Mark Wahlberg Imagines

In His Arms

You had been EXTREMELY busy lately and hadn't had very much time for your boyfriend. You felt bad about it and you knew but he was also busy. It was senior year of high school everyone was busy. You just thought mark would run around with Peter or something.

You normally were at Mark's house every second possible but that had proven to be impossible as your english paper had been looming over your head for the past week. It needed to be perfect for you to pull up your grade which had slipped due to hanging out with Mark all the time.

You had finally finished and were happy with it, so you decided to text Mark , 'Can I come over?' Normally you just showed up but you hadn't talked to him about his plans and didn't even know if he'd be there.

'Sure.' That was all you got as a response 20 minutes later. What an attitude. You shrugged it off and put on the bra that Mark liked to try and make up for your lack of attention towards him and off you went.

The door was unlocked when you got there which was odd. Considering Mark always came to get you. Your feelings were a little bit hurt. You walked in and waved at Sara, "Hey Sara where's Mark?"

She motioned towards his room and you nodded with a smile trying to keep your happy face on. You'd ask her later if she knew what was going on with her older brother.

You knocked on the door and pushed it open when Mark mumbled a response. He was sprawled across his bed hair disheveled and his mouth puckered. Mark was also shirtless not surprised at all.

You didn't know how to feel You were slightly annoyed that Mark was treating you like this but also turned on. Mark just had that affect on you. "Mark...what's wrong?" You asked, shutting the door behind you. Mark's mom didn't care about basically anything which was nice.

"Nothing." He huffed sitting up and crossing his arms. This pissed you off.

"Cut the shit." You said basically storming over to him and grabbing his jaw, "Tell me what's wrong." You and Mark often got physical with each other not in a bad way but the two of you were both explosive at each other at times.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

Your heart sank with those words and your hand dropped. You sat down immediately, "No, of course not mark Why would you ever think that?"

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair his posture relaxing, "You've been distant this week. I thought I did something."

You frowned, "I told you I had that paper. I've been drinking coffee for 5 days straight. I haven't slept I'm also very exhausted and overwhelmed ." You looked into Mark's eyes. "Why didn't you tell me? I didn't realize."

Mark pulled you into his arms so that the two of you were laying down, "You know I hate asking you for shit, baby. It doesn't feel manly either. I felt like a bitch."

"You were acting like a pouty bitch." You giggled.

"Hey." Mark scowled but his face lit up into a smirk, "You know you love me pouty and needy." You bit your lip and nodded at him. Marks hand went up to your sweatshirt and pushed it up, showing the bra that he very much loved to see you in , "Ah who's the needy one now. Knowing I can't resist this bra."

And there was your Mark Back to normal again finally.