Imagine... The Beatles

The Treehouse

Ringo Imagine :||

You felt cozy up in your warm treehouse, the breeze shaking the limbs.

"GET HIM!"

Scuttling followed, with the sound of a boy rolling into the house. Scampering feet left the treehouse, and the boy turned to meet your eyes.

Ringo was running from bullies. Shane, Cole, Todd, Kilby, and Martin where the biggest, meanest, rudest bullies in Liverpool! Ringo, only being 5'6, abs them towering him at 6 '2-6'5 had advantages. And they picked on the small guy.

"Who are you!? And what are you doing here!" you say. Ringo looks at you, and gasp. He's never seen such a beautiful bird! "Please, I'm just running from bullies!" he says, as you soften your expression. "Oh..." is all you can muster out.

"I'm Ringo." he says, extending his hand. You take it, and smile. "I'm Y/N." you say. Ringo nods. 'Her eyes sparkle!' Ringo is thinking, as you let his hand go.

"So, Y/N...?" Ringo starts, as you shush him off. "This was my Daddy's treehouse, we used to come here all the time. One day my father died of cancer. So now it's my treehouse. I take care of it for him." you say, nodding to a carving on the wall.

Ringo looks down, shocked. "I'm terribly sorry about your lose." he says, letting his ocean eyes swallow you. You burst into tears, remembering your Daddy, who held you and kissed you, who made sure the monsters where not in the closet, who said he'd protect you, the man who never left you.

"My Daddy left me and my mum..." Ringo starts.

"Ringo, any man can be a dad. But, it takes a special man to be a daddy. And my Daddy was beyond that. He was perfect! Your dad wasn't a Daddy, he was a sour, bitter, good for nothing ass!" you say, rage bubbling inside you.

The thought of a dad leaving his child disgusted you. "You're right..." Ringo says, pulling you closer to him. "Ringo, what are you doing?" you ask. Ringo sniffles. "I just need to hold you." Ringo says, as you feel tears on your shoulder.

You reach your hand up, and caress Ringo's cheek. Ringo explodes in complete bliss! He blushes under your hand, yet still he cries. "I wish I had a dad." he sobs. You kiss his cheek, and crawl into his lap. "You got me." you say, hoping that'll cheer him up.

He kisses your lips, and presses his forehead to yours. "I like having you around." he says, pressing you against the wooden floor. "You do?" you ask. Ringo nods, his eyes feeling with lust. "Then prove it..." you whisper.

(Oh yeah! It's smut!)

His lips lock to yours, as his hands roam your body. He stops at your bum, and gives it a squeeze. You jump, as he chuckles. Ringo rips your shirt off, then your bra. He takes a nipple in his hand, and squeezes. "Ringo!" you moan.
"That's right baby, moan my name." he says, straddling your waist.

You feel his boner against your leg, and you grab it. Ringo groans, and thrusts his hips. He rips his shirt off, exposing his chest. Your lips attack his chest, as his hands are busy getting your pants off. He grins, and takes your soaked panties with his teeth.

Soon, he's inside of you, thrusting hard. Fuck, how you loved this man who you only met 30 minutes ago! "Mmm, Y/N, baby! You're so tight!" Ringo groans, as you feel his cock twitch inside you. "Ringo pleas- OH FUCKING HELL!" you moan out, as you came.

Seconds later, Ringo cums. But still, he keeps thrusting till he collapse. "That- was so- much fun, love!" Ringo says, kissing your hand. And you must admit, it was fun!

The End.
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