Heyo !!! I really enjoy writing this story ahskdlflfl the sexual tension is so fun to write >:3

Also spot the hidden innuendos and you get cookies,,,,, I promise,,,,,

Twenty-five comments !!! But that's pretty easy since BeatleButtAl could do that in three minutes lol

Oh man what's your fave look on George/Ringo?

Mine is the stubbley look for Geroge (like holy shit man) and Yellow Submarine for Ringo,,, idek he looks cute with his suit (i mean he always looks cute in everything so)

*dies*

LOTS OF THINGS HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER !!!!

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(This is still last night btw)

There were many things Ringo wasn't really sure of, but he was certain of one thing after that rather heated tension in George's car:

He needed a cold shower.

After a bout of small talk ("Do you wear jeans often?" and other nonsensical questions made to fill up awkward silences like that) George parked on the opposite street, and he offered to open Ringo's door

"Sir– George– you don't really have to." Ringo said sheepishly, pink coloring his cheeks.

"Right." He nodded. "I'm going to smoke out here for a while."

Ringo chewed on his lip nervously. And after a few seconds he asked:

"A-Are we going to do this often? I mean– eating out and all that late night stuff?"

A click, and a hiss, and a small flicker of light glowed George's face. He raised it up to his cigarette, looking impossibly cool and gorgeous as he did so.

"If you want to," He said, giving Ringo a devilish, fanged smirk that quickly fell open. "Shit, Ritchie!"

"I—" A terrified squeak barely escaped his throat as George's hands gripped his arms, pulling him against his chest as a loud blare of a truck horn pierced the night.

"Asshole!" George shouted, dark eyes gleaming– immediately softening when they landed on Ringo's shaking frame. "Ringo are you– are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," Ringo looks up, blue eyes peeking up from messy, windblown bangs. He feels heat rise up his neck as George checks his face. He feels a calloused hand brush against his cheek, Ringo's breathe hitching in his throat when George's thumb brushed against his lips.

George bents down a bit, and Ringo's eyes fluttered close, lips parting as if he was giving him permission to let him just dive in and take what he wanted.

Instead of his mouth, George pressed a kiss to his cheek. Far away but close enough to his lips to turn Ringo's heart into a melted, stuttering, emotional mess. His voice was husky, oh god—

"Stay late tomorrow. Can you do that for me, doll?"

"Yes sir," He says, not skipping a single beat.

George smirks. "Good boy."

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"Y'know if you keep this up, you'll probably be earlier than me." John said, trying his best to focus on his coffee cup rising up to his mouth.

Ringo stifled a yawn. "Do you still have that espresso stuff, Winston?"

John offered him a shot. He swallowed it down as quickly as possible, crinkling his nose at the awful bitter taste.

"So," John says. "I heard the boss took you on a date last night?"

Ringo blushed. "It wasn't a date."

"But you were together, right?"

"I– Yeah," He finished lamely, before quickly adding: "But it wasn't a date."

John scoffed. "Okay."

"What's wrong, Johnny boy?" He grinned. "Jealous?"

A pair of eyes narrowed at him atop a coffee cup.

"I'm not. Just—"

"Just?"

"— concerned. By the way, are you free on Friday? A friend of mine's hosting a party."

"Sure," He shrugged. "I'll just cram all of these secretoire crap by Thursday."

"Speaking of secretoire crap," John glanced behind Ringo's head, smirking. "You're late."

Ringo's face fell, eyes darting to his manila folder he crammed in last night.

"Fuck."

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Maureen was currently watching a vine when George strode up go her.

"Where's Starr, Cox? He's supposed to be here ten minutes ago."

"I—" Her phone jumbled from her right hand to her left. "I– Uh— P-Probably with that Lennon guy, s-sir." She swallowed hard at the furious look that formed in her boss' face.

As if by cue, Ringo bursted through the door, completely out of breathe.

"The elevator broke do—"

George grabbed his wrist. Ringo's eyes went wide, feet stumbling to and fro as his boss dragged him towards the office.

"S-Sir—"

"Shut it."

Maureen gulped. Oh no.

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"What did I tell you last time, doll?"

"D-Don't be late a-again?"

Shit. George's heart was thumping in his chest. Ringo's big blue eyes gazed at him, looking all submissive and painfully cute and it wasn't helping him in particular.

"Cox says you were too busy with Lennon," George says, eyes gleaming dangerously. "Were you?

"I-I—" He squeaked when George tucked his fingers under his chin, tilting his head up. "S-Sir–"

"I asked you a question, baby boy." Ringo's breathe hitched as George's hands slowly traced down his throat.

"O-Oh, he's— h-he's j-jus' a friend," Ringo bit back a moan, but George sees through it. "I-It wasn't my f-fault—" George slightly pressed down under his throat, just below his jaw. Ringo gasped out, accidentally letting out a mewl.

"God, the things I want to do to you." He growled.

Ringo groaned, breathe all shaky and– fuck, he was tingly all over. His dilated blue eyes met dark brown ones.

"Then do it."

George's mouth crashed against his, making his head thud against the wall. Ringo let out a pained yelp that was quickly drowned out by George's tongue. Ringo's hands shot up to his hair, eyes shut tight as he kissed back wantonly. George let go of his mouth, only to latch on his neck.

"Ohh," Ringo threw his head back, voice strained and high-pitched. "S-Sir— The paperwork—"

"Oh fuck the paperwork," His hands went up to the front of Ringo's shirt, tuggin on the buttons.

"Oh god," Ringo whimpered as George sank his teeth on his chest, leaving bright red marks everywhere. "Oh godohgodohgod-"

George looked up, his cock twitching at the sight of the flushed, breathless blue-eyed angel against the wall.

"Wrap your arms around me, baby boy." He husked, and Ringo obediently did so.

He kissed him hard as he lifted him up- with Ringo clinging on to him for dear life, lest they fall. George bit on Ringo's lower lip, earning a needy moan from him.

Oh god, Ringo felt so dirty- with his back against his boss' table and his legs spread.

"Sir," He whined. "Sir please—"

"Please what, doll?" His hand stroked Ringo's thighs, making him squirm underneath his touch. "You want daddy to fuck you right now on this desk, huh? Gonna be a good boy for daddy?"

"O-Oh," Ringo shuddered, balling his shirt in his hands as George cups him in between his legs. "Yes, oh god, yes, I'm gonna be a good boy—" He babbled, back curling as George squeezes his crotch.

"You're so needy for daddy, aren't you? Open wide, princess. There you go– such a good boy for daddy, yeah?"

Ringo's eyes well up a bit as he gags on George's fingers, wrapping his full lips around his knuckles.

"Open your eyes, yeah doll? God, you look so pretty with my fingers in you mouth," Ringo moaned all around his fingers at the praises, sending vibrations coming from the tips of his fingers down to his cock. "That's enough, Ritchie."

"George," He stutters out as George teases his entrance. "Daddy— Fuck!"

George's left hand presses his thigh against his stomach while his right fingers slip in. Ringo gasps, soft cries spilling out of his lips as George thrusts his fingers in and out of his mercilessly.

George curls his fingers in him, and Ringo jolts, left hand flying to hold onto something as George presses against his sweet spot.

"Sir– George– ohh," His mouth fell open as soft cries and whimpers escaped his throat. "Oh– G-God—" Ringo feels it– he feels the knot in his stomach getting tighter and tighter. "Daddy—"

George pulls out his fingers, and when Ringo was about to utter a whine he felt something push against him. Ringo let in a sharp inhale as George grabbed a hold of his hips and pressed futher, crying out when he bottomed out.

"Daddy-" He panted. "Oh Daddy—"

He caught his mouth, giving him a hungry kiss as he slammed into him, rocking the table. Ringo lets out a muffled cry, hands gripping George's shirt as he fucked him against the wooden surface.

"Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart," George groaned. "So good for me, baby doll."

"George," Ringo chokes out. "I'm gonna–" He cries out as George wraps a hand around his dick. "Oh god–"

George kisses his jaw, tugging his ear with his teeth. Ringo was full out gasping, trembling in his arms.

"Come for me." He whispers, voice all deep and husky and Ringo threw his head back, a choked scream tescaping his throat as George tugged his cock. "Oh, f-fuck," His hips started stuttering, and it wasn't long before he came, making Ringo whimper as he filled him up.

"Shit," Ringo hissed as George pulled out. He was still breathing heavily, face flushed from either after-sex embarrasment or the activity itself. "G-George?"

"Stay here, doll," A zip, a few strings of curses. "I'm, er, gonna get some tissues."

"O-Oh," Ringo's face turns redder. "Right. T-Tissues."

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aLL OF yOU SINnERS STANd uP SInG HaLLeLuJAH

O man how was the smut?? I hope it wasn't so awful :/