Uh requested by ThatGeekGinger and Chrismarveille and secondeded by @BandFreakForEver

Tags: (do you guys actually reading these lmao)

- lots of beer

- INNAPROPRIATE QUESTIONS/DARES OKAY LET ME LIVE

- i ain't holding back on this one

- basically porn without plot

- heres your chapterly dose of holy water

- bless thee

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When John and Paul said they were going out, George didn't think they would be out for two hours.

The whole week was clear of any hectic schedules, but the rain outside made it a bit impossible to go out. Let alone stay out. And so the one-half of the band stayed indoors, bored out of their minds.

"George?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm bored," He groaned out, lips forming a cute little pout. "There's nothing to do here and Paul and John are prolly out snogging by now."

"I have an idea," George licked his lips. "But you wouldn't like it."

Blue eyes peeked interest, and Ringo found himself sitting up.

"What?"

"Oh, I dunno," He shrugged. "Maybe a game of truth or dare?"

Ringo crinkled his nose. Then again, there wasn't much to do anyways.

"But," George continued. "We're going to play it drunk." He said with a mischeivous grin.

The twist made Ringo agree to the game, and George came back with John's emergency six-pack. Not that he'll miss them anyways.

"I never chicken out," Ringo boasted as George uncapped the bottles. "Truth or dare?"

Choosing dare would probably cost his dignity, and choosing truth would probably end up Ringo calling him a "coward". So George picked dare.

"I dare you to.." He chewed on his lip, turning it bright red. His blue eyes hovered over the furniture before settling onto one of the couch pillows. "Kiss one of those pillows as passionately as possible for 10 seconds."

Dares and truths were passed to and fro, and things like Ringo knowing the part about George losing his virginity to a prostitute and Ringo telling him about the one time he accidentally stole a car (it wasn't really stolen, per se "forgot to borrow" was a more appropriate term).

George was probably drunk as a party-hard Paul at christmas parties. And he could see Ringo was a tad bit tipsy as well, with his cheeks bright pink and the occasional giggle or two or three slipping past his lips.

"Truth," George slurred. "Or dare?"

Ringo pretended to think about it, then a mischevious grin sliced his lips.

"Dare."

"Do a flirty dance on one of those chairs." He said, jokingly, might he add, as he took a long swig of his beer.

Ringo's eyes widened, and a bright blush crept up his neck. And George thought he would've chickened out if he didn't stand up and went out, only to return with a chair.

"I never chicken out on a dare," He smirked, before unbuttoning the first few on his shirt.

George's eyes went wide, and his mouth parted in shock at the scene in front of him. He licked his lips, biting them harshly when Ringo swung his hips. His eyes went down to teasing curve of his collarbone and up to his coquettish grin. George gulped.

Barely ten seconds in, he was half-hard and alcohol wasn't entirely helping. He found it rather difficult to breathe normally with your best mate's legs spread in the most slutty way possible. Ringo noticed his eyes on his legs and snapped them close witj a teasing grin on his face.

"Now," He moved over, his decorated fingers snaking around George's beer bottle. His blue eyes were trained on him and a flicker of lust went through them. "Truth or dare, Georgie?"

George watched as he wrapped his lips around the bottle, and his mind conjured up a twisted picture of something else in between Ringo's mouth. The picture made his pants tighten and George found himself leaning in.

"Dare." He husked out.

"Kiss me."

And he did. And the suddeness of the kiss made the two of them fall to the floor.

Ringo gave out a small gasp before opening his mouth, and George took the advantage of giving him an open mouthed kiss. Ringo's hands grasped his shirt, craning his neck up to kiss back.

The alcohol made him dizzy, and made him reckless. Which was what he needed for the moment when Ringo rolled his hips up against his.

A groan escaped his lips when George felt the pressure on his crotch. Ringo took this as an opportunity to press kisses on his neck, and George found himself gripping his hips when he sucked on the sweet spot on his skin.

"Ringo," He breathed, breathe hitching in his throat when Ringo nipped slightly on his neck.

"Hm?" He hummed, blue eyes peeking up through his eyelashes.

"Truth, or dare?"

He ran his tongue on his lips. "Dare."

George's right hand went from his thigh to his lips, and despite being dazed a bit Ringo got the dare he was given. His plump lips wrapped around George's fingers, his wet tongue rubbing against the skin. When he got it wet enough, he let go with a seductive pop, and George was ready to let go any second.

Ringo fumbled with his belt a bit but managed to tug it down. George's jeans felt rough against his bare thighs but he completely forgot about it when he felt his fingers slip in.

"George," He panted when his knuckles finally pressed against his cheek. "M-Move,"

His brown eyes widened slightly with lust when he felt how tight and velvety he was around his fingers. He rocked them a bit, trying to find Ringo's sweet spot. When he curled them, Ringo let out a strangled noise.

"Can I–?"

Ringo nodded, not trusting his voice anymore. Every little move against his prostate made his body quiver. He buried his face in his neck, hot breathe fanning the younger's face. Ringo heard a zip, and before he knew it George was nibbling on his ear and something hot was pressing up against his entrance.

George pushed his hips down, and Ringo keened when he felt it open up. He uttered a shaky gasp when George kissed just below his ear, his sharp teeth scraping his sensitive skin.

"Fuck," Ringo whimpered as George lifted him up only to pull his hips down harder. His hands balled up George's shirt when he felt it  brush against his prostate.

He gasped when he felt him tighten around his dick, feeling pleasure shoot up through his body. Ringo took a hold of his shoulders and bounced on his lap, the friction on his hips dissapearing when George pressed his lips against his. Ringo whimpered loudly when he felt George's fingers wrap around his cock, tugging it as his orgasm came closer and closer.

His hands went around Ringo's waist, and when Ringo thought it was suddenly over he slammed him down.

"George!" Ringo cried out, clenching around him tightly. He came, staining both of their shirts.

"Ringo, f-uck," He stuttered, face screwing up in pleasure when he gave one last thrust before dissolving in pleasure.

After a moment of catching their breath, George asked him between truth or dare.

"Truth."

"Where did you learn how to move like that?"

Ringo giggled. "Practice."

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Lowkey wanting a stripper!Ringo fic lmao

There you have it folks!!! Truth or dare smut!!!

^^^ me

Hoped you guys enjoyed it !!!