george harrison imagines

bite me

i was writing in my notebook mindlessly, when my boyfriend george walked into our bedroom. he had just came home from recording the beatles' seventh studio album, 'revolver'. george was visibly exhausted, but coming home to me was the best part of his day.

"what are you writing there julia?" he questioned, looking over my shoulder.

"just some ideas for my new book." i grinned, glancing up to wriggle my brows at him.

"oh that's right! i forgot you were thinking about doing something like that." he yawned.

my heart deflated a bit, looking down at my notes. i shut my book and tossed it onto my end table before rolling over to lay on my back. george gazed at me with an arched brow before playing with my feet, "mmm you smell so good." he salivated.

"oh shh." i giggled, leaning up to gently kiss his cheek. he sighed in content, quickly kissing my lips.

"mmm." i hummed, pulling him on top of me, our kiss heightening.

george traversed the buttons on my nightshirt as he briefly looked into my dark eyes, "can i?"

"go on." i breathed, submissively allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

he slid me out of my silky purple nightshirt effortlessly, working his large hands around my shorts that hugged my wide hips. he yanked them, as well as my panties, off tossing my night wear into the corner of our room.

he drooled at the sight of me. he stripped himself, putting a rubber on. he bent down to capture my lips, sliding into me steadily.

"oh." i gruffed, against his lips.

he groaned against me, hushing me as he thrusted a bit deeper into me. i sighed while our bodies rubbed gently.

"hmph." he grumbled, pulling me closer to him.

the room seemed to begin to spin as he sped up just a bit. i grasped his shoulder blade, our moans overlapping the others nicely. i craned my head into my pillow. george left a trail of hickies down my throat, pushing himself deeper into me.

"ugh!" i cried out, spreading my legs wider.

"ohhh." he soughed.

the bed shifted against the wall as george got faster and faster and faster. we were in ecstasy. i ran my purple painted nails down his spine, smacking his ass. he chuckled a bit at me, leaning down to gently bite my clavicle.

i whined at his sudden kink, begging for him to do it again. he simpered at me, biting me a bit rougher this time. i moaned a bit louder, writhing beneath him. george called out my name thrusting harder into me. i moaned like a whore, cumming hard.

he also came hard, pulling out to sloppily kiss me. we made out before cleaning up and watching a movie.