Requested by AdorkableTorkable

- strip poker

- john's a sly cheating shit

- ringo has no idea how to play the game

- john's a bit pushy but eh

- sudden af but eh

- couch sex-ish-ish

- basically porn without plot but "whatever"

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John's amused eyes raised from his cards, smirking when he saw that Ringo's face closely resembled a tomato. His eyes went from his face and down to the scoop of his neck.

"Well," He drawled, fake sympathy lacing his voice when he showed off a royal flush. He placed the card flat on the coffee table. "I guess you have to lose the shirt, Rings."

"You're cheating aren't you?" Ringo whined, lips forming into a full pout. John wanted to kiss him there and there because of that.

"I'm just better than you." He chuckled.

Ringo had no idea how it all started. All he remembered was two cans of beers (was it two?) and John making a devilish deal in which the winner gets to make the loser do whatever he wants. The thought of triumphing over him made him play, but with John's shoes the only thing taken from him made the chances very, very slim.

And so Ringo took his shirt off, with John's eyes roaming his bare chest. He didn't know he licked his lips, because the moment Ringo opened his eyes John looked away.

Five minutes and a pair of pants later, Ringo was definitely cursing under his breathe. John laughed evily, grinning ear to ear at the drummer.

"Boxers off, Ritchie."

He blushed red at that. Almost as red as his boxers. John couldn't help but look all over.

"One more game, Johnny?" He pleaded.

He shook his head. "Rules are rules, love."

But Ringo managed to persaude him, and John cursed himself for falling for those eyes of his. Because he just currently lost his shirt, and Ringo's eyes kept looking at his chest.

"Like what you see?" He joked, earning a snort from the other.

Whatever hope Ringo had from the last draw certainly withered, because John managed to come up with another royal flush and his boxers were long overdue. John's hand was open towards him, in a "well?" gesture.

"No." Ringo blurted, nose scrunched up in defiance. "I won't give you my boxers, John."

"Off." He ordered in that tone that made Ringo shiver.

Ringo crossed his arms.

"Make me."

And before he knew it he was pressed against the couch, with John hovering over him. A squeak escaped his lips when he felt his fingers hook on the band.

"John d-don't—"

"Rules are rules, remember?" He teased, before slowly dragging the waistband down Ringo's thigh. His breathe tickled his ear, and he whispered: "You lose, Ritchie."

Ringo's breathe hitched in his throat when John's nail scraped along his thigh, and they must've had some twisted effect on him. Because he let out an actual moan and John must've discovered one of his kinks because, fuck, that was hot. He decided to rake his nails a bit harder and Ringo let out a whimper, thighs shaking underneath the pads of his fingers. And so he tugged his boxers off, down to his knees.

Ringo gasped as the cool air of the room hit him, and his wide, wild eyes went from John's flushed face and to the obvious bulge in his pants.

Without thinking, his hands went to his belt buckle. His hands brushed against his crotch and John let out a small groan. The belt flew open and Ringo popped the buttons open. And John grabbed his face into an unexpected kiss, pressing him back into the couch. The springs gave off a small squeak, and John moved his knees in the middle of Ringo's legs, spreading them apart.

Ringo's fingers were tangled in his hair, and he winced when he felt his fingers
press in.

"You okay Ritchie?" He husked out, and Ringo nodded.

When he curled his fingers, Ringo's legs tightened around his waist, a moan spilling out of his lips. John sucked on his neck, teeth leaving marks all over his skin.

"Shit," Ringo panted when he bit down on his sweet spot. "John,"

"Got you," He murmured, and his fingers slid out of him. His hands grasped his thighs, giving Ringo one last look before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck!" He dug his nails in his arms, and John silenced him with a kiss, making him move in deeper. He gave off a muffled moan of pain and pleasure.

John rolled his hips, and his grip tightened when Ringo squeezed around him. He was breathing heavily. His thrusts turning erratic and Ringo broke their kiss, throwing his head back in the cushions.

"Oh god," Ringo whimpered, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open. "Oh god, John," He cried out when he felt his hand around his cock, pressing his thumb against the head. He came all over his hand, and he clamped around John's dick like a vice. He gasped at the sudden tightness and came in him, burying his heated face in Ringo's neck.

"Let's play this again sometime," John chuckled, despite being utterly breathless and knackered just a while ago.

"Yeah," Ringo licked his lips. "George'll enjoy this."

John's eyes widened at him, and then they narrowed into slits. Without warning, he pulled Ringo right up to his chest, causing him to yelp when he felt John slide in him again.

"I-I was just kidding!"

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This was almost 1000k words hory shet

How was it?? <--- I know I ask this often but I want to improve on my smut so I need feedback :P

Any more uh requests?