THE BEATLES IMAGINES

bogeyman (smut)

"Night sweetheart!" I kissed my child goodnight, brushing her cheek with my fingertips as she held onto me from relief of her fears of the bogeyman. She was so scared of it for no reason at all, I think it was something that George teased her about. Speaking of George, he was now coming up the stairs, now coming into the room I and my daughter was in.
  My girl, Layla, sighed as she dropped her head onto the yellow pillow, I smiled gently as I watched her close her eyes, she was going to sleep ever so faintly. I brushed down my pyjamas, the striped ones which where my favourite.
  George jogged lightly into the room, obviously full of energy, as he came running to Layla. Her eyes widened gently, George was her favourite out of the two of us, they did everything together and I didn't feel that offended that she preferred him. Don't worry, my Layla, Ive got plenty planned for us in the future, just you wait.
Our girl, she was so tired, bit like her mummy, she was looking at her daddy who just came in with her half lidded eyes. The whole room was filed with fatigue, it needed something that just needed either a good sleep or a lot of caffeine. It was a Sunday after all, playgroup for Layla tomorrow and none of us wanted work, except me—yay! Nothing special..
  "Daddy.." she smiled softly, holding out her hand in the shape of a fist pump, George did the same, holding his hand around her little one. It was adorable. He looked at me and smiled when he did this and it made my heart all soppy, he was so cute with her and it was something truly never to miss.
   "Night, little one," he giggled, letting go of the creating the protective shell around his daughter's hand, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, only to send her to sleep almost immediately.
  I sighed as the room yawned after we watched Layla fall gently into sleep, only to be woken up early as the sun tomorrow morning.
  "Come on, love," George smiled as he turned her lamp off, the room was now dark, dim enough for the bogeyman not to be made up by her and I left the room, dragging my feet along the carpet tediously. I was so tired, I needed a coffee or something.
  We were sat on the sofa now, watching the television, I sat on the right side, sitting with my feet towards George and my head resting on my elbow on the armrest. I didn't want to bother him with my winging of being tired, so I gave him some room. Usually, I'd be cuddled up against him or sitting on his lap.
  "Y/N... are you tired?" he said, wide awake, as he shuffled closer to me, sitting on my feet. I couldn't help with a deep sigh with a laugh as he was crushing my feet.
  "I am, George. Darling, I'm so sorr-" I smiled, feeling so bad for him because I'd been so lazy all day, closing my eyes for just a few seconds. I could fall asleep here. I felt George lift my legs above him and drop them on his lap.
  "Uh-ah..uh! Don't be sorry for being a mum, darling," George hummed as he scattered a few kisses muted kisses on to my lips, I didn't expect them, but I liked how he fit that in, he was so cute. It felt lovely that he could just placate my mood just like that.
  I giggle to myself as he moves me around so I'm facing him all by my ankles. God he's strong.
  "Y'know theres something for ya that I can do and it'll relieve all that stress..." George smiled, looking at my eyes from where he was sitting at, I did fancy something to relieve my stress. He moved his body so he was almost over the top of me, I was so cosy like this. He rested himself over me, his forehead pressing against mine.
  "Ah, can you make me a coffee.." I close my eyes as I can feel our breaths warming the gap between us, he picked me up by my waist with so much ease. I'm not that light..
  "Yeah, I do fancy a massage, thanks Georgie," I continue to close my eyes, talking myself into sleep and drifting off as I let my arms float in the air since waiting a massage that would hopefully calm my nerves would send me into deep sleep to end this tiring night.
  George sat me on the his knees, I frowned as if he wouldn't just tell me to lie on my stomach, but I dropped my head to the side, sleep near the corner whilst I waited for him to take my pyjama shirt off. He tugged the bottom hem of my top and randomly stopped, I opened my eyes sleepily and turned around and saw the delving of his jeans buckle.
"What are you doing?" I quietly giggled, my eyes so heavy, i could barely be confused, I lowered my arms by my side and they hung there as I looked at what he was doing.
"A massage doesn't require you takin' your trousers off.." I laughed, going back to watching the quiet television, it was quiet so we wouldn't wake Layla. George continued but I couldn't see anything.
  "Well it requires you taking yours off.." George smirked as I turned back again since he spoke. I got up from his knees, taking my pyjama bottoms off, I was just left in my knickers and a pyjama top and wondered why this massage was not the usual. I sat on his knees but with my legs either side of his legs. 
  George shifted himself before I sat on again and he smirked, though he knew I couldn't see, "Come 'ere, sit on me again... but.. slowly,"
  He watched me I did as told and I shuffled myself back, why couldn't he just massage me in bed, I was too tired for all this specific instructions. I could feel one pair of eyes eying each shuffle I took and I felt quite flattered... as well as knackered.
  I was about to sit down but he stopped me with his quiet, calm voice. I loved his accent so much..
  "Aye, aye. Stop," he giggled, putting his hands on my hips to stop me, it worked and I waited for the next instruction. I found this quite funny; so complex for a massage.
  "Just do as I say," he smiled as he eyed the waistband of my underwear, he flicked a finger around them as if he knew what was coming next. He did.. and I didn't want to admit it.
  "Take these off..." George spoke, looking at me in the eyes , clearly a smile on his face by the excitement in his voice that sounded through the empty sounding house.
  "You could of just asked if you wanted me so badly—"
  George shushed me physically as he pushed my hips down, something entered me and it could only be one thing. It was a tiny bit forceful, it hurt somewhat but soon we both good used to it.
"I knew this wasn't a massage.."
"You don't regret it, do you?" George chuckled as he read what I was thinking in my mind, no, I didn't regret it.
  I moved up slowly, attempting to get used to it because we hadn't done it like this since Layla was conceived, that was three years ago... Of course, we had sex after she was born— I couldn't go that long without him inside me.
  It started to feel nice for the two of us, no matter how much I wanted to, I had to keep all the moans in the back of my throat. It did start to hurt, they wanted to desperately come out and George wasn't trying too well..
  That imaginary wall that measures how close you are suddenly appeared in my head, it was getting even closer with every bounce I did. 
  "George.."
  He didn't answer, but I knew he was listening, he just was too concentrated in another world to form a humanely response that didn't result in moaning.
  I let out a few steep, sharp breaths, letting him now I was almost there, "I think.. you're massage is getting me...  close,"
  I could tell George was loving this, "Ohhhh.. keep doing that..."
Oh no, it was if what I said I just jinxed, I was dangerously close and I didn't think I could return or climb back down—it's fun to stall it or to stop so you get even more of a thrill, but with the pace, I just couldn't go back.
A rhapsody of supreme bliss and a feeling of satisfaction, I sat on him as I moaned loudly and so loud I couldn't even hear George anymore. I covered my mouth shamelessly as I recovered the still ongoing orgasm.
  "How's that.. for a massage?" George chuckled, holding my hips as I tried to gain back my energy.
  Layla had started to cry, well, it sounded like her. We woke her up, another oh no.
"Y/N.." George sighed, looking at me when I turned around, it was hard to look him in the eye after what we had done, it was quite embarrassing but awfully giddy.
I looked to George, his eyes were dim by the lighting but he was so gorgeous still, we both laughed at how we were still panting and looking nowhere a million dollars.
"You look so gorgeous," he smiled, it was as if was okay that he didn't finish, it wasn't! Layla cried some more.
I smiled at him, parting my lips as if I was going to kiss him, it'd be a bit hard to turn around now if I was going to carry on.
"What about Layla?"
"No, she's fine, she's probably had a nightmare...I don't know.." I said, turning back around to which I'd finish him off, like he deserved. Her crying stopped now and I thought it was hearing the sound of her parents in the room underneath her doing something she had no clue about. I abided, I was certainly sore and slightly sensitive but I knew he hadn't finished yet. It felt nicer with some pain. (😳)
  "Oh... Fuck..." George giggled in an attempt in hiding it. But his moan only making my knees weaker was extremely detectable was louder than his laugh. It was so hot, and it was inside me too, but he didn't make much of an attempt to hush himself but I continued to carry on and now he didn't care really and so he must have laughed to try and hide it. No point, she's awake now.
  I giggled as I halted to a slow rest on top of him, "George... that was one hell of a mass-" putting my hands on the lower half of his knees. The crying started again.
  "Go and get her, love," he sighed again, his breath turning into a breathless and heavily exhausted moan.
Upstairs after we had quickly rushed up, panting still, George rushed in, he had put his jeans sloppily back on, the belt wasn't even done up, "Layla, baby, what's wrong?"
I smiled at him as I walked into her room, feeling a lot less tired, he was like my caffeine. If so, I'll be needing a caffeine addiction very soon.
  I walked into Layla's room, slow enough so I could catch my breath and because George was already with her. I saw our little princess bawling her eyes out, it did ruin the moment but we'd do anything for our little girl.
  "Hey, hey, Layla, whats wrong?" George held her head in his arms, she wrapped her smaller arms around his arms, soaking his black turtleneck with heartfelt tears. I stood beside them
  "The... bogey... the bogeyman is real! I heard him,"
  "Y/N, tell her..." George suppressed a laugh of embarrassment that we both needed to share, it felt weird being up and running when three minutes ago your boyfriend just came in you..
  I frowned at him, why would I tell our three-year-old that her parents were...
  George giggled once he looked at my expression, I didn't understand what he meant... he pointed down to my lower half with his head before he spoke to Layla again, notifying me that something was wrong or something he couldn't tell with Layla here.
  George still had Layla in his arms, she sobbed some more, making her dad and I feel extremely bad. Forgetting what he just said, I looked down, it was covered slightly, realising I still wasn't wearing my pyjama bottoms. Naked.. still. Shit! I quickly pulled my pyjama top down, the stripes just about covering my bottom half.
"The bogeyman doesn't exist, Layla. It's made up, beautiful," I smiled as I held her warm hand, looking into her eyes now tired and puffy from crying. George wrapped his arm around me as we got up, tucking her in once more and surrounding her with her toys which would aid her from the 'bogeyman'
"Mummy," Layla pouted softly with her hand around her dad's finger, the size difference was so adorable.
"Did you hear the... bogeyman, mummy?"
"Oh, little love, don't think about it, it's a load of rubbish," I giggled, feeling so bad for my little girl, I played with her hair slowly, I could have just done with a massage... could I?
"It was.... uh.. Daddy," I stuttered, George gave me the wide eyes and frowned eyebrows once he thought I was going to actually tell her, "...he hurt his foot,"
"Is Daddy okay?" Layla began to tear up innocently, smiling at us both, we smiled back, she was so cute.
"I'm okay, my darlin'. Now go to sleep, it's late," George cooed as he brushed her hair with his fingers, he rubbed her cheek with his hand and at the same time, doing anything to erase that sound he made from her little mind.
"It was you she heard.." I laughed quietly as we shut the door to her bedroom, I whispered quietly into his ear, only giving him goosebumps, he held the side of my waist close to him as he walked us to our bedroom.
"Well, what if she thinks I'm the bogeyman..." he laughed as the door was opened by him, I had left my bottoms downstairs but I was too tired to get them.
"Well then you'll have to dress up like him... to prove he's handsome.. there's nothing to be scared of..!"
"That might make her believe in it more.. that the bogeyman actually exists.." George laughed as I jumped on the bed, still giggling to the fact we did that, and I wrapped myself in the duvet tiresomely.

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This was so embarrassing to write, how do you do it!!
Also, I based Layla of Eric Clapton, I love him!! <3
I hope you like this too, oh, and peace and love💖x