PLEASE WRITE RINGO SMUTTT!!!!
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âȘ)Contains: Smut, AFAB reader, no use of Y/N, Consent because itâs always good
âȘ)Summary: Ringo has been busy with work for so long, luckily he thinks the same.
âȘ)Notes: This is actually my very first time writing Smut!! Please let me know if thereâs stuff to improve onnnn, Titled after âHeartbeatâ by Childish Gambino
It had been hours since youâd last seen him, by him you mean your boyfriend, Ringo Starr. Heâd been working nonstop on the new Beatles album; Let it Be, always leaving early in the morning and coming home at 8pm for the last week and a half.
Heâd always give a short but loving peck before going off for the sessions when you were awake to see him and wrangle yourself up from bed.
Youâd been feeling incredibly needy lately, a result of his absence, but not wanting to bother him you kept it to yourself because god knows if you were sweating for more than 9 hours daily you probably wouldnât want to exert more energy.
The clock on your wall ticked pass the 12 mark as it turned 9pm, you let out a sigh mixed with a huff and pushed yourself off the lounge, gliding upstairs to your shared bedroom. You anticipated heâd be home sooner but you were growing antsy from his lack of a return anytime soon.
Getting unclothed you stepped into your pyjama set consisting of shorts way too small for public appearances and an old shirt of Richâs. A creak comes from downstairs which halts your movements to listen in before hearing the familiar voice shouting your name.
âIâm in the bedroom, Rich!â. You called out while throwing your aforementioned shirt on before the bedroom door was pushed open.
You instantly cling to him like two magnets, bringing your arms around the nape of his neck and resting your head on his shoulder while his hands snaked onto your waist and squeezing your closer.
He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head and stayed unusually silent, probably from how tired he was.
You shifted a bit and accidentally rubbed your thigh against his crotch, he stiffens more than he previously was and jolts a bit.
âCouldnât stop thinkinâ about you, got a hard-on while practicing and couldnât leave sooner so I had to just endureâ. He whispers with a chuckle and an embarrassed small smile.
You donât say anything but loosen a hand from his neck and drop it down to his trouser fly, pressing your thumb on his dick outline. He hisses through his teeth and looks down at you, you glance up at him with sultry eyes before palming him and rubbing the denim slowly.
He dips his head to you and messily kisses your lips with his dry ones, moistening them with your mixed saliva. The sounds are crude as you sloppily make out and work him through the layers.
Gently he hooks his arms under your thighs and places your on the bed before climbing on top of you while continuing the kiss.
He disconnects your lips, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you and then snapping onto your chin. His hand dips down your stomach to your inner thigh, looking into your eyes until you nod.
âYâso beautiful.. Been waiting for me to get home?â His fingers slide to your clit and rub it through your shorts and underwear.
âMhm, wanted you forever now but didnât wanna make you take me after youâve been away all day working..â you say in a hushed, breathy voice as you softly exhale.
âShouldaâ just told me, doesnât matter what Iâve been doing.â He hooks his finger at the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down to then toss on the floor somewhere, being left in only panties and your shirt.
His eyes linger on the lacy pair of red bottoms youâve decided to wear, the colour complimenting your skin tone so beautifully. He leans down and kisses your lower stomach and drags your panties down off your ankles.
His gaze devours you in hunger that isnât solely lustful, rather mixed with awe and love. ââŠcan you get on your knees fâme please?â
You oblige and position yourself on your hands and knees on top on your sheets, your ass exposed for him like first row to a show.
His hand grips your ass cheek while reaching his thumb down to spread you like heâs examining an art piece. You squeak out a whimper as his thumb glides through your folds, collecting your wetness for his use.
âGonna make you feel good, for waiting fâmeâ his hot breath reaches your sensitive spots before lapping his tongue right at your hole, groaning at the taste he so very much enjoys.
You let your arms fall to a cross on the bed and drop your head onto them as pleasure sparks through your body, letting out a strained exhale.
His lips fully enveloped you as he ate you out like he had been starved for weeks, his moustache tickling your sensitive skin. His hand slipped from your ass to right by your hole, inserting his middle finger in with a squelch.
His foreplay lead him to adding an additional 2 fingers to your tight cunt, stretching you out enough to take him. You were panting into your arms and sensing you were close, Ringo separated himself from you to deprive of all stimulation.
You whined âI know I know, jusâ want you to cum around me, love.â He whispered and tossed you onto your stomach, stroking your cheek before tugging his pants and boxers down in a hurry along with his button-up.
He stroked his length a few times before sliding it up and down your wet folds, both of you groaning until he looked up for approval and received it via your slow head nod.
He braced himself by gripping your waist while he lined himself up until it caught onto your tight hole, pushing the tip in just slightly and moving the hand previously holding it up beside your ear to grip the bedsheets.
You sharply inhaled as he pushed himself into you, pain slowly becoming immense pleasure.
His dick hit your cervix and he stopped to let you adjust, feeling you clamp around him to get accustomed to the intrusion you havenât felt in weeks. âMove now..â you breathe out.
He groans as he pulls back and slides into your warmth, the veins on his length shaping your insides like memory foam.
You bring your arm up to his cheek and pull him into a kiss, your moans getting lost in his mouth.
He sets up a rhythm and snaps his hips into your pelvis again and again, drawing high pitched noises out of yourself. His hand moving from your hip to your shirt and ripping it up to gaze at your breasts, bouncing with every slam of his cock he makes.
Quickly leaning his head down to kiss your sternum and each of your nipples.
Strained sounds come out of you both as you get close to cumming. Ringo flips you onto your stomach and on your knees as he cracks into you with so much vigour and haste.
Lewd noises fill your house as the open bedroom door had been disregarded at the start of your interaction. Slaps of skin on skin, moans, profanities, groans.
âGonna cum.. Where do yâwant me?â He chokes out as his hands find purchase on your waist for stability, making his thrusts hit you so much harder in your g-spot.
âInside..â you whine out, sure he had no protection on but itâs not like you would really care about pregnancy, you were more prioritised on feeling good.
âFuck, okayâ. He breaths out, seemingly turned on by that answer as his thrusts go out of rhythm and he pounds into you mercilessly.
You cry out as you reach your high right before he groans and throws his head back, filling your now stretched hole in his cum, warming you up in seconds.
His hands slide down your waist and rubs your shoulders to bring both of you back, pulling out and moving his gaze down to your clenching hole, dribbling his semen out and onto the bed below.
He collects some and rubs it over your hyper alert folds before bringing his hand up to tap your ass cheek and wondering off the bathroom a couple meters away.
You flop onto the bed and roll on your back, heaving as you comedown from your high and rest your hands on your stomach.
Ringo comes back after a minute with two cloths, he gently taps your knee and you spread yourself from him as he cleans you of all the fluids. Using the cooler cloth to wipe away any sweat on your forehead and body, patting himself off after and sweetly smiling at you before tossing the cloths somewhere and joining you in bed.
His arms close around you and brings you chest-to-chest while littering kisses on your head
âThat tickles, Rich..!â You chuckle out before he takes the first sheet layer off the bed, thatâll need to be washed in the morning, pulling the lower layer onto the two of you.
âI love youâ. He whispers softly
