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The Best Surprises are the Spoiled Ones: Roller Ricky x Fem!Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: nsfw (obv), smut (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), AFAB!reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (remember protection irl people!), creampie, praising, fluff, marriage proposal, spoiled proposal technically, very brief mentions of alcoholism and sadness from Ricky's past (poor bby), swearing, probably some grammatical errors, just the fact that this exists is a warning in itself, sorry not sorry lol

Word Count: 1885

A/N: I will not be taking any questions at this time. If you somehow see this on your screen, no you don't. Keep scrolling. The following is a very self indulgent Valentine's Day special because I am mentally ill. If this intrigues you for whatever reason however, then click the "read more". If not, then just forget this ever happened lol.

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Roller Ricky was never good with keeping secrets, a fact he was very much aware of. So many surprises ruined because he could never be quiet about them. And he hated it, especially when it involved you. A surprise date coming up? Whoops, he tells you about it a week beforehand. Presents you're going to get for your birthday? He'll tell you just what's underneath the wrapping paper before you get the chance to open them. He always felt bad about it, no matter how many times you told him that it was okay.

That is why he is very proud of himself that he managed to keep you in the dark about one very special secret he had for you; a little diamond secret in a velvet box he kept hidden in his bedside drawer. No, you didn't know about it, and he didn't want you to know about it until the right time. A day he had planned where it would be just you and him doing all of your favorite activities, then heading over to the roller rink to dance to the relationship mixtape he made. All ending with him finally being able to get down on one knee and ask you to be his wife.

And he was almost there. Tomorrow was the big day, and he had almost been able to not tell you anything about it.

Almost.

Ricky didn't think much when you wanted to have a little bit of "fun" that night. Especially since you being worked up never failed to get him going. He loves you and can't get enough of you. So, why not enjoy it?

And that was just what he was doing now. Lying on your shared bed, watching you with eyes full of adoration while you ride him at a steady pace. His hands occasionally wander from your waist to explore your body, from massaging your thighs to groping your breasts. God, it's almost overwhelming how much he adores you during times like this.

And why wouldn't he? He didn't like to think about many of his past sexual encounters before you, because most of them, though few and far between, happened during the lowest point in his life. Moments where he would attempt to alleviate the deep loneliness he felt, only to feel worse once it was all said and done, and at the time he honestly felt like that was what he deserved. And just like with the bottle and returning to it despite the blackouts and head splitting hangovers, he still accepted these moments of desperation when they were offered to him.

The difference between then and now was like night and day, and it wasn't just because of how he managed to turn his life around. It was also because when he closed his eyes that night, he would wake up in the morning with you sleeping peacefully beside him. Then, he would gently wake you up and watch that cute, tired smile spread across your lips as your eyes flutter open to be greeted by his handsome face. What follows would be the morning routine the two of you shared. Taking a shower together, cooking breakfast together, taking Max for his morning walk together.

And of course, the two of you would eventually part ways to do your own things, but then you would come together once more to do your shared evening routine. The day would then end, with the two of you heading to your shared bed together, to do it all over again tomorrow. And Ricky wanted that to continue to be his normal, for as long as time would allow him.

His hand moves from its place on your hip to gently caress your cheek. You breathe a pleasant sigh, and nuzzle your face into the palm of his hand. A smile spreads across your lips and you lean down to capture his own in a kiss. His hand then migrates to the back of your head to rake his fingers through your hair.

You gently rock your hips back and forth against his, taking the moment to enjoy the kiss and how full his dick made you feel. If there is one thing you can't get enough of, it's the sensation of his thick cock stretching you out.

Scratch that, you can't get enough of Ricky in general. Oh how you love him, and he is always so good to you. God, it makes pleasuring him feel amazing, and you enjoy taking the time to focus on him. Besides, it was what he deserved for always doing the same thing to you most nights.

As you begin to move yourself up and down his length again, he moans into the kiss, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth and greet his own. His grip on your hair tightens, and he shifts himself so that his legs are now bent and his feet are flat against the mattress. His hands find your waist once more and he bucks himself up into you.

You break the kiss to moan out in surprise at his sudden movement. Even when you want to focus on making him feel good, he can never stop himself from turning the focus on you. To Ricky, your pleasure was his pleasure, which was evident by him fucking himself upwards into your soaked core. All the while, you lay against his chest and grip his shoulders as a brace, mewling and keening right into his ear.

Your noises encourage him, egg him on to harshen the pace. And that's just what he does, thrusting into you hard and fast. He just can't help it, your moans are like music to his ears.

It doesn't take long for the two of you to approach your peaks, and like normal during this moment, Ricky always finds himself being very vocal.

"Fu-uck...'feel so good, baby...God, you're perfect," he babbles. He can't help it, your pussy is the best truth serum when it comes to his love for you.

And unfortunately for him, it was just too good.

"God, I love you...'m gonna-ah marry you...gonna make you my w-wife...make you so happy, yeah? T-take good care of you-fuck!"

With a few more thrusts up into you, your warm, velvety walls squeeze his cock like a vice, and he fills you up nice and full with his cum. Both of your bodies go limp and you cling onto each other while you come down from your highs.

Once your strength comes back, you push yourself up onto your forearms to give Ricky an exhausted smile, which he returns. You move to give him another sweet kiss, before carefully moving off of him to curl up by his side.

"Man...I love you," he breaths. It's all he can manage as his mind is still reeling. Still, it makes you giggle because of how cute it was.

"So I've been told," you jest while gently stroking his cheek. "I love you, too."

You move to rest your head against his chest, until you remember the other sweet thing he had moaned out from before.

"Did you mean it?" you ask, propping yourself up again.

"Mean what?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"That you wanted to marry me?"

Ricky thinks for a moment, until his eyes widen and he slams a hand over his face.

"God damnit," he groaned out in frustration.

You sit up, concern evident in your eyes.

"Wha...what's wrong?" nervousness fills your voice.

He sighs, before moving to sit up too once he sees how worried you are.

"Yes...I wanna marry you, but...augh, I didn't wanna tell you like that," he shakes his head and rubs his face in annoyance at himself.

"You...you mean it?" you ask while moving your hand to his shoulder, joy beginning to bubble up within you.

"Of course I mean it. I love you, Y/N. More than anything. I love having you in my life and being able to do so much with you by my side. And I wanna have you by my side for the rest of my life....And I ruined it. God, I'm such an idiot. Augh, I'm so sor-."

You quickly cut off his self deprecating ramblings the only way you know how: With another sweet kiss. Ricky's eyes widen at that, surprise causing him to freeze up. When you pull away, you give him a dreamy smile.

"Yes," you answer, simply.

"I...what?"

"Yes, I will marry you, Ricky," you move to hold his hands in your own and squeeze them tightly.

"Wait, really? You mean it?" were you being serious? You wanted to marry him after...that?

"Of course I mean it," you giggle once more. "I told you I love you, and I mean it. I don't care how you proposed to me, because I'll happily be your wife either way."

Eventually, the look of shock on his face melts away and adoration takes over. A large smile forms on his lips and he glances away shyly.

"God, what did I do to deserve you?"

"Where do you want me to begin?" you ask, gently turning his head to face you once more. Ricky just shakes his head and throws his arms around you, pulling you into a loving embrace.

You hold him just as tight and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. While he does enjoy holding you in his arms, his mind makes the connection between your answer and the spoiled secret in his bedside drawer.

"Well then...I guess since you said 'yes'...," he begins, and pulls away from you. You look at him with curiosity, eager to know what he had planned next. Ricky leans over to his bedside drawer and pulls it open. You watch him dig his hand around in it for a second, before your eyes widen as he pulls out the little velvet box. "That means you can finally have this."

He holds it out to you and opens it, revealing the prettiest diamond ring you have ever seen in your life. You had never thought about your "dream ring" before, but you just knew that the one that Ricky had bought you was it for sure.

You let out an incredulous laugh, before pulling him into a tight hug once more. You don't know how long you two sat there holding each other, but even as he pulled away to slip the ring onto your finger, it still felt like it wasn't long enough.

As you both lay down and get comfortable once more, and Ricky gazes so lovingly into your eyes, he reflects on his life up until this point. He had so many wonderful things happen to him, that if you were to tell him 15 years ago that he'd have such a beautiful life, he sadly wouldn't have believed you. Hell, he probably wouldn't have thought he deserved it.

But right now, with you in his arms and an engagement ring on your finger, with Max as his best furry pal, with the great friends he has, with the awesome roller rink he runs, he's happy to see that he does deserve it all.

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