#leeminhosmut

Easy to Please

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Smut ^^

“Heyy you didn’t smile in this picture” you said. Your boyfriend was finally free after all the concerts and found time to take you out on the date. However, you just wanted to take a picture with him to save the memories and he wasn’t smiling.

“It’s so cheesy jagi.. do I must?” He said awkwardly.

“You look depressed like you don’t love me” you pout, making his heart flutter. You knew he was weak for you when you pouted, and it was working.

“Fine.. fine..” he sighed, looking into the camera and smiled.

“Awesome!! You see? You look so cute baby” you giggle as you zoom into his face. He blushed and took your phone from you.

“Don’t zoom in like that- it’s ruining my handsome face” he said, zooming back out. “There. Keep it like that” he added as he handed the phone back to you.

“No fair” you pout again, leaning your head against his shoulder. “One more picture?” You plead with a hopeful look.

“Fine..” he sighed and smiled as you took another picture.

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, admiring the photo like it was some rare gem- except it was, to you, at least.

Lee Know felt his heart beating faster at the sight of you. All giddy because he smiled in a photo. “She’s so easy to please” he thought to himself and shook his head.

“Do you think it’s ok if I put this on my Instagram-” you got cut off when he pulled you into a kiss, his hand cupping your cheek and his other on your waist. You got caught off guard but softened up and kissed him back.

You felt his arm around yours as he held the camera up and took a picture of you both kissing. You pulled away shyly.

“What are you doing” you blush.

“You’re too easy to satisfy,. Gotta remind you about things you should be excited about” he said softly before kissing you again.

“Lee know- we’re in public” you remind him, gently pulling away.

“Right..” he said, holding your hand and guiding you into a secluded area.

“Much better..” he said to himself before pulling you into to a heated kiss, gently pinning you against the wall and guiding your legs around his hip.

“Minho..” you say softly against his lips as he groaned and kissed your neck softly.

“I love it when you say my name like that jagi..” he said, lips against your neck.

“Minho~” you moan in his ear, turning him on and making him thrust against your cunt. You whined at the pleasure, silently begging for more.

“Baby.. please..” you say softly, bucking your hips against his dick.

“Patience baby..” he said, reaching down to your underwear.

He was about to pull it down before some people caught you guys. He reluctantly let you go (even though he would just continue, but for your sake he didn’t)

“Whoops~ guess we gotta finish at home” he winked as you blushed.

“Pabo” you called him as he smirked.

Part 1

Group: Actors

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Minho quietly sat at the kitchen table as you pulled the eggs from the pan. He was completely regretting everything even though it wasn’t that big of a deal. Minho was more upset that he wanted it to happen again than he was about the actual deed.

“Minho, I don’t feel weird about this if that’s what you’re worried about” you commented, putting the eggs in a plate.

“You should! What we did was wrong. You’re my ex-wife’s sister” he said.

“Technically, step-sister and I don’t even know her!”

“___, this is wrong” he said, looking up at you. He took in your body with his eyes and licked his lips. You wanted this man. Bad. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then you were.

“It doesn’t feel wrong” you pressed, moving to sit in his lap. His hands instinctively went to your waist. Minho tried to fight it, trying to find any excuse that he could. Before he could think of a proper excuse, your lips were on his and his eyes slowly slid shut. He could feel the tension leaving his body as you entangled your tongue with his. You could feel his penis rising in his pants and you moaned, grinding your ass over his erection.

“Won’t your parents be coming home soon?” he moaned out, his eyes closed. He was still trying to find some excuse not to carry on.

You grabbed his chin and pressed your lips back to him. As you ground harder into him, he flexed his hips and pulled you close to him. His resistance was wearing down, his mouth moving against yours. Moving things along, you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Minho pulled your shirt off, as well as your bra and groaned when your breasts came into view. He gripped the both of them, feeling the jiggly flesh between his fingers.

You looked down at him, your hips still moving against him, and moaned as he played with your breasts. How were you living without this for so long? Minho had been right under your nose for a long time. His mouth closed over one of your nipples and you brushed your hand down his chest.

With each passing second, you just wanted him inside of you. You wanted to feel him prodding at you entrance. You stood up and pulled your shorts down before lying back on the table. Minho stood up and removed his bottoms as well.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. Honestly, the question was just a formality. He knew that he was going to fuck you. There was nothing that would stop either of you at this point.

“Come on” you moaned, instructing him to enter you. He didn’t need to be told twice, immediately springing into action.

The sound of skin slapping against skin sounded throughout the kitchen and you groaned. Your head fell back against the table as he pounded into you roughly. Your teeth clenched, head rolling over the table, as you moaned into the air. You weren’t the strongest religious person but you certainly called out to God.

You could hear the table sliding across the floor, Minho’s grunts, and your moans. It all just added to your pleasure, spurring your orgasm to come to life. You clenched around his member, your body falling victim to its release. Minho came soon after, the tight grip of your inner walls proving to be too much for him.

Minho rained kisses over your torso before sliding out. “We need to get cleaned up” he said, worry beginning to creep back into his body.

“-and after we clean up down here, we need to take a shower” you said suggestively. He smiled and bent down, pressing his lips onto yours.

Group: Actors

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Minho awakened in the guest room and stretched before looking around the room. His suitcase lied open on the floor, a few clothes spilling out. He got out of the bed and dug through his suitcase, laying out the clothes that he would wear for the day. Making his way to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but to feel like he shouldn’t have come.

His ex-father-in-law had encouraged him to show up but maybe he should’ve stayed home. Minho knew that he would never find his ex-wife here, she’d avoided this place since she hit her twenties. Her father had begun dating again and quickly remarried. She never had any interest in meeting the woman or her child. Minho washed his face and turned to the shower.

After adjusting the temperature of the water, he stepped into the shower. Being in this house was weird. He wasn’t sure what he was doing here. He’d been divorced now for 11 months. Maybe he just came here out of habit? Yes, that must be it. Why else would he come to his ex-wife’s family’s house for the annual New Year’s party? After all, he used to come here even when she wouldn’t.

He let the water fall over his head, and stared down at the shower floor. He grabbed the soap and began to wash his body, the water almost immediately rinsing it back off. How long had he been touched? It was definitely over a year. He grabbed his penis in his hands, immediately sparking it to life. He began to stroke himself, envisioning his ex-wife down on her knees.

“Minho!” you called from outside of the door.

Hearing your voice, the picture in his head changed to you, your little hands wrapped around the base of his cock. He could almost feel your sexy lips sucking him into your warm mouth. The small thought that you were technically his ex-wife's sister did cross his mind but he ignored it. After all, the two of you had never even said two words to each other. You hardly knew what the other looked like.

“Minho!” you called again. He groaned, his mind changing your words into a deep moan. His hand beat furiously, picturing your naked body in front of him, begging for his seed.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Minho snapped out of his fantasy and looked around. He was so close to cumming. “J-just a minute” he yelled over the water. Had he been in here long?

“Oppa! Are you almost finished?” you yelled.

He obviously had to end his session here and hurry to get out. “Uh, yeah, hold on” he said, quickly stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. His boner was causing a tent in the towel and he cursed. He grabbed his dirty clothes and tried to hold them over his penis. He opened the door and your eyes quickly glanced over his torso, praying that you could remember every inch. You brushed past him and froze when you felt his erection.

Minho moaned slightly and your eyes widened, looking down at his erect penis. You’d accidently made him drop his towel. He looked like he needed his release immediately. You grabbed his shaft and slid your hand over it, making him groan loudly. As soon as the noise left his mouth, he pushed your hand off of him and picked up his clothes and towel. Minho quickly walked into his room and shut the door. He immediately pumped his cock and blew his load into the used towel.

You stood there, stunned by what happened, and looked at the closed door that he'd disappeared into. You chose to abandon the bathroom, your wet pussy being far more important now. As soon as you reached your room, you closed the door and shoved your hand into your pajama shorts. You slumped against your bedroom door and inserted two fingers into your opening. 

"Ah~" you moaned, thinking of how perfect he felt in your hand. The sheer look of pleasure that had crossed over his face would forever be etched into your brain. What would have happened if he'd cupped your mound? Would he have been the one with his fingers buried in your pussy? Your fingers were moving fast inside of you, your body jerking as you came.

You sat against the door, exhausted, and you started to wonder your usual thoughts that surrounded him. What turned him on while he was showering? How would he feel inside of you? What would it take to make him cum?