Mark Owen Imagines!

Love Ain't Here Anymore...

You & Mark Owen were currently at a recording studio in the heart of London sitting on a long black leather sofa, waiting on the other lads to arrive, which consisted of Gary Barlow, Howard Donald, Jason Orange & Robbie Williams, to which Mark would then be able to resume recording some more songs with them in the booth for their current upcoming album.

The lads weren't expected to arrive for at least another hour or so at the most, as you & Mark had arrived at the recording studio alot earlier than you initially planned, due to him always being in a constant rush most of the time.

Not that it bothered you, because at least neither of you were ever late for any scheduled appointments, meetings or anything in particular, which in sense was a bonus at times.

As you both sat there on the long black leather sofa, Mark cosily wrapped his arm around your shoulders in pulling you closer to him, to which you had been scrolling down your phones screen on your social media account in reading the latest news headlines going on around the world, with Mark also on his phone, in playing Candy Crush Soda Saga.

It's not that you were bored in that very moment, you had just been passing the time in hoping that it would pass alot faster, in knowing that you had some sort of entertainment in the form of your phone in your hand.

But you were glad that you had your phone with you, as you perhaps would have just been sitting there alongside Mark, not doing very much & you knew that the time would of just severely dragged on & on forever to your dislike.

But knowing the lads wouldn't be there just yet, Mark had a devious little plan of possibly having a quickie with you, right there & then in the recording studio before everyone else arrived.

He had been feeling a little horny on the drive over, in him thinking up this devilish plan of trying to seduce you somehow, in him having his wicked way with you on that very long black leather sofa that you were both still currently seated on.

To which he then slowly removed his arm from around your shoulders, causing you to move forward slightly, so that he could take his arm back, in hoping that his little plan of his would truly work.

He then quickly placed his phone on the medium sized coffee table in front of him, before he then leant back & sneakily leant into you, to which he then began tenderly nibbling at your neck, to which he also placed one of his hands on your upper thighs, in slowly moving it up towards your crotch area.

To which you just laughed at him & shook your head, in curiously wondering as to what he was playing at, in thinking nothing of it at first.

Y/N: Mark, Stop it! (you playfully laughed at his sexual behaviour, in gently pushing him away from you)

But then a thought did cross your mind though as to whether he just wanted a little bit of attention or something, but you honestly thought nothing of it & just continued your concentration back onto your phones screen, in trying your very hardest to ignore Mark's current playful cute & cuddley self.

Especially since you knew full well that when the rest of the lads eventually arrived, Mark himself would immediately change from being all cute & cuddley with you, in becoming more of a professional in concentrating on recording their new upcoming album together in the singing booths & you literally wouldn't see him untill later on in the evening period as per usual.

That wasn't untill he leant back in for a second time round, with him nibbling at your neck again with his teeth, causing you to unexpectedly crane your neck at his sensual touch on you, to which you swatted him away, amusingly shaking your head.

It's not that you wasn't enjoying the sweet tender loving that Mark was currently showing you in that very moment, it was the fact that as he was kissing & nibbling away at your neck, all you could smell was booze on his breath that he had drunk the previous night before.