shybf!anton covering his face while you give him a slow handjob ໒꒱ིྀ. your small hand gliding over his big cock is enough to bring anton to the edge, just from the visual alone. he would feel so embarrassed about the faces and sounds escaping him that he’d attempt to hide them. "toniii," you softly tug at his arm that’s shielding his face. "let me see your faceee," you plead, but he persists, "mm-mm," anton murmurs, shaking his head, continuing to emit soft gasps and whines.
thinking about whiny anton, how you're busy on your laptop with work and anton's dying for attention, and he doesn't get your attention easily but it doesn't stop him from eating and having his way
living for soft dom whiny anton
yum yum yum
you’re doing your best to stay on task. the laptop is open in front of you, a bright document filling the screen while your hands linger above the keyboard. but your attention has already started to drift. anton has been restless for hours, complaining about being ignored— soft whines of your name and exaggerated sighs.
at last you give in and respond, your voice gentle—more a quiet protest than any real scolding.
“toni… i said wait until im done, okay?”
his lips jut out in a pout, big eyes shimmering with a watery, hopeful look. “i’ve been so patient though… can’t i just have a taste? i swear I’ll be quick.”
he’s so needy for you, your cheeks heat up. “no… not right now.”
yet he doesn’t listen, he hardly ever does when he’s in such a desperate state. he approaches you slowly, as though afraid you might reject him. his hands are soft on your thighs, parting them just enough for his shoulders to fit. you emit a faint “anton—” though it is more of a whimper than a caution.
he gazes up at you with a pure expression, his chin already resting against your lap. "please? i need it.. ill make you feel so good, babyyy”
you let up the moment his hot breathe brushes against you. you whisper, “fine…just be quiet” despite the understanding that he likely will not.
he’s quick to slip his fingers into your waistband, pulling your shorts and panties down smoothly in one quick motion. the cool air brushes against you, causing you to shiver, and then his mouth is there. it starts gently, with soft licks along your folds, as if he is enjoying a treat. you attempt to focus on the screen, but your hands are already trembling.
“omg.. anton…” you mumble as a plea.
he purrs against your clit, the vibrations causing your hips to jerk towards his face. "shh, baby... just keep typing” his tongue flattens, moving slowly and broadly from your entrance up to circle your clit. he is so messy, saliva everywhere, with small slurping sounds that make your cheeks flush.
there’s no way of focusing with the way he starts to gently flicks his tongue against your clit, causing your back to arch and a soft whine to escape. he pulls back slightly, whispering against you, "you taste so sweet... been needing this all day”
his hands glide beneath your thighs, elevating them to allow him more access to your cunt. his tongue explores inside you, moving slowly in and out while his nose rubs against your clit. you are now dripping, with slickness covering his chin and flowing down to wet the sheets.
"anton... I can't concentrate—" your voice is breathy and faint, with your fingers motionless on the keyboard.
you concede, pushing the laptop aside. your hands reach for his hair, pulling it gently, “omg—please don’t stop—”
he lets out soft moans. "yeahhh baby, just let me make you feel good” he intensifies his actions, still sucking your clit, while two fingers enter you, curling perfectly. he now whines against you, his hips bucking against the mattress.
you cum intensely. your back arches, soft sounds escaping as your thighs close around his head. he continues without pausing, guiding you through it.
once you are completely exhausted and breathing heavily, he approaches you with a soft smile, pressing his face against your neck.
your black lace panties were pulled to the side by your boyfriend— whose drool was dripping down your cunt as he tasted your sweetness like he hadn’t eaten all day. your legs were pushed up to your chest by his forearms as you moaned out, gently pulling on his locks.
“bin— fuck please” you cried out, not sure what you were pleading for. all he did in response was moan at the taste of your sweet juices on his tongue.
then, interrupting your pleasured state, his phone starts ringing somewhere on the bed near you.
wonbin pauses, lips slick, chin and nose glistening with your arousal. he looks up at you. “answer it, baby” he says nodded at you. “what-“ you blink up at him, eyes wide. “you heard me, answer it for me” he says, voice gentle but challenging.
you pick up his phone, hand rather shaky. “put it on speaker” wonbin adds before dipping his head back down, tongue flicking your clit vigorously. you hesitantly push the green button, setting the phone down on your chest. a voice almost immediately comes through his phone
“yo bro” your back arches off the bed, one hand flying to cover your mouth as you try not to let a single sound out. “can’t talk” he says innocently, detaching his mouth from your cunt to speak for a second “kinda busy right now.”
you whimper, and he leans up to lay open mouth kisses to your neck. he takes the phone, placing it next to your head “say hi, baby.” his voice dripping out softly, despite the sheer dirtiness of it all.
anton forces your back into an arch while drilling deep into your sloppy cunt ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა. “mmm such a messy fuckin’ pussy, baby” you could tell by his tone that he had a cocky smirk plastered on his face. your juices soaking the sheets while you moan his name uncontrollably. “fuck— toni, i can’t—” you sob from how deep he is, while also spontaneously squirming away from his grip. “nuh uh baby, take it f’me” he says in that soft voice that made you melt, taking both your arms and pinning them behind your back, fucking into you at a slow but effective pace.