#my brain immediately went brrt. power dynamics. one of them has to be kneeling.

[hannie-dul-set]

saw ur post abt idol and ship dynamic so can i request model ricky x fashion designer reader where all of the collection were designed for ricky? like there's a runway event and of course ricky being the main character of the event but also whipped for reader ^^

[when there’s a lock on the door]. ricky shen— whose face is on billboards and advertisements at every corner of the country, whose name is in the mouths of every tabloid, every passerby in the streets, and in every column and every article in weekly magazines— is currently on his knees on worn out the carpet of the dressing room floor.

“eyes up, pretty boy. look at me.”

he’s got his head resting on your lap, buried by his folded arms as a groan rumbles in his throat. the vibrations shoot into your bones when he peers up to look at you. “i’m tired,” he says. “kiss me.” now, you can’t quite pinpoint the correlation between those two phrase, but does logic really matter when forbes-declared, one of the most unattainable men in the country, is driven senseless at the mercy of your touch?

“come and get it.”

those fierce eyes on the runway are gone— half-lidded and replaced by dark gems dipped in sweet, sweet, honey. his once perfectly styled hair is now a mess under your fingers, crisp jacket now wrinkled and folded when he scrambles to his feet, stumbling off-balance in the rush to capture your lips with his.

his entire frame eats up your own, a tight grip on the back of your chair as he groans into your mouth. if the journalists right outside the door could see him like this right now, a storm would brew.

“i thought you were tired,” you laugh softly, fixing your hands on the back of his neck. your eyes flit over to his smudged lipstick. when you bring down a thumb to wipe it off, he presses a kiss to the pads of your fingertip, down to your palm and wrist until his face somehow sinks into the warmth between your neck and right shoulder. ricky is tired. he’s straddling your lap and sinking himself deeper into your scent, his body engulfing yours, and you let him.