pairing : bf!mark x gf!reader genre : fluff, est. relationship warnings : so domestic, self insert, crying, kissing, umm mark = best ever synopsis : headcannons that bf!mark would do wc : 1.7k a/n : this is the pure fluff as promised but its also a self insert :3
secretly selfish. mark was selfish but never in the way you would’ve thought. he was selfish in the way that he always wanted to be the person you talked to the most throughout the day. as much as he loved when you would tell him about the day you had without him, part of him wishes that you spent that day with him because he wanted to be with you all the time. the guilt of this selfishness eats him alive so he never tells you, and instead just acts all casual about the day you had without him but a part of you just knows how much he yearns for that.
his attentiveness. mark had multiple ways of loving you, but there was one in particular. he was such an attentive person that he noticed every little thing about you. when the two of you first starting dating, you were in school and he noticed that you were always in the library day and night so because of that he got you a portable lamp so that you were never bothered with the lack of light. it was those little things that mark noticed that made you fall for him. from fixing your outfit for you to bringing you what you’re craving during your lunch break, he knew you like the back of your hand.
there would be times where he would pick up on something that you weren’t sure you yourself knew. “you’re doing that thing when you’re upset! oh come on babe” he whined out, dropping his head in your lap as you two cuddled on the couch. you snorted and raised your brows, “i do not have a thing when i’m upset! you’re so dramatic” you teased, running your hand through his hair. he raised his head and looked at you closer, “you do, you do this thing with your eyes.. cmon it’s so noticeable” he said, making you furrow your brows. you shook your head and sighed. “stop making that joke though! my labubus are adorable” you groaned and mark only smiled, sitting up softly to position himself closer to your cheek, “whatever you want” he mumbled, kissing your cheek then your face all over.
private but never secret. both you and mark were quite open people, so when the two of you started dating there was a mutual agreement to not make your relationship too public where everyone knew about you two. just public enough that everyone knew you were his and he was yours. it remained that way as you two spent more and more time together. occasionally when you would be out with friends, you two would hold your hands underneath the table, your intertwined hands in marks lap as he rubbed circles on the front of your hand. sometimes when you were walking in public, his hand would rest on the small of your back, signifying that he was still close by and right with you. neither of you were ever big on pda so that wasn’t an issue either. despite all these things, everyone just knew the way you looked at one another, grazed hands, and smiled at each other, that you two were together.
gifts when you least expect it. it wouldn’t ever be a special occasion, but randomly mark would come home with a gift for you. it ranges from a trinket he saw at the convenience store or a necklace so expensive that it could buy a mansion. marks heart was very big, he was a very charitable man but to him, spending money on you wasn’t charitable but rather one of his rights that he had a privilege of doing as your boyfriend.
you heard the apartment door open and close, signifying that mark had come home after his day out. “hey baby” he sighed, the smile in his voice clear as he made his way to the couch where you sat. you looked up at him from your laptop and smiled, scooting to make room for him. “have fun?” you said, watching as he sat down next to you. he nodded, kissing your cheek. he took a small box out of his jackets inner pocket, looking to you. you already knew and smiled softly, “you didn’t have to, you know that?” you watched him, the biggest smile on his face as he opened the box, revealing a ring with small gems. “yeah but, i wanted to” he mumbled, slipping the ring onto your finger, looking back up to you. “thank you” you mumbled, looking into his eyes. “anything for you” he mumbled back, leaning into you peck your lips.
quiet nights. there would be days where both you and mark arrive home overstimulated and tired from the day both of you had. for you it would be work and for mark it would be the endless hours he spends in the recording studio. in those nights, the two of you would lead a very quiet night. you silently cooking dinner as mark kept you company, helping you whenever you needed it. he would clean up the kitchen and dishes afterwards as you run a bath for the both of you. the bath would be quiet as well, marks bare chest against your back as he rubs your arms, pecking light kisses against your shoulder. the night would end with the two of you in bed, limbs intertwined as he runs his hand through your hair, getting lost in you.
“love you” mark mumbles, pressing a kiss on the top of your head as you moved closer to him, your head laying on his chest. “love you too” you mumble back, his soft snores lulling you to sleep.
laughing at your dumb jokes. you could admit that you weren’t the funniest person ever and mark knew that sometimes you did feel insecure when no one laughs at your jokes. so when the two of you are out with your friends and you say a joke, he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. mark has a very contagious laugh so this makes everyone else laugh as well. you know that sometimes he just laughs because he doesn’t want you to feel alone but that makes it better because he cares about you so much to notice the little things.
never wanting to be apart. mark and his closest friends would plan a trip atleast once every 3 month but it was always overnight and at least for one weekend. obviously he wouldn’t want to bring you around because his other friends wouldn’t bring their girlfriends since it was strictly only them. when this time came around he would constantly be texting you about anything since he hated being apart from you. you thought it was cute because you missed him as well but he was just so adorable.
my love: they’re sending me chenle and jeno to the supermarket i can’t believe this
my love: i can’t even cook baby what do i do
you: just help chenle get what he needs he’ll probably be cooking
you: or you guys could call jaemin
my love: wait ur right
my love: i miss u so bad baby
my love: they’re making me drive maybe i should just abandon them and drive back to town
my love: they can just uber
you: babe don’t do that TT
you: i miss you more my love
you: the cat we feed on the way home also misses u lots
my love: :((((
my love: the resort place is really nice .. should i ask renjun to send me the link to the airbnb
you: why? if he booked it then you guys can just book again through him
my love: baby come on
my love: my girl deserves to be taken out and spoiled all the time
you: focus on getting groceries idiot…….
my love: we WILL bookmark it
my love: hope work is good, missing u so much
you: work is work babe
you: i miss u more
you: but i wouldn’t be opposed to the vacay
my love: YESS
my love: don’t work too hard baby
my love: gotta go now, love u
my love: call tn?
you: ofc and i won’t, love you more
my love: <333
hating when you cry. mark didn’t cry often, you weren’t sure when the last time you saw him cry but he always feels the urge whenever you cry. mark loves hard so when he sees you crying as if the world is falling apart to him his world is falling apart. it’s not like you cried often but he knew you were the type of person to pent things up and letting it all out so when that did happen it was a little messy. he wipes your tears away from your face and holds you close to him, letting you cry it out. he knows you need it so he never tries to stop it but instead silently gives you his comfort.
writing poetry for you. there would be times where the two of you would be sitting next to each other doing your own respective work. in those times mark would slip you a small piece of paper, smiling as he watched you read it. he made music and at times he would be writing lyrics but sometimes he got too caught up in you and wrote small poems for you to cherish and adore as he does you. those poems could be on slips of paper or post it notes he leaves around the apartment but it reminds you that his love is everywhere for you to see.
soft sweet kisses. marks love was sweet and warm, just for you. his kisses also followed that same feeling. he wouldn’t kiss you in public because he knew you didn’t like that but when the two of you are alone whether it be in the car or back at your shared apartment, his kisses were frequent. it could be a soft peck against your lips just for a quick goodbye or a slow and sweet kiss that spoke more than words ever could. he would hold you by your waist, soft lips moving against yours, smiling softly. those kisses leave your cheeks flushed and heart beating at a rapid pace. for some reason those kisses meant so much more to you than any words he muttered to you.
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There was something different about the way Mark looked at you when you saw him that night. It wasn't tiredness, or even the reflection of the long day he'd had at the studio. It was more like a mixture of relief and tenderness, as if finding you was just what he needed to breathe again.
You were sitting on the couch, the TV on out of habit, the air silent. His hands were clasped together, his thumbs playing distractedly, and you didn't say anything at first, because you knew that sometimes it took Mark a while to say what he was thinking.
“Today was a long day,” he finally murmured, his voice low.
“Really?” you asked, turning slightly toward him.
“Yes. Full of things, people, noise. But still…” he sighed, with a small smile, “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”
Your heart tightened a little.
“Really?” you joked, trying to sound lighthearted. “I'm sure you always say that.”
Mark shook his head, looking at you with that calm sincerity he had for important things.
“I say it because it's true. I thought about you when I laughed at something and you weren't there to hear it. I thought about you when I went to buy coffee and ordered yours without realizing it. I thought about you when I was exhausted and needed something to make me feel calm.”
There was a gentle silence. Not uncomfortable, but one of those that feels nice.
He looked at you with such serene calm that you had to look away. And then, without moving too much, he ran his hand through your hair, as if he needed to confirm that you were there, that you were real.
“Sometimes I don't know how to tell you that I miss you,” he admitted, “so I just leave it at that. Thinking about you.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, and he let out a long, relieved sigh.
The TV continued to murmur in the background, but you didn't care.
Mark hugged you a little tighter, and in a voice so soft you could barely hear it, he repeated:
dating mark comes with an unspoken loyalty towards you. mark would root for you no matter, even if you aren’t aware that he is. he’d do everything in his capacity to make sure that life goes your way, because mark wants to see you thrive and be happy. whether it be opportunities or any other events in your life, mark would attempt to help you out in whatever way he can. doing research on work fields that you’re interested in during his free time and coincidentally bringing up how there is a job near your place that you could apply for. or, you could complain to mark on the phone how it had started being burdensome to get up in the mornings and prepare your stuff, and wake up the next day to a small note and a lunch box on your kitchen counter that mark had placed there for you, encouraging words written on them. if no one is on your side, you know that at least mark is.
attempting a new lifestyle (just for you).
mark is someone who has a set routine in life, a schedule that he follows daily. he’s a person who knows what he does and doesn’t like, but with you, he doesn’t think a little change can hurt. mark would rarely have the time to go out and enjoy the outside world. you on the other hand, love to explore, which is how mark finds himself getting dragged by the hand as you show him your favourite places. mark, who is scared of heights, but would let you lead him to the top of a building because you like the view up there. he knows he doesn’t enjoy the taste of ketchup, yet he’d keep quiet and let you feed him the french fries drizzled in it. mark who’s world revolves around his work and work ethic doesn’t think he’d mind making space for your world in his own.
nonchalant jealousy.
anyone can point out when mark is jealous. it would start with prolonged stares towards you, a hidden confusion in his eyes as he flashes you a small smile from across the room. walking over towards you before interrupting whatever conversation you were having with the person across you. inching closely towards you, before draping an arm around you shoulder, introducing himself towards the stranger. tugging you away with an excuse along the words of ‘having to show you something’. a nervous laughter as he’d ask you “is that your friend? i’ve never seen him.” by now it’s hard for you to hold back your laughter and you’d have to assure mark that nothing was going on. you can hear the sigh of relief under his breath before another more playful chuckle leaves him. yes, mark was jealous, he’d never admit it though.
how he asked you out.
mark most likely wouldn’t even realise at first that he is crushing on you, only when one of his friends points out how he is not-so-subtly glancing at you every minute with the suggestion that perhaps he might have a thing for you, would it click in his head that “damn, i do have a crush on you”. mark would try to impress you a lot and flatter you without directly telling you that he likes you. by doing so, he’d observe your reactions and slowly build up the courage to ask you out on a date. he’d take you out to the fanciest restaurant he could find and treat you with more gifts afterwards, whatever your eyes land on, he’d immediately ask if you wanted it. the date would end with him driving you back home, asking you if you enjoyed the date. he’d confess right then and there that he’d love to go on a second date if you’d like it too. fortunately for him, you’re crushing on him just as much as he is on you!
kisses.
kissing mark feels like having your breath taken away from you as his kisses always have an underlying passion to it. he’d cave in softly at first, testing the waters and getting the both of you comfortable. his hand would rest under your chin as he’d tug you to himself. the kiss grows more passionate after a while, proximity closing between you two. you’d think the room was burning with the warmth that travels through your body as mark deepens the kiss, his arms around your body by now pressing you against him. his kisses taste like sweet love and desperate lust. you’d think its because mark hasn’t seen you for a while, but instead its because he just can’t help himself when it comes to you. mark’s love for you shows through the heated kiss shared between you two that feels like it lasts the whole night, and quite frankly, neither of would want the intimate moment to end anytime soon.
pairing : mark x fem!reader. genre : fluff, est relationship, wedding, idk what else warnings : mentions of getting married synopsis : in which a dream of yours starts to become a reality thanks to your boyfriend wc : 1.3k a/n : nct dream debut w da loml, not much else to say sooo if u like it pls like n reblog!
here you stood, in front of all the people you held dear. to your right you had your bridesmaid and best friend, and further on in the front row were your parents. in front of you however was the love of your life, soulmate, other half, and everything in between. he looks at you with those doe eyes of his, those same eyes forming into crescents as he smiles and reaches for your hand.
the officiant stood between the two of you, reading out the typical things that were read during the wedding, but you weren’t paying attention. the only thing you could focus on was the man in front of you, smiling at you warmly. his smile could calm all of your nerves in an instant. “yn yln do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant broke you out of your thoughts. you look to him and then back at mark, who only smiles at you. “i do” you say, feeling your heart swell at the words alone. “and do you, mark lee, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” he turns to look at mark and suddenly every thought is popping in your head.
what if he said no? what if he suddenly regretted the thought of marrying you and abandoned you here in front of all your friends and family. two words break you out of your thoughts, “i do” he says, smiling and gripping your hand tighter. you smile as well, feeling a wave of emotions, you were married now, to the love of your life. “you may kiss the bride” the officiant says, now smiling at the two of you. mark begins to lean in, you as well, closing your eyes…
your eyes open to see marks chest. you look up at him, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. your eyes look around your all too familiar shared bedroom. It was all a dream. you weren’t getting married, hell you werent even engaged. it was all just a silly stupid dream. mark looked to you and smiled softly, setting his phone down. “good morning baby” he spoke raspily, that same rasp he always had in his voice in the mornings. you gave him a tight lipped smile, “morning” you mumbled back.
the problem was that you knew mark would know something was up, the two of you had been together for 3 years now. so when you laid down next to him he turned his body to face you. “whats wrong?” he looked to you with those doe eyes, oh those eyes. you turned your head and sighed softly. “just a dream babe thats all” you replied back because what else could you say? how could you tell your boyfriend of 3 years that you were suddenly yearning for marriage after never mentioning it, all because of a stupid dream.
“cmon tell me” he frowned slightly, hand moving up to stroke your hair. your cheeks turned pink, “its so dumb mark” you mumbled, making him smile and shake his head. “nothing you say is dumb baby, now tell me” he spoke softly, he always spoke so soft with you. it’s what made him so easy to talk to. “i had a dream we were getting married, like we were at the ceremony and all” you breathed out, looking at him expecting a big reaction.
instead he just smiled and giggled a little. “thats all?” he responded, making you furrow your brows. “what do you mean thats all” you reply, smiling softly now at the situation. “its normal baby, we’ve been together so long” he shrugs, as if getting married is just no big deal! he hadn’t even popped the question, how could he be so normal about this?
“you’re being weirdly normal about this babe” you said, inching closer to him so your head was now on his shoulder as he looked up at the ceiling. his arm went under your head to pull you closer to him, his hand on the small of your back now. you rested your head against his chest once again, hearing his heartbeat, making you smile. you always felt so much closer to him when the two of you laid like this.
“i mean at least i know you want to marry me” mark speaks up, breaking the silence between you two. you furrow your brows once more, “of course i want to marry you mark is that even a question” he looks down to you, smiling softly. “where would we get married then?” he said, smiling as he spoke. you could tell he was dying to have this conversation with you at some point. “would you want a destination wedding?” you rested your chin on his chest so you could look at him properly. “depends, i would go wherever you want me to baby” he smiled, making your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink.
mark did that often, he would say something that would make your heart swell with love and just act like he never said it. you hummed, deep in thought trying to rack through the places you would want to be married. “maybe paris” you responded, earning a small giggle from mark. “ooo the city of love” he teased, making you laugh along with him. “cmon you would love to get married there wouldn’t you?” you responded, smiling whilst talking. your cheeks would always hurt with mark because of how much you smiled.
“okay fine paris” he rolled his eyes teasingly, “what about the ceremony, private or big and grand” he asked and you hummed in thought once more. “i think we would both want it to be private right?” you furrowed your brows, making him nod. “obviously your family and mine, and some of our closest friends” he responded, as if already having a mental guest list.
“what about the ring?” you tilt your head, making mark stroke your hair once again. his hand always had to be playing with your hair. “gold, you dont wear silver” he responded, quickly. “wow, im surprised you knew” you replied, rather sarcastically making him laugh. “i would get you any ring you wanted, just say the word” he replied, making you smile once more.
“yeah the real question is when are you proposing?” you scoffed amusingly. you shifted your position to lay your head back on his chest, his arm holding your waist. mark laid in silence for a couple minutes, clearly deep in thought. then he said a sentence that you didn’t think you would hear this morning. “i mean we could go pick a ring now?”
you sat up almost immediately, mark looking up at you. “what?” you said, searching in his eyes for an answer. “we’re both off of work today.. so we could go” he said once more, smiling. you smiled even bigger. truth be told this wasn’t how you imagined your proposal to go, in bed with mark, legs intertwined, bodies meshed together as one, but for some reason it was perfect, beyond that really.
you leaned closer to him, hugging him. smiling into the crook of his neck as he giggled like a lovestruck idiot. you pulled back, looking in his eyes. “is that a yes?” he smiled even bigger if that was possible and you nodded frantically, kissing his cheek all over then moving to his lips. the two of you locked lips, each time you kissed mark it felt like the first in the best way possible.
he smiled, his hand reached up to cup your cheek as your lips moved together slowly. this kiss felt so much more different than the others, like the two of you were holding back tears due to how happy you were. you pulled back, smiling down at him. “i love you” you mumbled, looking in his eyes. “i love you even more baby” he smiled back, sitting up to kiss your cheek. dreams really could come true.
if it isnt too much of a bother, could i request texts with mark dating a girl whose personality is exactly like haechan? cuz thats literally me, lmfao. thanks!!
take care and stay hydrated <33
mark bf texts with someone whose personality is like haechan’s (ft. haechan)
I LOVW U FOR REQUESTINF THISSS
AND HELLO UR PERSONALIRY IS LIKE HAECHAN?? ummm im literally gonna start likinf girls for u whats ur number 😅😅
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing, slight angst, stalking, taunting, talks of mental health.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Thriller, slight angst, no fluff, slowburn.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,3k
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝: The Purple Envelope
Why not pick the Purple card? It was the obvious choice. It laid in the centre as if calling out, the better choice, the only choice. A perfect and neatly waxed seal right in the centre with lavender tucked underneath it, wafting a calming and relaxed scent into the air overpowering any other smell nearby. This was clearly the right one to choose.
As Y/n’s hand reached forward it was an obvious choice as to which she would pick. It was calling out to her, sitting in the centre of the others and closest in reach, the lavender scent wafting and hitting her nose with relaxing and calming tones to it. Her fingers moved under the envelope itself to pick it up.
Turning the letter in her hand, eyes scanning the back noting a lack of details. No sender, no address, not one word written on it. Meaning this really was just someone she knew playing tricks on her, even so she’d humour then before dumping the envelopes in her trash can to be long forgotten.
Turning the envelope back around she moved to slide her pedicured nail underneath the waxed seal pulling upwards slowly noting how the waxed seal did not stick to the paper or rip it as it unsealed, interesting. The lavender still sealed beneath the wax as she lifted the letter top upwards.
Predictably inside the letter was also a purple in colour, just a slightly lighter colour. Moving her index finger and thumb to dip into the envelope and pulling the letter free from inside. She let the envelope drop back onto the desk, her sole focus being on the letter now.
Dear Y/n,
I didn’t think any less, I knew you’d pick my letter. There was no doubt about it, my love. To think the others even thought they had a chance was laughable. It’s always been us. Though it was entertaining enough to see them put their hearts into letters that will never be opened. If you were hoping for some context, my love, you won’t be getting it just yet, be patient like I know you can be and later when I finally reveal myself and intentions you’ll enjoy the reward. Just wait a little longer, you can do that much since I’ve waited for quite some time myself.
The only one for you,
Y/n read it over four times, trying to catch any sort of similarities in who she knew, their handwriting, their wording and their telltales. But she came up short. She didn’t know this cursive handwriting, nor the formatting it was worded in. Folding it closed her eyes drifted over the edge of the letter towards her desk.
Her bare desk. Empty. Setting the letter onto the table to look around her room as if to spot the six letters she’d not chosen, as if they’d grown legs and moved somewhere else on their own. Coming up short she turned her focus back onto her desk only to be met with no more letters, not even the one she’d picked.
On the centre of her desk was only one item left. The lavender from the envelope sitting right in the centre of her desk, as if taunting her. Taking in a long winded breath inwards through her nose she moved forward to pick up the lavender, to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.
Though as she picked it up pulling it closer she couldn’t help but wish it had been a figment of her imagination because as she pulled it under her nose taking in that calming yet powerful scent only lavender could give she now had to come with terms that the letters once on her desk had vanished.
An impossible feat, considering the fact inanimate objects don’t just disappear from reality.
“Fuck.” She cursed moving to chuck the lavender back onto her desk standing up, she’d make sense of it all. This was just some sick and twisted prank her friends had planned from the start all because she never entertained the thought of Halloween festivities.
Her eyes glancing over toward her meticulous calendar she’d had filled to the brim with notes on what to study, lecture times, work shifts and such. October 31st written in with lectures and study notes like any other day, a normal Thursday for her, which was today.
She was starting to regret telling some of her friends the passcode to her apartment now, of course one of them would go and abuse that trust. Trust was something she didn’t take lightly and when she found out which one had done it, they weren’t going to know her new passcode that was for sure.
It took a solid twenty minutes for her to go around her apartment for any possible hiding spots, a person could think to hide in, or places to dump the rest of the unopened letters. Yet she came up short, not one letter or person found. She summed it up as them having bounced the second they knew she was finished reading her first letter.
She made her way back towards her bedroom, even taking one step in she was hit with that scent of lavender once again. It was an overpowering scent to begin with so she wasn’t surprised that just one single stalk of it took over her room.
Walking towards her desk she stared down at it, a frown digging into her face as she moved to pick it up, twirling it between her fingers.
“The only one for me, my ass.” She scoffed, dropping the lavender directly down into the trash can below her desk.
Instead of thinking further on the badly planned prank she would no doubt find the culprit of later she decided to spend her time doing something productive considering the fact she wasn’t going to be able to sleep for quite a while. Unsettled by how someone had entered her apartment without her even realising.
Going back over to her desk she grabbed her bookmarked study textbook placing it to the left of her flipping to the page she needed at the moment before grabbing out her tablet, propping it against the wall for extra online researching from proper website sources and lastly taking out her book she used to write extra study notes in.
Moving to check the time, it was only seven pm, it felt like it was later than that. Leaning back in her chair gazing out the window she noted there were still quite a lot of trick or treaters outside going house to house. Luckily her apartment usually only got visitors on the lower levels, even so her door had a sign taped on it explaining she wasn’t available to give out candy this year.
Sitting back up she decided an hour or two would be enough time to settle down from whatever she’d just had to experience. Grabbing her black pen, twirling it back and forth in her hand, scanning over her text book, willing herself to get into the mood to focus solely on that.
Once that familiar ache was present in her wrist and finger from writing she looked towards her clock again. Two hours had passed by quite quickly, after getting into the mood to study it had only felt as if a half hour had passed. Going through her new notes one more time page for page looking for any mistakes.
Satisfied with the progress she packed everything away, though even with the study she’d done it still lingered in the back of her head. The smell was still ever so present thanks to the fact her trash can was placed right below her desk. She wanted to stop thinking about it.
Leaning into her seat her eyes unintentionally landed below on the trash can, she’d emptied it this morning so it was as if the lavender was taunting her once again, staring right back at her if it could. Y/n barely noticing the way her teeth dug against each other, clenched hard.
Forcing herself up she all but shoved the trash can from underneath her desk outwards, the metal can sliding past to the other side of the room, gliding as it went. The smell, too strong to be completely gone just from being moved.
Getting up and over to her window she looked to see there were still trick or treaters below, less than before, barely any young children and a few teenagers still roaming around probably in hopes to have the scrapes leftover from the night.
Moving her hands below the always unlatched window she pulled it upwards to let fresh air into the room, her mothers words always sticking to her even if she lived in dependably now by herself. Her mother would always walk into her bedroom unannounced back in the day, forcing her window open whether it was summer or winter claiming fresh air was not only good for her head but to keep a fresh smell.
If she was being honest with herself she knew it was really because her mother sought small interactions with her throughout the day. They interacted enough, but she didn’t mind the small interruptions on most days back then, of course some days it was a bit annoying. But these days she missed those little interactions that would consistently happen. So in a sense she figured her younger self needed the interactions back then just as much as her mother did.
She leaned out the window slightly to feel the slight breeze in the air, closing her eyes as she listened to the occasional voices that passed by. That in itself was calming. Just to stop and take everything in as it came. Once she felt it was enough she pulled her head back from the window but refrained from shutting the window deciding to let the air flow through the room for a bit longer, she might just let it stay open the whole night.
Her apartment was on the second story, so the only worry she could possibly have was a bird or some insects coming through it. But since she hadn’t had a bird incident yet and the fact she had plenty of glasses to trap unwanted crawlers from running around she would be just fine.
Y/n moved towards her bed going underneath the warm inviting blankets, having already dressed in comfortable clothing to sleep in the moment she stepped foot inside her apartment after her lectures for the day had finished. Ignoring the way her phone had pinged with messages over the course of the day about Halloween invites and such.
Grabbing her remote control she pressed the top left red button turning her small television on that was placed against the opposite side of her wall from her bed. Perfectly content on flicking through channels to whatever interested or caught her attention for the last bit of her night.
Ending up leaving it on some random slasher movie, most channels at this time playing horror movies for the obvious reason of it being Halloween. Not that she was complaining much, she didn’t really get the hype of Halloween itself but she did enjoy a good horror movie now and then, which she hadn’t had a chance to do in some time.
Half way through the second insidious movie she could feel her eyes getting heavier, as much as she didn’t like wasting electricity for the fact it racked up on her end of month bills and was bad for the climate she thought one night wouldn’t hurt out of the year to fall asleep to.
Her eyes slipped shut seconds later, content on just hearing the movie then actually watching it. Background noise was always comforting to her as she fell asleep, usually it would be in the form of music, a podcast or audio book but this way would work for her no problem too.
A strong breeze through the window caught her attention, a large gust of lavender hitting her nose causing it to scrunch slightly. Lavender was supposed to be helpful in relaxing and even helping most people fall asleep but it was just too overpowering at that moment.
Her eyes snapping open, trying to figure out why the breeze from the window could make the lavender scent so strong, head turning slowly towards the trash can in the back of her room. It was opposite of her window, the breeze would go towards it not carry it to her.
Gazing at the trash can she was suddenly wide awake again. Her bed was warm, from being laid in, but even if her body protested leaving that said warmth she had to look. Padding her now sockless feet towards the back of her room, head angled downwards to look over the edge of the trash can.
The lavender was still there, laying there not moved an inch. Tauntingly looking back up at her once again as if to mock and laugh at her having gone back to it once again. Turning her head towards the open window she noted a new added lavender piece sitting on top of the window ledge.
Whatever fucked up situation this was, she wasn’t entertaining it. And whichever friend had decided to do it would be getting an ear full tomorrow. Nearly snatching the trash can from the floor she made her way towards the window sill dumping the next lavender into it, adding to what she hoped would be a small collection with no further additions.
Before she could dump the trash can back underneath her desk in its original spot she decided on a better place. Making her way towards her bedroom door where it was slightly ajar she pulled it open chucking the trash can into the hallways before closing the door without another thought on it. She’d worry about the contents inside of it tomorrow, maybe throw it out into the proper bin outside the apartment.
As she spun around to go back to bed her body stilled. If the added lavender had appeared on her window while she had been slipping into sleep it meant one thing. She wasn’t alone. Her hands balling into fists at her sides at the realisation.
Spinning back around to face the door of her bedroom. There was no way the person was gone already from her house, this was a chance to find the culprit. No doubt in her mind it was one of her friends. They were taking this prank too far and she was ready to shake some sense into them, preferably by shoving those lavender pieces in their face.
As if on autopilot she opened her bedroom door peering into the darkness. The trash can she’d abandoned in the hallway still standing there on the floorboards. To give whoever it was a chance her mouth opened.
“If you think this was hilarious you’re wrong, you might as well show yourself now and I may go easy on you but no promises on that.” Her voice at a medium volume, enough anyone nearby would hear but the tone was definitely showing off how unimpressed she was.
Even after her words she was met with silence in return. Scoffing, she stepped outside of her bedroom and into the hallway foot grazing her trash can. It was dark, but her eyes had adjusted to the lighting now.
“Alright, the hard way it is.” Muttering to herself this time.
Her attention going towards the door opposite down the hallway seeing it was slightly ajar. She knew for a fact it had been previously closed. She never left the guest room wide open, only on cleaning day when the window was open to let air circulate around her home.
It was too obvious that one of her friends had decided to hide there for now. She tried keeping her footing light and unnoticeable as she went towards the guest room, thankful now about how she knew which floorboards were creaky, having lived here long enough by now to know small details like this.
Her fingers clasped around the edge of the guest room door pushing it slowly open, half relieved she’d taken the time to oil the hinges on all her doors a month ago as it silently opened up instead of creaking.
The guest room seemingly empty once she’d opened the door fully. Peering inside, no person in sight, the window also shut. Taking a few steps into the room her shoulders dropped, unknowingly having tensed up beforehand.
She hadn’t been prepared for the door to swing shut, instead of moving her body decided on not doing flight or fight. Freezing in her spot as if her feet were glued down to the tacky looking carpeted floor.
“I’m surprised you’d walk into a room without checking the most obvious hiding spot, behind the door.” An all too familiar voice spoke out from behind her.
His words finally caused her to be able to move, which she did, turning to face him. Mark looked every bit unbothered where he stood leaning against the wall exactly where the door had been previously covering his figure. With one detail missing from him, the smile he usually carried on his lips was missing.
“Of all people it was you who decided to play this shitty prank on me? Come on, Mark, seriously? You better have a damn good explanation for it because I don’t find it at all funny.” Y/n was quick to scold her friend.
It was pretty surprising to find out it had been Mark this whole time, sure she could get Donghyuck or Chenle doing it. But Mark? This was very out of character for him, or at least from what she knew about her friend it was.
“Fuck baby use that brain I know you have.” Mark laughed out, seemingly amused by the whole situation. Irritatingly enough, still leaning relaxed against the wall as if he owned the place.
Those words alone hitting her right in the chest. The usually ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ had seemingly been replaced with a much less platonic nickname. Not to mention the back handed complement she’d just received. He’d actively avoided her words in favour of basically giving an offensive response.
“Are you alright in the head currently Mark? Because I know very well you didn’t just invite yourself into my home, insulting me.” She scolded moving closer, her movement not lost on him as Mark stood up from where he’d been leaning.
“Oh, come on Y/n. Think.” He taunted moving a hand towards her face, one she caught, fingers wrapping around his wrist to stall his action. His smile only growing into a grin as he pushed his hand to poke her head slightly.
“You think that letter was just some prank? The lavender? Now what kind of normal person can do something like that?” He teased out, she was just about ready to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.
“How about instead of expecting me to just know what you’re trying to do as if I can read your mind and just say it out loud Mark, because right now you’re really starting to piss me off.”
Her words only made him let out a small amused noise, eyes glinting in the dark. She knew how to rile him up in the best ways without even trying.
“Have I ever told you that the way you speak really does things to me?” He asked out, head leaning forward to be closer to hers.
“Baby I’m not just some university golden boy. You should have gotten the hints by now. I’m slightly offended if that’s all you thought about me. Do I really have to spell it out to you?”
His words only proved to confuse her further, but upon inspecting his eyes she didn’t see the tell tale signs of glassiness or a dazed look meaning he was not on drugs, something she preferred in this situation. She hadn’t totally ruled out a mental breakdown though.
“Mark, it’s way too late for this bullshit.” She practically hissed out in frustration at this point, she could barely recognise her friend. His usual bright personality replaced with some smug asshole at the moment.
“Spelling it out, it is.” He hummed out pulling his hand away from her head.
“You know the curious thing about sins? There’s seven main types, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth being six of them, but the main one, yeah the main one is pride. Six of them all lead down the path of pride. If you really think about it. Pride branches out into all those sins. Pride makes everyone succumb to their desires.”
Y/n just watched him ramble, eyeing how his hands moved gesturing as he talked. She was now certain Mark was currently in a state of mania, or at least some form of mental breakdown. Though Mark paused glancing at her reaction, her facial expression.
“On one hand this is probably a lot for you to take in that I can get, but man it’s great to get it off my chest. Sure it was fun playing around for a bit, but it’s kind of digging into my ego to play the goodie two shoes for so long.”
With a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth he watched her. A few seconds passed before deciding he was done playing. Rolling his shoulders back and with a quick tilt of his jaw the guest bedroom door shut on its own tightly.
Y/n nearly jumping, mind racing for possible logical reasons, eyes glancing at the window that was still shut, meaning it couldn’t have been the wind. Her attention zeroed back onto Mark as he cleared his throat clearly wanting her to focus solely on himself.
“Let’s cut to the chase baby. I’m him, I’m basically the embodiment of Pride itself, then again I go by a lot of names. I mean Lucifer is a bit overused these days and prince of hell is kind of tacky if I’m honest. I did get used to being called Mark after hearing it from you so much so let’s just stick with that, yeah?”
“You’ve gone insane.” She mumbled not even noticing the fact she’d taken a step backwards, Mark following her with two steps closer.
“Insane? Really? Love, you can give a better reaction than that. I was hoping for maybe a scream or even better you profess that undying love you definitely have for me.” He responded, eyes never leaving her face, always watching, waiting.
“Right because whatever this is, definitely makes me like you.” She scoffed out, the situation would have any sane person filing a restraining order.
“The deflecting is very obvious, come on, we both know you like me. Or well maybe the version you got used to. But don’t worry you’ll get used to the real me very soon. I like you too so we shouldn’t have any problems with that.” Mark reassured her as if everything about how the night had played out was completely normal.
It was true, Y/n had liked Mark. Practically adored the way he’d wear a goody smile on his face in nearly any situation. They’d gotten closer in the past year with being in nearly all the same lectures. But now she wasn’t entirely sure that had been as much of a coincidence as she’d thought it had been.
The man in front of her however, was the exact opposite. Practically a stranger, one that had been over so many times to her home, someone who’d she’d shared her deepest secrets with on late exam study nights, the person to hold her hair back when she’d vomit out the liquor she’d gulped down on the rare occasion she did go out to party and so much more.
Her skin crawled at the fact she’d been fooled by him for so long. Even if he wasn’t a demon like he claimed to be, the fact he had acted this whole time like a different person was sickening. He’d tailored his personality to suit her, bring down her guard and worm his way into her life like an infestation.
Infestations were a nightmare to get rid of, and at times nearly impossible. Y/n wasn’t dumb, just by Mark’s gaze alone she knew she was in for hell, metaphorically and apparently also literally.
“What’s got you thinking so hard hm?” He asked out tilting his head just the slightest bit, trying to figure her out.
“So let me get this straight. You just assumed that once I read that very dramatic letter you wrote, and then showed up unannounced in my home with that fully loaded explanation I’d just what? Accept it? Beg you to sweep me off my feet and walk away into the sunset?” She asked out boldly, shoulders tense with that stubborn look she tended to get resting on her face.
Mark smirked at her choice of words, though his jaw tightened, ticking the slightest bit. Her words bruising his ego just a bit, but you don’t just go knocking Pride over. It’s not the best idea, and those who tried never ended up coming out unscathed.
“It would be the easiest outcome, wouldn’t it?” He rhetorically asked out, taking another step closer. Enough for her to get a whiff of lavender, a connection she should have made quite a long time ago the moment she’d opened that damned envelope.
She stood her ground, head tilting only a bit when he made his way towards her, their chests practically touching. Trying to hold her ground.
“But… knowing you, it won't be that simple. It’s okay, I never could resist a challenge and you my dear are my greatest challenge yet. One I will enjoy with great pleasure completing. Because the moment you met me, you were already mine.”
He’d known you well before the day you’d officially met two years ago. It was no coincidence on that cliché day where you’d quite literally bumped into him spilling your warm beverage over his crisp white sweater in the middle of the campus cafe.
“I’m not yours, especially now knowing what you are.” Y/n gritted out, trying to seem unaffected by his close proximity.
Mark moved to graze his nose slightly against hers whispering out.
“Then let’s change that. I’ll show you how tempting it is. Y/n, you’re dripping in my own sin. Too prideful for your own good.”
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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Y/n really be not having it in this one. The two are not gonna back down 😵💫 sidenote: due to rushed time this is not proofread and will be edited soon.
Content Warning: Very verbal. A lot of degradation and humilliation. Praise kink. Very detailed deep throat/ Oral sex. Possesive. Threeome. Sub reader.
"Oh I love that sound" His voice made it difficult for you to stay still. It was your first time deepthroating someone like that, and the gagging sound seemed to have awaken something in him. His hand held your head in that position, not moving an inch, though his length was throbbing, massaging the back of your throat slightly. Another gag.
His fingers pull from your hair, forcing your head far from his figure. Deep breaths help you recover slightly. You open your eyes, noticing the notorious string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. His length fully erect, covered with your spit. "Come on, open your mouth again" He asks with a sweet tone and a mischevious grin. You open your mouth widely. "Your tongue out, come on" You do so, looking directly into his eyes. His lips curve forming an evil smile. His length enters fully in your mouth once again.
You gag again when it reaches the limit of your throat, this time he keeps the position for longer, keeping the air away from your lungs. You protest against his skin, only limiting the air even more. Your hands tap on his thights, seeking compassion. His hands pull you away once again, except this time he kneels down, next to you. You are busy coughing and heavy breathing, so he allows you some seconds to recover.
After some time his fingers curl around your chin lifting your face to make you look at him. "Open your eyes and look at me" You follow his orders, though your tears make it difficult for you to see anything. "Did you like that?" His question seems so sudden, you've talked about this for hours before actually doing it, of course you were enjoying it. "Yes" There's no doubt on your voice. "Louder"
"Yes" You shout. "Yes what? What did you like?" You take a deep breath before answering. "I liked how you used my mouth" His fingers wrap your hair again, pulling it down, to make you look up as he gets up. "What a dirty slut" He lets out before spitting on your face. "Open your fucking mouth" He orders and you obey, receiving his hot spit into your mouth. His free hand recollect the spit decorating your face and puts it into your mouth. You swallow it all.
He pulls your hair, dragging your body across the room. His arms lift you and drop you onto the matress leaving your head hanging on the edge of the bed. His length enters your mouth once again, this time there's absolutely no way for you to move. He thrusts as he pleases, getting more and more worked up. At some point an extra pair of hands start touching your body softly. Mark must've arrive, you figure.
Donghyuck's hand grabs yours and places it on your throat. "Keep it there" He says, thrusting deeper into you, hands on the sides of your torso. You are confused at first, until you notice the bulge going up and down your throat, following his movements. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over you.
A hot tongue starts playing along your folds, taking advantage of the wet and messy state your cunt is in. Hyuck starts leaving a mix of kisses and bites over your stomach, so you never know what to expect, sometimes you get a soft caress of his lips over your sensitive skin and others you receive a painful yet pleasurable hint of his teeth. On rare ocassions he kisses over a spot that has been bitten, and even that softness pokes your sore skin.
Your pussy though, that's a different story, it's completely moistured, a mix of your own juices and Mark's saliva drips down your body, reaching your asshole. His tongue draws circles over your clit for a while, then he sucks your clit in with different intensities, then his tongue enters you, reaching inside as fas as it can. His fingers join later, for a deeper dive inside your walls, curling up to reach your g-spot. Your legs wrap around his neck, pushing him closer.
You end up cumming pretty fastly, but it does not affect anything around you, both boys keep their actions as if nothing happened, as if your loud moans hadn't been silenced by his length entering deepen inside your throat, as if your body hadn't been shakingfor a while. It had calmed down though, slowly, although a new wave of pleasure was already forming inside of you.
Hyuck pulls out of you suddenly. "You're gonna ask me permission to cum this time okay?" You simply nod. "Okay?" You gulp. "Yes" He smirks. "Good girl. Now look at the mirror" He says pointing at the mirror standing right behind Mark. "Look how fucking desperate you are, look how much of a slut you actually are" Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his words.
"Can I cum?" You ask noticing how close you're getting. "Beg" His voice had a dark undertone to it. "Please, let me cum" He chuckles. "You can do it better" You take a deep breath to delay your orgasm. "Please, I'm a desperate slut, I need to cum so badly, please let me cum" He smirks. "Add more desperation" You start tearing up, almost unable to control your high any further. "Please, I'm so wet and desperate for cumming please, have mercy and let me" Before you can finish you hear his "Cum" and your body reacts instantly, with no need of further actions.
Hyuck comes closer to you and start kissing you passionately while Mark leaves wet kisses and bites on your thighs.
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