George Harrison Imagines

I Can't Sleep

I glance at the alarm clock for what seems like the hundredth time tonight. 2:37. My eyes shift to George, still sleeping soundly, the moonlight shining through the window giving him an ethereal glow.

I admire his handsome face for a moment before turning onto my back, mirroring the pose George is laying in, hoping to drift off just as he has.

I lay there staring at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity before glancing at the time again. 3:02.

I let out a sigh, turning my gaze back to George. I gently run my fingers down his exposed chest, feeling his steady pulse beneath my fingertips.

My mind wanders as I trail my fingers lower, finding him sleeping au naturale. My thoughts turn a bit dirty as I edge my fingers under the covers, dragging them lightly over his resting member.

A surge of heat passes through me as I rub him to half mast. I bite my lip, trailing my fingers across my abdomen, spreading my legs open.

I close my eyes, rubbing teasing circles around my throbbing clit, before touching it full on. A small breath escapes my lips as I rub myself slowly.

I bring my hand back over to George, slowly stroking him until he's hard and ready. On one upstroke my finger swipes across his head, covering it in warm pre-cum.

Dirty thoughts swirl in my hazy, lust filled mind. I grip him tightly at the base, pulling up slowly, squeezing more pre-cum out.

I swipe my middle finger across his head, covering it in his warmth, before bringing it down to my own heat.

I spread him all over my sensitive nub, breath picking up at the pleasure it brings. I reach my hand over to him again, squeezing more out of him.

I repeat my actions countless times, edging myself to near orgasm every time I go back for more.

I grip him again, ready to finish myself off, but his slender fingers wrap around my wrist.

"You're gonna milk me dry, darling..." his voice comes out gravelly, and laced with lust.

I make a small noise, squeezing him. He groans in the back of his throat, and suddenly the bed shifts, and he's kneeling between my parted legs.

He swipes his hardness across my dripping center, earning himself a strangled cry from me.

"Geo...please...I need you..." I whisper, voice wrecked with lust. He teasingly thrusts just the tip in and out of my wetness.

"You've been so naughty...touching me in my sleep..." he pushes in easily, stopping his movements when he's fully sheathed in my surrounding warmth.

His breathing quickens as I clench myself around his pulsing length, "punish me then..." I whisper breathlessly.

He dances his fingers across my breasts before leaning down, capturing an erect nipple into his hot mouth. I grip his hair, pulling his face harder into my heaving chest.

His sharp teeth scrape the sensitive skin, his magic lips sucking the flesh until it's marked his favorite shade of purple.

He removes my hands from his hair, pinning them down by my sides. His biceps flex as he presses my arms into the mattress, leaning in he whispers brokenly, "I'm gonna make you all mine..."

I whimper at his promise, shifting my hips under him to get any sort of friction.

He leans fully onto his arms, his body shaking slightly. With one final breath, he slowly extracts himself before sliding easily back in.

He sets a deliciously fast pace, the bed squeaking in protest beneath us. George bends his head down. His hair tickling my overheated skin.

I angle my hips under his so he strokes my g-spot with every entrance and exit. George grasps onto my arms desperately as I become more and more slick for him.

His hot mouth attaches to my throat, biting and sucking harshly, painting me with his love.

I struggle against his strong hold, bucking my hips in time with his, yearning for sweet release.

"Geo...please..." I whisper into his hair. He releases the soft skin from his teasing mouth, "...______..." he groans, biting the area where my shoulder meets my neck.

He builds my pleasure up higher and higher, whispering filthy things in my ear. "Yer bloody good...so tight for me....shit...shit...Christ....you like taking this hard cock? You like when I do this?..." He slides his hands up to grip my shoulders, slamming into me roughly, pushing me down as he thrusts up into me.

My fingers claw at his sides, scraping my marks into his skin. He bites my earlobe, pulling slightly, sending a surge of heat to my center.

"..George...fuck...fuck....I'm...ahh...ahhhhh...AHH..." I contract violently around him, my heat gushing from me, coating him in my hot love.

"That's...ahhh...my good...my good girl..." George breathes, his hips stuttering. I cry out again as he grips my hips with bruising force, holding me still as he empties his hot cum into me.

My eyes take in the beautiful sight of him in pure ecstasy, the moon cast over him delicately. His mouth hangs open, chest heaving, the tight muscles in his arms trembling from the pleasure. In this moment I've never seen anything more powerfully perfect.

I let out a small whimper, his eyes opening halfway to stare down at me lovingly. A satisfied smile spreads across his face as he pulls himself out.

A rush of warmth leaks from me as he does so. George pulls me onto his chest, I weakly wrap my arms around him with a small moan.

"..all mine...my perfect girl..." his fingers gently trace my spine, raising goosebumps in their calloused wake.

I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing him in, "..I'm all yours...Geo...I love you..." He presses his lips to my temple, and mumbles against my hair, "I love you, _____..my one and only...sweet dreams, darling..."

My eyes flutter shut, George's surrounding warmth lulling me into a restful sleep, visions of him dancing behind my closed eyelids.

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One of my favorites, has to repost in his book 😏