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.
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The Beatles Imagines
RandomBecause I was inspired to make imagines, so why not? :) Simple one shots. This is my very first imagines. Soo don't be mean. I'm sorry. I take requests :) Btw some stories will come or inspired from songs.