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Dirtbags- Ricky Olson x female!reader

Content warnings: protected p in v sex, mild anxiety attack, fluff, alcohol, smoking, angst, voice kink, 18+ MDNI

Summary: When the reader gets ditched at a college house party, a familiar face she hasn't seen in years offers comfort and more. Older brother's best friend trope.

Word Count: 4k

Author's note: It's good to be writing again <3 also I've never actually been to a party or anything like this so don't be mean lmao

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.

The pungent scent of beer assaulted your nose the second your foot crossed the threshold of Matt’s house. Well, Matt and his roommates. The landlord’s house. It was further away from campus than you thought, it didn’t help that Kate took a wrong turn either. You held a hand up to your brow and squinted against the harsh lights pulsing against your right temple. The bass from the too loud speakers that surrounded the living room pumped directly into your chest and radiated to every crevice of your body.

“How long do y-”

“What?” you shouted down at your roommate. You couldn’t even hear half of your own response, let alone hers. Kate grabbed your wrist, pulled you down, and shouted into your ear in return.

“HOW LONG DO WE NEED TO STAY?” Annoyance flashed briefly in your chest, she agreed to come after all, you assumed she wanted to be here, too. You shrugged with a small huff, not wanting to destroy your throat within the first five minutes of being there. As your breath puffed between your lips, you glanced around. You only recognized a few people here and there. Matt was nowhere to be found, he was either moderating or fucking. No inbetween. The dim light and packed room made it hard to distinguish between blurs of flesh and flowing hair. You blinked a few times and turned back to Kate.

“Wanna get a drink?” You mouthed as you stupidly raised a hand to your lips.

“Whatever,” Kate mouthed back and dropped her hand against her thigh. You refrained from rolling your eyes and turned to find the kitchen, turning just enough to ensure that Kate followed. You weaved through hands holding cracked Solo cups and couples releasing lips just long enough to breathe in the musty air before finally switching carpet for tile beneath your feet. The shielding wall provided instant relief from the headache of music in the living room, the backsplash tile now a dusty gray from dozens of college students and a handful of mishaps working their greasy magic throughout the years. You scanned the counter quickly, surveying your options. Coors Lite, Budweiser, Red Bull, a keg placed thoughtfully on the chipped tile, a bowl of bright red god knows what on the counter, and an assortment of sodas scattered around. Considerate, you thought. You reached for a Red Bull as Kate grabbed a Solo cup and leaned over to sniff the bowl, her fingertips flipped back to pinch her brown hair against her shoulder,

“Are you fucking crazy?” You snorted with only a pinch of humor lacing your voice. Kate’s lips thinned instantly.

“What? Why not?” She snipped, her body bent over the counter. A single lock slipped free from between her fingers and dangled dangerously close to the lip of the bowl.

“Umm…maybe because you don’t know what’s in it?” You retorted as you punched the tab into the top of your drink.

“Yeah cause that’s so good for you.” Kate’s eyes tipped up and over as she stood and gestured to the beverage in your hand. She sunk the rim of her cup into the drink, letting it fill part way before lifting it out, locking eyes with you, and taking a purposeful swallow.

“Whatever,” you murmured, taking a swig of your own, safer drink. “Let’s wander.” You followed Kate out of the grungy kitchen and back into the pounding noise of the living room. Smoke scratched its way down your throat, chasing the energy drink and it took everything in you not to cough. You never got used to it, not even when your brother and his friends would smoke like chimneys at home, when they’d blow the smoke directly into your face. The bass pounded so loud you could barely hear the identifying lyrics of the song. You followed Kate to the few open feet of the living room next, every couch and chair was taken.

“Oh my god, Kate!” You could barely hear the words that brushed past your cheek to Kate who turned, her face breaking into an open smile. The unfamiliar redhead tipped past you to crash into an arms length away hug with Kate. You stood with your palm over the top of your drink as you held it tensely by your side, your free hand clutching your opposite wrist. Matt and Derek were nowhere to be found. Probably off having a threesome or something, you thought bitterly. You didn’t recognize any of the girls here either, besides the occasional familiar face you’ve seen around or passing in class, but nobody you could just go up and talk to. A sharp tug on your hand brought you back to reality.

“Ow! What?” You cried out, whipping your head out of the space you’d drifted off to.

“Jen and some others are heading out for food, maybe a movie if there’s time. I’m gonna go with them, ‘kay?”

“What, but-” Panic clouded quickly through your mind. “You said you’d be here with me.”

“Yeah, I came for a bit, I don’t want to stay.”

“We’ve barely been here fifteen minutes!”

“You know I hate shit like this.” You folded your arms, the Red Bull can wedged in the crook of your arm as heat singed the tips of your ears.

“No, I didn’t actually,” you murmured bitterly. “You said you’d stay with me though, you can’t just leave me, you're my ride!”

“Find a ride, you obviously know someone here. I’ll see you back at the dorm.” Clouds of haze absorbed her retreating figure as you stood there anxiously in the middle of a party you no longer wanted to be at. You felt like you were being watched from all angles, itches crawled all the way down your back as you bit your lip and searched for anyone to cling to, anyone that you might recognize. But there was no one, so you clutched onto your RedBull for dear life and started making your way around the house.

Skin on skin melted together with the lowlight that consumed every open space and blood bursted through every vein in a desperate attempt to compensate for your heaving lungs. You stumbled up the shag-carpeted stairs to a narrow hallway. You opened the first door to your left, hoping to find reprieve from the noise. The sight of more skin and naked bodies than you wished to see that night made you slam the door closed quicker than you’d opened it. Why couldn’t people use the fucking locks? You made your way to the end of the hall as your vision narrowed. The cool metal doorknob soothed your sweaty palm as you opened the door, your panicked sight preventing you from seeing the figure engulfed in a cloud of smoke sitting on the bed.

Silence numbed your ears the second the door closed and you took a shuddered breath of relief, body against the door as though to prevent the rest of the world from seeping through.

“You okay?” You cursed in surprise, thumping back against the door with a jolt as you searched through the dark room. Finally, your eyes caught on the slim man sitting hunched over on the pristine bed, a red glow from his cigarette butt doing little to light his face. You blinked and squinted.

“Ricky?” you laughed in shy disbelief. His own eyes narrowed before relaxing in recognition.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” he huffed in similar disbelief.

“Just- uh, y’know,” you gestured vaguely to the leftover party behind the closed door. “I can leave if you want.”

“No, stay, I don’t mind,” he said with that nostalgic mild rasp that you remembered hearing so many times as he wandered and laughed with your brother throughout your house as a kid.

“You sure?” you asked, hand still resting on the doorknob, ready to make an exit should he ask you to.

“M’sure,” he said casually, the word slipping out the side of his mouth to compensate for the cigarette that bounced with every movement. The lingering smoke tickled your nose as it slid down your throat and you swallowed the hacking cough that desperately wanted to emerge. “You can come sit down, you know.”

Heat flushed across the dips of your cheeks, and the muscles in your jaw clicked as your hand slid from the doorknob. Your knees felt disconnected and every stride towards the bed felt awkward and too long. You lowered yourself to the unfamiliar mattress, a safe two feet from Ricky. Silence filled the room like the pungent smoke still being blown from his parted lips. You crossed your ankles and held your breath, uncrossed them and blew it out.

“Is the smell bothering you?” His voice was kinder than you expected it to be, considering the fact that you intruded on what was probably the only silence he’d had for a while.

“No, the smell’s fine,” you said, waving your hand in a dismissive gesture. Regardless, he smashed the smouldering cig into the sole of his worn out shoes, ash raining down on the carpet below. He half stood and leaned across the open space to place the smudge on the chipped window sill before dropping back onto the bed.

“It’s been a couple years, huh?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “I think the last time I saw you was the summer after you and Zander graduated.”

“Wow, that long?” Ricky leaned back on his hands, his jacket creasing at his wrists.

“Guess so.” Silence enveloped the two of you once again and you tried your best to ignore the heat spreading from your cheeks. Yellow streetlight poured down into the room and you played with it between your hands for a moment, observing the long shadows.

“What’re you doing here anyway?” A laugh hid just beneath the words and heat bloomed for a different reason.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how do you even know anybody here? Doesn’t seem like your kind of place to be on a Saturday night.” Ricky’s ankles rotated and his head cocked somewhere between you, the ceiling, and the window. The comment irked you and you pulled the skin of your cheek between your teeth before releasing it and responding.

“A guy from my Comms class invited me,” you said shortly. Tension seemed to flow in the space between you, swirling in the gaps between your leggings and his signature black skinny jeans that never went out of style for him.

“So are you with him or-”

“I haven’t seen him actually,” you mumbled irritably. “He’s probably off in some other room of the house.”

“Who’d you come with then?” His soft voice extinguished the mounting fire and annoyance leaving only a blackish smudge in your chest similar to the one residing by the window. You looked down, fixing your gaze on the baseboards as a loose thread wound between your pointer finger.

“My roommate. She bailed on me about ten minutes ago though so…I’m here alone now. She was my ride too so that sucks ass.” The last remark tumbled out of your lips in a quiet, bitter afterthought.

“Well, you’re not completely alone.” You glanced up to meet his river blue eyes, the beginnings of a coy smile tugging on your lips as you flicked over his face. He’d always been cute; always one of the contenders for fuck, marry, kill at your middle school sleepovers. You’d always chosen marry so you had the option of fucking him more than once. His lips tugged your gaze down to mesmerize you with the way he bit at his piercings. You glanced up just in time to find his own eyes lingering on your lips. Something between you shifted. You’d never been alone with him for more than a few minutes at a time, usually only when your brother left to grab something. You’d never been…this alone with him. It emboldened you. You leaned forward an inch, lips parting slightly. You didn’t dare move more than that, if he didn’t take the hint then you still had time and space to play it off. But he did take the hint.

Ricky leaned forward just an inch more than you, both of you bobbing forward until you could feel his warm breath against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut, anxiety reversing its way from your stomach to the base of your throat. Maybe it was the cover of night or the anonymity of a near stranger's house that gave you both the courage to finally close the gap. Honey soft lips smothered your own and you had to keep yourself from completely collapsing against him from how incredible it felt. Fingers tangled quickly in the back of your hair, the guitar-calloused finger pads keeping steady pressure against your scalp. The taste of him coated your lips and left a string between the two of you as you broke for air. You almost didn’t dare to breathe. Moonlight illuminated the side of his face, bringing out the erotic hues of his eyes as he glanced across your face through his fluttering lashes before crashing his lips into yours once more.

Hesitantly, you curled your fingers around his wrist, blood pulsing quickly beneath your touch. The mattress seemed to lure you down like a siren as you pulled him down on top of you, your hair haloing out on the unfamiliar quilt. His lips never broke contact as he settled between your bent legs and his hand swept from the back of your head to your cheek, the tip of his thumb settled in the delicate dip of your temple. The metal of the rings looping his lips dug into your skin as the kiss deepened, the change in texture only adding to the erotica. You wanted to moan his name when his tongue found your own, but you feared that if you broke the kiss it would give him time to think, time to back out and leave you there. The train of thought melted away the second his calloused fingers slipped under your shirt and your lips detached from his with a gasp. Ricky’s hands immediately stilled and his wide blown pupils looked down into your own.

“Sorry, is this okay? I should’ve asked-” Tension dispersed in his hand as he started to withdraw his fingers. Your stomach opened up into a pit and you quickly curled your fingers around his wrist again.

“No it’s fine, I like it,” you pant, biting your lip to discreetly taste the remnants of him. Ricky’s eyes shifted from caution to mischief in the same instant he dropped down to capture you in a kiss once more. You couldn’t hold back the moan that dissolved from your throat against his lips as his warm touch swayed up and down your bare sides. Tentatively, he pinched the hem of your shirt and tugged the silent question you answered by lifting yourself off the bed to yank the garment over your head. Ricky’s shirt quickly followed and your eyes studied the colorful ink along his arm and shoulder before he pushed you back down onto the mattress.

The moment his lips met yours again you knew the mood had changed. What was once curious and tentative was now hungry and desperate. You wound your fingers into his long, dark hair, tugging on the strands and relishing in the soft noise he let out. His own fingers brushed along the band of your bra and you inhaled quickly, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips. Ricky’s hand wedged under your back blindly to undo your bra clasp and the instant the fabric was peeled away from your chest his fingers were grasping at your flesh, the article of clothing thrown back into the unfamiliar room.

“Ricky…” you breathed into his lips, arching into his touch as your nipples hardened against the chilled air that contrasted with his warm touch. Ricky groaned in response and fumbled his fingers across your skin to the waistband of your pants, clumsily trying to undo the button. His breathing was ragged and hurried, much like your own, as you both worked in tandem to get the both of your pants off. You tugged the tight material of his skinny jeans down over his pale thighs, his boxers slipping down just enough to reveal his v-line as you did. You bit your lip at the sight when he kicked his pants down to the end of the bed. You’d never seen this much of him before. The closest you’d gotten was the one time your brother allowed you to tag along with them to the pool, but his swim trunks weren’t this short.

“God, you’re so pretty.” Your eyes snapped back up to his to find him staring down at you, his kiss drunk eyes fixed on you. You stared at him for a moment, relishing in the way the moonlight struck his face. He was so beautiful. Your hands wound behind his head and yanked him down to you, the both of you moaning into the kiss once again.

“I need you,” you whimpered timidly, praying to god that he’d need you in the same way. A chill made its way across your tender skin as his fingers hooked into your underwear and slipped the fabric down your thighs. His eyes followed the path of fresh skin in awe and hunger until your panties slipped off your feet. Every breath that fluttered over your lips felt fragile, as though if you inhaled too deep, too long, it would shatter everything. His tattoos popped in the lowlight and you brushed a finger over the colorful blotches that adorned his shoulder, only tearing your eyes away when you noticed his boxers falling down his legs.

“I need you too,” Ricky muttered. You stared shamelessly at his cock, neck muscles straining at the steep angle. He brought a hand down to toy with himself, teasing the both of you in the process. A soft, breathy noise puffed out between Ricky’s lips, his eyebrows pinched together as he stroked his tip through your slit. Your arms shot out to wrap around him and you swallowed thickly, your lips immediately parting to pant needy breaths.

“Ricky, please,” you whispered. He looks down at you, contemplating for a moment before pulling back. A tugging chill bloomed quickly in your abdomen and your heart sunk as he reached behind him to shake out his pants. You were so fucking close. Were you that repulsive? Your degrading train of thought stopped when he ripped out a metallic square packet from the back pocket of his jeans. Condom. Duh.

Ricky’s eyes met yours in a hooded stare, his lips parted and panting in anticipation. He quickly rolled the condom on and resettled his thin form between your legs. He was so warm, his body a comforting weight over you and his stringy black hair pooling on the tops of your shoulders. You could feel his breath puffing over your cheek as he shifted his weight to one hand, grasping his shaft with the other and guiding it to your hole. You bit your lip and inhaled deeply as he pushed in, suspending your breath until he was buried to the hilt.

“Oh my god, Rick,” you strained airily. His arm trembled for a moment as he placed his now free hand beside your head, caging you beneath him. His eyes were screwed shut, brows twitching as his body rippled with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, pulling his hips back and pushing them forward experimentally. You whimpered and wrapped your arms over his back, pulling him closer as he continued to thrust. You’d had sex before, sure, but you’d dreamed about having sex with Ricky. Everything felt so surreal. The way Ricky was panting, the steady heartbeat of bass coming from the speakers downstairs, the hazy atmosphere and smoke filled air; it all seeped through your blissed out head in a foggy mist.

Flesh sunk up around your nails and the quilt peeled back from your spine as you arched into him. One of his hands fumbled around your thigh, trying to find the best angle. Your moans perforated the musty room, each one higher than the last. You clamped your lips shut, trying to keep your volume down and Ricky let out a huffy chuckle through his own pleasured noises.

“You- don’t have to be quiet. There’s at least th-three other couples having sex in this house right now,” he panted. “No one gives a shit.”

“I don’t really wanna talk ‘bout other people having sex while…while we’re having sex,” you slurred and huffed, eyes rolling closed. One of your legs slid out of its half bent position, collapsing down into Ricky’s crumpled up pants at the end of the bed.

“What do you want to talk about?” Ricky’s steel blue eyes bore holes in your own. His gaze alone made you clamp down harder around his cock and he let out a sinful groan followed by a sharper thrust. You cried out and hiked a leg up over his hip that he quickly supported with his free hand.

“A-anything…I just wanna hear your voice,” you mewled out, sexual frustration breaking out in a dewy sweat on your brow. The air felt suffocating, there was simultaneously too much and not enough space between the two of you.

“Yeah? You like listening to my voice, baby?” He dipped down lower, his lips caressing your ear for a moment before his words dripped out in a velvety whisper. “Does it make you hot? Does it make you wet?”

You whined desperately and nodded against the pillow. “Always has,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up into his. Ricky moaned in return and dropped his onto the pillow beside yours, cheeks pressed together.

“Oh baby,” he breathed, thrusting harder. You hooked your other leg up onto his hip, locking your ankles together. His cock throbbed inside you and you could feel pleasure tightening below your navel. “Fuck, baby!”

Creaks from the god-knows-how-old springs added into the mix of your moans and grunts that growed in a steady crescendo. Your hand wedged its way between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, hips bucking as you did. Each muscle in your body wound tighter and you could feel an ache in your hips that you knew you’d still be feeling the next day, maybe more.

“Ricky!” You drew out the word in a choked whine an instant before the coil snapped and you gasped, releasing the air from your lungs in a collapsing moan of his name. Fire burned through your muscles, legs quivering and limbs snapping shut around his body, clamping him to you. Ricky buried himself deeper as he came with a pitched, hissing cry. The noises he made could send you to heaven. Your muscles stayed wound as his arms gave out and the little weight he carried slowly bore down on you. Heat slicked between your bodies and burned your chapped throat. You laid there for a moment; hearing fuzzy, head thrown back in the mattress, and the pretty boy- your pretty boy acting as a weighted blanket.

Slowly, your gasps and pants morphed into a breathless chuckle. The darkness sheeted your vision, but you could still picture Ricky’s expression as his lips turned up against the skin at your hairline, right beside your ear.

“What? What’s funny?” He murmured, his own tone light with the aftermath of bliss. A tear flowered at the corner of your eye and fell down to his cheek. Every emotion that simmered throughout the night had boiled over and was left raw in your heart. Excitement, exhaustion, betrayal, lust, anxiety, care- it all crashed down at once. You lifted a hand to your face as a chuckle-sob hybrid heaved in your chest.

“Nothing. It’s just been a crazy night,” you whispered, stuttering a quick breath. Ricky’s calloused fingertips soothingly ran the length of your side as his lips kissed whatever part of you he could reach without lifting his head.

“You still don’t have a ride, huh?” He whispered in return; you shook your head and sniffed. “Your roommate’s an ass. I’ll take you home, I’m sure we’ll both fit in my bed.”

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