The Beatles Imagines

More (John)

AlbalizMarie, part 2.

"We're going to record today, Johnny" Paul said on the phone.

"Alright, Macca."

"Don't be late, alright?"

I beamed and said, "Since when did I become late?"

"Since the first time we recorded" Paul simply said.

I grinned and said, "You know me too well, Macca."

We both laughed and said our good-byes. I then went back to the kitchen, where Y/N was cooking breakfast wearing only my shirt.

She's irresistible.

She was swaying and humming the song, Bad Boy, while making pancakes.

I can't help but smile widely at her. She don't seem to notice.

Last night was one of the best nights ever.

The way she clutched on my shoulder while I thrust unto her. Her moans, gasps, and movements just makes my head explode with insanity.

I can't explain why every time I go home from concert, or from the studio, it seems like I can't defy her presence.

Odd.

"John?"

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and said, "Yes, love?"

"Are you going to the studio today?" She asked, flipping the pancake.

"Yeah. I'm gonna be a bit late."

She paused for a moment and nodded.

"Alright. I guess I could clean the place up" she said.

"With only my shirt on? I'd rather watch you than go to the studio."

She giggled and blushed.

"Oh stop it, you."

I smirked and hugged her from behind. She tensed a bit, but quickly relax.

"I want to have you again" I whispered. I felt her shiver, which aroused me.

"Too bad, you're going to the studio" she said.

I playfully pouted.

"But Y/N, I gotta have you again" I whined.

She giggled and suddenly faced me then kissed my lips.

"You can't have me today."

I pouted, and she chuckled. She then walked away.

After we had our breakfast, I went straight to bath.

Minutes later, I went downstairs and kissed Y/N then finally headed to the studio.

It takes an hour going to the studio, but it's alright.

The things I do for love.

Although I wish Y/N is here. She would make everything not boring.

When I arrived at the studio, the lads were already there.

"Good Morning, John!" Paul greeted.

"Good Morning, Macca" I replied, beaming.

George and Ringo then stood up and greeted me too.

"Shall we start?" George asked, holding a cupcake.

"Where'd you get that cupcake, George?" I asked.

George paused for a moment and looked at his cupcake.