dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #15: suck it-g.h 💫

1958
A bit sensual 🍎

His stupid slicked up hair, his idiotic grin and laugh, his-his everything was so obnoxious and annoying!

That's your plain and easy thought of him that you seemed to bring up everyday to your friends.

"See! There he goes!" You said with gritted teeth in a slight whisper yell as you seemed to claw your finger nails in the lunch table.

And there he did walk in the cafeteria with his slicked up hair and his leather jacket that wasn't even real leather. And he carried a pleased smirk as he looked at the people in the room with his friends next to him.

You growled. "Uh! Why does he even has his hair slicked up like that anyways? I hate it so much, he looks so stupid!" And then you gasped at the sight of him grabbing a local students applesauce and devouring it. "Oh my god! He's so fat!"

"Lord, George Harrison is honestly the worst!" You exclaimed. You then spun back around in your chair to face your friends who had thin lipped expressions as they gave each other a look. "Don't you guys just hate him?"

One of your friends snickered. "Y/N.....you talk about George too much for us to just hate him. Why, we find him more humorous actually."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of what they meant. "Huh?"

Then you other friend who was playing with her hair began to speak. "Oh come off of it Y/N, it's quite obvious you like him-"

"WHAT?"

You had shouted this quite very loudly, silence filling the food infested room.

And your two friends only giggled, only the two of them knowing what was about to happen.

"Stop laughing!" You squealed as you tried covering up your red cheeks.

And soon a familiar rolling accent, too specific flew in your intolerant ears and you didn't know what your self defense would be.

"Hey Y/N-"

"Oh god-"

"Heya, are you going to finish that?" One of his friends exclaimed as he dug his finger in your hair twirling friends applesauce. The two yapped in anger and disgust while George's buddies laughed almost simultaneously as they continued to bother the girls.

You sat up, neck craned, ready to defend your friends but a finger was dug in your applesauce. Your eyes followed that finger up to the mouth it stuck itself in.

George sucked the apple substance slowly off his long finger as he looked down at your with his deep eyes. And you only watched, not sure if to feel pleasure or uncomfortable.

And then he licked his lips and smirked down at you. "Mmmmmm. Quite delicious Y/N. Try for yourself."

You stitched your eyebrows together as your face continued to heat up. "Leave me alone George."

"Oh Cmon, try some." George got a little closer to you, his crotch region met at the level of your neck/head. And you backed away, butterflies twirling in a knot in your stomach.

And George dug his finger in the applesauce once more before edging it towards you. And he still carried a mischievous grin as you stared at him with wide eyes.

"Cmon Y/N, suck it."

His innuendo became frustrating and embarrassing. You shoved his finger away and shot up from your seat.

You tried to stand as tall as you could but you seemed to seep lower as George inched closer to you, filling in the space between you two.

"George you are disgusting!"

And George shook his head as he stuck his hands behind his back. "Oh but you like it."

The sexual tension was a bit too much for you yet you had a little tiny feeling in you that made you sort of like it.

But you didn't show it. No, no, no, you simply couldn't show that boy your weakness to his filthy ways.

You then changed the subject. "George, tell your friends to bugger off before I do!"

George switched his eyes over to his robots. "Hey guys! Don't be rude! Go make it up to them and buy them a new lunch." George scolded them. This action was a slick move of George's. George knew that doing this, it would leave him and you alone.

The boys instantly switched their intent with the girls and showed them away in which they weren't too thrilled about but went anyway.

You tried to leave with them but George grasped on to your arm and pulled you back to be in front of him. "We can go somewhere better." He's voice was deep, filled with lust.

You finally grew tired of your denial and went along with his little flirtatious game.

You replied. "Like where? The bathroom.."

George chuckled and sucked the air in excitement. "Sounds so good already."

He was too excited, filled with lust for something he wasn't even going to get.

You chuckled sensually as your raised an eyebrow and licked your lips. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

George's eyes began to get heavy as he closed them, beginning to imagine all good happening in the bathroom. He sat in the perverted thoughts with pleasure and you could see it from his eyes.

You placed a mischievous grin on your face as your finger found its way up and down his jawline, sending shocks of pleasure through George.

"Oh George.." you said with a undertone of a moan. This had him even closer to you, his mouth wanted to interlock with yours.

And before he could do so, you smacked the side of his jaw and placed your hand on his hair and flattened it down, where it should belong.

"Stop putting your hair up doofus. You look stupid." You said as you walked backwards. Then you added; "Also, suck it." Your two middle fingers in the air meant for him. And you left him absolutely puzzled and disappointed. Until, you ran back to whisper in his ear. "But: Maybe another time Harrison."

And you ran off, leaving George with a toothy grin. He then noticed how he could see his hair and knew that was a problem.

So, he quickly slicked it back up.

But he made a mental note to slick it back down when the time came to please you ;)

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Woooooahhh, a bit sensual and honestly I didn't expect that to happen. I sort of just meant this to actually be a marriage one but I guess maybe for next time it will 😅

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-R