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runway model 💋 , s.ricky

shen ricky x male reader

content warning :: gay sex , anal sex , fingering , slight breeding kink, minors dni

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Note: hii im back finally hope u like this lil update i promise to write more lmao

The greasy electronic music piercing through your air, leather jackets and hips swaying with a 4 on the 4 edm bassline while a billion cameras flashed into your face while people called your name, as you watched your silver crosses and intricated cut leather sparkle under the harsh white lights. This was the rush of the model world. Years worth of work was decorating your body, along with the 20-something boys and girls there. Nails blood red with the colour of sin, while the air reeked intoxicating, of stubbed out cigarettes, alcohol in the new york air, and chanel perfume. Eyeliner sharper than knives while gelled hair sparkled like cut glass.

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You sat in a chair, staring vainly at your tanned face and still freshly set hair, and looked around the room. The rush and the pracing around of clumsy girls in gray cardigans and blazers, hands filled with clipboards and coffee cups, heels clacking like nails on a countertop.

You sighed. You knew you had made it. Closing another succesful fashion show, people applauded around you the second you stepped off that runway. The commotion of drunk models stumbling into their limousines (off to parties or to be fucked till they walk moving their hips like sluts at their next shows, you assumed) filled your ears, but you had other plans.

You knew he was watching from the corner, the signature black glasses and a shit-eating, all knowing grin that grinned of fresh mint and excitement, the thing that got you going every night. Your boyfriend, the 5th gen it boy himself, Boy's Planet sparkling star, Shen Ricky. He stood with his arms crossed, his tall frame leaning against a pillar, while a loose strand of his raven black hair strand fell onto his forehead like dominoes. He revved your senses like an engine. Even while he was just standing there, you felt like your head would explode if you didn't tease himself with your bratty smirk this second.

You took off your leather jacket off to some random assistant scrambling around, making sure to rub yur fingers ever-so-delicately over your sparkling shoulder, looking over them with your sharp siren eyes. The ways his pupils widened and his cheeks moved to show a small smirk under his black mask excited you. You knew what you were doing to him, and you loved every second of it. Before you knew it, you were sashaying over to him, heels clicking on the marble steps, making sure to flaunt your colonge on him.

You leaned in close, dangerously closed, till your lip-glossed ear left a small sparkle on his earlobe. You tugged on his mask in the slightest, just to listen to his hot, heavy breathing underneath. He whispered you name deeply, and you chuckled.

You whispered back to him. "Your place, now."

Fireworks set off in Ricky's stomach, and his pants. It's as if it was a movie scene, as you walked away in seemingly slow motion to get changed, every step of yours lingering longer than it shoul've.

You winked, and Ricky winked back.

You both knew you weren't going to sleep tonight.

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"You like teasing me, huh?" Ricky's lips pressed against your ears, just like how you liked it. He was all you could hear, and all you wanted to hear. A hand stopped him from being completely laying on top of you, on the bed of his apartment. The other hand was wrapped around your waist possesively. "You like seeing how I get riled up when you wear all these pretty outfits and walk down the runway, thinking of my face, eh?" He teased, his words right on the money.

You nod, giggling. Ricky smirked. "I knew it. I know you." He smiled, trailing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, and shoulder, worshipping your slim, lean and tanned body with each kissed. His toned, muscular arms had you cornered. You weren't going anywhere. "Mission accomplished, mr. Model" He said. "I'm going to fuck you all night, just like you want it."

"Consider it your gift for doing such a good job on that runway, pretty boy." He says, biting down on your neck with his little fangs till his lips stained your clean, chanel no.5-scented neck with red marks. His hand trails to your shirt's buttons, taking his time to undo each one, teasing you with his slow speed.

In the meantime, your desperate lips found his, like a soft cushion. You loved kissing him, it made you feel like you were being taken care of, like you knew some one would take care of your pleasure. His tounge poked your mouth's entrance, and ofcourse you barely hesitated his entrance. His mouth tasted yours, and you felt around his, taking in the taste of his mint mouth freshener and a little bit of alcohol. He, on the other hand, seemed to have taken a liking to your subtle strawberry lipgloss, mixed with the fresh mojitos you downed before stepping onto the runway. "You taste like sin, my love." He grinned against your lips.

He finally took your shirt off, leaving your delicately sculpted body visible to Ricky's hungry eyes, that seemed to widen with affection and predatory lust, which only increased your own arousal.

You loved how down bad you were for him, you were only making out with him and yet it alrady felt like bliss, it only made you more impaitent to get inside his pants already, and it shows in your desperate efforts as your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants. He smirked at the same, pulling apart the kiss, causing to you to whine. He chuckled slightly at this.

"look at you, so desperate for me to be inside you already." He says, his ego swelling at how your fingers feeled around the buttons of his pants. You batted your eyelashes.

"What can I do? My boyfriend's so drop dead that I can't wait to do the most vicious things with him."

Ricky's controlled seemingly snapped because of this, as he immediately climbed on top of you, his taller, muscular frame immediately enveloping yours. "C'mere, you sexy pervert." he said.

His lips reconnected with yours, now more lustful and heavy, pushing himself onto you, as he grinded his crotch against yours. In a span of seconds, he took both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one had, while his other hand pulled off your pants in one swift move, continuing to grind his clothed cock, now with your exposed ass.

"No underwear? I knew you were a slut." He grinned, admiring your naked form in front of him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist with desperation, while sounds of a belt unbuckling filled your ears. You didn't even get to proccess anything before his fingers began poking at your entrance, two fingers pushing in at the same time, which made you scream in pleasure. Ricky's face looked heavenly from this angle, sweaty and lustful, with sharp, strong eyes so deseprate to get to the good part already.

He fucked you with his fingers, targeting a bundle of nerves that made you scream and whine in a way that made his insides burn up and so ready to fuck you to bliss. He loved the way drool dripped in a thin, glossy line out of your mouth and down your pretty face. "God, you're so hot, love..." But all you could do was whimper in acknowledgement. When he felt like you were stretched enough he moved you around wordlessely till you were on your back.

He looked down at your face again. Silent, blissed-out, deep hues of red dusted across your cheeks. You looked like a china doll, so delicate and to be handled with so much passion that you'd break if even a sliver of hate slid through. His expression softened, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tousled black hair brushing against your earlobe. "Gonna make you feel so loved, gonna fill you up with all the cum you want." He whispered, and a chill creeped up your spine, that fizzled with excitement, and left a sweet aftertaste - one of anticipation and impaitence.

With a small, slow motion that increases to the jerking of his hips, he slowly inserts his member within you, rocking in and out in gentle motions, as it enters you, inch by delicious inch. You arch your back, almost acrobatically. Ricky grins as this. "So flexible~" he comments, placing a kiss on your abdomen as he continues rocking his hips, eliciting the most sinful sounds from you, making you whine, squirm, mewl. Everything was for him, he drank up your music, sinister grin etched across his face till he was finally able to boast the entirety of his erection inside of your hole, that clenched tightly, afraid to let his head exit your body. He comes to a halt, letting you feel all of his length.

Having Ricky inside you was erotic beyond all belief- he throbbed so subtly that it drew you mad, so you clenched tighter and tighter to feel his member throb again inside you, which makes Ricky smirk and let out deep groans that make you want to have your release then and there. And yet it was so perfectly comforting. It was intimacy without simple sexual and physical attraction. Both of you felt beyond that- the warmth seeping in your chest wasn't simply just from Ricky, it was from the feeling of both of you being conncected, and you knew Ricky felt it too, the way he smiled in a way that made time stop, that made the world come to a hault.

"Ready, cutie?" He whispered. You nodded almost immediately, biting your lip.

Ricky took that as approval, continuing to rock his hips again. He watched your eyes closely, for any pain or discomfort shooting across them. Even when the smallest wince left your lips he ate those sounds up, connecting his lips with yours. "That's it, pretty boy." He'd whisper. "I got you, I got you."

He sped up, and so did your heart rates. He brushed against your prostate with his tip, now repetedely slamming his hips into him, wanting to hear the best sighs and gasps of pleasure from your lips. "Let me hear you moan, love." He'd say into your ear. "I want to hear wether I'm making you feel good." So you would. You'd let your teeth loosen their grip on your lower lip, immediately letting open the flood gates of moans and whimpers. You moaned his name, so often you messed up the syllables, symply opting for a breathy "...Ky..." at times. Ricky loved it, simply said. He loved how drunk you got on his cock, and how desperately your dick arched up for him, signalling you were close. He was too.

He didn't need to passionately declare how he was gonna cum, either. You knew by the way his member twitched. His fingers wrapped around your own member, pumping in a smooth up-and down pattern, that only made your head spin with pleasure.

You were reaching new heights, new limits and constantly pushing them, overstimulated to the point where all you could do was scream your boyfriend's name, before you spewed all over yourself your creamy white fluid, which made him groan even harder. "Fuck, cutie, look at the mess you made." He'd giggle, before throwing his head back for mere seconds, before Ricky connected his lips with yours, and within seconds you felt his fluids spilling inside you, dripping out in sparkly off-white lines. Ricky rode out his high for a few minutes, his lips never leaving yours.

When he finally broke the kiss, he looked at you adoringly, at the mess he'd made of you: Flushed face, heaving chest, a dopey smile on the face, and a tight pink hole that was spilling with semen. He kissed your forehead, then ruffled your hair. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

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