#about.ren

[sugurouge]

— your eyes on my body : kunigami rensuke x f!reader

❝ Worship me, make you believe I'm what you need. So beg, darlin', please, baby, don't lie, it's okay that you crave me. Your eyes on my body, you're shaking, get high on me for you're forsaken.❞

summary: kunigami sucks at accepting compliments. even after all his personal growth, he still struggles with the same quirk years later. so when you suddenly feel the need to put the focus on him and make him feel flustered like a teenager all over again, the best course of action is to leave you unable to form a coherent thought in return

wc: 2.3k

content warnings: pet names (succubus lmao, sweetheart, love), praise, body worship @ kunigami, size kink/difference, manhandling, teasing, a pinch of dumbification if you squint

a/n: writing this felt like a fever dream

Across the rooftop, you watch him grab another drink at the bar counter. Shamelessly, you admire just how good he looks: slightly tanned skin, fitted black trousers that emphasise his strong legs and nice butt. A small smile tugs at your lips as your eyes roam his figure, appreciating how broad his back appears in that tight white button-down shirt. Then he turns around—

Someone walks in front of your vision, another guy, shorter, with shoulders that aren’t half as nice as Kunigami’s. Suddenly, there is a frown on your face. “I just saw you standing here alone and thought about keeping you company,” he says.

You only hum as you lean slightly sideways to get a glimpse of your beloved. The three buttons you convinced him to leave open your reward this very moment: The sun casts a perfect glow on the crevices of his chiselled chest, his dainty golden necklace shining in the rays of light, and those beautiful auburn eyes zeroing in on the guy in front of you.

A big hand lands on the other man’s nape. You would almost feel sorry if the size difference between the two didn’t turn you on so much. Kunigami’s grip tightens a little; he enjoys the stiffening of the guy’s shoulders as he redirects him to move sideways. Leaning into the frame to force eye contact, a gentle smile is plastered on his lips. “You’re not pretty enough to be talking to her, you know.”

You could have taken him right on the spot. Instead, you press your lips shut, biting down on your inner cheek to stop a grin from spreading across your face. He looks so good. And he’s all yours.

Once the intruder is gone, you take the cocktail from Kunigami’s hand. Your free hand rests on his neck, tugging him down to kiss him like you’re parched, with a hunger as if nobody else is watching. You leave him fully overwhelmed, his body stiffening in response, but how could he pass up on that chance? His hands claim your waist, holding you close and prolonging the kiss until your knees grow weak.

“So, you think you’re pretty enough for me?” you tease, recalling the words he used earlier. Rensuke’s eyes dodge yours, a slight pink hue dusting his cheeks now that he thinks about it. He’s never been the best at giving himself credit, nor at taking it. “Well, I think you’re very attractive,” you whisper before giggling at his adorable reaction.

The hunger for your partner kept your mind wide awake during the late afternoon until you finally arrived home. Kunigami, instead, is all but ready to get comfortable and wind down for the night. Yet, he is well aware of the clicking of your heels that follow him into your little walk-in closet, and you hum a sound of discontent to gain his attention.

“Ren,” you drawl his name softly, feigning a pout as you stand in front of him and let your hands dip beneath his button-down. Nails drag along his chest as you rise up on your toes to close the distance between your bodies. He leans in instinctively, the tips of your noses brushing for a second, but when he moves to kiss you, you turn around to offer him the zipper of your dress instead. Kunigami obliges, he's eager to watch the dress pool around your ankles, his eyes raking over your legs, ass, and the frilly panties you wear until your eyes meet again.

The challenge is starting to drain the blood from his brain. How is he supposed to maintain eye contact when you turn around with your arms resting at your sides? You win this game every time.

Auburn eyes flick down to appreciate the shape of your breasts, how they bounce as you step closer until they press against his body. “Baby,” you whisper, “where’s your decency, hm?”

“You’re playing with me too much; you know what you’re doing,” He shoots back, finally able to look at your face again. You can see how dilated his pupils have become.

“I’m sorry, I’ll behave, okay? I’ll be nice,” you tease. But your moves are anything but nice: a hand sneaks between your bodies to palm his growing erection. You love the way you feel him getting bigger because of you. Glossed lips stain his neck and chest as Kunigami’s head leans back slightly to offer you more room, a hum of content vibrating in his chest. “You’re so attractive,” you whisper into his skin while your hands unbuckle his belt.

If it wasn’t for his own hands that stop you, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss you for a moment, you would have continued your advances. “Stop saying that,” he gently protests, a slight frown highlighting his confusion.

“But you are. And I don’t tell you enough—”

He interrupts quickly, clearly bothered, “You tell me plenty.”

“You have no idea how hot you are, Ren,” you challenge back, while you both are staring at each other for a good moment. Silence hangs heavy in the room as he struggles with the compliment, a slight cringe inevitable. “I mean it, do you—”

Your words are cut off as Kunigami throws you over his shoulder, adjusting your body like you weigh nothing until you rest comfortably. A firm spank to your ass makes it impossible not to whine at the impact; he can practically see how your thighs are pressing together. 

That’s better.

Or so Kunigami thought. Unfortunately for him, you start all over again on your shared walk to the bedroom. “That guy earlier, he stood no chance compared to you. Nobody stands a chance! Ouch!” The rambling, the compliments—it's all a bit much with so much blood flowing to his cock. The best course of action is to bite into your ass cheek, deep enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. The sudden impact has you grasp onto his shirt, tears brimming in your eyes from the stinging pain and running free once your back meets the mattress.

Kunigami stands at the edge of the bed, rough fingers holding your ankle while he unbuckles the little straps of your shoes before throwing them aside.

His hands roam over the back of your thighs, pressing them into your sides as he leans in above you, his mouth attaching to your neck before littering your upper body with kisses. “You talk too much,” he mumbles between sloppy kisses and licks, his trail leading down your stomach to your soaked panties.

“Ren! Just—” you're unable to finish the thought as he drags the tip of his nose along your pussy, shamelessly inhaling your sweet scent and moaning against your wet panties. Those cute little whimpers are much better than any compliment, Kunigami thinks to himself. You look adorable when you're struggling so much. One finger on each side hooks around your panties to pull them off, allowing him to admire your messy state in the sheets, your cute cunt glistening and begging.

A foot presses against his chest as he leans down, desperately trying to keep him off you. “You make it impossible for me to look after you,” you complain, but it nearly falls on deaf ears. All Kunigami can think of is making that pretty mouth of yours unable to talk so much. His fingers wrap around your ankle, lips returning to kiss your skin up to your knee while his middle finger drags along your puffy lips.

Your thighs close around his fingers, your own hand reaching for his wrist to bring the slick-drenched finger up to your lips, tongue licking up your juices until you pop two of his digits into your mouth, mimicking what you could do for his painfully hard cock.

A sigh of defeat leaves Kunigami’s lips as he gives you room to crawl up on your knees, nimble fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt before your mouth leaves marks of pink and purple on his abs, teeth grazing his skin to distract him from the zipper of his pants. Kunigami cradles the back of your head, thumbing your neck gently, a silent urge you know too well.

“So needy for me, makes you only more attractive,” you chuckle to yourself, but any fight he would put up is forgotten once Rensuke looks down to witness you lick a greedy strip of his length, from base to tip, tightening his muscles and leaving his head spinning. “Succubus,” he groans. You're so pretty when you look up at him like that.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” you hum innocently before inviting him into your mouth, your warm, wet tongue pressing against the underside of his heavy cock as you put on a show for him. Moaning against him, coating him in your spit, you make it impossibly easy for him to move his hips.

A mixture of pre and spit trickles down your chin as he picks up the pace, your watery eyes unwavering as you witness him falling apart. The stinging sensations of your nails against the frail skin of his thighs make the coil in his stomach nearly snap. How could he not pull you forward, forcing your lips flush against his crotch as he crumbles apart?

Heavy breaths and deep moans fan your back as he towers above your frame. “Doing so fucking well, you drive me insane,” he manages to pant, trusting you to swallow every drop of his cum.

Once you pull back, you’re left breathless, lungs begging for air as you stare up at Rensuke wide-eyed. Your eyes follow the drips of sweat highlighting his firm frame, watching how he pumps his half-hardened cock again. You lick the remaining cum off your lips with one swipe before parting your lips. “You’re so pretty it hurts.” Fuck, that little whine to your voice might just take away the last of his sanity.

He is on you in a second, your legs pressed into your chest to allow him to enter you deep without much of a challenge. To watch your eyes roll into the back of your head and hear your moans and complaints of “‘s too big” like anytime Rensuke’s greed overtakes him. “You’ll manage,” he pants into your neck, without room for consideration since his hips are already pulling back, “you always take me,” his lips enclose around your collarbone, sucking on your skin as he thrusts into you. The smacking of skin, the air being knocked out of your lungs—yes, that’s right. No silly compliments, no teasing, just his good girl getting fucked until she can’t form a sentence anymore. If Rensuke could, he’d go deeper, hold you tighter, drown in you.

One firm grip turns you around, the palm of his hand on the small of your back to force you into an arch as his thighs keep your legs apart. His cock rubs along your folds, teasing your clit with every roll of his hips. “Ren, please, you can’t—” another spank has you pushing your hips into him, pussy begging to be stuffed again. “Can’t tease you, huh? Only you can be a pain,” Kunigami finishes the sentence for you.

“Only a moment ago you said I’m too big,” he mocks your whiny tone, his chuckle tickling you as he kisses along your tired form, large hands resting on top of your own while his body leans like a blanket above yours. “Suddenly you’ve gotten all quiet again. I’m wondering where your compliments are now?” he cocks an eyebrow, eyes looking into yours as his lips kiss your shoulder. He won’t even hide his shit-eating grin as he watches your tired expression, “Head stuffed with my cock as well?”

Oh, but it’s not nice of you to turn your head the other way, not when you have a man like Kunigami, who can just wrap a hand around your stomach to pull you up into his broad chest. “Sweetheart,” he continues his ministrations, large palm cupping your tit, fingertips pinching your nipples while he draws lazy patterns into your clit until he makes you whine, until you finally react to him again. “You wanna cum on my cock?” he whispers into your ear, licking a nasty strip along your neck before nibbling on your skin. “Y-yes, yes, I do, I do!” If you weren’t so desperate to finally feel bliss, you’d elbow him for the chuckle that follows. “Why don’t you tell me earlier then?”

He lets you fall onto the mattress, trusting you can catch your own fall, as his hands are already on your hips. Holding you nice and open so he may position himself in front, your begging pussy once more stuffed to the brim by his cock. The soft patterns being drawn into your skin by his thumbs are a farce, so different from the abuse he puts on your cunt.

Handling your body himself rather than making you move, he brings you back down on his length each time he is pulling out again. You moan into the duvets, tears and smeared makeup staining the fabric, but he couldn’t care less for that mess if you look this good. If he can watch your ass bounce with each thrust, watch it jiggle thanks to the force he uses to keep you creaming around him. “Just like that, come on, you know how to let go for me,” he encourages as you tighten around him again and again, only missing a tiny push. His hips snap against yours, balls smacking your clit each time as blunt nails bruise your hips. As your eyes fall shut and your legs tremble, his soft voice rings in your mind, praising you, “You’re so pretty when you cum for me, love.”

“Ren,” you sigh his name like a sweet symphony, so cute when you say his name like that. Kunigami holds you, your legs unable to keep up with his movements as his thrusts are unrelenting for his own high. But when he cums, he pulls you close, hiding himself in the crook of your neck, moans being soaked up by your skin before falling to his side, cock nestled inside you as he strokes your tired figure.

“You’re really hot,” you can’t help but mumble, always needing to have the final say. The defeated sound coming from Rensuke brings a smile to your lips, a grumbled thanks the only acknowledgement you will receive for tonight.

dividers by @/cafekitsune