#i guess technically they're for lacing and not buttons

[fashionsfromhistory]

Knitted Jacket

1630-1650

Italy

Royal Ontario Museum (Object number: 2007.28.1)

[onlyseokmins]

strawberry & cream • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), "established" undefined relationship (?)

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, delayed orgasm (m), subby!gyu technically yeah uh huh, he's pussy whipped okay, lots of baby/good boy, lowkey i'm crying, consensual video recording/nude pictures taken, cumming inside wheee, mild aftercare!! lmk if i missed anything :)

WC: ~3k

A/N: I finally posted smth!! Was thinking of one of the dialogues in class last week lmfao and this is what happened. I'm procrastinating on everything else bc i'm unhappy w/ how they've been turning out but this one isn't too bad... turned out longer than i thought and i even made a quick banner ehehe 🤞🏻 enjoy ~

"You look like you've never felt the touch of a real man."

It's a comment that would have pissed you off if a stranger dared to say it to you. But you know who this tall drink of water is so you agreeably play along. First, taking a sip from the golden liquor swirling in your glass before smirking.

"How observant of you to pick up the fact that I prefer the company of women. They're lovely, kind, beautiful… " Your pointer finger extends to tap against tan skin exposed by the black dress shirt's two unfastened buttons. You lean in close to the tall man as your nail lightly draws circles causing him to groan. "And so soft and supple."

You pull away the minute Mingyu's eyelashes flutter shut when he breathes in the scent of the familiar perfume you're wearing. 

"Unlike you."

Chocolate brown eyes snap back open at your comment but you've already disappeared from his sight. Easily navigating through the crowded dance floor, the gyrating bodies grooving to the catchy techno beat naturally part for you to make your way through.

A large hand wraps around your wrist right before you arrive at the open center. You're swift to hide your knowing smile before he spins you around to face him, sweat glistening on his brow. It doesn't surprise you that Mingyu finds it difficult to move as lithely as you. Although tonight, it just might be the fastest time record he's found you.

"You were quick."

It's a chase and it's a game. Not the way one might think. Even with such a tall figure staring into your eyes, it's you who holds the upper hand. Like a cat tricks a mouse into thinking its escape and safety are secured, you let Mingyu play his cards like he has the winning royal flush.

Unlike a rodent, though, he very well knows to not have a false sense of security. He's well aware of who has the control. You.

But that doesn't mean he'll give in easily.

"Didn't let anyone catch me."

"Atta boy."

He preens under your praise. Mingyu's approachable. Despite his devilishly handsome features, one goofy smile is enough to put anyone at ease. Convince them to talk him up, thinking they might score a chance. But ever since this little "thing" between the two of you started, when that sly glint in your eyes lured him right where you wanted, he's gotten more efficient at blowing people off. 

Just to be the lucky one to have you.

You wish you could be annoyed or tired of him. Content to flirt with one of the many other pretty women and men vying to get your attention. But once again, it seems like you'll be going home with your little brother's best friend.

Warm hands roam your body. Eager to nudge his thigh between yours, you can feel the pleased grumble in his chest under your palms. He likes your outfit. Fingers tease at the large open slits around your waist, hooking underneath the silver double chain that decoratively runs across your hip bones. He tugs up questioningly and raises his eyebrows at the saucy wink you send him.

"Lace and beads," you challenge, "or nothing on at all?"

Mingyu wrinkles his forehead in thought, biting his lip at the faint detection of something hard amidst the heat of your cunt pressing into his thigh. "Fuck, you're dirty."

"What's your guess?"

"What do I get if I'm right?"

"Shouldn't you be asking what's the punishment going to be if you're wrong?"

"I'm sure I'll like it either way."

The disco lights blur when he spins you again, the narrow tip of your heels almost make you lose your balance if he didn't have such a steadfast hold on you. Like he'd let you go on his own accord. If possible, he presses the back of your body even tighter against his firm body so you can feel how much he wants you. Not that it's hard to miss, tight pants almost unable to contain such thick thighs, well-shaped ass, and specifically his dick bulge — especially when it's straining against its leather confines.

"Naughty boy."

"Says the one that always looks so fuckable every time we meet," his tongue plays with the tiny hoop on the upper part of your ear. "So goddamn sexy."

"Bet if I told you to, you'd take out your dick for me right now. Slip it right inside of me in front of all these people."

The change in music drowns out his reply but you can easily tell what it is by the desperate roll of his hips. Like a puppy in heat, he grinds pathetically against the thin blue material covering your body searching for some semblance of relief.

You snake an arm behind his neck to grab at the fluffy locks he's growing out because he knows you like to pull at it. Mingyu readily brings his lips to your neck to lather you in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Throwing your head back against his shoulder and swaying to the beat, he continues to casually explore. Wandering hands move upwards, appreciating the access to your midriff above the high waistband. 

Brushing underneath the swell of your chest, you hear his frustrated moan at the crisscrossed laces just barely stretching enough fabric to cover your breasts. His brain goes fuzzy with the thought of one light tug freeing those gorgeous tits. The only thing holding him back from doing exactly that is the not-so-subtle gaze of the pretty woman that's been keeping her eye on the two of you moving around the dance floor. 

Who she wants is uncertain. Maybe both? The two of you are trying to blend in, acting as if you're not about to tear each other's clothes off right now. A fleeting glance and you probably look like the average dancers surrounding you but a steady, piercing gaze is enough to figure out the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you.

"And you say you're not naughty, Mr. Kim."

He knows you can read him like an open book. "Only for you, god… you know the things you do to me. You alone. But fuck, is this a one-piece?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"'Course I do, how could I not? But how am I supposed to take it off? I like you better naked, after all."

"Who says you'll be the one taking it off?" Your aloof tone makes him whine and you chuckle. "Luckily, I know a very efficient way to undress."

"Gonna give me a hint?"

Mingyu knows you've started to pay zero attention to any flirtatious gazes when you're in his arms. Which is why he refuses to let go. But of course, you have other plans. You pry one of his hands away from your waist, interlocking your fingers together. Once his grip loosens enough, you step away from his warmth and firm body. Keeping your hand in his, you turn to face him and tilt your head.

"Your answer?"

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously as he weighs his options on how to answer the initial question asked. Your patience will grow thin if you have to wait any longer so he makes up his mind with a toothy grin. 

"Bet you have nothing covering that pretty pussy of yours."

Mingyu lets himself be willingly yanked forward by the hand you're still holding. His lips collide with yours and he's quick to brush his tongue across your lips, asking for entry. You hum in contemplation once you feel his hands wander down to squeeze at your ass and press your pubic bone roughly against his bulge. Your mouth opens slightly, enough so your tongue can poke out and tangle with his. It's a battle he's suddenly determined not to lose as he fights and wrestles against your dominance in his overeagerness.

You press a hand against his pectoral to try and steady him so he doesn't knock you over and feel his heart beating at a rapid pace. Pulling away, you shake your head at the way he chases after your lips. 

"You're awfully bold for someone who knows their answer is wrong."

"I love kissing you," Mingyu admits more to himself than you yet you catch it anyway. It had taken months for even a peck on the cheek to be allowed. Of course, he'd be delighted with whatever few opportunities he's granted to lavish you in and with a kiss or more.

"Savor it now, baby boy 'cause you won't get another chance tonight."

He's elated, smiling at you and puffing out his chest. Eyes darkening with a carnal desire at the strawberry and cream flavor he can taste with a swipe of his tongue over his own lips. Grateful that you said "for tonight", not forever. A thumb daringly smears the complementary lip tint even further from where it's smudged and escapes the desirable shape of your mouth.

"Oh, I look forward to whatever you have planned."

—

Mingyu lowkey regrets those words an hour later when his cock is still achingly hard — oozing precum that's dripping down the entire angry red length and coating his abs. He wishes he could let his mind wander to ward off the orgasm that's been denied its release but that's impossible with you in his vicinity.

Naked. On top of him. Fuck.

You'd shown him how effortlessly you could take off a difficult clothing set. To know one's surprise, you were the one who taught him how to effectively unclasp a bra with one flick. Obviously, anyone would easily shed their clothes to have a chance with Kim Mingyu, so you figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

But guiding a man on how best to pleasure their partner was no small feat. Although the man only cared to focus on what pleased you.

Of course, it was torturing him. Duh.

Even now, the thought of you simply undressing has his jaw tensing. No one should look that good getting naked. But it's you. Doing it for him. 

"Shit!" he rasps out through clenched teeth.

"Aw, what's wrong, Gyu? Wanna cum already?"

"N-no."

"That's right, I didn't give you permission yet. Good boy."

He's panting, trying to keep his senses together but they're so dizzyingly saturated with everything that's you. 

The flashbacks.

When you'd loosened the laces and let your tits bounce out from their binds, putting on a little show for him per his request. Squeezing them together and releasing before bending over to show off the round curve of your ass and the pretty little thong you had on. Lace, chains, and beads in all the right places he'd felt earlier, you knew you could wear fancier lingerie without him ripping it because Mingyu wasn't allowed to touch.

The present.

His hands are gripping the sheets so tightly they might rip but both of you could care less about a hotel's bedding. Veins lining his arms pop out in irritation as he struggles to rein in how much he wants to touch you, knowing you let him get his fill out on the dancefloor and you'll more than likely let him cum faster if he's well-behaved.

The visuals.

You're gliding back and forth on top of his dick, not sheathing it fully inside you. Alternating between jerking him off with your hand instead while you sit on his thighs so he can feel your slick arousal all over them. He's doing so good for you and you're pleased. You'd already cummed once, making sure to slip just the tip in so he loses his mind over how tight you clench around him for kicks and giggles.

He was not beneath begging for you, knowing you thrived off of it. It would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego to have such a big, broad, beautiful man fall apart and break into pieces for you. He might've even cried, definitely feeling his eyes water in desperation now. You love it.

So much that you dismount, turning your back as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. Mingyu moans without shame but this one's out of despair. He'd rather be denied any release from the immense pleasure you've subjugated him to than ignored.

"Hush, baby boy, I just want to capture how pretty you look for me. That's okay, right?" 

"Will you let me cum? I wanna cum so bad. Pretty please?" Hips jutting up at the chill in the air making his dick uber sensitive as it flops pathetically against his stomach. "Please, please, please!" 

His "pleases" trail off into a mumbled mess of plaintive begs, big brown eyes pleading. You purse your lips in sympathy when he sniffles, shifting so you can run your hand through his bangs and then cup his flushed cheek.

"Shh, I'll let you cum baby, I will. But you know I need you to answer me." Taking pictures was already established between the two of you — both having your fair share of candid polaroids and videos stored away. But it was still a vulnerable decision and you wanted his clear consent. "Want to hear it from this mouth of yours."

Your thumb traces Mingyu's plump upper lip the same way he did to you earlier. Although you don't hesitate to slip it inside. He readily sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, using it as an anchor to stabilize his breathing and try to clear the haze clouding his senses.

"Y-yeah… Go ahead."

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard." You snap a few pictures, eating up how good his dewy skin looks under the lighting. You're kind enough to not leave him wanting for too long, finally returning to wrapping your hand around his leaking cock. "Unlike this bad boy."

"'M sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're a vision to behold, Mingyu," you scold seriously. "And never forget that."

"Oh… kay."

"You deserve to cum don't you, baby? Sorry for making you wait so long." You both know you're full of shit. You're not sorry. "Well-behaved boys deserve their rewards, I'll even film a good shot of when you cum — you decide where so you can save it for when you're lonely."

"Th-thank you," Mingyu wheezes out when you begin easing his cock between your pussy lips. Achingly you start to sink down, light spasms causing your hole to ripple delightfully around the full stretch of his girth.

"As long you don't cum until I say so or you'll end up licking it off the bed."

He's so tense you're starting to fear he could tear the mattress. Consolingly, you bring his large hands up to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and tug at them as he pleases. Like his favorite set of stress balls, he focuses on kneading them in a way that has you arching your back and causing you to fully sheathe him inside faster.

Sometimes Mingyu can win in the smallest of ways.

You let out paired sighs of relief when the bottom of your ass meets his thighs. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Inside, god please, inside!"

He babbles helplessly at the sensual way you swivel your hips but you know he can't hold on much longer and want to ensure your puppy man gets his much-needed relief. "Your wish is my command."

The guttural noise he lets out is followed by an incoherent gibberish of him thanking you as he starts to paint your inner walls white with his release. It's a long one that lasts spurt after spurt with an enormous amount of tension unloading from his entire body. You ride him through it, the pleasant way he's twitching inside you setting off your own climax and milking all that he's worth.

You're quicker to recover, obviously. Tilting your phone camera at the perfect angle, you press the red recording button and slowly move your hips up. He grumbles at the loss of your warmth but you coo at him, fingers tapping soothingly where you've braced your hand against his abs for some support.

"Look how good you filled me up, Gyu." You're speaking more to the future Mingyu that will definitely be watching this but the Mingyu now is still listening. "Such a good boy."

He whines at the view he can see, the way globs of his release ooze out of your cunt at every clench you make for show. It's dirty and sinful which is your strongest suit. You save the video and send it to him once you're satisfied, noticing the way his eyelids are starting to droop.

Shaky legs carry you to the bathroom. You return with a washcloth, making sure to be very gentle wiping him down. He shifts onto his side when you've finished and extends his arm over the spot beside him, a silent invitation for you to crawl under the covers you pulled up over his broad shoulders.

And of course, you do. Well aware of how much he likes to cuddle and cling. Mingyu's a needy man all over and a large part of you feels guilty at being unable to give him what he deserves the most.

But he keeps this game going, continually showing up at every bar or club you inform your brother you're stopping by. You're not sure if you hate it or like it. You've left many openings for him to slip away and yet the man doesn't — only insisting on getting even closer. 

Not even the cold, empty side of where you laid next to him as he fell asleep is enough to discourage him. You see, you're not wrong but Mingyu's not simply needy. He's stubborn too. 

A dreamy grin graces his face at the sight of your trademark pink post-it note left on the nightstand for him. It never says much of any substance but it's not like he bothers reading it. He presses a kiss against the lip stain you always leave on it, breathing in the tantalizing strawberry and cream scent he knows so well that emanates from it. Then he slips it alongside the many others in his wallet. Right next to his favorite nude picture of you and the expired, unused condom from the first night he tumbled into bed with you.

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Wild Rover ☘️

(Sean Falco x and introducing: Irina Kostas Sergeievich)

Word count: 1900

Warnings: mentions of m!f sex: fingering, oral (female/male), penetrative, swearing, supernatural powers including possession, mediumship, ability to speak infinite languages (including to animals)

A/N: Timelines don't move in any direction but their own for the Kostas family; why would Sean and Irina's be different. Here w they find themselves in 2012. One night, THEE NIGHT, from Irina's POV

I am acutely aware of my surroundings as I lie side by side with a guy I haven't seen since I was 11 years old. But now I'm 18 and he's 20 and we're in our underwear.

His face has found its footing. Lips and mouth grew into place, but still prone to getting him in trouble. His cheeks and jaw aren't as soft anymore, yet they seem to be holding onto childhood. They'll be square and angular soon enough. But the rest?

Sean Falco has a face identical to most of the men in my life. Literally. It's a thing. But like my daddy for my mama and my pappou for my Honey, it's tailored just for me. At least that's what I think? Nearly 50 years, and they haven't figured it all out.

Yet no one has been for my uncle or my great uncle (who are technically the same guy?). Except maybe once in another life during a war that's just part of history. Or here at the lake with my aunt (steamrolled happily into this messy family).

Only my baby brother doesn't share this face, the one smoking a joint in the bed beside me. Something the “elders” think isn't necessary. Because the genetics are preserved. Rules, we make them up as we muddle along to explain all the bat shit insanity that is this family.

But I have a secret cousin who does. Have the same face? Product of aforementioned uncle and steamrolled aunt (who is my mama’s best friend, married to my daddy’s adopted-by-survival brother). She gave him up for adoption well before I came along, and she's never been quite the same in the smallest part of herself only I can find.

My family, mostly, doesn't know about this cousin. But occasionally my telepathy creeps in and gets the better of me. Some snooping with a side of sneaking illegally into some closed files, and Sean helped me find him. He's smart and cute and a total nerd. And my secret cousin is too.

Sean’s body is awkwardly extending past the edge of my twin bed as he is situated just below me. His long arm is bent at the elbow and draped from my stomach to my chest. The pointed bone dips into my belly button.

His forearm, that I travel with a languid finger, spans along my sternum. His calloused fingers expand and contract as if he is grasping for some invisible thing. I don't reciprocate, but a smirk slowly forms on my face knowing they'll dip under the lace and satin to tease my nipple.

Then he does. Twisting so that he can trace the faintest circle around my breast which I free one-handed from my bra. I cover his hand so I can follow his movements.

Now my nipples are pert and ripe and I realize I'm still grasping what my body does when it's turned on. And I am because I feel that steady metronome heartbeat in my sex that matches the one in my chest.

I guide Sean's over my skin to the waistband of my panties. There's a hitch in his breathing before it comes out of his nose in short bursts. We keep going until it's his fingers and my fingers pushing inside of me the way I've done to myself since I was 13.

“I guess you'll have to take it from here?” Is the dumbest thing I could've said.

How someone in this family made it to eighteen only making out with someone and over the clothes fondling is beyond me. But here we are. No.. Dad and his constant co-conspirator Uncle Ollie are how and why.

I maneuver my own hand inside of Sean's inside of me. Soon they're moving like one in dizzying circles. I touch. He touches. We volley back and forth against that cleverly hidden bead.

It makes me breathless how easy it was to show Sean what turns me on. How fortunate I am to have women in my life bold enough to teach me where that little seed that buds and flowers throughout my nerve endings is.

Most of my friends struggle to be ok with sex at all.

That I'm allowed to guide him sends my heart racing until Sean takes over on his own. I'm bending and curling the faster he goes until he leaves me like a slinky that hasn't recoiled. I get what it means to be.. edged.

He's up on an elbow studying me. I can feel his eyes while mine are shut in ecstasy. He’s hot and electric and there's a mass of curls stuck to his forehead when I dare to finally look at him. Mildly amused disappointment on my face which he covers with chapped lip kisses that make me giggle until he slides on top of me.

Sean buries his face in the crook of my neck. His breath is hot and musky. He latches on to my throat and sucks sweetly like we all do with the wild tomatoes that grow around the lodge.

I cling to him and giggle. Partly because it tickles, and partly because I think about the story Mama told about Daddy torturing a worn leather faced faux blonde at the corner store. Mama promises Heather was much better looking when they were my age.

Sean takes my giggling for encouragement. It is, so he lets his lips crawl over the curve of my breast where it captures that pink bud he coaxed my nipple to turn into a few minutes ago. There's a flash of what is really comfortable pain as he grazes his teeth over it. He alternates with both sides like he's hungry but it's not milk he craves.

I let my nails careen with Sean's shoulder blades before losing them in his curls. Like how I lose my hands in the soft soil of the little garden of my Uncle Ollie’s. That's the color of his hair, earthen.

He comes up breathless to stare down at me. His pine forest eyes and mountain snow Irish skin. The trees and water and woods with their old magic that drew us all here and run in our veins like ley lines. A magic that lives in Sean too he's just either suppressed it or forgotten, but I feel it the longer he's here.

“Are ye ok?” Sean leans quietly into his lilt. He's so softly spoken when it's just the two of us. The way all the men are when they're in no one's presence but our own.

I nod unable to let out the words in my head. I make it enthusiastic and smile so that he will go on. My flesh throws the tiniest of sparklers that he playfully tries to catch with his tongue like snowflakes.

Sean's hips roll forward. The tip of him, the length of him pushes into the barrier of my panties. I moan and giggle again. I'm always doing that. Then he does, and it's the most absurd melody that turns into a vicious cycle.

I'm thinking again while his mouth starts its way South for spring. The crudest euphemism I've heard anyone say. But that's what I am under him. Spring.

My brain goes back to Mama and Honey telling me about their first time. It wasn't pleasant for either of them. Painful and embarrassing and without any care for what they were feeling. I didn't care to hear about how they spread and blossomed like wild flowers for Daddy and Papa.

Now I'm here. in my bed. in the attic while Sean hooks his fingers in the cotton of my panties and tugs them down off my hips. I don't have to wait years for that man who makes me bloom.

I try to reach for his head but he takes my hands and lays them up on the pillow. I clutch the pillowcase, twisting my fingers up in it.

Sean parts my thighs. I stop breathing for a moment when he tenderly kisses my sex. My gasp audible now when I understand his tongue has replaced his lips and is searching.

I know what it's trying to find. That same little pearl we discovered with our fingers. Except I don't need to help him this time, and I involuntarily arch my back when he reaches it.

A shockwave rolls through me, but he doesn't stop. I don't want him to. I want him to keep flicking and circling and whatever else he's doing that's caught me on fire.

I mean I know about oral sex: giving and getting head. I've done it, or tried. I was timid and nervous and it’s weird putting a penis in your mouth or licking it or whatever.

Sean let me fumble my way through it for a few minutes before laughing and telling me it was ok. If I felt better about using my hands to get him off instead, I could take my time building up to doing it good and proper. And no it wasn't condescending.

Now he was the one licking. Lapping faster because I was melting. Turning liquid in his mouth. Literally.

“Falco,” I tease. “Irish boy with the Italian name. Falcons. Ravens. Loons. All outside our window.”

I told you I'm weird, but they were. Outside the window. Watching like the sable curled around itself on my window seat who keeps a weather eye on Sean always. He looks up from between my legs to stare her down like staking his claim to me from her. But I'm a packaged deal.

“You're head’s done in. If it's too much, sweetheart.” But he doesn't finish because I tug him by the curls into my waiting mouth. It's bitter and warm and I love him. I say it out loud matching his last word.

“Whot?” He smiles but it's nervous. “You don't have to say it back” I interrupt. “Let’s have sex. I want to. You don't have to love me back. Forget it.”

Sean blinks. It's plaintive and familiar and his eyelashes flutter while he sucks in his bottom lip. There's a crease that deepens where his nose becomes his forehead. And I want this face to make this look in my presence forever. And every single way my parents and grandparents look at each other and touch each other and love each other makes terrifying sense.

He gets up and picks through his duffel bag. Better safe than sorry I guess when he finds the square foil package.

“If I knew we were doing love I would've said it before I got in your knickers.” There's a near unnoticeable tremble to his hands putting the condom on. “I've never done. Love. But I do love you, Irina.

Crimson snakes up Sean's neck and ears. Then we're inside of each other the only way living people can be, and I debate the spirits also lingering outside my windows. This is better than letting them in my body any day.

We whisper to one another in Gaelic and Russian (and strangely Aramaic) until we come. Sean just hears English, unable to hear his languages simultaneously yet.

We love each other for now. I'm not sure how long we have until the Stygian Sisters cut our thread. I know it. I saw it like we Kostases can.

Sean has a demon to catch and a woman to save.

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