george harrison imagines

hurtwood edge

george was attending a party with his new beau, olivia arias, and it angered me. i was going with my boyfriend, quinn weston. i hated olivia, and i'm sure she hated me, but oh well.

quinn held me close to him as we both entered the party. i looked around for george, but i couldn't find him anywhere, which saddened me. i rolled my eyes a bit when i heard a familiar voice coming from behind me,

"jules? i haven't seen you since last time." george remarked while i turned around briefly,

"oh hi george! yup. the party where you allowed your ex to suck your cock." i scoffed, "just how could i forget? anyways this is my boyfriend quinn. don't bother making friends, we probably won't stick around long enough for that." i shrugged.

george furrowed his brows together before glancing at me, "well i'm with -."

"i know. you really downgraded babe." i replied softly shaking my head side to side.

"jules-." he began, before i held my finger up,

"sorry i'm getting a very important phone call." i replied flipping him the bird before walking off with quinn.

"that was badass jules." quinn gawked, making me wink at him,

"thanks hon. why don't you go get us some drinks? i'm gonna go get us some food." i replied kissing him. he kissed back nodding to get drinks.

i found a table where i began mounting food upon food when eric appeared, "having fun?"

"tons. have you seen olivia? or george?" i asked raising a brow.

"olivia? she didn't come. george, however, is in the garden." he replied.

"perfect! thank you." i smiled walking off to the garden. along the way, i gave quinn his food, kissed him again, and drank my drink before going to that damned garden.

i walked through the doors to see george with the same look he had only a year before. only difference was, instead of it being december, like the last party, it was may 15, 1975. i smirked at him while i sat next to him,

"pants down now." i demanded. maybe it was the alcohol talking, or the fact i was still pissed at him for last year's shenanigans. i didn't care. i needed him. george looked at me wide eyed before i took matters into my own hands. i leaned in kissing him roughly while i laid him down, grasping his bulge through his navy blue jeans.

he gasped against my lips as i tightened my grip, biting his lip as i dragged it down, "can you fucking feel what you make me do?" i grunted.

his face reddened while he nodded, "christ jul-."

"shh don't speak." i mumbled, jerking him off with the palm of my hand through his denim jeans.

he groaned tilting his head back, "wh-what about quinn?"

"what he doesn't know won't kill him." i slurred, moving my dress to the side as i touched myself. i soon stopped because i needed george desperately.

"so when were you gonna tell me olivia wasn't here?" i smirked, making george close his eyes,

"i don't know." he replied.

i bit my lip as i yanked his pants off before i moved my panties and dress to the side, sliding on him, moaning on impact.

"fuck." I bounced as george moaned,

"jesus julia!" he cried out while i got faster,

"ohhh! yes! fill me up deep inside george!"

"ughhh." he mumbled, grabbing my midriff. my tits bounced with every movement i made on george, turning him on more.

i let out a loud gasp as we both continued to fuck on that stone bench. his large hands found refuge on my back as he moved me along to the rhythm of his cock.

"am i better than olivia?" i shouted.

"depends, am i better than quinn?" he moaned

"yes." i grunted

"then you are too." he soughed.

we continued to fuck before i came breathlessly. he followed suit as i hopped off him,

"mm ill catch you around yeah?"

"yeah bye jules." he panted. i kissed him back as i skipped back to quinn forever damning hurtwood edge.