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❄️ Home For Christmas ❄️

🖤RICKY OLSON X READER ONESHOT🖤

It's the holiday season, and you were determined to spend it with your boyfriend. The only problem? He may not be able to come home for the holidays...

• fluff; slight angst; language; smut

"What do you mean, you can't make it home this year?"

You were currently on a videocall with your boyfriend, and he had just sprung some rather unpleasant news on you. He wouldn't be able to make it home in time for Christmas, because of scheduling conflicts with touring. He was the guitarist for Motionless in White, a band that had only grown in popularity since their start in 2006.

Which meant that he was on the road more often than you'd like, causing him to miss out on several holidays, such as Christmas and Halloween. You'd been fortunate enough to have him home for the holiday season last year, but it seems you wouldn't be quite as lucky this year.

You stared at the screen in front of you, sticking out your bottom lip in a slight pout.

"But it's Christmas!" you protested.

A sigh echoed from the guitarist, a frown marring his perfect features. "I know, babygirl. We've been trying to get a flight out of here for the past week, but everything has been booked solid," he said softly, trying to appease you.

You didn't doubt him for a second; every year, it seemed that everybody and their brother and fifth cousin was trying to fly home for the holidays. The airports were always a mess, and the roads an even bigger disaster on top of it all.

"Hey. Look at me, sweetheart," Ricky's voice gently caught your attention, and you let out a wistful sigh, meeting his gaze.

"I promise, we're trying our hardest to get home this year. Chris has been making calls all day, trying to get us any possible flight out of here. It's just a little harder this time around, everyone seems to have the same idea about going home," Ricky explained.

You nodded, your gaze shifting to rest behind the screen, on the decorated living room. You'd spent the entire past week making the area look as festive as possible, in the hopes that Ricky would come home for Christmas and be able to see it.

But now, the tree sitting there with all its lights and baubles only served to remind you that you'd be spending the holiday season alone this year.

"Why can't I just drive out there and come get you guys?" you asked, the idea suddenly springing to the forefront of your mind.

"Too far of a drive, mama!" you heard Vinny call from the background.

Despite your current downshift in mood, you couldn't help the tiny smile that threatened to break out across your face.

"He's right, you know. That's way too far of a drive, we can't ask you to do that. Just... stay there, stay warm, and please trust that we're doing everything we can, okay, babygirl?" Ricky reassured you.

You gave a reluctant nod, your heart slowly sinking. He and his bandmates could make all the promises they wanted, but you knew how the crowds were at the airports. There was no way they'd be able to come home this year, no way that he'd be able to come home.

"I gotta go, my battery's dying, but I promise I'll see you as soon as I can, yeah?" the guitarist continued. Another sigh slipped free from your lips as you nodded again, exchanging goodbyes with him before ending the videocall.

This year was going to completely suck without him, all you'd wanted for Christmas was to have him home with you...

"Did she believe you?"

Chris's voice sounded from somewhere behind Ricky, and he nodded, turning to look over his shoulder at his bandmate and closest friend.

"Yeah, she believed me. I hate lying to her, though. She looked so fucking miserable, poor baby," he answered.

Chris raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his smirk.

"True, but at this point, it's worth it. You and I both know the minute you get home, she's gonna fucking jump you. So, you know, win win," he said with a wink.

Ricky laughed, nodding in agreement.

His bandmate was right, Y/N never failed to greet him with wholehearted enthusiasm whenever he came home from tour. It was one of the many things he absolutely loved about her, the sheer passion she had for the things and people she cared about most.

It did kind of suck having to lie to her though. And he secretly hated how easily she'd believed him, too.

There she was, sitting alone at home, probably expecting to spend the holidays all by herself.

And here he was, stuck in a hotel room about an hour's drive away from home, waiting for his bandmates to finish packing up the last of their things.

And Y/N didn't even know...

"Dude, don't beat yourself up over it. She's gonna be so happy to see you, it won't even matter," Vinny suddenly spoke up, giving him a heavy-handed pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, exactly. It's Christmas. No fucking pity parties allowed," Chris chimed in, grinning at his friend.

Ricky stuck his tongue out at the vocalist, flipping him the middle finger. "Easy for you guys to say. I've never had to lie to her like this before," he retorted.

Before his bandmates could respond, the door to the hotel room opened, both Justin and Ryan walking in.

"That's the last of it, time to get the fuck outta here," the bassist announced.

Finally-!

He had to fight hard against the sudden overwhelming wave of excitement burning its way through his veins.

"Yeah, time to go home," he agreed, trying to sound as casual as possible.

This was it, he'd be spending Christmas at home with his babygirl this year...

You glanced at the screen of your phone again, noting how late it was getting.

'9:35', the little white numbers glared back up at you, as if taunting you.

This was it, there was no way they'd be home tonight. If they wanted to get home by Christmas Day, they'd all have to take a red-eye flight home. And the possibility of anything being available at this hour? Nonexistent.

You sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around you, lying back against the pillows on the couch. Tonight was going to be a long night, might as well put on a Christmas movie to cheer yourself up a little.

You stared at the screen as the opening credits began to roll, and somewhere at the halfway point of the movie, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier, your blinks getting longer, until eventually your eyes closed, sleep settling in. Ricky's face was the last thing you saw in your mind as you gave in to exhaustion...

"Babygirl...."

Ricky's voice sounded in your ear, a hint of amusement lingering there.

You groaned, arching your body up towards him, wanting to bask in the feeling of his fingertips skating across your skin.

A soft laugh echoed around you, Ricky's fingertips brushing lower, down towards your stomach, lower still.

"Come on, babygirl..." he murmured in encouragement, his scent surrounding you and leaving you in a breathless haze.

A strangled moan left the confines of your throat, as his fingertips slid lower, towards your aching core. "Please, please, please..." you begged him, arching up into his touch.

A smirk pulled up one corner of his mouth, and he shook his head at you.

"No, you need to wake up for me first, sweet baby," he answered, sounding amused.

Wait... wake up???

What-??

You awoke with a start, your heart thundering in your chest.

"Hey, shhh... it's alright, it's just me!" a familiar voice sounded, from your left.

Your eyes darted to your left, meeting the familiar blue ones of your boyfriend.

Ricky-!

He was here??

You stared in complete shock, earning a soft laugh from your boyfriend.

"Hi, babygirl..." he breathed, leaning forward to kiss you softly on the mouth.

It was at this point you fully awoke, finally registering that Ricky was, in fact, here and home with you.

You began kissing him back, your mouth moving urgently against his, tongue dancing along his, tasting and savoring every inch of him.

A low groan left his throat, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip, hands moving to push the blanket out of the way, fingertips skating up beneath the hem of your shirt to brush along your lower belly.

"Mmm... fuck. Welcome home to you too, baby," Ricky groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. Your eyes met his, and you took notice of the way the pupils of his eyes had blown out so far, there was nearly nothing of the blue irises left.

"How did you get home so soon?" you whispered.

Ricky let out a breathless laugh, shrugging.

"We actually got in yesterday. But I wanted to surprise you this year. Chris was able to get us some time off for the rest of the holiday season, including New Year's. We leave again for the rest of our tour in February," he answered.

Wait... so when you'd called him-?

"So when I called earlier, you guys were already close to home?" you asked, Ricky answering you with a nod.

"Vin tried to get us to go home early, but Chris and the guys wanted us to wait. Those roads are a fucking mess," he said, shaking his head.

So his bandmates had been in on it, too...

You really wanted to be mad, but the hold that Ricky had on you right now was making you feel completely different. And after all, he was home now, wasn't he?

So you chose to forget about it, instead arching up into his touch, much like you had in your dream. And Ricky responded exactly as he had then too, laughing softly as his hand moved lower, his fingertips slipping beneath the lace waistband of your thong.

The minute his fingertips made contact with your aching core, a groan slipped free from your throat, and you arched further up into his touch, pushing yourself against his fingers.

"Fuck... someone definitely missed me, didn't they? You're so wet for me, babygirl," Ricky breathed, his fingertips moving to circle your clit. Another soft groan fell from your lips, followed by a soft whine as Ricky withdrew his fingers from you.

He laughed, reaching down to take you into his arms, but you shook your head at him.

"Nooo, I want you now. Here," you protested, staring up at him with a pleading look in your eyes.

His own blue ones widened, and he cast a dubious glance down at the couch.

"You... you want me to fuck you right here? On our couch? Really?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nodded, kicking the blanket away from you as your hands worked to remove your shirt and thong, until you lay naked before him.

Ricky stared down at you like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time, running a hand through his hair, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

"Fucking- Y/N, holy fuck-!" he spoke, his breath leaving him in a soft hiss.

You bit back a smirk, letting your legs gently fall open, giving him a perfect view of everything.

"Jesus fucking Christ... Merry Christmas to me, right?" Ricky groaned, hurrying to remove as much clothing as possible. He leaned down, kissing you rather forcefully on the mouth, his teeth tugging harshly on your bottom lip.

"Mm, by the way... I love... what you've done... with our place," he spoke in between kisses, his lips curving up into a smile against your own. You grinned back, shrugging as you leaned back to look up at him.

"I wanted you to have a happy place to come home to," you whispered. Ricky bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Oh, sweetheart. It's already a happy place, as long as you're here..." he whispered back, before kissing you again.

There was that same urgency from before, like one of you was worried the other would disappear if time didn't slow down for you both. God, you could never get enough of him, of the way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he knew each and every one of your most sensitive places.

He knew just what made you tick, he always had, from the minute you two had first met.

"Open for me, babygirl," came his frantically whispered plea.

You let your legs fall open for him once more, all too easy and willing for whatever he'd give you, or take from you. His praise came in a hushed groan, his fingers once again finding your slick arousal and circling it around your sensitive clit.

You let a soft moan slip free, as your head fell back against the pillows, giving Ricky full access to your throat. He left a trail of kisses along the side of your neck, pausing to leave a dark purple lovebite there, before moving on to the spot at the base of your throat, sucking your sweet spot between his teeth.

"Ricky, please..." you begged him on a breathless whine, arching your body up towards him, your hips meeting his. An answering groan rose unbidden from his throat, and his fingers slipped further down, down towards where you wanted him most, where you needed him.

He pushed in three fingers at once, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling, before he began to fuck you with those perfect inked fingers of his. A stab of arousal burned its way through you when he found that sweet spot, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

"Mm, fuck, that's my good girl," Ricky breathed, curling his fingers against that most sensitive of spots, making your body tremble beneath him. "Please, please, please..." you begged him, your words nearly an exact echo of the ones you'd spoken in your earlier dream.

"Beg for it, I know you want it, babygirl. You're so wet, fuck, I don't even need to get you ready for me, for this dick," he groaned, withdrawing his fingers to circle your clit again.

You stared up at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes. "Please, Ricky, please... I need it, I need you," you whined. He shook his head at you, his blue eyes meeting yours, the irises darkening with his lust.

"Again," he hissed, sitting back on his heels to stare down at you, one of his hands finding its way up to your throat, squeezing softly.

Oh, he wanted to play that game, did he?

That was fine, you could play it too.

You stared up at him, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"Harder," you told him.

Something in that one word caught him off guard for the briefest of moments, one of his brows raising, before his eyes narrowed.

His grip on your throat tightened as he leaned down, his other hand still working circles around your sensitive little clit, bringing you closer and closer to that edge.

"Beg."

He spoke the word rather harshly, his dominant side coming out to play.

This was it, what you loved about the way you two fucked.

It wasn't just sex with you two, it was more than that. It was an entire fucking experience.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him with those big doe eyes.

Just one more last little detail to push him...

"Please... Sir. I need it, I need your dick, I want it so bad," you begged him, watching his face to see his reaction.

You could almost see the breath leave him, you certainly heard it; an exhaled hiss was your only warning before he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in only the tip, teasing you like you'd teased him.

"Do you think you've earned it, babygirl?"

Fuck, he was just so hot-!

You nodded, all thoughts of teasing lost to the wayside as you stared earnestly up at him, silently begging him to give you what you so desperately wanted.

"Words, Y/N. How bad do you want it? You gonna be a good girl for me?" he continued.

"Please yes, Ricky, fuck, I need it!" you whined, your hips rising subtly to meet his. The grip on your throat tightened in warning, but he relented, finally pushing in until he was buried as deeply within you as he could get.

The two of you groaned in unison, and you could swear you saw his eyes roll back for a minute, before he leaned forward, bracing himself against the couch with his free hand as he began to set a brutal pace within you.

At this rate, you wouldn't be able to speak coherently, let alone think. You'd be so sore tomorrow morning, but honestly? Worth it.

You matched him thrust for thrust, up until he let go of your throat to push against the backs of your knees, tucking them against your chest and keeping them pinned there as he fucked you.

Holy shit- it was such a deeper angle-!

His name left your mouth in soft gasps, until it wasn't even his name anymore, just a series of incoherent ramblings and gasping pants.

He bent down to kiss you on the mouth as he fucked into you, his eyes clouded over with hazy lust.

"Fuck, that's my good girl. My dumb, pretty little baby, all stupid and fucked out for me," he muttered, throwing in more dirty words of praise as he kissed you.

It wasn't long before you could feel that familiar tightening knot in your lower belly, that slowly growing ache between your thighs.

You were close, you knew he could feel it, too.

He could feel it in the way you were clenching tightly around his dick; he'd be lying if he said it wasn't the hottest fucking thing he'd ever experienced.

A softly hissed exhale of breath sounded in the space between you two, the smell of sex and Ricky's signature cologne hanging heavy in the air, enveloping you both.

"Not yet, babygirl!" he ground out between clenched teeth, his grip on the backs of your thighs tightening, his fingers digging in.

"Mm- please! I need... I need-" you couldn't even get out an intelligent response.

You were pretty sure you looked as blissfully dumb and fucked out as you felt, in that moment.

Ricky knew it too; a smirk flashed across his features before it vanished.

"Aw, you need it? Is that it, babygirl? You need me to let you cum?" he teased you, mock empathy in his voice.

You nodded frantically, trying hard to match the pace he'd set, and failing miserably.

Your thighs were shaking, you had to cum so bad, you needed it. It wasn't even that, either. No, you needed him to cum, to finish inside of you, it's what you wanted the most.

Almost like he could sense it, Ricky smirked again, raising a brow at you.

"My poor baby. You want me to cum in you, is that it? Want me to breed you, fill you up and fuck a baby into that pretty little tummy of yours? Is that what you want?" he asked, his grip on your thighs almost bruising. You nodded again, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout.

Ricky laughed, leaning down to kiss you on the mouth again, gently sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go.

"Cum for me, babygirl."

And all too easily, you did exactly that, practically leaping over that cliff's edge, falling into a delicious downward spiral, sinking down beneath the depths of those dark waves of pleasure, almost losing yourself in all of it.

Ricky's name left your mouth in a sharp cry, your back arching off the couch, your aching pussy clenching down tight around his dick, frantically trying to cling to the last of your high.

And exactly as promised, he came as hard as you did, his grip on your thighs becoming almost painfully tight before he loosened his hold. Your name slipped from his mouth in a strangled shout as he spilled his seed into you, giving you everything he had until there was nothing left to give.

You could feel it leaking down your thighs, combined with the slick, sweat drenched scent of arousal hanging heavy in the space around the two of you.

But you didn't care.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the fact that Ricky was here, at home with you, in your arms and here to stay for the holidays.

He gently slid free from you, shifting positions so he was lying beside you, with you tucked safely in his arms.

His breath left him in soft pants, his eyes alight with a fire like you hadn't seen in a while.

"Fuck... that was-" he couldn't even finish his sentence, but you knew. You always did.

"Yeah. Merry fucking Christmas, right?" you teased him breathlessly, earning a round of laughter from you both.

When the laughter had ceased, Ricky nodded, pulling you closer into him.

"Exactly. Merry fucking Christmas, babygirl," he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

This right here, this safest of havens, the most sacred of places, was where you wanted to be, where you needed to be.

Because here in Ricky's arms, everything else just seemed so small and insignificant, any troubles easily a problem for tomorrow, not tonight.

You nestled closer into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent.

"I'm so glad you're home," you mumbled sleepily, letting out a yawn.

Another kiss, this one pressed to the top of your head, before you heard his response.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

As you lay there in his arms, sleep slowly approaching, you couldn't help the errant thought that snuck its way into your brain.

He'd definitely have to come home for Christmas more often... a lot more often...

After all, there was nothing else quite like being home for the holidays, right?

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