Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Pool Table

You stand on the opposite side of the room your in keeping away from Mark so not distract him from his photoshoot.  He leans over the pool table lining up the pool cue for a shot but remains still to allow the photographer to snap a picture of him. You stifle a laugh as Mark pulls one of his many self described 'smoldering' gazes, and the camera snaps a few more times to capture the new pose.

Something always strikes you when get the opportunity to watch him during a photoshoot. Mark stayed focused with each shot, his charm and sex appeal on display for everyone however, as soon as it is time to move on for a wardrobe change, he slips back into the casual and goofy Mark that you fell in love with first.

While you watch Mark walks to the opposite side shooting you a quick wink as he props himself on the edge of the table listening to the directions the photographer gives him. As he is distracted you let your eyes wander down his entire body the brown jacket that fits him snugly and the jeans that hug his backside and thighs so perfectly that you cannot help but stare at.

In the moment, you get lost in your thoughts. You think about how Mark's hands feel on your hips when he is caught up in his desire, the pressure his fingers place on your skin hurting so perfectly right that you can feel it in that second. More than anything, you want to tell the cameras to get lost so you can have Mark lift you up onto the edge of the pool table so he can have his way with you.

A sudden bright flash throughout the room pulls you from your thoughts, and you focus on the entirety of the room, trying to play off the fact that you are blushing furiously. When your eyes fall to Marks face you see his gaze on you already a wide grin on his lips as soon as Mark shoots a quick wink right back at you it is obvious that he caught you staring at him.

The photographer calls for a break soon after, and Mark sets the pool cut onto the table before he makes his way towards you. The blush quickly returns to your cheeks, and you break eye contact with him staring at the floor Mark stops right in front of you hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head back up.

"Maybe I'm mistaken," Mark begins to say quietly. "But did I see you look me up and down...and bite your lip?" You chuckle nervously pulling your lip between your teeth again as you give him your most innocent look. "Because if you did," he continues. "Then we're having sex...right now."

"Mark," you mutter. "There's nowhere to–"

"Table," Mark interrupts trailing one finger down your throat to hook in the collar of your shirt and pull you closer. "I can tell from the look in your eyes that You want me to take you over the edge of it, isn't that right babe?"

"On top of it," you breathe, eyes locked in with his. Mark chuckles quietly, leaning towards you to press a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. One of his hands pushes your thighs apart sliding up the inside of your thigh so he can brush his knuckles over your damp panties. "Oh, Shit," you gasp, taking hold of his wrist to stop him before someone notices both of you right now.

"Give me ten minutes," Mark whispers. "I'll get rid of everyone. I want you on the table panties off, and legs spread wide just for me ."