WARNINGS: public sex (kinda), pure filth, degration kink
SYNOPSIS: You don't crumble at any man's words, but Mark Lee— God, Mark Lee.
A/N: hi, hello, officially welcome back to me I guess? aside from these short fic/filths in my drafts, I want to announce that I'm finally releasing my series (fr this time I promise)! so if you're interested, you can send an ask to be added to the taglist <3 enjoy reading!
“Mark—!”
The said man’s hand quickly covers your mouth, shushing you. His moist presses against your ear, whispering reminders about how any sounds that you make could possibly blow your cover— but the brutal pace and unforgiving thrusts of his hips does nothing to help you do so.
Keeping you in place, the A3 bookshelf of the library shakes as Mark Lee drills his cock in and out of your soaking pussy. The clutch you have on his arm tightens before flying to the air. There’s a surge of panic arising between the two of you when a book falls down, courtesy of your restless hands, and creates a thudding noise that you’re sure is enough to catch the attention of anyone inside the room. But alas, it only lasts for a second or two.
“Fuck.. you just can’t keep it down, don’t you?” Mark rumbles on your skin.
He grips the back of your thighs, turning you both around. Your back then meets the cold wood that makes up the table. It isn’t long before you yourself suppress the moans threatening to come out of your mouth, eyes rolling to the back as a drool rolls down from the corner of your lips. As Mark engulfs your body, shielding you from possible prying eyes that watches the both you fucking like rabbits inside the university’s library.
“Look at me,” He calls your name in a grunt.
Mark watches your face twist with pleasure—eyebrows drawn tight, lips parted, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep your gaze locked on his through the haze clouding your senses. A wave of pride flares within him, feeding off the tension between your ragged breaths and his unrelenting hold.
“So– good.. Mark, fuck, you’re so big.”
“Yeah? You like that? Like how big my cock is? Look at you,” He tips your chin, trapping it between his forefinger and thumb. “Drooling all over that pretty face with those nonsensical ramblings. I thought you don’t fuck with loners like me, babe? What was that you said in front of your friends?”
His thrusts come to an abrupt stop, and a desperate whimper escapes your lips as you instinctively wrap your legs tighter around his hips, pulling him closer. The sudden pause drives a surge of frustration through you, your body betraying you with silent pleas for more, each movement a wordless protest against the unbearable tease.
“No no no..” You mumble.
Mark chuckles, steadying your shaking head using the fingers that holds you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. The soft kiss turns into a messy one as Mark forcefully inserts his tongue in your mouth, exploring every surface— the taste of him clinging onto your tongue is a proof of your submission to him prior to being laid on the table, fucked out.
“Tell me, darling.”
Your hands scrambles at the thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock prodding your spot.
“What did you say earlier to your friends, huh? About me?”
Gasping for breath, your mind scrambles to process his question. You swallow hard, trying to recall the memory he’s referring to, but it’s futile. No matter how hard you search, everything is a blur—your thoughts muddled, leaving you unable to grasp anything coherent about what you said or did involving Mark before this moment.
Mark scoffs, his thumb slithers from your chin to the gap between your lips. As though a snake, it slides inside and lands your tongue. Wordlessly, you circle your tongue around the digit, licking it all wet before sucking it noisily, your eyes once again rolling to the back as your walls clenches around him.
The boys you’d been with always followed your lead, eager to please, prioritizing your satisfaction over their own. They were too intimidated by someone as desirable as you, treating it like a once-in-a-lifetime chance they couldn’t afford to ruin. You never allowed any of them to feel like they had the upper hand, even in the bedroom, moreover gave them the power to degrade you as a brainless cockslut.
But Mark Lee?
“Did I fucked you dumb? Or are popular girls like you already this dumb sans getting a taste of big cocks?”
God–
You’d let him degrade you anytime. The thought alone sends a thrill down your spine. You’d drop to your knees without a second thought, craving his approval, ready to do whatever it takes to satisfy him, no matter the time or place. The power he holds over you is intoxicating, and you'd willingly surrender to it, knowing that as long as he’s in control, you’ll get exactly what you need—no questions asked, no limits.
Who could have guessed that *four-eyed Mark*, the insufferable teacher’s pet and the quiet, bookish loner everyone overlooked, would be the one to make you crumble? The irony isn’t lost on you. The same guy you once barely noticed, always tucked away in the corner with his nose in a textbook, is now the one you can’t resist. His grip on you—both physical and mental—is undeniable, and the thought of how easily you’ve surrendered to him ignites something deep within. It’s almost laughable how the tables have turned, yet here you are, completely at his mercy.
As his words push you over the edge, your body trembles uncontrollably beneath him, each wave of pleasure making you quake in his arms. Mark tightens his grip around you, holding you steady as his pace gradually slows, savoring every second of your shared release. His head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, as he lets the intensity of the moment wash over him, matching the rhythm of your climax with his own. The room feels charged, heavy with the lingering heat between you both.
Finally, his movements still, and the two of you are left in the afterglow, breaths mingling as the world beyond seems to fade away. With a gentle sigh, Mark rests his forehead against yours, the quiet hum of satisfaction thick in the air. For a moment, neither of you speak—there’s no need. The unspoken connection hangs in the space between you, solid and undeniable, as everything else fades into the background.
Inspired by THIS clip...... yea mark being a gentle boyfriend makes you all hot and....
It’s a warm afternoon, sun high in the sky, and you and Mark are tucked away at a little outdoor café, just far enough from the crowd to feel like you’re in your own world. The table’s small, your knees brushing his under it, and you’re sitting side by side on the same bench seat, closer than usual, but it feels natural, like you’re both pulled toward each other without thinking.
You’re wearing THAT mini skirt, the one that makes his eyes linger a second too long and his ears turn just a little pink when he first sees you. He had stared for a bit when you walked up, lips parting like he was about to say something, but instead he just handed you his jacket, murmuring softly, “Here. Just in case, baby.” Now the jacket’s draped over your lap, legs crossed, your thigh pressed up against his jeans. You’re animated, chatting about something, maybe retelling a funny story from the night before, hands moving as you talk. You’re caught up in it, eyes shining, and without realizing it, your hand gestures shift the jacket slightly, hiking it up just enough to reveal a teasing bit of bare thigh. Mark doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even glance down. His gaze stays locked on your face, soft and focused, a little amused. But one of his hands slides down casually beneath the table, fingertips brushing along the skin of your exposed thigh; slow, warm, purposeful.
You falter just a second in your story, breath catching when you feel him gently pull the jacket back over your legs. His fingers graze you as he does it, a whisper of a touch, deliberate but subtle. Still, he’s nodding like he’s fully listening, his voice low and smooth when he says, “Oh yeah?” like nothing just happened, like he didn’t just make your pulse spike and your cheeks flush with heat. He catches the change in your expression instantly, the way your eyes go slightly wide and your lips part with a flustered little breath. The corner of his mouth twitches, the tiniest smirk forming, but he doesn’t say a word. Just sits there, hand now resting innocently on your knee, his thumb stroking slow circles like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
“You okay?” he asks softly, leaning a little closer so only you can hear. “I’m, um…” You let out a shaky breath. “I’m kind of… distracted.”He tilted his head, curious, slightly amused. “Distracted?”
You nodded, giving him a look you knew he’d understand: soft, needy, with the tiniest tilt of your head toward the parking lot outside. “Do you wanna… get out of here?”
His hand froze. His eyes darkened almost instantly. He knew.
Then a slow smile crept across his lips, and he leaned forward just enough for only you to hear. “Yeah?” he whispered, voice low and teasing. “Where’d you have in mind, pretty?”You tried to stay cool, but your voice betrayed you,quiet, desperate, barely a breath.
“Your car.”
He stood up a second later, offering you his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. You laced your fingers with his, and the moment you stepped out into the cool air, you felt it: the way his grip tightened slightly, like he finally understood what he’d done to you.
And the second the car door shut behind you, you know you were in for a ride.
Angst if your weak, teeny bit suggestive, toxic relationship.
not proofread
A/n: it was originally inspired by misbehave - monsta x but i think it’s kinda more sweet misery - shinee coded.
My first nct fanfic yay~
It’s midnight, 1:22 am to be exact.
The wind is flooding in through the window, brushing past the exposed skin of your leg. You’d spent so long crying that you couldn’t get another tear out even if you wanted to. Now your head is just throbbing and it’s hard to tell if it's because of the sobbing you’d just done or if it’s because of all the alcohol you consumed. It might have been both.
It’s 1:22 in the morning and your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. No calls, no text, nothing. Lord knows where he could be, he could be cheating or maybe he’s over at a friend's, he might be at a bar or he might be working late. It’s left to your imagination because he hasn’t told you anything. You doubt he will, he’ll probably sneak in like he always does when he’s sure you're fast asleep. And wake up in the morning as if everything’s fine.
Now what’s worse? The fact that you allow him to do it every time, scotch free and pretend that it doesn’t bother you? Or the fact that you stay up every night with tears dried to your face waiting for him to come back?
Neither.
It’s the fact that you’ve stayed up all of those nights telling yourself that it was gonna be the last. The last time you allow yourself to be treated like this.
Your heart skips a beat when you hear the doorknob turn. You’re not sure if you should hide or pretend to be asleep. Your muscles make that decision for you when you stand up, both of your feet planted on the floor. Your breath hitched and your eyes wide open, gazing at the boy who walks in front of you.
“Oh man, you’re awake?” He unintentionally stomps into your shared apartment. You try to read him but you can’t. He’s walking and talking perfectly fine, so you know he’s not intoxicated. His hair is somewhat neat or better yet not messy. And his clothes look almost the exact same way as he walked out this morning. So maybe he’s not cheating.
“Where were you?” you mumble barely enough for him to hear you.
“I was with Johnny.”
“What about last night? and the night before that?” You’re on the verge of tears. He hadn’t even answered the question yet but you’re already recoiling. And he sees it.
“Are you crying?” He reaches for your cheeks to dry your tears, not even acknowledging your question. Half of you appreciates that much, you were already crying, you don't know how you’ll react once he tells you the truth.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, relishing the way his hands feel. They’re kind of rough and bruised but it doesn’t bother you at all since this is the most he’s touched you in probably a month.
“I was giving you some space. Like you asked.” He almost whispers. Your eyes flutter open and meet his immediately, that’s how you know he’s being honest. You know he is but you’re still doubtful.
You asked for space and some time to think. Now that he was giving it to you, you felt neglected.
“Doesn’t it bother you that we can only talk to each other when we’re arguing?” You think aloud. Watching the way his face contorts into confusion.
“All of our conversations end with ‘I hate you’ and we never fail to throw things at each other,” you add
“What are you trying to say?”
“We’re a mess, Mark.”
“Okay, and that’s why we’re together. I’d rather fight with you than with anyone else.” He kneels down in front of you when you plop down on the couch. Tears welling in his eyes, he blinks them back and grabs onto your hand so you know how sincere he is.
“I need you, Y/n. I really do, I don’t think you understand that.”
“This can’t be healthy.” You say, looking off to the side so you don’t have to face him. That way you won’t feel as bad for what it is you’re about to say.
“We’re not perfect, but name one person who is? We’re gonna argue then we’re gonna make up and argue again. But my love for you is never gonna fade.” Mark never let go of your hand.
“I think we should break up.” You whisper, eyes closed and fresh warm tears streaming down your cheeks.
“What do you want? I’ll do anything, anything you want anything but that. Baby please.” His tears match yours, his grip on your hand is tighter now and you feel like you should’ve just pretended to be asleep.
“This isn’t working, this can’t be what love is supposed to feel like. We should just-“ Mark shushes you with a kiss. It was his way of avoiding topics he didn’t wanna talk about.
Conversations like this always ended with the both of you tangled in sheets, muttering a bunch of “I love you’s” and “I’m sorry.” You’ll make a promise to never talk about splitting up again and he’ll promise to never give you a reason. But ultimately you both fall through on your promises.
Could you maybe do one where he cheats on y/n she leaves and after months he realises he can’t be without them?
something has been off lately, but you have been too busy with your new project and spent most of your time at your company working on it, and really have no time or energy to look into it. most days, you only come home in the morning, when mark has already left for work, after spending the entire previous at your workplace trying to fasten the pace of the project. you feel guilty, not being able to give mark your full attention. yet, whenever you have a day-off on weekends, he's not home and you're just content to have some alone time after a whole week working your ass off. you thought the more efforts you put in, the faster you could finish this damn thing. then you could book a tour and travel with mark for a month.
you didn't expect to get every task done that day before midnight, so you were beyond delighted to come back home. you couldn't remember when was the last time you sleep with mark on your bed.
as you walked into the apartment, you could hear strange noises coming from the bedroom. you felt your heart race as you approached the door, knowing deep down that something was off. with trembling fingers, you pushed it open and froze at the sight before you.
there, on your bed, lay your boyfriend with another woman. they were both naked, tangled in each other's arms, and seemed oblivious to your presence until you let out a gasp of shock and anger.
"y/n, i can explain," mark said, scrambling to cover himself with the sheets. "it's not what you think."
"not what I think?" you spat out, her eyes blazing with fury. "i'm too tired for your bulllshit right now."
mark looked guilty and ashamed, but you were beyond caring. you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. as you collapsed on the couch in tears, you realized that everything had changed. your relationship with mark, which you had thought was solid and lasting, was now shattered beyond repair.
three months had passed since you moved out of your shared apartment. mark still lived there and keeps everything unchanged. he didn't realize how much you mean to him until you left. there were nights when he's unable to sleep, and whenever he closed his eyes, he'd see your face. the bedsheet no longer smelled like you, and it's probably since he brought another woman onto your bed. he felt like a fool for throwing away everything he had with you, and the weight of his mistake was crushing him.
mark sat alone on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. the apartment was eerily quiet without your presence, and he felt the emptiness gnawing at him. he had tried to call you several times, but you had not answered any of his messages or calls. he knew he deserved this, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear.
suddenly, he heard a song on the radio that reminded him of you. it was your favorite love song, the one they played on your first date. mark felt hot tears stream down his face as he remembered how happy you had been together. his grief was overwhelming, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had lost something irreplaceable.
mark leaned on the couch, his body wracked with sobs. he missed you more than words could express, and he knew that he would carry the weight of his regret for the rest of his life.
summary :: fratboy!mark asks you for help at the worst times of your day; on your way home.
genre :: fluff, crack-ish
word count :: 0.5k
Your excitement of going home lessens every step you take in this goddamn dark alley. The fact that the sun decided to take an early off at 3pm because it's winter is not helping at all. The feeling and paranoia of someone following you grows heavy by every footstep so you speed up until you're out and finally somewhere where the lampposts are not flickering.
A heavy sigh leaves your lungs when you reach the bus stop of the bus you don't even take cause public transport is for losers ㅡ joking, of course.
"Hey!"
A hand latches on your forearm and you almost ugly screamed at all the suspense hitting you like a shockwave, but you only jump in place. Your eyes meet the one and only sparkling eyes of Mark Lee, a sophomore from your university and... your ultimate crush.
The person you have been trying to make a longer eye contact with for so long.
The eyes you, sadly, can't look away from.
His eyes are a bit wide and he looks like he just ran a half marathon by the way he's panting. "H-hey", he greeted again and you only smile at him sheepishly before greeting him back.
Your heart is racing and you're scared he might hear it.
Remember the first time you talked to him? Yeah, that was when he stayed overnight at your house. Your brother, fellow sophomore along with Mark, is one of his fratmates. They're rarely over at your house because even your brother seems to neglect the place called home. Your parents knew that frat of theirs was gonna change him, but you actually didn't mind ㅡ except when you had to do all the chores he usually did. Since you know.. you're the only one present.
He gives a quick glance behind him before reluctantly wrapping his arm around your shoulder - then. you. freeze.
Um..
What.
The.
Hell.
Is happening right now?ㅡ
You've never been THIS close to Mark Lee.
"Uhm ㅡ what are you doing?"
Oh shit. You said that out loud. Aha. Oops.
Mark leans closer so you look straight ahead to avoid his attractive doe eyes. "There's this girl who has been following me around, calling my name and kept saying she loves me or some shit. She's gonna obnoxiously ask me out. Please help me." He whispers, sounding very desperate and traumatised.
Something sparks inside you.
You vision turns red and everything that happens next becomes a blur.
All of a sudden, you stand on your tiptoes to engulf him into a hug, taking him aback but hesitantly hugging you back whilst trying to see the obnoxious girl through his peripheral vision and he sees her suddenly come to a halt.
Aight, he is going to trust you with this.
When you let go, your hands stay on his shoulders, eyes looking at him like he owns a whole galaxy in his (which he kinda does) and you act accordingly, "Alright, I forgive you. Just please.. don't do that again."
Wow.
You are so convincing right now.
It takes Mark a split moment to realise what scenario you're playing right now and when he finally did, he plays along; pouting at you.
"I know. I'm so sorry. It was my mistake.."
Holy crap you almost blew your cover.
You bite your inner cheeks and almost groan at his cuteness, but you stop yourself - pulling him into a hug instead. This time, Mark doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.
Oh how you wish you both could stay like this forever.
Your head turns when you realise the girl hasn't left yet. Gosh she is pissing you off!
You let go, fully turning to make eye contact with her.
"May I help you?" You question, sounding quite dominant and.. eherm.. scary.
"N-no n-nothing." She stammers, turning before walking out of you guys' sights.
Sadly, theatre classes are over.
You sigh, turning back to Mark who has a relieved expression on. "Gosh, thank you so much." He sincerely says, smiling at you while he runs his fingers through his locks. You had to look away to not get caught. "I don't know what I would've done if it wasn't you."
Whoa what does he mean by that - oof.
"Nah, no problem." You shrug, putting your earphones into your ears, expecting him to leave. You open your playlist and scroll through it for a good song.
A hand reaches to gently take one of your earphones out. Mark Lee is still standing there.
"I owe you." He says. "Say, treat you at my parent's restaurant on Friday?" You jaw drops. Holy shit.
Mark Lee is treating you to his family's restaurant?! The famous authentic gourmet restaurant the Lees are famous for?! Oh my God!
"You're kidding right?"
He only grins. "No not at all."
You are still in shock and he chuckles, seeing your reaction. He sees the bus approaching and gets his bus card ready while you are still in a daze.
"So.. It's a date? See you around school, Y/N."
He flashes you one cute smile before stepping in and showing the driver his card. When he chooses a seat, it's the one by the window to the right side so he could wave bye at you as the bus leaves.
LEO VENUS IN THE 11TH HOUSE,ARIES MOON IN THE 8TH HOUSE, CAPRICORN 5TH HOUSE,PISCES 7TH HOUSE, VIRGO SUN
Having the same interests is important
Someone who wants to do things, the more sporty, athletic type
He can be attracted by hair, it’s something that he notices it
In a relationship he seeks companionship, someone who will admire him, and can share the same tastes and passions
He is someone really direct in a relationship, you will know what’s up, he is not the type to feel something and not tell, if he doesn’t like it you will know in the same instance
He is goofy, and can be a little childish
But loves you full hearted
Gives you the best presents
Really affectionate
He wants someone who can love him back in the same way
He is open minded
He wants someone who can keep up with him, because in a relationship he wants to go out and do things, to live the moment with his partner
He is creative, so expect a lot of different dates
He is jealous
Takes good care of you
Likes to help you doing things, cleaning, cooking, with anything really
In public he can be a little more reserved, but in close doors he is a sweet heart, loves to joke around, and have fun with you
The best hugs 😍
He is intuitive
Wants to please by all means
He will notice something you need and will get for you
Yeah, he pays attention in the details
He wants someone who can help him to relax, and reassure him, because he can be really insecure sometimes
He wants to know everything about your day
Wants to talk to you about everything
Wants you to trust him completely
He wants to know all your secrets
He will be your best friend too
He is intelligent, and wants to share with you his knowledge about the things he read
