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digitalmp3 · 1 year

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#mark #s: golden hour #a: golden hour - sm station : nct lab #audio

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denim-bias · 3 months

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#winwin #wayv #nct #guys in jeans #denim on denim #denim jacket #sneakers #jean jacket #chinese idols #dong sicheng #beautiful men #train station

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its-not-sof · 2 years

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11:43pm

mark fluff + smut - college au

“Oh god, I’m so tired,” you sighed, flopping down on your bed with your books still splayed in front of you.

Mark laughed at your defeated display. You had both been studying at your apartment since your last evening class ended, going on nearly four hours now. It was nearing the end of the semester, and finals were on the horizon. This class happened to be the most difficult for you to study for, with both of you endlessly trying to cram in as much information as possible.

“Let’s take a break then, okay?” Mark murmured, collapsing next to you and pulling you into his arms. You closed your eyes and curled into his embrace.

“Mmm you’re warm,” you mumbled. “I’m going to fall asleep if we stay like this.”

Your boyfriend smiled and held you tighter.

“That’s fine with me, Y/N,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. You sighed.

“As much as I wish I could, I probably should at least try to finish this chapter before we tap out for the night.”

Mark reluctantly let you go as you moved to sit up straight again. He joined you after letting his eyes wander to the exposed small of your back.

You often dressed comfortably, casual, but effortlessly put-together. Mark always insisted that the less-put-together side of you was the most beautiful, and that was certainly the side of you that was on display tonight.

Gently, Mark traced his fingers along your spine. You shivered as he made contact with your bare skin.

“Mark, if you keep doing that I’m not going to want to study much longer,” you teased, only half-joking.

Mark continued his actions, disregarding your words in favor of adding more pressure to his touch.

You blushed, and began to focus more on the movement of his fingers than the words on the page in front of you.

“Mark, I swear to god,” you sighed.

Your boyfriend laughed.

“Sorry, Y/N. I really think we need a break,” he insisted, running his fingers through your hair and gently scratching your scalp. His touch sent pleasurable tingles through your body.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling so unprepared,” you muttered, briefly closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his fingers.

“Maybe I can help us both,” Mark murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, slowly increasing the pressure of his lips as he trailed lower. You felt yourself shiver yet again.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” You asked, hesitantly. You could feel Mark smile against your skin.

“You just keep studying, Y/N. Don’t mind me,” he whispered.

You gasped as his lips trailed lower, his fingers carefully slipping underneath your cropped sweater. His hands ghosted across your stomach, tracing your ribs before gently cupping your bare breasts.

You steeled your nerves and turned the page of your textbook, determined to cram in another chapter of material.

You let out an involuntary sigh as Mark’s fingers teased your perked nipples under your clothes. He sucked roughly at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you tilt your head back to give him more room.

“Eyes on your textbook, pretty girl…” he murmured teasingly, flicking your nipple for emphasis.

You bit your bottom lip and attempted to shift your focus back to your studying.

Mark shifted behind you and began trailing his right hand down your stomach to the hem of your pajama shorts, toying with the strings that cinched them at your hips.

You deliberately chose to ignore his teasing, and made sure your eyes never left your notes. You pulled out a highlighter and began to turn the heavily-notated page of text. You barely registered when Mark’s fingers slipped inside your shorts and began to push aside your panties.

“Ah!” You moaned suddenly, throwing your head back to rest on Mark’s shoulder as his fingers found your most sensitive bud and began to tease it.

Mark continued to suck at your neck while his talented hands worked you into a state of bliss.

“M-Mark, oh god—“ your breathing became heavier as he slipped his fingers inside you, letting his palm stimulate your clit.

All too quickly, Mark removed his fingers and hovered them teasingly about your aching core. You whimpered at the loss of contact. Mark smirked.

“Tell me about chapter five and I’ll start again,” he murmured, ghosting his fingers across your heat in encouragement. You closed your eyes and desperately wracked your brain for information.

“Ch-Chapter five is about the integumentary system… it provides the body with protection and includes the skin, the body’s largest organ,” you squeaked out your answer, eager for him to pleasure you again.

“Good girl,” Mark cooed, gently stroking his fingers across your swollen clit.

“Ah— Mark!” you cried, your legs beginning to shake.

“And chapter 8?” He murmured, removing his fingers once again.

“Reproductive systems,” you moaned.

“Very good,” he whispered, gently massaging your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted him.

“Now, tell me what this is…” Mark’s fingers brushed against your most sensitive bud, circling it slowly. You held back a desperate moan.

“M-Mark, that’s the clitoris…” you whined, grasping at his arm to keep him in place.

“And these?” Mark shifted his fingers to your entrance, rubbing it carefully.

“Those are the v-vestibular glands…” you mumbled, squirming in his hold to get some release.

“You got it,” he murmured. “Now let me give you your reward…”

Mark returned to his teasing, pinching and soothing your sensitive clit with his fingers and licking and biting your pretty neck.

“Mark, I’m gonna—“ you cried out as he pushed you over the edge.

He continued to tease you through your high, reveling in the feeling of you fluttering around his fingers.

He eventually slipped out of you, turning you around in his arms and kissing you gently.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He said, smiling at your satisfied and blissful smile. You quickly buried your face in his shoulder.

“Mark Lee, I can’t believe you did that to me,” you whined, embarrassed, but secretly reeling at how hot that was.

Your boyfriend laughed, pulling you close.

“It helped, didn’t it?” He said, smiling at you. You eventually gave in and met his loving gaze.

“Yes,” you mumbled. “I think I know more than I thought I did.”

“I knew it,” Mark replied, gingerly brushing your unruly hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “My precious girl. You’re going to be just fine.”

You blushed deeply at his words, and pulled him in for another soft kiss.

“So, do you need any help studying, Mark?”