*blushes A-As requested by e-erm @Maccacutie

•vibrator torture
•cubicle sex-ish
•public sex
•needy ringo (guilty!!!)
•sadist-ish john (also guilty)

Hope you guys enjoy it~

<><><><><>

"Hey Ritchie, are you alright?" John asked in a obviously fake concerned tone. He would've taken him seriously if it weren't for the stupid grin on his face.

"W-Why wouldn't I be?" Ringo stuttered, biting his lip to stifle a gasp as he felt it go faster. He gave him a pleading look only to see John's grin widen.

Please? He mouthed, left hand gripping the dining table as he felt it against his sweet spot. And the fact that he was wearing a tight suit wasn't helping.

John shooked his head and tsked. He saw his arm move under the table and before Ringo knew it, his toes were curled in his shoes and a moan was threatening to spill from his lips.

Soon enough it was getting faster and faster and he was squirming uncomfortably in his seat. It was rubbing, vibrating against his prostate. He was trying his best to hide it, but John's snickering made it all worse.

Why did he ever agree to this?

"I—fuck— George, e-excuse me," He bit harder down on his lip when John pressed the button again.

"Oh, sorry mate." He moved out of the seat so Ringo could get through.

"Hey, where are you going, Rings?" Paul asked, eyebrows knitted, a bit confused on why Ringo looked so flushed.

"B-Bathroom." He stammered, running off to the comfort room.

John's grin was practically splitting his face. "Excuse me, Macca."

<><><><><>

"You alright in there, mate?"

He heard a huff from inside the cubicle. "No thanks from you."

"Ouch," John placed a hand on his heart. "Just when I was about to take the batteries off this thing."

"Jo--- a-ah!" Ringo whimpered. "N-No!" He keened, nails digging against the wooden surface of the door. "John--- I-I'm gonna-"

He flicked the switch off.

"John!" He cried out. "I-It's too much I-I can't!"

He groaned at how desperate he sounded. He jiggled with the lock. "Let me in, fuck, Ritchie let me---"

With a shaky hand he slid the lock open. John went in and slammed it close.

"Johnny--- mmphh!" He tugged on his locks, earning a groan from the taller.

"Take it off," John groaned between kisses. John's mouth moved hungrily against his, practically claiming his mouth with his tongue.

With a shaky gasp, he took out the slick toy out only to have John's fingers occupy the space.

"More," He pleaded. "I-I need more!"

"You're so fucking needy, aren't you Ritch?" He chuckled, trailing kisses down his neck. "The vibrator isn't even enough for the likes of you. Can't wait to get filled up, can you?"

"John---"

"Say it."

"I--- oh my," Ringo's mouth fell open, eyes shut tight as John curled his fingers against his prostate. "O-Oh fuck--- oh please oh please---"

"Please what, lovely?" John purred in his ear. "Use your words."

Ringo's blue eyes shot open. They were dazed, dilated, full of lust and want and need.

"F-Fuck me." He rasped out, hands gripping the front of his shirt as he felt his hole open up, stretching up by John's fingers.

"Say that again, lovely?"

"I need you to fuck me, I need you to fill me up I---" John's breath hitches. He really didn't expect these kinds of words coming from Ringo's mouth. "I need you to fuck me against the door---"

And with that, John pressed him against the cubicle door. He uttered a whine when he felt his fingers go out. John spread his thighs, pressing a kiss to Ringo's heated cheek before pushing in.

"So fucking tight," He grunted, hands gripping his thighs as he thrusted in him.

Ringo was moaning, panting, feet high up with toes curled in pleasure. He was on cloud nine, every time he said his name it would come off in a higher pitch than before, and sometimes his voice cracked which was so fucking cute and hot at the same time. The door rattled on it's hinges as John fucked him against the cubicle door. Ringo thought it was going to break.

"John," He panted. "I'm gonna cu---"

And then he felt it, his hole was clenching around John's cock and he would've screamed if it weren't for his lips against his.  One, two, three thrusts and John came in him, panting, their breathes mingling in each other's mouths.

"You know I didn't just buy a vibrator..."

"Oh hell no."

<><><><><>

So there uhm sorry if it's crappy I kind of rushed it hehe

Also everytime I write a smut you guys go and comment on the things I need to improve on and such :) Feedback is appreciated

All the love,

~Grace