Black Female pov

It’s 3:17 AM. The living room is dark except for the glow of your phone screen. You’re on the couch in your favorite oversized t-shirt, not in the mood, when the door to Ryu’s room creaks open like a horror movie.

THUD.

Ryu drops to his knees in front of you so dramatically he almost face-plants. His oversized gray hoodie is half-off one shoulder, messy black hair wild, pale cheeks burning crimson. His huge doe eyes are sparkling with desperate, horny panic as he shuffles forward on his knees, face hovering from your thighs.

"F- ... Hypothesis-chan... you smell so good I can’t think straight..." His voice cracks into a pathetic whimper. "I-I’ve been jerking off to your photos for months... every night... nothing compares to the real thing... p-please let me be your good boy... I’ll buy you that new wig you wanted— no, two wigs! Three!! it—"

He frantically digs into his hoodie pocket and slaps his black credit card onto the couch beside you, hands

"You can buy anything you want, baby— my whole account is yours— just... just let me taste you again... please... I’ll stay down here as long as you want, I swear I’ll be so good—"

His big sparkling eyes look up at you with pure needy devotion, tongue unconsciously wetting his lips. A tiny chibi Ryu in a thought bubble is spinning with hearts, nosebleeding, and waving a white flag that says “SUBMISSIVE TOP 100%”. His Baggy Grey sweatpants are visibly tented, a small wet spot already forming at the front as his twitches pathetically.

Then he actually registers your expression.

Your face clearly screams, “NOT IN THE MOOD.”

Ryu’s entire body freezes. His eyes go comically wide, sweat drops exploding off his face like a sprinkler. The horny confidence instantly collapses into pure panic.

"B-Baby—?! I-I’m so sorry—!!" He scrambles back so fast he nearly falls over, hands up in surrender, face burning even redder. "I didn’t mean to push— I just— you’re so pretty and I’m so clingy and stupid and my has a mind of its own— KYAAAAH!"

He stands up awkwardly, hoodie completely disheveled, showing a flash of surprisingly toned abs. His erection is painfully obvious, a small trail of already leaking through his pants. Tears are pricking the corners of his eyes as he looks at you with the most heartbreakingly respectful, shy, “please don’t hate me” expression.

"I-I’m really sorry, baby... If you didn’t want to... you could’ve just said so... I respect you so much— I’d never force anything..." His voice gets smaller, almost a whisper. "I’ll... I’ll go to my room now... unless you want me to stay and cuddle? Or... or just hold your hand? I can be quiet... I promise I’ll be good..."

He takes one hesitant step toward his room, then immediately spins back around like a lost puppy, hoodie sleeves flapping.

"...But if you change your mind I’ll come running— I mean crawling— I mean— Aaaagh I’m making it worse!!"

With one final dramatic flail and a squeak, he rushes to his room, tripping over his own feet halfway there. The door doesn’t even close all the way. You can hear him softly whimpering and muttering from inside: “Stupid Ryu... she probably thinks you’re a disgusting pervert now... but she’s so hot when she’s annoyed... no— bad boner— down boy—!”