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Summary: Your boyfriend — despite being naturally leading, is pretty submissive in bed. It comes as quite a shock when he decides to take control once but who are you to say no?

⤷ smut!!! p in v, softdom!soobin. established relationship. soobin spits in and on you a couple times. lowk size kink. big dick!soobin agenda. few praises thrown in.

a/n: fem!reader (afab so implied), inspired by my dream & requested kinda 🫡 soobin nation rise up. not proof read ><

Being intimate with Soobin has never felt this heavy and hot. His bigger, more intimidating frame easily envelops your body and naturally leads the progress of your connection. You’re not sure when you ended up in his lap, swallowed by his broad stature as you struggle to keep up with the prodding tongue exploring your mouth. Your heart is dizzy with lust-fuelled excitement and your stomach starts to clench and sends sparks of passion towards your lower body. Your hips rock subconsciously against his own as you chase relief for the pressure that’s built up in your sensitive clit from his actions.

synopsis: a beautiful demon wooyoung offers you a deal you can’t pass up.. or can you when it turns out there was a typo in your contract?

warnings: 18+, smut, alcohol, a j*b (jk)

pairings: demon!wooyoung x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

notes: hey guys, welcome to my first post back on tumblr, bare with me i havent written in years… i hope you love!

I can never win.

I bust my ass, I do the most, yet, I never win.

“I just wish for once, my effort wouldn’t go unnoticed.”

You groaned as tired hands met your forehead at the sight of the email that was gifted to you with a little red bubble next to the envelope icon on your computer screen. Every year it’s the same bullshit message congratulating anyone else but you on their special employee of the month promotion, the promotion that every year you would pull late nights in the office for, the air in your cubicle reeking of exhaustion from over exerting yourself to appease your company.

I mean, would you ever even get to show what you had in you if they never even gave you the chance?

In celebration of our new Employee of the Year, there will be an obligatory lunch today in the company cafeteria. We will be providing food and other refreshments while our CEO gives a congratulatory speech in honor of our new promotee.

You chuckled to yourself at the thought of your boss stumbling over his words while trying to read a tribute to someone he barely even knew. Absolute chicken scratch, most likely written in a hurried swipe of his pen in an attempt to get back to the large load of nothing that he would do behind his desk every day. You shrugged off the comedic thought and brought your attention back to your work that you were no longer even close to being interested in doing anymore after the news, but bills would in fact not pay themselves.

By the time lunch rolled around, you could feel your fingers aching from typing all morning and decided that maybe you should stretch a little… and maybe a free lunch wasn't all that bad even if it was a slight morale crushing celebration in the first place.

You made your way to the cafe, the hustle and bustle of people and voices around you annoying you all the same. Scoping out the tables and observing all the options of food available with the influx of commotion around you had you settling with a bottle of water and a pastry out of a little white box from a bakery down the street just to get out of the chaos. You found yourself a nice corner towards the back of the room to stand and listen to the ceremony, if you would even call it that. People spoke amongst themselves as the CEO made a fool of himself as expected, you found yourself scanning the room out of boredom.

You locked eyes with an unfamiliar, yet trance inducing face. You’ve never seen him around the office before, but chalked it up to him most likely being in another department. Turning away, you brought your attention back to the front of the room, counting down the moments for this sorry excuse of a celebration to end. A chill ran through your body as you sensed a newfound presence behind you, an almost eerie feeling rose red flags in your mind as you moved to the side to let whomever pass. The presence stepped up to you and turned to introduce himself.

“Jung Wooyoung, if you were wondering.” He held his hand out to you, waiting for you to put your own in his awaiting palm. You assessed his features carefully. He was nowhere near bad looking. Actually, quite the opposite. His deep black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, stray pieces that would not fit resting across his forehead and framing his cheeks. Dark, entrancing eyes that felt as if they could stare directly into your soul, learning all of your secrets with just a glace. A prominent, yet beautiful nose sat right above his plump, smirking lips. He smelled of bergamot, vanilla and slightly of firewood. Something didn’t feel right.. But you just couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was. You surrendered a hand and shook his, introducing yourself.

“___ ___, I don't believe I’ve seen you around before, I work in the development and sales department. You?”

His smirk slowly spread into an almost smile, almost as if he was hiding true intentions. He pulled his hand away and stepped closer to you, just close enough for your conversation to be deemed private in a way.

“What if I told you I worked in the… wants and needs department?” You cocked an eyebrow at what you felt to be an odd way of flirting. Scoffing, you stepped back to keep some extra distance from this stranger named Wooyoung. He closed the gap again and proceeded to speak to you in a hushed tone.

“Okay, okay. I see I failed to lighten the mood, so let me cut to the chase. You have wants and wishes, and this is where I come in. I’m here to grant you those wishes under one condition.”

This guy is crazy. You stepped as far away as you could, making a beeline for the women's bathroom to get away from this absolute psychopath. You were sure you were dreaming, no one in their right mind would approach a woman like that. Especially in the workplace. You stepped into the single bathroom and locked the door behind you, expecting that creep to get the hint and hit the road.

“Can you please hear me out? I’m really bad at these persuasive talks so I’m just going to be honest. Believe it or not, I’m just like you. I hear wishes, and it’s my job to come and attempt to grant them.”

“Like some kind of fucking genie?”

“Now that's just rude. I’m a demon, working for the Devil himself.”

“Oh you’re a whole nother type of insane, I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Before you could turn back around to race to the door, Wooyoung was there. Leaned against the exit with his black button down sleeves rolled up, arms crossed with visible annoyance on his smug face. Confusion ran across yours.

“How did you- You were just- Huh?” Your hands flew up to your hair, trying to process what was going on in front of you.

“Hey man, I’m just trying to help you and I’m starting to regret it.” Wooyoung breathed out, as if trying to recollect himself.

“They call me Wooyoung. I come from down under, and I really don’t mean Australia. I’m one of Satan’s finest demons if I do say so myself. And I’m here to offer you, yes you, your most precious wish. The catch? Your first born kicker. Don’t worry, I’ll take really good care of the little one. I’ve always wanted one of my own!”

He spoke quickly, almost as if trying to just brush over what he just asked you for. He raised an arm and ruffled your hair with his large hand. I hissed quietly and swatted his hand away.

“And what if I don’t have a kid, then what? Will my wish not come true or something? This whole spiel sounds ridiculous and I must be going crazy.” For a brief moment, you did take things into consideration. You were a very career driven woman and kids were never in your life plans, as you wanted to focus on yourself.

“No, you’re not crazy and no, you’ll still get it. But at least we know you were committed enough in the first place.” Wooyoung gave a sarcastic thumbs up along with a cheesy grin almost as if he was in a corny infomercial.

Standing back up straight, he clenched one of his fists, a small flame flickering inside of it. He opened his hand back up, a piece of crumbled printer paper and a pen sitting in it. The edges were slightly singed and it wasn’t the most appealing thing, being that you were signing away a child that wasn’t even guaranteed to come into this world yet. Your eyes shot from the sorry excuse of a contract back to the ‘demon’ in front of you.

“Well that’s certainly a promising contract.”

He huffed in slight irritation and snatched his hand and the contract back.

“I came from Hell man, What did you expect? Listen, you can take it or leave it. Your choice. Let me just say this, If you wish for something again, it won’t be me next time. It’ll be someone wayyy less attractive, and I personally don't want that for you.” You sighed in defeat and scanned the document in hand. Before signing, you glance at him once more. He jerks his hand out closer as a sign of impatience. You quickly signed your name. The second your pen left the paper, it went up in a puff of smoke.

“Pleasure doing business with you, beautiful. Now I’m off. See you when you have a baby!” And just like that, he was gone. Not even a moment later, still processing what just went down, there was a knock from a woman urgent to use the bathroom after too many cups of coffee from the cafe. You apologized and made your way back to your cubicle, keeping an eye out for any oddly hot demon men lurking around the office.

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After the mindfuck of whatever today was, you could definitely say walking in your house and getting in the shower was probably the highlight of your night. You turned the dial all the way to the right, making the water as hot as it possibly could go. Stripping down to your black bra and matching panties, You stuck your foot into the shower to test the water temperature. You adjusted the dial slightly and shed from your undergarments and stepped into the shower.

As you started to shampoo your hair, a vaguely familiar smell filled the humid, steamy room. You couldn’t quite put a finger on the smell, but you knew it from somewhere. You smelled the shampoo on your hands and checked the bottle.

Did I buy the wrong one? No, this is the same one I always use. You placed the bottle down and stuck your head out from behind the shower curtain to sniff the air.

“Heyyy sweet stuff. Did you miss me?”

Your eyes widened as you slowly whipped your head around, meeting the same dark, soul snatching eyes that were in front of you earlier that day. You let out a squeal and quickly covered your bare body with the floral shower curtain.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything. But, if I’m telling the truth, I’m probably gonna have to.” You cocked my head, confused as to what the man meant. He nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

“So do you remember the little contract I had you sign earlier? Yeah so, there might have kinda been a small typo.”

“By typo.. what kind of typo? Like it has to be a certain gender, or you take them at a certain age, or only if they look a certain way?”

“See that’s the funny, actually hilarious thing.” His eyes strayed to the ground in an almost emotion invoking kind of innocence. You kind of felt bad in a way seeing him so flustered, he was only a guy–a demon that wanted to do his job right. Something you knew all too well.

“I know it was supposed to be first born but uh, the contract might have actually said first porn. I swear it wasn’t on purpose! Although, if I had seen all of that back in that bathroom today, it might’ve been.” Your mind went blank as you took in what was going on. Every event that occurred today was just too much to process at once.

“Do you mind waiting in the living room? I uh, I want to finish my shower.” Wooyoung nodded and exited the bathroom as you disappeared back behind the shower curtain. You sighed and leaned against the wall, sliding down it to sit at the bottom of the tub, letting the water run over your hair and body lightly.

Well he’s not ugly, is it worth it? Nah ___, have some morals…

But, you would finally get that position at work you wanted, with only a fraction of the energy you’ve been exerting wasted. You’re almost positive a few people have fucked their way up the ladder, and at least you wouldnt be doing it within the company… A little porno never hurt anyone, right?

You quickly finished washing your hair, body coming straight after. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself and walked across the hall to your bedroom to throw on something quick and sexy.

Rummaging through your drawers, you found a skimpy baby pink lingerie set you had saved for a ‘special’ night and a baggy t-shirt to put on over it. After dressing, you made your way downstairs to the living room to confront the man who had seemed to move from his assigned spot on the couch, to the kitchen.

“What the hell man, why are you in my kitchen? Don’t demons eat souls or something? Why are you going through my cabinets?” You reached up and blocked the cabinet he was about to open. He groaned and stepped back, crossing his arms.

“Demon or not, I get hungry for human stuff too, you know. Pizza, cake, alcohol, all that type of shit.” You smirked and bent down to open a cabinet near the bottom of the sink, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. You held it out to Wooyoung, nudging him to take a swig of the vodka you were passing him. He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at you and your offer.

“Glad you’re into alcohol. I’ll take you up on your little typo contract. But first, some liquid courage.” I twisted off the top of the bottle, flicking it somewhere across the kitchen. As you put the spout to your lips a strong hand took the bottle from you, while another warm one grazed your chin, pushing it upwards.

“Allow me.”

You threw your head back and let him pour a hefty swig down your throat while keeping eye contact with him. Small trickles of liquid slip from the corners of your mouth as you swallowed, the sting feeling good in contradiction to the thoughts going through your head. Wooyoung eventually pulled the bottle away from your mouth and took it into his own.

He stooped down to your level, lifting your chin a little more, this time with just one of his tanned fingers. He brought his face close to your neck, placing his tongue where the stream of alcohol that dripped out of your mouth ended.

You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath against your sparsely wet neck, warmth pooling both around the area and in your lower stomach. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up from your collar bone to the corner of your mouth, stopping as he got to your lips. His plump ones lingered over yours. They felt hungry in a way, as if he could swallow you whole any minute now. Your eyes fluttered shut awaiting impact, but none came. Wooyoung let out a light chuckle and pulled back, taking the bottle to his own mouth, downing a couple gulps for himself.

“Eager, aren't you?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the heat from the alcohol, the situation or just him, but your eyes wouldn’t leave his figure. You eyed Wooyoung like he was the finest piece of man you’ve ever seen in your life. I mean, he definitely was one of them, but tonight it seems like he looks twenty times better than he did back at work. He removed the bottle from his lips, licking them after as he looked down at you. He smirked as you sat there and genuinely took in all of the dark and handsome man that stood in front of you.

The crisp black button down clung to him loosely, a button or two undone at the chest so the necklaces he wore were visible against his smooth chest. His long black hair wasn’t pulled back this time, draping around his face in soft tufts. The black jeans and black leather boots to match, it’s like every part of him screamed sexy. He smiled and took another sip of vodka.

“Like what you see?” He purred smugly while passing the bottle back to you to drink from. You blushed softly and nodded, smirking back at the man in front of me. “Don’t we have a contract to deal with?” You grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and led him back up the stairs to your room. Both of you stumbling up the stairs, eager for what awaits each other once you enter the bedroom. He closed the door behind you two and pulled a video camera out of one of his inner coat pockets. You laughed and took the vodka bottle from his hand.

“Came prepared huh? What if I wasn’t even going to say yes?” You sipped at the clear liquid and kneeled at the head of the bed, sitting back on your feet against the headboard. He shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading upon contact with the mattress, a desirous look glistening in his dark eyes.

“You signed a contract princess, it was only fair you say yes. Ready?” You nodded your head, looking the man in his eyes. He kicked off his shoes and plopped himself down at the foot of the bed. He flipped the camera open, clicking the record button and pointing it at you. Wooyoung peeked at you from behind the camcorder, a visible wide grin on his face.

“Go ahead and show me what’s under that old shirt. I know you put something sweet on for me.” The seductive rasp in his voice gave you chills as you listened to him speak. You slowly began to lift your baggy t-shirt up and over your head, teasing him in the process. When you finally got it off, the man shifted in the spot he was sitting, adjusting himself at the reveal of the lacey garments underneath. Tossing the shirt to the side you leaned back, moving your legs from under you to out in front of you and pulled them to your chest, a newfound shyness taking over your body at Wooyoung’s reaction. You watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth as he got himself more comfortable at the foot of the large bed.

“Go ahead, I want you to start without me.”

You felt your face flush red as he grabbed one of your ankles gently and pushed it farther away from the other, camera still in his other hand. You spread your bent legs slightly, sliding a small hand underneath the thin, laced fabric. You began to feel all over your folds, the wetness increasing by the second. A soft moan threatened to escape your lips, but you trapped it with a closed mouth whimper and shut your eyes, leaning your head back against the headboard. The demon in front of you leaned in, making sure to keep the camera in focus and brought a soft, but strong hand up to your mouth. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, pressing down to open your mouth up and slip said thumb in. The sudden touch making you open your eyes and look at him, half lidded in lust.

“I want to hear every sound you make. Don’t try and hide them, you’ll only piss me off. Also,-” His warm hand left your mouth and was brought to your hip, grasping onto the side of the pink lace panties. The warmth only increased the longer it was there, not long after I realized what the man was doing. Not long after a tearing sound could be heard, Wooyoung flinging the now darkened, wet fabric across the room and sitting back at the end of the bed, steadying the camera.

“Those needed to be off, I want to watch you play with that pretty pussy of yours.”

He positioned himself, along with the camera, at a place that he’d be able to get a good view of your now wet slit. You looked Wooyoung in his eyes as you circled your clit with a drenched finger, his face alone only turning you on more, you wanted to put on a show. For him. He broke eye contact to look lower down your body, to get a visual of the entertainment the camera was getting.

“Aah, Wooyoung..”

You whimpered softly as you slid a finger into yourself, grabbing your swollen breast with your free hand. Wooyoung watched in awe as you called out his name while pleasuring yourself. You pumped your finger slowly in your soaking cunt, letting out every soft whimper and cry you had in you as you continued to massage and pinch at your hardened bud with your other hand. You could feel a small knot in your stomach begin to tighten, causing you to let out a long unexpected whine. A visible bulge could be seen under the man's jeans and no matter which way he sat, it was unable to be hidden.

“Fuck this, It’s my turn.” The dark haired demon set the camcorder down on the nightstand next to the bed, angling it to face the two of us. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off of his body to reveal a beautifully toned midsection, tanned and glistening with the little bit of sweat radiating from his warm and excited body. He slid off his jeans quickly and climbed back onto the bed.

“Lay down.”

He ordered, to which you complied without an argument. Wooyoung trapped your body under his, him automatically attacking your neck with rough bites and kisses. As his tongue lapped over a spot close to your earlobe, he unlatched your bra and flung it, tossing it wherever all the other clothes had flown to.

While leaving tiny red bites from your ear to your collarbone he managed to get two warm fingers between my legs, and started to massage your now throbbing clit. You let out a soft groan, biting your lip as you instinctively spread your legs a little more, now fully vulnerable to Wooyoung. He pulled his mouth away from the spot on your collarbone that was now stained with purple. Using his free hand he grabbed at your face, squeezing it with one hand and turning it, making you look in his eyes.

As his eyes connected with yours, without warning he slid both fingers into your now dripping pussy. Your teeth captured your lip once more, hard enough to possibly even draw a little blood. His thick fingers were now filling you in a way that you definitely couldn't do on your own, the man using his free hand to pry your mouth back open.

“I said I want to hear every last sound that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” His tongue slid across your bottom lip, causing your lips to part a little, giving him the chance to slip his warm tongue in.

Wooyoung's hand found the back of your head and tangled itself in your still damp hair as pulled you in for a deeper kiss. He slowly pushed his two fingers further in you, your breath hitching and body jerking forward onto his fingers, as if begging without words for him to go deeper. He complied to your neediness almost if he had read your mind. You squealed into the kiss, catching the feeling of his underwear encased bulge twitch underneath you.

While still pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, Wooyoung grazed your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb softly as he pulled away from the kiss to attack your left breast with rough bites and sucks. He used his tongue to play with your nipple, before taking it into his mouth with a soft groan leaving his mouth in the process.

You threw my head back and let your own cries of pleasure fill the bedroom. The bulge in his boxers felt as if it was getting bigger and bigger as the moments went on, your moans and expressions just for his fingers alone made him lose patience, imagining how you would look and sound if he went all the way… And right now, Wooyoung needed that.

He slid his fingers out of you, your pussy now feeling empty without him. You pouted as he let your nipple leave his mouth with a small pop, whimpering at the sudden loss of his touch. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked off all the juices that resided on them, seeming to enjoy every last second of it.

“You taste so fucking good… I just know you feel even better…”

He lifted up while sliding down his boxers, letting his hard, twitching dick pop out of them and tossed them away into the now building pile of discarded clothing. You looked down with wide eyes and battled yourself internally at the sight. This is not at all what you could’ve prepared yourself for. He was both thicker and bigger than you expected and knew you were in for a rather long night.

“Be easy..” You muttered out, choking back on your words.

“Aw, is someone scared it’s gonna hurt? Don’t worry princess.. I’ll start off gentle.” Wooyoung looked down at you with pure hunger and greed in his eyes. He was ready to absolutely devour you as soon as he could, as if you were a big plate of dinner, at risk of going cold before he could get a bite. His strong hands gripped at your waist, lifting your lower half off of the mattress a little, lining himself up with your now dripping entrance. He teased at it, rubbing up and down your folds in an effort to coat his throbbing cock with your slick, warm juices in hopes he’d be able to slide into your tight, tight heat just the littlest bit easier.

“Are you ready for my dick, pretty girl?”

Before you could muster up a response, he was already entering himself inside of you. He threw his head back and let a loud, obnoxious groan spill from his lips and slowly pushed the rest of himself in, pausing every inch or so to let you adjust to him. You chimed in with your own sweet sounding cry, making his skin tingle.

“Aaaghh.. Fuck- you’re so fucking tight…”

He bottomed out and still kept pushing, wishing he could fill you with even more than he already has. His eyes closed tight, trying to get used to the feeling of your warmth around him. You clawed at his wrists and hands wrapped around your waist holding you tightly, as if you could slip away and disappear at any given moment.

You two sat still for a few seconds, room stuffy from the tension building between. He quickly dropped his head back down to you and trailed his tongue across his lower lip, half lidded, lust filled eyes making contact with yours. He gripped at your waist tighter. There was no hurt, no pain, just pure pleasure happening between you and this literal demon.

“I-I’m going to move now okay? Is that alright?” His previously smug demeanor tossed out of the window, now a bumbling mess of a man eager to get himself off.

I nodded quickly. “Please Wooyoung.. Please have your way with me…” You let out loud moans of pleasure as he began to pump himself in and out of you. You bucked your hips forward to meet his thrusts halfway, to make sure he was receiving the same kind of pleasure he was giving. Wooyoung’s hands leave your waist as he drops down, pulling himself closer to you. His arms now rested on either side of your head, him burying his face in the side of your neck, grunting and moaning as he fucked you into the mattress.

His strokes were rough, calculated, rhythmic even. Aside from a few messy strokes he gave you, to let you know he was thoroughly enjoying his time inside of you.. Maybe even a little too much.

You couldn’t deny that you were feeling the same. He started to pick up the pace, clapping and slapping sounds bouncing off of the walls in the room. You’re almost sure your screams of his name and other randomized curse words could be heard by all of your neighbors, but you didn’t care. Wooyoung squeezed your ass, slapping it full force as your grip on his shoulders tightened while he continued to bottom out inside of you, making you cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh my god.” You called out as he pulled you all the way into on him, pussy throbbing as he pulsated inside of your heat. He held you close to him for a moment, his dick still buried deep in you, beating a mile a minute as if it had its very own heartbeat. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening rapidly, arching your back in pure bliss. The warmth from his chest on yours was about to send you over edge and he could tell.

“I’m so close, Wooyoung! Right there please!”

He took this as an opportunity to change positions, him flipping you so you were bent over with him behind you. Before you could protest him denying you the orgasm that was beyond ready to break, he pushed your back down into an arch and pushed himself back into you with no warning. You yelped out in both pain and pleasure of being filled up again so quickly and unexpectedly. Your hands flew backwards to grab at his, but he managed to get both of your hands in one of his own, pinning them against your back, shoving you deeper into the mattress.

“Fuck, you feel amazing on my dick, ____. It’s like this pretty pussy was made just for me… Go ahead and cum on it baby girl.” He whispered as his warm tongue slipped out of his mouth to lap at the back of your shoulder. You let out a high pitched moan as he pulled almost all the way out of you and thrusted himself all the way back in, not giving you even a second to beg for mercy.

The thickness of his member stretching out your tight, saturated walls was enough to drive you ballistic. You clawed and scratched at his hand holding yours hostage, as he fucked into you while groaning loudly. The knot you had been holding for so long finally snapped, letting your juices shower out all over his dick, as he continued to pump it in and out of your increased wetness.

The sounds of his groans and growls were music to you ears as he released your hands and gripped onto your throat tightly, the searing heat from his warm hands now wrapped around your neck. A loud euphoric screech escaped your parted lips as he continued to fuck me deeper and harder with every stroke, pounding me mercilessly.

He used his hand around your throat at leverage to pull your body up against his, his spare hand snaking around your waist to hold you up. His hand moved from your neck to your face to turn it back to his, smashing his lips into yours for a steamy, wet kiss. Your teeth clashed together, lips were being bitten and tongues were being sucked on as he plowed into you violently, eliciting sultry, disgusting moans and whimpers to leave your lips.

Wouyoung pulled away, biting down on his lip hard. Both hands met your waist as his thrusts started to get more untimely and sloppy, his breathing getting heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He called out as his pumping got more out of rhythm. You took this chance to fuck yourself back on to him, giving more of the work to yourself to pull his own orgasm out of him the way he did yours.

“Come on baby, cum for me. You deserve to fill me up, so do it.”

This must have brought him to the edge, because the minute those words left your mouth, his entire body shivered against your own. He quickly pushed his twitching dick into me completely, and let his hot seed paint my soft velvety insides. Pulling out slightly, he made sure to pump the rest of his length with his fist to make sure everything was out, and inside of you.

“Stay right there beautiful..” He dropped down onto the bed, reaching over for the camera he put down earlier and held it up to your now leaking pussy, capturing all of himself leaking out of you. He slapped the camera shut and flipped over next to you. You went limp against the mattress, turning your face towards his. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and flashed you that smug smile of his.