#Marklee

[106allibi]

"markie, do I look good?"

good? you never looked just good. you were art. you were what artists wrote about, sang about, drew about. you didn't belong here in mark's bedroom, standing in front of the mirror scrutinising your outfit. you belonged in Louvre to be admired. with each and every if your curves so carefully and delicately sculpted by a potter, from the bridge of your nose to the arch of your back. the way the inifinite black holes of your little pupils sucked him in and chained him in its grasp and he thought he wouldn't mind being stuck there for hours. and your oh so dangerous, kryptonitic smile that turned his legs into jelly and took away the words in his throat. he thought he could write poems and songs and entries about you but a simple look is all it took for the nerves in his brain to short circuit and erase his ability to speak.

oh god, could someone be so beautiful? mark thought he must have saved a country in his previous life for aphrodite to have taken the form of his best friend, with somehow the powers of zeus because for some reason, the sky seemed gloomier when you cried, and sunnier when you laughed. and he deduced that he must be allergic to you because of how warm his face became when he thought about you, blooming rashes of shyness and anxiety creeping up from his neck, and the lingering tingle on the back of his hand when it brushes against your skin. he must be running a fever, he thought. he must be ill. or drunk. so drunk and intoxicated by your soft, marshmallow skin, adorned with sweet champagne perfume that made him dream of sinking his nose into your bare neck and drinking in your scent, like one too many shots of vodka with how dizzy you made him by just breathing. every possible adjective in the dictionary would not be precise enough for the beauty you exuded, and he knew that good was definitely too much of an understatement.

"dude, you look fine."

what a loser. maybe one day he'll muster up the courage to tell you how he really felt. one day.

a/n: shit posting a little because my hands itched to write about (loser) mark with a one-sided crush 🤭 also really wanted to get something out first!! enjoy my tumblr debut!!

[injoontz]

MARK LEE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! !

mark lee is the type of boyfriend to ruffle your hair, offer his hoodie to you whenever he can because he likes seeing you in his clothes, write songs dedicated to you, and learn your favorite song on the guitar so he can serenade you. he is the type to give you kisses on the cheek, let you rest your head on his shoulder, call you cute all the time, laugh at all your jokes (even if they aren't funny, but he actually probably found it funny), get embarrassed when you kiss him on the cheek (every time), and look at you from across the room. but he is also the type to let you take control, he likes watching you approach him slowly with a lustful look. he is the type to perfectly act to your needs, leave delicate kisses on your neck, and whisper i love you on your neck.

[maneated]

mark headers by me for my fav markf @miryofshampoo

[babygirlbenpaul]

don’t open the photo lee

[jhypeach]

After Midnight [2:00 am]

pairing: mark lee x fem reader warnings: clit play, shower sex, smut smut word count: 1k+ an: the aftermath of mark lee appearing on the live just wearing a robe and the members saw his underwear. i feel ill 😵‍💫

It was almost midnight, and Mark hadn't returned to your hotel room yet. He asked me to accompany him from their America leg until today's one-day concert show in Singapore. There is little to do when I go over the world with him and the members. We can only be our usual selves sometimes when fans aren't around since our relationship isn't publicly announced. So, I spent 80% of my stay in every country in the hotel room, and the remaining 20% was in their makeup room, talking and getting nervous with the members.

Since it's almost 12 and Mark isn't here yet, I decided to take a bath already and prepare for bed. However, it was a real struggle for me with an injured hand. I accidentally sprained my wrist earlier, moving the suitcase around. Mark wasn't there to help me since they immediately started their stage rehearsal a few hours after we landed. But the moment he knew bout my sprained wrist, he kept asking about my condition, and I didn't want to concern him when I was totally fine and he was about to perform. So instead of being backstage which I usually do at every concert, I insist that I just stay in our room.

I was putting shampoo on my hair and getting annoyed that I couldn't properly wash myself. Few minutes of irritation, I heard faint steps outside the bathroom. "Babe? Y/n" I heard Mark looking for me. "In the bathroom, I replied." I didn't hear any response after. I contemplated if I should ask him for help. He's probably already sleeping since he was tired from the whole concert. I sneaked out of the bathroom to check if he was asleep already. I saw him sitting on the couch, waiting for me. "Why are your clothes soaking wet?" he asked. I scratched the back of my head, "I need help. I can't wash my hair properly."

He followed me inside the bathroom, "Babe, I think you need to take your shirt off," he said as he stood near the sink, "No, It's fine. I-I just asked you to help me with my hair so-", I was cut off when he walked closer to me leaned forward towards my ears "Is it because you're thinking of something else?" he asked. I was taken aback; I had swallowed my saliva when I felt his breath lick my neck and jaw. "How about we wash up together, then I'll clean you after?" He suggested pushing me inside the shower room, "No! I-I just… I just need to help wash-ing my *gulp* hair," I stuttered at how close he was. I don't know why I am getting nervous. Sex isn't something new to us. But having sex overseas is.

"Oh really? But look at that" he looked at the shower niche with a messy shampoo and body wash bottle. I sighed, clearly defeated and can't get my way out. He held my injured wrist; it made me look at him. Great! He's already half-naked in front of me. "Don't worry, I'll be careful," he said softly, massaging my wrist.

My back faces him as he rubs my shoulder blades with loofa. I flinched when I felt him rubbing near my breast. I could actually feel myself drip down there. "Is this making you excited?" he teased me. And I hate it whenever he does. "Perhaps you like to do it in the shower," that's it. I do not plan on getting laid in Singapore tonight, and he better behave. "Okay, get it out. We will never finish if we do this," I said and faced him. I tried to push him out, but he held my injured wrist and pinned it on the wall, "I said I'll help you. So, you're not gonna push me until your wrist heals" I felt his hands in my entrance, drawing circles. "So let me help you down here too."

He played with my clit, pinching, circling his fingers around it, teasing my entrance. I moved my hips in an attempt to grind it. This was driving me crazy. With my injured hand pinned and my free hand holding his nape for support. "How does it feel," he asked me. The bubbles from the body wash all over my body aren't helping as it tickles me, and my whole body is so sensitive, with Mark teasing my entrance. A whimper, "Fughck!" was just all I said. He removed his hand from my entrance, yanked my left leg on his arm, and swiftly held my hips. He entered me with a warning.

Keeping myself in balance is a real struggle standing on one foot and with my arm pinned on the wall. Plus, Mark is thrusting so rough and fast in me. Showers dripping, wet squelching, moans, and whimpers were the music for our night. "Ah! Ah!" I bit my lower lip to suppress some moans and clenched around his shaft while Mark nibbled my jaw down to my neck and collarbone. "Im close," I said as he licked my collarbone to my neck, "Not yet," he said and turned me, pining my chest on the wall. He pulled my waist closer and higher, making me arch my back. He entered me again without warning. "fuck!" he cussed, "fucking tight ever."

We ended up having more than 3 rounds inside the shower and about 2 in the sink when he finally freed me. I was already brushing my hair when I heard knocks on our hotel room door. I peeked out the peephole and saw the 5 boys, I opened the door for them, and they immediately filled our room with noise.

“Noona, where’s Mark hyung?” Jisung asked me, "Oh, in the shower," I replied. Haechan immediately banged the bathroom door, "Hyung, hurry up, we have to do live." "Is your wrist fine now?" Renjun asked me while others lay on our bed while they waited for Mark, "Yeah, the swelling has subsided already." A few seconds after, Mark came out of the bathroom just wearing a robe, "Let's go," he said and sat beside Renjun. "At least wear something?" I told him, "I'm wearing briefs inside. Don't worry". The members looked at him, and some nagged while Haechan and Jeno laughed. "Let him be. I'll start the live now. Just don't stand up, hyung, because we can see your purple underwear. And cover your neck properly. We can see scratches."

[marksdaydreams]

— sometimes you're a whole daydream;

for you ; you decide to write about Mark.

love ; the little ways you fell in love with Mark Lee.

mine ; you're not his, so why does his heart burn when someone else's name rolls off your lips? [implied smut]

scarlet ; "how do you want to die?" [mafia!au, angst]

you are ; you remind him of golden sunrays and poetry. [f]

never ; he'll come back to you, right? [a,f]

kiss ; mark lee likes to kiss you a lot. [f]

i wish i wrote the way i thought ; i really just want to write about you forever, mark. [f]

i do ; wedding vows sound like forever. [f]

romeo ; there's just something about mark's presence. [suggestive]

body ; he just wants to appreciate you. [f]

a little ; you were just asking for a goodbye from him. [angst]

know you ; the one where he tells you how he fell in love with you. [fluff]

say ; being friends with benefits with Mark is a little too hard for you. [suggestive]

you don't feel like love to me ; what is mark if he isn't love? [aesthetic]

fear ; mark can't help but keep coming back to you, and you can't help but not love him.

sweet ; some days are just too domestic. [fluff]

do you? : you write a break-up letter. [angst]

summer nights ; breaking up with your first love comes easier to you than him, sometimes. [slight angst]

who ; mark knows you'd leave your boyfriend for him, so who is he to stop it?

underdressed ; indoor days with online class and a boyfriend that's quite done with uni. [fluff]

cast ; mark wants you to have the best that the world can offer. [suggestive]

by your side ; you're hurt, and mark can't see you in pain.

broken-hearted lover ; mark's love for joy seems to grow every day, and so does your love for mark.

out loud ; mark is your best friend first, boyfriend second, and soulmate forever.

roulette ; mark makes you a bet you can't refuse.

far-fetched ; the break-up is only biding it's time, and mark has honestly had enough. [angst]

you ; mark just can't hold on to his feelings any longer, even though he knows you're someone else's. [angst]

candy ; mark finds you in a restaurant being stood up, so he does what any best friend would do and becomes your date. [fluff]

couch ; spending the last dregs of the evening with Mark. [fluff]

trigger ; would you be able to pull the trigger on Mark, even if he was a spy? [mafia!au]

seasons ; the seasons always bring out a different side of Mark, and each one is your favourite. [aesthetic]

confess ; renjun gets you before mark, and the realisation is crushing him. [angst]

BLUE ; "you were red, and i was blue; we touched, and suddenly i was the lilac sky."

years & years ; you meet mark after years of being in love with him and never confessing.

religious ; mark worships you.

[kasualrot]

hi i'm the original template maker of this thingamabob and i do not frequently use tumblr but it's made it's way here so waddup + heres mine

if you want, you can add credits and add the tag to it (no force, i'd just appreciate it) (#drawyourfaveTWDG) (also so i can see it more easily :-] )

[glass5andwich]

MARKLEE AU WITH OFC ADOPTED CLEM

[ninglita]

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┄ ⬕　 ꙳　 🎒 ˚ ✐

[fool4nct]

MARK & JISUNG | booty wurk

[istjun]

MARK - BAGGY JEANS (230901)

[106allibi]

where do I bag a baddie like this 😕😕😕

[injoontz]

nct dream as your boyfriend ㅡ

a compilation of what i think nct dream would be like in a relationship 𝐨𝐫 series of brief delusions

mark lee

huang renjun

lee jeno

lee haechan

na jaemin

zhong chenle

park jisung

[yaasirambles]

Through the Walls- Mark Lee NCT

A lil Mark piece I wrote a while ago. Based it on the song 3:00 A.M by Finding Hope.

Word Count: 555

Fluff, SFW

You sigh, kick off your boots, and tear your jacket off. Your body was freezing from the pouring rain outside. Your hair soaked, clothes soaked. You ran to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the hot water run all over you. Bringing your body out of the numb state it had been in earlier. After drying off, you throw on sweats, a T-shirt, and fuzzy socks.

*ding*

You looked at your phone and smiled. Your neighbor Mark texted you. You two had grown close; he was the first to welcome you when you moved into the apartment complex almost eight months ago.

Markie: Vibe sesh? Rain is perfect rn haha

You: Hell yeah. Lemme grab some hot cocoa and I'll be there.

Markie: Cocoa sounds perfect. —5 min.

"Vibe Sesh" was something you do often now. He would play his guitar and sing, and you'd listen through the wall that you two shared, it connected your apartments. Sometimes, you'd sing to him. At first, it started as an accident. You just heard him one day and listened, mesmerized. You told him the next day, and he was embarrassed. But after insisting you liked it, liked his voice, he started doing it more often and texting you when he was about to begin.

You smiled again and went to the kitchen. You were preparing a cup of hot cocoa and grabbing a blanket. You snuggled yourself up in a chair in your living room—the one right up against the wall connected to Marks. You waited a few minutes more, listening to the rain. You got another text from him.

Markie: This one is extra special tonight. It's how I'm currently feeling. So you get a peek inside my heart rn haha.

Then you heard the strumming of his guitar strings, and he started singing. You closed your eyes and sipped your cocoa. Relaxing your head on the chair. Then, you started paying attention to the lyrics of the song as he sang.

"Had you on my mind. And it's not the first time we've gone through this. Wanting you more and more. I can't help but think of what we could be."

Your heart started racing a little. The truth is, you had a crush on Mark. What was there to dislike? He was great. Sweet, caring, talented, and kind. His laugh was adorable. He was a little awkward but in a charming way. Could this song be for you? You didn't want to overthink it. But what if...

When he finished the song, you rushed to your door and threw it open, ready to go to his apartment and shoot your shot. He was already standing there, in front of your door. Both of you were breathing a little heavily.

"That one was about you." he said

"Oh, thank god," You sighed, looking into his eyes and then throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. His hands rested on your waist as he deepened the kiss. Desperation and relief on both of your lips.

You pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"It's freezing," he laughed, and you looked at him. Realizing he was only in sweatpants and a tank top

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Get in here." you pulled him into your place and closed the door. Making more cups of hot cocoa and spending the night talking and listening to the rain. Thank god for those connecting walls.

[hisunflower]

mark making bear ears with his hands for his sweet hyuck is the cutest thing i’ve seen all morning. i love you so much, my mahae. please—always and forever—be a source of my happiness of many beautiful things in this world! 🐯🐻

[444zaahh]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ mark pretty boy ᖭི༏ᖫྀ