Fangirl | Ringo Starr ✅

10

Ringo knocked on the door, hoping that Mrs Marx had already left to go shopping like she said she was going to. He waited a second before knocking again. Just a few seconds later, the door swung open, and a surprised twin brother was standing there.

"Alright, Ringo?" He grinned. "Mel's in the shower right now, wanna come in?" Ringo smiled and nodded, glad that he didn't have to deal with another family member who didn't like him. Max let him in and said, "just wait in the living room - do you want a cup of tea?"

Ringo accepted Max's offer of a cup of tea and sat down where he had been earlier. Shortly afterwards, Max returned with two mugs in his hand.

"Mel didn't stop talking 'bout you after you left." Max said. Ringo smiled. "Did my head in - not that I minded, mind you - I'm a big fan."

Ringo smiled in reply before speaking, "I'm sure; Mel is too."

"Yeah," Max agreed. "She's got her records out upstairs, and wondered if you and the others would sign them -"

"We certainly would." The drummer answered, taking a sip of the strong tea in his hand. "We'd sign things for you, too, I'm sure."

"That's a nice offer." Max answered. "Oh!" He exclaimed, "here she comes."

On cue, Melissa walked into the living room, a towel clutched to her chest and another one wrapped around her hair. When she saw Ringo, she blushed and gasped.

As quickly as she had come into the room, she left, and she could be heard sobbing as she ran up the stairs.

Mortified at the reaction he had caused Melissa to have, Ringo looked at Max. "Is she alright?" He asked. "I didn't cause that, did I?"

Max sighed. "She just wouldn't have come down if she knew you were here."

"I did cause it...?" Ringo felt terrible.

"I'm going to go and make her some tea." Max said slowly, standing up and going into the kitchen.

Ringo followed him into the kitchen. "Can I go upstairs and see if she's alright?"

Max narrowed his eyes at the drummer. "Not for anything else?"

Ringo blushed. "N-no..." Not unless it would make her feel better, he thought to himself.

"Then I guess so," Max shrugged. "Ask her if she wants any lunch while you're there."

"I'll prob'ly forget," Ringo admitted. "I'll wait 'til yerve made the tea."

Max held the mug out to him. "I'm going out for a bit," he informed him, "so you two will have the house to yourselves - don't do anything I wouldn't do." He teased.

Ringo smiled, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He nodded. "I'll be good, I promise."

Max left the house and Ringo went upstairs, following the sound of crying.

He knocked softly on the door with his free hand, and then pushed the door open. Melissa was sitting at the vanity mirror in her room brushing her long blonde hair, a towel still wrapped around her, and tears rolling down her face.

"Mel?" Ringo asked softly. She turned and looked at him in surprise - she hadn't heard him coming up the stairs or knocking. "Is it alright if I come in?" She nodded slowly and he came further into her room, sitting on the bed. "Why were you cryin', baby?"

"You saw me in my towel," she sniffled.

"You look beautiful."

"Not like this, I don't." Melissa answered.

"Like what?" Ringo asked, genuinely confused - how could she think that she wasn't beautiful? To him, Melissa Marx was the most beautiful girl in the world, and there would never be anything that she or anybody else could do that would change his mind.

"Like a drowned rat - in a towel, my hair deflated, and no makeup on -"

Ringo got up and crossed the room, slipping his arms around her neck and placing them on her chest, though not on either of her breasts. He kissed the top of her wet hair. "You don't ever need to cover up. Not for me." His hands went to the top of the towel and he slowly undid it, all the while wondering if she would tell him to stop.

Melissa held her breath, but didn't tell him not to carry on. Eventually, the towel was open, and Ringo could see all of his beautiful girlfriend in the mirror. His heart skipped a beat. He really was such a lucky guy.

"R-Ritchie..." she stuttered out, not knowing what to say to the man who was looking at her naked form.

"I want to show you how beautiful you are," Ringo whispered into her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine and the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up straight. He let go of the towel and moved his hands to her breasts, massaging them - they fit so perfectly in his palm. It was as if she had been made for him. They had been made for each other, Ringo was convinced of that. "Do you want me to show you?" Melissa nodded, and Ringo decided not to torture her any further. He let the towel fall to the floor and held out a hand. Melissa took it and he led her to the bed. "I want you to sit at the top," he said, "and spread your legs."

Shaking a little from nerves and a little from anticipation, Melissa nodded and did as she was told. Sitting against the headboard of her bed and taking a deep breath before she bent her legs, opening them and moving them far apart.

Ringo crawled onto the bed and knelt between Melissa's legs. "They're going to need to go further apart." She spread them a little further and he smiled encouragingly at her. He placed a soft kiss on one knee and then began to work his way up to her opening. He sucked, licked and nibbled at each bit of skin that he touched, knowing that he was leaving marks on her. Melissa was enjoying this; her hands were knotted in his hair and she was moaning already.

Ringo couldn't help but smile against her pale skin - he hadn't even touched her properly yet, and already her thighs were tensing as though she was going to cum. When he reached where he knew she wanted him to be, he looked up at her. "You're so beautiful, Mel," he said as he flattened his tongue against her clit without any warning.

Melissa gasped and her fingers knotted themselves more deeply in her boyfriend's hair. Ringo couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. He knew he was good with his tongue, yeah, but to have such an effect on a girl was a compliment.

Ringo buried his tongue in her folds, sucking as hard as he could as he worked the muscles against her skin. Melissa moaned and cried out his name repeatedly, her toes curling as she felt the familiar heat building in the pit of her stomach. To heighten the sensation, Ringo inserted one finger into her, moving it in and out slowly. Melissa moaned and managed to gasp out a quick "g-gonna -" before Ringo was sucking even harder, silently begging for her to come all over his face.

And she did. And he licked up every drop of her cum that he could reach.

When he was done, Ringo pulled his face from her and then pressed his lips to Melissa's. Melissa could taste himself on Ringo's lips, but it wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be.

"You're so beautiful, Mel." Ringo whispered against her lips as they kissed, Melissa deepening the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck.