George Harrison Imagines 🌻

{Midnight Tryst}

Era: 1963
Smut

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"George, no." You gasped as you felt your boyfriend press himself up against you and begin to kiss the back of your neck.

"Come on love." He mumbled againist your heated skin and pushed himself further up against you and that's when you felt his erection poke at your thigh. "I can't sleep when I'm hard as a rock. You know that." He whined.

"Well what do you want me to about it?" You groaned, somewhat annoyed at being woken up.

"I was hoping you'd take care of it for me." He mumbled.

You rolled over to face him which wasn't an easy task. You two were cramped together in a small sleeping bunk that was meant for only one person but George had insisted you sleep with him. "Are you crazy? John, Paul and Ringo are sleeping a few feet away from us."

"Yeah, so?" George wasn't at all fazed at the fact that his bandmates were indeed a few feet away in their own bunks. "They're sleeping. Please baby." He whined once more and began to tug on your knickers. "I won't last long."

"Why don't you just jerk off then? I don't see why you had to wake me up." You yawned and then sighed.

"Believe me I've tried but it didn't work." George said and slipped his hand underneath your underwear. Your eyes opened when you felt his fingers play at your clit. "Oh." You let out a quiet squeak as he rubbed harder.

You felt him chuckle againist your shoulder. "That feel good love?"

"Mmm yes." You sighed in pleasure but then he stopped and took his hand out.

"Wha-"

"I want you to sit on my dick." George demanded with a hint of impatience in his voice. George could get quite cranky when he was horny and you denied him pleasure.

"You're an ass-"

"And you're a bloody tease sleeping in nothing but your knickers knowing damn well what it does to me." George retorted back.

You sat up and glared at him for a minute and then glanced down at his cock that was straining againist the fabric of his boxers. He looked up at you as he waited for you to do something. "Please love. It hurts."

"Alright." You eventually said. You took a quick glance at the others who were still asleep. George lifted his hips up which allowed you to push down his boxers. His erection sprung free from its confinement and you heard George breathe out a sigh of relief.

You yanked down your knickers and quickly straddled him. You took his cock in your hand and positioned it. George's breathing got heavier as he watched you sink down onto him.

"Oh fuck!" He cried out. You quickly covered his mouth with your hand. "Quiet!" You hissed and slowly began to move. "We're not alone, remember?"

He nodded and rested his hands on your hips as you gently rode him. You closed your eyes and moaned as the bunk began to make a creaking noise from your movements.

"Bloody fuck!" George moaned and began to thrust up into you. You sank your nails into his chest in an attempt to get him to quiet down. You did not want the others to wake up.

"Ahh christ you look so hot riding me cock, taking it deep inside of you." George growled as his hips smacked up againist yours. You loved how vocal George was during sex. It was a bit ironic since he was considered as the 'quiet' Beatle. Quiet, your ass.

You buried your face in his shoulder as you felt your release nearing.

Suddenly George pulled you off of him and carefully rolled you both over so that he was on top. He forced you to wrap your legs around his waist as he pushed himself back inside of you.

"Mmm god George." You whimpered as his thrusts got intense.

Suddenly you heard someone curse in the dark. "Oh for fucks sakes you two! Really?" An annoyed John Lennon grumbled. "It was hilarious the first time, Harrison but now it's just getting fucking annoying." He was referring to the time where he and the others had watched George lose his virginity to a prostitute back in the Hamburg days.

Suddenly George jerked above you as something hit his back. "What the bleeding hell did you just throw, Lennon?"

"My boot. Did it hit you? I'm so sorry." John replied back sarcastically.

George sighed and pulled out of you. The mood lost.

"I'm sorry Georgie." You frowned and reached over to brush his hair out from his eyes. George kissed your wrist before he grabbed John's boot and threw it back at him.

"Ow! Fuckin' hell. Right in me face."

"That's what you get for being a cockblock."