Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Cookies

One day, as you angrily scavenged through the kitchen cabinets and drawers looking for some chocolate chip cookies Mark gets home carrying popcorns and some drinks for the movie session you had every now and then noticing that your swearing and extreme cabinet door shutting Mark asks softly: "Hey... Something wrong here ?" you stop your movements and place your hands on the edge of the sink "It's just the fucking cookies are fucking gone and I know for sure you had some and also I'm fucking horny but I'm like motherfucking olive oil so no cookies and no dick to fill my needs!!!!!!!" you replied furiously.

"Olive oil?" Mark questioned with a furrowed brow. "Yes" you replied, turning around to face him "Extra virgin" you exchanged looks and Mark started laughing really hard making it impossible for you to hold back the smile forming on your lips mostly because of his adorable laugh.

"Come here" he said gently, spreading his arms you walked right over to him wrapping your arms under his and resting your head on his shoulder. "Better now?" he asked still holding you tight you nodded your head releasing a muffled hm-hm. He always knew how to calm you down no matter what or how big or insignificant the situation was even if all it took was simple little gestures like a hug or a cupcake to brighten your day.

Breaking the embrace you start to walk away when he mischievously says: "You know those chocolate chip cookies...", you stop and turn around as Mark looks you in the eyes with a naughty look, "I ate them...". An amused shocked look spreads through your face as you drop your mouth open a cheeky smirk is planted on Mark's  lips as you sprint towards his way to scuffle him he grabs your hands with his managing to reverse the attack on you tickling your soft spots while you giggle like a school girl. All of a sudden your faces meet in an unfamiliar proximity you both stopped and your eyes locked Mark slides his hand to your lower back closing the small distance between your bodies your hands are on his biceps when he pushes his lips against yours sending a mix of new sensations as you grip his arms harder you move your right hand to cup his face as he holds your waist harder with both his hands.

Mark pulls away slowly releasing your bottom lip from his your eyes open lazily as your cheeks blush and your lips turn into a sweet smile you look at the his beautiful smiling face unable to help the feeling of bliss that takes over, all your troubles gone, and everything seems much less important than this moment. "Not bad for a first kiss," Mark said, "Not bad at all..." you replied, biting your lip, still not believing what just happened.