Imagine being at a Beatles concert. You look up at your boyfriend, George Harrison and you see him in a completely different way tonight. You've always known he was sensual, but while he played his guitar, he seemed so much more of a lover than before. You focused on each movement of his fingers and each expression on his face. He looked down at you, smirking, fingering his guitar and giving you a suggestive look. 'Oh, so that's how he wants to play it out?' You think to yourself. You were game. You looked up at him and your eyes made an invisible connection almost instantly. You licked your lip and bit it seductively, giving him a little wink. His eyes widened. You began to sway to the music super slow and you moved your hips teasingly. George's face was flushed. You could tell he wanted you because he almost missed a note. You smirked and pulled off your top just for a second, showing him his favourite bra underneath. You knew he loved that bra. His eyes widened even more and he skipped a few notes. John looked at him and gave him a glare and a look that said, "what the fuck are you doing, George?" George looked at him apologetically and then turned back to you, giving you an evil look. Oh how you loved that devilish grin of his. You began thinking about his 'fangs' grazing your skin and you couldn't help yourself. You wanted him. So bad. After the concert got over, George pulled you up onstage with him and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you in for a hug, and menacingly whispered into your ear. "Y/n, you made a hot mess of me up here today. Just wait till we get back to the hotel," you felt yourself shiver. You couldn't wait! The car ride to the hotel was cramped and there was no place so you had to sit on George's lap. Not that you were complaining, really. You saw it as an opportunity to make him melt under you. You loved teasing him because you knew that he'd take full control when you got back to your room. You squirmed around on his lap, trying to get yourself "comfortable". George whispered into your ear. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He sounded so innocent right now. Fuck. That turned you on so much. "Oh, I'm just.. Making myself.. A little bit.. Comfortable.." You said, rubbing on his growing erection. You could feel his cheeks go hot and you didn't have to see his face to know he was super flustered. John, Paul, Ringo and their girlfriends were all engaged in conversation. So they didn't really notice. The car went over a couple of speed bumps and your bounced on George's lap. He let out a soft whimper because of the sensation of your ass on his cock. That whimper earned a look from John, who smirked at George and gave him a little wink and a thumbs up. "That's my boy," he whispered and went back to his conversation with the rest of the band and their girlfriends. Finally. The car came to a halt in front of your hotel. You got off George's lap, and he quickly placed his hands near his crotch to hide his boner. You giggled at the sight of him, so helpless. You walked out of the car and into the hotel and you felt George grab you. "Funny, is it, love?" You looked back at him and smirked, "Hilarious," you gave him a mocking laugh. "Oh you're in big trouble, y/n," he said, with a stern look on his face. When you entered your room, George went from being the innocent boy trying to hide his excitement under you, to the dominant man, making you writhe with pleasure under him. He thrusted into you so hard that you let out a couple of cries. "Yeah, y/n, not so funny now, is it?" He growled into your ear. "N-no, George," you moaned. He smirked at you and filled you up with his member and he kept thrusting into you, hard and fast. You loved how this man had two sides to him. An innocent little boy, and a hungry beast baring his fangs at you.
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