entrance. Her lips kissed his ear, "And if I don't?" She tugged on his lobe gently with her teeth, fingers moving to splay delicately across the taut plain of his chest.

Haruka lowered herself slowly until she was seated fully upon him, thighs pressed tight against him to keep him still. At the sound of her moan, Ren leaned forward into the crook of her shoulder and bit down suddenly against the tender skin there. She clenched around him and dug her fingers into his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp as she pulled him back out of reach and held him there.

Haruka began to move, her hips rotating in a circular dance, the sounds she made filling his room. 'Too slow, far too slow. He groaned, attempting and failing to increase the pace from beneath her.

Ren pulled again and felt his bindings give just a little bit. Her hips ground against his and she threw her head back, chest arching beautifully into the air. He attempted to commit the sight to memory.

'One more time.'

With a rip, his arms came free. In a flash, Haruka felt her back hit the cool sheets and she was looking up at the white ceiling. Immediately Ren hovered over her, one hand pinning both of her own above her in an almost bruising grip. She felt loose threads from around his wrist tickle her own. His lips attacked the pale column of her neck, leaving a trail of pink marks down to her breast. Even if he hadn't done it already, his gaze alone could have kept her pinned her to the mattress. Her left leg was suddenly on his shoulder, knee almost touching her chest.

He suddenly filled her once more and began his punishment, fingers pinching and pulling gently at one pebbled nipple. Haruka's mantra of his name died on her tongue when stars flashed behind her closed eyelids. He'd never been this rough with her before; his pace was unrelenting, and within moments she was scrabbling at his back for purchase as he showed no signs of slowing down, only changing positions.

She felt strands of his hair tickle her neck as he leaned in close, kissing her jaw. His free hand reached between them and began to rub circles at her most sensitive spot.

His breath was hot against her, and she felt the rumble in his chest as he spoke.

He growled lowly with a smirk, "My turn, Lady."

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