The Kinktober chapters continue! I was super happy btw because I hit exactly 2k words on this... then I had to fuck it up with this stupid intro and the tags. T_T
Only self-edited this time, so please forgive the relatively low quality (even though it's totally appropriate to this week's theme).
Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, Dreamcatcher, Momoland, Gahyeon, Jane, Kinktober!, bimbofication, humiliation, a bit of butt stuff, honestly Gahyeon is just so mean *crying emoji*, the appearance of non/dub-con, this fic SLAPS... please laugh this tag is hilarious and relevant
Kinktober Week 2
Week 2: Bimbofication + Humiliation (Rolls by Sol and Kimmie respectively)
“Hurry it up Jane,”
“I’m s-sorry! I’m trying! Please don’t punish me!” Jane stumbled after Gahyeon like a baby giraffe through the parking garage.
Gahyeon looked back with a long mental groan. She looked the pink lemonade-themed slut up and down. Jane’s moderately tall height was enhanced to truly ridiculous proportions by thirteen centimeter hot pink stilettos with peep holes to show off her canary toenail polish. Her fingernails were the same, besides a couple of pink accents. She had a pair of silver anklets, but they were all that covered any part of her legs, since her pastel pink zip-on-for-easy-removal skirt was too short to cover anything. In fact, Gayheon could see the sunshine yellow sling bikini, which looked more like a pair of cloth strips, coming all the way up from her pussy, through the skirt and tiny matching tube top, and wrapping around to meet at the back of her neck. It looked almost like an extremely long necklace. And in fact, just like a necklace would be, it was somehow completely backless.
Jane’s makeup was similarly garish, heavy on the eyeliner and smoky shadow, and fresh barbie lip gloss. In fact, they were just leaving a stylist salon where they’d gotten her hair touched up too. There was no sign of her naturally dark hair. Instead, it was beach bleach blonde, long, and wavy, with the ends shifting into pink. A pair of gigantic, rose gold hoop earrings peeked out from the waves.
If only she would stop looking around nervously and trying to cover herself with her arms.
Gahyeon, who was fully and reasonably clothed, snatched one of her wrists and yanked her forward. She knew that Jane had plenty of experience in such tall heels, so the delay was rather frustrating. “Why are you so fucking stupid, Jane? Whores don’t cover their tits.”
“But G-Gahyeon, I’m not—”
A death glare was enough to cut her off immediately, but Gahyeon wasn’t going to stop there. She pulled Jane down to her height and grabbed her face with the other hand, squeezing her cheeks and forcing her lips to pucker. Jane’s eyes grew wide.
“Nobody asked you what you are or what you aren’t. If I say something to you, if it even just sounds like I’m just implying something, it’s true as far as you’re concerned. Got it?”
Jane fidgeted apprehensively. Every time her eyes shifted away from the penetrating stare, Gahyeon squeezed harder.
“Are you sure? You’re an idiot after all.”
Jane bit her lip and shut her eyes for a second before Gahyeon shook her face. When they reopened, they were glistening with held back tears. “Y-yeah, I get it.”
“Because you t-told me.”
“So what are you?” Gahyeon’s every response was immediate, snapping back at Jane like crocodiles.
Of course, Jane’s responses were hesitant, like she was looking into the watering hole without a mama giraffe nearby. “I’m a… an idiot.”
Gahyeon shoved Jane back. Red spots marred her cheeks where Gahyeon’s fingers had pressed in. “And you wanted attention, right, whore? Earn it. You’re supposed to be an idol. Dance.”
“Here?!” Jane glanced side to side, apparently suddenly very conscious of the very public location. Why she hadn’t thought about that earlier, walking around in an outfit that clearly embarrassed her, Gahyeon couldn’t fathom.
“Yes. It’s either that or you know what.” Jerking her head in the direction of the van, Gahyeon started walking again, only looking over occasionally to make sure Jane was following and gauging her reactions.
Jane grimaced. Her arms tightened against her sides and flailed up and down at the elbows, seemingly trying to decide whether or not to defy Gahyeon’s commands. “I can’t… do that.”
“You’re gonna dance then. ‘Bang Bang.’ Go.”
“D-do you mean ‘Baam?’”
“I mean the one that sounds like a fucking goose on acid. The one where you swing your hips, put your hands in the air, and bounce around like a slut.”
Gahyeon could see the tears building in the corners of Jane’s enormous eyes. She kept pressing. “Sorry, not specific enough? I mean the one you stole from some Russians! But not the remixed version you call another album. The original plagiarized version.”
There was the bite. The tears spilled out of Jane’s eyes, taking a stream of mascara with them. It was time for the death roll.
“Too bad you don’t have enough ass to get attentio—Oh! I remember! It’s the one where you try, and fail, to get people to pay attention to your sorry lack of boobs or your half-a-pre-chorus worth of lines instead of focusing entirely on Nancy.”
The baby giraffe joined the circle of life. It was a good thing they had reached the van because Jane dove between it and the next car to crouch and cry. But Gahyeon couldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t done yet. She tangled her fingers in Jane’s hair, wrenched her back upright, pushed her back against the van door, and pulled on the bottom of the sling bikini up to rub it against her clit. As usual, Jane’s tear-soaked face correlated perfectly to her cum-soaked pussy. “Now are you going to dance or not, you dumb slut?”
Jane’s breath caught. She must have barely been holding in her slutty moans. Her fingers searched for something to grip on the van door, but the handles were out of reach. She bit her lip and shook her head, presumably as an answer to Gahyeon’s question, eyes closed but still squeezing out the occasional tear.
“You know what you have to do then? Since you’re being a stupid bitch about it?” Gahyeon swapped hands, shoving a fingertip into Jane’s cheek.
Her already wide mouth spread even wider as she grit her teeth to keep from sobbing. “I’m a st—I’m a stupid bitch!”
Gahyeon snaked her fingers around the bikini into Jane’s pussy and pressed hard against her g spot, coaxing a gasping moan out of her, which quickly turned into a crying whine that she bit back once more. “Wow, you copied me like you copied those Russian artists. But that’s not what you should be doing. If you're not going to dance, you have to do something else for me.”
“I-I-I’m a dirty slut. I’m your s-slut! Ple-ease, Gahyeon!”
“What the hell… You dumb fuck.” Gahyeon pulled her fingers out of Jane’s cunt and slapped her across the face too quickly for her to react. “Look at me when you’re talking! You know what dumb girls like you have to do. Now hurry up and do it!”
The cum on the thematically appropriate light pink handprint on Jane’s face glimmered in the shitty fluorescent parking garage light. She slowly opened her eyes. Her chin trembled. "No, please... I-I don’t want to do it."
Gahyeon slapped her again. The cracking noise was just that little extra loud since she was hitting a moist surface, and echoed through the garage. Jane flinched away. "Okay! I'll—" She paused and tensed up as Gahyeon dipped her fingers back inside her and ground a palm against her clit. "I'll do it!"
Her words weren't enough. Gahyeon moved for another slap, but Jane winced, pulling her shoulders up around her neck and her hands to her face. But her hands weren't there defensively. She was finally doing as she was told.
Jane's hands balled into fists, pointer fingers still extended, pressing into her cheeks. Her tears poured faster, further wrecking her makeup. Her lips twitched. Choking sounds of pain, pleasure, and mental anguish combined escaped her throat. It was barely a whisper. "B-bbuing bbuing."
"Louder." Gahyeon's command was low, a vague threat.
"Bbuing…" Jane loosed a single sob. Her legs quivered, grinding for more friction on Gahyeon’s hand. She spoke louder, but quicker, like a child trying to get away with saying a naughty word in class. "Buibuing."
“I said louder, you fucking bimbo!”
Jane ducked her head, defensively burying her cheek in her shoulder. “Bbuing bbuing!” she shouted. But to Gahyeon’s delight, she didn’t put her fingers down.
There was only a little hesitation out of Jane. “Bbu—eep!”
Gahyeon unzipped Jane’s skirt and let it fall to the garage floor. She felt even more juices, practically pouring out of Jane like a running tap. Heat radiated from her core like she was running on an internal combustion engine. “Keep going, slut. It’s not like you’re any more exposed now than you were before.”
“B-b-bbuing bbuing!” Jane rose in pitch as Gahyeon yanked upward on the bikini again.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
A noise somewhere on the opposite side of the garage made Jane’s eyes go wide and she whipped her head around in its direction. Gahyeon grabbed her by the jaw and forced her head forward again. “What did I just say?”
“But Gahyeon! What if—ah!”
Gahyeon flicked Jane between the eyebrows. “Sluts like you aren’t allowed to give a fuck. Let them hear how cute you think you are.”
Jane grimaced again, but curled her fingers into the classic kitten-idol gesture. “Bbuing bbuing.”
“Louder.” Gahyeon growled and flicked her in the same spot again.
“Bbuing bbui—ah! P-plea—ah! Bbuing bbuing!” The cutesy noises became less cute and more desperate as Gahyeon alternated between flicking Jane’s forehead, slapping her if her hands dropped, and tugging on the sling bikini.
Gahyeon’s mind wandered as she kept up the abuse, wondering why she’d started smacking the poor girl around in the first place. But, she supposed, she didn’t need an actual reason when the whole act was for someone’s sexual gratification. It’s not like they were in some sort of pointless alternate universe, breaking anybody else’s immersion, or like it would matter if they were.
Jane was repeating “bbuing bbuing” and shielding her ears with her kitty paws, partially crouched a little below Gahyeon’s height. Her makeup had been ruined far earlier than Gahyeon had planned, but the black streaks and smudges all over were shockingly sexy. Gahyeon stopped her assault and pulled Jane’s hands away from her ears.
“Look at you, you dumb shit. What kind of idol breaks down crying just because they’re a little embarrassed at having to act cute? It’s no fucking wonder you’re so unpopular. Even your members that quit the group still get more love than you.”
She’d have continued, but she paused when Jane reopened her enormous, glistening eyes. Gahyeon liked those eyes. She grabbed Jane’s face and pushed her harder against the van with a fierce kiss. The taste of the tears on her lips would have been much better if they weren’t saturated with mascara.
As they kissed, Gahyeon reached down between them, wrapped a hand around the drenched bikini fabric, and pulled down. She was met with a bit of resistance and a squeal until she felt a small pop. Then another. Then one more, and the resistance gave way. Gahyeon broke the kiss and held up the string of three large beads that, until then, held the end of the bikini in place. She pushed them into Jane’s open, panting mouth. Although the beads were big enough to make Jane gag, she dutifully kept them behind her glossy pink lips.
“Pick up your skirt and get in the car, twat.”
Quivering from her head to her yellow-painted toes, Jane stared expectantly up at Gahyeon as she let the anal beads fall out of her mouth and into her palm. Gahyeon gave her one last slap across the face, making her squeak and drop them.
“G-Gahyeon?” Jane asked as she bent over to get her skirt.
“What now, Jane? Hurry it up.”
Jane’s mouth spread into a shaky smile. “When we get to y-your place… Please d-don’t sit on my face, o-or spank me, or fuck m-me silly while you tell me how m-much I suck.”
Gahyeon smiled back. She received that message loud and clear.