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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

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“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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existslikepristin · 1 year ago

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Okay, well, I guess I bestow upon thee the The Lounge Easy Achievement Diary Cape - 1, a reminder of your accomplishments in the area, and a nice little stat boost.

This allows you to purchase any coffee-based drink for only 3 gold, unlocks the secret passage on the other side of the hallway, and increases experience gains in the Sex skill by 1.5% while in the cleaning supply closet.

We look forward to your efforts to reach the Medium, Hard, and Elite Achievement Diaries. Don't forget to renew your subscription, as these diaries are only available for members, and they are exponentially more difficult.

Vexatious

futa!Reader x futa!Karina, Kim Minjeong (Winter), Choi Sua (Pixy), Ryu Sujeong (Lovelyz), Kang Soeun (Rina - WekiMeki), futa!Eunha, Kim Sowon, Choi Yuna (Yuju), Jung Yerin, Song Hayoung, Lee Nagyung, futa!Handong, Lee Yubin (Dami), Lee Siyeon, Na Goeun (Purple Kiss), Kim Hyunbin (TRI.BE) (17some)

Length: 6969 words (or a bit more)

Tags: this would be the perfect time to add all of my tags I like to use but you know what: no. No tags.

TW: I give you a hint: everything happening her is legal. Otherwise, just assume that all trigger warnings apply (there is no scat, dw)

Inspiration/Credit: @existslikepristin for coming up with The Lounge idea and allowing me to absolutely ruin it. He also came up for some idols involved in this fuckery. Also, check the release date ;)

(A/N: This was a blast to write, at least half of it. If you find enjoyment in this, good for you, I'm seriously glad. If you don't, I don't care but I also can't blame you lol)

“This girl is unbelievable!”

Sujeong puts her hands at her hips, grips them in fury, real fury, you have no idea how angry she is. Well, more importantly she is horny, desperate for a phallic shape—or any other round shape with no edges (she really isn’t picky anymore)—to stimulate the walls of her drenched pussy. Luckily, she just saw your cock swinging freely when you came running out of the restroom.

“Girl? Your first thought was: ‘oh, a girl’ when you saw that beautiful thing flopping around?”

Rina looks at Sujeong in disbelief and grabs her fellow nugu’s wrist before she can follow you across the seemingly endless hallway of what is the upper floor of The Lounge. Yeah, it needs no further introduction. The Lounge, the place where a naked girl with a cock, sprinting from the furthest restroom across the easily accessible, wide open hallway to the last backroom is not a noteworthy occurrence.

“You two, stay down! I think this is her.”

Sujeong and Rina both look at Sua in confusion, and the girl does not help them understand her words any better because she starts to move her arms in rapid waves and forms odd shapes with them. Instead of a mysterious, creepy, threatening vibe it gives even more confusion amongst the trio. It surely does help that their minds are still somewhat connected.

“We should follow her, quietly but swiftly!”

And so the three carefully sneak around the corner and take a good look at you as you try to unlock one of the many doors. You don’t notice them, in fact, you don’t notice any of the loud, partially echoing sounds coming from the other rooms. The animalistic things happening in them are probably beyond anyone’s imagination, but you have to focus.

“Fuck, why does it have to be math?” you groan and look at the massive lock in your hand. Someone had the idea to make some of these rooms idiots-proof by putting sci-fi-esque locks with a screen on them. On the screen is a calculation problem, which varies in difficulty depending on how secure the room is supposed to be.

You either know the solution also known as the code for the door or you have to calculate in your head, something you’ve never been good at. 42 divided by 17 to the power of 4.761 times 0 plus the square root of 4761—yeah, can’t really fault you for not solving that on the fly.

Suddenly, the loud bawling of two very drunk, very well-known girls echoes through the hallway. Next to three totally unsuspicious girls chatting a few meters behind you, Karina and Winter stumble up the staircase and almost meet the floorboard if it wasn’t for your quick reaction.

“Watch out!” you shout, a bit delayed and try to untangle the mess of hands and legs the two not-nugu idols have wrapped around each other, while the group of very normal behaving nugu idols just stand there and watch. “Don’t just stand there and watch, help me!”

“Uhm, we are busy,” Rina says and tries to look away, the same goes for her two friends—okay, Sua does a bad job at that, because her eyes are suddenly fixated on your cock.

“I might not know you, but you don’t look busy.”

“Okay, rude,” Sujeong says. This is all going nowhere, no chivalry, no compassion for the giggling mess of WinRina in your arms. Why do you have to help? You’re the one still stuck on what 42 divided by 17 is…

“D-don’t worry,” Karina says and starts to crawl to the next best door, while Winter hugs her waist painfully tightly. “Our room is right here.”

“Ka-ri-na,” Winter babbles, her voice sing-sang for the first two syllables, until it cracks and the two have another laughing fit. At this point you’ve had it with this mess and decide to get it over with.

You reach for the lock and read the problem. It’s infuriatingly easy, 70 minus 2 plus 1. Seems like they knew that the solution had to be nice and straightforward to get back into their room. You open the door and without much care for their comfort, drag the two girls towards the next best piece of furniture: a black leather couch.

“Ka-ri-na,” Winter sings again and crawls onto the cushions. “You, hihi, you said we would have sex tonight.

“Remember, Karina, because I do!”

“Calm down, Minjeong,” Karina responds, her voice all groggy as she tries to roll onto the couch but fails and hits her head. Guess you’ll have to stay until they fall asleep or else this could get ugly. There is also no way they will have sex in this condition—

“Oh my God, it’s so big and hot!” Winter shouts when she removes her Unnie’s shorts while the same struggles to not flail and fall off the couch again. “Put it inside me, put it inside me, Ka-ri-n—”

“Don’t say that name, call me Jimin!”

Suddenly, to your surprise, the absolutely drunk Karina gets herself up and pins Winter below her, the tip of her now hardening cock right on the younger’s navel. In the dim light you can see it grow and Winter looks very happy with it.

“Can we have sex now, Jimin?” she whispers and starts to get rid of her dress.

“Only if you give me a kiss—”

Winter fulfills this wish in the blink of an eye, then puts her hand on Karina’s tip and rubs it gently. You gulp as the massive thing continues to grow while Karina groans into the kiss. She is so much bigger than you and does not give a fuck that you are watching as she sloppily kisses Winter and spreads her legs. Winter helps her drunk friend, who couldn’t balance a table on the ground, that’s how drunk she is, aligning the gigantic phallus with the entrance to her cunt. It takes a while, egregiously long for someone who is blatantly watching, for them to get it right, but finally, Karina is able to push into Winter and bulge her.

“Oh my God, Jimin, fuck! Your massive horse cock—”

“Is it that ugly?”

“No, fuck, it’s, it’s beautiful. Fuck, break my pussy, come one!”

“Min-Minjeong, I think someone is… watching.”

“I don’t care, just fuck me!”

This is your cue to go, especially because you became extremely hard at the sight and in your nude state, it’s hard not to jerk off to the lewd display of Winter begging to be destroyed while you are concerned for her flat stomach stretching, bulging and once again flattening as Karina thrusts lazily.

The second you leave their room, you are cornered by the three girls from before. Two of them quickly get a hold of your arms while the third tries to unlock the door opposite to you. At first you gasp and expect a quick obduction, but as the seconds pass awkwardly, you realize that their math skills might be even worse than yours.

“Fuck, Sujeong, unlock the door already,” the kidnapper to your left complains. “It can’t be that hard.”

“Look, there are like a bazillion numbers here, okay?”

“But you had like two minutes to calculate,” the kidnapper to your right argues and frantically looks up and down the hall and then up and down your body. “I need that thing right now.”

“Sua, if you can’t control your horniness, we’re all going to get—”

“I’m in, I’m in,” Sujeong suddenly shouts. “Oho, that’s a nice solution. C’mon, get her in here.”

“What are you guys even trying to do?” you ask and they all look at you, bewildered, lustful, desperate—oh.

“We are trying to fuck you, or get you to fuck us,” Sua says and licks her lips as she pulls you onto the first piece of furniture she can find: a table with three and a half legs that sways dangerously.

“I think that was obvious.” Rina rolls her eyes and tries to climb the table. “Oh shit, I think this thing won’t last long.”

“Wait, what are you doing, Rina?” Sujeong shouts, offended at her friend straddling your lap while your mind is still too clouded by WinRina to say a definitive ‘no’ to such a violation (though being violated by this Rina does not sound too bad (but why would she do it without consent? Maybe she is a bad person (but you like bad girls, if you’re honest))). “You think you can just go first without asking?”

“Actually, I—”

“Hey, can you all just shut the fuck up?”

That came out of nowhere or rather, out of the corner of the vast room. Behind a couch, which is weirdly facing an uninteresting wall, three naked women surround someone just like you, an aroused girl with a cock. There are a few key differences though: these four you definitely know. Eunha is the girl with the small cock, who tries her best to look hot and menacing, while Sowon, Yerin and Yuju just belittle the smaller girl and pin her to the wall.

“Yerin, I’m so going to fuck you after this,” Eunha announces while she sticks out her bare ass as to not get her (wo)manhood crushed against the wall. “That pussy will be all mine.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Yerin yawns and backs off to the couch. “I bet you won’t be able to repeat that after Sowon is done with your ass.”

“You got such a cute little bubble butt,” Sowon whispers in a soft, sing-sang voice while she spreads Eunha’s cheeks wide and spits at the puckered hole. Eunha flinches, Sowon giggles in delight. “It’s the tastiest butt of them all, you know that.”

“Just get it over with, m-m-m-m…” Eunha presses her lips together, Sowon smiles sweetly.

“Say it, say it loud~”

“Mo-Mommy.”

“Louder~” Sowon presses her tongue against Eunha’s left butt cheek while the other is in her firm grasp, turning slightly red as the seconds tick down. All is quiet in this filled room, everyone staring at Eunha as Sowon’s tongue inches closer to that cute butthole.

“Mommy, please!”

As those words are still up in the air, barely spoken, Sowon’s demeanor changes. She goes straight in, her tongue slick and hard, steadily opening Eunha’s puckered ring and fucking it frantically. You have to suppress a gulp that would have alarmed your kidnappers, who all stare and gasp every time Sowon moans and twirls her wet muscles inside the (of course) clean and (probably) delicious hole.

“I’ve never seen our dear Mommy so greedy,” Yuju coos and pats both girls’ hair while her slender feet quietly wrap around Eunha’s massive thigh. The three form what could be considered a grotesque sculpture, a close entanglement of legs around legs, arms around chests and tummies, of a tongue moving in and out faster than you have ever seen.

“Mom-my not there,” Eunha whines and her cock stands at attention, centimeters away from the wall, while Yerin in the back just laughs.

“And you want to fuck us? Looks like that ain’t gonna happen.”

“Shut, shut the fuck up, Yerin, I can still—oh, yes Mommy, right there.”

Eunha shudders and softly hums as Sowon explores her snug little ass with long swipes of her tongue and continuous coos that kinda make you wish you were in Eunha’s shoes. That suddenly changes (not really) when Sowon moves away and Yuju takes her place. Instead of a tongue however, she puts two fingers inside Eunha and curls them. Her dick meets the wall.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Yu-ju!” Eunha is alone with her moans; there are a few girls that gasp and giggle though, especially Sowon and Sua seem very enchanted by the sight of a nice, narrow hole being spread. At first it’s slow and quiet, but the moment Yuju picks up the pace, lewd sounds fill the room and an embarrassed Eunha presses her ass back against Yuju’s lips.

“Is she really just going to kiss her ass like that?” Sujeong whispers to Rina who shrugs both hands right at her crotch, definitely not contemplating if she should just—go for it.

“Are you really just going to kiss her ass like that?” Yerin loudly asks Yuju while searching a nearby closet full of sex toys and other mature appliances. As if to say ‘Watch this’, Yuju buries her face strongly into Eunha’s cheek to the point the older girl is forced back against the wall, her cock painfully-pleasurefully trapped in between her abs and the smooth white.

“Yuju, this, this is too much~” Eunha whines before realizing. “Shit, no. I-I’m going to fuck you after this. My cock is so ready for your ass, your face, your pussy.”

“God, are you still thinking about that?” Yuju’s complaint is accompanied by a rough spank on Eunha’s not-face-covered butt cheek and all of a sudden, Yuju is completely gone. Her fingers are no longer pleasuring Eunha’s rectum, her face is no longer kissing her butt, there is just nothing. Everyone watches at the small, gaping ring in a beautiful array of colors before it is mercilessly destroyed by Yerin pressing her lube-covered, absolutely drenched and slipperified fist against it.

“Oh. My. Fuck!”

Eunha’s scream breaks the sound barrier and breaks her will as she limply glides down the wall. Yerin’s fist has made it past her barrier and is fully stuffed inside her abused butthole. There is only minimal movement but it’s all made worse by Yerin’s viciously victorious chant.

“Who are you going to fuck tonight? You and your useless dick? Huh? Tell me, Eunha!”

“No, I’m going to, f-fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, cum. Cum with a fist in your stupidly pretty ass and tell me: Who are you going to fuck tonight?”

“No one, no one!” And Eunha cums all over the floor, rapid spurts from her hard cock. You take that as a sign to get the fuck out of this. Luckily, your three abductors have moved away from the table and are engaged in watching the rough and crazy ass-fuckery in front of them. You quietly sneak away and dart down the hallway before you hear Sujeong shut in agony.

“Fuck, she escaped! Sua, you were supposed to watch—get your fingers out of there!”

“Huh?! Why was it my job to watch her! And Rina is also masturbating!”

“Yeah, but when I do it, it’s hot.”

“Excuse me?”

“Excuse you both, let’s go and search for her, for fucks sake!”

You clearly don’t have enough time to get to your destination and solve the equation before the triad of horniness has caught you, so you quickly search for a room with an easier equation, maybe even one that’s already unlocked. A lot of the locks however have square roots and other overly complicated symbols that you can’t be bothered to check them any longer. Take a look over your shoulder, the three are already approaching, especially Rina looks absolutely thrilled to do unspeakable things to you. If Yerin’s performance was any inspiration to them, you can kiss your sweet ass goodbye.

Miraculously however, you find a door that has the kind of math problem you would’ve loved to see in an exam: “If Chaewon, Yeseo and Eunha all can dom 0 men each, how many men does Saerom have to dom for the total to be 69?” The person that invented questions that have the answer written inside the question deserves an award and the best oral the world has to offer. You type down the number and quickly disappear in the room before Rina can grab you.

“Dammit, come back here… please?”

Now it’s time to act quickly. This equation of course won’t be enough to stop the three nugus, so you throw all manners and caution into the wind by pushing a nearby shelf in front of the door. Books, figurines and dildos all come tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling do-wn and almost hit your bare feet but at least the door should not open any time soon.

“Uhm, what was that?” you hear someone ask from behind a corner (seriously, these rooms have the weirdest of layouts, it’s sooooo hard to describe them).

“Don’t know, but wanna take another selfies?” another person says, their mood switching mid-sentence from concerned to extremely cheerful. The obnoxious sound of a phone camera taking pictures can be heard a couple of times. It would be best to tell them what happened, so you grab a book and cover yourself before carefully sneaking around said corner.

“Excuse my rude entrance,” you shyly say before your jaw drops at the sight of two gorgeous girls taking pictures of themselves with literal cream smeared on their faces. “I’m so, so sorry, I’ll be going—”

“No, no wait!” Hayoung shouts before you can disappear from their line of sight. “Tell us what happened.”

“Yeah, tell us,” Nagyung adds and quickly jumps up from the bed. After this much nudity it’s refreshing and kind of hot to see attractive people wearing attractive clothes, especially when one of them steps closer to you, her hips in a deadly sway and her hand suddenly uncovering your length. “And then help us with this thing of yours.” It is only now you realize that the book you used to cover yourself was way too small. Big dick problems, people might relate.

“Okay, so, I know it sounds crazy, but,“ you start off with your absolutely batshit-insane-dumb-stupid-crazy reason why you are here, making a mess and interrupting some (valid but) weird food play. “I’m being chased by three girls who probably want to do some unspeakable things to me and I’m super scared. They cannot be reasoned with and I simply want to hide here until they give up, so I kinda, uhm, threw a shelf in front of the door to keep them out.”

“Oh, that was the loud noise,” Hayoung says and taps her head. “Then there should be quite the mess outside.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up later.”

“Hm.” Nagyung casually wraps her fingers around your base and gives you a long stroke while inspecting your entire length both with her eyes and hands. “You can make it up to us if you help us with something.”

“S-sure, anything.”

“You see, we kinda wanted to do a photoshoot, but we did not have a dick to pose with, so we tried using some dildo’s but that looked weird. Also, they can’t cum unfortunately, so you—” she cups your cockhead and looks at you with the most unbelievable ‘fuck me’ eyes ever conceived. “—can be our cock model for a bit. Does that sound fair?”

“Uhm, sure.” You scratch the back of your head as Nagyung guides you to the edge of the bed where Hayoung sits. “What do I have to do?”

“Just stand there while we take cute pictures.” Hayoung’s playful attitude puts a smile on your face until she roughly grabs your cock and bends it into four directions. “Look, Nakko, a joystick! Quick, get your phone out.”

Thus begins your new profession. It’s all simple in theory, just stand there and let them play with your length and sometimes crown jewels while they come up with the most creative and strangest poses. For Hayoung, it’s always playful, as she imagines your cock to be something different and then you have to bend to her will. Sometimes it’s painful, most of the time, it feels good.

For Nagyung, it’s always serious. She wants to reenact thumbnails of her favorite porn videos, sometimes invents new concepts and is always careful to admire and praise your cock. There is even a moment where she goes all in to deepthroat you and in the tears bursting forth you see how fucking much she loves this.

The entire ordeal becomes more heated with time. At first you were an airplane for Hayoung, which flies past her, now you are a submarine that dives deeper past her lips. At first Nagyung was cross-eyeing your semi-hard cock, now she puts you over her eyes as a blindfold while putting her tongue out and even moans. Gradually both of them start to give you a sensual blowjob, the camera always capturing it of course, and you feel an orgasm approaching. They clearly want it, maybe snap a picture right as you erupt and then many more with real cum on their faces (the cream has been removed right before the shoot), but you cannot give it to them.

“I think, I think they are gone,” you whisper and pull out from the pair of lips that now form pouts. “Thank you very much, but I have to go now.”

“Don’t you want to give this a proper ending?” Nagyung asks and leans towards you. “Cum on our faces, watch us snowball it—”

“Blow bubbles with it!” Hayoung adds, equally desperate now.

“Sorry, but my load is for someone else. I have been trying to reach her this entire time.”

“Oh, bummer.”

“That is… unfair.”

Both of them kneel in front of you, hands crossed in front of their chests. Yeah, they would definitely look heavenly with your spunk blasted on their features, and yes, there would be something missing from the gallery without it, but you cannot break your promise—so you have to give a new one.

“Okay, I promise you, I’ll be back here tomorrow with as many loads as you need, for as long as you need me, okay?”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Hayoung says and expectantly looks at Nagyung who reluctantly agrees. Thank God, these two know boundaries, because at this point, you are trapped in here and they might just suck it out of you with their luscious lips and greedy throats. “Where is this girl you so desperately want to cum inside?”

“Oh, she is just down this hallway. The last room on the right.”

“Then how about you take a shortcut.” Nagyung stands up and leaves you utterly baffled when she pushes aside a chair and a lamp post in the corner of the room to reveal a large red button. When she presses it, the ceiling shifts in mysterious ways and opens a round opening and a ladder that not-so-gracefully crashes down on the floor. You shriek and jump into Hayoung’s arms.

“Don’t worry, I was surprised too when I saw this for the first time.” Hayoung giggles. “If you climb up this ladder and walk down to the end of The Secret Passage of The Lounge™, you’ll reach the room opposite of your destination.”

“That’s cool and all, but won’t I bother the person that is currently in that room?”

“Oh no, you won’t,” Nagyung laughs. “She is totally unbothered. She also likes being watched, so you can stay there as long as you need to.” At this point, nothing should surprise you. Before you can ascend the wooden ladder, Hayoung grabs your face a final time.

“It’s dangerous to go alone, take this.” She places a big wet kiss on your cheek and swiftly hides underneath a blanket with a giggle. With a somewhat prominent red hue on your face, you make your way up the ladder and realize that this journey won’t be dangerous at all.

The Secret Passage of The Lounge™ turns out to be a narrow hallway with colorful lights illuminating the ceiling and elevator music coming from some speaker somewhere. As you make your way across the cheap plastic floor, you pass multiple rooms to your right which all have intriguing names alluding to idols, kinks or even a number of participants. Unlike in the level below, there are no locks on these doors. You could just burst in and check if there is really 25 people fucking themselves silly in ‘Taeyeon’s-Taeyong’s Bukake-Gangbang room’.

Curiosity does not get the better of you and so you reach a trapdoor perfectly fit in the ground, the fresh smell of cocktails and other fluids (probably bodily) permeating through holes someone must have drilled in them. You get on your knees to take a look through set holes and find them wide enough to inspect the impressive interior below (seriously, this trapdoor should get fixed if they want guaranteed privacy (they want privacy, right?)).

There is an entire bar in one corner of the room, a huge TV set with all kinds of movies and game consoles in the opposite corner, but what attracts your attention is the three women chatting, laughing, then making their way away from the bar to the large sofa in the middle of the room. It has these incredibly soft looking, velvet cushions, red and orange pillows on it, and kind of looks like an oversized throne, watching over this room—or a stage, which everyone can see.

The first of the three women sits down and starts to undress. At this point it’s too late for you to interrupt them and just pass through without causing a scene, if that is even possible in your completely naked state, but you decide differently. Screw it, can’t get any crazier than it already has.

“Excuse me,” you shout from above, the trapdoor easily pushed open with one hand while you use the other to steady yourself and look down. A faint gasp comes from somewhere. “Can I trespass for a second? I just need to get somewhere quickly.”

“Fine, I’ll allow it,” the woman on the couch responds and throws away her black dress to reveal a very infamous resident of The Lounge: Handong, with her massive Dong. This time, the gasp from somewhere isn’t as faint, almost a moan. “But only if you watch until the finale.”

“S-sure, Handong, as you wish,” you respond. Think twice before leaping down, two meters, butt naked. “Can you help me get down though? I’m also naked if that’s a—”

“Problem? Not at all.” Handong jumps on the couch enthusiastically. She claps her hands and the two other women you now notice are her bandmates Dami and Siyeon offer their assistance with stretched out hands. Both have these crimson corset-like dresses and skimpy panties, all to accentuate their modest curves. It has a great effect on you. “Don’t worry, those two are strong, they’ll catch you.”

This fall will be hard regardless of impact—at least you will be.

You close your eyes and take the leap of faith into the soft, slender arms of these angels. Oh, they might be angels in the way they look and feel, but before you have even gotten the chance to realize that everything went smoothly, both Siyeon and Dami start to fondle your body. Their naughty hands roam over your thighs, your arms, your abs, your tits, your cock, which stands at attention.

The gasp is right behind you this time. And it is quite adorable.

“Now, now, ladies,” Handong firmly says and claps again. Dami and Siyeon oblige instantly and rush to jump on the couch, each of them taking their place next to Handong. “I know that she is hot, but she is our guest as well. Why don’t we start the show, hm?”

Handong puts her feet down, then spreads her legs to reveal her massive cock, a hard pole that is pointing straight to the sky, throbbing with veins all over it. Siyeon and Dami approach it carefully, tongues wrapped around its tip, then dancing downwards, while you are uncareful and trip over someone’s legs, your own twisted, almost falling down on the floor.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry,” a girl whispers and checks if you’re okay with a stretched out hand that just so happens to absolutely accidentally, unintentionally touch your hard on. A couple fingers are warm and wet. You both shriek. “I-I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You laugh it off and look down at the familiar girl seated on a chair, her legs wrapped in a gray blanket, her upper body wrapped in a tight green top. She still looks very embarrassed about touching you (accidentally, probably), about your state of undress, about the entire ordeal of Dami and Siyeon pumping Handong’s Dong while loudly sucking her balls. Try your best to ease the tension. “You’re Goeun, right? Love your music.”

“Really?” Goeun’s eyes sparkle at the recognition. At the same time however, she tries to sneak her hands into the top of the blanket where they most likely came from, where their wetness came from. Goeun might be the one who gasps in shock at whatever lewd and crazy stuff happens, but while watching, she can’t help herself. “So glad you… recognized me.”

“Are you talkin’ to me or my cock?” You grab yourself a chair and sit down next to the absolutely baffled Purple Kiss member who indeed either stares at your or Handong’s member, enchanted for a second before being pulled back to this unanswered question.

“I-I just think… you’re very hot.” Now she is shy again or semi-shy, one hand covering her flushed face, the other playing dirty games underneath the gray cover. “Didn’t mean to be rude.”

“You’re quite something.” The way you shake your head is playful, the way you lean back and spread your legs to reveal your length and hardness mimics Handong, who is lost in pleasure and moans as Siyeon and Dami both suck at her nipples, fingers playing with the slit of her cock. “A very lewd girl who can’t admit it to herself.”

Goeun gasps once more: “I’m not—”

“You’re looking at my tits now,” you fire back.

Goeun got caught again, though this time she cannot cover up. You grab her wrist and lean towards her face. Her breath hitches, her eyes are slammed shut, she gently trembles, she is still playing with her cunt. You move even closer to the point you can feel the air leave her nose and the heat her cheeks radiate.

“Open your eyes, Goeun~ Enjoy the show and don’t be shy.”

It’s a simple spell, but quite effective. Goeun’s attention is back to her favorite movie, play and porn—it’s familiar yet always different. Dami’s deep hums never have the same strength, Siyeon’s firm butt isn’t always in her view and Handong’s hips only sometimes jerk upwards into those balled fists. They do now and Goeun is once again the one who gasps. She is going insane, her mind getting fried by these three women; four if she counts you.

You are right beside her. And this time, it’s definitely not an accident when she touches your shaft, grabs it even and pumps it up and down. Goeun’s eyes are dreamy, blank and she is mindless, stroking you with both her wet, girl juice covered hands. She probably imagines herself in Siyeon’s position, jerking Handong’s Dong off, gently caressing her balls before licking around her tits.

Well, that is exactly what she does. It is kind of endearing and not really the first time someone touches you unasked today. You could snap her out of it at any moment, but you opt to pat her head and watch what happens next. Dami takes center stage. She places her mouth on the top of Handong’s cockhead and gradually takes the many, many inches in her mouth. Deep in her throat, she gags a bit and Handong groans in satisfaction.

“I never did this before,” Goeun mumbles for a second. The next second, her lips are faster than her reservations and she tries to take you whole which is destined to fail. This poor thing maybe never had something in her mouth before and your width and size are not for beginners. Goeun chokes and quickly pushes herself off of your lap. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Uhm, Goeun, why did you do this?”

“Do what? S-suck your cock?”

“Yeah,” you whisper and drag a finger over her cheek. “You can’t just do that without getting consent first. What would you think if I just started to touch you?”

“I think that would not be good…”

“See?”

“...but then I-I would probably like it.”

“Okay… that is fucked up.”

Nonetheless, you become the fucked up hypocrite you tried to portray as bad and place the palm of your hand on Goeun’s midriff. A gasp and it tenses. Her chest heaves, her nipples now poking through the fabric, just like Siyeon who is first to sit down on Handong’s cock. The moans become louder, the show enters a new, more intense phase, and so does your exploration of Goeun. You slip under the blanket and find drenched panties with the outline of her pussy right on your finger tips.

“Come, touch my cock.”

Suddenly, your lips and Goeun’s connect and things spiral out of control. Siyeon picks up the pace riding Handong, while Dami yelps triumphantly every time Handong smacks her ass or digs her nails into it. You pull at the blanket and Goeun lifts her butt so it can fall to the ground and reveal her bare legs, a beautiful shape, especially her thighs, which trap your hand in between them. Your make out session is sloppy but that is because of her. She is not experienced, but that makes her carefree and willing to explore.

Goeun starts to kneel on the chair so she can lean into you better. Instead of just falling back to the rest of your chair and enjoying her eager tongue and her pumping hands, you reach for her pussy once more and this time pull away her panties. Goeun is so wet, big droplets leak down on your fingers before you have even touched her uncovered lips. Perfect, actually. Entrance into her is easy, every rub along her is almost frictionless, though not at all, because she audibly gets off on the friction and can barely hold onto your dick.

“I-I think I’m close,” Goeun moans and you take a quick glance at the show. Dami is getting absolutely railed by Handong, face down, ass up, ass gaped at this point, while Siyeon kneels on the floor, tongue stuck out. This might be the final act, the grand final. If you time this perfectly—

“Sit on my thigh, quick.” Goeun changes the position quickly, her cute little ass placed right next to your cock which she lazily cups while you get your hands all over her body. Damn, if only you had like eight arms, you would fondle everywhere, poke her cheeks, massage her shoulder—smack her ass, rub her nipples, play with her clit. Yeah, you play with her clit, you push two fingers into her. You do everything in your power to set her off while focusing on Handong’s finale.

The Dreamcatcher member shoves the silly fucked Dami off the couch, which does not deter or confuse her. Dami gets in position next to Siyeon and does the same, silly pose where she sticks out her tongue and awaits for what Handong will give her. With both hands in her sweaty hair, Handong releases a groan from the deepest depths and unleashes a stream of clear piss from her massive cock onto Siyeon’s and Dami’s faces. The two drink and lap up all they can get while Handong whips her cock across their faces and creates an ungodly mess that you wouldn’t want to clean up.

Though shocked by the finale, you finish the job. You flick Goeun’s clit a bit and stretch her pussy wide and she jerks and shudders on your lap, quiet at first, then loud when a bit of squirt stains your leg. It’s like all her remaining shyness is squeezed out from her pussy which snugly tries to hold onto your fingers as you pull them out. Goeun drops her head backwards on your shoulder, breath still heavy as she smiles at you.

“That was amazing, beautiful stranger.”

“Glad you liked it,” you coo. “But could you please let go of my cock now. I’ve been on edge this whole time and I need to keep my load a bit longer.”

“So you don’t want to finish on me, in me, all over me?” Where did that come from? Suddenly Goeun is all wild and excited, her nude body seemingly getting ready for the real deal which you cannot give to her right now.

“I’d love to, but not today. I have somewhere to be.” You press a kiss on her forehead before walking towards the door, just to be interrupted by Handong who sips on a drink with lots of ice and lime. The fresh taste seems to quickly get her up to her usual talking speed.

“How did you like our show? Was it great, fantastic or bombastic? I know some people have their reservations about the ending, but those two really wanted to try it again. They just can’t get enough of my—”

“It was fantastic, Handong,” you quickly interrupt her. “In fact, I might visit again, especially if that cutie over there is also here.”

“Oh, shy little Goeun. Well, you turned her into a real mess, I expect her to be here twice as often now~ I’m glad that you enjoyed it, anything I can help you with?”

“Actually,” you pause for a second, gaze subtly shifting down to Handong’s soft dongie which still looks ridiculously large as it just hangs there between her legs. “I need someone who is good at math.”

Handong raises an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

“It’s because of the locks outside, I just can’t solve them, and I need to get into that one room—”

“Hold up, you don’t need to solve the equations!” Handong starts to laugh hysterically and spills half her drink on the floor below. The confusion on your face must speak volumes as Handong catches herself and carefully looks at you. “You didn’t really, like, calculate stuff to get into other doors, right?”

“I—why is that so funny? Did I not get a memo or something?”

“Sweetie, the default code is always 69. Just tap in these two numbers and you will get in. If not, then the person behind the door really wants privacy and that is very rare, like, everyone here are such sluts that get off on the potential of someone walking in on them… they should just embrace it, I say.”

“Ha, so 69. Just 69.” You give yourself a light facepalm and sigh. “I should’ve guessed, in this place, everything is just crazy, a sexual frenzy that never seems to end.”

“Hey, we are girls with dicks and I just pissed on two of my bandmates while you were fingering that Violet or Pink or whatever-color Kiss member—this should not be new to you.” Handong downs her drink in one go, then smiles at you, genuine, silly, perfectly befitting this entire situation. “I say you should just go to that room and have fun. It seems very important to you.”

“Yeah, it is.” You should get going; that young woman has been waiting for a while now and you are still on the edge, hard as a rock and ready to blow before going painfully limp. “I’ll head out, see you later, Handong.”

“See you around, girl!” A slap on your butt and you are out the door. Down the hallway, you catch a glimpse of Sujeong and Sua carrying a fucking metal ram to break open the already bruised door to Hayoung and Nagyung’s room, while Rina is counting on her fingers.

“Why is this equation so hard, what if Chaewon can dom like two men?”

“Rina, get out of the way!”

“What the fuck, no! That’s not what I meant by ‘something strong’ to open it.”

“But it is strong. One hit and we are in.”

“Sua, chill, okay? You could have just gotten the housekeeper or something.”

“But he doesn’t trust us. Remember the time we thought Jimin was in—oh my God, there she is!”

Sujeong’s scream startles you for a second, but in the next you are already at the gate of destiny, typing those two simple digits in, praying that Handong was correct and then sighing in relief when you can slam the door shut. Find something to push in front of it, a small drawer, then dart towards a beautiful bed with an even prettier woman on top of it.

“There you are!” she shouts in excitement and jumps up from her cozy position in the sheets. “I waited so long for… this.” She grabs your cock and strokes it a couple of times. You hiss and push a couple of astray strands behind her ear.

“I’m so sorry, Hyunbin, there was just so much crazy shit going on. I’ll explain it later.” The three nugus are now banging on the door, well, only two, because Rina has given up and tries to appease them to the point they finally give up. Finally, no more crazy girls that try to engage in non-consensual activities with you. Only this gorgeous woman who you want to fuck and who wants to get fucked by you.

“Please just put it in, from behind.” Hyunbin gets on all fours and peels her tight pants off of her shapely ass. You quickly tear apart her black panties which earns a giggle, a short lived giggle, because Hyunbin falls apart in loud, satisfied moans when you push your throbbing cock into her. “Yes, finally! Fuck me with your nice cock.”

There is not much fucking. You rode the edge for too long and Hyunbin’s pussy is just too great. All it takes is a few thrusts and her tightness dries you, gets all your spunk out of your aching balls and you don’t even warm her, just flood her with an endless stream of cum as you pathetically slam your hips against her butt. “F-fuck, I-I’m so sorry.”

“Oh my God, what the—you’re still c-cumming?!” Hyunbin stares back at you in disbelief, her knees trembling as the white cream squeezes past your massive rod and flows down her legs. You both fall into the sheets and in this awkward moment, you want to disappear in a Grand Canyon sized hole.

This is not how you envisioned this. Hyunbin has finally gotten the contraceptives that every grown-up female idol gets at some point. Before, you two had to carefully fuck with condoms or use toys, but you promised her to fuck her hard and fill her up good when the time is right. Today, the time was right and you fucking screwed it up, literally blew it (early).

“That was fast,” Hyunbin says, at least a little disappointment in her eyes.

“Yeah, that was not my best performance. Who am I kidding, that was dreadful, I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Well, you came a lot.” Hyunbin lifts her leg and you both look down at that smooth pussy which still oozes your sperm past the shaft. “Felt good to finally feel it. And your dick raw, it’s amazing.”

You carefully thrust into her, past the point where you care about your sensitivity. This has to be about her and an experience that you need to salvage. Hyunbin mewls, looks at you with her narrow, sexy eyes and her breath starts to pick up in pace when your lips move closer to her. The nasty, wet sounds from below turn to a chant that gives you a second wind and all of a sudden, you’re really fucking Hyunbin, her raised leg in your hand, her neck in your other, her lips sucking on yours.

“Your cat eyes are so fucking hot,” you groan into her and she purrs, her cunt contracting around you as you hit all the spots. She has a texture like no other, and though her greediness might not show, she will soon be riding your cock eagerly. Now, Hyunbin takes your cock as it presses into her further and with a key rubs on her aroused nipples, she is in heaven soon.

“So good, you’re so good,” Hyunbin praises and you suck on her ear, watch her melt so quickly when you give her your cock harder, press your tits into her back watch her lose all control and then cry out a blissful orgasm that sends out more of your predeposited cum. “I-I love you, ah, I love you so much!”

“So affectioned?” you tease and pull her up so she can sit on you and you can look at her, that flushed face and glass eyes. “You like this cock that much.”

“It’s so deep in me~ but no, I really like you.”

“Oh, then how about you blow a little, blow a little kiss next time I’m in the crowd, hm?.” You smirk and Hyunbin pouts.

“You tease.”

(A/N2: Happy April Fools ;D)

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