Ryuhei... Oh ryuhei. Our main man.
Also, I don't know much about his character, so I'm sorry if this one-shot might seem out of character... He makes me laugh every time he's on screen knowing that one panel...
I also switched up my style a little, being that he isn't fluent in english, nor Korean and mostly communicates in Japanese just like he does in the manhwa so I decided to implement that a little.
Think of {reader} like someone who's entirely drop-dead gorgeous, or simply... Ryuhei's type to get his dick up. And let's just say, you took advantage of that, and made him leashed up and shii for you!
!Fem {reader}, (unfortunately, I can't actually see ryuhei liking men, if not in a joking manner. Since he likes Mitsuki 😮💨)
Regardless, lets get the party, or... Kinktober, STARTED!
| Day 14 | Leash: Physical guidance, being led, or pulling a reluctant partner.|
There you were, phone in hand, snapping a quick picture with a small flash,momentarily blinding Ryuhei with the iintrusive light. You shamelessly flaunted your power, grinning as you captured his captive state.
Before tugging at his leash, the one you had so eagerly, and perhaps a little too enthusiastically, placed around his neck just moments before.
"You look so cute right now, damn it!"
you cooed, your voice dripping with mock affection, a prompt smirk playing on your lips.
Ryuhei's face reddened in stark contrast, his normally cool and aloof demeanor momentarily cracking under the weight of your teasing. His blonde hair, usually styled with meticulously,was now being carelessly caressed by your fingers as you scrolled through his scalp, ruffling the strands with a playful act.he looked like a disgruntled golden retriever, and you were absolutely loving every minute of it.
The situation was ridiculous, the roleplay utterly absurd, but the sight of the normally stoic Ryuhei flustered and submissive was a comedic masterpiece.
Ryuhei murmured curses under his breath, a string of colorful expletives that were clearly intended to project an air of dominance, or at least some kind of pride, in this utterly ridiculous situation. But his efforts were falling flat, lost in the face of your unwavering amusement and the undeniable fact that he was currently leashed and being fawned over.
You definitely weren't one to get intimidated by him, especially not when he was this flustered, his composure crumbling under the weight of your teasing and the undeniable truth of his own desires. The more he struggled, the more you delighted in his discomfort, relishing the role reversal and the sheer absurdity of it all.
"Kuso... Ore wa jinsei de nani o shiteiru nda?" ❶
you hear Ryuhei mutter under his breath in a mournful requiem to his own situation, a self-deprecating lament to the choices that had led him to this point.
Damn it, if he wasn't such a freak for hot women, with a weakness for those who knew exactly how to push his buttons, well... here you were, indulging in your shared fantasies, and here he was, leashed, flustered, and utterly at your mercy. The irony was delicious, the situation both hilarious and strangely arousing.
"Hah-!? Speak English, damnit!" you grumbled, your demand laced with playful impatience.
You weren't about to let him retreat into a linguistic sanctuary, especially when you were just starting to enjoy his discomfiture.
Your command brought out a small, displeased grunt from Ryuhei's mouth, a subconscious display of irritation that he couldn't quite suppress. You watched, fascinated, as his lips twitched upwards in a subtle, involuntary motion, a clear sign that he was struggling to maintain his composure.
With a flick of your wrist, you playfully flicked the side of his cheek, a light, teasing gesture that was designed to provoke him further. The touch snapped him out of his internal monologue, his gaze snapping upwards to meet yours, a dark glare simmering in his eyes.
"C'mon now, don't be so mad now!" you cooed, your voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"It's just a little roleplay, Ryuhei. Lighten up, and maybe I'll let you off this leash... eventually."
"Urgh... Anata... ! Anata wa rakkī, anata wa hotto!" ❷
Scoffing playfully, you replied back.
"Hupp, Soretomo nandesuka-!?" ❸
Ryuhei grumbled, his frustration evident as he lowered his head, the movement causing his carefully styled hair to fall forward dramatically, obscuring his face in a curtain of blonde.
The visual was almost comical, adding to the overall absurdity of the situation. As if to punctuate his displeasure, you tugged at the leash more roughly, a sharp reminder of his current predicament and your position of power.
"You're so mean, damn it," he muttered, his voice muffled by his lowered head.
"How can such beauty be such a mean person...? It's not fair, you know? I'm a simple man with simple desires, and you're exploiting them mercilessly!"
His words were a mixture of genuine complaint and theatrical exaggeration, delivered with a sardonic edge that hinted at a begrudging amusement.
He was playing along, albeit reluctantly, and you were thoroughly enjoying the show. The more he protested, the more you delighted in pushing his buttons, reveling in the fact that you, and only you, could elicit such a reaction from the stoic Ryuhei.
"Come on, just get to the point," you said, your voice laced with impatience, cutting through his melodramatic whining.
"I wanna bang, now! Zengi wa shōryaku shite, hondai ni hairimashou!." ❹
Ryuhei, never one to be subtle, abandoned his verbal protests and resorted to more... explicit means of communication. He brought his fingers up, performing a gesture that was unmistakably, and rather crudely, indicating what he wanted.
Two fingers, spaced out in a suggestive "O" shape, with one of his other fingers poking through the gap in a rhythmic, thrusting motion. As he leaned against you gruffly, his intentions were made crystal clear:
he was done with the games, and he wanted to get down and dirty. The blatant display of his desires was both shocking and incredibly arousing, cutting through the comedic tension with a jolt of raw, unadulterated lust.
"Nah, you horny douchebag," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his frustration reach its peak.
Ryuhei, unable to resist the temptation any longer, wrapped his arms around your body tightly, pulling you close against him.
He shook you lightly, a desperate attempt to convince you to give in, his touch both demanding and strangely endearing. He had played along, endured your teasing, and swallowed his pride - he had earned his well-deserved reward. Or at least, he thought he had. The situation was still in your hands, and he was completely at your mercy.
Ryuhei protested, his voice a whine that bordered on comical, clearly displeased by the sheer audacity of this beautiful woman. To take advantage of his simp-ness, his weakness for her undeniable charm, and drag him into this ridiculous roleplay! He had thought he was in control, that he was leading her on with his suggestive gestures, but she had turned the tables, exploiting his desires and leaving him dangling on the edge of frustration.
"No! No! I can't take it anymore!!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with a mixture of desperation and mock anguish.
"Kono kurushimi kara kaihō shite kure, on'na yo! Onegaida! Watashi no shōki mo, watashi no sonzai sonomono mo kiken ni sarasa rete iru!" ❻
"Urgh, damn it, you impatient bastard," you retorted, rolling your eyes but secretly enjoying his eagerness.
"Let me enjoy this first, you big baby! You're ruining the moment with all your whining."
Ryuhei, however, was beyond reasoning, his primal desires overriding any semblance of patience or decorum. He cut you off adamantly, his voice a mixture of frustration and raw need.
"No! I'm a man of pride, and simplicity, damnit! Let me fuck you and get this over with!!" he declared, his words laced with a desperate urgency.
"I've suffered enough! I need release, and I need it no-!"
"Damn it, shut up-!! No I'm not!"
Grumbling, you huffed. Before tugging at his leash in a taunting manner.
"Hmph, keibetsu shimasu yo!" ❽
Ryuhei whined, a string of Japanese phrases expressing his frustration and self-loathing. After a long, exasperated sigh, you decided to take pity on the poor, tortured soul and give him exactly what he had been so desperately begging for.
"Well, why're you clinging onto me then, huh?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips as you challenged his actions. "If you're so eager to get this over with, you can always let go and walk away."
You wriggled around in his hold, testing his resolve, pushing his buttons one last time. Predictably, he tightened his grip around you possessively, pulling you even closer against him.
"Wait, no! I meant I love you! Come on... please!?" he pleaded, his voice a mixture of desperation and sincerity. The shift in tone was almost comical, but you could see the genuine desire in his eyes, the longing that lay beneath the facade of bravado.
With a dramatic flourish, you threw your phone aside, letting it clatter onto the floor with a satisfying thud. Like an eager puppy wagging his tail, he watched you expectantly, waiting for you to finally do your thing, to grant him the release he so desperately craved.
Also, translation, to help you guys understand ofc!
❶ - damn it, what am I doing with my life?
❷ - You...! You're lucky your hot!
❹ - Let's skip the preliminaries and get down to business!
❻ - Release me from this suffering, woman! Please! Both my sanity and my very existence are in sake!!
❽ - Hmph! I'm breaking things off (with you!)
Keep in mind, that I'm not partly Japanese at all, nor do I know any other than the basics, I used translation, so bear with me for the bad translation... 😢
