ringo x reader!fem first time
A/N: Ok, but one thing...Assuming this is sex I have to tell you: This is a safe for work blog so graphic smut is a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig no no. Many of my followers are underage. Any smut I post on this blog could land me in trouble and get it removed! That being said, I can mention sex, I just cannot get graphic about it. So here ya go, the PG-13 version of this prompt.
But I have a weakness for
Sooooo, first time with Ringo. This is also with a fem! Reader since I wasn’t sure how to keep it neutral. I have to thank @casafrass @crazy-little-thing-called-deaky and @thebohrapboysawakenedmywhatever for their writing and ideas, they gave me a lot of inspiration!
So CW: mentions of sex and a little bit of angst
Richard/Ringo/whatever you like to call him is a total sweetheart with you.
But beneath his puppy eyes, he has some experience under his belt. He was a chick magnet in his earlier years with his bad boy scruff, delicate curls, jacket with the cuff popped up, and a grey streak that made him seem older and mature in all worldly matter (a-hem).
Yet with you, he is both excited and hesitant. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, in fact, he loves the idea of being intimate with you!! Very very much. He just wants it to be special and he doesn’t want to pressure you. He has learned better than to come on too strong to ladies.
But one evening, when you are eating together, something pretty simple. You both are laughing over some stories you have about your family and friends. Richard grabs a drink. You then tell him, “Ritch, I’m…uhm…I think I’m ready to go all the way with you.”
He nearly spits out his drink amd coughs it for a bit.
‘Y’mean…you want…you want to…have all of me?” he asks. His eyes are wide and his nostrils are flaring.
“Why, yes…yes. I’m ready.”
“D’you mean…uhm, tonight?” he asked.
“Do you have any…uhm…you know…”
“I’ll be at the store, I’ll be back.” he promised.
He rushes out to hurriedly buy condoms before he can be recognized because who knew how the world would react to the world's most popular drummer being seen with them in public.
So you lead him up to his room. He continually keeps asking if you are really sure and you nod.
“Just…just let me know if you want to stop.” He says.
His large, bejeweled hands are shaking a little, you are so dear, so precious to him, touching you is like touching a precious porcelain figure. He is very, very careful.
So you start by making out and you are surprised how passionately he kisses you. You even feel that he is tugging on to your clothes a bit.
After a bit of making out on the bed, much to your bemusement, he turns over to the desk right next to it and starts taking off his rings one by one.
“Do you want me to take my own clothes off or do you want to do it yourself?”
“Well, I already started, my love, let me finish…”
You beat him to it. By the time your pink top is removed, as well as your bottoms, shoes, and socks, you unhook your bra before him.
He looks at you, eyes wide, nearly struck dumb by what's in front of him.
“God…,” he mutters, moving in to kiss and hold you again.
But the actual sex stuff, as badly as you have wanted it is…disappointing.
As good as it began, all the sensations were overwhelming. It even felt awkward.
Then the actual sex was painful, you gasped and your eyes teared up. Ringo looked at you a bit questioningly, knowing something was up.
“Richard, please stop,” you insisted.
“It’s ok, I’m stopping,” he said, pulling out and backing away.
“Are, are you alright, dove?” he asked, he gently laid a hand on your face.
“Yes, I’m alright” you answered, giving him a reassuring smile. “Just a little sore.”
“I’ll…I have some cocoa powder, I’ll heat up milk on the stove” he said. He removed the condom and put on some underwear and a big shirt on and rushed downstairs.
Sitting alone, you breathed in deep. Then you took a blanket on his bed and wrapped yourself around it. You then found another casual shirt of his in a drawer and put it on.
You followed downstairs, the blanket draping behind you like a cape.
Ringo was right in front of the stove, and although you smelled the milk heating up, you heard him sniffling a bit.
You went up and hugged him from behind “Richard…are you alright?”
“It’s just I…I hurt you…”
“No, no you didn’t, it wasn’t your fault. We just aren’t quite ready yet.”
You turned him around and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“And you said I could stop and you listened to me and stopped. That’s not hurting, is it?”
“I just…I wanted the first time to be perfect.”-
“It never is. But I…I love you” you add, with slight hesitation, “we can show we love each other in all sorts of ways before we’re ready to try again.”
You help him stir in the cocoa powder and insist on using a cube of sugar for the cup (“We need something sweet, Ritch!”)
You both went on the couch, both under the blanket, drinking cocoa and watching a movie on tv. He soothes your hair and kisses your forehead multiple times. You both even laugh at some funny lines in the movie. When the credits roll, you both feel your eyes droop.
“Let’s crash on the couch for now” you suggest.
Eventually, ou nestled up next to him and he was smiling, wondering how he got to be with you.
“You think we can try again soon?” you ask.
“We’ve got plenty of time, but let’s just be together now” he said.
