Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Dolls Are Creepy

You feel like a teenager again, sitting cross-legged on your bed with Mark sitting on his knees in front of you. Mark used your stereo to play a new album he heard about – Kylie something – and while it was not something you would have chosen to have sex to you want Mark to be comfortable. As you peer up at him, Mark straightens his glasses on his face clearing his throat as he leans in towards you giving you a soft kiss.

When Mark does not deepen the kiss, you take the opportunity to do so slipping your tongue into his mouth pulling a moan from him. Still he does not make much effort to return the intensity of the kiss and you pull back looking up into his eyes to find an answer.

"Am I being too pushy?" you ask, knitting your brows. "I'm sorry Mark I just thought–"

"No, no!" Mark replies hurriedly, grasping your biceps. "You aren't being pushy, it's just..." When he trails off, something that looks like panic flashing across his face as his eyes quickly cut past you for a brief second. As soon as Marks eyes look back to you he swallows hard and you shoot a glance over your shoulder in search of what is making him nervous.

"Baby," you say, looking back at Mark. "What's wrong?"

"Those....dolls..." Mark nervously, bites his lip and furrows his brow His nostrils slightly flared as he breathes hard. You stifle a laugh when you watch him give the dolls another look so you glance at them seeing nothing wrong with the two small stuffed bears sit on your chest of drawers.

"Mark," you smile, turning to him again. "Are you scared of stuffed animals?"

"That's ridiculous!" Mark answers loudly. "I know...that they're just some stuffed toys...but doesn't it feel odd? Like, they're watching us."

"Oh, so you think that my teddy bears are gonna be scandalized when I start sucking your cock, is that it?" you ask, tipping your head to the side and grinning at him teasingly. You notice the tinge of pink hit Mark's cheek, and he lets out a small sigh. "Do you need me to put them away?" you ask, licking your lips. "That way they don't hear your pretty little moans when you let me ride you. Or see how red your face gets when you finally come inside of me." Mark swallows again licking his lips and letting out a shuddering breath.

"Uh, yes," Mark mutters. "Please."

"I'll do that for you, baby," you chuckle, standing from the bed and moving across the room. You grab the Doll: and throw them into the closet turning around back to Eddie with a dramatic gesture of dusting off your hands. "There we go," you say. "Feel better now?"

"I do, yes," Mark nods, holding his arms out towards you. "Come back." You stick your bottom lip out, mockingly pouting to tease him quickly you pull your shirt off and slip your shorts down to your feet. Quickly moving right back towards him you kneel onto the bed and gently shove him to lay on his back. "You are so lovely," Mark whispers as you straddle his waist. "You take such good care of me."

"Mmm," you hum, grinding down onto him. "Now, why don't you show me what you were too scared to do to me in front of my bears, hm?"