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Welcome Home- Ricky Olson x afab!reader

Content Warnings: fluff, unprotected p in v sex, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Request by @abiomens: Ricky coming home early from tour to surprise reader, cuddling to possible smut

Author's Note: Thanks for the request! I loved writing this concept, hope I did it justice :) Enjoy!

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

The clicking of keys echo through your cubicle and you check the clock on the wall above the trash can. 6:02. Just twenty-eight minutes to go and you can leave. Work has been so long today, you were stuck in senseless meetings, mindless phone calls, and all you want to do is go home and curl up on the couch. You wish you could curl up with Ricky, but he doesn’t get home until Tuesday; four days away. The whole band is on the other side of the country touring, and you miss him so goddamn much. I’ll have to settle for cuddling a pillow, you think. Maybe I could spray it with his cologne. The clock strikes 6:30 and you sigh in relief, shutting down your laptop. You slip it into your gray backpack behind your empty lunch container and sling it onto your shoulder. You crane your neck, pushing open the door and clocking out. 

The crisp, late September air whips around you and you tie your scarf tighter around your neck and under the collar of your black leather jacket. Ricky’s black leather jacket. Maple leaves crunch under your boots as you walk to your car, sliding in and sealing off the chilly air. You turn up the heat, rubbing your hands quickly before driving out of the parking lot. 

The drive home is long, scenery blurring by in a colorful lump. Music drifts lowly from the radio as the sun melts over the leafy horizon to create a golden afterglow. You pull into the driveway, parking the car as you let out a breath. Swinging the keyring around your finger, you walk up the leaf strewn path to wedge the key in the lock. The warmth of the house puffs around you as you swing the door open. You slip your shoes off, hanging your scarf on the rack of hooks to the side of the door. 

You stop dead when you look down. Shoes. Ricky’s shoes. “Ricky?” You start jogging through the entryway to the living room, breaking into a sprint when you see him standing in the living room. He meets you halfway, throwing his arms around your waist. He picks you up and twirls the both of you, laughter echoing around the room as you grip his shoulders. Finally, he sets you down, looking into your eyes with the most gentle expression as he leans in to kiss you.

The kiss is tender, full of love. God, the way he kisses is breathtaking. Giving you just enough to know he’s there, but not quite enough to be satisfied. He moves slowly, guiding your lips with gentle pressure as his arm sits securely around your waist. You chase the feeling, completely melting into him as your hand tangles in his hair. Slowly, he breaks the kiss with a small peck before leaning his forehead against yours.

“I missed you,” he breathes out.

“I missed you, too,” you respond, lips brushing his as the words tumble out. “I thought you weren’t getting home until Tuesday?” 

“The last show got canceled due to a scheduling conflict; I decided to surprise you.” He pulls back enough to look at you properly. You chuckle, threading your fingers up the back of his short, raven hair. Sometimes you miss his long hair, but God the short hair is hot. 

“Well, you did surprise me.”

“Good, I’d be mad if I didn’t,.” he chuckles. “Let’s go lay down.” Like a gentleman, he settles his hand on the small of your back as you make your way to the bedroom. He hits the door with the side of his foot to close it as you settle on the bed. Small shreds of light stream through the cracks in the blinds, striping the plush carpet. His eyes follow the creases of the jacket, his leather jacket, that still adorns your body as you shimmy onto the bed. Slipping under the covers with you, he pulls the two pillows closer together before flopping his head onto his own. Pausing, he tilts his head until his nose is buried in his pillow, eyes concentrated.

You raise your eyebrows. “What?”

“Did you sleep with my pillow while I was gone?”

“Wh- I mean, yeah, maybe a couple times.” Your cheeks flush.

He smirks. “I can tell. It smells like you.”

“Ok, well I missed you, what else was I supposed to do?” You defend yourself as he laughs.

“It’s fine, it’s cute. I like that it smells like you.” He shifts closer and wedges his hand under his face, looking at you with those puppy eyes you’ve missed so much. “Tell me about your day.”

As you talk about the long day filled with busywork and endless complaints he shifts one hand up to twirl a piece of your hair between his fingers. “-and my boss is such an asshole, he was… he…” you trail off when the pad of his fingers start to delicately trace your jawline. God, how he can completely numb your brain is still a mystery to you. He just has that effect. Your gaze flicking between his rosy lips and sapphire eyes has him leaning closer until his lips are just barely touching your own. Neither of you move much as you start to kiss once more, the pace leisurely and unhurried. Soft noises escape your throat, vibrating and dissolving into his lips. He shifts, bed sheets rustling, as he slips an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. 

His tongue prods between your lips and you tilt your head as you meet his tongue with your own. The kiss becomes a messy, sporadic waltz; focusing on feeling rather than performing. Your hand makes its way up the soft material of his shirt, the warmth of his chest bleeding into your palm and he groans softly. Still side by side, you hook your leg over his hips to get as close as possible. You can feel him hardening as you start to grind against each other. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and look at you. 

“Fuck, I love when you wear my jacket,” his voice is breathless and strained. “Strip, but keep the jacket on.” He scoots back to undress himself, allowing you to do the same. You sit up to remove all of your clothing before slipping the jacket back over your bare skin. The lining of the leather is slick and cool as you discard your clothes on the floor. You turn around to see Ricky kneeling on the bed stroking his hard length, the tip swollen and red. A bead of pearly precum leaks out and he swipes his thumb across it, spreading it down his shaft. He smirks at you, jerking his head back to urge you closer. You crawl across the black sheets towards him, jacket shifting open to display your breasts. He eyes them, a low noise escaping him. 

He pulls you to him, pupils black pits of lust and adoration. He cradles your head and kisses you, one arm snug around your waist. He leans the two of you down to return to your side by side position; bare except for the sticky leather. Each kiss deepens your need and you shift as close to him as you can get, groaning when his hard length presses against you. “Ricky, please,” you whisper, breaking the kiss.

“I know, baby, I know.” Ricky grips your thigh to pull it over his waist again. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grasps his cock to push into you slowly. Your eyes flutter and roll into your head as he bottoms out. Side by side, you feel so much closer than other times you’ve fucked. He starts to rock slowly in and out, finding a slow, passionate rhythm. Flush against him, the leather sticks to his skin, the silky underlining glides easily across the back of his hand where it rests on your skin. You moan and keen into him. The slow love making always seems more intense than the rough fucks. There’s something deeply intimate in the unhurried pace you set to explore each other’s bodies. 

“Oh, baby, fuck,” you whimper when he dips his head down to nip and suck at your neck. His breath is labored; strained noises escape him into the valleys and curves of your body. You fever at the feel of him; you’d thought about this moment so many times while he was away. “God, I missed you,” you breathe out. His inky hair fluffs into your cheek as his lips rest beneath your jaw.

“I missed you, too,” Ricky moans. “Missed you so fucking much.”

His thrusts deepen in pace and shorten in length as pressure begins to build low in the both of you. Your hips rock against his, chasing the pleasure he’s giving you. Pants and moans echo throughout the room as he digs up into you. He angles his hips down to drive into your sweet spot and your mouth drops open in pleasure. 

“Oh my god, Rick! Fuck- I’m gon- I’m gonna cum!” You spasm, writhe, and moan with your release; breath suspended in pleasure. The whole world goes fuzzy, all you can feel is Ricky. The way his arm stays secure around you, how his sweat mixes with yours, the soft frizz of his hair wrenched in your grip. The way he releases inside you. His hips stutter up and he’s cumming inside you, his labored groan muffled in your neck as he heaves and buries himself in your warmth.

Neither of you move, breathing against each other and relishing in the afterglow of your highs. With a soft kiss to your ear and a sigh, Ricky pulls out. He slowly rolls onto his back, bringing you to rest on his chest. His heart beats steadily against your cheek, serenading you into catharsis.

“I love you, Ricky.” Your words nestle into his chest, brushing against the dark ink.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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