paige

look for the girl with the broken smile super cool recs

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paige | she!her | 22 | MINORS DNI 18+

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[sincerelyneo]

let’s have a chat <3

hiiii my lovelies, i hope you are all doing well and have been looking after yourselves.

i’m sorry that i haven’t been very active on here, but as someone who has written for mark in the past, i feel like i owe it to you all to express my feelings about his recent heinous behaviour.

firstly, i am not black, so i cannot understand the immense level of hurt and disappointment my fellow black nctzens are feeling right now. what i can do is listen to the voices of those who are hurting and condemn completely unacceptable behaviour. there are no excuses for wearing a confederate flag in the big year 2026. full stop. you can bumlick and defend him all you want and make excuses for his behaviour, but by doing so, you are contributing to the systems and structures that allow racism to continue thriving and affecting real people. tolerating ignorance is part of a culture that enables racism, and racism is something i will never stand for.

with that said, this account is a safe space for everyone, and i will not allow it to be associated with someone who has shown such wilful ignorance. as a result, i am removing all of my mark fics from my account. there may still be some reblogs out there, and if there are, i kindly ask those accounts to delete those posts. i understand that is ultimately beyond my control, but this is the boundary i am setting and would appreciate it if it were respected.

again, i’m sorry for my absence and that it’s taken me so long to speak about this.

lots of love,

-paige xo

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I miss accelerate :(( that fic is a piece of art like actually one (if not) the best enemies to lovers I’ve ever read!!!

is there any chance we can get a new chapter anytime soon?

ahhh! i love when ppl know the accelerate lore. thank you for the flattery 🩷

but unfortunately bby, i’m so sorry, that fic will never see from me again. i started writing it when i was 18 but drafted it at 17, so like it’s hard for me to re read it ahahhahaha.

i might post my drafts and outline on wattpad so ppl know how the plot ends (especially because i planned a book for each member imcryin) but a full cohesive story…yeah no, i don’t think i could.

i think i write better shorter fics, which is why i moved to tumblr and write one shots.

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Girl I keep re-reading “you’re losing me” ITS SOOOO GOOD I love angst soooo much and I’m DYING FOR MORE, when you have the chance PLEASE write more angst for ANY NCT member AND MY LIFE WILL BE YOURS

my angsty playlist kinda goes crazy icl… and i’m also a massive hurt/no comfort enjoyer.

i know we’re supposed to write the fics we enjoy reading, but i’m always a little put off when writing angst (especially with no hea) because ppl blow up my inbox and messages being mad at me for it. and like, i get it—but also some of us babes just wanna hurt.

but idk though, if y’all are lowkey down for some heavy angst from me, i might just have to give it to you.

😺😺😺

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Omggg happy birthday!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

y’all thank you for the birthday messages. you’re all so cute and i love you lots and lots 🩷

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Y’ALL BETTER SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND THE GOAT

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friends, do not fret. i will still be writing for mark when i start writing again. he’s still a part of nct and always will be active or not.

plus he’s still my fave 😙

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woah.

wow.

i need a minute, or several.

i know i haven’t been that active on this account this year, and while i’ve been saying it’s because of my uni workload (which in part, is true) there’s also a part of me that just hasn’t been as invested in kpop lately. kpop comes in waves for me anyway, but mark leaving nct might just be the nail in the coffin.

nct was the first group i ever got into, and in a way, it feels like i’ve grown up with the dreamies. so it’s really weird trying to imagine nct without mark in it. and this coming off the back of the heeseung news too… LET ME BREATHE 🥴

no, i know i’m being dramatic and kind of making this about me, but still. i genuinely wish him all the best, and i’m so grateful for everything he’s done not just in kpop or nct, but for me too. it’s all very bittersweet. i just hope he finally gets the chance to rest and just be a person after giving so much of himself to that company and the units for basically his entire young adult life.

guys i’m actually in shambles. i can’t do this.

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genuinely feels like my family just broke up wth.

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guys…

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in the mood to write a jealousy fic 🫦 idk about who yet though

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Helio just wanna ask if Haechan did actually love the oc in death by a thousand cut or like he just did try to get back at her due to guilt? Thank youu and I lovee you work so so much sorry its kinda late

oh he definitely did. i have so many ideas and potential storylines about this little universe heehheee. i like to imagine him as being young and confused and lost in himself, which is why he self sabotages and repeatedly fucks up.

i don’t want to give too much away just incase i write in it again 🙈

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no because heeseung leaving is crazy???? why not just wait till the contract renewal so we could all mentally prepare?? and why not do a solo career and be in the group?? and why does is sound like hybe is making it Heeseung’s fault?? AND FINALLY why I am crashing out at the fact that these questions will never be answered. we will NEVER know beyond the surface grass level. this goes to show once more.

hybe is mega weird. the whole situation is weird. i’m still really angry about it. let’s all cry.

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what the fuck was that heeseung announcement…

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hai paigeee how have u beeennn

ahhhh bbina my bby!! i’m doing good thanks for asking. i’ve been slightly MIA here on tumblr because i started my masters degree, so i’ve lowkey just been lurking 😁

how are you angellll <3

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itty bitty | n.jm

“itty bitty, teeny tiny, little slutty skirt.”

💿now playing: itty bitty by ashnikko

❯ summary: You didn’t spend forty five minutes perfecting your eyeliner and squeezing yourself into a skirt that could double as a belt for nothing. You came to the club with a purpose. Get under someone new so you can forget the someone old. And the hottie with pouty lips has taken your itty bitty, teeny tiny, slutty little bait.

❯ pairings: jaemin x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, hook up, stangers

❯ words: 1.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, fingering, toxic ex, smut, use of the word slut a lot, public sex, exhibitionism, protected sex, quickie, basically just fucking a stanger in a club

You’re getting finger fucked in the back of the club, bass thundering through the walls and straight into your spine, and you feel absolutely zero shame about it.

In fact? This was the plan.

You didn’t spend forty-five minutes perfecting your eyeliner and squeezing yourself into a skirt that could double as a belt for nothing. You came here with a purpose. Get under someone new so you can forget about the someone old.

And the hottie with pouty lips, silver rings on his fingers, and a black jacket stretched distractingly across his shoulders walked right into your trap.

Hook, line, and sinful little sinker.

It all started earlier tonight when you found the skirt. The itty bitty, teeny tiny, little slutty skirt. You think it’s from your freshman year of college but you can’t remember exactly when you stopped wearing it—only that your ex hated it. And you can’t blame them. When you bend over, it becomes more of a suggestion than an article of clothing.

“Can you see my ass when I bend over?” you asked Giselle, twisting in front of the mirror and pretending not to admire the way the thin fabric hugged your curves. 

Giselle didn’t even look up at first, still crouched on the floor applying her mascara. “Babe,” she deadpanned, finally glancing over. “I think I can see your pussy.”

You straightened slowly. “Yeah?”

She blinked. “Yes.”

You leaned closer to the mirror, turned, checked the side profile. “Okay, good.”

Giselle barked out a laugh. “God, I forgot how much of a slut you used to be before that ex of yours had you on house arrest.”

“I was not on house arrest,” you said, shoving your tits up in your bra and glossing your lips. “You make me sound like one of those girls who lets their partner dictate their life.”

She just stared at you.

Blankly.

“Babe,” she said gently. “I love you. But you were.”

Okay.

Maybe.

You did cancel girls’ nights sometimes because they “didn’t like the club scene.” You did stop wearing half your closet because it was “too much.” You did stay home most weekends because the sex was too good and the drama of breaking up felt exhausting.

But that was before.

Before the fight. Before the breakup. Before you realised good sex isn’t worth shrinking yourself. 

So tonight? Tonight you’re expanding.

You’re looking for someone hung. Someone new. Someone who’ll fuck you in a grimy club bathroom because apparently good sex in the city is cheaper than therapy and way more effective after a breakup. 

Which is how you’ve ended up pressed into the back of the club, half-hidden by a shadow of bodies with the bass pounding so hard it rattles your teeth. The hottie’s palm is flat against your stomach holding you steady while his other hand slides between your thighs. His fingers dip under your microscopic excuse for a skirt, no hesitation, no asking. He nudges your panties aside and—

“You’re not wearing much under here,” he murmurs into your ear, breath hot, teeth grazing your skin. 

“That’s the point,” you shoot back.

He groans when he finds how wet you are. Then his fingers push inside you. Slow at first until he’s curling them. Your head tips back against him as the music swallows your moan whole. The crowd is thick enough to hide you—sweaty bodies, flashing lights, everyone too drunk, too distracted to notice the way you’re grinding back against his hand like a bitch in heat. 

“You always meet guys and let them fuck you in clubs?” he asks, thrusting his fingers deeper now, thumb brushing your clit in lazy, infuriating circles.

You laugh breathlessly. “No.”

He arches a brow against your temple. “No?”

“Just tonight.”

His grip tightens at your hip. “Lucky me.”

Right on cue with the beat dropping, he ruthlessly drives his fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy. Thank God the music is loud. Thank God you’re buried in the back of the crowd. Thank God everyone’s too busy losing their minds to notice you losing yours. Because the only one who hears you curse God’s name is the man massaging your g-spot. 

“No, baby,” he says, low and smug. “I already told you—my name’s Jaemin. That’s the only thing I wanna hear out of those pretty lips when I put my cock inside this slutty little pussy.”

You mewl into his shoulder. “Your cock isn’t in my pussy.”

“Not yet.”

Fuck.

The press of bodies brushing past you makes you shiver, heat crawling up your spine as his fingers keep working. People bump your shoulder and graze your arm—so oblivious, so uninterested, like they don’t know exactly what’s happening right here in the shadows.

You do.

And God—you love that.

“You like this,” Jaemin murmurs, mouth right at your ear now, voice swallowed by bass and sweat and sin. “Being right here. Where anyone could see.”

Your breath stutters when his thumb presses just right, when his grip tightens like he’s daring you to lose it.

“Don’t,” you whisper, even though your hips chase his hand.

He laughs softly. “Don’t what?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. The music surges, lights flashing overhead, your body wound taut with the thrill of it—of being caught, of being watched, of being wanted this badly in the middle of a packed dance floor.

Your knees threaten to buckle, but he catches it.

“Bathroom,” he says, sudden and decisive, already hooking two fingers into your waistband. “Now.”

He drags you through the crowd without looking back, your hand clutched in his like property as he guides you. The bathroom door slams shut behind you with the lock clicking into place as your back meets cool tile. 

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m gonna share this orgasm with a crowd of people,” he growls into your skin as he flips your skirt up in one sharp, efficient motion. “You might not be my girl—but I worked for this orgasm. It’s mine.”

Why is that so hot?

Cool air kisses your bare thighs as your itty-bitty skirt stays bunched at your waist. He unbuckles his belt, and you feel your pussy pool at the thought of his cock inside you. When he spins you around, palms flattening against the tiles, you let him.

You think you hear the soft tear of foil, and it makes sense because you’re already needy, already waiting to be filled. He takes his time after that, dragging his covered cock through your slick, nudging your clit with the tip just enough to make you shiver and make your breath hitch. He does it again. And again. Like he’s testing how much you can take.

“Easy,” he hisses when he pushes inside and your walls tightens around him.

The sensation steals the air from your lungs. You’ve had good sex before—really good—but this is different. This is big. This is full. This is absolutely going to make your head go blank. And he’s only just started.

When he bottoms out, your body reacts before you can stop it. Your eyes roll back with a broken whimper tearing from your throat. Behind you, he lets out a low chuckle and it’s so damn sexy you swear it might be enough to push you over all on its own. He’s already stolen one orgasm from you, and the way he sounds now tells you he knows it.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, voice right at your ear. “Should’ve known you’d be such a good little slut the second I saw this little fucking skirt.”

You bite your lip, a groan slipping out anyway, your hands pressing harder into the tile. “Then hurry up,” you breathe. “Fuck me like the pretty little slut you think I am.”

He kisses his teeth at that, then moves. Harder. Faster. Like he doesn’t appreciate being goaded, like he plans on making you pay for every word.

His hips snap back and forth, rough and relentless. It’s brutal in the best way because your thoughts turn fuzzy. You’d take this punishment happily—over and over and over again—just to hear the sounds he makes when he loses control and pounds.

No wonder your ex hated this skirt.

If this is what it does to men—makes them pant and groan and crowd your space like they can’t get close enough, breath hot and heaving against your ear while they drive into you again and again—then yeah. 

You feel his thrusts growing sloppier as his control slips through his fingers. Your legs are just as weak, trembling beneath you. Every thrust is maddening, hard enough that your face presses into the white tile, his name muffled as your body finally gives in, tightening around him as you cum around his cock. 

“Good fucking girl,” he coos, voice low and wrecked.

His grip tightens on your flipped-up skirt, knuckles digging into the fabric to keep you steady. You feel him clutch it harder when his own body shudders, one last brutal drive into your hips. He stays there for a moment afterwards, unmoving, as he spills inside the condom. It’s filthy. Dirty. Utterly slutty.

And it’s exactly what you needed—something raw enough with a stranger to slap a temporary bandage over your heart that’s still broken. 

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guys, i promise i’m still writing. i started this the other day and i’m already at 1k words so…watch this space over the next couple days. we could be so back!!!!!!!