[9:10 PM] if it weren't for the gentle sting of soapy water seeping in to the gash above his eyebrow, he wouldn't have regretted it. or maybe it was the look on your face as you worriedly dabbed his torn skin with a blood soaked rag.
either way, mark lee was feeling something parallel to regret. see, he didn't truly believe in the word, because if he did, he wouldn't have gone out and done it to begin with. perhaps it was contrition or guilt he was feeling.
definitely the latter.
he felt guilty.
how could he leave his pretty girlfriend all alone, sick to her fucking stomach, while he partook in activities you hated. anxiously awaiting his return, eyes peering through the blinds in the kitchen until you finally caught sight of your boyfriend stumbling up the walk way.
and then to throw open the door to the sight of his face covered in blood - nose trickling ruby red; a particularly awful cut above his eyebrow. shirt torn and dirty with matching cuts littering his chest.
that's something mark will never forgive himself for either.
so yes, he felt guilty, but he never regretted it.
shit, those assholes who hit on you this evening belonged knocked out in the ditch behind the pub anyways. their sickening smiles coating their face in a grimy guise. just the thought of what they had said to you - how they had grabbed your ass.
mark's hand curls tight around the bathroom sink counter - knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the granite.
"babe-" you whisper, setting the rag down and staining the white countertop pink.
"sorry" he chuckles, loosening his hand and shaking it out, "sorry for worrying you, i just-"
"i know."
despite the fact that his wounds still trickled a bit of blood, he pulls you against him and leans his temple against the top of your head. "i swore to always protect you." he kisses your hair, "no matter what."
「3:02 PM」 → In which your boyfriend, Mark Lee, has you sit on his face while you’re busy reading a book. Or, at least, trying to. | smut
warnings | fem/afab reader, cunnilingus ofc, reader is a year younger than mark, slight nipple play, mark loves having you sit on his face, mark’s also a little shit but you love him :)
note | ik ik i’ve been obsessed but this is CHILD mark with the whole eyebrow piercing, white shirt, blue jeans, and short black hair :)
Your legs squirmed, kneeled against the sides of a pillow while your boyfriend, Mark, had his head right in the middle, hands clutched around your thighs, while his lips were right on your clit.
You were softly reading out the lines of a book you were using for one of the sources in your research paper, loud enough for yourself to comprehend and just clear enough for Mark to hear incase you stopped. Usually, you’d have a pen and post-its to note parts you thought were the most relevant to your investigation.
But you had a feeling that you had to re-read some of the pages after this was done.
The situation was unfathomable—or unhinged, as you liked to say. It was the middle of the day, and just because the two of you didn’t have any classes, Mark decided it would be a good idea to have you do your research in his dorm.
And yes, just as you thought, he also made a terrible joke about what kind of “research” he would be doing on you.
You didn’t know if you laughed out of courtesy, or if your now three-month long boyfriend’s humor was rubbing off a bit too much on you. Nonetheless, he was making you feel good and you were losing concentration.
You vividly still remember how you met Mark. It was when you were a sophomore and he was a junior, and you had made friends with one of his younger friends (your age), Jeno. Undoubtedly so, there was a little bit of an attraction between you and Mark, and Jeno sensed it too. But nothing happened until recently, Mark being a senior and you a junior.
It was three months ago, another memory you vividly remember. Jeno had gotten impatient from all the back and forth flirting, and ended up physically and mentally pushing Mark to ask you out to be his girlfriend.
Your relationship with him progressed a bit faster than both of you would’ve thought, but the whole “please, i’d love for you to sit on my face” confession from Mark only came last month.
It wasn’t embarrassing for you at this point to do so, especially after finding out how much he enjoyed it. At times, you think he adores it more than you. But given the situation, and it’s timing, you felt extremely flustered.
There was a very thin sheen of sweat covering your skin from the sun coming in through the window, but you couldn’t really blame the temperature since it was extremely cold.
The February weather had no effect on why you were flushed.
What made you feel rather baffled was the thought of your arousal probably pooling around Mark’s lips, tainting it in ways that made him devour you more, and how his tongue lapped every single drop.
For a brief second, you gasped when you felt him suck harder on your clit,
“Why’d you stop reading?” he asked, sounding more like whdustprhdin than actual words. Nevertheless, you understood.
“M-Mark, why do I have to read this now? Why not after… after you’re done?”
“Mmm..” the vibrations of his vocal wondering made you slightly hiss, “Nah. I like this.”
“Mark—oh my god.” you were cut off by his sudden move to lick a stripe from your untouched hole to your bud of nerves, making you clench around nothing.
Again, for one last time, in a muffled voice, your boyfriend said “Don’t stop reading, babe.”
Which really just meant “Don’t stop reading so that I can know how many times I make you feel good because you’ll either pause, gasp, shake, or moan.”
You continued on to where you stopped, all the while trying to guess where exactly you did stop, and softly reading aloud to yourself like before.
But Mark was getting ballsy. And you were the subject receiving all these little moves to make you cum.
Continuing to pay attention to your clit, he was beginning to constantly suck, much different than before when he was only gently lapping at it—when he was being kind with his actions.
The feeling was sending butterflies all around the insides of your body, a familiar knot forming in your abdomen because of the pleasure. Not only was he paying much needed attention to your clit, but Mark always valued the power of touch.
His hands that were merely clutching your thighs before were now stroking back and forth, the tips of his fingers grazing your bare legs. It tickled only a little bit, but the sensations were undeniably adding onto his lips around your pussy.
Though your top was still on, your bra was off and somewhere on the floor, or perhaps the edge of the bed, and the cool air was only affecting your tits, the nubs much more sensitive than before.
It seemed like he had it all planned, especially when he didn’t turn the heater on. You’re sure that when you instigate him about that later, he’d only shrug and say his Canadian-ness makes him not need a heater.
You were facing the headboard, so your knees were on either side of Mark’s head, and you made sure to not close them or shake too much because you didn’t want to hurt him. But, fuck, he was making it hard for you not physically cave.
Without even looking, while one hand still grazed your thighs, one reached under your shirt, making your own hands clench your book harder while you tried your best to read.
As if he remembered every inch if your body, he got his left hand around your right breast quite easily, using his palm to cup it, and thumb to play with your nipple. Side to side, he rubbed it gently, just enough to make you more sensitive.
The overwhelming attention to the different parts of your body were sending you into overdrive, and you were even impressed with yourself that you could still manage to read.
But as actually thought about how amazing everything felt, it didn’t help for you to look down at Mark and see how he had his eyes right on you, obviously checking to see how you were getting affected by him.
His eyebrow piercing, which you went with him when he was getting it, was right at your view, while your own eyebrows were knitted as you stopped reading altogether, your pleasured sounds filling Mark’s ears as you tried to keep your mouth closed.
But being able to see the pretty expression you usually made when you were close was just enough for Mark to work even harder, now moving his right hand to to join his left at playing with your tits.
The book was clenched in your right hand that was now pushing against the sheets, the left in his hair, fingers laced in the slightly coarse texture (though, getting softer now that he occasionally used your conditioner).
It was getting too much.
You were shaking too much.
Your held in whimpers were too much.
And Mark’s complete concentration to make you cum was too. Fucking. Much.
In a matter of seconds, you reached your orgasm with a held back moan, only choppy, restrained breaths coming out of your parted lips. Mark could see from how you had your eyes closed, hands having moved away from him and the book, now pushing against the space that was left on the pillow right above his head.
And as quickly as you came, you found yourself needing to calm down after Mark’s elongated indulgence to the arousal in between your thighs. You let him prolong your orgasm just a bit more, licking your core like he couldn’t afford to not drink up all of your arousal. He never failed to remind you how hot he was when he did that.
When Mark tapped your thighs, it meant he was satisfied with himself. You got off him and sat against the headboard, conveniently finding your underwear almost falling off the edge of the bed.
As you slipped it on, you grabbed the book and breathed out one last time to relax, looking at your boyfriend who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed.
“Thank you.” you spoke in gratitude, actually needing everything you just experienced because of the stress uni was giving you.
“It’s always my pleasure.” he replied. Though he was facing the other way, you could feel that he was smiling. “So,”
You hear Mark ponder, turning your body to where he was. He was supposed to be going off to the bathroom to clean himself up, but it seemed that he had a further motive to rile you up even more after having himself in between your thighs.
“Hm?” you wonder aloud, curious about what he would say or ask, your hands still holding the book you were “reading” on your lap.
He only turned his head enough to be able to look at you directly, chin almost touching his shoulder, with one hand, he swiped his thumb over one side of his arousal-coated lips.
He could see you tentatively watching, a bit of shock in your eyes, chuckling on the inside while he still stared back at you, and kind of kissed the pad of his thumb, the sound of him sucking on it rather prominent. It made you suck in a breath, he could hear just as easily.
Putting that hand away, he continued on with his vocal thoughts like you were anticipating. Of course, now that he had flustered you out of any more words, he asked you with a slight smirk;
➸ 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.’
[11:59 pm] you were awoken by the feeling of a pillow being put under your head. you and your boyfriend, mark, had been watching a movie before you fell asleep with your head in his lap. when you realized he was gone, you slowly rose up and stretched your arms. when you turned your head around to look for him in the darkness of your apartment, a glowing light came from the direction of the kitchen. "happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you," mark sang as he walked towards your direction with a small cake in hand. a wide smile plastered on your face when you realized what he was doing. mark continued to sing until he reached you on the couch. he held the cake out in front of you so you could blow the candle out. "happy birthday babe." mark said with a smile on his face, similar to the one on yours. when he placed the cake down on the coffee table in front of you, you grabbed his face and began to plaster kisses all over. "i love you, but before i eat this cake i need to know if you made it." you said, teasing mark about his lack of cooking and baking skills. mark rolled his eyes at your sentence. "no, i got it from the bakery down the street. i didn't want to accidentally give you food poisoning on your birthday." you laughed at mark and took a bite of your cake with the fork he handed to you. as if it was possible, you fell even more in love with mark at this moment.
first kiss with boyfriend mark lee and you had to pull away because he couldn't stop grinning against your lips and you ask him what's on his mind? mark replies before peach cheeks and loopy smiles and sheepish breaths of laughter completely overtakes him— that he's only written this moment in midday dreams and he couldn't believe that he can finally kiss you again and again and again without having to wake himself up.
 [01:29] You and best friend!mark are sitting together on the balcony of your hotel, legs dangling ten stories in the air between the railing. He let you borrow his hoodie when you shook from the cold, but you’re still clinging to him for warmth.
“Hey,” he says, catching the way your teeth chatter. “Come here.”
He wraps an arm around you. “Thanks.”
“Did you have fun tonight?”
“Of course,” you say. “It was really nice of everyone to go out of their way for me to celebrate my birthday and take me to dinner and everything. It means a lot to me that the boys would do that.”
He smiles at you. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
“Yeah.” You hesitate and peak over your shoulder through the floor-to-ceiling windows although you know everyone else already went to sleep. When your eyes focus back on him, his expression has to turned to one of worry. “Mark, there’s something.”
“What, is everything okay?” Mark asks, lights from the city being reflected in his dark eyes. “Is it Renjun’s crush on you? If it bothers you, I can ask him to chill out with the flirting. He will a hundred percent if it’s making you uncomfortable.”
“No! It’s not that. Well, kind of.”
He makes a face. “Huh? I’m not following.”
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
He takes your hand is his, lacing your pinkies together. “Done.”
“Renjun’s crush bothers me a little bit,” you say, taking a deep breath, “because I’m gay.”
His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t say anything or loosen his arms around you.
“I pretty much figured out recently that I’m a lesbian, and I didn’t know how to tell you and I was scared, but you’re my best friend so I hoped you would understand. So, yeah.”
“Y/N,” he whispers. “Of course I understand. I’m happy that you feel comfortable telling me and I’m so happy for you! Have you told anyone else?”
“Not yet, but I was thinking of maybe telling the other boys? I’m just nervous because I don’t know what they’ll think and it would really break my heart to hear something ignorant or hateful from them.”
Mark puts his hands over yours and squeezes. “They’re very open-minded and I promise you that they’ll be accepting.”
“Could you help me tell them tomorrow?” you ask. “I want to, you know, start telling people.”
“Absolutely!” he says. “We should go inside, though, because you’re freezing your ass off, love.”
“Mark?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He stands you up and embraces you. “I love you, too. Always.”
You watched, amused, as Mark ran around your apartment, trying to gather all his things together. He was due at the SM building for an 8:30am meeting and seemed to have forgotten that you only live ten minutes away. You knew that he had around another 25 minutes before he needed to leave, making his panic all the more unnecessary and amusing for you. The fact that you had both been drinking the night before did nothing to lessen your amusement, the slight hangover very clear in your boyfriend’s tired eyes.
You finally decided to put the poor boy’s mind at ease, approaching him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder from behind. The only problem was, Mark had been so preoccupied with searching for his phone that he hadn't noticed you walking up behind him. The hand on his shoulder that was intended to be comforting caused him to jump out of skin and whirl around.
This was the final straw for you. You burst out into laughter at Mark’s scared and then confused expression.
‘You need to calm down Mark, you’ll kill yourself stressing like this. You still have almost half an hour before you need to leave.’ You said through giggles before turning around to get him some breakfast.
Mark watched you go, listening to your laugh and unconsciously smiling at the sound of it. Even the simplest things you did brought a smile to his face. He followed you into the kitchen and took a seat by the island.
‘Sorry I’m so stressed.’ He said as you turned around handing him a glass of water, paracetamol and a muffin. ‘We still haven't been assigned the title track and the deadline is slowly approaching. If it isn't chosen then the comeback will be pushed back and I just can’t stand it when they finally tell us what it is and we only have a short amount of time to prepare. All of the songs that they are choosing between are being put on the album anyway so I don’t get why they insist on us having to learn the title first.’
You took a seat opposite him, watching as he took a bite out of his muffin.
‘Mark, you don’t need to apologise to me about work. I know it’s stressful, SM aren't exactly the best about keeping you in the loop and they work you really hard. I just want you to be able to relax while your here. Let your mind and body rest, even if it’s just for a few hours.’
You smiled gently at him, provoking him to send one back. You knew how hard Mark was being worked and, even though you were more and more proud of him everyday, you do wish that he would let himself rest. SM had gotten into his head that it is normal to be working all day, every day, so you tried to make your apartment as relaxing as it could be. And everyday you hoped that he could find some comfort in you and relax, all thoughts of work being far from his mind.
Mark watched as you grabbed his empty plate and turned around to place it in the dishwasher. He never really mentioned it, but, he knew the effort that you put into creating a safe space for him here, and he didn't know how to begin to thank you. He cherished the nights where he could come back from a long day at work, fully prepared to either collapse or cry or both, but then he would see you. And you would be dancing around to music or singing obnoxiously while cleaning and he could feel all the negativity of that day evaporate off him. It was moments like that, that showed the power you had over him and made him fall in love with you over and over again.
He got up, leaving his glass on the counter, walked over to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his head into your neck and just savoured the feeling of being close to you. He registered your arms wrapping around his and your little sigh of contentment as he placed absent minded kissed to your neck and shoulder.
You turned around in his grip and wrapped your arms around his middle as he placed his head back in your neck and held onto your shoulders. He always loved moments like these, the times when it was just the two of you and he could hold you for as long as he wished.
You nuzzled your head further into his chest, relishing the quiet moments you could spend with him before saying goodbye. Suddenly a memory of the night before popped into your head, causing you to laugh as you told Mark where his phone currently was.
‘By the way, your phone is in the fridge.’ You voice coming out slightly muffled
‘Why the hell is it there?’ Mark mumbled into your neck, confusion clear in his voice.
You couldn't stop the laugh coming out of you as you recalled the tales of last night.
‘When you were drunk yesterday you put it in there claiming “This is gonna confuse the hell out of me tomorrow”. Apparently drunk you likes to play pranks of sober you.’
“what is love?” you murmured looking out the window as you saw the cars rush by.
he tapped your thigh to get your attention.
“why the sudden question?”
you shrugged and sighed, turning your head away.
another tap.
“love...” he trailed off and then suddenly reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your eyebrows furrowed at the action, but he paid no mind. he just locked his doe eyes onto your own and gave your hand a soft squeeze.
