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♡ || I got my mind set on you... || George Harrison x Male!Reader. (Requested)

Warnings: NSFW, SMOKING, MENTION OF DRUGS USE, VULGAR LANGUAGE!

This is not made at all to sexualise george, nor mock him or his death. This is just for fun and to train my NSFW writing skills and to fulfill requests. Thank you, please do not judge.

In this story:

! Anal sex, gay sex, sub george harrison, edging, begging, degrading kink !

George's POV:

"Fuckin'ell...." George murmured as he fell out the bed, he was trying to reach the screaming alarm on his bedside table but the universe decided otherwise.

"Great, just fucking great!" He yelled, as he rushed to get some clothes while he stared at the clock...9 AM. He had to be in a studio for a interview an hour ago, the interviewer was probably asking himself where the hell George disappeared.

As his legs moved him faster to his bathroom to grab his toothbrush, he tripped on his cat in the hallway, begging for food as it was used to eat around 6 AM, when George would actually get up.

"Joss! Fuck! Im already late!" He said to his cat, like it could actually understand what he said. He trembled up, his legs felt like jelly, he couldnt actually remember what happened the night before as he swore to be sloshed and if not, on a couple of drugs, yet all his body ached like it got hit by a car.

"Whats happening to me today?!" The brown-haired man exclaimed again, his hand uncoordinated, trying to grab the toothpaste. He roughly brushed his long teeth, and runned downstairs to put on his shoes on the way to his car. And like everything wasnt already going shit, his car wouldnt start...

"Cmon! Cmon you skank!" He said, forcing the car but despite his attempts it wouldnt start. He just headbutted the steering wheel out of frustration, which wasnt the best idea...now his nose was bleeding, and the horn got the attention of most neighbours.

His thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the window, and George turned around to look. A charming, smiling man approached his car, and here his brain connected to the past days...a guy just moved in the next door, this was probably his new neighbour.

He quickly rolls down the window, poking his head out.

"Frustrated much?"

The charming boy asked, giggling.

"Yeah, today’s just a right load of shite! Everythin's gone proper pear shaped."

George responded, forgetting about the flowing blood out of his nose.

"Here. You don't look good."

The boy said, following by his hand giving out a paper tissue.

"i-i-i meant- as in health right now."

George chuckle followed the clarification, as he was smiling now instead of being annoyed.

"Im george."

"Im M/N. This is my first impression of you."

M/N said, as george busted out in a quiet laugh.

"Well my dignity has been already out the window for years, so who cares, eh?"

He then added, as M/N smiled.

"Want a ride to...wherever youre going?" M/N then asked.

"would be wonderful!" George responded happily, he got out the car and hopped in the man's.

He quickly got drove to the studio, where the boy gave him a happy nod before he watched george leave.

George couldnt help but feel that fuzzy, tingly feeling in his stomach when watching his smile...

Fuck, im just happy hes nice. Nothing more, right, george?...right?..

George's head couldnt help but say as he sat down on the chair for the interview and gave his biggest apologies....here we go, joj.

M/N's POV:

Oh george surely looked great, his dark hair, his fuzzy mustache, his soul-piercing eyes...Everything looked good about that man, but jesus, M/N was sure about not being straight...but he wasnt really sure about George. Maybe...he could try to understand it?...

The day goes fast, everything seemed to fade inside a forgetful blur when the day's next memories replaces the morning one, but still, george's eyes had a place in M/N's mind...The doorbell snapped him out the little hut he created in his mind with his thoughts, and george's voice made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey..Im sorry about...enter your house like this but...i got you cookies, just to thank you for saving my interview."

His footsteps became louder, as he approached the kitchen.

"h-hey, george. Dont worry, i didnt have nothing to do anyways."

M/N excused, george stood in front of him with a plate in his hands.

"Here." He handed over, as he took it and placed it on the kitchen's island.

"Wanna stay over for dinner? I accidentally made too much soup."

M/N said, his excuse sounded dumb as hell, but he wanted to know more about this charming, ex-beatle.

"oh, would be great!" He smiled, and took a seat at the table. "Your house is great."

"What? My house? Geo, you live in a literal park." George's eyes lit up at the nickname, he hasnt heard a nickname since his wife divorced him.

"what? Nah, its not that big." He tried to play it off, but he loved when people noticed that his estate was pretty goddamn big.

"No! For real! My house's a bug next to yours." M/n then defended, while pouring the vegetable soup in two bowls, then putting them on the table and taking a seat in front of george.

"so?..you live alone?"

"mhm." George nodded. "Me and my wife divorced a month ago."

"aw. Why?...i mean- if i can know."

George stayed silent for a second, before murmuring "she just liked another man."

"thats shit. Im sure she didnt deserve you."

"im not mad at her. Just.. disappointed. Thought for my whole life she wouldnt fall for him, but...i was wrong."

He then said, looking down and playing with the soup.

"big boys dont play with food." He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"piss off." George said, giving a little smirk.

The two pass the night on the couch, drinking wine and eating snacks while talking about everything that crossed your minds.

George looked a bit sloppy, kind of drunk.

"Well- p-people think my religion n-never got out of India! But i m-mean..theres more than 2 million hare krishnas in.. outside india!.."

He went over, gesticulating nonsense.

"I aint letting you go home like this..." He said, concern sparking in his eyes as george clearly looked too drunk to go out...and his house was at least 20 minutes far by car despite being neighbours.

"im-...im fine! I-i can drive!" George tried to fight, but gave in soon when M/N

Grabbed him in his arms and took him to his bedroom, dropping him on the bed.

George yelped softly, quickly starting to strip like muscular memory.

"No! Just your pants, okay?" M/n advised, while george kept undressing.

"fuck..right..sorry.." the man apologized, taking off his shirt too despite being told not to...

He grabs a pillow and a few blankets, getting on the floor, while george napped on your bed happily.

At 3 am, M/N felt a light tug on his shoulder, it was george.

"mh?.." He said, sleepily.

"i cant sleep." His Liverpudlian accent was thick, despite having left Liverpool a long time ago.

"close y'er eyes." M/N then added, turning around.

"no! Please, lets talk."

He begged, as m/n looked like a fish out of water.

"alright.." he then responded, turning around to face george.

"so..."

George trailed off, noticing the tent in m/n's pants...the physical contact made m/n pretty hard.

"jesus christ. You big." George joked, giggling.

"full 9 inches, eh?"

You said proudly, as george smirked.

"nine? And i thought i was big." George giggled.

"how big?"

"seven." George showed off, like a proud kid who just got a new rare card.

"not bad.." you said, as george was starting to get worked up too. He felt confused, he never thought about liking men.

"whats wrong, georgie? Cat got your tongue?" You said, smirking and getting closer.

"id say i prefer 'm/n got my tongue'..."

He smirked, as their lips crashed in a hot kiss. George pulled m/n on the bed, not pulling away.

Kissing hard, in the bed, without caring about anything else...fuck..

He tugged at his boxers's waistband, as george looked at his hands work on it.

He had a big, slight bulge...this was weird and out of george's league.

His cock quickly got exposed, so as m/n's.

In a swift movement, george grabbed the lube on his nightstand like he lived there too, and lubed your cock.

"put it in, quickkkkk..." George begged impatiently, whining like an hungry puppy.

His cock pressed against his pink, virgin hole...soon violating his entrance with a foreign body.

"a-ah! Ah..oh, good lord..."

George whined, grabbing his hilt as if non-verbally telling him to not go balls deep.

He gave him a few moments to adjust, before starting to thrust quickly. George's pleasure face looked heavenly, eyes half rolled back, mouth hang open...

"P-p-please!" He begged, while his legs trembled.

"please what, eh? Use your words..." M/n teased, while thrusting harder.

"f-faster..please.."

M/n obeys, thrusting faster like a madman, while george begged like a cheap whore..."deeper! Deeper!"

"arent you such a little slut, eh? Arent you?"

George's cock formed a bead of cum on his tip, he loved the degrading.

"sluts like you dont deserve to cum."

As george was about to cum, he pulls out, leaving george aching and spreading his cheeks while begging.

"noo! Please!"

He begged, before getting filled again. Fast thrusts send his thin body over the edge, making his whole being shake even harder.

"a-ah..ah..thank you..."

He wrapped his arms around george, before pulling out and falling asleep again.

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