Hello pal. I just wanted to leave you with the thought of a whiny sub begging to be used.
Personally, my choice is CIX.
CIX collectively whining because you just haven't paid enough attention to them and they want to get fucked so bad is 👌🏼😩👌🏼
I fully believe Wonho honestly all of Monsta X who am I kidding would misbehave just to get you to pay attention to them, they would all have the prettiest whines for you.
AB6IX's Woong just quietly whimpering next to you as you tease him, your hand resting gently on his upper thigh so close to what he needs but not there yet. He just wants to be your perfect little fuck toy and you won't touch him.
Oneus's Xion demanding you take care of him like you promised, but you just shoot him a look and keep doing whatever it is you're doing until he finally snaps and lays across you to ask you to please just hurry up before he tries to take of himself.
A.C.E's Byeongkwan pouting and quietly whining what name he uses for you. He's such a needy little slut that you just have oblige and use him like the toy he is
You and a subby Sehyoon have only 20 minutes till his flight
He looked so pretty on his knees like that. Leather collar with gold and torquise reflective studs spelling out ‘pet’ connected to a matching leash. It was thin, perfect for my smaller fingers. His hands tied behind him. A reddening handprint marred his gorgeous pale skin from his earlier ‘slip up’. He would never learn. I trace my pointed stiletto shoe up his bare chest to rest right under his chin. A small jerk of my foot has his gaze pleading at me with desperate brown eyes.
“You look so pathetic, Yoonie. What would your fans say to this?” He doesn’t answer me, causing me to cut my eyes and pull his chain. “I didn’t catch that. What would they think, Sehyoon?”
“That I am my princesses whore.” I scoff as he rests back on his heels. I take my sharp red nails to his not bruised cheek, his skin is so soft and plush, even more so as I dig my nails into it. He hisses but wouldn’t dare move.
“Even though you look so pitiful, you’re still so gorgeous, my love.” I smooth out the skin while I stand from my bed. I lay a wine stained kiss on his forehead. “How are your legs?”
“I can take it, princess.” His smile always softens my heart making me want to hold him close to my chest and play with his hair. But this was one of the few times I got to play with my pet. I wanted it to last much longer than these measly twenty minutes. He hadn’t even touched me yet. And I definitely needed him to touch me.
I pull on Sehyoon’s collar once more for him to come closer to me. “Do you wanna taste, baby boy??” I watched the quiver in his bruised lips when he said ‘yes’. “One lick then.” All too eagerly his tongue is on my sex, one long languid lick as my eyes roll back. Before he got too greedy I pull his hair back. “You want more don’t you?”
“Please.” The way that smooth tenor voice which usually commands begs, is erotic. But it’s not enough for me. I need to hear him desperate.
“You were so vocal on the phone earlier.” I hum, nails raking though pink silken strands down his rounded face coaxing his eyes back to mine. “ ‘y/n, I need you, y/n I can’t wait to have you bent over and begging, y/n.’ Quite pathetic, my love.” I mock just to see the shimmer of arousal in his eyes.
“Please, (y/n) please let me taste you again, I need to, please. I’ll do what you want just let me-“ I pull his head back between my thighs and he’s suckling on my clit like he never will again. My hips move in sync with his tongue, hand seizing the longer hair on top of his head.. My grip on his leash slackens but he doesn’t pull away, he’s addicted to me. And I’m addicted to him.
I feel my end quickly approaching so I yank him back again, he whines at loss of contact. His eyes are begging again, but I take my palm to his face once more, not as hard as I could have, but hard enough. “That’s was out of line. You know better than to go all out without permission.” I sit back on my bed, legs crossed. “You really need to listen baby.” I reach for my riding crop, tapping it again his right arm. “How else will this partnership work?” A snap of the leather has him wincing.
“I’m sorry, princess.” I hit him on the opposite arm. “I won’t do it again.” The riding crop treks down his chest where I hit him again. I pull it back up to under his chin to make him look at me. “I’m sorry.”
“I know, papa... I know. Come here.” I offer my leg to which he quickly sticks out his tongue. “Go ahead.” Sehyoon licks my thigh and up my chest as I guide him with his lead. He awaits for my confirmation before latching onto my nipple. I pull him to my other one till he’s fully up on his knees, mouth inches from mine. “What do you want, my little love?” My hand finds his cock, stroking him a little aggressively. My thumb slips over his slit as all air leaves his lungs. Yoonie’s head hits my shoulder as his body convulses. I’m not surprised by the amount on cum dripping off him, he’s overstimulated and overwhelmed. His arms began to shake above my head, strong thighs wavering under my firm grip. I catch his open mouth with two fingers pushing them as far as his gag reflex would let me. I flatten his tongue to watch drool steadily drip to my chest. What a slut.
“To be in you.” He catches his breath enough to groan an answer.
“I didn’t catch that.” My grip tightens and Sehyoon loses it. I feel his teeth on my skin, causing me to push him off entirely. “Whatever has gotten into you I’m not here for it, Kim. Use a safe word. Don’t bite me.”
“I’m not a Bitch.” Normal, sarcastic Sehyoon slips out, his eyes widening at the mistake. I let it go. He can’t help that Side if him. Even so, I pull my hand back to his lips, he easily invites four fingers, apologetic in a way.
“One more slip up and I’ll send you to bed without coming.” I pull him back by his lower jaw. “Now kiss my shoulder better.” He does as he’s told. “Let’s try this again.” I sigh, gripping his dick. The reaction isn’t as violent, but Sehyoon was definitely edged enough. I roll off the bed leaving him kneeling by the foot. I glance at the clock on our nightstand, I had approximately nine minutes before I had to relinquish my hold and send my boy back to the real world. It’s almost comical how little time we spend together nowadays, maddening how very little time we spend together is always with others.
“Your hands must hurt.” He straightens at the promise of release holding his wrists right under my nose. I chuckle in near disbelief at the switch in attitude, a giddy smile building from cheek to cheek at the decreasing pressure to his wrists. But with his collar on, he won’t touch me. “I know you want to fuck my mouth don’t you, Yoonah?” Not trusting his voice Sehyoon shifts till he’s against the bed, legs spread wide, head lazily rolling onto his left shoulder. Impulsively, I latch my lips to the smooth skin of his neck, licking pieces sparingly. When I bite into the soft flesh my name leaves his mouth like a curse. Scorching trails of bruises decend after me till I’m swallowing him, hips jerking into my throat. I hear him throw his head back, strangled moans rolling off peach full lips. I pull back to smile at him, wiping the residual drool from his grinning mouth. I pull his collar so his lips are against my ear. “Think five minutes will be good?” Sehyoon whimpers.
“Dear god please let me fuck you. Please I want to touch you. Take the collar off please.” In one last act of defiance, I wrap my arms around his neck to place chaset kisses on his lips. He still doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t even kiss me back without permission. What a good boy. I remove the collar and it’s like he’s alive, twirling me around and all but slamming into me.
Sehyoonhas my right arm in his hand and his left arm around my hip. His lips attach to my clavicle and he’s losing himself in my moans. The hand on my arm reaches into my hair and he bends me over. From my hair to my neck, my face is rudely shoved into the covers as the hand at my hip is moving dangerously close to my clit. He rubs and I see stars. He’s not far after me. Near an hour of constant teasing and he’s spent, spilling his seed into me, teeth sinking into my neck.
We say nothing as he dresses, frantically throwing clothes on his person, he was going to be late. He tells me he’ll be back in a few months, he loves me, and he’ll miss me, bags ready by the front door. He kisses me fully, tongue caressing mine, hands tenderly touching my cheeks and curls. “While I’m gone, practice, you hit like a bitch.” He sighs, kisses leaving us both breathless.
“Leave, so you can come back sooner and I’ll ruin you.”
