Lee Know as The God of Love for Gucci in W Korea. I am miserably in love with you. These shots are gonna be the dead of me like how can he be real with a face like that?! Oh Lord have mercy.
I can’t stop thinking about the gif you just reblogged.🥵 imagine him being pissed off, taking a seat across from you and spreading his legs WIDE.
GURL.
Your eyes would land on his lap, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth when he spreads his legs wide and angles his hips up just slightly getting himself comfortable. You can feel the heat from his skin from across the room, his eyebrows creased in anger. You can’t help yourself though, unwrapping your legs and sauntering over to him. “I’m not in the mood” his voice gruff, his staring out across the balcony. You ignore him though and stand between his legs, his eyes still don’t meet yours until your palms press to his chest. “I said-”
He’s quick to shut his mouth at the sight of your bare breasts, your loose tank top giving him the perfect view. A smirk paints itself onto your lips, slipping both your legs over his thighs. His hands are quick to squeeze the flesh of your hips, your fingers run down the crease on his forehead. “Don’t frown baby… you’ll get wrinkles” you whisper, leaning down and kissing between his brows.
His hips buck up against you, his jaw is clenched and his fingers are buried deep into your skin almost painfully. “Need me to make you feel better?” You question, rolling your hips against him slowly. Your fingers hold him tightly by the jaw, your lips ghosting his own. The frown on his forehead is back but his eyes are dark, his hand moves to grip the base of your throat. Giving you a tight squeeze which only has you rolling your hips harder against him, your nipples pressing hard against the material of your top. “Get on your knees”.