Celebratory Praise ll Mark Lee
Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader
Summary: Pacing back and forth the room, Mark found himself in an endless battle with his nerves. It's his first time performing as a solo artist in an award. In your effort to be present on this very important day, you acknowledge a new-found glory that turned out pleasurable to both of you.
Warnings: Established relationship, Unprotected sex (wrap it up, ppl), Praise kink, Fingering, Lots of dirty talking, Size kink, Oral sex (mkl receiving)
A/N: This is my first ever smut here on this account. Please be nice to me as I am only a beginner. Tell me what you think about it. Enjoy!
It’s been a tough long day. Today is a very important day for your boyfriend. Mark was invited to an event and he was taking you as his plus one. The day started with cuddles and breakfast served in your hotel room near the venue of the event. And by 1 PM, you started getting ready with Mark for an award show. Not just any award show, though, it was his first award show that he was going to alone.
It was his first-ever award show as a solo artist. He was nominated for Best Male Artist for his solo, Golden Hour.
Since you started going publicly out with an idol, Mark was always making sure that you were taken care of well every time you were out in the public. It made you feel safe and secured around him in the public eye. It's also a bonus that the fans were so supportive of your relationship. Hence, you weren't worried about anything. Â
Mark, on the other hand, was nervous, to say the least. He rarely got like this, pacing back and forth, around your hotel room, rambling, stuttering, and tripping over his words. He was a mess.
“Babe,” he catches your attention as he fiddled with the rings on his fingers, "What if I choke out there?"
He had changed his accessories, from his rings to his chain necklace, for the fifth time tonight. You honestly felt bad for laughing at his hysterics. He was just so cute, far from his cool, calm, and collected self.
"Mark Lee, would you please calm your butt? You have been pacing around the room for about 30 minutes straight now," I chuckled. "Calm down, love."
I got up from my seat and handed him a bottle of water, "Here, drink this. It will help relax your nerves."
He took the bottle and downed the liquid, muttering a little 'thank you'. You smiled in return and held his cold hands.
"Stop worrying please, hmm? You're not going to choke out there. Don't think too much about it," you assured. "This isn't the first time you've performed in front of a big crowd. You're going to be great, babe."
“But I’ve never done it alone, I-I’ve always had 127 and Dream on the stage with me,” Mark was having trouble forming his statement, “W-what if people don’t like the stage because it's just me? What if I disappoint you and the fans?”
I frowned, "Mark, don't say that. You will never disappoint me, okay?"
"I'm sorry I'm being such a loser right now," Mark sighed, covering his face with his hands and finally sitting down on the couch.
Seeing your boyfriend worried and having a panic attack hurt you. He was always hardworking and goal-oriented. His efforts were always doubled for the fans and everything that he does. He always made sure to do his best. The Mark you are with right now just proves how much of a human and softie idols are.
I moved and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands automatically made their way to your waist and tightly held onto it. Your hands were now playing with the ends of his hair, trying to calm him down.
“Babe, it's okay to feel nervous. Your feelings are very much valid. So don't say sorry, okay?" I said, trying to catch eye contact with him. "And you're not a loser, hmm? You're such an amazing and dedicated artist. They’re gonna love you, Mark. Your fans are very supportive and they'll love you no matter what. Just be yourself and have fun during your stage. That will be enough for your fans and also, me!"
He looked at you with doubtful eyes and pouted, "I love you."
"I love you, my big baby." I kissed his pout away. "Your song turned out so well, babe. To me, you will always be a person worthy of all good things. Win or lose, it won't change the fact that you're THE Mark Lee. Keep that in mind, okay?"
Mark nodded even though it was obvious that he was still wary.
~ • ~ •~ • ~ •~ • ~ •~ • ~
You had arrived at the venue. As you expected, Mark got into the moment as soon as we got here. He was engaging in his interviews, cracking jokes with reporters and other artists, and being his charming self. You were aware, nevertheless, that he was keeping an extremely tight hold on your hand while you both walked along the carpet.
Mark walked with you to your seats but was later on called and whisked away for his performance.
“You got this, babe,” you encouraged him, giving him a quick peck on his lips. "Remember what we talked about. Have fun on your stage. 'll be cheering for you the loudest."
Mark mustered up the most confident smile he could and left a lingering kiss on your forehead, before making his way backstage.
You knew Mark had it in him to completely kill the performance. He was so talented, but you were still a little nervous for an unknown reason.
He's going to be so good.
The beginning of the show went by in a blur. You couldn't recall who performed what song or even who was presenting the awards. You couldn’t think of anything but Mark.
Finally, the host announced him, causing the whole stadium to get filled with squeals and applause. You contributed to the cheers knowing so well that it would help boost your boyfriend's confidence.
Mark performed Vibration, one of your favorites, followed by his song, Golden Hour. The whole room loved him. The crowd was dancing and singing along to him. Your boyfriend was so into it, running and dancing around the stage.
The Mark you knew was back. He looked calm, cool, and collected as the stage lights made the thin layer of sweat on his skin glisten.
And sexy, really hot and sexy.
Fuck, now, I'm getting horny just by looking at him perform.
I let out an exasperated sigh when I felt my core reacting to Mark's Vibration. It was a good thing that we were in public. It made me calm myself down.
Wait until you get home, Y/N.
When he finally finished, the crowd was screaming louder than before. You couldn’t wipe the proud smile off your face. You were so proud of him and the performance he showed. It was like he wasn't even stuttering of nervousness before.
“You were so amazing, babe." You gushed when he went back to you and kissed him.
“Thanks, babe. I heard you cheering for me,” he replied, unable to hide his smile.
"I told you the audience will love you,"
You were happy he was happy, but it didn’t take long for the nerves to creep back in when the post-performance high wore off. Of course, his category was towards the end of the show, so Mark spent the whole time fidgeting in his seat. And he was once again on the edge of his seat when the winners were about to be announced.
You held his hand, giving it a little squeeze, "This is it, babe. No matter what happens, you shine the brightest to me."
Your heart dropped together with Mark's. Mark’s name wasn’t announced. He didn’t win.
You looked over at him. He was clapping, and smiling politely, but you could see the strain in his eyes. You didn’t say anything, at least not now, not in front of all these people. You could tell that he wasn't ready for anything you have to say. So you wait.
~ • ~ •~ • ~ •~ • ~ •~ • ~
The car ride home was more reserved and quieter this time. The air felt heavy and I felt the need to be careful with the next words I say.
“Mark,” you said softly as you followed him through the door of the place you shared, “Talk to me.”
He sighed, sitting down on the couch, and staring at the floor, “I’m okay, babe."
Mark forces a smile which made your heart hurt for him. You have never seen a smile so fake in your entire life.
“Mark,” you said, “We both know that that's not true. C'mon, babe. I'm here.”
I extended my arms to pull him into a warm hug which he gladly accepts. He lets out another sigh and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I'm okay, babe. I'm just," his voice was strained. "I'm just a little disappointed and worried about what other people would think. I mean, I won awards as a member of NCT and I can’t seem to now. What if doing a solo was a bad idea? What if accepting projects as Mark Lee's a big mistake?”
Your heart was breaking for him, and you knew you had to do something to fix this. Even though he didn't win that award, you were convinced that to give him a different one. He had to know how amazing he is.
“I don’t think you realize who you are,” you began, cupping his chin, and making him look you in the eyes. “You’re Mark fucking Lee. You’re talented, smart, sexy, and hot as hell. That award is nothing to the award I'm about to give you.”
Mark shrugged, but you could tell he was listening, "Babe, what are you talking about?"
"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I feel so privileged that I get to be the one to hold you like this," you let your hand roam his chest, touching and feeling every inch of him. "I'm so honored that I get to kiss you like this."
You hungrily kissed him. He immediately kissed back and we found ourselves in a tongue battle as he played his tongue in my mouth. You let out a small whimper when he bit your lower lip for more access, his grip on your waist getting tighter.
He's always loved it when you compliment him.
“I need you to feel something, baby,” you said, lowering your voice down an octave.
Mark watched you intently as you slipped your underwear off under your dress. You grabbed his hand, guiding his hands to your center, letting him feel you. Mark let out a low moan when his fingertips felt your hot core.
“Feel that Mark?” you asked, desperation laced your voice.
Mark nodded, biting his lip. He slowly glides his hand in a circular motion, spreading the wetness that was already forming in between your legs, "God baby, you're dripping."
“That’s all for you,” you purred, “Just from watching you up on that stage performing, with sweat coating your soft skin. God, you were so good. I wanted to  just grab and take you right then and there.”
“Was I that good, baby?” Mark asked. You knew he was fishing for compliments. He's always so keen on hearing how good he makes you feel. And you were more than happy to give exactly what he wants.
“Better than good. You were amazing. Thousands of people screaming for you, Mark. Just you,” you egged him on.
You were now straddling his lap and you could feel his length harden beneath you, "Hmmm."
"Fuck," you cursed as you felt two of his fingers stretch your walls.
His fingers moved agonizingly slow inside you, making your breath heavier and your mind cloudy.
“Are you gonna scream for me, Y/N?” He curled his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot.
"Oh, Mark! Yes, keep going, please."
“I’m gonna scream so loud for you, Mark,” you continued. "Look at me, babe. Getting all riled up with just your fingers."
You let out a moan, as pleasure began to pool in your lower stomach. "No one can make me feel as good as this. Only you."
You didn’t have to do much pretending. His long fingers were reaching all the right places, making your core wetter with every stroke.
“You want more of me, baby girl?” Mark asked.
“I need you Mark, I need you to fuck me so bad. I need to get fucked by that big cock of yours,” You whined rolling your hips against his fingers, pushing them in deeper.
You couldn't wait any longer so you pulled at his shirt, not caring if you ripped any buttons in the process. He immediately returned the favor by ripping your dress off of you, unclasping your bra, and leaving you in all your glory in front of him.
"You're so pretty, baby."
Successfully unbuckling his pants, you felt your mouth water when you see the obvious bulge that was straining against his boxers. Just looking at it makes your core tingle and you feel yourself getting wetter.
“God, Mark, you’re so big,” you breathed, as you pulled off his last bit of clothing.
You took his dick in your hand, lightly stroking it to tease him.
He let out a mumble whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as you played with him, "Fuck, Y/N. That feels so good."
“Do you realize how many people wish they had you like this? Wish they could see your sexy body all laid out for them. And see your cock so red and hard for them? But it’s all for me, and I want it all, every last aching inch,” your words were dripping with lust.
You licked a stripe up his pulsing cock, making him twitch in your hands and groan.
"Looks like someone's missing my mouth."
“Such filthy words from a pretty little mouth,” Mark groaned. He parted your lips with the tip of his cock, gaining access to your mouth.
You kneeled in front of him, between his thighs, and started taking him in your mouth. His cock was so big that you still couldn't fit everything inside your mouth even though you'd done this a couple of times already.
"Fuck, babe," Mark let out a groan and started to thrust his hips, "You're doing so well for me."
Mark's eyes never left yours as his face contorted with pleasure. You felt motivated to let him cum. But you wanted it in another whole. You took his shaft out of your mouth, letting out a popping sound, and licked a long stripe along his pulsating cock, swirling your tongue on his tip.
"Shit," he cursed looking at you with lust-filled eyes.
“Fuck me, Mark,” you demanded, "Fuck me dumb like you can."
The words barely left your mouth when Mark flipped you down on the couch.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Y/N,” Mark promised.
His tip was pressed against your aching core, making you squirm. Before you could say another word, he pressed his length into you. You let out a loud gasp, as you tried to adjust to his member. Mark let out a deep groan as he pushed into you, "Fuck, baby. You're so tight."
“I love when you fill me up, baby,” you said, “You’re so big and thick, you feel so good in me.”
“Tell me, Y/N, tell me how good I make you feel,” Mark demanded through gritted teeth as he thrust into you.
“Feels so-oh, uhm, good,” you told him, “You're so deep, baby. I love it so so much.”
“I love the way your pussy tightens around my cock when you speak like that Y/N,” Mark groaned. "Such a slut for me. Only me."
He thrust into you harder and deeper. You threw your head back and let out a loud groan when he pushed against your sweet spot.
“Right there, baby. You're making me feel so fucking good, babe."
You watch as Mark's eyes darken even more and his face contorts with pleasure.
"No one will ever fuck you as I do, Y/N."
“Oh, fuck.” His thumb pressed to your clit.
He rubbed against your bundle of nerves, adding up to the pleasure, rendering you speechless and unable to think straight. All your thoughts went. Nothing but how fucking good he was making you feel. You were a moaning mess and all you could hear was groan after groan and Mark's skin slapping against yours.
“Scream for y/n, scream my name," Mark ordered.
He pulled out his cock, leaving only his tip inside you, and pushed himself inside with extra force.
"Shit, Mark!" You screamed. "Do it again, please. Please, please one more. Just like that."
"I said scream, baby." He pulls back and thrust harder, "C'mon, what's my name?"
"FUCK, MARK. Feels so fucking good," you screamed shamelessly, not caring if the neighbors could hear you.
"Please, don't stop," you begged, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself come closer to the edge. "I'm s-so c-cl- close."
“Don’t hold back babe,” he told you, his voice low and heavy.
Your visions went hazy as pleasure enveloped your body.
“Mark!” you cried out, feeling the wave pulse through you.
He continued to roll his hips against you, milking out your high. The combination of your tightening around him and screaming his name was enough to send you over the edge.
“Fuck, y/n,” he let out a deep, throaty groan, throwing his head back as he released his seed inside of you. He fell on top of your chest as you both rod out your highs, filling the room with soft whimpers.
“Thank you,” Mark said as he fixed himself on top of you and cuddled closer.
“For what?” you asked, still catching your breath.
“For making me receive the best award I could ever,” he said, giving you a soft kiss, “And for making me feel better.”
"Thank you too, babe. That was amazing,” you replied.
You weren’t even trying to hype him up, it was truly an amazing orgasm. A mind and soul-wrecking one.
Mark let out a soft laugh and snuggled closer to you, "Did you mean every word you said?"
"Word," you highlighted each word with a kiss.
Mark smiled, "I'm so lucky. I love you, Y/N.”
