And He Loves You: Beatles One shots and imagines

Home again~~ Starr *Requested*

*Smut*

 Requested by @marmaladeskies67 💕

  You stood in the door way of Ritchie's childhood home, butterflies racing through your stomach, you where so goddamn nervous. What if they didn't lie you? What if you didn't like them? What if they thought you weren't good enough for Ritchie? What if you did some thing dumb like step on their cat? Did they even have a cat? What if-- your thoughts where interrupted by Ritchie's hand on the small of your back.

 You looked into his handsome blue eyes as he smiled a bit, the late evening casting shadows through them, "There's no need to be nervous love, they'll love ye," you smiled nervously as he leaned closer, resting his forehead on yours, "Yeah but what if they don't?" He grinned as you wrapped your hands around his waist, "Then sod them, but don't worry, they will," you smiled as he closed the gap between you, his full lips pressing up against yours. He pulled away quickly as the door opened up, spinning his head around bashfully the other direction as you blushed at your feet for the longest two seconds of your life.

 You heard a woman laugh as you looked up, "Ritchie love it's so good to see you!" She said as he smiled, being engulfed in a warm hug, she turned to you, her bright, inviting grin flashing as your eyes met, "And you must be Y/n! It's so nice to finally meet you dear, Ritchie has told me so much about you. Call me Eloise," you chuckled a bit, making eye contact with Ritchie from the tight and painfully long hug she'd wrapped you in, he just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

  You where ushered into the living room, being greeted by his stepfather, Harry, "It's nice to meet ye y/n, do ye think yer gonna be getting married anytime soon?" Was lovely opener as he stuck his hand out to greet you, causing you to blush while taking his hand and shaking it, "Well don't worry, I'll let you know if we are getting married okay?" He laughed and clapped you on the shoulder as Ritchie took his place by your side once more and whispered a quiet, "Sorry," as you walked into the dining room to sit down.

 "Sorry we're late mum, we would've been earlier but traffic was hell," he stated as he pulled your chair out for you, "Ah it's no problem Ritch, I kept dinner warm," she assured cheerfully as she dished up plates. 

 Once food was served and everyone was seated you sat quietly as Ritchie caught up with his parents, it'd been ages since he'd seen them after all, but after awhile, attention was turned to you, "Oh y/n I feel like we've been ignoring you love, tell us about yourself," you chuckled a little as you began, "Well I grew up in a family with three younger siblings," you began, "I'm originally from Manchester but my family moved to London when I was two, I finished Uni two years ago, I was going to the Liverpool arts institute which is actually how I met him, and now I'm a photographer for a London magazine,"

 His parents nodded in approval, "She seems like a good one Ritchie," his step-father said with a knowing look, "Three younger siblings is a lot of children," Eloise mentioned as she took a bight of her food, "It is, are ye fond of children y/n?" Harry asked, catching you off gaurd, "Oh well, yes, they're very nice," you replied, praying for no follow up, but alas he continued, "Well then, when I'm hoping to see some grandchildren soon," he said cheekily, folding his arms and sitting back in his chair, "God Da' why've ye gotta bring that up now?" Ritchie groaned as you both blushed. 

 The night went on as expected, and at about ten forty-five, his parents decided to retire. You two made your way to his old bedroom, a small room with a little bed, it was really funny to think this was where he spent his childhood. He smiled at you as you dug through your bag looking for your nightie, you pulled it over your head and moved over towards the bed where he was sitting cross legged.

  When you sat down he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist, pressing his forehead against yours, "You're gorgeous," he mumbled as you ran a hand through his soft hair, "You're adorable Ritchie,"you whispered with a smile, his beautiful blue eyes staring happily into yours as you kissed his nose, "It's weird being back here again, especially with you," he laughed as you pinched his cheeks letting out a high pitched noise," You're so cute, so fucking adorable," 

  The two of you laid quietly on his bed, you running a hand through his soft hair, "I love ye," he purred as you began rubbing circles in in his lower back, "You're perfect," you whispered happily, "Did ye ever have another girl in here?" You asked with a small laugh, "No actually, I was a small, sick, unpopular lad," you smiled as you kissed him on the mouth, "Well yer perfect now,"

  You grinned as he spun you around, pushing you down onto the bed, pushing his tounge into your mouth roughly, you moaned a bit as he ran his hands up your waist, you suddenly slid out from under him, swatting his hands off of your thigh, "No blue eyes! Not right now," you said with a quiet laugh, "Oh please love; we can be quiet," he whispered as he kissed your neck, you groaned, you wanted to so badly, what was the harm? "Fine love, just be quiet," 

 He continued kissing your neck, running a hand up your thigh; he pushed you down on the bed and began grinding himself into you, "God Ritchie," you whispered as he lifted your nightie up, as well as pulling of his shirt in one foul swoop. He groaned as you palmed him though his boxers, feeling his hard on made you wetter than you where already. He tugged at the fabric of your panties, sliding them effortlessly down your legs as he kissed your chest. 

 Your hands made their way into his boxers rubbing circles into him slowly before you pulled them off completely, he moaned great fully as you did so; clothing proving to be an unwelcomed barrier between you. He thrust into you slowly, making you groan at the feeling, "Hush love," he whispered as he continued pushing himself further into you, "Oh god Ritchie," you whispered, you could feel a farmiliar heat rising in your stomach as his hand ran roughly over your breast, he was feeling the same, "Oh god y/n I'm gonna c-cu," he was cut off by a groan, "Me too," you whispered as a strong wave of pleasure came over you both. 

 As you finished he pulled out of you and laid besides you, wrapping his arms firmly against your waist once more, the last thing you remembered was him whispering, "I love you," before you opened your eyes to the morning light and smell of coffee. You sat up and stretched the sleep out of your bones, followed by a very friendly hand squeezing your arse, "Oi Ritchie watch her hands," you laughed as you stood up out of bed, earning a groan of disapproval on his part, "We should get dressed and head to breakfast,"'you chimed as he sat up, "Yer right," he mumbled.

 As you descended the stairs to the kitchen you noticed a very cheeky look about the faces of his parents, you thought about it for a moment until your realized, and as if on cue his mother opened her mouth and said, "Working on those grandbabies already dears?" You looked over to Ritchie who was just as pink as yourself. "Good to be back home Ma," he sighed.

Hey guysss! Sorry I haven't been updating but I've been on vacation, Europe, and I'm On my way home tonight, I've been in Liverpool for the past five days and it's been amazing! I saw the play about Cynthia, Penny lane, Their houses, the cavern, what's left of strawberry fields... It was great! Promise I'll update sooner and thanks for your patience dears! Peace and love xoxo~~~ Pineapple McCartney