george harrison imagines

hair pulling

i laid down searching the bed as he stood up in front of me. i was very discreet as to not make a sound, because i wanted him to think i was sleeping. he knew i wasn't of course, and that was kinda what i wanted. he bent down to pull my hair a bit, "go to sleep love." he grinned as i locked eyes with him,

"make me." i whimpered as he kissed me pulling my hair tighter.

i groaned as i woke up sweating. i looked over to a sleeping george as i groaned, letting my head hit the pillow as i fell asleep.