YOoOoOoOo 51 comments and 121 reads last chapter holy macaroni you guys never dissapoint :DDDD

also–

– i saw this on tumblr (of course) and ahskdllflg i'm craving starrison fics with little!ringo like???? wouldn't that be aDORABLE????

okay okay i should prolly stop stalling and write the chapter now lmao

Anyways enjoy some straight on smut and a bout of fluff :)))))

35 comments ???? Maybe on wednesday I'll update early??? ;)

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The building was nearly deserted, with George and his little blue-eyed angel being the only ones on the building. Which made it the perfect oppurtunity to—

"O-Oh," Ringo gasped as George nipped at his neck, surely leaving a mark. He clasped his own hand over his mouth, an embarrased flush rising up his neck.

"No need for that, doll," Ringo felt his heart skip a beat when George's hand wrapped around his. "There's no one else 'round here, but us."

"But—" The squeak that escaped his throat dissolved into a pleasant moan as he felt a pair of lips melt against his. Ringo wrapped his arms around his neck, with the older lifting him up easily.

Ringo's fingers tangled in his hair, and he sucked on his bottom lip. George growled against his mouth, making him shudder.

He trembles as George sucks on his neck, sharp teeth raking the sensitive skin. Breathless moans poured out of his lips, a hot whine escaping his throat when George stopped, admiring the sordid view of his needy little pet with a smirk.

"George," He begged, blue eyes sparkling with lust.

"What is it, baby? Use your words." He teased, ghosting his fingers dangerously close to his cock. Ringo writhed, looking at him with big, pleading eyes and George almost fell for it. Almost.

"Want you," He mumbled, still awfully shy despite the morning moments ago.

George smirked. "Say that again, princess?"

"I-I— I want you," He moaned, too far out to care anymore. "Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me, make me scream."

George groaned. Holy fuck.

"Do you trust me?" He asked huskily, and Ringo nodded. "Give me your wrists, doll."

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Ringo was a mess— panting, gasping, whimpering everytime George slid out only to slam back into him. His wrists were bound tight with his own necktie, held down by George's right hand with his left gripping his thigh. Every inch of his body was on fire, and he was desperate for anything, even a squeeze, a pinch, anything from George as long as it made him cum.

"D-Daddy," He breathed, looking all wanton and flushed— fucking hell, he was a full-body blusher— and he looked painfully precious.

"You're doing so good, baby boy. So good for daddy."

His toes curled at the praise, and Ringo could feel it— he felt hot all over, and the moans that spilled out of his lips grew louder and louder. He shut his eyes tight, letting out a whimper when George let go of his wrists.

"Open your eyes doll, fuck, look at me." George's hair was in the front of his face, sinful lips bright red from the kisses he gave Ringo. His eyes were dark, nearly black, all clouded with lust.

He looked utterly fucked. And Ringo couldn't believe it was because of him.

"Geo–" Ringo squeaked when he lifted him up, his tied wrists going behind his neck. George pressed his face against his neck, kissing, biting, his rough hands lowering his hips. Ringo let out a shaky moan, tightening his hold around his neck. Soon enough he was bouncing on George's cock, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust.

"Like it?" George asked, smirking despite practically being out of breathe.

"Oh, o-oh go– Yes— f-fuck— Faster—" He threw his head back, making way for more scarlet lovebites and hickeys. George captured his lips, sloppy, still undeniably hot and rough. With one last thrust, Ringo cried out as he came, staining both of their chests in white. George bit down on his shoulder, eyes screwing tight as he rode out his orgasm.

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"Fuck..." Ringo panted, shaking. There were slightly red lines around his wrists, which the older man was tending to with kisses.

George peppered his neck with kisses, making him shiver. "You alright, Ringo? Too tight or—?"

"No," He giggled softly. "It was f-fun, really." After that, he blushed, murming shyly: "I sort of like it when you're in control. It's hot."

He chuckled. "I'll be bringing my handcuffs, then."

Ringo widened his eyes. "Handcuffs?"

Smirking, George continued. "And if you want, I'll buy you a collar."

"A collar?" Ringo squeaked. "Oh, wow, I— H-Holy shit."

"Unless you wanna keep it vanilla. Which," He bit his lip. "is sort of boring, in my opinion."

The thought of getting handcuffed scared and excited the shorter man at the same time. "I..." He gulped. "Does the collar come with a leash or...?"

He licked his lips, grinning. "If you want to. Remember when I said I didn't do the relationship thing?"

He nodded, biting his lip nervously as he waited for George's answer.

"Ever heard of BDSM, Ritch?" He said lowly, tucking two fingers under Ringo's chin.

"S-Sorta."

"I want you to go research about it this weekend. Since we're going to do this—" George's eyes glanced at his ruined desk. "often, you should know what you're going into."

He laughed nervously. "It's more than just the handcuffs and the collar then?"

"Even more, dollface." George bent down, pressing a soft kiss to Ringo's full, heart shaped lips. "Now if we leave right now, there's a good Italian place downtown. Can you walk or do I have to carry you?"

Ringo blushed. "I can walk, thank you."

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Good god I love this fic

I hope the smut wasn't too bad lol

All the love,

- Grace ❁

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