I - Literally Cant Form Any Words Right Now. Im Speechless Really.

i - literally can’t form any words right now. i’m speechless really.

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you had pretty much spent the entire day losing your mind over how fucking fine your boyfriend was looking. the black suit on the news was already bad enough but then he took it off and rolled his sleeves up during the stream?

it was simply too much. and you had let jihoon know by sending him increasingly dramatic messages throughout the day. he would never admit it incase he sounded too conceited, but god he loved it when you hyped up his looks. the cheesier the message, the better.

he had been reading them during every break, giggling at your rapid thirsty descent. and when he walked through the door after work, sleeves still rolled up, gorgeous forearms on display, you had to reiterate just how hot he was.

‘stoo-op’ he whines, feeling embarrassed at the many compliments coming out of your mouth. and like he did when he was awkward, jihoon changes the subject.

‘i’m going to go wash up and change’ he says, starting to walk away.

‘come back here and let me love you’ you follow him as he starts laughing, walking even faster.

‘seriously though-’ you stop teasing, leaning against the door frame as he walks into the bedroom ‘-you looked so good babe! kind of like a ceo. felt like i should call you sir or something’

immediately, jihoon stops. he slowly turns around, the tips of his ears starting to blush red.

‘call me what?’

‘sir’

you walk up to him and run your finger down his shirt, feeling his abs along the way.

‘you know like - yes sir. please sir. thank you sir’ you moan, doing your best impression of every terrible porno ever made.

jihoon doesn’t know what’s worse—the awful impression or the fact that it’s turning him on. he stares at you for a second and then mutters ‘say that again’ taking one step closer.

thinking he’s joking, you let out a little laugh, but when you feel something hard against you, you know he’s not.

until now in your dom-sub play you didn’t really call jihoon anything. if you did have to refer to him, you’d just call him by his name. but the word sir was sitting pretty in your mouth and hitting his ear just right.

‘again’

‘yes sir. please sir. thank you sir’ you repeat, submissively this time, as he looks down at you, eyes overcast with lust. they always grew dark and severe like this when he moved into domspace.

it honestly always surprised you how he was able to switch up so easily. the atmosphere now was completely different than a few seconds ago. there’s a sudden stillness in the air, a desperate tension waiting to be released.

jihoon brings his hand up to your face, slowly tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb.

‘you make it sound so pretty in that mouth’

‘thank you...sir’ you reply as the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, pleased with how quickly you’ve caught on.

‘such a good girl’ he looks down at your lips thinking how his cock would look equally pretty pushing through them and suddenly feels this rush of lust as he imagines your cum stained mouth saying thank you sir.

you can feel how horny he is. all this…because of a word?

‘i think you deserve a little reward’ he says, and just like that every thought in your mind is consumed by one word: reward. because jihoon’s rewards were just like his punishments—a little too much.

‘tell me-’ he tucks your hair behind your ear before sliding his hand down to your jaw ‘-do you want my cock, my fingers, or my tongue? i’ll let you choose this time’

‘your fingers’ you reply instantly, feeling a little desperate. the thought of jihoon’s slender fingers moving in and out of you with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up was making your brain buzz.

‘fingers please’ you repeat, slower.

he looks at you, raising a stern eyebrow. aren’t you forgetting something?

‘…sir’

tease

cw; lee jihoon x reader - teasing, grinding, alludes to more

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imagine jihoon coming home from the studio wearing something similar to what he wore to the bruno mars concert. the only difference is instead of a deep v he is only wearing his jacket and its zipped into a deep v. 

you can tell he is tired but the smirk on his face when he knows you have seen him makes his entire day of hard work worth it. you try to play it cool, lean into his kiss on your cheek, but quickly you are overwhelmed by the smell of his cologne. 

jihoon smiles against your cheek hearing the change in your breath. he flops down on the couch next to you muttering about how his day was exhausting, but he missed you so much. you can’t help but to let your eyes move over him. your eyes meet his eyes hiding under the hat but quickly they call to his bare chest just under that jacket. 

“what happened to your shirt, hoon?” 

your voice is quiet, but jihoon is already grinning, feeling your fingers running along his thigh over his sweatpants. 

“i took it off at the studio. why don't you like this?” 

you scoff sliding over his legs to move between them because you know that he knows good and well how much you like it. jihoon groans, feeling your body sliding between his legs, your face stopping at his chest as his gaze meets yours from below. you can feel his cock stiffening pressed against your chest, but you have your mind set on something else for right now. 

“why do you like to tease me?” 

jihoon laughs but it gets quickly caught in his throat when you lean to press a kiss to the exposed skin under his jacket. moving your mouth lower you finally reach the zipper keeping your prize from you only to catch it between your teeth as you lift your gaze to the man in front of you once again. 

his breath hitching as he lifted his hand to run it over your cheek. jihoon licks his lips, his hips lifting to press against your body as his eyes follow you. the soft sound of the zipper giving way as you pull it down with your teeth until you reach the end resting just over jihoon’s lap. with a gasp you let go and watch either side of jihoon’s jacket fall, letting your eyes have full access to all of his hard work. abs tensing with each breath, jihoon groans your name wanting you to do something. 

“now who is teasing who?

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