Can you make a story of Ringo x reader ?
Where Ringo is on tour with the band but starts to miss reader so, the band came up with the idea to invite reader to one of their gigs to surprise him!
And the rest of the day is them being close to the hip cause reader is only staying with them for a week.
And yes, you can add smut π
Donβt forget to take breaksπ«Ά
Hi !! Thank you so much for this.
Absofuckinglutely. I tried to respect your request as much as I could, and now itβs yours, enjoy <3
Pairing : 60βs Ringo Starr x Reader
Summary : All in the request really
a/n : Still trying to figure out how to properly write for everyoneβs convenience, please be kind. ( English is not my first language) Not at all time history accurate, oups.
Warnings : P In V / Denying O! / Teasing / Slight fluff ?? / Smut / Female receiving (O!) // MDNI !!!!
August 23rd, 1965
It has been exactly 10 days since Ringo left. On August 13th. It was nothing really. 10 days away. You both could manage.
However the lingering feeling of need and aching in the deepest and most secret of places, this you could not manage.
Ringo and you met a few years ago at the Cavern Club. He had just replaced Pete.
You remember it all too well. Screaming girls were erupting from everywhere in the audience chanting something as close as βPete forever, Ringo never!β
You, you never came in those kind of places. You found them filthy, gross and depraved. But that one night, it was unexpected, you stepped inside with reluctance, your friends wanted to have fun after all. And you never wanted to be the unbearable, sloth friend.
Thatβs when he saw you.
Because you ? Oh boy you didnβt want to be there. You were not paying attention to any of the moving hips in front of you or the suggestive glances young lads were giving you.
When the music stopped, someone made their way across to you. You couldnβt quite see who it was so you just sighed and prepared yourself for the most annoying, presumptuous, preening bloke ever.
βHow dβyou like the showβ
Someone asked from behind. More as a statement that you liked it rather than an actual question.
βI didnβt quite listenβ
You responded dismissive as you were not even looking at him.
A low chuckle escaped from his lips, making its way trough the crowd of people and trough your heart.
You looked up slightly.
He was looking at you with a slight grin.
βA great reason to come back tomorrow and tell me how you liked it thenβ
Before you could even answer or chuckle or smile or have a proper look, he had already left, leaving you with a sudden emptiness you could not quite put your finger on.
And you came back the next day.
And all the days after.
You chuckled to yourself thinking about all this as you wrote your letter to ship it all the way across the sea, to America. To him.
Ringo booked a slot for a call this afternoon. You wished it was as easy to reach him as picking the phone up whenever you wanted to. Unfortunately, it wasnβt. But you didnβt want to think about this. You were finishing writing down all the details of your week that you had to tell him.
The moment came. Your phone rang and your mind drifted instantly. Your feet starting to make their own choices and picked you up to run to the phone. You sat there and answered. Through the crackle of the cable, you could just catch the faint and subtle sound of music in the back.
βHello?β
Your heart warmed instantly at the sound of his voice.
You chuckled of excitement.
βHey pretty girlβ he said with a smile you could hear.
βHello Richieβ
βHello darlingβ
βWe donβt have much time so I will tell you about my week and then you will tell me about yours, right.β You ordered with no real intention of him agreeing with you. Every minute was counted and you were not one to afford to pay Β£100 for 3 minutes.
βSo, monday I went on a walk and saw old Janny and Paul, they asked about you because they saw you on the telly. Tuesday me andββ
βCome on Rich, we have to leave!β
You were cut off by Johnβs voice that the phone picked up.
A beat.
βWe can rescheduleβ You said. Falsely.
A silence. Then a sigh.
βMβso sorry, love. I though I would have time at the moment but Iββ
βGo then ! My stories are repetitive and boring anywayβ you chuckled with a heavy heart.
βDonβt say that. I like listening to your repetitive and boring storiesβ
Silent. Johnβs voice calling for him again.
βI justβ swear I miss you so much I canβt stop thinking about you.β
βItβs okayβ You whispered.
βI will see you very soon I promise. Then I will get to know what odd story old Paul told you about me, yeah?β
βYesβ You responded as the excitement that build up for days faltered.
βCome onβ¦ I know this voice. Youβre madβ
A breath
βGood luck for tonight, Richβ
You hang up.
You were mad. Not at him, never at him. But towards the whole situation. It was unfair that he couldnβt even get to have a proper conversation with his girlfriend.
A week has gone by since you mailed your letter and your terrible last phone call had happened.
You were in the living room picking up the mail from the postman and you saw his letter. A very distinctive ink and stamp that just by the sight, your heart knew to jump already.
You opened it with a gentleness you never knew you could give to a simple peace of paper. Except when you started to read it, you didnβt recognize your loverβs words. You directly looked at the signature and it wasβ¦ Paulβs. Confused, you decided to read it anyway. As your eyes drifted from one sentence to another, you started shaking.
Theyβve paid your fare to join them all the way to the United States.
You barely had time to adjust to the news when you saw the date of the flight.
August 30th.
A day from now.
You started packing your bags impatiently and before you could even realize it, you were landing at JFK.
A man with your name written on a cardboard was waiting. For you, you thought.
You hopped in the car as he took your luggages to put them away in the trunk. Not for one second were you scared for your life. After all you didnβt know this man, nor this country.
But your heart knew that you were in the right place.
You arrived at a huge stadium. The Shea Stadium, the driver explained with his thick american accent. You smiled and nod. Before you could even process what was happening, you were shoved out of the car and into a corner.
It all happened so quickly but the warm sent of cologne and Liverpool could not be mistaken. You spun around, your eyes wide.
Paul laughs at you before hugging you.
βYou cameβ
βOf course I did. Thank you so much Paulieβ
One big question was hanging in the air as you started to speak.
βHe doesnβt know youβre here. He started to become all cranky so we thought : might as well bring her there, you knowβ
You smiled fondly.
At the same time near the stage, you could hear the screaming fans and the lads tuning their instruments.
You both made your way backdoor and your heart skipped a beat when you heard a laugh.
Not anyoneβs laugh. Not a random laugh. But that deep, joyful, warm laugh your heart recognized.
You could swear Paul was more excited than you were. He couldnβt stand still while walking.
You both arrived from behind and as John and George saw you, they couldnβt contain their smile.
βWhatβs with you?β Ringo spoke out.
He turned around.
His eyes fell on you, suddenly you could see the meaning of life. It was lying right there.
His jaw hit the floor and you ran into his arms.
He naturally picked you up and buried his face into the crook of your neck.
βAre you realβ
You laughed.
βI canny believe youβre here loveβ He whispered like a prayer.
He hugged you tighter and slowly put you down to look at you. He cupped his hands around your face and started kissing you everywhere making you laugh.
You slowly drifted away from him as George spoke out.
βWe are all glad that ye here, but weβre up in 2 minutesβ
Ringo sighed as he almost fell into you.
βWhy do you bring me a gift if I canβt enjoy itβ
You laughed, still processing that you were in his arms, in America.
βIβm not leaving. I will be right here when you returnβ
After multiple attempts from everyone to push him away from you, he finally hopped on stage and you sat backstage, waiting.
You watched him during his performance. He was always so energetic and spirited, but tonight ? It was on another level.
You sometimes caught glimpse of him looking at you from his seat.
When the gig came to an end, he almost ran out of stage after the final bow, to you.
Your feet met the air in an instant as you hugged him. He was covered in sweat and water but you didnβt mind.
βHowβd you like the show?β He smirked.
You laugh wholeheartedly.
βI didnβt quite pay attentionβ
He kissed you as fearlessly as he could.
After talking their gigβs suits off, you all walked to the hotel as fast as you could before the crowd of fans could gather. You spent the whole night playing cards, listening to some records and dancing. Ringo wouldnβt leave your hip. Every time you walked away to grab a drink or some food he would ask where you were going and for how long. You smiled. You felt at ease knowing that you were reunited.
As the night stretched, Ringo decided it was time for you to go to sleep. You kissed everyone goodbye and walked away hand in hand.
The moment the lock of the door fell shut behind him, he sighed.
βYou donβt know how long iβve waited for this. Just us being here togetherβ
You smile fondly and sit down on the bed to take off your heels that were torturing you.
His knees met the floor quickly in front of you.
βLet me take care of thisβ
He took the reason of your pain off as his hands wandered freely from your ankle to your tights. Slow, deliberate and precise. You stiffened.
βRichieβ You said softly when your eyes locked into his.
He looked up with puppy eyes waiting for you to speak your mind.
βI need to take a shower, and so do youβ
You stood up determined, he caught your wrist gently as he stood to meet your full form.
βLet me do it, yeah ?β You didnβt have to think too much before accepting. After all, you were the one that had traveled the world to be with him.
He walked you to the bathroom. For a whole minute he just looked at you with his hands around your face. Possessive but gentle and needy. You swallowed with difficulty because of the proximity. An instant later, his lips met yours in the softest way. You deepened the kiss and let your hands wonder through his hair, damp and looking a mess.
You felt his body tense the moment your hands touched him. He broke the kiss, lips swollen and red. He got back at it, but this time, your neck was the victim.
Your head rolled back and you sighed.
He smiled on your neck and you playfully hit him.
βDonβt be cockyβ You said almost breathlessly already.
He just chuckled lightly and got back to business. He looked up trough his lashes and you felt intimated.
You blushed, he stood up and turn you around in one swift motion.
Taking his time, he started to reach for your dressβs zipper and slowly, agonizingly, he dragged it down.
Your dress met the floor and you were almost bare in front of him. You wanted to turn back around to look at him but his calloused hands grabbed your hips and put you firmly back in place.
βNot until I say so, loveβ He whispered, his lips touching your ear.
It sent shivers down your core, your mouth fell open.
βDo I make myself clear ?β
You nodded slowly, bracing yourself for the moment you were about to live.
βDidnβt catch that sweetheartβ You could hear him smirk trough his teeth.
βYesβ You said in a breath.
He kissed your neck again as a reward.
A second later, you heard his knees touching the ground and his hands grabbing your thighs. You shifted trying to get some friction near that sweet spot that was aching.
βIβve been dreaming about this for so longβ
He trailed kissed on your back, your legs, your bum, as he spoke.
βDreaming about youβ
You were completely consumed by him.
βRichβ¦β You said out of breath.
βPatience my dearβ His fingers parted your thighs slowly and in a swift motion he pulled your knickers down, putting them aside.
You felt the wind on your most intimate part, but mostly, you felt his fingers.
βAlready so wet ?β
You flushed.
His fingers started working you up. Moving, but not sliding. Touching your folds, parting them, examining your sweet spot. You gasped at the sensation.
βBet youβve been so wet for me lately, imagining it was my fingers instead of yours, yeah?β
You couldnβt even answer, too focused on the pressure you needed to be relieved.
He broke trough and started fingering you slowly, delicately, like examining something fragile. He knew your body, even better than you. It was safe to say he could make you come in 2 minutes, with two fingers only.
βRich Iβmββ
You barely even finished your sentence that you were shoved the other way round. You took in the sight. Your boyfriend, on his knees before you, pleasuring you. You couldnβt hold eye contact and close your eyes.
He stood up leaving you empty with a soft pop, your eyes shoot open, you were panting.
βNoβ¦ W-Why..β You tried to argue, weakly.
He kissed you, as he did, his hand unhooked your bra with no effort, you sighed softly at the sensation and you let the straps fall on the floor.
βLook at youβ He said close to your lips.
βSo prettyβ¦ soft.. Vβ never seen anything like itβ
Your slowly grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it. His eyes never left yours as you did. Knowing how shy you could get even after all those years. You felt his intense gaze on you and it distracted you, messing up the way you were taking his clothes off.
He laughed gently and put his hands over yours.
βLike this, yeah ? You know how to do that, donβt you?β
You nod and bit your lip, taking it all of now. Leaving him bare chest in front of you. You looked at him to find him obviously looking at you, your eyes locked back down. Your shy fingers unbuckled his belt. You felt his breathing becoming more and more shaky. It earned you a soft smile, knowing the power you also had on him.
You pull them down and quickly he tossed them away.
You awkwardly reached for his briefs but his hand stopped you. You looked up at him confused.
βNo pretty girl. I want this to be about youβ
He said confidently.
He led you to the shower and started running the water. He put soap all over your body. You saw how his length was hardening by the sight.
βLike what you see?β
You smiled and nod shyly.
He rinced the soap off with water, with his soft hands, touching you more than necessary for cleaning-purpose only.
When he was done, he knelt back down.
βI need to taste you. Itβs been so long babyβ
You looked at him, grabbing his hair already as you gave him a slight nod.
βMβgonna make you feel so good, I promiseβ
And with that, his mouth fell on your core. You gasped at the open mouth on you. You felt his tongue moving fast, sliding all the way in, making you squirm and push into the wall behind you.
And there, in that moment, you heard him moan. That was it. You started feeling that pressure in your lower abdomen.
βBabyβ¦ Iβm..β
βAlready ?β He looked up, still giving small lick as he talked.
βYouβre not coming. Not nowβ
It wasnβt really a request, you knew it. And you knew you could contain it a bit more.
You nodded as your eyes squeezed shut and you were biting on your lips.
He added a finger circling your bundle of nerve.
βMmm doing so good for meβ
Your body was shaking, you needed that release.
βRich.. I canβt..β
βIs my sweet baby in need of something ? β
βPleaseβ¦ you know..β
He was relentless. Making you whimper and moan even more loudly. His large fingers inside of you with his tongue pushing deeper was sending you over the edge
βIβll do anything baby, let me comeβ
As your words left your mouth, he became messy and hungry. He ate you out like he never did before. You let out a cry as you reached your orgasm.
You try to move but he didnβt. Licked every juice of pleasure that was leaving your body. Lapping on your spot until you couldnβt take it.
βRich, fuck!β
He didnβt stop and took another one out of you. You were panting and crying when his mouth left your body.
He looked at you, stood up and kissed you.
βSuch a good girlβ He said in your mouth.
βYou okay baby?β He asked after a moment there.
You nodded, wrecked and weak.
βHow am I supposed to perform tomorrow knowing I could rest between your thighs ?β
