Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Too Much To Drink

A loud sound was coming from the hallway outside your room pulls you from your sleep. You jumped from the bed searching around the room for anything that you can use to defend yourself. Recalling that there was a baseball bat in the closet as you quickly cross the room quietly sliding open the pocket door and grabbing your weapon.

Another noise echoes through the hallway from the front of your house so you grip the bat tighter keeping cocked back as you slowly creep out of the door. Getting closer and closer to the front door you can hear some scraping, along with a hushed speaking that you cannot understand. Reaching the corner of the hallway leading into the the front of the house you rest your back against the wall for a moment and draw in a deep breath to calm your nerves. In one quick motion, you flip on the entryway light and spin around to face the now illuminated in the house your bat pulled back in preparation for an attack.

Mark is knelt on the floor staring up at you with his eyes widened in surprise. His hands covered in dirt are held in the air as a sign of surrender. On the floor beside him lies your peace lily that you kept on the entryway table, the pot shattered and soil spread across the floor. You can discern from the trails his fingers left in the dirt that Mark was trying desperately to clean up the mess he had made but he did nothing more than form a small pile and get the majority of it on his hands and jeans.

"Mark, what the fuck?" you ask, lowering your arms to the side and staring down at him.

"Babe," he replies, breathlessly, looking back at the mess before him."I ruined your plant I'm really really sorry."

"Are you drunk?" you asked him leaning the bat against the wall and moving in closer to your boyfriend. When he looks back up to you, there is a distinct flush to his cheeks and his eyelids are heavy, but he attempts to play it off by shaking his head and scoffing at you.

"Drunk? No, I ain't drunk."

"Mark," you sigh, holding your hands out to him. "Stand up." Mark takes your hands, allowing you to help him to his feet yet mark looks back to the mess on the floor with a sigh.

"Sorry I killed your plant."

"Look at me," you said catching his attention. Now you can notice that mark has managed to transfer some of the dirt to his face you laughed softly and brush it away from his nose and cheek. "Had a good night out with the boys ?" you ask. "Thought you'd come home and tear down the house?"

"I fell," Mark explained

"I'll clean it up in the morning."

"Good," Mark breathes, quickly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

"Mmm!" you exclaim against his mouth, grabbing onto his biceps and forcing him back from you. "Mark, what are you doing?"

"Kissin' you," Mark muttered. "Thought it was obvious." He tries to move back towards you for another kiss, but you once again push him back, much to his dismay. "Babe," Mark whispers. "C'mon, lemme kiss you. All I could think about tonight was comin' home to give you some of this." Mark punctuates his statement by grinding his hips against you for a moment.

"'Some of this'?" you echo, with a laugh. "Wow, you're really lame when you're drunk."

"Look, I ain't at a hundred percent, alright I'll give you that...but I just want to love on my girl a bit. What's wrong with that?"

This time, when Mark dips his head closer, you do not deny him but give him the opportunity to kiss you again. Marks lips are inexplicably soft against yours, his tongue desperately forcing into your mouth to touch yours. You cannot help but whimper softly at the way he kisses you, and the taste of hard liquor on him. His hands are on your hips spinning you around and pinning you against the wall. He grinds against you allowing you to feel his cock pressing against your thigh.

"Fuck Mark," you gasp, breaking away from the kiss.

"Need you so bad right Now ," Mark mumbles, now kissing along your neck. "Me and the boys was playin' Pool and I got hard thinkin' about fuckin' you on that bloody table." Mark bites your skin harder than you expect him to at the moment pulling a soft gasp from your lips. "Sexy little noises you make," Mark mutters. "Come here ."

Mark stoops slightly grasping your thighs and pulling you up into his arms. You hurry to steady yourself by grabbing onto his big shoulders and hooking your ankles behind his back. As Mark begins to walk you back to the bedroom his steps falter and you feel him begin to stumble slightly.

"Mark!" you yelled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders completely and pressing harder to him to avoid falling.

"Steady now I am not gonna drop you silly ."

Once you are in the bedroom, Mark sets you onto the bed taking a step back to look at you through half lidded eyes. You moved your body  higher onto the bed as you peered up at him beginning to feel your body heat up from your arousal. Mark snatches his hat off of his head and drags his jacket from his arms dropping them both to the floor. As you continue to watch Mark it becomes clear just how really intoxicated he is. With each move Mark stumbles and as he tries to remove his shoes, he nearly falls over completely onto the floor.

"Mark," you said watching him drop forward onto the bed rolling onto his side as he still struggles with the same shoe. "Mark, babe, you are really drunk right now." For a moment mark stops his actions, and then tips his head back to look at you upside down. When a gentle smile spreads over your lips, Mark sighs, letting go of his shoe and relaxing flat on the bed.

"Yeah id suppose you're right," Mark mutters. "I'm...pissed."

"I know, baby," you laughed softly, climbing out of bed and making your way around to stand in front of him. Mark watches you carefully remove his shoes throwing them out of the way before you begin to unbutton his pants.

"I'm never drinkin' that much again."

"Well, that's a lie," you chuckle, as Mark maneuvers where you can pull his jeans from his legs. "Under the sheets."Mark nods slowly rolling onto his stomach and lazily climbing towards the head of the bed. As you clean up the clothes he had all around the floor you give him quick glances to make certain that he is getting comfortable.

"I'm gonna fuck you in the morning so hard babe."

"Oh, really?" you laughed as you pull back the sheets enough to join Mark beneath them. "Is that a threat mark ?"

"No it's a promise," Mark nods his eyes closed and a lazy smile on his lips. "Well Goodnight babe."