#wish they would sit on my face simultaneously and rub PU-

[fairybonesandstardust]

life isn’t worth living i woke up today and remembered i will never be able to drown simultaneously in sevika’s and ambessa’s juices. why was i put on this earth? is the meaning to my existence suffering?

[moonlit-jeno]

rainy day (m.)

pairing: 00 line + mark x female reader

genre: filthy, dirty, shameless smut, some mxm, literally a sixsome, idk what else you expect from me at this point

words: 4.5k

The rain pelting against the window only serves as more of an excuse for you to press yourself closer to Jaemin. He winds his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him on the sofa, smiling softly when you throw your leg over his and rest your head on his shoulder. Jeno whines and presses himself closer to you in turn, complaining about being left out. You lean into the touch and hum softly.

“Aww, look at how cute you three are.” Donghyuck drawls. He’s standing next to the sofa, behind the chair currently occupied by his best friend. “Mark, our turn!”

He launches himself onto Mark’s lap and there’s a moment where Mark looks at Hyuck in confusion. That confusion is quickly replaced with fear as he gets a lap full of Donghyuck and tries to lean away from the boy, pressing himself further into the chair. “What- hey, dude, what the fuck are you- Lee Donghyuck!”

Mark tries to throw him off but it’s no use- his reaction time is too late and Donghyuck has managed to wrap his limbs around Mark like an octopus. He catches the three of you watching them and plays up the theatrics, puckering his lips and leaning forward. “Marrkkkk,”

The poor victim tries to vault himself over the arm rest, straining out of Donghyuck’s reach. Finally the giggling boy recedes, snuggling up against Mark’s chest with a content sigh. Mark lets out a deep breath of relief, then looks over to catch you watching him. He lets out a panicked giggle and claps his hands together. “Okayyyy! Let’s watch the movie now!”

You laugh and shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his cherry red face and focusing on the screen. It’s some sort of horror movie, and honestly, it’s pretty bad. You raise your eyebrows at Jaemin, the one who’d chosen it. He just shrugs at you.

The movie is interrupted by a flurry of loud cursing and you turn your head to frown at Jeno, expecting to find him watching videos on his phone. He looks at you with wide eyes and confusion. His phone is nowhere in sight. You’re about to ask the rest of the boys about it but the voice gets louder as Renjun storms into the living room.

“Who the fuck took my phone?” Renjun asks, all 170 centimeters of him bursting with anger. “I’m serious, one of you better tell me where the fuck you put it right fucking now.”

“Did you check your room?” Jaemin asks.

“Of course I did! I’m not an idiot. I checked every room in this household, and I know one of you fuckers took it.” Renjun looks around the group of you before his eyes land back in Jaemin. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Jaemin laughs. “No? Why would I take it?”

“You’re smiling! Na Jaemin, you’re a terrible liar.” Renjun moves to stand in front of Jaemin. “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

A yelp leaves you as Jaemin yanks you onto his lap, using you as a shield. “I didn’t take it!”

Renjun pays you no mind as he leans over you, hands going to Jaemin’s neck. You try your best to lean out of the way but Jaemin’s arms are tight around you, his hold only growing tighter as Renjun’s hands go to his sides, tickling him with no mercy.

They’re both cursing and Jaemin’s squirming but your face is pressed into Renjun’s chest and all you can smell is the intoxicating scent of his cologne. You find yourself melting in Jaemin’s arms.

Jeno joins in on the torture fun while Donghyuck and Mark watch from the chair. Renjun yelps when Jeno digs his fingers into his sides and topples over you. It gives Jaemin at least some sort of relief, although without the distraction of Jaemin begging Renjun to stop trying to kill him, you’re only now realizing how awkward of a position you’re in.

Your back is pressed against Jaemin’s chest, his arms still holding you in place. Renjun is on top of you, his hands pressed against the back of the couch for balance, sandwiching you in between the two men. Jeno’s next to you, sitting so close that your thighs are touching.

The rest of the room seems to notice it at the same time. Renjun freezes on top of you, not moving, and Jeno shifts aside a little bit. You squirm a bit to get out of Jaemin’s lap and it draws a low groan from him, his hips jerking a little bit. Mark giggles nervously.

It’s silent for a second, none of you quite knowing what say, until Renjun breaks it. “Was that a- did you just fucking moan?”

You can’t turn your head to look at him, but you can tell Jaemin’s blushing when he speaks. “No!” His tone is defensive and he leans closer to a skeptical Renjun, who just raises his eyebrows in turn. “Well, you try having y/n wiggling her ass on top of you! It’s not my fault!”

An incredulous squawk leaves you. “I wasn’t wiggling my ass on top of you!” You shift in order to turn in yourself Jaemin’s lap to yell at him, momentarily forgetting that Renjun’s currently in your lap. The result is you just barely shifting your hips. Your head turns just in time to see Jaemin throw his head back against the couch, his jaw clenching.

“You just did it again!” He whines. “I wouldn’t call that not wiggling your ass.”

A huff leaves you and you’re ready to argue the point further, but then Renjun is rolling his hips forward, rutting into you while simultaneously pushing you back against Jaemin. Both of you let out noises of surprise.

“Is Jaemin hard?” Renjun asks you, dipping his face down so that his lips are pressed against your neck. “Is that why he’s making all those pretty noises?”

You whimper involuntarily, the shift in mood making your head spin. Just moments ago had seen the room filled with chaos as you all teased each other. Now the room is filled with bated breathing and tension as you’re teased in a different way.

Renjun’s right: Jaemin is hard. His cock presses up against your ass nicely, and it makes you wonder how it would feel in other places. You nod and try to erase those thoughts, but it’s nearly impossible now that Renjun’s mentioned it.

“Both of you are so needy.” Renjun scoffs, but doesn’t stop his movements. And you want to roll your eyes, tell him that he’s one to talk considering he’s just as hard. “You’re probably so wet right now. Probably wish that Jaemin had his cock in you, hmm?”

Your eyes drift shut and you melt back into Jaemin’s chest, letting the two boys rut against you. It’s hard to remember that there are other people in the room.

“Okayyy, I think that’s enough.” Mark tries. “Seriously, isn’t this going a bit too far?” His voice cracks.

Your eyes snap open and you turn to look at him. His eyes are flickering around the room, gaze not lingering on anything for too long. Donghyuck looks unusually stiff on top of him. Next to you, Jeno has pulled a pillow onto his lap.

“I think it could go farther.” Renjun responds, not taking his eyes off of you. “Don’t you?”

And you should be embarrassed, should be pushing him off of you and shaking your head. These are some of your best friends, and never, never have you done anything remotely sexual with any of them.

“Yes.” The word rushes out in a breath, and you watch as the corners of his lips turn up. He turns his attention to the man under you.

“What about you, baby? You want more too?” The tone Renjun uses shocks you and you expect Jaemin to grit out a sarcastic response or flat out say no.

Jaemin whimpers.

Renjun grins and turns his head to look at Mark. “I think you have your answer.”

With your desperation spoken out loud, it seems that Renjun has thrown all caution to the wind. He ruts against you harder, and Jaemin pushes up against you, his lips attaching to your neck as he tries to muffle his moans. Your eyelids drift shut as you let the gentle wash of pleasure roll over you.

“Are you going to join or are you just going to hump the pillow until you come?” Renjun’s words pull your eyes open and you turn your head to find Jeno looking very caught. He freezes, but then he nods in a jerky motion. “Y/n, give him a hand.”

Jeno moves the pillow and lets his legs fall open a bit more. You slip your hand under the waistband of his sweats, sliding your hand over his bare cock. “No underwear?”

“Easier access.” Jeno’s words come out as a breathy moan. You pull his dick out the rest of the way, watching as his face screws up in pleasure.

Jaemin pulls your attention back to him, panting against your neck. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Mhmm, fuck, fuck.” He bites into your shoulder and groans, rolling his hips against you in jerky motions.

Your stomach twists with arousal and you focus on jerking Jeno off faster, your legs wrapping around Renjun’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer. It fails. You pout as he stops moving, turning his attention away from you.

“Donghyuck, c’mere,” Renjun turns to look over at the boy expectantly. “You too, Mark. Don’t you want to join the fun?”

It only takes a moment for Donghyuck to stand up, hands held awkwardly in front of him to conceal his boner. Mark doesn’t move, but he turns a little in the chair so that he has a better view. 

Renjun grins at the boy, raising his hand to fist in Donghyuck’s hair. He pulls him forward abruptly, smashing their lips together. Your jaw drops at the sight. 

Donghyuck clearly wasn’t expecting the move and he gasps, whimpering softly as Renjun gives his hair another tug. It’s a messy kiss, flashes of tongue and teeth when Renjun pulls away to nip at Hyuck’s lower lip. You clench around nothing, grabbing Jaemin’s hand and pulling it lower. 

Jaemin gets the hint and rubs you through the thin material of your shorts, snaking his other hand up to massage your breast. You let out a sigh, your head falling back against Jaemin’s chest. The movement of your hand must slow down with the bliss because Jeno covers your hand with his own, tightening your grip and fucking up into your touch.

Renjun breaks away from the kiss, rubbing over Donghyuck’s swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck Y/N’s pretty pussy, and after I’ve come, you’re going to eat her out. Does that sound good?” 

Donghyuck nods, looking dazed. Renjun lets go of his hair and pushes him onto the space next to Jeno. “Good. Now go sit.”

The vulgarity of Renjun’s words has you moaning openly, your core clenching around nothing. Jaemin’s fingers feel nice, but the sensation is dulled over the fabric of your pants and you feel so empty.

Renjun turns his attention back to you, knocking Jaemin’s hand away. “There are other things you can do if you really need to occupy your hands. Hold her leg for me.”

Jaemin helps Renjun slide your pants off before gripping your thigh, spreading you wide. “Why are you in charge?” Jaemin grumbles, and you aren’t looking at him, but you can just imagine the annoyance in his expression. 

“Because I want to be.” Is all Renjun says, busy with unzipping his pants. He lets them pool at his ankles before stepping out of them, grasping his cock in his palm. His eyes are dark with lust, serious as he looks into your own. “Are you ready?” “Please,” You gasp out, not caring how desperate you seem at this point. It makes Renjun smile and he wastes no time sliding into you.

A loud groan leaves him as he bottoms out, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hips start to grind into you in small motions. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.”

You whimper, clenching around him at the feeling of finally being filled up. His fingers dig into your other thigh and he lifts it to wrap around his waist as he starts to fuck into you. Your back arches away from Jaemin but he keeps you anchored to him with an arm around your waist, his lips at your neck. Soft praises are whispered into your ear as Jaemin leaves open mouthed kisses wherever he can reach.

Renjun fucks into you harshly, panting with the effort it takes. Each thrust pushes you into Jaemin and the man squirms underneath you. It takes you way too long to remember that Jaemin had come in his pants earlier, and that he must be insanely sensitive right now. That doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his cock plumps up against your ass with every strained breath he lets out.

A whine of Renjun’s name leaves you as you reach for him, momentarily wondering why both of your hands feel so empty. You glance at Jeno only to find Donghyuck’s hand on his cock, the younger man grinding against Jeno’s hip. “Jaemin.” You gasp out. “Fuck, Jaemin, look.” You know the exact moment that Jaemin sees what you’re looking at. He swears and his hips buck up against your ass. “Oh my god.” He kneads more harshly at your breast, seemingly his form of grounding himself. “Holy fuck, why is this so hot?”

Jeno meets your gaze and groans, lifting his hand to your neck and pulling you closer. The kiss he brings you into is sloppy, with way too much tongue and spit. The force of it has your lips bruising and it drags a keen out of the depths of your chest. Jeno’s aggressive with his motions, bringing his hand to the back of your neck only to press you closer against him, drinking in your moans like they’re oxygen. 

You break the kiss to throw your head back, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. “Fuck, I can’t,” Jeno starts kissing down your throat, sucking harshly at one particular spot, and your sentence breaks. “I, mhmm, please, I’m gonna come.” Renjun groans and speeds up, fucking you hard and fast. “Do it. Come all over my cock, doll.” 

His words have you feeling hot and your core clenches with need as the knot of tension ties itself even tighter in your gut. Jeno pulls you in for one last filthy kiss and you melt into it, barely even able to look at him through your heavy lids. He pulls away but keeps his hand on your jaw, thumb pulling your lower lip down to part your mouth. Jeno leans a little closer then, smirking a little when you try to steal another kiss. His mouth falls open and his spit trickles into your open mouth, his thumb wiping at the little bit that runs down your chin. He groans as he watches you swallow. “Good girl.” He whispers, leaning in to press one last kiss to your lips. It’s the final straw. You come with your head thrown back, one hand grabbing onto Renjun’s shoulder, the other grabbing on to Jeno’s thigh.

Pleasure courses through you and you feel like you’re floating, coming back down to Renjun stroking his hand over your thighs, Jaemin kissing at your neck. You lazily open your eyes and look over at Jeno. The guy’s currently fucking into Donghyuck’s fist with his head thrown against the couch, back arching off of the cushions. Low grunts leave him as he works himself up, clumsily trying to reach a hand over to help Donghyuck.  

“Hyuck.” Renjun interrupts them before Jeno can come. “It’s your turn.” 

The boy looks confused for all of three seconds before his eyes drift lower, focusing on where Renjun pulls out of you. A little bit of his come spills out and Donghyuck’s eyes zero in on how your pussy clenches to try and keep all of it inside. He’s off the sofa in a second, dropping to his knees in between your spread thighs. Jeno looks betrayed. 

“Are you serious?” Jeno huffs, rolling his eyes and grabbing his own dick. Donghyuck pays him no mind, already burying his face in your cunt. 

You gasp loudly, trying and failing to squirm away from him. “Fuck, Hyuck, I’m sensitive.” He sucks harshly on your clit. “Fucking shit, Donghyuck!” He pulls away, looking up at you with dark eyes. His tongue flicks out to lick at the mess of your arousal and Renjun’s come staining his chin, “You taste so good, baby.” He’s back to eating you out before you can even think up a response.

A sob leaves you and he just uses it as encouragement to continue eating you out. You drop your hands to fist in his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Your free hand flails around uselessly before landing on Jaemin’s forearm, squeezing a little too tightly.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” Jaemin groans out, lifting your hips a little. You don’t pay him any mind, Donghyuck’s tongue more than a little distracting. He looks up at you with big eyes as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole, licking at your clit. It’s so, so hot, and the burn of oversensitivity disappears as pleasure replaces it. You want to wrap your legs around his head and keep him there forever. “Oh, come on. Really Jaemin?” Donghyuck groans, and you open your eyes to ask what’s wrong, but then you feel the cockhead pressing against your entrance, hear the low moan Jaemin lets out in your ear. 

Jaemin slides into you slowly, moaning as you squirm at the intrusion, your pussy being filled deliciously. “Yeah, man, I’m not fucking coming in my pants again.” 

He gets some good leverage with his feet planted flat against the floor, setting a slow rhythm filled with hard thrusts. Hyuck pouts on the floor, and you feel bad but you don’t pay him any attention until you hear Renjun say “Did I tell you to stop?” You almost scream with pleasure when he puts his mouth back to work, flicking his tongue over your clit. He works on Jaemin, too, and you can’t see but you can certainly hear the way that the boy moans out Donghyuck’s name. The pleasure is so much, too much, and your head spins as you try to process everything that you’re feeling. You writhe on Jaemin’s lap, trying to find some way to ground yourself, but you’re completely at their mercy. Your orgasm is rushing to the surface and your eyes dart around the room, struggling to process everything that’s happening. Jaemin massages your chest with one hand, Donghyuck keeps your legs spread open with a strong grip on your thighs, his tongue on your clit. Renjun’s curled up on the empty spot next to Jeno, stroking the boys hair as Jeno jerks himself off desperately. You see flashes of white and you wonder if he’s come already. Across the room, Mark is still sitting in the same position he’d been in when everything had started. His cock is clearly hard, straining against his pants, but he keeps his hands tight on the armrests. You make eye contact and his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t look away.

It washes over you slowly at first, just a gentle rush of pleasure that grows and grows until it’s overwhelming, your eyes squeezing shut as color bursts behind your eyelids. You gasp desperately for air, clutching at Donghyuck’s hair, at Jaemin’s forearm, anything you can reach. 

Donghyuck’s barely pulled away before Jaemin’s shoves you sideways, pushing your face into the couch cushions and pulling your ass up. You lift your arms to grab onto the arm rest just in time for him to start fucking into you again. This time it’s even more brutal, the desperation and new position giving him the leverage to get deeper, to go faster. You turn your head to the side and sob. 

Your second orgasm has barely ended and already you can feel yourself being hurtled towards your third. A hand strokes you temple and you lift your head, blinking the tears out of your eyes to find Donghyuck standing in front of you. He taps the head of his cock against your lips. “Open wide, baby.” His cock is heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips nicely. Donghyuck fucks your mouth gently, considerate of the fact that Jaemin is pounding you into the next dimension. It doesn’t matter, anyways, because he doesn’t last long. Donghyuck’s been worked up and needy for so long that he spills onto your tongue in no time, stroking himself through the aftershocks. Jeno replaces him, sliding his cock down your throat and grinding his hips forward one, two, three times before spilling into your mouth. You moan as Jeno slides his fingers into your mouth, come and saliva spilling past your lips as you suck around his fingers. Jaemin smacks your ass and groans out filthy praises. His rhythm falters and you know that he’s close. You’re close too, you just pray you get there first. 

“Pretty girl.” Jeno strokes your head, looking down at you with dark eyes. “So pretty even though you're such a mess for us.” You hum softly, glancing away from him. 

Your eyes land on Mark, and you watch as he loses his composure, a soft “fuck” leaving him as he gives in. His hand slips down to touch his cock and you’re done, smashing your face into the cushion as your orgasm slams into you.

Sticky warmth spills down your thighs, your pussy swollen and aching but feeling so horribly empty. You clench around nothing, whining incoherently for Jaemin to put his cock back in you but he doesn’t listen. Whether it’s because he’s already come or because he just can’t hear what you’re saying, you don’t know.

Jeno helps you sit up, Jaemin wiping at the tears under your eyes and pulling you onto his lap. Mark quickly yanks his hand out of his pants and stands up, storming out of the room. Donghyuck laughs tiredly from where he’s curled up on the floor. 

“That was fucking amazing.” Renjun sighs, scooting closer to you and Jaemin. You hum happily, leaning into their touch. And you know that you’ve probably just had enough sex to last you a week, but there’s something missing. 

“I have to pee.” You announce, pecking each of them on the lips before standing up. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” Jaemin asks, raising his eyebrows at the way you limp, at the way you wince when you take a step.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.” The bathroom door is on the left but you make a right, finding Mark sitting on his bed. He has his head thrown back, pants kicked off somewhere on the floor. He looks up at you with wide eyes when you walk in, freezing. “Fuck, sorry, I- uh.” He laughs nervously. “I didn’t mean to-” “You didn’t mean to jerk off?” You raise your eyebrows, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t tell me your hand slipped and accidentally landed on your cock. Your very hard cock.”

Mark swallows thickly as you make your way closer to him. His eyes trail over your bare legs, catching on the way your nipples perk up against the fabric of your shirt, how the collar barely hides your hickeys. He bites his lip. “Were you thinking of me? You probably were, hmm?” You sit down next to him, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “You were thinking of how good I looked getting fucked, right?” He gapes at you for a long second, and you wonder if he’ll ever respond. You’re about to speak up again, ask if you’re going too far, but then something snaps in his eyes and you’re suddenly being pinned under him. He smashes your lips together, grinding against you a few times before pulling back. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.” He groans out, slamming his cock into you. You cry out, grasping at his shoulders. Your used pussy flares in pain, but there’s a certain pleasure to it that has you rocking your hips against him, wanting him to move. “Four cocks weren’t enough? You need a fifth?” “I need you, Mark.” It’s the right thing to say, apparently, because he doesn’t waste another second before starting up a brutal rhythm, hips slamming against your own with audible force. You moan and arch against him, wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

Mark sits up on his knees and tugs you onto his lap, hitting deeper, harder. He drops his face to rest in the crook of your neck and bites down. “Say my name.” “Fuck, Mark.” You moan, a sob ripping through you. “Mark, please, I wanna come.” “Who’s making you feel this way? Who’s fucking you this good?” He presses his thumb down against your clit and it’s way too much for you, sharp electricity shooting through your body.

“You are! Mark, you’re fucking me so- well, fuck, mhmm, fuck!” Stars burst behind your eyelids and you hear nothing but static, feel nothing but overwhelming bliss and serenity. 

Your eyes open to find Mark laying next to you, Donghyuck with his head resting on your chest. A sleepy sigh leaves you and you realize how dry your throat is, your voice cracking when you try to speak. Mark hands you a mug.

“Jaemin heard you scream and brought you tea.” Mark explains. You must make a face because both men laugh, Donghyuck cooing and poking your nose. “Aww, she’s embarrassed. Don’t be- you sounded hot as fuck.” Donghyuck reassures you. Mark agrees.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you passed out, though. That was like, really hot.” Mark adds. You just hum. 

There’s a thought swirling in the back of your mind and you blink harshly, turning your head to face Donghyuck. “Did Renjun ever find his phone.” Hyuck snorts. “Yeah, it was on his bed.” Mark mumbles something and pulls you away from the other boy, tightening his hold on your waist. You sink back into the embrace.

It’s so comfortable to be cuddled by both of them, but your bladder is screaming at you and you have the desperate urge to brush your teeth and shower. You groan and force yourself to sit up. “I have to pee.”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrows. “You’re not going to go and have sex again, are you?” Your face heats up as you remember that that’s the excuse you used earlier to sneak off to Mark’s room. You shake your head. “Good. Hang on, I’ll call the muscle to carry you to the bathroom.”

He screams for Jeno and you let yourself collapse against the mattress, laughing contentedly.