Mark Owen Imagines!

Love Ain't Here Anymore...

You personally hated alcohol & rarely touched it yourself, only sometimes occasionally opting in for a small vodka on the rocks, mostly on special occasions though.

Y/N: Seriously Mark! Stop it! The lads are gonna be here soon! Plus your breath stinks of booze! (you pushed him away from you again, sounding alot more serious than before)

He legit just wanted a quick go around with you right there & then, in wanting to take your current focus off of your phones screen, in paying some attention to him instead for a short while.

After your second knock back in pushing him away, that truly didn't stop him in trying out his little devilish plan one more time on you.

So as he leant back in, this time round he immediately started biting your earlobe instead with his teeth, which caused you to unexpectedly let out a small moan of desire, in almost losing concentration on what you were currently doing on your phone.

Y/N: Ma... Mark, what are you doing?? (you couldn't help but slightly moan at his tender touch of his teeth tenderly biting at your earlobe, just the way you liked it)

At hearing you moan quite sexually in that very moment, Mark couldn't help but mischievously smirk to himself, especially since he knew how much it always turned you on whenever he would bite your neck just the way you liked it.

Mark: I want you babe. Right here, right now. (he arousingly whispered in your ear, licking his wet lips at you)

You immediately saw that by this stage, Mark had a boner bulging through his trousers & you couldn't help but still smell that nasty taste of booze on his breath again, which was also putting you off.

Y/N: What?? You do know where we are, don't you?? (you sarcastically laughed assuming he was just joking, but his face was full of lust & desire in wanting you)

Mark: Lets have a quickie, babe. (he teasingly whispered into your ears once again, nibbling at your collarbone in grabbing a handful of your breasts with his hands)

Y/N: Mark get off! I'm not doing it in a recording studio! I can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing!! Unlike you, I've got standards! (you coldy scoffed pushing him away, in remembering that one time you & mark did it in his car once)

Mark: Come on babe, it'll be fun. No one can us. All the windows in here are tinted for a reason, ya know? (he pleadingly explained with lust in both his eyes, wanting you soo badly)

Y/N: What & risk getting caught?? I don't think so Mark! If your that desperate to relieve yourself, then go knock one out in the toilet! (you scoffed at his pathetic childishness, shaking your head)

Mark: Come on. The lads ain't gonna be here for some time yet. We've got time for a quickie, haven't we?? (he leant back in, hoping you'd just give in to his needs of a quick shag)

Y/N: Mark I'm not doing anything in a recording studio. Your out of your mind if you think I'm just gonna let you fuck me on this sofa in a public area! (you sighed, pushing his grabby hands away from you, thinking how delusional he was being)

Mark just huffed & slumped himself back into the long black leather sofa acting like a spoilt brat, in being told that he wasn't allowed any sweets.

By this time, you had frustratedly put your phone back into your bag, which was on the medium sized coffee table, in being overly distracted by Mark's constant & persistent horny needs moments earlier.

You then got up from the long black leather sofa in walking over to the water machine on the far right hand side, to which you then grabbed a plastic white cup & poured yourself a nice cup of refreshing cold water.