envy is just keeho (from lust) envying theo (from lust) for being officially with reader (from lust), bcs thats who she deserves after that asshole..... at least in my mind (not from lust)
wait that's actually a good idea lmao
y'all are not ready for what envy will be.... tho i will say keeho does have a role there too 👀
as i said in my previous post, due to a lot of things happening in my life i'm gonna take a bit longer to post fics for the seven sins series since i don't want to push myself to a burn out, so i decided to open up my requests again for headcanons and blurbs/short scenarios!
of course soft/hard thoughts and "who in piwon" are still more than welcome too, and if you need more info please check out my request rules page or ask :)
okay so i just moved to a new place and i have a few cover projects coming up so unfortunately i think the seven sins event is gonna take longer than i would like ://
i thought about opening up requests temporarily for short blurbs or headcanons so i don't disappear completely (again) what do y'all think
am i the only one who thinks taeyang would love someone with nipple piercings?? he’s such a pervert in disguise and i stand on this
(nsfw) is it really in disguise tho....
i just feel like he'd like someone confident in general, maybe with a bolder look with tattoos and/or piercings so i fully agree with u anon
especially with him being a boob lover nipple piercings would drive him crazy especially if they haven't had them at first but got them while in the relationship and he has to be patient waiting for them to heal before he can finally get his hands (and mouth) on them ahhh
also hot take but i think he'd looove a christina/isabella piercing too
author's note: i've been feeling sad today so here's a something short and sweet and very very indulgent <3 enjoy
keeho knows something is wrong the moment the front door clicks open.
maybe it’s the way he can hear your shoes dragging over the floor before you take them off and they land on the wood with a thump, or maybe how the usual excited “i’m home!” is missing and replaced by silence that feels heavy even all the way in the living room where he is.
frowning, he puts his phone down and pushes himself up from the couch, padding towards the mudroom.
“baby?” he calls out gently, and his heart sinks as soon as he catches sight of you behind the corner – eyes sunken and red-rimmed, shoulders slumped as you shrug off your coat.
“hi,” your voice is hoarse when you greet him. there’s no enthusiasm in you as you say it, and even worse, it seems like more tears gather above your waterline when your gazes meet.
this sets the alarms off in keeho’s head right away. he had a feeling you’ve been a bit more distant than usual when he texted you throughout the day, but he assumed you were just tired since you’ve been complaining about it lately, and he didn’t stop to think that something could have upset you.
“hey,” his voice softens even more as he approaches you, warm palm cupping your cheek to tilt your face towards him. “what’s wrong?”
the careful way in which he touches you is enough to crumble the rest of composure you’ve been trying to hold onto, the first tear escaping your eye as you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly and pressing your face into his neck.
keeho startles, not expecting the sudden hug, but he melts into it just as quickly.
“oh, baby,” he encircles your shoulders with one arm, pulling you even closer, the other one stroking the back of your hair delicately as his chin rests on top of your head. the comfort is immediate, tender in a way that adds another layer to your buzzing emotions. “talk to me. what’s going on?”
you bury your face further into his shirt, inhaling the scent of his cologne deeply to hold back the sobs building up in your throat. “i– i don’t know… it was just a terrible day.”
that’s to say the least. it was one of those days that feel like the whole world is against you for no reason, every force in the universe joining its forces to make you miserable. first, the weather was cold and grey, none of your clothes fit you well, and your makeup came out worse than usual. then your bus was late and caused you to be late, for which you were told off by your supervisor, and they kept watching and commenting on your every move which made you mess up more frequently. you forgot lunch from home so you had to order and it was delivered cold, and, honestly, it was one of the least tasty things you’ve eaten all week. work piled up so much you had to stay at your workplace longer, and even then there was still some of it left for you to catch up with tomorrow, the thought alone making you want to quit on the spot so you don’t have to go through that once more.
keeho doesn’t push, only nods and holds you tighter, swaying side to side gently to ground you. he lets you cry into his chest silently, hands rubbing your back as he presses kisses to your hairline.
after a while like this, he slides his hands lower under your thighs and picks you up without warning. your breath catches in surprise but you don’t protest, ankles locking behind his back as he carries you towards the couch, steps light so as not to jostle you. then he sets you down just as carefully, making sure you’re sitting comfortably before kneeling on the floor between your knees, one palm splayed over your thigh while the other rises to wipe the dampness from your cheeks.
“do you want to talk about it?”
you shake your head, sniffling, hands folded in your lap and fingers fidgeting. all those little things pushed you into the ground by the time you got back home, but you know that if you started talking about it now, you’d burst into tears, and all you want to do now is to forget about this disaster of a day.
“okay,” keeho nods in understanding before rising slightly to press his lips to yours in the most delicate of kisses, the contact lasting barely more than a second but still managing to warm up your heart a little.
he pulls back just enough to look at you after pressing his mouth to your jaw, his breath ghosting over your skin. “is there anything i can do to make you feel better?”
that question makes you pause. you could think of a million things that could probably cheer you up right now, but somehow none of them seems worth any effort, as if you’ve completely lost interest in anything today.
seeing your hesitation, he nudges your nose with his, hands moving to settle on your waist.
“do you want me to go down on you?”
your eyebrows pull together, not expecting him to propose that out of all things.
you lean your head back slightly to catch his unwavering and fully serious gaze. “i’m… not sure if i’m in the mood right now.”
but keeho doesn’t back down, pressing gentle kisses to the side of your neck between words – not enough to be pushy, only convincing you to let him help.
“i can make you feel better, i promise,” he presses his mouth to your collarbone, before shifting back to look up at you from under his lashes. “please?”
tearing your eyes away from his, you bite your lower lip in thought. it’s not exactly what you had in mind when you thought about getting home to finally rest, but your skin is warm from his affection and his hands are holding you so tenderly you find yourself unable to deny him. the image of your boyfriend working hard to satisfy you, all attention focused solely on you for once…
“okay,” the agreement slips out of your mouth before you can fully register it, and you can see his eyes light up in excitement in real time.
keeho presses his lips to yours one last time as he gently pushes you back to settle against the backrest. “just sit back and relax, okay? you don’t gotta do anything.”
without stalling, his hands find their way under your tee, warm fingertips brushing the delicate skin as he pushes the fabric up to uncover your stomach before his mouth follows. the kisses that are usually aimed to tease and make you anticipate are now more tender, as if each of them is meant to say “it’s okay, i’m here now.".
his gaze drifts up when he reaches the waistband of your jeans, hands hovering near the button but not going further yet – not until you meet his eyes and give him an approving nod. he responds to the wordless permission with a light nip underneath your belly button, and soon the pants are being tugged down your legs and thrown to the side, unimportant.
the chill air makes goosebumps rise on the bare skin of your thighs, which keeho soothes by rubbing it with his hands before gently holding them from the bottom to bend your legs at the knees, heels digging into the edge of the couch pillow as he spreads them wide enough to grant him access where he wants to be the most. the sight of your underwear – simple cotton panties with a strawberry print, that wear signs of wear from being well-loved – makes him smile to himself, his expression softening.
his hands trace idle patterns over your belly as he descends to press kiss after kiss to your thighs, giving extra attention to the places with fading marks from your last lovemaking. anticipation coils deep under his fingers, each press of his mouth making your breath hitch until he reaches the already slightly damp material and blows on it, unable to help himself from teasing just a little bit.
though, hearing your quiet whimper, he quickly makes up for it by pressing his mouth to where your clit is underneath the fabric in a kiss that’s firm enough for you to feel it but not enough to startle you, his nose brushing against your mound as he buries his face in it.
“mhm… you smell so good, baby,” the words are low, vibrating against your pussy as he drags his tongue flat over the patch of wetness, making your hips jerk upwards instinctively.
he lavishes your clothed cunt with attention, licking and kissing until the fabric becomes nearly see-through and your hands tangle in his hair, tugging lightly in a silent plea for more. and wanting nothing more than to please his poor, tired girl, he obeys, finger hooking under the waistband to get rid of the last barrier, and lets out a long exhale when he lays eyes on that pretty pussy he adores so much for the first time tonight.
he runs his fingers over your outer lips first, as if he’s taking a moment to appreciate the sight, before spreading them with his index and middle.
the first drag of his tongue through your slit sends tingles through your whole body, head falling back against the cushions with a soft moan that only spurs him on. next, he rounds your cunt with the tip of his tongue, visiting every crook and cranny he knows by heart by now before circling your clit, adding gentle flicks right in the centre every now and then.
the corners of his lips pull up into a smile, satisfied by your immediate reaction. he replaces his tongue with the thumb of his free hand as he pulls away to speak, making sure to stay close enough that his breath tickles where it matters. “feels good?”
you nod your head quickly, eyes glassy from the pleasure and leftover tears. “y-yeah… really good.”
keeho’s grin widens at that, and he lowers his head again with an approving hum. he keeps flicking the sensitive bud with his finger as his mouth descends beneath, tongue rimming your entrance before diving inside, warm muscle stretching you gently in a way that makes your eyes roll back.
“o-oh– god…”
it’s as if every lick makes him even more addicted to your taste, his eyelids fluttering shut and mouth working with increased fervour as he eats you out like it’s his personal mission.
“you did so well today.”
“you’re so beautiful, baby.”
“fuck… i could eat this pussy all day.”
the praises are whispered into your folds while he alternates between fucking his tongue into you, making out with your cunt with open-mouthed kisses, and sucking your clit between his lips, hyperfocused on every little gasp and twitch of your thighs signalling that you’re getting close. your fingers tangle further into his hair and tug whenever he does something that feels particularly good – his cock straining against his pants in response to the pain, but he’s too pussy-drunk to care about himself now.
under his diligent attention, you feel yourself nearing the climax in record time, your thighs tightening around his head like a cage. “keeho– ah– i’m gonna cum…”
but keeho doesn’t mind – he forces your legs open again as he doubles down, zeroing on your throbbing clit to push you over. the lewd slurping sounds mixed with moans coming from both of you are loud in the living room as he brings you closer and closer to the edge until you finally fall over, lips parted in a silent gasp and legs shaking.
keeho groans into your cunt, licking up the juices eagerly; it’s only after you fall limp, muscles trembling from overstimulation that he pulls away, looking up at your fucked out expression with quiet care as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
he follows the same path from before as he kisses his way up your body, thumbs stroking soothing patterns on your hips, before he finds your lips again. the kiss tastes like salt and musk, but it’s achingly tender, as if he didn’t just give you a mindblowing orgasm.
“hungry?” keeho murmurs against your lips, his gaze so soft when it meets yours that it makes you melt.
you nod eagerly, now feeling much lighter than when you entered your apartment, all of your worries seeming less devastating now that you’re here with him.
“chinese?” the next peck he presses to your lips is quicker but no less sweet when you nod in agreement, both of you smiling into it, and he follows with another one, and another, for good measure.
i know you believe in hard dom kyo but please guys can’t we see him all submissive and lovestruck for his s/o 🥹 he seems like the type to let his s/o do anything to him
(nsfw) wait i completely missed this but... anon you're lowkey onto sth here
okay so i do agree with u especially after seeing that vid where he said he likes older women because he wants to be taken care of 🥴 i think he's usually either a soft or a hard dom just like he's taking the role of the leader and the parent friend pretty naturally BUT when he's tired or feeling down in general he'd want nothing more but to just lay back and have someone put in effort to make him feel good and relaxed
also yes i believe he's a yearner top 3 piwon down bad losers
thinking about taeyang and pet play but puppy play this time… he loves dogs so why wouldn’t he be with a puppy 🤔 i just know he’d be amazing as an owner
(nsfw) OOO okay yeah i can see that
i think the difference would be that with a puppy he'd use more condescending praise and play into dumbification while with a kitty he'd just like to piss them off (like here :3) BUT i also imagine with a puppy there'd be more aftercare and the non-sexual parts of the relationship would be sweeter (less bickering etc)
