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The apartment still didn't feel like home. It was clean, awfully quiet, and temporary. You leaned over the counter, watching the pot of water that refused to come to even a simmer. You crossed your arms, allowing the oversized pink shirt to slide off your shoulder, not bothering to fix it.

The new program SDN sent out sounded perfect on paper. Free housing. Covered utilities. Meals handled. All in exchange for being "on-call" 24/7. In reality, it meant living with one of your heros.

You exhaled slowly, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. Out of everyone...it had to be him. Waterboy.

You didn't dislike him, which would've been easier to say. He was polite. Quiet to the point of near invisibility. Whenever he spoke it was as if his words were at constant war with each other, tripping over one another as they attempted to leave his mouth. Still.. he was better than the others.

He didn't smoke.

He didn't argue.

He minded his own business.

The water managed a small useless bubble before going still again. "Unbelievable," you muttered. Your gaze shifted down the hall. It's been quiet...too quiet.

You pushed yourself up and away from the counter, bare feet padding against the floor as you made your way toward the stairs. The old building shifted, echoing strange noises as it settled. As if it needed anymore settling to do.

You paused halfway up, curious of the faint noise. There it was again. Rhythmic. As if something was struggling to keep quiet. Your brows furrowed. "Hello?" you called out, not loud enough to expect an answer.

Nothing.

You continued up the stairs, the hallway light slightly flickering, casting a dim glow on the doors. His door was the only one closed. Of course it was.

You stepped closer, the sound clearer now. It wasn't pain, or distress, it was something else.

This was none of your business...right?

You reached his door, hovering near it. Instead of knocking you leaned in closer, just enough to catch a faint murmurs from the other side. A voice that sure wasn't his. Then a second voice that was unmistakably his.

"Yes, Mommy." Both voices echoed the same hush phrase. You snatched your body back away from the door, preparing to leave yet, temptation gets the better of you.

You raised your hand to the door and with two swift knocks you interrupted the 'fun'. This caused a loud commotion break loose. Frantic movement, quiet 'sorrys', and 'shits' fill his room. It went on long enough to be entertaining.

Then finally, the handle turned. The door cracked just enough for an eye to peek through. "H–hello...?" he managed, breath shaky.

Up close he looked interesting: flushed, damp and caught off guard. His hair clung to his forehead and his gaze shifted all around the hall. Eyes darting anywhere but you.

You lean against the doorframe, hoping to look oblivious to what was just happening. "Hey," you said calmly. "Just wanted to let you know, dinner is gonna take a little longer." He blinked.

"Oh. I—yes. Okay. That is...fine." His words struggled to find rhythm with one another. His grip on the door tightened. You didn't move. Didn't leave.

There was a pause.

"...Was there something else?" He asked, almost as if he was in a rush. You tilted your head slightly, studying his demeanor. The way his shoulders stayed tense, the way his breathing hadn't quite settled. Embarrassment was written all over him.

Your lips curved into a slight smirk, something devious on your mind. "Relax, you look like I caught you doing something illegal."

That didn't help. If anything, he was freaking out even more. "I–I wasn't! I mean, I was just—" He stopped himself, realizing he was only digging himself in deeper.

You push yourself off the doorframe, inching closer to him. His back straightened instinctively. "Hey roomie," you murmured. "You're allowed to exist in your own room, ya'know?" That caught him off guard.

“I—yes. I know. I just—” He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his damp hair. “I didn’t expect—anyone.” “Clearly,” you said, glancing past him for half a second, just enough to make the implication obvious. He followed your gaze immediately, then stepped sideways, blocking your view a little too late.

The image of a lude scene filled your gaze. A skinny boy on his knees, naked in front of a woman who had on the same amount of clothing. She wore long black heels that rested on the boy's shoulder, sharp and pointed at the heel.

“Sorry,” he added quickly. You raised an eyebrow. “For what?” “For...being—” He hesitated again, searching for the word. “Disruptive?” That earned a quiet laugh from you. “You weren’t disrupting anything, I came to you, remember?” He nodded, but didn’t look convinced.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The hallway light flickered again. You noticed the way he shifted his weight, like he wasn’t sure whether to close the door or invite you in. Like both options felt equally dangerous.

That uncertainty… It was kind of endearing. And maybe that was the problem.

Your gaze softened. “You’re really easy to read, you know that?” That got his attention.

“I am?”

“Mm-hm.”

He swallowed.

There it was again. That nervous tension. But now… it wasn’t just embarrassment. Something else had slipped in. You notice a shift in his posture again, hands trying to cover his crotch secretively. You stepped just a fraction closer. Close enough that he didn’t instinctively pull away this time.

Progress.

“Don’t worry,” you added, voice dropping just a touch. “I’m not here to make fun of you.” His shoulders loosened. “…Okay,” he said, still skeptical. Your eyes dropped down then met his properly now. He didn’t look away. The moment lingered.

"...Did you still want me to leave?” you asked. He hesitated. "No,” he admitted. Neither of you moved right away. He stood still, hands still over his crotch, like he hadn't fully decided what to do yet. You made the decision for him.

With an easy step forward you crossed into his room. This was your first time even seeing the inside. You take this time to survey his room: band posters scattered around the white walls, small bed in the corner directly across from his large set-up, and articles of clothing that decorated the carpet.

The room was filled with a mix of aromas a swell. A hint of coconut from the candle on his bedside table, sweat, and water from his own body. The smell was slightly intoxicating, pushing you to travel further inside.

He stiffened, then shifted to the side to make space. His movements were delayed, like his body was still catching up to what was already happening. You take a glance at his screen, then back at him. He noticed. embarrassment quickly washing over his face again.

"Look, I'm not here to interrogate you.." "I know." His reply quick. "I just...don't want you to think I'm—strange..." You lean against his desk now. "I already think you're strange." His head snapped.

"What?"

"Not in a bad way silly" He relaxed. "You just keep to yourself. Quiet, a little awkward. Easily flustered." You watched that last part in real time. "And you notice too much," he said under his breath, ears tinting slightly. "Hard not to." You both smile.

The air shifts and the distance between you two didn't feel so necessary. Your attention shifts down again, looking at his aching cock before taking in the rest of him. His large stature and cowardly appearance only made you want him more.

His hands moved around with one another as if they didn't know where to go. You push off the desk and get closer to him. "Can I ask you something?" You say.

He nodded immediately. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Do you get like this with everyone?" He blinked. "...Like what?" You take half a step closer. "Nervous," you said softly. "Or is it just me?" That did it.

His cock twitches again, you can feel it graze your thigh.

“I—no—I mean—” He exhaled, a quiet, defeated sound. “It’s not… everyone.” Your brow lifted slightly. “No?” He shook his head, eyes finally meeting yours again.

“Just you.” It landed heavier than anything else he’d said. For a moment, you didn’t respond. Didn’t tease. Didn’t deflect. You just looked at him. “…Why?”

He hesitated. Like the answer mattered. “Because you…” He stopped, searching for the words, then tried again. “You feel—” He exhaled. “Intense. Even when you’re not trying to.” Something about that made your expression shift.

Now there was barely any space left between you. “And that makes you nervous?” You asked quietly. He nodded. “…Yeah.”

Your voice dropped just a little. “Does it only make you nervous?” He didn’t answer right away. But he didn’t look away either.

That was answer enough.

You fall into his lips, not rushed, just deliberate. You gave him time to pull back before entangling your fingers in his damp hair. As a response he grabbed your waist, pulling you in further.

He held onto you as if it was his last time touching you, fingers threating to leave bruises on your sides. You feel his cock rub in between your thighs through the fabric, exciting a small whimper from you.

You felt it. The shift. Where things stopped being accidental, stopped being unclear. You knew this was something you both wanted but you needed to hear it.

You pull away, "Herm..." You look into his eyes, both of you high on one another. He swallowed. "Yes?" His large grey eyes, filled with confusion but also curiosity. "Tell me if you want me to stop." There was no teasing in your voice. Just a line, cearly drawn.

He shook his head, "...I don't"

That was all you needed.

John

Sweat drips off his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into your cunt. He uses his free hand to wipe it away while his other hand is tightly gripping onto your waist. He grunts through his teeth, which are holding onto a cigarette he lit before you two started. "Fuck baby.." He's drenched, his shaggy brown hair stuck to his forehead, desperate eyes, and puffy lips that are now parted, releasing smoke from the gaps. You eye the cigarette wishing you two could swap places. As he continues his pace, he notices your sudden fixation on his lips. He stops his thrust,taking one final drag of the cigarette and placing it into your mouth. "I need to focus" He slams himself back into you, exciting a mewl you followed by a cloud of smoke from you. Both of his hands are now gripping your waist as he abuses your cervix once again. Loud desperate pants come from him as he bottoms out inside of you. "'M close love.." he says against your ear. With a few final thrust he finishes inside of you, filling you up. Your orgasm follows, as you let the cig fall from your mouth onto the bed, hed thrown back and mouth slacked fully open. "God, yer so beautiful."

Paul

"Take it all slut." He spits out, gripping a fist full of your hair and forcing his cock down your throat, ignoring your muffled cries to stop. He uses his other hand to take his cigarette out his mouth, blowing a cloud of smoke to the side. You blink away your tears, face still stuffed full with his cock, looking up at him. His shirt is fully unbuttoned, his chest speckled with hair, trailing down to his abs and pubes. His pants are opened just far enough to allow his cock and balls to be free comfortably. His chest heaves up and down rapidly as you make eye contact. His face is tense, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. "Fuck are you lookin' at?" He thrust his hips towards your mouth, causing you to gag and cry once again. He releases your hair from his hands, allowing you to catch your breath. He takes another drag of his cigarette, tapping the excess into a tray on the side table. While you're still trying to regulate your breathing he picks you up, swapping your positions. Before he dips down between your thighs he places the cigarette in your mouth, "Hold this." As you try to take a hit, he's already lapping and slurping all of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, a small amount of smoke leaving your parted lips as you whimper. He sucks mercilessly at your puffy clit, griping onto your thighs to prevent you from escaping. You feel your release coming, sucking in a deep breath, letting the hot smoke burn your lungs. Your thighs shutter as you finally release yourself onto him, a loud exhale followed by a thick cloud of smoke. He takes his cigarette back from you, standing and taking one final drag before stomping it out on the floor. "You're so good f'me, Doll."

George

George takes another long drag of his cigarette, trying to keep his composure as you service him under his desk. "God baby.." He groans as his head leans all the way back, attention completely torn away from what he was preoccupied with. You slurp all of his precum up as you attempt to take in more of George, eager to please him after a long day of work. Your pussy aches as he thrust his hips towards you, trying to get any type of friction. He notices this and it only makes him more primal, moving his hands from over the desk to under, where he can push your head all the way down. "Atta girl, just like that." Balancing the cigarette on the edge of his mouth as he takes another hit. With a few more thrust and moans he pushes your head to be flush with his crotch once again, releasing himself inside of your mouth. "Your turn." Before you know it you're on the edge of the bed, legs sprawled as he places the cigarette in your hand. "Hold this f'me." He dives down, spitting on his fingers. He instantly inserts two as he sucks on your clit, giving your pussy the friction it so desperately desired. You struggle to keep grip on the cigarette as he swallows all your juices, humming in response to your inaudible pleas. You use your other hand to grab his hair, rubbing your pussy all over his mouth in an effort to have more of him. His fingers quickened as your hole tightened, threatening a release. Before you reach your climax he stops and pulls away. "You thought it would be that easy?"

Ringo

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You'd think you're the needy one after sex. He's always begging to be cuddled and for you to scratch his back. You have to fight to stay up after he just rocked your world.

"Baby please! I did all the hard work tonight, just return the favor."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He just cant get enough of your thighs! Being between them is like heaven on earth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside preferably. There's just something about knowing that his cum is deep inside of you, all warm and safe. On your face is another good option because there is only one thing can make your face more gorgeous than it already is. Smothered in his semen. :)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a photo of you that he takes everywhere. That photo is used to help him get off when he's away from you for an extended period of time. It's not a dirty photo either, completely innocent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows a woman's body better than she does and he is very aware of this.

He slides another finger into you, curling it at the right spot. His mouth latched onto one of your perky nipples as he places a solid hand on your back, encouraging your arch. "Paul, I'm gonna!" You shout out as you release yourself onto his fingers. Breaking his connection with your chest, he licks his fingers clean, never losing eye contact with you. "You taste amazing sweetheart"

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves being behind you. He can shove your head straight into the pillow when you get too noisy while pounding deeper inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Is it Paul without a ridiculous joke? He loves to be playful especially since he likes being a little bit rough. Awful jokes help him make sure that you're okay.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very, very clean. He likes to be shaved bald but sometimes he'll allow it to grow out a little.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not awfully romantic only because he enjoys it rough. Praise is a big part of it though, compliments and encouragement make up for the lack of romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Paul likes to wait for you but if you're going to be separated for a long period of time then he'll indulge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, rough sex, breeding, begging, oral fixation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as it's semi-private. He gets shy knowing people can hear/see.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sloppy, slow kisses or a tight dress. If you value your cervix, don't pair those two together.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

What would he not do?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves both giving and receiving. He's a master in his craft of giving head, and so are you. It's like a constant battle of who can make the other climax the hardest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, rough, and dirty almost every time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie here and there but he cant show off all his talent during them. Every once in a while but not too often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's up for almost anything you're up to, most ideas of yours are good ideas to him as well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Expect 3-4 rounds that last around 20 minutes each. He only stops at that because he knows you're worn out by then.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Only a few that you two bought together. All of them are for you and are used when he wants you to be pampered. He attempted to use a vibrator on his tip and instead of feeling good it tickled.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Paul is a big tease. Any chance he gets he's trying to rile you up, kissing you passionately and then leaving for work or grinding against you before going to bed.

"How do you expect me to deal with this until you get home?" You say as he runs out the door giggling.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is LOUD, his favorite thing to do is moan. He has no shame, if it feels good he wants you to know.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has asked you if he could call you mommy many, many times. Some of his attempts were successful but most fall on deaf ears.

"Mommy, can we go one more round pleasee? I promise to be a good boy and go slow."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We all know Paul doesn't have much to offer in this department. 5.5 inches, cut, cute pink tip, and little girthy. He's small, but mighty!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He is ready to go whenever wherever, at least 4 times a week. You're lucky if you can go two days in a row without getting demolished.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After 10 minutes you both are out like a light. Some soft back scratches, quiet humming and a dim room after an intense session, bliss.

John

After first receiving the news John would be in a state of shock, almost as if you never died

Or maybe as if you never existed

He would first continue with his daily routines

Waking up, making breakfast for two, going to work, returning home and watching your favorite TV show

Slowly, reality would hit him and he'd notice how lonely and quiet it was in your shared apartment

He'd eventually turn toward music as a means to grieving

Finding himself immersed in the sound

Finally, he'd snap

Lashing out on any and everyone

Drinking heavily to find a way to forget you

Even making mention to the boys about not being able to go on without you anymore

LSD, cocaine, anything he could get his hands on

Overdose is what finally takes him

Paul

After hearing the news he'd break down

Go home to sleep balled up like a lost puppy

He stays away from the public eye for a while

Almost vanishing from existence

He starts to eat less and limits his social interactions

If anyone ask he brushes it off

Little do they know that he cries himself to sleep every night

Reminiscing on what you two had

Cigarette buds and beer bottles laying all over his apartment

He learns to appreciate what you two were and writes songs about you

Never completely healed but continues on with life

George

After the news he went straight to your favorite belongings

Earrings, childhood stuffed animal, and your favorite record

He would sleep with your things on your side of the bed, music playing through the night

Your stuffed animal and clothes in his arms

He would silently resign from the group, unable to handle the pressure

He locks himself in your shared room

Not a single crumb eaten in days

The only liquid he's consumed is alcohol

Eventually he pulls the trigger

No goodbye or anything

Ringo

Anger

All he can think of is how angry he is

Anyone in his way is hit, spat at, ridiculed

He's forced to isolate himself from everyone

Too dangerous to have out

He barely sleeps at night, hoping for your return

Everything that surrounds him is broken

Shattered glass, torn pillows, walls punched and dented

He moved onto hurting himself

Deep bruises and cuts up and down his arms

Eventually one final cut clean across his neck

Ringo takes too long in the studio some nights. You'll go hours on end trying to keep your eyes from shutting and drifting asleep on the sofa in your shared apartment. Most nights you failed; like tonight.

Ringo walks in quietly making sure that he doesn't wake you, slowly creeping over to the couch. His original plan was to just give you a kiss and carry you to bed but the scandalous outfit that you 'accidentally' wore was suggesting otherwise.

The soft white throw you bought for the sofa a few weeks ago just barely hung off your unconscious body, your body that was sprawled out and hanging off the seat mimicking the throw almost. Your tiny blue lacy panties and one of Ringo's graphic t-shirt's barely cover you, even with its huge size on your frame. This makes Ringo chuckle.

He looms over you for a few minutes, admiring you and your sleeping beauty as your back raises and falls with every breath you take. He soon gets bored of this and lays down next to you. This arouses a soft groan from you making you shift and the throw blanket fall completely off. Your undies are now all the way in your butt, causing Ringo to laugh but not loud enough to wake you.

He snakes his large cold hands under your shirt as he moves his face closer to the back of your neck. He peppers soft kisses on your neck and upper back while snaking his hand to the front of your body, grasping one of your boobs in his hand. This sensation is rewarded by a soft moan and your to flip onto your back instinctively.

"Shhhh baby, I got ya'," Ringo coos in your ear as he takes a nibble on it. He moves his lips down from your ear and to your neck as he takes a small section of skin between his teeth. Still playing with your boobs, his other hand snakes under as well, both hands now pinching your soft buds. All of this stimulation wakes your from your slumber. With an open mouth moan your arch your back in pleasure while moaning Ringo's name.

"Fuckk Richie," You say as you grab a tiny section of his hair. "You like that huh?" He moves his head away from your neck to look your in your eyes. Still half awake you can only nod and move his head back to your neck.

Ringo takes this as a sign to move one of his hands down to your cunt, swirling small circles around it through your underwear. You whine in response, bucking your hips to feel move of his touch, just for him to move away further. "Someone's really desperate huh?"

You now in pity, still trying to get more from him, "You gotta earn it baby" He says.

You let out and even louder whine this time, squirming as well, "Baby pleasee, I need your fingers inside me!" You attempt to move closer to his hand but you can't seem to reach. "Where baby?" He says teasingly. "Inside me! You know where!" You whine again.

Finally he moves your underwear to the side and slips a finger in, feeling your warm wet insides coating his finger. "Y'er so wet for me" As he slides his finger in and out his other hand still plays with your nipple. You grab his hand and move him to your other boob signaling for him to suck on it. Luckily, this time you don't have to beg. He makes sure to just flick his tongue on and do circles around it. just to be even more of a tease.

He finally sticks another finger in and take your whole nipple in his mouth. You can't help your moans anymore, you're practically howling at his touch as he continues.

Eventually he can feel that your close and stops his movement, "I need to be inside of you, now" He says as he quickly starts stripping. You watch as he takes off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and happy trail that leads to his cock. He unbuckles his pants and unzips them, revealing his black and grey plaid boxers,. In one swift movement he's now fully undressed and ready. Without warning his already has your legs on his shoulders and his thick cock slapping against your wet pussy.

He rubs it around your hole and clit, sticking the tip in once in a while to add onto the teasing. You whine and buckle your hips forward, forcing it inside. Ringo takes his hand and wraps it around your neck tightly, leaning in close to your ear. With a low raspy voice he coos, "Who told you that you could have my cock just yet? Huh?" You whimper and swallow hard as you respond, "No-one..." You gently say as he tightens his grip. "That's fuckin' right"

Ringo begins to slowly pull out, slamming his hips back into you. "Fuck! Rich!" You gasp as he starts ramming into you. "This is what you wanted right? My cock balls deep as you try to struggle to take it?

He eventually lets go of his death grip on your throat, focusing on coming. you wrap your arms around his neck readying for your release. "Ringo I'm gonna cum!" You moan while pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around and waiting for him too.

"I am too baby." He breathily moans out as you both start to tense up. With a few more thrust you both loudly reach your high, your nails digging in his back and him putting all of his length in your cunt.

Ringo falls over on top of you with loud breaths.

"You have to stop falling asleep in such sexy outfits my love."

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He usually checks up on you and makes sure everything was up to your standards. He never want's to disappoint. If he could he'd make you fill out a survey with a detailed review on how he did. He also refuses to let you do anything; Not a thing

"Just sit there and look pretty, love."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Boobs. Without a doubt he's a boobs guy. Seeing them, touching them, even tasting them. Anything related to boobs (yours of course) he will be first in line.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On the stomach all day long. He does like doing it inside but because it's a hassle to clean up and he wants to spend more time cuddling, he'd rather just pull out and release on your tummy or your back. Some days you two are feeling extra frisky you'll get on your knees and let him go all over your face. It's both of your personal favorites.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two started dating he used to steal your pants (panties) and sniff them while you were gone. You always wondered why he was so eager to wash clothes every Sunday or why you would be missing a few pairs after wash day. He still does this from time to time and you've caught him in the act once.

"George..are those the pants I just took off?" You ask as you walk from the bathroom, in just your towel, over to the side of your shared bed. He quickly tosses them to the side, visible sweat dripping from his forehead. "It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You definitely weren't Georges first sexual encounter but you were the first one where the sex meant more than just a mere hookup. There's still a few things he's not the best at but he can still satisfy and he's always looking for ways to improve.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You both perfer missionary so you can see each others faces while having sex. It's easy, simple, and intimate. Three important things while having meaningful sex! You tried cowgirl a few times, but every time you eventually got tired and George had to take over. Doggy feels amazing too, but you both hate to not be able to see each other.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Personally, I think he's a tad bit silly in the act. If one of you makes a mistake or he accidentally slips out, one of you will crack a joke and laugh it off. Other than that he likes to keep it a little serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

George has and will always be pretty hairy down there. He keeps it trimmed but later on he stops caring.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries to be as romantic as possible. If he can he'll set the mood with a date before, some flowers, and a dark candle lit room. He likes to take it slow too, taking in all of you and whispering sweet nothings.

"You are so beautiful, my love." "I don't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but you."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he's missing you an awful lot that day he'll rub one out quickly but other than that he likes to wait. Like i said earlier about the pant sniffing thing, he will sometimes make a mess all over them if he really misses you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, temperature play, somnophilia, and biting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

#1 Bed: Simple and easy.

#2 Shower: Same thing as bed but the hot water really gets him going.

#3 Kitchen: He likes catching you off guard by humping you and teasing you while your cooking.

He doesn't feel comfortable having sex outside of your own home. (Yet...)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sweet talking, any type of kissing, and thigh touches.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Basic turn offs, blood, and too many jokes. George would get so caught up laughing he'd forget that he was inside of you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He was born to give. For him to not be skilled in many areas he's definitely skilled with his tongue. He enjoys receiving too but rarely ask for it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how long you two have gone without one another. If you have seen each other recently then it's almost always slow and sensual, but if he's been gone on tour, you better be ready. He still praises you but is a lot rougher and even chokes you sometimes. (You love it though.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan because George likes to take his time. If you two really need to do a quickie then yeah, but if not then you'll wait until you both get home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's up for almost anything you're up to. Maybe semi-public sex (in the car, a bathroom, etc.) but only on occasions.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds, 5 max. ( and that's on special occasions only) When you two first had sex he came pretty quick. Lets just say you'll never let him forget about it. Now, he last a decently long time, making sure you are satisfied first before himself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toys you two own are for you. He prefers your pussy over anything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

George looooves to tease. He lives for teasing. Little butt grabs while you two are out or a slap on the ass while passing each other. He'll randomly pull you in for a sloppy kiss just to walk away a few seconds later as if nothing happened. He does hate being teased himself though, and will make sure you pay for teasing him.

"Hey, you can't just come out of nowhere and kiss me like that!" You shout at him, "Or what?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His volume stays quiet for the most part. The most you'll get out of him is a few deep grunts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He still gets a little flustered seeing you naked. Especially when its outside of sex. If you walk into your shared room naked, fresh from the shower he'll shield his eyes out of respect. No matter how many times you've seen each other naked its always like its his first time seeing you bare and exposed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I'm thinking a little on the thin side. He's not small but not huge either. 6 inches at most if were being realistic.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average. Maybe three times a week. He masturbates often though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's usually wide awake most times making sure you're all cleaned up and comfortable. Maybe 30-ish minutes after you fall asleep he will too.

"Do you have to leave again Rich?"

You question Ringo as he's packing up the rest of his things to meet up with the boys for another a late night session.

"Sorry love, gotta keep the lights on somehow." He remarks, pointing up at the dim light illuminating you two in the small hallway of your shared apartment. You huff crossing your arms like a toddler.

He always leaves late at night to meet with the boys. Somedays you wish he'd just stay a tad bit longer. Every time you two get together it's always short ended with him leaving to do something.

"At least let me tag along this time?" You look at him with pleading eyes. He makes a you-know-I-can't-do-that face while pouting back at you.

"My love, y'know if I could bring you I would. Hell, you'd probably end up becoming the fifth Beatle!" He exclaims, chucking at his own joke. He notices that it only makes you pout more. Ringo pulls you into a tight hug giving you a kiss on the forehead. Pulling away you look up at him.

"Okay maybe just this once I'll let you tag along. Y'know I can't resist those big beautiful eyes of yers." You jump up, rushing to pack your very own bag and follow Ringo out your apartment to his car.

The car ride was filled with your excitement and nervousness of meeting the boys outside of 'work.' You were excited to watch the process of the boys possibly making history first hand, but you were also nervous because you didn't know how they would react. Would they accept you? Would they hate you? Do they already hate you??

Ringo notices you biting on your nail in the passenger seat, "I thought you were excited to meet the boys. Why so quiet now?" He places a hand on your thigh and gives you a worried look.

"I just don't know if they'll like me Rich..." He sighs moving his hand slightly higher on your thigh rubbing circles with his thumb. The car is now parked a few feet away from the entrance of the building.

"Trust me love, I've known these lads for a while. If I love you, they surely will too." He moves his hand so painstakingly close to your heat, "Hopefully not as much as I do though."

With that he leans in, passionately kissing you, both of you fighting for dominance with your tongues. Of course, Ringo wins, slipping his tongue deeper into your mouth while his large hand slips under your shirt to grab one of your breast. He fondles it in his hand while his tongue is still becoming acquainted with the feeling of your mouth.

"Ringo!" You moan as he pinches and swirls your bud in his fingers. You two pull away from each other, a trail of spit still leaving you both connected as he gestures his head to the back seat. You bite your lip and nod in response, climbing into the back first making sure to wiggle your butt in his face as you crawl back there. In one swift move Ringo is back there with you, continuing with what you two started.

His other hand snakes its way down under your skirt and in between your legs. "Jus panties huh? And they're red too, my favorite." He gives you a cheeky smirk as he rubs your clit through the fabric. You moan in his mouth, causing him to make his movements more eager.

As Ringo starts to get restless, he slides your panties to the side and slips one finger in. A gasp comes from you as he departs from the kiss. He cuts the friction with the roof of your cunt for a second, gaining a light whine from you. "I know love, just give me one second." Ringo helps you take off your shirt, returning his attention to your pussy, pushing his fingers back in, harder and deeper now.

Ringo takes one of your breast in his mouth lapping and sucking as he sticks another finger in stretching you out. "Fuckk Richie!" You wail as his long thick fingers rub against your velvety walls. You cant help but clench around him, making him chuckle. "You jus can't get enough of me can ya?" He returns back to your mouth, a sloppier kiss than last time.

Ringo departs from your wet cunt again, rushing to take his pants off leaving him in only his boxers. "I need to taste you." He swoops down to your dripping pussy, lapping at it a few times before taking your puffy clit into his mouth and sucking on it. You whimper as you try to stay quiet.

"C'mon love, let me hear ya" He sticks two fingers back in, causing you to squeal loudly. Ringo tries to find friction for his cock, sliding it against the car seat grunting with every thrust.

"Richie baby, I need more of you," you say as you grab his hair, making him look up at you. "Oh yeah?" He sits up, sliding his trousers down and slapping the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Quit teasin'," you say as he ever so slowly slides himself into you. It's a tight fit, causing both of you to groan.

As he's finally fully inside of you he starts to move at a steady pace, making sure you feel every inch of him. "Yer so fuckin' tight," He says as he reconnects lips with you once again. You wrap your arms around his neck, sliding your hands into his hair that's now slick with sweat. You can't help but moan loudly into the kiss, causing him to pick up his pace.

By now the car is rocking violently, thankfully it's late enough so nobody would notice. You do start to worry that his band mates might walk out and see you two like this.

"Love, hurry up before your lads catch us." With that, Ringo starts snapping his hips into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You hold onto him tighter as you moan in his ear. "I'm so close.." He whispers in your ear, "Do you want it inside or out?" He ask pulling away to see you. You stare deeply into his eyes, "Inside."

After a few more thrust Ringo finally releases his seed with one hard thrust deep inside of you. He collapses on your chest as you both try to catch your breath.

"Did that get rid of yer nerves?"

SFW

John adores it when you scratch his head and back

After a long day in the studio who wouldn't want to come home and be pampered

When he gets into your arms he melts and turns into a big baby

"Sweetheart, I've missed you soooo much!"

John shows his appreciation by singing you songs and giving gifts

He'll make up these silly thirty second songs about how much he adores you

He even puts them into actual songs sometimes too

He comes home after work and shows you a necklace he bought because it reminded him of you

He's super clingy too

A few minutes without you feels like a lifetime for poor John

"I don't think I can survive another day without you, my love!"

After all, he is just a big baby

NSFW

Feet.

John loves feet.

How small, soft, and delicate each toe is

The colors you paint them

How they feel in his mouth

He loves the giggles you let out when he licks the soles of your feet

You always make sure to keep your feet nice and pretty for him

He also enjoys sucking on your nipples after long days

Him sprawled on top of you with a tit being fondled in his hand and the other in his mouth

This is the side of him that you usually witness

Soft, innocent, and wanting to service you

The other side of Lennon is rough and sadistic

The power he feels seeing you on your knees while he forces his shaft in your mouth

If he's feeling super mean that day he'll put his cig out on your shoulder while your still servicing him

Missionary is a position he loves

The faces you make when he's deep inside of you

Why would he want to miss out on that?

Choking is another thing that brings him joy

Seeing you struggle to catch your breath as he's pounding into you blowing smoke into your face

"What a slut huh? You like this don't you slag? My hand wrapped around your pretty little throat?"

SFW

He cant keep his eyes off you

Every chance he gets he's lost in your eyes

His long lashes fluttering up at you while you rant on about your day while he lays on your lap

He also can't keep his hands off of you

He loves to hug you, hold your hands, and cuddle

Your shared days off consist of a movie that neither of you care about, long gazes into each other's eyes, a pack of cigarettes, and non-stop chatter

Somedays he'll bring you to the studio to watch them play

All the boys adore you and love having you around

Paul seems to be a tad bit more unfocused when you're around and the boys tease him for this

"By gum Macca can you focus more on the music and not your bird?"

But how can he not be head over heels for you?

You're all he's ever dreamed of

NSFW

What he loves most is your thighs

The way they feel when he grabs them under the table at dinner

The way they look splayed out on the bed for him

What he loves most is in between them though

He loves the taste of your pretty cunt

The way his tongue glides over your slick slit

The way he sucks on your clit until its all puffy and sensitive

"I would eat this all day if I could"

He's also a BIG tease

You always have to beg for something

Just for him to say,

" Ah Ah Ah, you haven't earned it just yet sweetheart"

He can't not share you with the lads, especially Lennon

After a night out you find yourselves back at the boys' shared apartment tussling each others clothes off

Lennon witnesses this

"Are you gonna share some Macca?"

Now you're being ravaged by both your boyfriend and his boybest friend

Lennon's cock is shoved balls deep in your mouth while McCartney is working his long shaft into you

He can feel you're ready to release

He stops John and pulls out quickly

"You bint, you think you deserve to cum with my lad's cock in your mouth? I don't think so"

SFW

He loves physical touch

Any chance he has at touching you he takes it

Your hand, thigh, hair, butt, etc

He also loves to kiss

Not really on the lips but hands, cheeks and forehead

Speaking of forehead kisses he will melt if you kiss him on his forehead and stroke his hair

It's a dangerous combo

Will make a playlist for any and everything

“This is from our first date, and these are the songs we've kissed to...”

He is just like a little puppy in public

He always has to drag you to look at things he knows he doesn't need

“But pleaseeee, i’ll find a place for it, babyyyyy”

NSFW

Boobs.

His favorite place to put his hands and face is your boobs

You can never go a day without him having some sort of interaction with them

Similarly, he can't go one day without you blowing him or jerking him

Sometimes you two will sneak away to the record store bathroom to fulfill your wicked desires

“You just couldn't wait till we got back home huh?”

Rod loves having his long fingers buried in your cunt

The sounds you make while he brushes your cervix drives him crazy

“You're doing so good for me sweetheart, keep making those noises, tell me how good my fingers feel”

He’s more of a slow and sensual man when he has the time

You guys will make out and touch each other for hours

He'll go between your thighs and leave butterfly kisses all over them before plunging his tongue into your cavern. 

When you're not around Rod finds himself with his hand down his shorts thinking about what you two did the other night

He's always thinking about you and your body

Aftercare consist of warm blankets, movies, and shoulder kisses

He just can't get enough of you