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gyeomsweetgyeom · 13 days
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[2:17 pm]
This was supposed to be a quick trip. You needed some new pillows, a new plant, and Mark was really just along for the ride. He was in it for some Swedish meatballs, a slide of chocolate cake, and fruit flavored sparkling water. But somewhere in the time from the entrance to about the eighth showroom, you forgot about what you needed.
"I think this one is nice, but the paint on the walls makes the room feel too small," Mark hummed.
"Since when are you an interior decorator?" You asked with your arms crossed while you surveyed the room.
Mark laughed and you both moved onto the next showroom, a kitchen.
"This is nice! I like this island here and the gas stove," Mark mumbled to himself. He walked around the space, dragging his hands over the surfaces while he looked at the lighting fixtures.
He walked over to the stove and lifted the lid from the pot. He grabbed a wooden spoon from the wall and turned to you with a bright smile, "Oh good! You're finally home, honey. I was just starting on dinner. How does spaghetti sound?"
Despite the nagging voice in the back of your head telling you this was supposed to be a 'quick trip,' you played along. You walked over to him and pecked his cheek, "it smelled delicious. I had such a long day. It feels great to be off my feet."
You slumped into a stool at the island. Mark pulled open cabinets and pretended to shake things into the pot, "long day at the office?"
"The longest! Stupid Becky from HR was such a pain today. Honestly, she never shuts up! But anyway, how was your day, babe?"
Mark giggled, turning to you while holding the pot with both hands, "Not as long as yours, but long enough that I don't want to dirty any bowls. Let's eat."
You both pretended to twirl your forks in the pot, slurping up noodles and giggling at each other each time you made eye contact.
"It's the last noodle," you said in an amazed voice.
"Lady and the Tramp it!" Mark pretended to slurp up the noodle with puckered lips while you did the same.
You slowly moved toward each other until your lips finally touched. The kiss was short and sweet, a kiss that quickly turned to you both laughing with your foreheads pressed together and the tips of your noses touching.
"Thanks for making dinner," you smiled brightly.
Mark shrugged, "it was nothing fancy, anything to make you happy, honey." A loud grumble sounded from his stomach, "Hey my pretend spaghetti was good, but now I need some real food."
"I need my pillows first!" You exclaimed.
You both left the kitchen, hand in hand. "I actually really liked that island, maybe we could remodel the kitchen," Mark told you while you made your way over to the bedding area.
"Maybe we can just try a rolling island cart to see if we like it," you grabbed two pillows and put them under your arm, "time for real food?"
"Please, I need some lingonberry soda!" Mark cheered.
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markiemelon · 13 days
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double take
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genre . fluff
pairings . mark x gn!reader
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2:34 pm ─ ੈ♡˳
outside the mall, you stood waiting for your ride. and walking out of the mall, a boy was passing by. he caught your attention, so you stared. you didn’t do it very discretely, because he noticed, gave you a friendly smile, and continued walking.
you watched him walk off, but you looked away when you noticed him turning his head back to make a double take at you.
he quickly turned his head away once he noticed yours was turning back to look at him. It went on like this for a moment.
it excited you. were you his type? or did you have something on your face?
now he was turning around, making his way over to where you were standing.
he looked confident while approaching you, but he was a mess as soon as he opened his mouth. “uhh hi can i get your number? if you don't want to that's totally fine- i just-"
you smiled and held your hand out, as if saying 'yes, give me your phone, i'll put it in."
but he didn't really get it. he almost had it, but not quite. instead, he responded to your gesture with a high five. “so is that a yes?” that boy was smiling ear to ear.
you just went along with it. you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.
“um. yes.”
“oh cool.” he nodded. “here, you can type it in.” he handed you his phone, but you couldn’t help but laugh. he was cute. awkward, but cute.
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alicanta77 · 11 months
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Mark sat off the edge of the bed, leaning back in between your legs as you ran your fingers through his golden locks.
“I think this may be one of my favourite looks on you.” You murmur.
Mark simply hummed in response, the comforting feeling of your fingers through his hair lulling him into a sleep. Although he hadn’t been as sure of his hair when it first got changed, he couldn’t deny that your reaction had made him want to never change it.
You pulled lightly at certain strands, twisting them into styles and holding them in places that vaguely resembled a barbie hairstyle.
Mark’s head lulled, almost falling down as he woke himself up from the sudden drop of his head.
“Talk to me?” He asked, and you leant down and placed a kiss on the back of his head in response.
This had become a common occurrence for the two of you. Mark was so constantly busy that he found it difficult to fall asleep when it was completely silent. Your voice was also calming for him to listen to so he often asked for you to tell random stories when he was trying to sleep.
“Any story in particular?” You asked.
“Something mythical...” He responded, his voice dozing off at the end.
You thought for a second before beginning your favourite greek myth. “There was once a man named Orpheus, who was a very talented musician who played the lyre that was given to him by Apollo. His wife Eurydice was out in the forest with nymphs one day...” And you continued your story.
While talking you were still separating pieces of hair and folding them over themselves and bringing more hair in each time. You gently continued the plait down his hair, before beginning on the next one. As you finished what you were doing, your story came an end, and you knew Mark well enough to tell he had fallen asleep. You also knew that at some point you would have to wake him up to bring him into bed. But for now, you were both happy with how you were. You sat on the bed with Mark in between your legs, his head resting on your right thigh.
You gently stroked his face, watching as he smiled subconsciously at your touch.
God you loved him.
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ismileeprnc · 1 year
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09:09 (ᴇᴘ5 ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs)
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Mark coming in from schedules and seeing you lying across your shared bed in one of his old t shirts that had ridden up a bit, revealing his favorite blue panties, fast asleep.
Usually he wouldn’t bother you and would just crawl in behind you, joining you in slumber but you wearing thee panties, causing the fabrics of his sweats to tighten around his growing cock.
Mark silently crawls on the bed behind you, taking the strands of hair that were covering your neck, he gently pulls them away before attaching his lips your skin.
The action causes you to stir a bit but not quite enough to wake you up. Regardless, mark continues his administration to your neck and brings his hand up to your hip, rubbing it a couple times before slipping it down your front to slot it between your thighs.
Stirring again he then moves up to press hot kisses along your jaw. You hum, sending vibrations to his lips as he came up more to finally plant them on yours.
“Mark?” You mumbled between the kiss.
“It’s me baby.” He pecks your lips, “gosh you look so pretty wearing my shirt.” He kisses you a few more times.
You feel the tip of his finger press against your bud, eliciting a gasp from you.
“And my favorite panties.”
Mark’s finger now circles around you when you gaped your legs open to give him access. He then slides between your fold, tip toeing around your entrance just so he can hear you whine.
He chuckles against your cheek and presses a kiss to it, “gonna let me have a taste?”
Nodding frantically, “lay down for me pretty girl.”
You turn over on your back while he climbs into position between your legs, being eye to eye with your pussy.
Without warning, he run the pads of his fingers over you through the fabric, collecting the fresh arousal on them.
Truly you were pretty; laid out for him, wiggling your hips to get more friction. Taking the panties from the side, mark pulls them over with a little dramatic gasp, merely to tease you as if it was his first time seeing you.
He licked his lips at the sight of your juices smeared between your folds, desperate for a taste. Mark looks up at you being met with your “fuck me” eyes. He smirks and moves a little closer to lick a single stripe against you as a trial.
Your juices instantly dancing on his tongue. A taste he could never get tired of.
At this point, there was no going back. Mark dives back in to swirl his tongue over your bud a few more times for you to get use it. After that, he starts eating you out like a starved man.
Alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue cause he knows that’s what gets you going. Also bring his fingers into the mix. Mark lets go of you with a wet pop then taking two fore fingers and slipping them in your hole.
You moan and throw your head against the pillow as he immediately goes to pumping them in and out at the same rate of his tongue which he places back on you to stimulate your bud.
The noises of it were so lewd along your moans as you could feel a knot tightening in the pit of your stomach, knowing your orgasm wasn’t far off.
Mark speed up the pace of his fingers that they were blistering out of you.
“Markkk! I’m gonna come!” You wailed, trying your best to keep your legs from enclosing around his head.
His fingers continue to pump, “come for me pretty girl.” And kisses your trembling thigh.
The knot in your stomach snaps a second later, sending your body into a frenzy but mark is there to hold you and help you through it by whispering praising in your skin until you came down from your high.
The room is then left with your uneven breathing and the little sound of smooches from mark. When he felt it was okay to withdraw his fingers, he did so, loving how they were covered in a sheen of your cum.
With that deep chuckle, mark crawls over you so you’re face to face and taps your lips for you to open. He watches with a little smile you cleaning his fingers off until not a single drop was left.
“Good girl.” He moves in to kiss you, able to taste you on his tongue and pecks you once more, resting his forehead against yours.
“Good girl.”
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daegall · 8 months
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Bewitched.
pairing: bf!mark x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, college!AU
warnings: mentions of cheating (a past relationship)
word count: 1.2k words
a/n: happy late mark day!!!!!! our watermelon boy deserves the whole world <3 wrote a little drabble a little too late, so I hope you'll forgive me for that (had a very busy first few weeks of school!!) anw, other than this, i think im gonna start of my spidermark fic!!! (if i get motivation lol) i hope you guys enjoy <3
networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy @justalildumpling <3
🎧 :: Bewitched (Laufey)
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The last time you dated someone was in your junior year of high school, before swearing off boys after the boy you had been with cheated on you. Plus, you needed the extra hours to get ready for all your AP exams and your final year of high school.
But now, you find yourself in your second year of college, and with another guy.
Mark Lee is unlike any guy you've ever met in your whole life. Who could be so human, yet so flawless? He was so raw and was never afraid to show himself to anyone, and god knows he was the one to make the first move. How could you ever, after being date-less for more than 2 years?
Nonetheless, you find your rhythm with him quickly, naturally, everything falling into place as if it's always supposed to be like this.
And here you are, walking in the lonely streets of the city, clock indicating you've been out long after the curfew you had given yourself in the beginning of the year.
Fuck that curfew, because you would trade anything for this moment, laughing at Mark's lame dad joke, bumping your shoulder with his.
It's been so long since you've felt so genuinely happy with someone, someone you could be yourself around and not be scared, someone who could match your energy just as easily.
Mark plays the guitar. He showed you on your second date, when he came back from a tutor session (he teaches kids, for fucks sake! He's perfect!) and was fully willing to play a few songs of your choice. That was the first time you felt fully comfortable with him, and felt okay to be yourself around him.
He likes watermelons. He adores watermelons, more than he should. On a random hang out to the local market, Mark unintentionally charmed up one of the store ladies, running his mouth on and on about how much he loves watermelons, eventually ending up in getting a free watermelon. You found the way he grinned and cradled the watermelon adorable.
Mark takes his time.
'It's better that way, kinda like fermentation, you know?'
You get what he meant just a little bit, but with every moment spent by his side, you completely understand. He takes time to write his songs, even when he gets a surge of inspiration in the middle of the night, staying up until 5 in the morning just for 1 verse.
Another thing he claims he wants to take his time on, is your relationship. He had asked to be your boyfriend about a month into your little situationship, and he does not rush into things.
It's a nice change of pace, you admit. The 2 other guys you had been with both definitely rushed into things very fast, and you felt way too overwhelmed by the speed. With Mark, you don't have to worry. He'll wait for you.
When you had asked him for the reason he would even try waiting, your heart seemed to be plucked from your chest, taken into the warm and (not so) safe hands of Mark Lee.
'The best things are worth waiting for. You're worth waiting for.'
And now here you are, and you want to savor each moment spent next to Mark, taking your time.
He's walking you back to your apartment, after a date to the movies. You barely even paid attention, you really were just there for the popcorn and soda, and maybe just a little cuddle with Mark.
"Thanks for tonight, Mark," You mumble with a smile as you two halt in front of your apartment lobby. He beams at you, grinning.
"Thank you too, Y/n, I really liked tonight,"
He looks absolutely dreamy right now. So cozy with his sweater and baggy jeans, the genuinely smile tugging at his lips, the sparkle in his eyes. You continue to observe him, not wanting to let go of the oddly intimate moment.
He seems to think the exact same thing, reaching out to take your hand in his, swinging it side to side as his gaze shifts from your eyes, to different parts of your face, and back to your eyes.
Mark's thumb stokes across the back of your palm, and it's like a spell, disabling you from taking a single step away from him. He's got you bewitches, and you don't mind one single bit.
Finally, be breaks the spell, tugging you closer to wrap his arms around your waist. Your own automatically circle around his shoulders, hands settling for the hairs on the back of his neck, playing with the strands, just like how he always asks you to do.
"Call me once you get to your room, okay?" He murmurs with a smile, tilting his head to the side. He's got an adoring look on his face, entranced.
"I promise, Mark." You respond, taking one hand back to hold your pinky up, urging him to do the same.
That's exactly what he does, taking his hand off your waist to wrap his pinky around yours gently. "Good."
With one more sway of your intertwined fingers, you pull away, slowly, as if to remember every little detail. "I better go to my room now then, huh?"
"You do that,"
After what seemed like hours, you peel away from each other, parting. There's no sadness, not a single bittersweet smile, because you know he'll be there for you, always. As you will be for him as well.
"Goodnight, Mark!"
He simply waves as he watches you walk away little by little, each step resonating through his ears, along with his heartbeat.
Mark Lee likes to take his time. He's always preached this. But now, as you walk away, it's like his clock quickens a tenfold, and you have a string to his heart, tugging on it.
Before he knows it, Mark's reaching out, jogging slightly, calling out your name. "Y/n!"
You feel confusion flood over you at the sudden call of your name, turning to reply, but you don't even get to. Mark has his arms around you, leaning into you, as his lips place against yours clumsily.
'Take your time,' you've always told yourself. And yet, you don't even waste a second to reciprocate the kiss, head tilting to the side with a sigh.
'Take your time,' Mark remembers saying over and over again. He's wanted to kiss you for months, he's taken his time, and it feels perfect. He knows its perfect as his lips part to deepen the kiss, he knows there's nothing better as his hand cradles your cheek, the other wrapped around your waist.
You know as well, as your knees grow weak, as your lips smile against one another, as he leans in for yet another kiss as you pull away, chuckling into his skin.
And when you pull away, Mark Lee looks even dreamier than before, if it was even possible. He's got a goofy smile on his lips, the lips that had just kissed yours, his eyes shining with nothing but absolute pure love for you.
"Goodnight," He mumbles.
"Goodnight," You echo back, smiling at him. "a-and, thank you,"
Mark chuckles, shaking his head, as he pulls away from you, stroking your cheek one more time. "Hey, can we make this a thing now? Can I get a goodnight kiss every time I walk you back after a date?"
"Go home, Mark! It's late!" You push him away playfully, shooing him away.
"Fine, fine!" He throws his hands up in a surrender. He has an awfully boyish smile on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief. "We'll see tomorrow, after I take you home after our date, right?"
Mark Lee has you bewitched.
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doeilovr · 10 months
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[2:02 AM]
It was cold outside, you had your arms crossed in front of your chest in an attempt to feel at least a bit warmer.
You were waking down the street some time after midnight, the full moon and the stars were shining and you could hear waves crash softly in the distance.
Next to you, arm brushing yours every now and then, was your crush.
You've spent the entire summer with him, meeting for coffee in the mornings, going out for lunch, taking a swim or getting kind of drunk after work at night. It all happened at least once.
Another thing that happens at least once - having a crush. And so for this summer - for the first time in your life - you had a crush. And it was no other than Mark.
"So you will leave early tomorrow?"
Marks voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
"My friend is gonna take me to the airport at 12", you bit your lips.
This was your last night, the last time for you to see Mark for god knows how long. It hurt a bit.
"Ah, that's nice."
You hummed, feeling slightly awkward.
The thing about your crush on Mark was that Mark himself knew about it. You told him, you confessed.
And you talked it out, settling on being good friends, because Mark was still getting over a fairly recent heartbreak.
And you had cried days and nights. But it didn't matter anymore, you got over your pain and accepted the situation and Mark's decision. After all, what else could you have done.
"I think it's sad", Mark chuckled, "it's sad we're all leaving and this summer is ending."
You nodded, "yes I know."
You had almost reached your apartment, Mark having insisted on walking you home.
"I think we will probably not see each other for a while after tonight."
You glanced over at Mark and you weren't sure if it was because of the cold or if he was holding back tears, but he sniffled a few times.
"Do you still want to be in contact with me even after you leave?" Mark asked very carefully.
"What? Of course, I want to, if that's okay with you?" You looked at him, stopping in your tracks as you were now standing next to your front door.
"Yes me too", Mark smiled, "I would like that."
You smiled too.
"Alright, there we are, so, there is one more thing I want to say", Mark paused, stepped closer to you. "You are very lovely and I wish I could give you what you want and deserve. "
"Mark", you whispered. It hurt a bit.
Mark gave you a half smile, his eyes glistening. "But my heart is not well and before I can't fix it, I don't think I should give it away. You deserve a strong heart and all the love in the world."
Your eyes burned, "No, Mark. I just ask for you."
"Maybe when we meet again my heart will be fixed. And then, if you are still interested, we could try again."
Mark grabbed your hand and squeezed it.
You held back tears as you looked up at him. You understood it and altough you just asked for him to stay by your side, you understood that he needed space and time to heal.
There wasn't a lot you could say or wanted to say. Now you needed time, too.
You softly smiled. "Okay."
Mark smiled too and pulled you into a long hug. "I'll come visit you next month, as planned."
You stepped back and smiled widely. "I'll ask you again then. Is that okay?" Your eyes were sparkling with hope.
Mark chuckled softly. "Ask me again in a month, yes."
"Okay, I'll see you then", you waved at him and stepped back even further to where your door was. "Wait for me."
"I will", Mark nodded, watching you disappear inside your apartment building.
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haechsauce · 8 months
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[11:57 am] frat boy!mark dresses up as spider-man for this month’s fictional character day in the literature department. so, when he sees you dressed up as gwen stacy, he doesn’t waste time standing on the cafeteria table in front of you.
he shouts, “one-on-one tutoring sesh in my place tonight, gwen?”
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neo-nymph · 2 years
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freeuse!AU where nerdy high school mark is constantly being used by the horny popular girls at his school as a cute sex toy. They always fawn over his cute stutter, rub their hands over his toned body and throw themselves at the first sight of him for a chance to use the girthy monster cock hiding shyly in his pressed slacks. They palm his flaccid muscle during biology, making flirty remarks and batting their long lashes while he tries his best to focus on his textbook and note taking. His skin is turning pink and his cock is gradually hardening until his book is shut by a soft hand in the middle of his studying. The pretty girl next to him takes Mark's flustered face between her palms as she throws her leg over his thighs to straddle his body and says earnestly "You're such a cutie Markie". She smells sweet, like vanilla. her lips are plush as they tweak into a suggestive smile and her breasts,, barely covered by her thin crop top, are right in front of his face. Poor, pure mark is so distracted by the bulging flesh that he doesn't notice his pants have been tampered with until the tip of his fat cock is pushing into a warm wet hole, stealing a deep groan from the back of his throat. The pretty girl bites her lip as her muscle is stretched around the delicious toy. She bounces on his cock in the center of the classroom, loud and unapologetic about the pleasure literally pumping into her. She grabs one of hands that gripped his chair and forced him to grip her breast instead, sighing and throwing her head back at the feeling.
Mark gets used all the time for things like this. Pretty girls always fighting for a chance to sit on his face, ride his thigh, or persuade him to ram his member into their tight cunts. Mark didn't understand why the girls always wanted to use his cock and not their boyfriends, or one of the guys on the sports teams. It kind of scared Mark when he caught sight of the football players staring angrily at him in the hallways as one of their girlfriends got on her knees for him to choke happily on his thick cock. But it was that humble, shy, sweet innocence coating his being that made his dick so delicious and addictive in the first place.
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hanibalistic · 2 years
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#01004A | MARK LEE.
genre | romance, fluff
word count | 1880
warning | none​
note | mark lee being in love !!! is a concept !!! i like to think about !!!
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"how does it feel to let people down all the time?"
mark paused with an uncontrolled chuckle. he debated his response as he pressed the tip of his lead pencil against the class record book repeatedly, his mind blanking out the middle of the sentence he was writing, thus leaving dots of lead on the paper instead.
"well–um, haha!" he cleared his throat after a gentle voice crack, then he let out an uncontrolled chuckle again. it sounded almost identical to the last one he let out. mark shook his head at this ridiculousness before he spoke, "when you phrase it that way, it makes it sound like i disappoint people all the time."
"you do," you said without a beat's passing, your eyes still focused on the window of your classroom where a sullen girl had gone by. "don't you?"
mark blinked with a dejected yet amused smile. he had no idea why he was trying to defend himself when what you said was technically true. he does, in fact, have to let people down a lot.
it was only the start of the year, and he had already gotten plenty of love confessions from people from all corners of this town.
from the girl in cram school, the junior he was tutoring for an extra credit program, the senior from music club, and the boy he meets every morning at the bus stop. And, just then, a girl next class. he let all of them down by giving out countless rejections, and he has seen numerous disappointed smiles. he assumed things would get more hectic as valentine's week rolled to its red carpet entrance.
"it's not like i want to reject them," mark said, scribbling on the record book. "you can't fault me for who i didn't fall in love with."
you hummed thoughtfully and audibly; the tone he has long learned to recognize to mean that you have something insightful to say. he waited in silence for you to speak, his concentration hanging on his written words and his patience. he didn't notice it, but the class was unsatisfactory today, according to the teachers' remarks.
"move your hand, mark," you muttered suddenly as you reached over and tapped at his hand with the eraser tip of your pencil. he complied easily, glancing from your end of the table to the record book before him, then he heard you sigh. you asked, "did you not get the teacher's signature after school?"
"huh? uh, i didn't, i guess..." he replied with a drop of his voice. his attention was elsewhere.
mark suppressed a smile when he saw you glare at him with faint annoyance. your lips muttered your distaste for his careless mistake, complaining about the uselessness of your nagging for him to do tasks according to instructions.
you always tried to keep those words to yourself, perhaps as a caution to not hurt his feelings. but some part of your mind also desperately needed your frustration to be heard, so you always ended up giving him a scolding gaze that displayed a warm defeat he has grown to love so much. it was when he would talk too much in class, or when he would stray off-topic in discussions, or when he wasn't paying attention to your explanation of a math problem.
sometimes he does those things on purpose just to get a scrap of your endearment—something he found in the gaps of your every action toward him—despite having additional consequences. he has gone to detention just to hear you ask him to stop talking.
"it's okay! i'll make sure to get the signature tomorrow morning," he said optimistically.
you huffed with furrowed brows, then you relaxed. it wasn't really that big of a deal. "you better."
you returned to the class budget book. you were chosen to mind the budget for the upcoming school valentine's fair, where each class would be in charge of a station of their choice. it could be about food, music, or fashion as long as the theme is school-appropriate. it is also a good day to sell the school to prospective students as parents would likely come along with the middle school children.
mark stared at you expectedly for a moment before he cleared his throat. you had clearly forgotten about the previous conversation you started, and he still wanted to hear what you had to say about his love life. was he trying to gauge your interest in him? a little. has he ever been good at checking for people's romantic interests in him? absolutely not, but he suspected he would be hyper-aware of yours because he has feelings for you.
he just needed something, however trivial and however minor. it could even be a delusional assumption! he just needed to experience a leap of joy from believing that you may also be in love with him.
"so, you were saying?" he asked casually.
you looked at him then, confused. "saying what?"
"after i told you not to fault me for who i didn't fall in love with," he said as he returned your gaze.
you raised your brows, and your shoulders slumped in relaxation once your mind bounced back into deep thoughts. looking to the side where the corner of your desk was, you saw a glimpse of mark's hand that tended to rest there, and you looked away to the window, where you watched as mark rejected the pretty girl's confession. you frowned, causing his heart rate to pick up.
"i don't think falling in love is out of our control," you said. "i think we choose to love who we do."
"you're saying love is a choice," he asked rhetorically, the corner of his lips quirking in question.
you were about to push your stance until you saw the amused expression on his face. you squinted at him, knowing very well he disagreed with you just from the glint of his eyes, and you gave up on explaining your philosophy further. tapping your pencil's end against the desk mindlessly, you chuckled in surrender. he mirrored your laughter immediately just to hear how the air would sound with your voices woven together.
"each to their own," you said.
"alright," mark nodded, "but one of my friends said once that love is nothing but a promise."
you tilted your head with a faint, humming laugh. "which is a choice."
"i just thought it was romantic," he said with a shrug.
"i mean–when i say by choice, i just meant... " you sighed in frustration as you put down your pencil. mark looked up at you, and you pouted in dismay. you thought you weren't going to say more about this, but you always end up talking. you chuckled lowly to yourself. "goodness, and i tried to say each to their own opinion."
"it's okay," he reassured, his fingers playing with each other on the table. "what do you want to say?"
"nothing groundbreaking," you whispered with rejection, poor eyes staring at him to let it be known that your self-consciousness dampened your mood, then you looked away.
mark softened upon your sullen expression, much more than he had felt when he rejected the girl next class.
your misconception that you must only speak if you have new things to contribute to the conversation was, as he believed, nothing but a misconception. as he could hear you talk about anything. dull things, obvious things, unnecessary things. maybe that he was holding a pencil, or the sun was setting outside the school, or that you two were sitting across each other and you found him looking at you a lot. anything.
you turned to look out the window when you caught a glimpse of a figure. the girl from the next class walked past slowly, her eyes a faraway gaze you cannot reach. you watched her move, taking in the elegant beauty of only half of her features being visible. you found yourself drawn to her in a way that mark unbelievably was not; not in a romantic sense, only that you wondered why he didn’t at least try.
"i just don't understand. i don't understand why you rejected her," you said, brows furrowed in thoughts. "she's so pretty."
mark blinked in disbelief. he spared a glance out the window and quickly back at you, whose eyes remained focused on the past silhouette of the girl who admired him. he cursed inwardly at himself because he couldn't tell what you were thinking or what you were implying. there was no way for him to let it be known that the matter lay not in how beautiful someone else was but that his heart belonged to you.
and that fact had not been a choice. to make a choice, one has to be in the know of it being made.
but he never knew.
he knew nothing about how he captured the current youth on your face and yearned to watch the creases grow old so he could be able to tell the stories of them as he aged. he knew nothing about being above common sense as a boy who fell in love because all he did were stupid things just to hear you laugh at him, to hear you nag him. he knew nothing about worrying and overthinking, analyzing and longing, thinking about what you were doing and thinking even though you sat next to him.
mark didn't know he was in love with you until he did. until the realization hit him like vines tightening around his lungs, and he had to choke out his affection in a splatter of blood. and he couldn't trace back to where it all began.
even if you noticed the way he looked at you now, hazy eyes swarmed with an unknown substance that bubbled and foamed like soft clouds that were forbidden to leave the sky where they belonged, he doubted you would understand what his heart meant.
his body contorted upside down, his heart raced the speed of light, his dreams a vivid reaction to his desires to be with you.
his heart was yours, and you thought she was pretty.
"i'm sorry," mark muttered with a sorrowful chuckle. this was a new type of pain he had never experienced before; his lover being oblivious and directing him to another. "you can't fault me for who i fall in love with."
"i don't," you responded. "you be in love with whoever you want, as will i."
his heart paused, and he looked up through his lashes. for a moment, panic surged through his veins, the vines around his ribs suffocating him with the possible assumption that you would fall in love with another. his hand shook with uncertainty. the thought was haunting.
"woah," you expressed as you placed a hand over his, tightening your grip to stop his tremors. "are you okay, mark?"
your concerned eyes drew him in; he wondered if he drowned himself in your senses enough, you might get a whiff of his affectionate scent. he looked at you, his bones softening and melting upon the tender graze of your touch, and he wished you were right about love.
let love be a choice, and please, let him be yours.
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saturnznct · 1 year
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d-20; making christmas cards for members | lmk
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➸ word count; 1023 words
➸ lucas; aged 10, noah; aged 8, maeve; aged 4
➸ alternative names used; hyungjun (lucas), minjun (noah), yeoreum (maeve)
dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)
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‘Wow, Mae, you really captured Uncle Doyoung’s spirit there,’ Mark grins.
Maeve holds up her Christmas card for Doyoung proudly, showing off the rabbit with a Santa hat she’d drawn on the front with ‘Merry Christmas Doyoung Samchon’ written in messy toddler handwriting on the front.
‘Although, I think we need to work on your Hangul. You wrote Samchon in English..’
Maeve just looks sheepish, putting the card into the finished pile and grabbing another plain one to start.
This was a Lee household yearly tradition. The kids would sit down at the dining table, cover it with pens, glitter and whatever crafting materials they could get their hands on, and make cards for family and friends.
When it came to the sheer amount of NCT members, it was a full on operation. The members had been randomly assigned to each of your three children, who would make their cards. You and Mark would write the inside messages once they were finished and all the glue and or paint had dried. 
‘Wait, why does Maeve get Uncle Johnny?’ Noah whines once he notices Johnny’s name on Maeve’s list. 
‘It’s random, No,’ you explain, ‘it’s fair that way.’
‘But I wanted to make Uncle Johnny’s card,’ he pouts.
‘Buddy, the card will still be from you, and Uncle Johnny will know that,’ Mark rubs Noah’s back with his hand, ‘how about you make a really pretty card for Uncle Taeyong, huh? I bet he’d love a really glittery one!’
‘Daddy, can we come to work with you and give Uncles their cards?’ Noah asks, wanting to see his beloved Uncle’s reactions to his work. 
‘Of course, how about you and mummy/mommy drop me off tomorrow, and we can give them to Uncles then?’
‘Yay!’ Noah cheers, accidentally knocking over a pot of silver glitter.
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‘Uncle Ten!’ Maeve runs into the practice room, barrelling towards the first member she sees.
‘Mae!’ He exclaims with equal excitement, wrapping the small girl into a big hug.
‘Sorry to interrupt your practice, guys,’ you apologise, knowing that all of the members are gathered to rehearse for their end of year project. 
‘It’s all good,’ Jungwoo, the closest person to you grins, ‘it’s nice to have a break.’
He catches Maeve’s eye, his face suddenly lighting up, immediately dropping to his knees to offer a hug, ‘and to see my Yeoreum!’
‘Ah, Minjun-ah,’ Jaemin squats down to greet Noah, ‘what’s that you’ve got?’
Noah holds out the envelope with both hands, a messy ’Nana’ scrawled across the front. 
‘Ah, thank you,’ Jaemin always saves his aegyo for his favourite nephews and niece, his Mark’s children.
‘This one’s for you, Uncle Yangyang,’ Maeve hands Yangyang his card.
‘Wow, thank you MaeMae, you’re so kind,’ Yangyang, who has crouched down to her level, peels the envelope open, laughing when he sees the sheep with the Christmas hat drawn on it.
‘I like how the sheep is pink and glittery,’ he adds, pulling her into a hug, ‘I love it, thank you Mae.’ 
The members fuss over the kids, each giving very exaggerated but genuine reactions to their individual cards.
‘Ah, Hyungjun-ah, thank you,’ Chenle fist bumps Lucas, ‘you write in Chinese so well.’
‘It’s from the lessons you gave me,’ Mark chimes in teasingly, and the two men laugh as Lucas huffs.
‘Yeoreum-ie, your art is so good!’ Yuta fusses over Maeve, who blushes and squirms at his compliment over her drawing of him next to a Christmas Tree.
‘Don’t get all embarrassed!’ he teases, poking her side, before turning to Sicheng who’s standing beside him and commenting, ’so cute.’
When Lucas notices Johnny holding his own card, he walks over to talk to his favourite Uncle.
’Tell Jude-hyung that I’ll give him his card the next time I see him,’ Lucas tells Johnny, ‘I don’t want him to think I’ve forgotten about him when you bring that one home.’
‘Will do buddy, I’m sure you’ll see him when the school holidays start.’
‘Are you guys not going to Chicago?’ Lucas tilts his head in confusion.
‘Not ’til the twentieth,’ Johnny explains, ‘you guys should arrange to hang out. In real life, not just on the Xbox or whatever it is.’
Lucas just shrugs, embarrassed at being called out, and Johnny chuckles.
‘I’m just messing with you, go on, go give Uncle Seunghan his card.’
‘They’re so sweet, Hyung,’ Jisung remarks, watching the scene alongside Mark, ‘so crazy I’ll have one of my own in a few months.’
’They’re a handful,’ Mark shakes his head, still smiling, ‘but I love them more than anything.’
At that moment, Noah runs up to Jisung, clutching Jisung’s own card. 
In a corner, several members are gathered comparing cards, Doyoung throughly enjoying Maeve’s rabbit drawing while Xiaojun praises Noah’s reindeer.
‘Thank you, Noah, I’ll keep it forever,’ Taeyong reads the message inside of his card, on which Noah has drawn a polar bear wearing a lime green (’NCT colour!’) scarf.
‘Will you really?’ Noah gasps, shocked that his Uncle would treasure his creation for so long.
‘Of course, because my Minjun-ie made it for me!’
Eventually, all of the cards are distributed, and the three Lee children sit against the mirror and watch as the members go through their dance performance for the year. 
‘What did you think, Mae?’ Hendery bends down to ask, face showing a picture of pure joy when she begins bouncing on her feet and enthusiastically chatting about what she likes about the song and the choreography.
‘Come on kids, say goodbye to your Uncles. We’ll get out of your hair now, leave you to practice,’ you start gathering up your things, leaving the three of your children to say goodbye to all of the members.
’See you when you get home,’ you give Mark a quick hug, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek as to allow him to avoid unnecessary teasing from his members. 
‘Bye bye little Lees,’ Ten and the rest of the members wave you all out of the room.
‘Now, kids,’ you announce once you’re fully in the corridor, ‘let’s go and harass Uncle Minseok.’ 
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 8 months
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[4:26 pm]
You groaned under your breath grabbing the sticky note with the name of your friend from the board as you moved stuck it to the side. Fiance!Mark shot you a look from the corner of his eye as he did the same with a sticky note that had his cousin’s name on it instead.
“Dude! We had that whole table planned out! Why are you moving him?” You asked, the stress and exhaustion very evident in your voice.
“We can’t sit him at this table because there’s no room for his plus one, and he doesn’t get along with this aunt,” Mark replied pointing to a another sticky note that was right beside the now empty space.
You groaned, running a hand down your face before looking back at the notes you had written off to the side. Who had a plus one, people who didn’t get along, people you wanted close to your table, and those you wanted very far away- out of sight. “Bro, how can you sit these two next to each other? Isn’t she coming with her husband who’s her ex?” Mark asked pointing at two sticky notes that had your friend and cousin’s names written on them.
“Shit dude, I forgot,” you sighed, taking your friend and her husband’s sticky notes and sticking them to the side of the board too. By now the side of the board contained more names of people without seating, than people who currently had seats.
Another few minutes went by of you and Mark putting one sticky note down only to remove it a second later because there was some issue with the seating. “Bro,” Mark groaned, “why did we agree to do this again?”
“The planner doesn’t know the intricacies of these relationships like we do, it’s the only thing we have to do for ourselves Mark,” You sighed in defeat. Wedding planning was stressful to say the very least, even with a wedding planner. There was so much to get done, so much to confirm, people to talk to, appointments to make, adjustments that constantly needed to be made. Luckily, your wedding planner was amazing, but there was still so much both you and Mark had to do, not wanting to be passive in planning your own wedding. This seating chart was proving to be the hardest challenge yet, and Mark took 2 weeks to decide if he wanted chicken or beef for his own entree. You told yourself that this was one of the last things you had to have a huge input in. But it stressed you even more to think about the cake tastings coming up next week- no! Focus, on the seating chart!
Johnny walked through the door and stopped before he greeted you both to catch a very cute, candid picture of the two of you doing your planning. He smiled, the two of you were perfect for each other, he was just over to help and be an extra voice of reason. Mark, had told him that the seating chart was driving you both crazy and he’d appreciate if as best man, Johnny would step in and help a little.
He joined the two of you on the floor with your own respective hugs, before he got into helping you plan out seating arrangements. A few tables up front for your immediate families and any plus ones there, the next few tables for the wedding party and their guests. Then it got messy again with all the extended families and extra friends, and that was just people who had already RSVP’d.
“Bro I’m telling you she wouldn’t get along with him, I don’t want to hear her complain all day. She’ll find a way to put a damper on the day,” you whined.
“But dude, they’re like a match made in heaven. They have the same interests, same personalities-” Mark started.
“Think about it dude, do we really like those personalities? No, we don’t. So why would we want two of the same annoying people together to amplify that annoyingness?” You countered.
Johnny eyed you both with a confused look. He knew who you were both talking about, that wasn’t the problem. Maybe he was just overthinking it.
Eventually the two people got seated at the same table next to people who they might like, but would be more suitable. Then it came down to family drama tables. “Mark, dude come on! You know he can’t stand your aunt. Don’t you remember that time we invited them all over for dinner?” You asked.
“Bro, it’s been 5 years. Don’t you think they’d be over it by now?” Mark asked in reply.
“My uncle still talks about the guy that barely hit his bumper 10 years ago every time I see him. No, he’s not over it.”
“We have nowhere else to put her dude!”
“You guys are weird.” Johnny stated suddenly. You both looked in his direction with confused looks that asked for further explanation. “How is it that we’re sitting here planning the seating for your literal wedding and you’re calling each other dude and bro?”
“Are we not supposed to?” You trailed off, clearly confused.
“People who are in love typically call each other cute pet names like honey, love, or babe. Mark calls you the same thing he calls any other friend,” Johnny explained.
“Yeah but does any other friend have a ring like this? Am I marrying just any other friend? No, I’m not.” Mark stated with purpose.
“Dude,” you drawled out, looking at Mark with big eyes and pouting lips. A look that anyone would have assumed came from Mark passionately confessing his love. You pressed a loud kiss to Mark’s cheek, “I love you.”
“Dude,” Mark blushed, “I- uh I love you too.”
“You guys make me sick. Here, I figured this table out,” Johnny huffed pointing at the table of extended family members.
Your eyes wandered over the the names, thinking about how well they’d get along or if there would be any complaints to handle. You turned to Johnny with a smile, “Dude, you did such a good job!”
“Yeah bro, thanks. Why didn’t we think of this before?” Mark wondered out loud.
“Do you both see what I’m talking about, you shouldn’t be calling me the names you call each other. I don’t get you guys,” Johnny paused as he leaned back on the couch.
You held up a hand, “John, if you keep complaining I won’t order the pizza you were promised and you won’t come to the cake tasting.”
His eyes widened as he mimed a zipper over his lips. Mark threw his head back with a laugh, “That’s my fiancée!”
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(a/n: if you’re looking at the ig post on desktop and it’s stacked I’m so sorry idk why desktop hates me)
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markiemelon · 16 days
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hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed
Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy
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genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!
pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader
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4:18pm — ♡
“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”
that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, miss yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”
you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.
“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.
it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…
“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.
“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.
mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.
“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”
you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”
“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.
“i—uhh”
“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.
you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”
with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.
and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”
“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”
“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.
“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.
he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.
he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..
“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.
focus.
“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.
focus.
“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.
suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.
“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.
mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.
almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.
“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.
“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pencil, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.
“um, mark?”
“yeah?”
“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”
he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”
“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.
mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.
at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…
a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.
once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…
“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”
he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”
your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”
mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.
later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.
“okay, tell me the answer to number 4.”
you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”
mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”
what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.
“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”
“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.
you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.
when he didn’t respond, you continued.
“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.
“yes, mark, i’m into you.”
he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.
you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”
he tapped his pencil more aggressively.
you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”
annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.
“no, i mean on this.”
“on what?”
he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.
“i need you to focus on me.”
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this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.
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taeyongs-scar · 2 years
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DATING NCT
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MARK LEE
So. Damn. Giggly.
QUIT LAUGHING
He has a laughing problem that no doctor can solve 😞🖐🏻
Dude thinks every little thing you do is funny, from tripping over air, to forgetting something on your grocery list. It’s all funny to him.
As much as it can get on your nerves, you can’t help smiling when he lets out a little giggle
Boy is so awkward too, no matter how many relationships he’s been in before you, he still has no clue how to do anything
So often you’re left to start any sort of PDA
He’s so nervous he’ll touch you in a way that makes you uncomfortable so he leaves it up to you
Whenever you give him a kiss or touch him a little suggestively his face goes bright red, first his ears then his cheeks
No matter now many times you do it, the reaction is always the same
He’s the kind of guy who plans out little secret dates, nothing too elaborate, just often little surprise places to visit
Sometimes the beach, maybe by the river, a picnic in the woods, or maybe even exploration dates in long abandoned places
You’re always in charge of snacks though!
You’ve learned quickly that he wont remember shit so you bring a little backpack on all of your dates full of essentials, just in case
The type of dude to take you to a carnival and try to win you stuff and failing miserably so you have to win him stuff instead
NSFW:
Oh god… Where to start…
He straight up worships you.
A service top for sure
Anything you want? He’s got it.
With the proper encouragement of course
The first couple times you have sex he’s so damn nervous you can see it on his poor face
Probably after about three times he’ll start to get comfortable and thats when he’s down bad for you
Like I said before, anything you want, he’ll do it.
Lowkey loves giving head but wont admit it
Refuses to say he wants anything from you, so once again, you gotta make the moves
Definitely huffy when he’s having sex, little grunts every so often
Not into quickies at all
He prefers to have proper sex in the bedroom
The only exception is on the couch, but even then, it’s not his favorite
I feel like he’s pretty tame unless you ask for something drastic
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ismileeprnc · 9 months
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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡: 𝐄𝐩 𝟔 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
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a/n: Seeing this bble gave me this idea 🤭🤭🤭 the best purchase I made this year !!!
Mark wasn’t expecting you to come into the studio so late, even though he was there late himself, and he sure wasn’t expecting to spread out on the studio couch between your legs with your hand intensively jerking off his cock. His sweats pooled around his ankles as his hands gripped the edge of the leather sofa, feeling the knot in his stomach ready to come undone.
“I’m-m gonna c-come.” He hiss through closed teeth, bucking his hips up to match your pace. You wrapped your leg around his waist to hold him down while pumping your hand faster, ignoring the aching in your wrist.
“Come.” You say in his ear and he does, ejaculating all over your hand and some spraying over his white hoodie.
Mark lets out all the pretty sounds, cursing and tries to sit still as you rode out his high.
Pulling your hand away from his spent cock, you raise it so you as well as he can examine the mess he made. The white substance, runs down your hands and drip back on his cock, just how you want before you pick it up again, swirling around his tip.
Mark yelps and scrambles to push your hand away but you countered by pining it to his chest, “you can be a good boy and give me another right?”
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daegall · 2 years
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"Things I do for you."
pairing: spiderman!mark x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, spiderman!AU
warnings: none (i think?)
word count: 852 words
a/n: happy late birthday to the bestest boy everr!!!!!!!!! this was a bit overdue LOL but i really wanted to post something for mark ^^ been in my major mark feels recently i couldnt help myself hehe
i know i havent been posting a lot, and that's because my new school semester had just started and i still trying to adapt and get used ot everything :) (got too comfortable for summer beak HAHA) been a stressful couple of weeks for me recently, and i haven't really gotten better, but i hope it do <3 i hope you all do to!!!!
networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @ficscafe @kflixnet @k-radio @nct-writers + @soobin-chois @addictedtothesummernights @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy &lt;3
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Wednesday's are for staying up late and doing whatever you want, playing whatever games you want, watching as many movies as you want, anything, because you have nothing to do on Thursdays, no classes or extra tutoring like every other day.
And due to this, you wake up at 10 or 11 on Thursday. But today, when you wake up, and reach out for your phone to check the time, you are pleasantly surprised at the time being 09:27 AM.
You proceed to shift to a more comfortable spot on your bed, bringing your phone closer to your face to clearly see all the new uploads to your friends' stories. In the midst of watching one of Lee Jeno's dance covers, you get a text.
Thinking nothing of it, you swipe up on the notification, opting to read it later, after you're done watching, gushing, and bombarding Jeno with words of admiration.
Finally, you tap on the notification, and grow confused at the text.
Mina
Y/n where are you 😭
you're gonna get late to the discussion!!
Did you forget bc its a thursday T^T
Mina knew you too well.
"Shit!" Instantly, your sheets fly away, thrown across the room, as you scramble up to get to the bathroom.
It's when you're finished with washing your face, when you hurriedly pick up your phone. Your wet flingers slip across the screen, your phone unable to detect any of the movement, before you desperately wipe both your screen, and fingers on the sleeve of the sweatshirt you quickly threw on earlier.
Instantly, a number is being dialed, and instantly, the person picks up.
"Hey honey!" The tender voice of your boyfriend gives you a sense of reassurance and comfort in a mini panic session.
"Good morning, Mark," you breath out. You remember him mentioning something about enjoying it when you greet him a good morning. "look, uh, I have a group discussion at the library today, you think you can drop me off?"
"Sure, what time should I pick you up?" In a moment, you hear shifting from the other line, before light footsteps. A light jingle, supposedly from his car keys, makes you feel a little exasperated.
"About that,"
You hear Mark halt, before a confused noise slips from his lips.
"It's in—well, was—a minute ago. Think this calls for desperate measures.
"Fuck," Mark curses quietly, before tossing his keys back onto his desk. "The things I do for you, I swear. Better pay me back later!"
"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. "thank you Mark, love you!"
Not even 5 minutes later, when you barely just finished getting ready, there' a soft knock at your window, and you whip around to find the familiar red and blue suit you love to see.
Your heart beats faster in your chest when Mark slips in your room, throwing his mask off. "You ready? Here, give me your bag."
He scurries around your room, grabbing your backpack, your phone, and chargers. He knows you tend to lose the latter.
Mark secures his mask around his face, climbing onto the window sill, before reaching his arms out to you. "Alright, let's go,"
Once you're secure in his arms, a flick of Mark's wrist and you're off, maneuvering his way to the alleyways, where you two would usually take, as nobody would be lurking there. Unless they were drunk.
You hang on to your dear life, shutting your eyes tight to try to suppress the feeling of thrill and butterflies you get whenever you're soaring in the skies.
You peek an eye open, which is instantly settled on Mark, as he expertly swings through the path. You find it very endearing how he would go to extreme measures go have you less late too some group discussion you could be a little late to.
Now that you realize it, this whole thing is probably bad. Mark risking his identity just for you to make it on time?
On the other hand, you feel so incredibly grateful that you're able to know this secret about Mark, heck, even knowing Mark sounds like a blessing.
The alleyway just 3 blocks from the library is where you land, where you jump from his arms, straightening out your outfit, before accepting all your belongings that Mark had held onto and kept safe.
"Quickly, quickly!" He mumbles, patting you.
Before he can fully push you away, you rush up to him, pulling his mask upwards just a little bit, before connecting your lips together sweetly.
The kiss lasts only for a few seconds, before Mark chuckles against your lips and pushes you away gently. One of his hands reaches up, cupping the side of your face, before he pats your cheek once, twice.
"Good luck, baby. Call me when you're finished, yeah?"
You nod instantly, wrapping your fingers around his clothed wrist, rubbing your fingers against his skin reassuringly, before you let go and start making your way to the library.
"Thank you again, spiderman! I'll get us some food to make up!"
Oh, the things Mark Lee would do for you.
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*Knock knock*
You slowly lowered your hand, eyes moving between the wooden floor and the white door in front of You.
Somehow you felt stupid knocking on your roommates door at one in the morning. On the other hand, it was him who had invited you to come to his room, after just minutes ago you had sent him a long paragraph on how you felt.
Mark, your friend, coworker and the person you couldn't stop thinking about.
For days you had the urge to text him to finally find out how he felt about you. Just last week you two had hooked up after watching a movie and then suddenly he went all cold and stopped talking to you.
It didn't make it any easier that you worked with him. At work though it was different, he was very bright and playful and you often caught him staring at you.
And so you found yourself knocking on his door after he returned from his shift late at night.
The door opened after a moment and on the other side stood Mark, dressed casually in sweats and a zip-up. Very different to his usual black slacks and white button up.
He flashed a smile and your heart almost dropped just at the sight of him.
"Hi", you whispered.
"Hi", Mark whispered back, his smile only getting wider. "Come in."
You carefully stepped inside, "I'm sorry."
You walked into his room, Mark chuckling behind you. "Don't be."
"But I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I overreacting?" You furrowed your eyebrows, turning back to him.
Mark walked over, still smiling a little. He sat down on his bed. "It's okay. Come here."
You swallowed, suddenly unable to move. "Huh?"
"Let's cuddle a bit."
"Oh."
Mark snorted, patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Come here."
You felt strange, somehow nervous but also excited. You really needed a hug. You climbed into the bed and got comfortable next to Mark, who also laid down.
It was dark, the only light in the room coming from the bathroom, where the door was open a bit.
Mark lifted his arm so you could cuddle up against him. He wore a fleece zip-up, so he was even cuddlier than usual.
"This is nice", Mark said, after he pulled up the blanket to cover the both of you.
You hummed in response.
"So you're an overthinker", Mark whispered. A soft chuckle following.
You sighed, "yeah it's so bad. I'm really sorry." You felt bad, it was as if you had to force him to spend time with you - let alone hug you like this.
"No, why? It's a good thing."
"How so?"
"You care", Mark whispered, saying it as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "You're not shallow, but rather think about what you do and say. You have empathy and a lot of love to give."
You swallowed, your heart feeling strange in your chest.
"Thank you, Mark."
"It's only the truth."
He planted a kiss on your head, rubbing your arm slowly. A yawn escaped his lips.
Several moments passed without either of you saying something.
"I didn't feel well the past days", Mark began, still speaking in a soft tone, "I didn't have the energy to do anything. I didn't mean to ignore you or make you feel bad."
You nodded. "I think I just really really missed you."
Mark chuckled again, his chest vibrating. "I missed you, too. I will give you more attention from now on, I promise."
You smiled, feeling almost a sense of relief. You closed your eyes, melting more into Mark's arms.
"You know", he said very softly, "I feel so cozy with you in my bed, if I fall asleep now, I fear, you are forced to stay here."
"I'm gonna have to accept my fate", you whispered back at him, smiling faintly and feeling so safe in Mark's arms.
"Mark?"
There was faint hum in response.
"I really like you, you know and I hope you're not mad", you began, "sometimes it scares me a bit, how much I think about you and how intense my feelings can be. But then, at moments like this, I forget about all my worries."
You paused a bit, hoping you didn't make him feel uncomfortable with your subtle confession. "Thank you for that", you added.
A moment of silence passed between you.
"Mark?" You whispered his name. As you were about to continue talking, a soft snore was heard.
You lifted your head only to find that Mark had actually fallen asleep. You smiled, pecking his cheek, before you slowly lowered your head back on his chest.
You closed you eyes and whispered, " good night, Mark."
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