i've been over his house before. he was my best friend, my tutor, the one i could go to for literally anything. his name was george. he was a sweet gentle gorgeous boy, and i was evidently besotted with him, i just couldn't bring myself to say anything about it.
it was the morning of may 21, 1967 however, my life was going to change. i was in the kitchen to his place as he walked downstairs. he wore nothing but gray boxers and a long loose white tshirt as his hair lay a mess on top of his head. he scratched at his mustache, while i sipped the end of the black coffee at the bottom of my mug.
i had came over that morning. he was nice, as usual. he had made me my normal coffee and waffles, before descending back upstairs only to return 5 minutes later in the state i just described. he looked almost invisible to me as i mentally undressed him. i liked sneaking around with him, it was fun for my parents not to know, and his to not care. i gnawed on my lip while i slid the mug aside.
george cocked an eyebrow before getting the hint i wanted something much more appetizing. he subtly chuckled to himself before walking closely to me,
"is that why you keep coming around here?" he whispered, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
i gulped at the rasp of his voice, while i nodded softly, "matter of fact, yes it is."
"naughty girl." he scoffed, hiking me up. our body heat suppressing the other. i let out a light moan while he shushed me almost immediately. he grasped my ass cheek, pushing my body closer to his before yanking my white tank top off. george grunted at the sudden mood change, but he didn't care. he also didn't care that i was 21 and he was 24.
"christ julia." he moaned.
"take me." i groaned. he nodded as he laid me down on the table. the mug shattered against the floor while george grunted, ripping his long white tee off. his bony body became visible while i gnawed on my lip.
he stripped his boxers off as i did the same to the rest of my clothes while he opened my legs, "fuck, you're glowing."
"all for you," i whispered, watching his every move, "don't worry i'm on the pill."
"perfect." he mumbled, before he quickly thrusted inside of me. i moaned at the sudden contact, making george move me back and forth.
i tilted my head back while george sped up incredibly. i clutched the beige tablecloth beneath me as george smacked my hand away, "clutch me instead. leave marks all over my body julia. i'm yours." he whined in my left ear.
i moaned at his words while i snaked my hand through his hair clutching it almost instantly. he let out a loud gasp, indicating he liked it and wanted more.
"go on. don't be afraid to make me feel it. i'm making you feel something, right?" he smirked.
"y-yeah." i nodded, blushing deeply.
"good. just enjoy this babe." he smiled, hitting an unbeknownst spot.
my body jolted upwards while i marveled out his name. he moaned as well, hitting all my spots. my moans increased, as i kissed him sloppily.
"mmm julia. you feel so good." george whined.
"yeah so do you george mmm." i beamed gently.
he kissed my neck as he sucked it a bit roughly. my breathing felt like fiery waves as george kept pumping into my limp body. i shot my legs up into the air, only for him to run his veiny hands up them, bringing them down onto his shoulders as he sat up straight. his hair, now sweaty and stuck to his forehead, made me smile just looking at him. he wore a mischievous smirk on his face as he thrusted harder and at different angles. i let out a loud moan while we continued.
"gonna cum." he announced as he tipped his head back, releasing hard.
i moaned, releasing too as we made out.
"mmm fuck that was good." i blushed.
"yeah it was." he smirked as we cleaned up then went on with our days.
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george harrison imagines
Fanfictionjust a book of imagines featuring my favorite beatle and myself! i hope you all enjoy🥰🥺