Me & You | n.jm

🎧 collide . justine skye

☆ jaemin x reader

⋆ 18+ mdni

⋆ word count! 3.2k

synopsis . your boyfriend has always been so respectful of your boundaries, but you’re tired of making him wait—you’re ready for him, ready to have him completely. and jaemin will make sure to take care of you the way you deserve.

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author note: here’s the jaemin fic promised :3 i actually really like this one :’)

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn't proof read and english isn't my first language. enjoy!! ><

you weren’t sure if you could take another. your body trembled, legs weak, breaths uneven. the sheets beneath you were damp, evidence of just how far he had pushed you.

but mark didn’t seem near to being finished.

his mouth worked at you with devotion, tongue teasing, exploring—his every move deliberate, like he was savoring something forbidden. each flick, each slow stroke of his lips against your pussy sent fresh waves of pleasure rolling through you. his nose brushed against that sensitive spot each time he dipped his tongue inside, and all you could do was lay there, helpless, open for him.

your thighs twitched, but they were locked over his shoulders, his firm grip keeping you exactly where he wanted. not that you had the strength to close them even if you tried.

“just one more, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “c’mon… give me another.” then, he sucked at your clit, a sudden, ruthless pull that had your back arching, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

his skin glistened, his abs damp from his earlier efforts—where he had learned you could squirt. where he had discovered he could make you fall apart so completely, so beautifully, that he never wanted to stop.

god, you were a sight—eyes fluttering, fingers tangled in the sheets, body shivering with every stroke of his tongue. mark drank in every reaction, every twitch and shudder, and it only made him want more.

you could feel his impatience growing. his tongue moved faster, more insistent, each stroke messier, greedier. then, he pressed his fingers inside—deep, unrelenting—pulling another cry from your throat as your grip tightened in his hair.

“mark—please,” you gasped, barely able to form words.

“i know you can, baby,” he coaxed, pressing a slow, teasing circle against your swollen clit. his voice was soothing, but his touch was anything but. “do it again for me… make a mess for me, and i’ll let you rest.”

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bsf!jisung when everyone thinks that you're dating

an: song inspo: cody jon - m2m (*´∀`)♪

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𐔌 nonidol!mark x afab!reader 𐦯

⌣⌣         ◌⃘    warnings: angst , failed relationship , arguing , break up , angst no comfort , no happy ending for mark..! , reader moves on he's still stuck .

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Mark hasn’t always been like this.

He used to be the guy who smiled with his whole face, who cracked dumb jokes at any time. The guy who remembered her coffee order even when she changed it every week.

He used to love her with ease. Loudly. Completely.

But lately, he's the guy who ghosts her texts for days. Who forgets their plans. Who looks right through her like she wasn’t the person he once swore felt like home.

And Y/N was tired.

Tired of making excuses for him. Of having to check her phone. Of feeling like she was holding on to someone who was already halfway out the door. “Mark, are we okay?” The question came one night in the middle of his dorm room, after another canceled date and a cold dinner she’d brought him.

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the floor like the truth was too heavy to carry. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice thin. “Just… stressed.” That was his answer for everything lately.

Just stressed. Just tired. Just busy.

But she wasn’t stupid. He was slipping away. And she didn’t know how to make him stay. There was a time when Mark Lee would’ve fought tooth and nail for this relationship.

But now, every time Y/N reached for him—even if it was emotionally, or even physically—he flinched like this love was a burden.

And the thing was, she knew he still loved her. That was the worst part. It wasn’t apathy. It was something more twisted—like he loved her so much that the thought of dragging her down with him made him retreat even further.

He was unraveling. And he didn’t want her to see him like this. So he shut her out.

Mark sat in the dark at 1:27 am, lit only by the glow of his laptop screen, a blank Word doc staring back at him. He hadn’t turned in his last two assignments. Even Haechan had stopped asking if he was okay.

His phone buzzed, when he looked at it.. Y/N.

He stared at the message. Typed a response. Deleted it. Typed it again.

It wasn’t a lie, not exactly. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But the weight in his chest—the shame, the anxiety, the exhaustion—it always won. Y/N waited until Friday night.

She sat in her apartment, phone on the coffee table, the untouched pasta going cold. The TV played a sitcom laugh track that sounded way too loud in the silence.

But this time, she didn’t cry. She just… shut it off. She was tired of waiting for a version of him that maybe didn’t exist anymore.

When Mark finally showed up two days later, eyes bloodshot and hoodie too big for his frame, she opened the door without a word.

He looked like hell.

But she wasn’t going to be the one to say it.

“I forgot,” he said hoarsely.

She nodded. “I figured.”

He stepped inside, hesitating in her hallway like a guest in a place he once belonged.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“For what?” she asked, leaning against the counter. “This time or all the others?”

Mark flinched. She didn’t mean to sound so bitter. But it was hard not to be when you felt like the only one who still cared.

“You know I love you, right?” he said after a long silence.

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one fighting for us?”

His eyes dropped to the floor.

“I’m not trying to push you away,” he whispered. “I just… I don’t know who I am right now. Everything’s slipping. School. Sleep. Myself.”

“You think I don’t notice?” she snapped, voice cracking. “I see it, Mark. I feel it. But you won’t let me in. You keep shutting me out like I’m some stranger.”

“I’m scared,” he said. And the words felt like a confession. “Scared of dragging you down with me. Scared of being the reason you’re unhappy.”

“You already are,” she said softly. “But not for the reasons you think.”

He looked up, eyes watering. “Then why?”

“Because I miss you. And I’m still here. Waiting. Loving you through the silence. Through the distance. Through all of it. And it’s breaking me.”

They sat in silence after that. Not angry silence. Not cold.

Just… empty.

The kind that comes after too much has been said, and still, nothing’s really changed. That night, Mark layed on her couch while she curled up in her bed alone for the first time in months.

He stared at the ceiling, fists clenched, tears slipping quietly down his face. He wanted to fix it. He just didn’t know how.

And maybe that’s what made him the loser.

Not because he didn’t love her. But because he didn’t know how to hold on when life got hard. Because he thought pushing her away would protect her. Because he let her go even while she was still standing right in front of him, begging him to stay.

Two weeks later, she broke it off.

Not with a fight.

Not with yelling or blame.

Just a quiet, “I can’t do this anymore,” at their usual spot.

And he didn’t argue.

Because maybe… she deserved someone who knew how to stay.

And that someone wasn't him.

One year later

Mark passed by her on campus. She was laughing with someone—a guy he didn’t recognize.

She looked lighter. Happier. He looked away before she could see the ache still painted across his face. He had no right to miss her anymore.

But God, he still did.

But she wasn’t his to love now.

And he had no one to blame but himself.

Not because he never loved her.

But because he didn’t know how to love her right.

And that’s what made him the loser.

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ANOTHER CHANCE ──── S. JOHNNY

⟢　you always knew you would run into johnny at your high schools’s reunion. what you didn’t expect is to fall right back into the way things used to be. even more surprising, johnny asking to try again. ⟣

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notes: she posted TWO days in a row??? what is going awn with herrrr #maturing

also about the whole kiss of life thing, as a black girlie i do find it ridiculous and incredibly clumsy how they handled the whole situation i just hope that their black fans won’t received the same treatment they did as black engenes back in the day

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boyfriend texts | p. jisung

➨ pairing: jisung x gn!reader

➨ genre: fluff, teeny angst, slight suggestive

➨ warnings: none

➨ a/n: reqs are now open :3

Take it | l.jn

🎧 into it . chase atlantic

☆ jeno x reader

⋆ 18+ mdni!

⋆ word count! 1.5k

synopsis . car sex with jeno. that’s it.

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author note: you guys voted jeno so here it is! ;p

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn't proof read and english isn't my first language. enjoy!! ><

the letters i "never" sent .ᐟ  | to all the boys i've loved before ୨ৎ | nct dream

pairing: nct dream xfem!reader

note: the prologue is here! i'm ngl i don't think this is my best work but sorry it took me so long (a month) -- um school is literally my 24/7 but thankfully spring break is next week so i have more time to work on everything and hopefully get everything out! i have like..... 2 more months of school and then i'm FREED. stay strong mrkified nation, daddy (me) will be back soon

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Sunlight peered into your room as your alarm started to blare that forsaken tune that told you it was time to get up for school. Your eyes still felt heavy as you slowly tossed and turned until you eventually arose from your spot in your bed. While you were slowly opening your eyes you were feeling slightly groggy, you started gathering your stuff to get ready for the school day. The sound of water pouring in the shower could be heard from the bathroom as you looked through your closet for something to wear. After you picked out an outfit you quickly ran towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You got to school with 5 minutes to spare and surprisingly — that was the least of your worries. Before you could even walk onto campus from the parking lot, the class president was yelling at everyone to get to class. You tried your best to avoid him before vanishing down the hallway.

When you thought you were in the clear, you felt a hand pull you around the corner into an empty room. You whipped around to face the culprit – the class president Mark Lee.

The day you met Mark was the first day of third grade. You both sat on opposite sides of the class so you didn't interact much outside of class, but he would always go out of his way to be nice to you. You two were not quite friends but he gave you tons of candy with a clumsy smile that you liked a little too much.

“Mark?! What the fuck!” you exclaimed as you pulled from his grasp, freeing your arm. He looked like he didn't know what to say as he took a moment to get his words out.

“I wanted to talk about this” Mark lifted up his hand to reveal a white envelope with a red heart on it.

A letter you knew far too well – It was one of the seven letters that you wrote when your crush was too intense that you had to confess your feelings in the form of a letter. It started in elementary school after Mark bought you a candy and you became head over heels. The letters let you organize your thoughts and feelings which is why you kept writing more as the years went by. The letters possibly getting out would be the end of the world – you had to get out of there to figure it out fast.

You originally tried to play dumb, since you knew he was awkward and hated confrontation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Are you sure? This came in the mail yesterday, it says it’s from you” Mark shuffled around, unsure how to go about this.

“Um..yeah.. I’m not sure what it is, maybe someone’s messing with us or something? But listen I really have to get to class and you shouldn’t be late either Mark” You awkwardly smiled and gestured to the door before turning and walking out. How did Mark Lee get his hands on his letter? You had to figure this out before the rest of them got their hands on their letters — unless they got it already?

You started desperately walking faster, speeding up to try and make it back to the parking lot. You couldn’t make it far before you became face first with someone’s back. This was starting to feel like a cliché — getting pulled into a classroom, bumping into someone’s back, what could happen next?

You couldn’t think for long as the boy you bumped into turned around revealing an annoyed Donghyuck. When his eyes shifted onto yours, his expression turned into a more amused one.

Donghyuck – more commonly known as Haechan, was a first class asshole. He was a bully, always making fun of people who he thought were under him. Always skipping class, never misses a party, he was one of the boys you were the most ashamed of liking.

“Well look who it is, I thought I had to search the whole school to find you. Who knew you would just come running to me, I guess I'm as irresistible as you think” His tone was smooth as he leaned against the wall. He seemed to have his letter as well, and playing dumb wouldn’t work as well as it did with Mark but you still had to try as getting out of there is your priority.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Donghyuck — and I definitely don’t have time for this, please move” The desperation was present in your voice. You waved your hands to signal him to move but to no avail – Donghyuck stayed planted in his spot. Amusement was more prominent on his face as his smile grew bigger when you tried to move around him but he pulled you back.

“Not so fast baby, you know what I’m talking about and it’s clear you do, but really? You had a crush on me? Now that is not what I expected to come home to” He pushed back against the wall as he pulled the smushed letter out of his pocket. “Dear Donghyuck, first of all I will never call you Haech–” “Don’t start!”

You quickly covered his mouth and looked around for any witnesses. “Look Donghyuck. I don’t know how you got that but I really can’t talk about this right now, okay? The letter is old anyway” you sighed. You heard his muffled protests from under your hands before you removed them, hoping he didn’t try to embarrass you.

“Y/n? Haechan?” A voice questioned behind you

You knew the owner of the voice and you knew it too well – Lee Jeno. Professional fuckboy and Donghyuck’s ex best friend. Of course he would be behind you right now, does anyone in this school even go to class?

“What do you want Jeno? Can’t you tell she’s busy?” Donghyuck glared at the boy.

“I wanted to ask if this letter was serious” He replied while holding up his infamous letter in his hand. Just great.

Before you could even speak, Donghyuck spoke up. “You’re telling me HE got one too?”

Donghyuck rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Out of everyone in this school, you chose Jeno to write to? Unbelievable”

“And what’s that supposed to mean, huh?” Jeno stepped forward, a questioning look on his face. The tension was rising and you were starting to feel awkward so you started to look for an escape.

“You know exactly what I mean” Dobghyuck crossed his arms. “Why would she want NEO’s number one fuckboy?”

Jeno’s jaw tightened. “Why do you always do this Haechan? You always have to start something” His voice was laced with frustration.

As the boys continued their argument, you escaped down the hall once you figured they wouldn't notice. Every step you took got faster until you were eventually running out the main door of the school. A little dramatic -- but this is your social life! Senior year cannot end with seven boys thinking you're head over heels for them, it could get messy.

Considering your odds of three out of seven, it was safe to say that all of them might have gotten their letters. After pushing back the feeling of humiliation you finally had made it to the parking lot. Before you could celebrate, you saw a note on your car that wrote – “We should talk, Renjun.”

Renjun was from your Chemistry class Freshman year – stereotypical top student who didn't do anything to jeopardize his grades. During Freshman year you were on top of your grades and went to a lot of study groups which is what got you somewhat familiar with Renjun but you were never really close. Your strive for good grades caused you to form a crush on the boy because with “both of your smarts your baby would be a mini Einstein.” Sucks you got lazy after sophomore year.

Considering the note came the day the letters got sent out – it's no coincidence that he wanted to talk. You picked up the note and rummaged your pockets for your car keys before unlocking and getting into your car. Once you were in, you turned the car on and let it sit before putting it into drive.

The first thing you could think about is how easy it was to sneak out of school – like seriously… all those days spent in your third period WASTED – but this wasn't the problem here. How did all your confession letters get leaked? You would notice if you sent them yourself, right? You think you’d have enough spacial awareness to notice you shipped the wrong box of letters. Potentially.

You spent the rest of the time driving home thinking about what the rest of the boys' reactions would have been. Renjun probably read through the letter and then stashed it somewhere unimportant. Chenle probably laughed, he’d find it hilarious that someone liked him enough to write out their feelings to him. It boosted his ego knowing that you liked him. He probably told his whole team by now, his big mouth running on and on about how you are obsessed with him. You grimaced at the realization but kept going. You knew Jisung didn't care, probably shrugged off the letter and threw it away before going back to whatever emo guitarists do. Jisung’s reaction would be your ideal reaction from all seven of the boys but at least he wouldn’t pester you like Donghyuck and Chenle.

You kept driving for a while, listening to whatever songs that would distract your mind. When you approached your neighborhood you noticed someone was sitting outside your front door. This was particularly odd since it was only about 10 am on a school day. When you got closer you realized it was Jaemin, the last one out of the seven boys you wrote to. Letting out a deep breath, you pulled the car into your driveway. You put the car in park then gathered all your things before turning off the car.

Jaemin is your neighbor from next door, he moved in last summer and you both hit it off fairly fast. He was the sweetest and it wasn’t that long before you developed a crush on him. You didn't want to ruin what you two had so you hid your feelings with a letter before he was able to catch on.

Once you were out of the car, Jaemin stood up and walked towards you. “Hi”

He gave you an awkward smile and a slight wave, it was obvious he was nervous.

“Hey Jaemin” You responded reluctantly, sending him a short wave.

“Can we talk about this?” He held up the letter addressed to him and gave you a questioning look before continuing. “I don’t want us to be awkward, I really cherish our friendship.” he held your hand, a genuine smile on his face.

You could tell he didn’t want this to mess anything up but you started to feel overwhelmed. You pulled your hand out of his grasp.

“Listen – I’ve had a long day and I just want to go to my room and take a nap or something, can we talk tomorrow?” You walked past him before pulling out your keys and unlocking the door,

“See you Jaemin” You gave him a small wave before closing the door, all Jaemin could do was stand there processing what just happened.

You didn’t mean to shove the door in his face, but after seeing Jaemin it all just started to feel so real. It was finally sinking in that you just confessed to seven boys in the span of one day, every letter confessing your feelings (some more detailed than others…) and now you possibly could lose your somewhat friendship with some of them, especially Jaemin. How are you going to face them now that they know your true feelings? You let out a deep sigh and walked towards your room feeling defeated.

Once you walked through the door you ran straight to your closet. Searching for the box was harder than you thought, but when you found the small brown box filled with your graduation invites it all clicked in your head.

Yesterday you decided to send out the graduation invitations to your family, but you left in a hurry since the post office closed early that day. You quickly ran to your closet and grabbed the first box you saw, confidently taking the letters and putting them in your bag. You didn’t think to double check the letters which in turn caused all seven of the white love letters to be sent to their respective recipients.

After you reflected on the day before, you found a form of peace knowing that you were the reason that your letters were sent instead of someone else. At least it was almost the end of the year and this situation wouldn’t dwell past two months.

You got up from your spot in front of your closet and climbed into bed. Today was humiliating to say the least, but at least you have a valid reason to skip school!

“I just hope this doesn’t last until graduation..” you muttered before shifting around. You stretched out your limbs and got comfortable before slowly drifting off, blissfully unaware of the message that popped up on your phone,

“Can we talk?”

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notes: maybe i shouldn’t discuss it but i have so many thoughts on the whole kiss of life situation and was wondering what’s your guy’s take on it?

ALSO short chapter bc im sorry for what’s about to come..

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CATCH THAT GOMDO! ᵔⰙᵔ | l.hc

synopsis: neo city zoo and aequarium have been fierce competitors for years, fighting to outshine each other. what would happen to the two attractions when you decide to pocket a cute bear keychain lying near the jellyfish display for yourself, blissfully unaware that it belongs to the infamous zookeeper, lee haechan?

pairing: zookeeper!haechan x aquarist fem!reader

genre: social media au (some written parts), rivals to lovers, fluff, humour!!!, slight angst, slow slow slow burn

warnings: explicit language, suggestive/death jokes

authors note: hi hi ive always enjoyed reading smaus so i decided to take a leap and make my own! english is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes i make,, i hope you have fun reading! >.<

status: ongoing (260924)

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prologue

01 | lost and found

02 | we hate him too

03 | haechan's plan

04 | silly mark

05 | ugly ass fishes

06 | too far

07 | the world is healed

08 | apologies

09 | perchance

10 | cheetah lee

11 | we're over

12 | iced americano

13 | what the flip

14 | jaemin wannabes

15 | whats going on mark

16 | dumbasses

17 | minion language

18 | freaky friend

19 | whats a dehet

20 | our son

bonus chapters

01 | gomdo lee's rival

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