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Smut Dump 3: SinB

A/N: A quick smut for a friend in the basement so might contain some nonsensical scene. This is also my last smut fic for the time being because I received a new commission, yay! My inbox is always open though. A lot of stuff is marinated in there but feel free to throw in more pickles, lol.

T/W: (A little heavier stuff than normal) Rape, Dorm Invasion, Degrading Dialogue, Hardcore, Anal, Anal Prolapse

You slowly unlock the door of Viviz's dorm room and slip inside in the main area, your heart racing with sick excitement at what you're about to do. The living room is empty except for SinB herself, sitting on the couch watching a video of old GFRIEND's live performances, reminiscing good old times in her lonesome.

She doesn't notice you at first, too engrossed in the video of herself dancing and singing on stage. You lick your lips hungrily as you watch the way the blanket covering her legs rides up, giving teasing glimpses of her smooth thighs.

Moving up behind her, you clamp a hand over her mouth just as she senses your presence and tries to scream. "Don't make a sound bitch," you hiss in her ear, "Unless you want your pretty little face all over the internet."

She trembles against you, her eyes wide with terror as you use your free hand to bind her wrists together with zip ties. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, been dreaming of stuffing my thick cock inside that perfect pussy and ass of yours."

SinB whimpers against your palm, struggling weakly as you drag her over to the TV and force her to kneel in front of it. With a few taps on her phone, a compilation video starts playing - a montage of SinB's most provocative dance moves and upskirt shots taken by obsessive fans.

"You're going to watch this whole fucking thing while I use those slutty holes," you snarl, undoing your pants and taking out your already hard cock. "If you're a good girl and take it all, I might let you cum too."

She shakes her head desperately but you just grab a fistful of her hair and shove your cockhead against her sealed lips. "Open up whore or I'll fuck your pretty face bloody!"

Sobbing, SinB reluctantly parts her lips and you immediately thrust your hips forward, burying half your shaft in the wet heat of her mouth. You groan loudly, savoring the feeling as you lock eyes with her reflection giving a sultry look in the fap video.

"Yeah, that's it you little slut. Suck my dick while you watch yourself being a cock tease on stage..." With your free hand you reach around and grope her full tits roughly through her shirt, using them as handles to fuck her face harder and deeper.

SinB gags and chokes as you mercilessly skull-fuck her, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips and tears streaming down her cheeks. But you couldn't care less about her discomfort, bucking your hips wildly to bury your cock to the root in her convulsing throat.

"Take it all you thirsty whore!" you grunt, getting off on the sight of her pretty face contorting so lewdly around your fat dick. "Feel how fucking hard you've made me by being such a filthy slutty tease!"

On the TV, the fap video loops to SinB shaking her hips suggestively, her tight skirt riding up to expose the curves of her ass cheeks. You pull out of her spit-slick mouth, smearing the mixture of spit and pre-cum across her gasping face.

"Look at yourself, fucking begging for this cock," you hiss, roughly flipping her over onto her forehead and knees. Her short skirt has ridden up, putting her panty-clad ass and thighs on full display. "You want this so bad, don't you slut?"

She shakes her head but that only makes you chuckle darkly. Seizing the back of her underwear, you yank it aside, exposing her bare pussy lips already glistening with arousal despite her fear.

"We'll see about that.” Line up your cock and drive it into her tight pussy in one violent thrust. SinB screams in pain as you bottom out inside her, her pussy stretching to accommodate your girth. "Fuck yeah, take every fucking inch you little cumbucket!"

Grabbing her hips with bruising force, you begin pistoning in and out of her dripping slit, keeping a brutal pace. With the fap video playing on loop in front of you, fucking this K-pop goddess's perfect cunt is even hotter than you imagined.

"Ahh! Please, no more!" SinB cries out desperately, her body jolting with the force of your savage thrusts. "It hurts so much! Take it out, I'm begging you!"

But her whimpered pleas and tears only stimulate you on, driving you to fuck her abused pussy even harder and deeper. You keep your grip on her hips, pulling her back onto your jackhammering cock with each brutal stroke.

"Shut the fuck up slut," you shout, drunk on the tight, wet friction of her velvet walls convulsing around your cock. "I'll fuck these whore holes however I want, you got that?"

You punctuate your words with a series of punishingly deep thrusts, making SinB wail as you batter against her cervix. Her petite frame shudders beneath you, overwhelmed by the ruthless reaming you're giving her sopping cunt.

"P-please...have mercy...I'll do anything..." she sobs brokenly, drool and mascara streaking her anguished face. But her teary, debased expression reflected in the TV screen, juxtaposed with the video of her confidently performing, just makes you want to defile her even more.

Letting go of her hips, you grab a chunk of her hair and yank her head back at a cruel angle. "Yeah, you'll do anything I say like the worthless fuckdoll you are!"

SinB's wails become muffled groans as you jackhammer into her from behind, taking her throat in a strangling side choke with your other hand. Overstimulated and choking, she convulses but your iron grip holds her in place, ruthlessly pumping her cunt full of your thick meat.

Your savage rutting of her dripping pussy eventually sends SinB into a series of shuddering, toe-curling orgasms. Her strangled moans fill the room as her cunthole clamps and quivers around your invading cock.

You laugh as you watch her frame convulse from the forced climaxes, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print.

But as soon as her shuddering slowly subsides, you yank your slick cock from her gaping, swollen hole with a satisfying wet noise. SinB whimpers pitifully, gaining a brief respite that you have no intention of allowing.

"Did you really think I was done with you?" you sneer, grabbing her hair again and flipping her over onto her back.

Through tear-streaked eyes, she watches helplessly as you lift and spread her legs in a wide split. Your thick, spit-slicked cock bobbing mere inches from her pink asshole, teasing her with what's still to come.

"This ass is mine next, bitch. I'm going to fucking ruin you, make sure you can never walk right or look at yourself on stage again without remembering how I turned you into my personal whore!"

SinB's eyes roll back in her head and she wails like a woman possessed as you press the bulbous head of your cock against her puckered, virgin asshole and start pushing.

"Oh god, please NOOOOOO!!!" SinB howls in excruciating anguish as you force the bulbous crown of your cockhead past the clenched ring of her untouched asshole.

Her entire structure thrashes beneath you as you impale her mercilessly, not stopping until you've brutally sheathed every sadistic inch inside her vice-tight anal passage.

"Fuuuck this ass is squeezing me so fucking tight!" you grunt, savoring the hot spongy friction gripping your pulsing cock.

Tears of agony pour from SinB's eyes and she writhes in tormented ecstasy, stretched to her absolute limits around your thick cock reaming out her most private depths.

"You'd better relax that slutty hole of yours, because I'm going to fucking destroy it!" you state, grasping her ankles and pinning her legs to either side of her quivering body.

With that warning, you withdraw until just the engorged head of your shaft remains, then surge forward in one stab. SinB's shriek of pain reverberates through the room as you start throwing the full weight of your body into raping her virgin ass.

The TV screen gives you a POV look at her face twisting in depraved euphoria with each savage stroke, mouth gaping and eyes rolling as you constantly rip her asshole. Her hands under her back claw futilely at the floor as waves of torture overwhelm her senses.

It's almost too much for you to handle - the unbearable tightness of SinB's rubbery asshole clenching around your dick, trying to repel the relentless anal reaming. Her shrill screams of pained ecstasy fill the room, echoing through your pounding head.

"That's it bitch, take every fucking inch like the worthless whore you are!" you roar, spit flying as you pile-drive her backside without mercy. "I'm going to rip you in half and leave you gaping!"

All sense of pleasure blends into an agonizing, blinding blur for her. SinB's mind shorts out, brain reduced to a primal state by the sadistic treatment her once virgin asshole is enduring. She can only lie there and howl like a banshee, eyes bulging and body jolting with each jab that hilts you balls deep.

Suddenly you seize her ankles like a hawk, pinning her trembling thighs vertically and suspending her lower body in the air. This new unforgiving angle allows you to hammer right into her core, impaling her helpless sphincter with pile-driver force.

“Take my fucking dick, you cumrag!" you howl, sweat stinging your eyes as your assaulting hips become a blur.

Her screeching hits fever pitch as you mash her female prostate, railing her ass with fury. You're distantly aware of the sounds of her sphincter squelching and stretching to its limits around your pistoning cock.

SinB can barely process the sensations wracking her body anymore. Her mind has fogged over, overwhelmed by the waves of anguished bliss crashing through her nerve endings.

Fuck the pain in her now-bloodied, gaping asshole as you degrade it without letup. Her pussy has betrayed her, convulsing erratically and squirting rivulets of girl cum across her heaving belly and thighs.

This bitch toy is in a semi-conscious nirvana now – eyes rolled back, chest flushed crimson, mouth lolling open in a silent scream of tormented ecstasy.

You can read it in the glazed, cock-drunk look on her face as crystal-clear as the fap video looped in front of you: She's becoming addicted to the act of being savagely defiled.

"That's right you fucking whore, just let it all go," you grunt, sweat and spit raining down on her splayed, convulsing form. "Give in to being nothing but a set of fuckholes!”

With one hand, you slide your thick fingers into her sloppy, overflowing cunt, finger-banging her as your hips shoot forward in piston-blur, anal-digging her within an inch of her life.

SinB barely registers your harsh words, lost in a transcendent state of masochistic rapture as you violate her most intimate spaces. Her swollen pussy spasms and squirts around your probing digits while her bowels burn and stretch around your ravaging cock.

"Now THIS is how you make fucking music video cum-slut!" you roar through gritted teeth as your hips become a blur - alternating between rail-gunning her abused asshole and resurging forward to corkscrewed-fuck her squirting cunthole.

SinB can do nothing but moan and drool, her legs akimbo in the air and limbs flopping lifelessly like a broken puppet's as you use her petite frame as your personal onahole playground.

You're huffing, simultaneously driving your cock to the base in her bowels while fisting her sloppy, overwrought pussy. She makes a gurgling sound - eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out as you balls deep inside her. Her abused anal fuckhole fibrillates and flutters around your pumping cock, as though begging for mercy. You grant SinB none.

You groan in pleasure, giving no quarter as you wantonly violate her spasming holes. Your sack clenches suddenly, taut and heavy as the volcanic orgasm builds. With a loud grunt, you snap your wrist forward, burying your fist knuckle-deep inside her pulsating pussy even as you rail her sticky pooper to the insheathing.

"Get fucking bred, you whore!" you bellow, as thick volleys of bubbling spooge begin filling her abused intestinal tract.

A deep, cataclysmic groan escapes your lips as that pent-up load finally erupts. Blast after blistering blast of boiling jizz hose into SinB's asshole, immediately overwhelming her previously vice-tight sphincter into a gaping, prolapsed ruin.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieks almost subhumanly as her bowels inflate with your scalding seed, belly distending obscenely to accommodate the flood of baby batter pumping her ruined guts full.

You don't stop there however, snarling like a rabid beast as you fuck her demolished ass even after unloading what feels like a gallon inside. SinB's frenzied howls of pulsating pain and rapture provide the perfect symphony to your merciless coda.

Cock still lodged to the root in her sloppy, spooge-drenched asshole, you rain a flurry of brutal slaps and hooks across her tear-streaked face and tits. The once-proud K-pop idol's groans dissolve into dazed gurgles of submission, features swelling into a chaotic mess of red.

By the time you wrench free your still-throbbing member from the ruins of her rectum, SinB is all but catatonic - consciousness shutting down from the singularly shattering ordeal of being sodomized into oblivion.

Reddened handprints and cum seal the broken, conquered look on her ruined face. Her gaping, prolapsed asshole now adorned with a disgusting crimson ring - a permanent souvenir that will forever garishly remind her of her true value as rape meat.

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existslikepristin · 19 days

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Holy shit, look what I actually finished

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Dreamcatcher/Minx, Loona/Artms, CLC/Kep1er, Gfriend/Viviz, I love the fact that I can technically do a / for each of those group tags, Jiu, Heejin, Yujin, futa!Eunha, Karina’s colossal cock makes a cameo, you make a cameo, BUNNIES, reluctant but totally consenting, humiliation, a variety of unhealthy habits regarding weight gain/loss, anal, p-in-v sex, rimming, cunnilingus, deepthroat, Yujin is one thirsty ass lesbian, premature ejaculation, cum sweat and tears, Jiu is just a little dumb, Heejin is just a little shy, Eunha is just little, a bit of unintentional exhibitionism, strapons, references, this whole story is a big pain in the dick

Springy

“Oh gosh, these ears are adorable on you!”

“Uh… Thanks, Jiu,” Heejin said with a deep blush and a tiny smile, folding her forearms over her stomach. Her biceps pushed her leotard partially open, revealing a lot more cleavage than she normally managed.

“Hey, don’t be so shy!” Yujin giggled and dragged a finger across Heejin’s chest. “You’re super hot.”

Jiu pushed Yujin’s hand away from Heejin, but smiled sweetly. “Don’t you be taking advantage of this girl now.”

Heejin’s blush intensified. “It’s okay… I, uh…”

Eunha wasn’t listening to any of the conversation. She was much too focused on the job at hand: Squeezing into her bunny leotard. It was already a tight fit when they first picked out the costumes, but in the following weeks, Eunha had gained some size in the thighs (and butt). Even if she was able to get the outfit all the way on, her ass would eat the thing in the back and make it look like a slightly oversized thong. Eunha’s tits had grown a bit too, so if she ever managed to get the thing on, she’d probably still be flashing her nips with every slightly bouncy step. And just to add potential injury to the insult, the severe tightness of the leotard was absolutely going to crush Eunha’s poor dick. That might help hide the bulge when they went out on stage, but dancing in such a condition would just make the whole event a literal pain. At least the bunny ear headband still fit!

Jiu, Heejin, and Yujin easily got into their bunny outfits just as quickly as the first time they tried them on. Theirs were exactly the same as Eunha’s. Copied and pasted black pump heels, black bow tie chokers, and skimpy, open-backed, black leotards which barely covered half of their asses and unreasonably low necklines. They came with little white fluffy tails on the back.

The other three each made the same outfit look good in their own way, and each had a themed lipstick color. Heejin’s lipstick was baby blue, and her fully exposed arms and legs had a slightly oily sheen, emphasizing her muscular physique. Yujin was wearing pale green lipstick and was the thinnest of the bunch, but her perky tits and ass jiggled deliciously as she hopped around the room. Jiu’s legs, already the longest, looked a mile long now that they were exposed all the way up past her hips. She got the most normal lipstick: light pink.

Eunha wasn’t unhappy with her short frame, thick assets, and pastel yellow lipstick, but at that moment she regretted the last month of cheeseburgers, beer, and sedentary behavior. A diet was out of the question, obviously, as she would have been very hungry and wouldn’t stand for that, but she probably could have done with a bit of exercise.

“You okay over here?” Yujin asked.

Eunha flinched and looked up. As could always be expected from the thirstiest of lesbians, Yujin’s eyes were locked on her bare boobs.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Eunha trailed off, “Okay, I’m not kidding anybody. I need some help getting this on.”

“Oh ho ho!” Yujin fake-laughed. “Does this mean I was right when I suggested we should get one of these outfits one size up?”

“You could have done with a size down! Just…” Eunha grumbled, “help me put it on.”

Yujin giggled for real, somewhere between cute and lecherous. “Sure, babe, I gotcha.” She twirled behind Eunha and dropped to her knees. “Let’s get these beautiful pillows cased, eh? A little help, Heejin?”

“Huh?” Heejin made her way over, and was followed by Jiu. Being the room’s center of attention was worse when Eunha also felt like the room’s center of gravity.

After a brief (and traumatizing) discussion on the logistics of the task ahead of them, the other two dressed bunny girls took their positions as Yujin directed, gripped a portion of Eunha’s leotard, and pulled up in tandem. They all succeeded in lifting Eunha off the floor, but the material did not budge any further. Eunha kicked back and forth rapidly until the others set her back down.

“Where exactly is it getting stuck?” Jiu asked with a puff. Eunha appreciated that Jiu used a more concerned tone, as opposed to Yujin’s mockery.

“It’s just stuck at the waist,” Yujin said, “All we gotta do is get that past her ass and we’re good. Let me just try a little lube…”

A disgusted shiver went all the way up and down Eunha’s back as she felt Yujin spit twice down the back of the leotard.

“Okay, three, two, one!” Yujin shouted, and heaved upward. Jiu and Heejin did the same.

The slip of material over Eunha’s ass was almost satisfying, but then came a sudden shock of pain; the result of fabric being stretched to its absolute limit by her expansive ass. As expected, it left no room whatsoever for her dick. Eunha could only squeak, go cross eyed, and collapse to the floor as the others released their grips.

“Oh… shit,” Heejin mumbled.

“Uh oh.” Jiu put a hand over her mouth.

“I think we need to get it off now,” Yujin said. Eunha felt herself surprisingly grateful for Yujin in that moment, considering she couldn’t catch a breath with which to say “Fuck! Take it off!”

Thankfully, the shape of Eunha’s curves made removing the thing much easier than putting it on, though it still took some effort. Jiu tossed the leotard to the side and Yujin gasped, suddenly transfixed. Eunha was left groaning on the floor, fully nude besides her askew bunny ears and bow tie. She rolled onto her back, went limp, and summarized her feelings: “O~ow~w…”

Jiu sighed heavily. “Well now what are we going to do? We can’t go out there without Eunha. She’s like, the bunniest bunny.”

Eunha barely registered the compliment.

“She could try losing some water weight,” Heejin said.

“Water weight?” Jiu asked with a raised eyebrow, “Like pissing it all out? That sounds fake.”

“Uh… No, I mean spitting in a cup… or working up a big sweat by exercising super hard.”

Jiu squinted. “That still sounds fake. And also unhealthy.”

“It works for me and Jinsoul if we need to shave an inch off.”

“An inch?!” Jiu shouted, “Wow, you fourth genners are intense. Do I need to talk to your manage—Okay, we’ll come back to that in a bit. Eunha? Yujin? Have you two ever done that?”

Eunha was still catching her breath and couldn’t answer, but was very opposed to the idea. She could barely do normal exercise, so working up enough of a sweat to lose physical size was definitely a pipe dream. There were a few long moments of silence.

“Yujin!” Jiu tapped Yujin’s shoulder, snapping her out of her trance. She’d been staring between Eunha’s legs.

“S-sorry. But look, Seunghee was right!” She pointed at Eunha’s dick. “It’s so cute!”

Just when Eunha thought her embarrassment had reached its peak, the summit stretched out by another mile. Her accidents in The Lounge would follow her forever, it seemed.

Heejin blushed again and looked away. Jiu, however, remained stoic and said, “Yeah, sure, but we need a plan, Yujin.”

More silence. Eunha eventually caught her breath and started to let the others know that the show should probably go on without her, “I—”

Yujin interrupted, “Actually, I think Heejin’s got it!”

“What?” Eunha croaked.

“What’s a little dehydration if we’re only performing four songs in a medley?” Yujin chimed, “Let’s just, you know, shrivel her up a bit, do the performance, and then come back and make her guzzle a gallon of water to plump back up! She’s real close to fitting in the thing already, so it won’t take much.”

Jiu cocked an eyebrow. “You really think something like that will work?”

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

Eunha raised a hand to try to object, but Heejin spoke first. “I mean, we could also… I mean, it would be easy to cut some slits in her leotard to expand it and use some black electric tape to cover up the—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Yujin interrupted again, “Let’s only worry about plan B if the sweaty plan fails. Okay! So! Check this out. As we all know, sex makes for a fantastic workout. If we all fuck Eunha, she’ll sweat like crazy. And this plan comes with three more benefits! One: Draining her balls will make them fit without getting skronched again. Two: If her pussy gushes, that’s more water weight gone. And three: She burns calories for real, healthy weight loss. All the while, she’s spitting into a cup like Heejin suggested for maximum effect. Oh, but where do we get a cup?”

Heejin looked around. “I didn’t bring one… We can just grab one from—”

“What a shame!” Yujin interrupted again again, “I guess she can spit in my mouth instead.”

Jiu glared. “Well now you’re just being too obvious, Yujin. Also I’m pretty sure her balls won’t actually get smaller.”

“Damn. Yeah, those balls are already super tiny… But the sex plan is a-go-go, right?”

Heejin shrugged. “Seems kinda legit.”

Jiu sighed again and planted her hands on her bare hips, hanging her head for a moment. “I have to admit, it sounds like the best option we have. And we are bunnies, after all, so getting things done by fucking kind of makes sense.”

“What…” Eunha choked, “Don’t I get a say in this? I think Heejin was right. Cutting a little around the waist was a good ide—”

“Ruining the outfits is our last resort!” Yujin shouted. She already peeled down the top of her leotard, freeing her small chest from its confines, and straddled Eunha’s head.

Jiu and Heejin gave each other a “why not” kind of look.

Eunha groaned one last time as Yujin pulled her outfit’s crotch to the side. Eunha got an eyeful of ass and a mouthful of pussy. She resigned herself to her apparently unstoppable fate and stuck out her tongue. It was unsettling how genuinely similar to strawberries Yujin tasted.

“Oooh!” Yujin cooed, “See? Good plan.” She leaned down to grope Eunha’s tits. “Don’t forget, Eunha. You need to participate for maximum benefit.”

However reluctant she may have been, Eunha’s body certainly participated. Her dick—which was still very sore—stood straight up in no time as Jiu softly caressed and kissed it. A moment later, Jiu clambered on top, slowly grinding herself in small circles to keep Eunha’s dick inside her.

“How’s it feel?” Yujin asked with a bit of a dreamy quality to her voice.

Nobody answered for a few seconds.

“Oh, me?” Jiu clarified. “It’s alright.”

“Just alright? She’s doing great with her tongue. Really getting me wet down there.”

“Yeah. It’s like, just alright. Hey wait, wet?”

Yujin squinted. “Duh. She’s licking my vag. Of course I’m getting wet.”

“Isn’t the goal for Eunha to dehydrate a little bit from this?” Heejin asked.

“I don’t think you can actually hydrate by drinking pussy juice, but oh well. You’re right. Oops. My bad.” Yujin shifted herself a bit forward, smashing her asshole against Eunha’s mouth instead.

“Aow! Ffey!” Eunha exclaimed and slapped Yujin’s thigh.

Yujin flinched a little, but cooed again. “Oooh, yes, this is just as good. Keep at it and you’ll drop a size in no time!”

“Hey, uh…” Heejin looked back and forth between Yujin and Jiu. “What should I do?”

Yujin hummed. “Weeell, let’s see. Seunghee told me that Eunha really likes anal.”

“Sheesh… another one?” Heejin murmured for some indiscernible reason, probably involving a church.

Eunha felt like she should protest, but it was a point she couldn’t effectively argue. She didn’t exactly want to argue, especially when Heejin’s finger pressed into her ass and curled up, pushing all of Eunha’s love buttons.

Reluctance aside, Eunha started giving in to the pleasure. She managed to lift her legs enough for Heejin’s finger to get almost all the way inside her. Jolts of energy zipped through her at each twirl of Jiu’s hips. Her hands instinctively spread Yujin’s ass further to be better devoured. Bunny eared stars swam in front of her eyes and she squealed.

Jiu suddenly stopped moving. “Oh. I think she just came.”

“Is that what that was?” Yujin asked, “We’ve only been at this for like fifteen seconds.”

Eunha’s core twitched and her toes curled. She’d be much more flustered if she weren’t losing her mind to one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.

“She hasn’t even… started to sweat though? Oh…” Heejin said, pointing between Jiu’s legs, “Yeah, that’s cum.”

Jiu swung a leg up and back, leaving behind a couple drops of Eunha’s jizz before her leotard snapped back into place and caught the rest.

“Welp…” Yujin popped her lips a few times. “Adorable little cock means adorable little cock problems, I guess.”

“If she doesn’t, you know, have the stamina to keep going long enough to start sweating, don’t you think we should try something else?”

“No!” Yujin smacked Eunha’s tits, yanking her out of her orgasmic bliss. “It’s far too soon to give up! Surely those teeny tiny little balls have more to give!”

Eunha tried to cradle her stinging boobs, but Yujin slapped her hands away.

Jiu dabbed at her crotch with a tissue near one of the makeup stations. “You know, Yujin,” she said, “As our token ‘real’ lesbian, I would have expected that you would suggest we keep going with Eunha’s pussy.”

“Jiu, you beautiful bunny, you’re a genius!” Yujin’s smile beamed.

“I’m really kinda not though.”

Keeping her head pinned, Yujin grabbed Eunha by the thighs and lifted, folding the poor girl nearly in half. “Let’s send this pussy to Kingdom Cum!”

Eunha whined, still partially muffled by Yujin’s ass, ��Guyf, can’ we take a bweak?”

“Sorry,” Jiu said, “I don’t think we have time for a break. We need to be on stage in twenty minutes.”

“Also, a break would defeat the purpose!” Yujin chimed, “Hey Heejin, let’s try something. She’s not actually getting all that soft yet. Here, get between her legs.”

Pump heels clacked on the tile floor around Eunha as bodies (including her own, as she was involuntarily puppeted around) were rearranged. Yujin stayed in place, simply leaning to one side to make room for Heejin to be pulled down onto her hands and knees. Heejin briefly waved at Eunha now that they were sort of face to face, but then did her best to avoid eye contact, bunny ears wiggling as she tried to get into the position Yujin was directing her into.

Jiu pushed Eunha’s legs even further up to kneel behind them, putting her within tongue’s reach of all of Eunha’s most vulnerable bits. This left Yujin free to release Eunha’s thighs while still leaving them trapped in the air.

It was much like yoga, but without a choice. Eunha felt suffocated not only by Yujin’s butt, but also by the way she was being curled into a pretzel for the other bunny girls’ enjoyment (or maybe just Yujin’s). Her scrunched up torso—and the return of one of Yujin’s insistently groping, pushy hands—was really taking her breath away, physically speaking. Memories of being pinned to the closet floor by jeans-covered, thick thighs came rushing back, and her dick got rock hard again. Eunha was at least thankful that the others couldn’t read those thoughts.

“I’m ready whenever she’s hard again,” Heejin said with yet another blush.

“Of course she is, cutie!” Yujin shifted Heejin’s leotard to the side and guided Eunha’s dick into Heejin’s pussy. “If I had a dick, I don’t think I’d ever go soft looking at you, Heejie.”

If Eunha could have thrown her head back in pleasure, she would have. Heejin’s pussy was perhaps the tightest she had ever felt (not that she’d felt that many). “Mmmf!” she hummed up Yujin’s butt. A trickle of Yujin’s juices ran down her chin and neck.

“She’s starting to sweat too,” Jiu said before driving her tongue into Eunha’s asshole and pressing three fingers into Eunha’s pussy. She put in the most effort of anybody in the room, rocking Eunha’s lower body back and forth a bit, fucking her dick into Heejin.

“Good!” Yujin chirped, “She’s totally feeling it! Won’t be long before we’re swimming in her pussy ju—I mean her sweat!”

Everybody grimaced at Yujin’s weird, gay thirst, but she continued, “How about it? How’s that dick feel for you?”

After a moment, Heejin looked up and asked, “Uh… you mean me?”

“Yeah you, hot stuff!”

“I mean, I’m… ready whenever Eunha is.”

There was a long, very awkward pause.

Jiu coughed lightly. “She’s, um, already…”

There was a sudden panic in Heejin’s eyes. “Fuck! I thought you were fingering me!”

Another silence, then Heejin panicked harder. “Wait… no! I mean, fisting me! Eunha, I… I thought Jiu was fisting me! Because your cock is big…”

Eunha sighed heavily into Yujin’s ass crack. She could already sense Heejin’s words creeping into her subconscious to haunt her dreams for the rest of her life, constantly reminding her of her inadequate penis size and how it was basically one of her most defining features.

“S-sorry, Eunha… I really meant—”

Yujin patted Heejin’s head. “Hey, shush, cutie. Apologizing probably just makes it wors—I mean, she probably hears that from everyone all the tim—I mean, I’ve got a dildo you can borrow later if you need something of a reasonable siz—I mean, hey, let’s fuck that lovely cock, right? Here we go, that’s it. Beautiful.”

Hands on Heejin’s hips, Yujin pushed her back and forth (cautiously and over a very short distance).

Despite the developing medium-size traumatic stress disorder, Eunha couldn’t help but succumb to pleasure. It all just felt so good. The fingers, the tongues, the pussies and assholes. Everything squeezed her, groped her, penetrated her, humiliated h—no wait, not that one. It was so much sensation. Her toes curled of their own accord. So much… So much!

Jiu and Yujin teased their fingers over Eunha’s balls and clit respectively, clearly reminding the reader of the severe lack of anatomical realism going on up in this bitch, but that’s okay because it made Eunha—

“I think she just came again,” Jiu said, “Her balls and her holes just tensed up all at once. I think she even squirted a little bit. Pretty sure that’s not just pee?”

Eunha fought to hold back her tears. The sexual satisfaction, physical discomfort, and emotional shame were all mixing together in the most horrible way and she really didn’t want to like it as much as she was. Thanks to the angle she was being held in, her juices, both what squeezed out of her pussy and Heejin’s, dripped down her stomach and between her tits. Yujin immediately smeared it around like a gay pervert (because she’s a gay pervert).

“Oh fuck… please don’t let it be pee,” Heejin said in a tone denoting past personal experience in a church.

“It probably isn’t!” Yujin shouted, “ Keep going! If she’s squirting, it’s working!”

Eunha managed to push Yujin’s butt off her face with her feeble arms. “Oh my gosh… please… let me have—”

Before she could finish begging for a break, Yujin lifted Eunha’s head with her heels, shoving her much harder into the crevasse of her ass and blocking off her nose. Eunha weakly tried to pry Yujin’s legs away but failed, and groped around as one does when struggling and not knowing what to do with their hands. She knew she should have seen this coming, and hoped she’d get some air before she passed out. At least she had a surprisingly tasty ass to eat while her humiliation and exhaustion continued.

Yujin grabbed one of Eunha’s limply hanging legs and brought it down, where she popped a couple of toes into her mouth. Eunha didn’t have a foot fetish, but she did like it when Yerin sucked—and/or made SinB suck—her toes.

Heejin’s face was barely visible past Yujin’s ass. Eunha couldn’t help but think about how pretty she was, especially in the full bunny girl outfit. Eunha briefly wondered if she could get Heejin’s number, and then immediately pushed the thought out of her mind. The concept of facing Heejin (or Yujin or Jiu for that matter) any time in the future was mortifying.

Jiu was exceptionally good at everything she was doing. If anything was making Eunha sweat, besides the forced yoga, it was the skill Jiu was exhibiting. Eunha’s pussy and ass were absolutely on fire, and actually in a good way. Specifically in the approaching orgasm way.

“Oookay, she just came again,” Jiu groaned.

A general sense of deflation and disappointment in the room made it quite clear that Eunha was the only one enjoying these very quick orgasms. Yujin let go of her head and tits, Jiu sighed a heavy breath against her backside, and Heejin rolled away, letting Eunha's spasming cock hit Yujin with the last spurt of cum.

"What?" Yujin asked, scooping the jizz out of her belly button, "What's wrong with that? We can still keep fucking her."

Heejin was clearly trying to hold back a scowl. "I know. It's just… kinda weird, I guess."

Yujin backed off, finally letting Eunha get a full breath of fresh air until she shoved her cum-covered fingers into Eunha's mouth. "Heejin, I totally agree. It's weird and gross that she can't even hold it in for one whole minute, but the point is to make her work up a sweat so we can all perform together, and that's working! Right?!"

Eunha gave an exhausted groan and limply slapped at Yujin’s arm. It’s not like she hadn't eaten plenty of her own cum before, but there was something uniquely demeaning about it being casually forced into her mouth while her poor sexual performance was discussed above her.

"Maybe it's just worth trying Heejin's other idea?" Jiu let Eunha's bottom half down to the floor again. "Cut the outfit a bit?"

"Hang on! We've got plenty of time for this method, right?" Yujin pointed at the clock on the wall. They still had eighteen minutes left.

Eunha rolled over into the fetal position.

“Well, yeah. But I’m seriously not sure this is working, and I think we should be pretty concerned that Loona’s managers insist on making them do anything like this. Really, Heejin, do you need me to talk to them?”

“Woah woah woah, little miss white-knight-with-sexy-legs-in-a-bunny-costume,” Yujin butted in, “There’s plenty of time to punch Loona’s draconian managers in their stupid faces later, so hear me out. Eunha is clearly not doing so great on the penis side of things. I know it’s hard to tell because she’s already so small, but her little cock is getting soft as we speak. However! This is about physical exertion, not pleasure, even if that gorgeous mouth of hers is really fucking good at the pleasure thing… So let’s just do something that doesn’t require waiting for her refractory periods!”

Jiu scratched her head. “Her refractory periods have only been like ten seconds a piece.”

“And that’s ten! Seconds! Wasted!” Yujin clapped to punctuate her words, “every time she cums prematurely! That’s cutting into our productivity! But I have good news. I brought something with me that can help us out. Check my bag.”

Doing as Yujin asked, Jiu procured a clear-jeweled butt plug. She looked at the gem carefully. “Why the hell is there a picture of my face inside a butt plug?”

“Forget about that! I was talking about the other stuff in my bag!”

“Oh. Holy crap, this is enormous.” Jiu procured another item, much larger than the butt plug. It was a dildo, already attached to a strap on, and nearly the size of her forearm. “You want to fuck Eunha with this? It’s bigger than she is.”

Yujin beamed a proud smile across the room. “Hehe, yeah. It is big, huh? It’s molded off of Karina. Got it from Giselle. And yes. Eunha may be small but according to Jihyo that ass of hers can take a truly absurd portion of dick.”

Heejin grimaced for church-related reasons. “What is it with tiny girls being size queens…”

More flashbacks played across Eunha’s memory. She hoped she would get fresh baked cookies when everything was over again. Of course, she’d given up protesting. She could get up, get dressed (in normal clothes that still fit her), and walk away, but then the story wouldn’t happen and she really did want the sex to continue, whether or not she ended up such a leg-shaky, gaping, dripping, braindead mess that she wouldn’t actually be able to go out on stage. In fact, if that were the case, she could probably use that as an excuse to drop out of the performance.

Eunha didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, considering she knew they were just going to end up wrecking her ass (and perhaps more than her ass) shortly. Instead, she indulged herself a little, stroking her cock with her middle and ring fingers. It may have been getting soft, but damn if it didn’t feel great after three consecutive creampies. She wondered what it would feel like if someone else were to cum while riding her. If she could keep herself from cumming for like thirty or forty more second—

Then, Eunha was rolled onto her stomach. She reflexively tried to say “wait,” but it turned into a long squeal as her ass was rudely and far too quickly filled with what must have been half the entire planet’s supply of silicone. Reports of the size of Karina’s dick were not exaggerated.

“Wooow!” Yujin sang, “Now that was easy! Check it out, Jiu! She took the whole thing in one go!”

Attempting to catch her breath turned out not to be an option for Eunha, and Yujin’s sudden, emphatic fucking made the situation so much worse. The bottom pounding made it feel like Eunha’s lungs were being pounded from the bottom. She didn’t have the time to question that poorly worded circular logic though, as her head was lifted and another dildo (of significantly smaller size) was pushed into her gasping mouth.

The second dildo was attached to a second strap on, which was in turn attached to Jiu’s hips. Eunha looked up into her eyes, giving her a pleading, sort of “why me?” kind of expression. Jiu shrugged and proceeded to fuck Eunha’s throat.

“Look at us,” Yujin marveled out loud, “Just you an me, Jiu, spitroasting a little shawty between us like a couple of professionals.”

Jiu squinted, “What?”

“You know what I’m saying? Just us, some hotties with killer bods, going all the way downtown to Paris to meet at the top like the Eiffel Tower.”

“I’m not going to kiss you right now, Yujin.”

All the while, Eunha being shoved back and forth between them, scrubbing the floor with her tits, catching breaths of air in the short moments she could get them around the tip of Jiu’s strap on. The struggle for mere survival did not diminish the pleasure though. Yujin’s creepcore comments diminished it a little, but Eunha could block those out. She surrendered herself to the rough treatment, merely moaning in ecstatic agony as everything inside her rearranged itself around the preposterously large fake cock pistoning in and out of her asshole, totally out of sync with the rhythm of Jiu’s facefucking.

“Aw, well, I guess that means we’ll kiss later, right?”

“Yeah,” Jiu sighed, “Maybe.”

Yujin paused her fucking briefly. “Woah, holy shit, really?”

“We can talk about it later, when we’re not busy.”

“Oh, y-yeah, tot-tally,” Yujin stumbled over her words and went back to slamming Eunha’s ass. She cleared her throat. “Hey Heejin, you gonna help us out? What are you doing over there?”

Eunha did her best to look to the side, Jiu’s dildo puffing out her cheek. She saw Heejin putting down a pair of scissors and walking behind Eunha once again.

“Huh? Nothing… What should I do? We’re out of dildos.”

Though Eunha was happy to hear she’d live to see another day, she was slightly disappointed to hear that.

“Well,” Yujin mused, “I think it’s not helping much for Eunha to just lie here on the floor. Here, get behind me and help me lift.”

“Always with the small girl lifting…” Heejin muttered more about her mysterious, sacrilegious past.

Moments later, Eunha found herself hanging in the air. Two pairs of hands held up her thighs, one pair of hands held up her shoulders, and the fake dicks in her ass and mouth kept her locked in place. The irony about how Eunha was the one who was supposed to be exercising in that moment was very much lost on her, as her mind was being consumed by ecstasy. She did register that for every thrust into her butt, though, there were two evenly spaced smacking sounds.

“Gosh, Heejin,” Yujin giggled, “I wish we did have another dildo. You could be totally wrecking my puss right now if you wanted. And damn, look at these arms. I’d ask if you work out, but I think it’s pretty obvious.”

Jiu hissed, “Yujin! We are locked in on this plan right now, and we only have fourteen minutes left! Save the flirting for later!”

Nobody paid attention to Eunha as she rammed head/asslong into yet another orgasm.

In fact, Eunha came several more times. She was not in the right state of mind to keep track of the actual number, but as the other three bunny girls got a major work out by maneuvering her around into several different air-suspended positions, Eunha sprayed an unreasonable quantity of cum onto the floor, Yujin, and herself.

Her body spasmed nearly constantly, melding orgasms and aftershocks into one seemingly endless climax, like a modern big budget movie. Her balls couldn’t keep up and her cock couldn’t stay up, eventually flopping limp with occasional small drops finding their way out. Her pussy drooled, creating a froth that clung to the dildo still splitting her in two. Her whole body, head to toe, was slick with sweat. Miraculously, however, her bunny ear headband stayed on the entire time, albeit slightly askew.

“Phew!” Yujin puffed, “Okay, should we try getting her in the costume now?”

Eunha glanced up at the clock through hazy eyes. Two minutes until they were expected to be on stage. The others released her onto a chair, emptying Eunha's mouth and ass, simultaneously giving her relief and causing great disappointment. She couldn't tell whether her ass was gaped wide open or if it managed to close back up. It was almost entirely numb.

While Heejin got the costume, Yujin grabbed Eunha’s balls, rolling them painfully between her fingers. “Well, they're not shriveled up per se, but she's totally not getting hard again any time soon.”

Eunha squirmed, coughed, and groaned. “Staaahp!” she whined weakly.

Jiu looked down suspiciously. “I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea from the beginning,” she said with a rub of her chin.

“Why's that?” Yujin asked, helping Heejin lift Eunha's legs to slide the leotard on.

“Just look at her, Yujin. She's in no condition to dance—oh damn, she fits.”

Somehow, there was no difficulty whatsoever in putting Eunha's leotard on. It was absolutely still tight once it was all the way on (as expected, the bottom was stretched to the point of looking like floss between her ass cheeks, it all but flattened her dick and balls, and her tits still threatened to pop out of the top), but she was in it!

Heejin clasped the bow tie choker around Eunha's neck and dropped the pump heels under her feet. “Yeah, it fits… We should hurry out there.”

Eunha moaned as loudly as she could, obviously quite hoarse from the throat fucking, and did not stand up. She wanted to pass out, not perform.

Lifting her limp arm and letting it fall back down, Jiu hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah, nope. Definitely a bad idea. She can't even mov—”

“Come on, girl!” Yujin shouted, “You're an idol! You've performed in way worse conditions!” She smacked the tops of Eunha's thighs, hard.

The sting brought Eunha back, mostly, to her senses, sending her up straight in her seat. “Ooow!”

Jiu and Heejin both glared at Yujin, but she grabbed Eunha by the arms and yanked her off the chair. The two nearly collapsed back to the floor, but Eunha caught herself and managed to stay standing on very wobbly legs.

“How do I,” Eunha took a shaky breath, “How do I look?”

The others hmm'ed and haw'ed for a moment.

“You look very cute. Extra bunnyish,” said Jiu.

“You look so fucking sexy,” said Yujin.

“You look… like you lost a fight,” said Heejin.

Eunha turned to face one of the mirrors and gasped (which turned into a cough). Her makeup was ruined, yellow lipstick smeared across her left cheek and eyeshadow streaked down. There was nothing left of her stylist's effort on her hair. None of it was going to be able to get fixed in the minute and a half that remained.

She groaned, “Oh no… Do I have to go out there?”

***

Miraculously, the performance went quite well!

CLC’s “To the sky”, Gfriend’s “Smile”, Loona’s “Ding Ding Dong”, and Dreamcatcher’s “Over the Sky” flowed somehow seamlessly back and forth for five minutes, including a dance break that mostly consisted of the four bunny girls jumping around the stage and playing with the crowd.

Despite Eunha’s disheveled (to say the absolute least) appearance, the audience consisting entirely of fellow Kpop idols cheered and bounced along to the cheerful, vaguely spring equinox-themed medley.

“Come closer quickly! Ding ding ding! The bell is ringing!”

“Step on the pedal and run to the sky! Even when you run out of breath!”

“Though my heart can’t catch you right now, and it’s shaking!”

“Don’t spare me! Look at me! I can feel all your love!”

In the end, when Eunha, Yujin, Jiu, and Heejin hopped into an ending fairy formation, Eunha felt a rush of relief. She made it! She survived and didn’t even screw up the dance! Sweat poured off of her like a fountain, and her leotard started to feel a little loose, but she was glad to be done! Already, thoughts of her soft bed, softer blankets, and a week’s worth of naps filled her mind.

“Give it up for the Spring Bunnies! What a show!” You shouted into the mic. How lovely of The Lounge to invite you to MC their seasonal events.

As Eunha huffed and puffed, both hands in the air flashing V’s, she gave one particularly heavy sigh. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze across her stomach… and the subtle scrape of her leotard falling down her legs. The crowd went silent as she froze in place, smile turning very slowly into a cringe.

Jiu and Yujin looked down at the pieces of the leotard, no longer held together by strips of electrical tape, and then looked at Heejin.

Heejin put up her hands, looking guilty. “I… guess the tape got wet,” she whispered.

Somewhere in the middle of the audience, Yerin screamed at the top of her lungs, “WOO HOO! YEAH! THAT’S MY TINY DICK BUNNY GIRL! GO EUNHA!”

The crowd hesitantly started clapping again. Eunha tried not to think about it, just in case it might get her hard again before she could run backstage and hide forever.

#dreamcatcher #gfriend #viviz #loona #artms #clc #kep1er

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k-germsworld · 6 months

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That tied up eunha ask is a good smut idea tho.. can you try to make it i to a full noncon smut, please

Unexpected Gift

Eunha x M! Reader

Quickie, Requested

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"What a tiring day," I said as I opened the door. When I put the key in the lock, I found that the door had already been opened. I was afraid of a thief in my house, so I walked into the house slowly. I looked around my living room. It was still so tidy and it didn’t look like someone had broken into it. I carefully observed every corner of my house and found nothing strange. The strangest thing was only my door was left ajar because I remembered that I closed my room before going out.

I quietly approached my ajar door and looked in through the crack. I can see a pair of feet on my bed through the crack. I was very curious and scared at the same time who would show up at my house and lie on my bed at this time. Finally, I mustered up the courage to open my door. Stepping into the room, I saw a hot girl lying unconscious on my bed with her hands tied behind her back.

“Damn it, why would a girl with such a hot body be kidnapped to my house?” I said in my heart. I approached the unconscious girl and wanted to know how she got here. I stood beside the bed and was attracted by her hot figure. When I slowly looked from her body to her face, I only realized that she was Eunha from Viviz. After I saw her hot body, I instantly had a lot of obscene thoughts and wanted to try them on Eunha one by one although I knew she was an innocent idol. She has an innocent, cute, and beautiful face, but she has a hot and sexy pear-shaped figure. This is enough to make my pants form a bulge just by looking at her. My eyes kept wandering over her face and her figure. I suddenly saw a note next to her.

The note says: "Bro, this is a gift I prepared for you. You can enjoy her any way you want." Suddenly, Eunha let out some noise. She's awake. She was shocked to be in a strange room instead of her dormitory. I quickly comforted her and told her not to be afraid. However, she was still scared and started shouting, hoping I would let her go. Her shouts and frightened look turned me on for some reason. Thinking of that note, I took off my pants regardless of anything and exposed my already erect cock.

"Eunha, I fap to your fancam every time. Finally, I don’t have to fap today." I stroked my cock and said to her. She didn't understand what I meant. "Stay away from me, you fucking pervert !" She shouted it to me and kept backing away in fear. I don't care what she says, I just grab her feet and pull her towards me. I took off her panties and inserted my cock into her pussy. Her pussy was so dry and tight because I didn't do any foreplay. When I put it in, I couldn't get it all the way in. I can only slowly try to push it to the deep inside. "No.... please no... It is so pain." Eunha begged me not to continue. "Are you still a virgin? Your pussy is so fucking tight." Her pussy was so tightly wrapped around my cock that I couldn't easily push it all the way inside. After many attempts, I finally pushed my cock to the deepest point.

"Ah no...... Please let me go... I am still a virgin." Eunha kept begging me not to fuck her.

"No Eunha, you cant go. My favorite thing is to fuck a virgin. I will make a virgin like you become my sex doll from now on." I grabbed her waist and thrust into her slowly, and her pussy began to get wet under my several slow thrusts. Feeling that her vagina was already wet, I also increased my speed. She couldn't resist as her hands were tied behind her back. All she could do was moan. Hearing her moans made me even more aroused, and my hands changed from grabbing her waist to playing with her breasts. Her breasts are really unexpectedly big and soft. My hands keep groping her big breast.

"Ah,,,, stop... I feel like something gonna come out from my vagina." Eunha felt as if she had hit her climax. I kept thrusting her pussy until she squirted. As soon as I felt her coming, I took my cock out. Her squirt erupted like she was peeing. My bed was soaked with her juices and she even squirted onto my legs. Her first squirt left her very tired and her body was twitching hard. I lay between her legs and licked her just squirted pussy. I licked her juices clean, and her taste was as bitter and sweet as wine.

After finished licking her pussy, I thrust back my dick into her soaked pussy. Her soaked pussy feels better than before. Her fluids coat my cock, they are the lubricant that allows me to freely thrust into Eunha's pussy. Because I didn't have to worry about not being able to penetrate deep, I tore her clothes open and exposed her big breasts in front of me. I haven't started teasing her nipples yet, but they are already completely hard. I lay on top of her, enjoying her soft breasts and licking her hard nipples.

"Ah..... no! Stop please, I am so sensitive right now." Eunha said and her body kept moving as if she was very tickled by my teasing. My upper body was enjoying her breasts, while my lower body was continuing to penetrate her pussy.

"Eunha, you are so good. I am cumming soon. I want you to bear my baby." I said it and kept increasing my speed to burst out my load quickly. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to get pregnant by a rapist. She still couldn't resist, even though she was extremely reluctant, she could only cry silently. I didn't see her tears because my mind was just thinking about cumming her. I hold her waist and fucking her faster. Her breasts swayed very much along with my speed. Those shaking breasts became the key to my ejaculation. I cum all my hot semen into Eunha's pussy.

"It's so damn good!" I pulled my cock out and watched my cum flow out of Eunha's pussy. "Are you enough? If so, let me go." Eunha said with a cry. "It's not enough for sure. One creampie is not enough for you to bear my child." I said greedily then started the second thrusting. That night, I creampied Eunha four times. Her pussy was now like a cream bun and was leaking lots of my hot cum.

Since that time, I have rushed home after work every day. Just so I could play with my sex doll. After I creampied her four times, I didn't let her go but continued to tie her up in my house. I was very happy to fuck her every time, but at the same time, she was very reluctant to let me fuck her. Even so, I will be even more aroused by her resistance I used her different parts every day, but eventually, I would cum in her. She has been trained by me and she has gone from resisting to being numb now. It was like she had turned into a doll, letting me play with and fuck her. I am very grateful to my friend for allowing me such a wonderful gift.

#gfriend smut #gfriend eunha smut #viviz smut #viviz eunha smut #eunha smut #jung eunbi smut

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Masterlist

Series List Two Parters Kinktober 2023

ONESHOTS

AESPA

Recording Session (KARINA AND YUNJIN OF LESSERAFIM)

Internship (WINTER)

Afterparty (Giselle)

The First One Is On The House (NINGNING)

AOA

Take Advantage (SEOLHYUN)

BLACKPINK

Succubus Sauna (JENNIE)

Getaway Trip (JENNIE)

Proof (LISA)

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

The Donor (SOWON)

Eunha Love Love Loves You (EUNHA)

Date Night (EUNHA)

Writing Aid (EUNHA Ft. CHAEWON of Le Sserafim)

Trainer’s Delight (UMJI)

The Goddess' Challenge (UMJI)

Leader's Punishment (SOWON AND SINB)

Reward Service (YERIN)

Consummating the Marriage (EUNHA)

After Work (SINB)

Easy Way Out (EUNHA) GP reader

Relaxation (SOWON)

Merry Christmas (EUNHA)

(G) Idle

Birthday Gift (MINNIE)

ITZY

Squeaky Clean (CHAERYEONG)

Heavenly Time (CHAERYEONG)

Boyfriend Thief (CHAERYEONG)

A Bad Student's Lesson (YUNA)

Lock Up (RYUJIN)

Plaything (YUNA x GP ITZY)

See-through (CHAERYEONG)

IVE

Sour and Sweet (GAEUL and YUJIN)

Confessing (WONYOUNG)

Izone

The Gift of Cucking (MINJU)

KEP1ER

Management Skills (XIAOTING and CHAEHYUN)

KISS OF LIFE

After Shoot Pleasure (NATTY)

Full Body Relaxation (Julie X G!P Members & Mreader)

Releasing Tension (JULIE)

Le Sserafim

A Different Kind of Workout (SAKURA)

LOONA

Sidestreets (JINSOUL)

MAMAMOO

The Assistant (SOLAR)

New Jeans

It Started As A Rental (Hanni)

RED VELVET

Drained (SEULGI ft JIHEON and SOYEON)

ROCKET PUNCH

Unending Praise (YUNKYOUNG)

STAYC

Personality Switch (ISA)

Competition (SEEUN AND HAYOUNG OF FROMIS9)

TWICE

By Your Side (NAYEON)

Just Desserts (SANA)

Descent (JIHYO)

Family Issues (JIHYO)

First of Many (TZUYU)

Unexpected Guest (MOMO and JIHYO)

Competitive Streak (JEONGYEON)

Nearly Caught (MINA and TZUYU)

Alternative Payment (G!P) (DAHYUN, MOMO, MINA)

Temptations (JEONGYEON)

Interim (JIHYO)

Special Massage (JIHYO)

Daddy's Girl (JIHYO)

Invitation (DAHYUN)

Drunk Night (JIHYO)

Power Trip (MOMO)

Her Frustration F Reader (SANA)

Sugar Babies (NAYEON, MOMO)

Poolside Fun (G!P MINA, CHAEYOUNG)

Overdue (JIHYO)

Mail Order Maid (MOMO)

Night and Day (SANAF reader)

Presents (NAYEON)

Happy Endings (NAYEON)

Ruining The Tiger (CHAEYOUNG)

Learning From The Best (JIHYO AND YUNJIN)

Homemaker (MINA)

Live to Serve (MOMO JIHYO GP)

Weeekly

Hard Interruption to a Game (MONDAY)

Hyuna

Just A little Crazy

SNSD

A Bet (TIFFANY)

ELRIS/ALICE

Workout Partner (SOHEE)

Breeding Bull (SOHEE)

Multiple Idols

Sexual Education (CHAERYEONG, CHAEYOUNG, EUNHA, MONDAY)

Dream Day (CHAERYEONG, YUNA, EUNBI, JIHYO, SWAN, DAYEON, EUNHA)

Banding Together (HYUN-JUNG ROLLING QUARTZ, MAGENTA QWER)

Fluff

New Year's Eve (CHUU)

Other Lists

MIna-Saiyat Story

TIAM Interactive Story

TIAM Interactive Story 2

TIAM Interactive Story 3

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oursvenus · 6 months

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Oioi miyo,vc poderia fazer umas locks da eunha ( viviz - gfriend ) pra mim??

𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾’𝗌 ꕤ 𝓯𝐨𝐥𝐤𝓵𝐨𝐫𝐞

☆ eunha ( viviz - gfriend ) lockscreens !

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siren-kpop · 6 months

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ㅤㅤ. . . umji (viviz) lockscreens ✿

psd by @kpop-locks

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anastcie · 1 year

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eunha from viviz locks please💕

୨୧ 𝅄 eunha lockscreen's

please don't repost 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 or 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴

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praeluxius · 2 years

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Stories - ViviZ/Gfriend Eunha

Male Reader x ViviZ Eunha fluff (with a sprinkle of angst)

Masterlist

Word Count: approx. 3,350

You rise from the ground like a man reborn into a world of fantasy. Though your feet don’t move, your body does. The escalator lifts you up and spits you out into lands unknown—into Lotte World.

Colourful castles. Houses with painted roofs. Bright lights illuminate carousels and stalls. Steel tracks meander through the buildings carrying laughing adolescence. Screams. Cheers. Laughter. All manner of exclamations of joy fill the air.

The roof is so high that you can’t even muster a guess at how many people it takes to change a lightbulb. The glass dome above allows the musky afternoon sunlight to fall into the open area. Distant rooftops outline the immense building. Fake hot air balloons drift along the roof, carrying omniscient observers.

You rest on the railing to soak in your environment. Mesmeric are the skaters below as they weave in and out of each other—an impromptu choreography of flowing movements. Some sweep, some glide, some cut sharply between others. The bird's eye view makes the chaos below seem so organised.

Close-knit families are dragged along by their children’s giddy excitement, whether for a celebration or an escape from mundane life. Clusters of friends share joyful experiences together and bond over their mutual amusement. Young love blossoms between couples who enjoy each other's company and walk hand in hand—in a search for the next photo opportunity or couple activity.

The ensemble continues around you; sounds of life provide that lulling background sound like the shushing sound of rain that reassures you on a night that sometimes, it’s okay to do nothing. The song of life continues around you, and you consider what your own verse should be.

As if to save you, like you just fired a flare from a sinking ship. From the crowd, a bright face approaches you. Her smile shines at you like a lighthouse beam piercing the fog—the two glinting gems in her face lock to your own.

“Tiger or mouse?”

“Um, are you talking to me?” Your response makes the girl puff out her cheeks and pout her plump heart-shaped lips before letting out a long sigh.

“Well, yeah. Who else am I talking to? So pick one, tiger or mouse?”

“I don’t understa—”

“I’m trying to decide which headband to buy, tiger or mouse?”

“Oh, um, tiger, I guess.”

And with your answer finally extracted, the girl with the bobbed hair disappears almost as quickly as she appeared. The small skips in her step cause the frilled trim of her short skirt to bounce playfully in the air. As she gets further away, the crowds close in front of her like curtains at a stage play, and she is lost again in the eager mass.

The desire to capture a fleeting experience is challenging to explain. The abrupt beginning and end of your interaction gave you no chance to savour it—no chance to savour her enchanting beauty. Still, that brief exchange is one you wish you could relive.

You take but a single step away to continue your uncertain journey before a now familiar voice calls out behind you.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

You turn to find the girl with her face cupped in the palms of her hands and her head tilted slightly as she poses for you. “What do you think?” she asks.

“What happened to ‘tiger or mouse’?”

“Well, I was looking at the tiger, and then I saw the bow, and I wanted it. It’s cute, right?” She learns her head forward to present the bow to you. She shakes her head lightly. Her silken black hair joins the dance atop her head. The black velvet gushes through the air and flops side to side. A flurry of soft textures flows like the tides.

“It suits you.”

“Thank you.” The girl grins widely, and her cheeks resonate a faint pink hue.

“Well, enjoy the rest of your day,” you say as you slightly bow your head.

“Let’s enjoy it together. Come on.” She takes your hand in hers; her hand cups yours in a tight clasp. She skips away frivolously with you in tow. You stumble a little to keep up with the excited young woman whose soft hands demand you to follow.

You call out with only your name, and she stops in her tracks. “Huh?”

“That’s my name. You never asked for it.”

“Oh yeah, silly me. I’m Eunha. Now stop standing there wasting time. I want to ride in one of those.” Eunha points up to the sky. You trace her finger to where the hot air balloons you spied earlier drift along the roof.

You plant your feet as she tries to pull you away again. The velvet texture of her skin slides along your fingers until your hand is free from her hold.

“What’s wrong?” She asks through pouted lips.

“You don’t even know who I am, and you’re pulling me away to some ride. Didn’t anyone teach you about stranger danger?”

“So you mean you don’t recognise me?”

It hits you hard, like a train, how oblivious you have been. “Those company meetings. I saw you there, right?”

“Seriously? How long have you been at the company now?”

“Um, almost a month?”

“And you don’t know the company’s biggest star?” She points to herself, twirls, and poses. A waterfall of memories comes back to you. Suddenly, you can see the meeting rooms clearly now without being buried in your work. Now you see this beautiful girl silently sitting and listening. Always smiling, she radiates happiness into the room.

“Oh, um, well, I am new, and I only work in my department, and I don’t know many people. And I’m bad with faces-” you spew a series of half-hearted excuses.

“And your face is bright red. And you’re blabbering like a fool. Anything else?”

“Um, sorry, I guess?”

She giggles at your flustered state. “Your boss told me you were coming here alone. Why did you come alone?” she asks as she takes your hand in hers again, leading you up to the park’s highest point.

Walking by her side with your helpless hand cupped inside Eunha’s, you continue your conversation, “I got the free ticket, but I didn’t have anyone to come with, so I decided to come alone.”

“So, you don’t have any friends?” she jests at your expense.

“I have friends, but I’m new into town and—”

“You don’t have to keep explaining yourself.” Eunha laughs to herself at your awkward defence. “Besides, you have me now. Come on, just a little further.” She picks up her pace again, towing you along to your destination. You weave between groups of people guided by your new friend as she nimbly picks a path through the crowd.

Along your way, Eunha stops several times every time she spots a new cute item for sale, a snack to eat or a game to try. She is surprisingly good at the one where you throw darts at cards—a game you quickly ask to move on from after she outscores you twice. Eunha leads you from ride to ride and you are more than willing to spend time with her.

What should have been a few minutes of walking, became hours of time. With enough minor distractions finished, she guides you to the stairs to the top indoor floor.

Thankfully, the queues are minimal. As quickly as you arrive, you are guided to an empty balloon. The attendant greets you and directs you. “Good afternoon, sir. You and your girlfriend can take this balloon right here. Enjoy the ride.” He eye-smiles a little as he speaks. You can’t see his mouth because of his mask, but you are sure he is grinning widely at you.

“Oh, we aren’t—” Eunha tugs on your hand before you can finish correcting the attendant. You nestle yourself into the small basket alongside Eunha.

“Please keep your hands inside the ride at all times.” The attendant says as he locks the door.

The contraption whirrs above your head, and the mechanism pulls your ride into motion. The transition from the commotion down below to the intimate tranquillity is jarring. No longer are you fighting through crowds; it’s just you and Eunha.

“This is nice,” you say solemnly.

“I know, right! I feel like a god. Look at all those ants down there.” Eunha replies as energetically as ever. “I feel like I could just pick them up and move them around.” Eunha raises her hand in front of her face with her thumb and forefinger pointing downwards. She makes a pinching motion, swings her arms around and releases the imaginary person.

A wide grin covers her lower face. Her pearly white teeth separate her pastel pink lips. Her eyes squint, and her nose scrunches as she giggles at herself. She found her own game amusing as she continues playing puppet master of those below.

“You know the attendant said, arms inside at all times, right?” You place your hand on her upper arm and pull it down. Your hand slides down her satin skin under you find your hand interlocked with hers. For the first time today, you’re holding her hand as much as she is holding yours.

“The guy in the red shirt by the carousel. What do you think he’s doing?” Eunha asks.

You squint a little to make out the man she spoke of. He’s a young adult with a slim build and fair hair. He stands with his arms crossed and leans against the carousel’s railing. “Um, he’s just standing there.”

“Duh!” Eunha flicks you on the temple. “I mean, what do you think he’s doing? Get creative.”

You think intensely for a moment. He’s alone, but he isn’t going anywhere, so he must be waiting for something. He’s a young man in his early twenties, so he’s likely not married, but he could have a girlfriend. “Okay, I’ve got it,” you say confidently. “He’s waiting for his girlfriend to finish a ride that he didn’t want to go on.”

“Boooooring!” Eunha teases. “I think he’s an international assassin, and he’s waiting for a public illegal business deal between worldwide corporations. His target has been moving on a rival’s business, so he has to take them out.”

As Eunha finishes her sentence, a young girl steps through the crowd and into the red-shirted man’s open arms. They embrace, exchange a few words and walk away hand-in-hand.

“I don’t know, Eunha. That looks like I got it right.” You face her again. Her face now adorns a scowl.

“Okay, but mine would have been much more fun.”

“Do you do this often? Imagine elaborate stories for people? What about me? Who am I?”

“That’s easy,” Eunha scoffs. “You’re fresh out of university. You scored moderately well. You used to live with your parents until you landed a fancy junior role at my entertainment company, and you’re single. How was that?”

“Surprisingly accurate, but not very fun.”

“That’s because it’s all pretty obvious and I’m not making some crazy story for you. I’d like to know the real you, not some fantasy story.” Eunha blushes slightly as she realises her admission of interest in you. She attempts to brush it off by changing the subject. “Do you know why I enjoy thinking of stories for people?”

“Because you think their normal life is boring?”

“Hmmm, not really.” Eunha ponders for a moment. “I think everyone’s life is exciting. To us, everyone down there is just an extra, but in their own lives, they’re the main character. Everyone has their own motivations, experiences, emotions, fears, likes and dislikes. I like to think about how different other lives can be. Isn’t that beautiful?”

“It is.” You focus only on her. Her porcelain skin glows as it reflects the fading sunlight from above. Her double-lidded eyes are open wide as she gazes down at the people below. There is a light glaze of excitement in her eyes like a child in a candy shop, and the corners of her mouth upturn slightly.

“So, what do you think about me?” Eunha asks while she turns to face you. Her eyes lock with yours. So many words can be exchanged in a glance without a single one being spoken. The eyes are the windows into the soul, the door to a room containing someone’s actual being, and you’re on the outside, looking in. All of her emotions bubble to the surface in those moments, and you see Eunha in her most raw form.

“You’re empathetic. I see how much you care for others. You grew up with a loving family who taught you to be trustworthy and caring.” Eunha’s right eye twitches slightly as if she just opened another door inside the house and exposed another part of herself. “But your childhood wasn’t easy. It made you emotionally strong, and that’s why you’re so good at helping others. You love to entertain people, to see them smile. That’s why you’re sharing this game with me, and it’s why you chose to become an entertainer.”

There’s a feeling deep down within you that you didn’t want to share with her. In her deep black bottomless eyes, you can see that a part of her is missing. She is happy, but she longs for something more.

“You’re good,” she says while still holding eye contact. She moves just half a step closer. Close enough for her heated breath to touch your lips. Close enough for the orange blossom scent with undertones of amber, which you had picked up faint traces of before, to fill your nose. Close enough for the magnetic pull of her cherry lips to demand you to kiss them. “But I think you missed something important.”

“You’re right. I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are. How completely intoxicating you are.” The light pink of Eunha’s cheeks transitions to a deep red. Her ears are inflamed, and her eyes fight against the desire to look down out of embarrassment.

“Thank you for being so kind to me. Thank you for spending today with me.” Eunha’s smile widens. “It’s been so long since I was able to enjoy my time with someone like this. Too long.”

“It was my pleasure, Eunha.” You slowly raise your left arm until it brushes lightly against her hip. Eunha’s hips hold the weight of your arm as you relax your digits against her body. The hand that held hers trails back up her arm’s delicate skin until it finds a resting place on her shoulder. She reciprocates your hold with a soft hold around your lower back. An almost supernatural push to the back of your head forces your lips tantalisingly close to hers. The tension between you is so thick you can see it.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” Eunha says before looking solemnly at her feet. Her forehead finds itself snugly pressed against your chest. The slow moving balloon jolts as it comes to a stop. You both stumble and reach out for a railing to stop yourselves from falling. Gone is her sensitive touch. Gone is the feeling that you held the entire world in your arms. “If we kiss, then all of this becomes real.”

“This is real, Eunha. It might feel like a dream, but trust me, this is real.” You pinch your own arm. “See, I didn’t wake up.”

The next balloon along is being offloaded and restocked with the next waiting couple. The attendant will open the door to your basket in just a few moments.

“It’s not that,” Eunha replies. She opens her mouth to continue speaking, but nothing comes out. Bewilderment fills her face as she doesn’t know how to continue.

The attendant unlocks the door and swings it open to present you back onto solid ground. “I hope you enjoyed the view. If you don’t mind, I recommend following this path. There’s a secluded overlook that’s great for couple photos.” This time you know better than to try to correct him. You instead offer him your thanks and follow Eunha off the balloon. She doesn’t stop to wait. She follows the path, instead, toward the secluded spot.

“Hey, Eunha!” You call as you catch up to her. Her face is representative of her sombre mood.

“I’m sorry this isn’t everything you wanted, but there’s something you missed about me earlier. The truth is, I’m a pretty lonely person.” The real truth is, you could see that all along. Deep down inside, you knew she was lonely; you saw it in her eyes. “I work long hours, and I work unusual hours. I could be practising or filming at 5 am and sleep through the day. I’m constantly travelling from one place to the next, meeting new people and always doing something. I love it. I wouldn’t change it for the world. But sometimes, I realise it makes me impossible to date.”

You can’t find the right words to make all of this go away. A tear forms in the corner of Eunha’s left eye, which she catches before it can fall. Einstein famously said that time is an illusion. Seconds often pass by in just that, a second. But for you, each second seems to last a whole minute as you scramble to find the right words.

Eunha breaks the silence. “Hey, I have an idea; how about one more game? I need you to close your eyes and count to ten.”

“Eunha, I—”

“Trust me.” She reaches for and squeezes your hand for a second before letting it fall back to your side. You close your eyes tight so that the darkness swallows you.

“One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

Ten.”

You open your eyes. The light floods in and fills your most dominant sense with stimuli again. Everything is the same around you, the small path you walked down, the fancy rooftops, the lights above you. You look all around you, one complete rotation, scanning your surroundings. You’re alone.

Before you know it, you’re bolting. You rush through the crowd. Shoulders hit shoulders. You trip. You stumble. You get in a lot of people’s way. Most importantly, however, you move quickly. Your feet pound on the floor as you dash towards the exit. You reach the stairs down to the main entrance. Two at a time—you almost leap down them.

You burst out from the crowd at the main entrance into the slowly cooling evening. The sky has darkened significantly because of a series of dark clouds, and there is a chill in the air. The heavens have begun to open, and rain falls lightly from the clouds above. None of that matters now. You continue towards the street.

You look left, then right. There she is. Just a few steps away, Eunha stands by the road, with her arms folded and head hung low.

“Eunha!” She reluctantly turns to face you. Her face is covered in a concoction of rainwater and tears. The light rain had begun to sodden her hair, and along with it, the pretty black bow that sits upon her head. “I don’t care about your awful hours. How busy you are. All the travelling. I don’t care. Every hour you aren’t with me will only make the ones where you are with me more special.” You close the distance to her to just one step. “I’m not saying things will be perfect. I’m not saying it won’t be difficult. I am saying that you’re worth the effort of trying. Let’s make our own exciting story.”

Her face lights up to replace the sun which is setting. Her bright smile warms the cold chilling air. She leaps at you, lips first into a kiss. You wrap your arms around her upper body and catch her in the air. Her soft lips finally make contact with your own. The strawberry lipstick taste fills your mouth alongside her hot breath. The now all too familiar orange blossom perfume broke through the smell of rain. You become oblivious to the rain in the sky as every fibre of your being has a singular focus—Eunha.

A/N2: thanks for making it to the end. Idk if I did this story justice, maybe I needed to give myself more words. idk. que sera sera

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