George Harrison Imagines 🌻

{India}

Era: 1968
Smut

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You stared up at the ceiling of the small bungalow you and your husband were staying in. You had arrived in India about a week ago with John and Cynthia for a month long meditation session. But as much as you were enjoying India, you didn't care for the smothering heat which is why you were in the air conditioned bungalow instead of outside with your husband and the others meditating. But even in the bungalow, you were still hot.

You sat up in the bed and pulled off your flower printed dress and tossed it onto the floor. You let out a sigh of relief as you felt your body cool down and then laid back down on the soft sheets. You closed your eyes and slowly started to drift off to sleep until you heard your husband's voice.

"Well isn't this a lovely sight to see? Me wife laying in bed, wearing nothing but her knickers."

You reopened your eyes and saw George standing at the foot of the bed. "Hi." You yawned.

He chuckled. "You alright? This is the second day in the row you skipped out on meditating." He took off his shirt and climbed into bed with you.

"It's just this bloody heat. I'm just not used to it. You're not mad, are you?" You frowned.

"No, not at all love." The tone in his voice said otherwise. He crossed his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling

"You sound like you are. It's not like i don't want to meditate with you, it's just the heat. It's been driving me crazy."

"I'm not mad y/n. Perhaps a little annoyed but not mad."

"Maybe i should just go back home then." You sat up and crossed your arms to your chest.

"Maybe that would be best if you're just going to stay cooped up indoors the entire time we're here." George snapped. "A little heat isn't going to kill you, you know."

"A little heat?" You scoffed and glared down at him. "It's like 100% degrees here. It feels like we're in the bloody desert."

"Whatever, Y/N. If you actually respected the Indian culture, then you wouldn't mind the heat."

"Well I'm sorry i don't like being sweaty and smelly in front of people, George and feeling like I'm going to drop dead from heat stroke." You got up out of bed. You hated fighting with George, especially over his appreciation of Indian culture. Of course, you respected the culture. You thought it was interesting but you weren't overly obsessed over it like your husband was. He took it so seriously. Hell,there were days where you believed he loved it more than you. Tonight was one of those days.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking a shower. I feel like I'm about to pass out." You mumbled and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

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You closed your eyes and tilted your head back as the cold shower water cooled your overheated body down. Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap firmly around your waist.

"I'm sorry baby." George mumbled againist your shoulder before he began to pepper kisses on your wet skin.

"Hmmf."

"I really am. I know you respect the culture. And i definitely agree with you on the heat here. It's bloody ridiculous. The others complain about it too. If you want to go back to Kinfauns, then I'll understand although I'd rather you stay here and be with me." He murmured as lips traveled up your neck.

"I don't know what i want to do yet." You sighed as he nibbled at your ear.

"Hmm. How about i help you make up your mind on if you want to stay or not?" He pushed his hips further up against you. You felt his cock hard and stiff against the back of your thigh.

"Oh alright. I suppose you can." You giggled and turned around to face him. He smirked at you before he grabbed your face and kissed you rather roughly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed him to pin you againist the wall of the shower. He reached his hand down and pushed his fingers inside of you.

You gasped againist his lips which only encouraged him. He moved his fingers in and out. "You like that, don't you baby?" He purred.

"Mhmm." You whined and arched your back as his fingers exploited a sensitive spot. He moved them harder and faster.

"If you leave, you won't get to feel my fingers inside of you again for at least a couple weeks. We're planning on staying here until the end of August."

You groaned and he suddenly pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his cock. You sank your fingernails into George's shoulders as he pushed himself inside of you with a little bit of force. "I don't think ill be able to go a few weeks without making love to you."

"You have before when The Beatles toured." You moaned.

"We weren't married then. But now we are. I can't tolerate being away from you for one day, let alone a couple of weeks." George bit down on your skin as he thrusted.

You whimpered as you felt his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you.

"So please stay. If you have to be inside the entire time, that's fine.I don't care." George tightened his grip on your hips as he slammed into you.

You closed your eyes and yelled out his name as he fucked you up against the shower wall. Soon you felt the familiar tightening pressure in the pit of your belly. Your legs began to tremble as you neared your release.

George noticed this and instructed you to wrap you legs around his waist. You did as told. This position allowed him to go even deeper.

"Fuck fuck! George I'm close." You chanted.

"Come for me baby." George groaned.

You moaned loudly as you climaxed around him.

George, in response, aggressively pounded his hips into you desperate for his own release.

"Oh fuck y/n, baby. I'm there." George bit down on your shoulder as he emptied his warmth inside of you moments later.

You ran your hands through his wet hair as you waited for him to ride out his orgasm.

"So what's the verdict? You staying or you leaving?" He asked, still out of breath.

"I'm... staying." You kissed him lovingly on the lips.