Ringo Starr Smuts & Maybe Sometimes a Little Fluff

When I Get Home

You had just finished unpacking your last box in the bedroom. It had been a long day of moving into Ringo's flat, and you were happy to finally be done.

You walked down the hallway to the kitchen and were surprised to see that Ringo wasn't there. You shrugged and got yourself some water, then sat down at the dining room table to read a magazine.

"Hey gorgeous, come here often?"

Ringo sneered from the other side of the kitchen. You hadn't even noticed that he came through the door.

"Hey! Where were you, love?"

You laughed as he made his way over to your side of the table. He lit up a cigarette as soon as he sat down. You loved the way his lips pursed whenever he took a hit.

"Just went out to get some champagne for us, And come treats for little Spooky. "

He said smiling, looking over at your kitty sleeping comfortably in her bed. You grinned and blew him a kiss.

"What would you like to do to celebrate moving in, my love?"

You thought about it for a few seconds, and couldn't help but think about how exhausted you were from the day. Your energy was fading faster with every passing moment.

"Honestly, I just want to relax."

You admitted, yawning as you spoke.

"Want to watch a film?"

Ringo asked, taking one more drag before placing his cigarette into the ashtray. He got up from his chair to go grab the bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Sure why not."

You stretched your arms out, then made your way to the leather couch in the parlor
immediately falling onto it.

You had decided to watch some cheesy romance movie and laid cozily in a fetal position while Ringo sat up. He rubbed your feet as you two watched the movie.

You were trying your best to focus on the movie but after about a half an hour had passed you started to shiver.

"It's so cold in here! How do you live?"

You exclaimed. An adorable smirk painted itself across Ringo's face, and he rolled his eyes at your words.

"You see, there's this thing called a blanket. It's quite nice actually, it's just a large piece of fabric that keeps you warm."

Ringo said sarcastically. The blanket was on the arm of the couch underneath your head. You both giggled like children as he hovered over you to reach it.

"Lift your head up, angel"

You did just that and before you knew it your faces were dangerously close to one another. There were those blue eyes you loved so much. You swore they had the ability to sear a hole right through your soul. Before you could even speak Ringo pressed his lips against yours. The taste of his breath was sweet and smoky, an irresistible flavor combination you so often craved. The feeling of his kiss sent shockwaves down your body, turning you inside out with desire. You ran your fingers across his smooth cheek and stayed locked in that kiss until you felt the urge to yawn again.

He of course ignored your silent scream for sleep, leaving gentle pecks behind your ear.
He slipped his arms up underneath your body and kissed you again, this time more  romantically. His is tongue stroked your bottom lip, and then slipped into your mouth with little effort. He grinded his body against yours and you could feel his growing member poking against you. You moved your hand down to rub it through his pants, knowing this would drive him wild.

"Oh Y/N." He panted.

You pushed him off, only so he could remove his shirt, and you began taking your blouse and bra off as well. Once he was shirtless he instantly fell back onto your lips, kissing them ferociously. The warm skin to skin was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. You ran your fingers through his thick mop as he ran his across your now exposed breasts, kissing them delicately as his hands worked their magic.

"Ringo, I love you."

You moaned into his ear.

He paused everything he was doing to look into your eyes. He cracked a smile and gave you a series of sweet, gentle kisses from your breasts all the way back to your lips.

"I love you more than anything in the world, Y/N!

You felt a single tear escape your eye as he spoke those loving words. You were feeling so overwhelmed by it all. Your dreams were finally coming true, you had a boyfriend you were madly in love with and now you were living with him. Everything was as perfect as could be. You kissed him tenderly, savoring the moment of intimacy you were sharing. You could taste the faint saltyness of your tears on his lips as you ran your hands up and down his smooth back, clutching onto his skin with every move he'd make. Suddenly feeling bold, you had a thought.

"Sit up, I have an idea."

You commanded. Ringo raised his eyebrow in curiosity, and obliged. Once again he was sitting upright, and you wasted no time straddling him. It felt nice to take control, as Ringo was typically the dominant one in the bedroom. As you kissed him again all of your inhibitions went away completely and you didn't care about anything except pleasing this man you loved.

He quickly started to undo his pants underneath you, and you slid your panties down as well. You both knew you'd done enough foreplay and wanted to get right to it. Without wasting another second you slid down onto his hard member, taking in every beautiful inch. A slow, guttural moan escaped Ringo's perfect lips as you began riding him at a stable pace. The sensation of his rock hard love pulsing deep within you created a feeling of passion that was immeasurable. All of life's stresses that may have been plaguing your mind melted away with every mind bending thrust.

You ran your fingers through his thick hair while you rode him as hard as you possibly could. He held on tightly and kissed you feverishly.

"My turn."

He groaned, pushing you back down onto the couch. Typical Ringo, wanting to take control. You were loving every minute of it. Now that he was on top you got to look into his baby blues again. You were so deeply in love, and had never felt this kind of pleasure with anyone before. It was the kind of passion you see in movies, or read about in drugstore novels. You never dreamt of such a connection for yourself.

He kissed your neck and chin frantically, making his way to your chest. You held onto his thick hair, now greased with sweat as you came closer to your release. As you felt that familiar heat in your body move further down you couldn't help but scream his name in pleasure.

"Ringoooo"

He responded with even deeper thrusts, and grunts of both love and pure lust.

"Such a perfect girl. I love you so fucking much."

He moaned into your ear. The sound of his crackling voice made you feel like you had fireworks igniting in your core. You dug your nails into the skin of his back as he slammed you even harder and into the most intense orgasm you'd ever had in your life.

"That's right Y/N baby, cum for me. Give it all to me."

You yelped at his words, and with that all of your juices rushed out like a river onto his heat. His thrusts became lazy as he also came close to his orgasm, and once it was reached he moaned into your lips with satisfaction. Almost all of his dead weight was on top of you as he crashed from his intense high. Sounds of heavy breathing and heartbeats flooded the room as he pulled himself off of you, sitting back down in the same position he was in when you rode him.

You stayed where you were, unable to move from the extreme high you just experienced. Ringo ran his hands up and down your legs and smiled at you.

"Welcome home, my love."

You grinned like a schoolgirl and admired his beauty for a while, until you gave in and fell asleep. You were awake enough to notice that he'd placed a blanket on you and whispered good night into your ear.

So this is what heaven is like