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Ringo Starr x OC - Hello

Summary: The lads have a bash with Beth, their childhood friend and fellow musician. After Ringo and her are left alone, things pick back up as it always seems to do when substances are involved.

Triggers: alcohol & drug mentions, sex, porn with VERY little plot.

A/N: to prove I'm alive and writing, just slow, here's an oc x Ringo thing I did a while ago! Imma not say more bc I WILL ramble about my oc

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It was a get together, a house party only for the five of them. Getting drunk or high, or both, wasn't expected, but it happened. How could they say no? Good vibes, good company, and good substances — it was destined.

George was the first to retire, smashed off his head and high as a kite. He said he felt a little nauseous, and excused himself to the guest bedroom. Next was Paul, also drunk and high, but mainly just tired and mellow. He was falling asleep on the couch, and was sent to share the room with George. Lastly was John, far higher than anyone, he'd consumed a vast amount of vodka and beer and coke, and he'd stumbled his way towards the bathroom, not to be seen for the rest of the evening.

That left a drunk, high, and bashful Ringo, and a drunk, high, and joyful Beth. Sat beside each other on the couch, knees touching, laughter flowing freely and, perhaps, a bit obnoxiously outside of their bubble. They were talking about past times, future times, jokes and memories. Everything and nothing.

His arm was behind her along the couch, bent at the elbow to prop his head up; his torso was facing her, free hand resting on his thigh, fingers tantalisingly close to her leg, tapping an absentminded beat. She was facing him, leg hiked up to lay on the couch beside his hip, hands in her lap and other leg swinging as they spoke.

Everytime Ringo would make her laugh, she'd lean back a little bit, or her head would lightly hit his arm, or she'd place her hand on his knee or over his own hand. Each time, his drunken heart swelled, his cheeks grew a bit rosier, and he felt like a teenager again.

His eyes were entrancing, a gorgeous blue that Beth loved to get lost in. His smile was handsome, especially when it crinkled his eyes and he flashed teeth. He was a funny man, so full of love and joy, and he was warmth personified. He was cute, she'd happily admit. And a longing ached in her chest.

Like always, both of them eventually grew silent. It was just the hum of a record and the low volume of the TV keeping the room alive as the pair held their eye contact. It was intense, intimate. As if nothing else existed but them. A shared adoration, a shared love for one another.

"Hello, Richard," Beth spoke after another palpable few seconds, leaning up a little towards him. Her voice was lacking its previous brashness, now something more genuine and quiet.

"Hello, Bethany," Ringo replied, tone low and just for her. He leaned in a little bit too, noting the way that her cheeks flushed with his movement.

"Hello, Ritchie," She leaned up a little more.

"Hello, Bethie," He leaned down some more.

Their noses were practically touching, eyes half lidded with their sudden close proximity. Their breaths were mingling, a warm touch of anticipation between them.

"Hi, Ringo," Beth leaned in for the last time, lips grazing his.

"Hi, Beth," And their lips met.

It was soft at first, slow and almost hesitant. As if any further action would make the moment null and void; his free hand found the warmth of her thigh, exploring the fabric of her jeans and stopping shy just at her hip, just to repeat the process in reverse. He hummed as her hand found the side of his neck, fingers carding through his hair and playing with the strands.

Fuelled by alcohol, and perhaps a touch of lust, Ringo's grip on her thigh tightened as he intensified the kiss. He wanted to smother her, show her what he'd been waiting to do, how good he could make her feel. Maybe he could make it a point, and maybe she'd remember this unlike last time — hopefully he would, too. But right now, he was feeling bold.

Ringo's free hand met the base of her neck, the abrupt coldness of his rings eliciting a shiver from Beth. His fingers trailed up, carding through her hair and halting at the crown of her head; he grabbed a gentle fistful, a messy thing that had her groaning into his mouth.

Beth shuffled towards him, a hint for him to help. In one swift move, and with a little adjusting, she was straddling his lap. Their kiss was unbroken, growing more heated and desperate by the second. Both of her hands found his hair, and a single hand of his came to squeeze her ass hard.

It was no secret, in their new position, of his arousal. She could feel it straining beneath her, making her ache painfully for him as he was for her. She wanted him. She needed him. The way her hips ground against him said that perfectly. And yet there was worry in her mind.

"Ringo," Beth breathed, pulling back from the kiss with a little push back from his hair-curled hold. Her eyes met his, "We shouldn't do this."

He considered this for a moment, his usually bright blues tinted with something dark. Like an ocean during a storm. He searched her gaze, looking for any sign this should end. Finally, his lips parted, grip in her hair tightening a little. "I want you."

Needing no further reason to continue, she crashed her lips back into his. It was feverish, desperate, no longer holding any signs of hesitation or uncertainty. They needed each other, and each other they would have.

"Take 'em off, darlin'," Ringo hummed after a few more seconds of grinding and soft whines and holding himself back. He tugged at her jeans, "Need t' be in you."

Not having to be told twice, Beth shuffled away, trailing the kiss as far as she could. She stood, shaking hands making quick work of her buttons and zipper. Wiggling her hips to get them off, she cast a glance as he undid his belt and worked on freeing himself.

After kicking her trousers and underwear aside, and letting Ringo do the same, she took a step closer before he stopped her with an outstretched hand, "Undo your top. Please."

A lopsided grin found Beth's face at his polite yet demanding request, unbuttoning her shirt to allow it to drape at her sides. He was stroking himself, watching. But, far too drunk to be self conscious, she approached, flinging herself back into his lap and crushing her lips into his.

Settling back atop him, with some help admittedly, Ringo lined himself up as best he could whilst being devoured by their kiss. He drew back, both hands at her hips, and peered up at her with so much love and desire that she thought she'd melt.

"You ready?" He asked softly, barely a whisper. She simply nodded.

Following his lead, she slowly sunk onto his length, a collective groan filling the room. Her skin erupted into goosebumps at the sensation of being full, brows slanted as she drew in a shaky breath. For a long moment, they basked in each other's intimacy, her head finding the crook of his neck and breath erupting goosebumps in its wake.

He bucked his hips, prompting a surprised gasp; when she sat up, she began rocking atop him, the sensation lulling his head to fall back onto the couch. With lidded eyes he watched her, a hand sliding up to slip behind the open button up and under her bra.

Fingers found her nipple, toying with it. She moaned softly in response, hurried her pace. He gave a smirk, "'s that good?"

"Yes... God... please, Ringo..." Was all Beth could get out, voice a whine and damn near fucked out already.

If it was another night, maybe not when they're trying to be conscious of volume, he'd have fun with that. But for now, he nodded, muttering something breathy about how he knew. All the while, his other hand crept up to toy with her other nipple.

Every now and then, his hips bucked involuntarily, shoving himself deeper inside. And each time, she gave a delightful little gasp and moan combination, clenching around him and throwing her head back. And each time she did that, Ringo swore he could cum right there and then.

She was fucking herself on him, practically drooling. So ready to give herself as he was to her, and Ringo doubted there was ever a better feeling than this.

He began raising his hips to meet her in a steady rhythm, not quite helping the moans starting to occasionally filter through his lips. Without much thinking, his right hand left her breast and trailed up, exploring her deliciously smooth skin and grazing her throat.

The moment his fingers touched the sensitive area, she gasped and her whole body seemed to shake. She whined.

"Oh?" Ringo brought his hand back slowly, fingers curling softly around the expanse of her petite neck. She leaned into his hand a little, clenched around him, moaned something pathetic. "Oh. D'you like that?"

"Y-Yes, Richard, I do. Holy shit," Beth sounded breathless, as if saying anything took a lot of effort and energy. And for her it did, senses overwhelmed with the situation and his touches and how good he felt inside of her all at once.

When his real name left her mouth, he shakily inhaled, hips bucking into her and a hand at her hip pulling her down. Fully inside of her, his eyes closed, savouring how well she took him and how amazing she was. They stayed like that for a long moment, their heavy breaths mingling and appetite for each other not yet satiated. Perhaps it never would be.

Their eyes met now, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. Her nails dug into his clothed shoulder, lips subtly moving as if she wanted to speak. For a second, Ringo considered speaking, too. But like his partner, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I need you," She whispered, attempting to gain some sort of friction, of motion, from the man beneath her.

He hummed after allowing himself another moment to commit this to hazy memory, smile threatening to grow into the dorky grin she'd come to adore. Wordlessly, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close, shifting so that she lay in the couch beneath him. He kept himself inside of her, his breath heaving as she clenched around him impatiently.

Without prior warning, he began thrusting into her; his pace was hard and consistent, not slow but nowhere near as fast as he could go. A ringed hand found her throat again, daring to squeeze just a little bit. Her back arched into him as she let out a borderline pornographic moan.

Her hands clawed for any part of him, coming to rest in his shoulder and in his hair. She pulled him down, desperation thick in her kiss and the whines and moans that were softly escaping her, now filtering so perfectly into his ears. His skin erupted into goosebumps, a groan leaving his throat as she tugged at his hair.

"Please, please — fuck me, please."

Just when Ringo thought that Beth couldn't get more attractive or sexy or otherworldly, she had to beg and prove him wrong. His lips found their place at the shell of her ear, leaving sloppy kisses as he tried to catch his breath. "I've got you," He whispered.

As requested, he picked up his pace, leaning up to observe her expressions and the product of his handiwork. Through a heaved breath and exertion, he smirked something wild, "You're so fucking gorgeous. I've been thinkin' 'bout this."

"You feel so good," She managed with a smile, his gorgeous eyes the only thing she could feasibly make out through the physical blur of alcohol and the mental fog of him and how he dominated her senses.

Using it as fuel, Ringo reached a hand down and began circling her bundle of nerves, noting the way her legs shook, she got louder, and his name began slipping into her extacy. He was finding it harder to keep himself quiet, his own moans and groans now evident in the room, dancing with hers in a perfect vocalisation of their affections.

"I-I-I'm— so close," Beth whimpered, eyes clamped shut as she chased her high.

"Look at me when you cum," Ringo urged, his own desperation and impending release racking his voice with an unsteadiness. "I wanna see you."

Willing her eyes open, Beth nodded, her hand leaving his hair to grasp his wrist at her throat, pulling it down onto her. Taking the hint, and losing himself in his own struggle to not cum, he squeezed far harder than she'd expected him to. And that was what pushed her off of the precipice.

With a loud moan of his name that ran into an incoherent string of words, Beth came, hips bucking and body shaking. Tears pricked her eyes as she pathetically tried to pull him down to kiss. And he allowed her, lips meeting hers as he continued pounding into her, urgently chasing his own orgasm and relishing in how perfect she was.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, cumming onto her stomach whilst moaning into her mouth. His whole body racked with a violent shiver as his head fell into the crook of her neck. He left tired, sloppy kisses along her neck, latching onto a spot to nibble and suck just to leave proof he had been there.

Once satisfied, Ringo stood and slipped his underwear on. He picked hers up as he found a pack of tissues, doing his intoxicated best to wipe her stomach clean before allowing her to slip her panties on. Practically collapsing onto the opposite end of the couch, he ushered her over to lay between his legs, her head on his chest as he played with her hair.

"I love you, Ringo," Beth spoke, voice barely audible and cracking with overwhelming drowsiness and the small cocktail of drugs in her system.

"I love you too, Beth," He replied at the same volume, smile almost comically wide and lazy, his cheeks rosy. He wrapped an arm around her, staring up at the ceiling as it slowly rippled and threatened to spin.

Ringo's eyes fluttered closed after a few minutes, a satisfaction deep rooted in his soul. And yet he feared for when they woke up and forgot about the whole thing.

#Ringo Starr x OC #The beatles x oc #Beth Schwipps.#Mine.#Uh yeah. No real plot here lmao

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