(oh yeah, like I please you..)
Summary: Ringo wants to try something that's been on his mind.
Tags: Oral Sex, Light Bondage, Smut, Explicit
The early summer sun delicately filtered into the room. Y/N lay there in the soft hotel bed, sound asleep - a kind of heaven, the kind that came but then went with every tour and city jump.
Ringo had a filthy thought in his mind, and he couldn't, and wouldn't, resist the urge to share it with her. Even if that meant waking her up and risking her annoyance.
Maybe she'd be up for it?
His eyes lingered on her sleeping form under the sheets. She was slightly dishevelled and on her side.
Grinning, Ringo leaned over and shook her shoulder firmly. She stirred, grumbling softly as she shrugged him off.
Ringo persisted and used two hands to shake her shoulder now, pure enthusiasm.
"Stop," she sighed again, perhaps a bit angrier. Was she teasing?
Ringo giggled; he wasn't going to give up that easily. Why would he?
Determined, he kept shaking her, but she didn’t budge this time and just slightly buried her face into the pillow. No luck.
Leaning in, he pressed a firm kiss just behind her ear. Her skin was warm, the kind of warmth that made him linger for a second longer than he meant to.
She shifted at the contact.
He smiled against her and kissed her again, slower this time, letting his lips trail down to the curve of her jaw. Then, just a little lower, to the side of her neck - not enough to wake her fully, but enough to tease, to tempt her into waking up.
She let out a low sound, somewhere between a groan and a laugh, then shifted again. It might’ve been a giggle. He wasn’t sure. But he knew she was awake now.
She turned over with a tired smile and her eyes half-lidded, looking up at him. Her eyes eventually fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light.
"Hey, love," Ringo greeted.
"Hm?" She half-asked, half-sighed, scratching her head.
"Good morning." He greeted further.
"Good morning." Y/N said back.
"I've got somethin' on my mind," he said in a singsong way.
She groaned, hoping he wasn't going to share one of his silly little thoughts. The sort of outlandish things you think about when you're completely alone.
"Is it something stupid, Ritchie?"
He grinned. "No, no, not stupid. It's somethin'."
Ringo said something with a leading emphasis; his thought was supposed to pique her interest.
"Something..." She said, her mind lingering on the word. "Something like what?"
And as expected, it did pique her interest.
"Somethin' a bit...different."
"Hm.." Y/N blinked away the remaining remnants of sleep.
Ringo seemed serious about this something. And it was different, he said? Well, she was always up for different with him.
She fully sat up and gave him a peck on the cheek.
His proposition hovered between them like smoke.
He leaned in close, his voice low. "I was thinkin' about somethin' new. Just a bit of fun, y'know?"
She narrowed her eyes, not yet aroused. "Define fun?"
"Well, wha' if we tie each other up?" He replied instantly.
She raised an eyebrow again, and he immediately went to explain.
"Nothing too rough of course, I don't have any rope or chains or anything...jus' enough to feel restrained."
Just enough to feel restrained.
His words replayed in her head.
"Could be fun, yeah?" He smiled.
Ringo scratched the back of his neck. "Well, only a little, nothin' mad. And I won't jus' tie you up, I can do all those other things."
It didn't take her long to think fuck, yes please.
"You're lucky we both have nothing better to do today." She said simply, giving him a smile.
He grinned. "Is tha' a yes?"
Y/N bought into this way of pleasure.
"It's a yes. Who's first then?" She asked, suddenly enthusiastic.
Ringo was already swinging his legs out of bed, padding barefoot over to the small wardrobe.
“Well, I am the one with the idea,” he said with a mock prestige, rummaging through drawers.
As he searched, she fully pushed the sheets down and slid out from under them, stretching delicately before lying back atop the bed, flat on her back. Her body settled in the thick, warm bedding.
She turned her head and looked at the clock - just gone seven in the morning.
Y/N had no work today. No people to answer to. No obligations. Just this room and whatever happens in it.
A day off for him, too. That was rare, given how relentlessly packed his schedule was.
She closed her eyes but only briefly. She let the emerging heat of the sun and the warmth of the sheets soak into her skin.
Her hair was a mess, but she didn’t care. She felt messy, granted she had just woken up. But she also felt soft, aroused, and free.
He pulled out a black tie of his own and dangled it in the air with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Think this’ll do?”
"This will do fine," she replied.
He walked back over, twirling the belt between his fingers.
She was already in position - lying back on the bed, head nestled into the pillows, arms stretched above her, resting casually but expectantly.
How obedient, Ringo thought, a crooked grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"This is much less terrifying than what I saw in tha' magazine about tying people up..." he joked.
She chuckled. "Well, there's always a safer alternative."
Ringo leaned forward, draping the black tie over her skin, letting it slide smoothly down her forearms. The silk was cool at first, a contrast to the warmth of her body.
He began looping it around her wrists, not too tight, but snug enough. His fingers were surprisingly deft.
Her arms were stretched above her head, wrists bound neatly with his black tie. The pose made her body elongate slightly, with her spine slightly curved against the mattress and her legs relaxed but straight. She still had her bra and knickers on.
Ringo tested the bonds, finding them snug but not uncomfortable.
“Comfortable?” he asked, watching her face.
“Good,” he murmured, admiring his work. “You trust me?"
He smiled at that, relieved. He leaned down to press a kiss just below her knotted wrists.
Ringo then climbed onto the bed, settling beside her with a look of mock innocence. He dipped down and began kissing along her side - her ribs, her torso.
Featherlight pecks, ones that tickled.
She giggled and twisted slightly, finding his actions puerile. “What are you doing now?”
“Kissing you,” he said simply, continuing his trail across her ribs, her stomach, and back up again. So delicate, so soft.
Her laughter softened into breathy chuckles as he nuzzled the hollow between her collarbones, then along the top of her chest.
Ringo's lips brushed over her thin lace bra, slowly now. His mouth lingered, warm breath spreading over her skin as he finally kissed her nipple, still covered.
She didn’t speak. Well, she didn’t need to. It was its own kind of pleasure and torture, not being able to pull him closer or push him away.
Ringo could sense the change in her demeanour. So he smiled to himself and leaned in again, slower this time. Purposeful.
He kissed her again through the fabric, then again, each one firmer than the last. His tongue flicked lightly over the lace, tracing the nipple beneath it, teasing the shape.
She let out a breath, not quite a moan.
"Still okay?" he murmured.
He didn’t undo her bra. Instead, he slipped his fingers beneath the cups and carefully tugged the fabric upward, exposing her just enough. The straps stayed in place, arms still bound, but her chest was bare to him now.
Then he lowered his head again.
His mouth closed over her nipple, warm and wet. His tongue flicked before he gently sucked.
He did it again to the other breast, lips dragging. Y/N's breath caught because the action tickled, pleasingly so. Her hands were useless above her head, and that made the experience all the better.
Ringo’s mouth action didn't pause as his hand began to move low.
It slid down her side, brushing lightly over the dip of her waist. Fingers teasing the line of her knickers, skimming the edge of the garment. He didn’t try to rush. His fingers danced along the fabric, just tracing at first.
He kept his mouth on her breast, still flicking and sucking whilst his hand, the added torture, further explored.
His fingers began to feel her clit through her knickers, soft presses.
"Does this feel good?" He murmured against her skin, his voice rough.
He grinned, lips brushing over the curve of her breast one last time before he pulled back and stopped.
Pushing up from the bed, he rose to his feet beside it, then sank to his knees.
He placed his hands on her hips and gently turned her before tugging her forward, guiding her hips right to the edge.
She shifted with a small sigh, her legs instinctively parting. He settled between her thighs like it was second nature; he belonged there.
His thumbs brushed over the waistband of her knickers yet again, teasing the elastic.
Ringo glanced up at her with that same grin.
With a slow drag, he peeled the fabric down, his knuckles grazing her skin as he went, over her hips, her thighs, until they slipped off her ankles entirely.
He tossed them aside somewhere on the floor.
Ringo's hands settled back on either side of her hips, he kept a soft grip, intent on keeping her as still as she could be. He then nudged her legs apart a little wider and dipped his head down.
His mouth found her clit fast. No teasing. Just warm, wet pressure as he locked his lips around it and sucked. His tongue flattened and circled, slow at first, then faster. He didn’t let up.
Her thighs tensed on either side of his head, he kept going. He adjusted his grip, thumbs digging in a bit more, holding her still as he kept his mouth on her. He kept his pace steady, tongue flicking against the same spot.
Y/N let out a shaky breath, her back arching slightly. Her wrists strained subtly against the tie, but she tried not to move, she wanted to just be.
Ringo's tongue then dragged up slowly through her folds before he latched back onto her clit. No teasing, just firm pressure.
Her legs twitched around his shoulders, and a quiet, involuntary sound escaped her, almost helpless.
He licked lower again, but slower this time - collecting everything on the flat of his tongue before tracing his way back up. Once he had her clit again, he flicked faster. He used the tip of his tongue to be more precise.
Y/N's breathing got ragged. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t ground herself as she normally would. Her hands only lightly curled into fists where they were tied above her.
He moaned softly into her, the sound vibrated right through her. And that was it. Her whole body contracted as she climaxed hard against his mouth.
He held her there, his mouth still working her gently through the climax, until her body, and his, relaxed.
Ringo's breathing was calm, his mouth was gloriously covered in a wet sheen, a mix of both of their fluids. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling, limbs loose and heavy from the high he’d just given her.
He lingered for a moment longer, placing one last kiss just on the inside of her thigh before standing up.
He reached for the black tie from the bedside table, dangling it between two fingers.
“Is it my turn now?” he asked.
