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smutmind · 24 days ago

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This Is Legacy ft. Sooyoung

2nd Gen Idol X You

"You ever fuck an idol who used to have her face on buses?"

That’s the first thing she says after closing the door. No greeting. No warm-up. Just that, tossed over her shoulder like a dare.

You blink. “Uh—no.”

Sooyoung doesn’t look back. Just walks into the kitchen like you’re not already sweating. Barefoot, robe loose at the thigh, like she forgot to tie it all the way. She pours two glasses of whiskey, clinks the ice in hers, and only then glances your way.

“Didn’t think so. You were what, in elementary school when I was headlining?”

You nod, sheepish. “I… yeah. I got into K-pop late. Missed your era.”

She walks over and hands you the glass. Her fingers graze yours—barely—and you feel it like a jolt.

“But you know who I was,” she says. Not a question.

“Of course.”

“And now you’re here,” she adds. Her eyes drop to your chest, then lower. “Cute rookie. Big eyes. Still shaking from rehearsal.”

You laugh, trying to cover the truth. “I didn’t think you’d actually invite me up.”

Her mouth curves. “I know. That’s why I did.”

She kisses you before the next word can form. Her lips are warm, steady—experienced. Her hand slides under your hoodie, pressing flat to your stomach, her palm warm against your skin.

The robe falls.

No ceremony. No show. Just her, naked in front of you, skin smooth, body built from discipline and time. Her breasts full and high, waist soft but firm, thighs thick enough to crush and built to hold. She straddles you on the couch like she’s done it a hundred times—and maybe she has.

She lowers onto you in one smooth motion.

You groan. She’s tight, hot, perfect. Her pace is slow, steady, hips rolling like waves. Her breath brushes your cheek as she begins to move.

“This was how I used to fuck,” she murmurs. “Slow. Careful. Polished.”

You stare at her. Everything about her is art—her rhythm, her gaze, the way her fingers rest on your shoulders like you’re something to be played.

“They liked when I moaned soft,” she goes on, riding you in clean, smooth bounces. “When I smiled through it. It made them feel respected.”

You nod, barely breathing. She feels too good—gripping you just right, moving like her body knows every angle.

“I used to make it look easy,” she says, voice almost fond. “Like I wasn’t in control.”

She leans back a little, letting you see her. Her breasts bounce gently, the muscles in her stomach flexing. Every motion perfect. Deliberate.

You’re stunned. Hard as hell. But something about it feels like performance. Beautiful, hot as fuck—but staged.

Then she stops.

She locks eyes with you. Her breath catches.

“I was never lucky to be there,” she says.

And slams down.

You gasp. She does it again. Her thighs slap against yours now, rough and hard, her pussy swallowing your cock deep.

“I made them feel lucky,” she snaps, voice low and raw. “I smiled, but I never surrendered.”

She fucks you like a storm now. All heat and pressure. Her hands press to your chest, pinning you, hips punishing in rhythm. Your hands grab her ass, trying to hold on, trying not to blow.

“This,” she growls, “is the fuck they never earned.”

You’re lost—jaw tight, chest heaving, cock soaked in her heat. Her moans are real now—broken, guttural, spilling straight into your throat.

And then—suddenly—she changes.

The bounce turns light. Rhythmic. Shallow.

“Oppa~” she whines, voice lilting, almost mocking. “It’s too big…”

You freeze.

Her eyes flash with amusement as she leans down and licks your neck.

“This is what they give you now,” she whispers. “All pout and play.”

She giggles—on purpose. Bounces cutely. Adds a little squeal just for fun.

You feel your balls tighten. It’s hot, but wrong. Familiar, but fake.

“This is what the new idols sell,” she pants, still fucking you. “Breathless. Shy. Like they’re surprised to be wet.”

She grabs your hands, places them on her breasts.

“Squeeze like you’re scared to hurt me,” she whispers sweetly.

You’re trembling now. Cock twitching inside her, balls heavy.

Then she stops again.

Dead still.

“But you didn’t come here for that,” she says, mouth at your ear. “You came here to be fucked by a woman who survived it all.”

She slams down. Deep. Then again. Again. Her rhythm wrecks you—hard, brutal, without apology.

“This is what you don’t get from them,” she growls. “No rehearsed moans. No camera angles. Just my pussy and your cock and everything I’ve learned about what makes men break.”

You cry out. Can’t stop it.

She rides you faster, gripping your shoulders, burying your cock so deep you swear she’s inside your throat.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” she breathes, hips never stopping. “You’re gonna cum because this—this—is how veterans fuck.”

You explode.

It’s not just release—it’s collapse. You’re moaning loud, spilling inside her, body locking up, cock pulsing so hard it hurts. She doesn’t stop. Grinds through it. Takes every drop and fucks you into the couch.

When you finally still, she leans in and kisses your temple.

“They’ll keep selling the fantasy,” she whispers. “But you’ll remember the real thing.”

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jjjjisun · 2 months ago

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Sweat & Desire

Sooyoung X Male OC | 2119 words

TW: Incest

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Request from Discord: Snsd sooyoung with her 21 year old nephew. Her nephew and her went to the gym for a workout, but things go feral when Sooyoung wants a harder workout

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Author's note: I'm still sick :<

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In the heart of a bustling city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay our local gym, "Fitness.mode." I'd been frequenting it since I moved in with my mom after my dad's sudden passing. The spacious, echoing arena buzzed with familiar faces and shout-outs between regulars. Yet, my heart hadn't truly been in it until today.

Sooyoung, my mom's younger sister, was a rush of color and energy among the monotonous machines. She'd shown up unannounced, eagerly wanting to join my workout routine. Her laughter filled the space, drawing unwanted eyes. I couldn't blame them; she was gorgeous, all curves and confident. But she was also my aunt, or so I kept reminding myself.

We started on the treadmills side by side, breaths syncing as our muscles warmed up. She kept chattering about the new coffee shop downstairs, her hands animated, grazing mine occasionally. Her fingers were soft, and her laughter infectious. I found myself leaning in, forgetting we were in public.

"Hey, watch it, Speed Racer," she teased, as I nearly collided with her when she suddenly stopped. Our faces were inches apart, her breath minty and warm. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, echoing hers. Then she did something unexpected—she winked, and my world tipped slightly.

Circuit training followed, and shared mats and weights led to near-misses and unintended touches. There was a tension building, electric and undeniable. Her boyfriend, what's-his-name, was far from her mind, or at least, she seemed to want me to think so. Each time our skin brushed, she'd linger, hold my gaze, bite her lip. Was this just our newfound fitness high, or something more?

She "accidentally" dropped the medicine ball in the middle of reps. I reached for it, and she did too, our fingers tangling, breasts pressing together. We froze. Her eyes were pools of brown smoke, drawing me in. Her lips parted, inviting. The world around us blurred. I could smell her, citrus and sweat and something uniquely Sooyoung.

Desire coursed through me, hot and primitive. I wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her till she melted. My cock hardened, throbbing against my gym shorts. She had to feel it pressed against her belly. She must have, because she gasped, her pupils dilating.

"Umm," I ranted out, finally breaking the spell. She laughed, a breathless, hungry sound, and picked up the ball. But her eyes never left mine, promising MORE.

We finished our workout in silence, tingling tension palpable between us. As we walked out, sweat-slicked and breathless, I glanced at her, my aunt, my Sooyoung. And I knew, tonight, we'd ignite.

Sooyoung was waiting for me at the gym entrance, her hair still damp from a post-work shower, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. "I thought we could use the studio tonight," she said, nodding towards the soundproof room reserved for private training sessions. My stomach fluttered. I knew what that room was used for, and it wasn't just push-ups and squats.

"I thought you had plans," I replied, trying to hide my eagerness. Her "plans" were her boyfriend, but we both knew that was a sham.

"I changed them," she smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You're more fun anyway." She grabbed my hand, leading me down the familiar hallway. My pulse quickened at her touch, her palm warm and smooth against mine. I could feel the pressure building, the temptation pushing against the boundaries of our relationship. But fuck it, I wanted her. And so did she.

The studio was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. She closed the door behind us, locking it with a decisive click. "Just in case anyone gets any ideas," she murmured, turning to me. Her eyes were hungry, devouring me whole. I couldn't help but smile, my body responding to her, my cock hardening in my workout shorts.

She stepped closer, her breath ragged. "You know, I've been thinking about you," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, neck, and chest. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves through me.

"Me too," I admitted, my voice hoarse with desire. I gripped her hips, pulling her against me. She gasped, feeling my hardness pressed against her stomach. Her eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Fuck, she was killing me.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my mouth down to hers. Our lips crashed together, a fierce, desperate kiss. Tongues clashed, teeth clicked, and we groaned into each other's mouths. She tasted like mint and desire, and I couldn't get enough.

Her hands sliced under my shirt, nails digging into my back, marking me. I growled, cupping her ass, lifting her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heat pressing against my cock. Fuck, I needed more. I needed all of her.

I backed her against the mirrored wall, pressing her against it, grinding into her. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her tits against my chest. I trailed my mouth down her neck, biting, sucking, marking her as mine. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me there, urging me on.

I grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it off smoothly. Her breasts spilled out, glorious and round, straining against the lace of her bra. I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, while my fingers rolled and tugged at the other. She cried out, her head falling back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps.

I slipped my hand into her shorts, finding her wet and ready. She moaned as my fingers slipped inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit. She was so fucking hot, so fucking ready. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her juices coating my hand.

"Fuck, Jae," she gasped, her hips moving in time with my hand. "More. I need more."

I removed my fingers, licking them clean, tasting her sweetness. She watched, her eyes wide and wanton. I unbuttoned my shorts, pushing them down, my cock springing free. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around me, taking me deep. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair, guiding her.

But I needed more. I needed to be inside her. I pulled her up, turning her around to face the mirror. She braced her hands against it, looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes fiery. I pushed her shorts down, her ass round and firm. I rubbed my cock against her, coating it with her juices. Then, holding her gaze, I pushed inside.

We both gasped, our eyes locked in the mirror. I gripped her hips, pulling out slowly, then slamming back in. She moaned, meeting my thrusts, pushing back against me. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps, the scent of sweat and sex.

I reached around, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles pulsing around me. "Come for me, Sooyoung," I growled. "Come all over my cock."

And she did, her body shaking, her mind screaming. I thrust into her once, twice more, then groaned, releasing inside her, filling her up.

We stayed like that momentarily, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged. In the mirror, I could see the Mark of my mouth on her neck, her breasts heaving, her eyes closed in sated pleasure. She leaned back against me, her body pliant.

"This is a dangerous game we're playing, Sooyoung," I whispered, my lips against her ear.

"I know," she replied, turning her head to kiss me. "But fuck it. I've always loved a good challenge."

And with that, she pushed away from the mirror, ready for round two. I smiled, my body already responding. This night was far from over.

We stumbled into the gym's far corner, away from the late-night stragglers, our bodies still feverish from the studio. Sooyoung's nipples were hard, visible through her sports bra, and her face flushed. She pushed me against the wall, her hands eager, finding the waistband of my compression shorts.

"Fuck, Jae," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around my cock. "I need this. Need you." Her voice was a growl, primal and hungry.

I groaned, my head falling back against the wall, as she sank to her knees. She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with debris of desire, then leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from my tip. I shuddered, my hands fisting her hair.

"So greedy," I muttered, my voice ragged.

She smirked, opening her mouth wide, taking me in. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, fucking her mouth. She took me deep, her gag reflex nonexistent, her nose brushing against my groin. Fuck, she was incredible. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building.

Just as I was about to explode, she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us. She stood, wiping her mouth, smirking. "Not yet," she said, her voice sultry. "I have other plans."

She stepped back, pulling her shorts down, her ass bare, her pussy glistening. She turned around, facing the wall, presenting herself to me. "Fuck me, Jae," she said, her voice ragged. "Hard."

I growled, grabbing her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. I pushed in, hard and fast, making her cry out. She went back against me, her ass slapping against my pelvis. We found our rhythm, our bodies moving in sync, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the quiet corner of the gym.

"Fuck, Sooyoung," I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good." She moaned, her inner muscles pulsing around me. I could feel her close, her body tensing, her breathing ragged.

Suddenly, her phone rang, the sound harsh and intrusive. She paused, her body still, her orgasm interrupted. "Ignore it," I gritted out, thrusting into her again. She gasped, her body responding, but her eyes were on the phone, a crease forming between her brows.

She reached for it, her voice breathless as she answered. "Hey, what's up?" I could hear the deep baritone of her boyfriend on the other line, his voice annoyed. She listened, her face losing some of its then lust, her body still impaled on mine.

"Yeah, I'll be home soon," she said, her voice normal but her expression detached. She hung up and turned to me, her eyes filled with turmoil.

"Well, that was a buzzkill," I muttered, pulling out of her. She nodded, her arms wrapping around herself, her body suddenly guarded.

"I need to go," she said, her voice distant. "I'll just...clean up."

She walked away, leaving me standing there, my cock still hard, my brain muddled. I leaned against the wall, taking a few deep breaths, willing my body to cooperate. This game was getting messy, and I wasn't sure I liked it. But fuck, she was addictive, and I wanted more.

As I was about to leave, I saw her. She was bent over, washing her hands in the sink, her shorts still around her ankles. Her ass was a thing of beauty, round and firm, her pussy still glistening with our juices. I couldn't help myself. I walked up behind her, grabbed her hips, and plunged back inside her.

She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing, accepting me. "Jae, what are you doing?" she moaned, her head falling forward, her hair hiding her face.

"Fucking you," I growled, my hips moving. "Ignoring reality. Just like you wanted."

She moaned, her body responding, her ass pushing back against me. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. I licked and bit, marking her, claiming her. She shuddered, her body tensing, her orgasm building again.

I felt mine coming too, my body coiled tight, my breath ragged. "Come for me, Sooyoung," I grunted, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it. "Come all over my cock."

She did, her body shaking, her inner muscles pulsing around me. I thrust into her once, twice more, then groaned, releasing inside her, filling her up, marking her.

We stayed there momentarily, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged. Then I pulled out, tucking myself back into my shorts. She stood, turning to face me, her eyes filled with tenderness and regret.

"I should go," she whispered, her voice soft.

I nodded, my heart aching. "Yeah. Me too."

But as we walked away, I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. And we'd be back here, in this gym, fucking like animals, ignoring the world. Because, fuck, it was good. It was too good to stop now.

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kpopggs · 8 days ago

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flower power ❀ ot9 silver pink dress for anon!

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authorhjk1 · 24 days ago

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Did Sooyoung ever get that tie back from the younger guy?

Sooyoung never expected to get her tie back. It's not like it was something special or anything. But now she feels you tugging at it. She lowers her head again and takes your cock into her mouth.

"Very good, mommy."

Both shame and arousal heat her body as she kneels on the floor of another random hotel room. She shouldn't have gone back to the club from last time, but one of her friends wanted to go dancing. She didn't even remember how she met you, until you greeted her with a mischievous grin from behind the bar.

Sooyoung is still very much aware of the fact that she's 10 years older than you. The fact that you're calling her mommy just to tease her makes it even worse. But she feels even more degraded as she finds herself being the one ending up with her own tie around her neck.

"Yes, take my cock down your throat."

You groan, one hand on her makeshift leash, the other on the back of her head.

"Just like last time."

Sooyoung doesn't even remember last time completely, but she does what you ask of her. She pushes her head down further, your tips brushing against the back of her mouth until the soft barrier finally gives way.

"Oh god."

You groan as you feel her throat massaging your cock.

A couple of minutes later you're lying on the bed with Sooyoung riding your dick. Her tight body looks amazing. Tight and fit and sweaty. She doesn't even really look like she's 10 years older than you.

Her skimpy top only covers her tits so you have an amazing view of her waist. When she rolls her hips it's almost mesmerizing and you can't believe you're still holding her tie in one hand, while the other is basically glued to her waist.

"Just like that."

You sigh while Sooyoung throws her head back. Your cock hits just the right spot for her. She moans, but is still unable to admit to herself how good you feel inside of her. A small part of her is still put off by the fact that you are way too young for her. But when you let go of her tie and hold her waist with both hands an excited gasp escapes her lips. You push up inside of her while pulling her down onto your cock. You make her ride you at a way faster pace than her own. Her ass smacks against your lap again and again, filling the room with clapping sounds.

"Oh my god, yes!"

That's her loudest moan so far. You continue to pick up the pace and Sooyoung's eyes roll to the back of her head. Your cock hits her sweet spot again and again. She has to hold onto your shoulders for support, but eventually she orgasms on top of you. Her wet pussy clamps down around you, threatening to milk you dry.

Around three hours later, Sooyoung finally excepts reality. She doesn't just except it but decides to embrace it.

She watches you pour almost half a bottle of lube all over her thighs an midriff and pussy. She knows that you know that this isn't how lube is supposed to be used. You're just trying to tease her again, tempting her to act like the older, experienced woman she is.

"That's not how you do it. Let me show you."

You hand her the bottle while Sooyoung feels her thighs being heavy with the clear, warm liquid. They look slick and smooth.

She pours a good amount onto her hand and reaches out for you cock with the other. She begins to spread the lube all over your cock with both hands. A smile plays around her lips as she sees your head tilt back in pleasure.

"Does that feel good, honey?"

You answer with a wordless groan and Sooyoung's arousal can't take it. She's still so turned on after three hours of sex. Your stamina leaves her breathless and she is starting to get off on te fact that you're way younger than her.

"Do you like it when mommy makes your cock feel good?"

"Fuck, yes."

Sooyoung continues to stroke your slick hard cock.

"Can you please fuck mommy again, baby?"

The first time the m-word left her lips she almost died of embarrassment, but now it rolls off her tongue with a sultry purr.

"I want mommy to beg for my cock."

Your heart beats faster as you watch her reaction. It amazes you how much Sooyoung has changed within the past three hours. Earlier today you would've been met with a glaring, disgusted stare. But instead she gives you a needy pout.

"Please, give me your cock? I need it so bad. Mommy's pussy feels so empty without it."

You're tempted to fulfill her request, but you hold on, wanting to see how far you can push it.

"Your young cock is so nice and big. It stretches me out so well. Please, baby. I'd do anything."

The last sentence peaked your interest, Sooyoung can tell. She already suspected what you were up to when you suddenly took out the bottle of lube. Sooyoung talks again before you can even suggest it.

"You can use my ass, if you want, baby. Just let me feel your young cock."

Scooting closer, you now kneel between her legs. Sooyoung's hands guide your cock towards her puckered hole. You hold onto her thighs, which are sticky and shiny, still drenched in lube.

Your breath hitches when your tip pushes inside. A knowing smile plays around her lips. You might be telling her what do right now. But she's still the one in control. And it's fun for her to see you act like this.

Sooyoung doesn't need much time to adjust. Soon you're fucking her ass at a steady pace.

"That's it, baby. Take mommy's ass."

She moans, her slick thighs wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer.

Eventually, you can't hold it in any longer. You orgasm, painting her insides white. Sooyoung moans in pleasure as she feels your warm cum fill her ass.

"Good boy."