7PM - Boo Seungkwan

7PM - Boo Seungkwan

Synopsis: 7pm was always your favorite time of day. There was no longer a concern over deadlines and meetings. You get to slip out of your high heels and replace them with your favorite pair of fuzzy socks. The best part is when you get to debrief the day with your boyfriend, Seungkwan.

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Genre: Established relationship, fluff, domesticated life with Seungkwan so you know you're going to be pampered like a queen

Word Count: 1.7k

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After unlocking the front door, you pushed it open. The smell of your home always makes you feel relaxed. You couldn't quite describe the scent. It just smelled so good that your body was filled with nothing but warmth and contentment. All your worries from the workday were left outside the moment you stepped in.

You hooked your keys on the key holder. Your set was the only pair hanging which made you frown slightly. You were hoping Seungkwan had made it home from work a tad bit early, so you could see him sooner. However, seeing as it was already 6:50pm, you knew that he would arrive shortly.

An audible sigh left your lips as you slipped out of your high heels. Your feet screamed out in appreciation at feeling the floor beneath you. Even hardwood flooring was preferable to wearing high heels all day.

Finally being at home, you began to maneuver through your shared home. You smiled at the wall lined up with photos of not just you and Seungkwan over the years, but photos with family and friends. It's been a while since your home was filled with people. Maybe you two could throw a party soon? You dropped your purse on the couch before beginning to head towards the kitchen.

Seungkwan never placed expectations on you when it comes to household duties. His sisters and mother definitely raised him well in that regard. He much preferred splitting responsibilities equally, but always opting for the heavier duty stuff. And even if he couldn't do it on his own, he basically had a whole artillery of friends ready to call up.

Yet, you took joy in cooking for him. You always saw it as an act of love by cooking him a warm-cooked meal. Especially now that winter is starting to settle in, there was nothing better in your opinion than a dinner prepared by your significant other. Plus, it allowed you to shower him with affection sooner if you at least got started before you got home.

What was in the fridge?

With end-of-the-year projects, meetings, and requests - you and Seungkwan felt like you were being pulled at different ends. When you had a late night, it seemed like he was able to get off early, or vice versa. Most of the reaction over the past couple of days has resulted in groggy 'good mornings' and sleepy 'goodnight' kisses.

When the weekend comes, you both were unfortunately stuck putting in overtime at your respective jobs. It was rare over the past couple of days for you two to actually have an sat-down meal. That also meant that it has been a while since the two of you made a proper grocery store run rather than picking up instant ramen to make at home.

Let's see what I can come up with. Your hands reached behind you to put your hair in a low, messy bun. Your fingers gently grasped onto the handle of the fridge, opening it.

Your eyes scanned every shelf, every corner of the fridge. The two of you didn't have much besides every condiment you could think of, a few tangerines, and a carton of milk you questioned if it was still good to drink. It really has been a while.

"What am I going to do?" You murmured to yourself. There was nothing even salvageable to make a meal. You didn't even want it to be the best meal you've ever made. What you wanted was at least to do something nice for your Seungkwan.

"Honey? I'm home."

Speaking of which. A smile curled onto your lips at the sound of Seungkwan returning home. God, you've wanted to be in his arms all day since the moment you had to get up for work.

"In the kitchen!" You called back. Admitting defeat, you closed the refrigerator door.

From the other side of the house, you could hear shuffling. You knew Seungkwan was taking off his jacket and setting his keys, hearing the familiar jingle. Who knew something so simple as keys making noise could be the best sound in the world.

The movement from the front of the apartment made its way closer to you. Knowing that Seungkwan was home just filled your heart with happiness, with comfort. He has been a source of refuge, of unconditional love for you.

Once you heard the footsteps turn around, you looked over to see Seungkwan by the threshold of the kitchen. "There's my girl," he murmured. He immediately opened his arms for you. You could never turn a hug down from him. This time, you were the one shuffling along to reach him as quickly as possible.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his torso. You squeezed his body, almost reassuring yourself that your boyfriend had fully arrived home. He smiled at the sentiment but also was concerned. You normally welcome him home with a kiss before nestling yourself against you. Only on the rough days did you find yourself like this, just seeing the comfort of his hugs.

Seungkwan didn't hesitate. His arms found themselves around you. He felt release a soft sigh into his neck. Oh, today was a bad day.

His arms ran up and down your back affectionately, just holding you close. "Do you want to talk about it, honey?" You shook your head. He knew better than press you too hard. When you were ready, you would fill him in. For now, if this is all you needed, then that's what you got.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head before dropping his lips to hover over your ear. "I brought takeout home," he whispered.

You never removed yourself from him so fast. You spun around, but stood right in front of you. Seungkwan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. Seeing the happiness wash of your face is all Seungkwan needed. "God, you're really the love of my life." You turned back to face Seungkwan. Your hands cupped his cheeks, gazing up into your eyes. "I just looked in the fridge to see we didn't have much to eat, so I wasn't sure what we were going to do for dinner." "Well have no fear, sweet girl. Your dinner has arrived," he winked.

You giggled at his antics. You eased up onto your tiptoes, planting a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands moved from your lower back to his side. He hummed lightly against your lips as he allowed his hands to rest on your hips.

"Go get settled, honey. The food is already in the living room. I figured we could watch a movie tonight? I can also open that bottle of red wine we bought ages ago."

He spoke your love language.

You nodded your head eagerly, giving him one last hug. Before you could detach yourself from him fully, you allowed your lips to press kisses into his skin. He started blushing profusely, almost trying to hide his face in your shoulder. Your giggles against his skin vibrated throughout his whole body. He was so in love with you.

"Baby please," he whined. "Alright, alright. I'll go!"

You were fully detached to migrate towards the food awaiting the two of you. He watched as you walked away, the smile unable to be wiped from his face. How did he get so lucky to be in this life with you?

He worked quickly to fetch the wine bottle chilling in the fridge. Seungkwan's perceptions of love were framed around the love he witnessed from his parents. He never believed he would get lucky enough to be blessed with such a love, but then you came along.

With the trusted wine opener, he was able to uncork the wine bottle rather quickly. The soft pop sounded in the air. He was surprised you didn't come running at the sound, but it made him happy knowing you were relaxing.

From the moment he walked into the apartment, he could sense you weren't in the best mood. Maybe it was the indicator of your heels just thrown on the floor, or the way you didn't really hang up your jacket. He hated the fact he wasn't hear to mend your aching body sooner.

Carefully, he poured the wine into the wine glasses that he pulled from the cabinet. Once he saw it was filled to your preference level, he put the metal bottle topper in the bottle to keep it fresh. He also put the bottle back in the fridge, knowing you preferred it chilled. Tonight was all about bringing you comfort.

Grabbing the stems of the glasses, he began making his way back to you. His footsteps were light, so as to not startle you. You did have a tendency to fall asleep anywhere, and assuming you had been on your feet all day, he left nothing up to chance.

However, he saw you on the couch with your legs criss-crossed. You had left a spot open for him. What made his heart swell in the way you were already looking in his direction expectingly.

"Here you go, honey." He passed over the wine glass to you, which you happily accepted. "Why don't you go ahead and get started eating?" "I was waiting for you," you responded. You leaned over to kiss his cheek lingeringly once he settled in next to you. You pulled back to take a sip out of your wine before setting it down on the coaster on the coffee table. Not wasting anymore time, you bega opened up the white takeout bag to reveal the containers.

All the while, Seungkwan sat back and watched you. It made him feel prideful knowing he knew the way to help you at your lowest moments. He always admitted your independence and your willingness to put others before yourself, but he ultimately wanted to the the one to replenish your kind heart.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder once you discovered your takeout box. You began to eat as he leaned over, kissing the top of your head.

7pm was easily his favorite time of day. It was when he came back to you, that he could make sure you were happy even after the worst of days. It was when he was able to shower you with the love he couldn't do throughout the day.

7pm was when the rest of the world didn't matter because he was by your side.

In other news... I have a very smutty DK piece coming your way VERY SOON been working on it off and on the past few weeks hehe happy early Valentine's Day ;)

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The picture of chan and his mum I'm fucking crying

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switchin' for you

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, service dom!bin (woah?!?! guys i swear i’m fine pls don’t worry lmao) unprotected sex, rough sex, strength kink, choking, manhandling, degradation, dirty talk, multiple sex positions, hair pulling, creampie

a/n: my first ever commission!!!!! 🩷🩷 thank u so much to the sweetie who commissioned this <3 i’m still so thankful u liked it!!! this isn’t usually the type of dynamic i write for bin so hopefully it’s still okay!!??? but i had lots of fun writing this so i hope u all enjoy!

changbin can feel your movements start to slow down. 

his thick fingers grip your hips to help you move. you’re riding him, sinking down on his cock so good his head swims with it. your pussy’s warm and wet, and he loves when you climb on top of him and take what’s rightfully yours. 

he loves you on top, but changbin loves you comfortable and at ease even more. 

“yeobo? wha’s wrong?” he slurs, eyes roaming from your face to your slick pussy that’s slowly but surely easing up and down on his fat cock. 

you whimper, stubbornly shaking your head and planting your palms on his chest for leverage. it lasts for a bit; you ride him with renewed vigor until changbin’s hands move from your hips to wrap gently around your elbows. 

this time, you duck your head. changbin coos and pulls you down so you’re flush against his warm chest. it’s sticky-wet with sweat and blushing pretty pink. 

“no hiding, hm? what’s wrong with my baby?” 

changbin’s cock slips from your cunt at the angle, but he pays it no mind. he coos again when you tuck your face into his neck. he nuzzles his pointy chin against the top of your head to make you grumble, but he ultimately gets his way when you turn your head to look at him. 

he presses small kisses to the side of your face he can see. 

“‘m tired,” you mumble, nibbling lightly on the plush skin of changbin’s chest. 

“oh, tired? aigoo, baby.” he flips both of you over with ease, hand under your head as if to protect it from hitting the mattress too hard. changbin blankets you now. his muscular yet soft body hovers over you, and his smile is kind when he looks down at you from his new spot. “want binnie to do it?” 

“want binnie to do it,” you confirm with a whisper, pulling changbin down by the back of the head until you’re kissing him breathless. his arm pillows your neck, and his other hand slips between you to steady his cock so he can sheath himself back inside. 

back where he belongs. 

you sigh against his lips when he fills you full again, and he nods his head. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you whimper. changbin’s cock is perfect, so thick that it stretches you wide and makes your mouth water. it’s perfect on its own, but what makes it even better is the way changbin works his hips.

he knows you’re ready for him right away; he felt the gape of your hole before he pushed inside and had to bite his lip to keep himself together. 

changbin likes you on top, likes when you use him like a toy for your pleasure and take what you need when you need it, but he can’t help that he has a weak spot for you like this. pliant and sweet, needy. ready and willing to let him take care of you the way only he knows how to. 

“ahh, fuck.” changbin sits up and adjusts himself on his knees. he can see you better this way, fuck you harder too, and his hand comes up to rest in the valley between your jiggling breasts. “this body. this beautiful body, ‘s mine.” 

“yes!” you cry, and changbin grunts. 

“yes what? what is?” 

he has to know. he needs you to tell him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever hear. 

“everything. all of me! all of me is binnie’s.” 

it’s a head trip. all of you is his, and all of him is yours in return. changbin touches you as if you’re something precious, calloused hands slide reverently up and down the curves of your sides until he settles on gripping your hips. 

there’s power behind his thrusts, power and fluidity, and all you can do is lay there and let him use you as he pleases. that’s all you want to do anyways. you know changbin will take care of you as he always does. 

“that’s it. that’s good, just lay there and take it. i’ll handle the rest,” he grunts. 

that’s what pushes you to finally let go and relax for him. you bring your arms above your head and rest your hands on the pillow. 

changbin’s eyes widen. he’s lucky to have you like this. he’s blessed that you trust him enough to let go and have him look after you, and the blissed out look on your face confirms it. he uses his grip on your hips to pull you down harder on his cock, and your fingers curl into the pillow. 

“pretty when you take it,” changbin gruffs. he keeps one hand fixed on your hip and slides the other one up your body until he’s wrapping his thick fingers around your wrists in a gentle hold. changbin’s looking at you like you hung all the stars in his sky, and you nod your head when he adjusts his grip. 

“hold- hold me down, binnie, yes,” you moan. changbin’s hips pick up speed, and you’re lucky he’s pinning you down by the hip and wrists because if he wasn’t, you’re sure you’d concuss yourself on the headboard. 

“i can?” he asks, and you whimper your answer so sweetly to him. his grip was light; you could surely break free if you wanted to, but if he really puts his strength into it… you’re not going anywhere. changbin does exactly that, tightening his hold on your crossed wrists and flexing his arm. you writhe underneath him; your hands twist in a barely-there attempt to free yourself, and your cunt throbs when you realize you can’t. 

“o-oh, yes! yes, changbinnie,” you wail. your legs spread themselves wider on their own accord. 

“spreading your pretty legs for me... ah, shit. you like it? yeah? like it that much?” he knows you love it. changbin can tell by the pleasure stricken look on your beautiful face, by the way your perfect pussy clenches around him sporadically. 

“i love it! love it, binnie, love how you- how you fuck me. can you- rougher? please, i want it rougher.” 

changbin keens. you’re so good to him. his pretty baby, laying so pliant and docile underneath his broad body, spreading your legs and letting him hold you down. who is he to deny you? he puts his back into it, focusing on thrusting harder instead of faster and staring in awe at the way your breasts shake with his movements. 

he’s fucking the sweetest little uh-uh-uhs out of you, and he wants to taste them on his tongue. changbin loosens his grip on your wrists and leans down over you so that he can lick into your mouth. despite now being able to move your hands, you keep them where they are, crossed and loose-limbed against the pillow, and changbin rewards you by sucking your tongue into his mouth.

you’re so focused on those plump lips and his sinful tongue that you don’t notice his hand coming up to wrap gently around your neck. you gasp when you finally take notice of his fingers, mouth hanging open to let changbin lick inside. 

he presses a fleeting kiss to your lips, your nose, then rests his forehead against yours so that he can look into your eyes. his fingers flex.

“please. please?” you whisper. 

changbin answers with a squeeze of his hand, and your eyes roll immediately. he adjusts his grip on your neck to hold it tighter, still steadily gazing at your face and into your eyes with all the love in the world. the expression he gives you is just as open and honest as his words always are. 

“i love you, you hear me? i fucking love you,” he whispers, blinking slowly so he can watch the way your own eyes flutter at his voice. his thrusts have slowed significantly since his focus waned, but his inability to multitask just means he puts his all into whatever he is focused on. and right now, that’s choking you out. changbin’s hips roll minutely against yours, and he presses another kiss against your open mouth. 

“that feels so fucking good,” you whine. your words are slurred, and changbin grins in return. 

“you feel good to me too. your naughty little pussy keeps clenching on me, do you know that?” 

you weren’t meaning to do that, not really, but now that he’s called it to your attention you make a conscious effort to clench around his thick cock again. 

“m-more- more. say more. call me, call me…”

“dirty? binnie’s dirty bunny? ah, you like that, huh? i felt you clench again.” he’s still grinning, and it’s hot. he’s so sexy like this, confident and cocksure that he can make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. that he’s the one who’s able to get you there.

changbin’s still got a hand wrapped around your throat, but you manage to nod anyway. 

“‘m binnie’s dirty bunny. slutty- um. slutty bunny. is that okay?” 

is that okay? god… 

“you’re a damn dream,” changbin confirms, shaking his head slowly like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “you’re a slut just for me? a slutty bunny with a messy pussy?” 

“yeahyeahyeah, yeah!” you cry frantically. your hips buck up against his, and changbin finally kicks it into gear again. his thrusts turn rough once more, and he loosens his grip on your neck so that he can squeeze at your bouncing breast. “yeah, talk to me like that!” 

he damn near growls at that. he can’t believe you, can’t believe he’s got you so fucked out and desperate on his dick that you’ll beg for him to talk dirty to you. beg for him to call you names and fuck you rough. 

usually it’s the other way around, but changbin’s always capable of keeping up. 

he’s just as desperate as you are though, his thrusts just as fevered. changbin’s excited, ready to serve you in any way you need. 

“fuck, come here. come here,” he grunts, sliding out of your cunt and making his way down the bed so that he can stand at the foot of it. he tugs you by the ankle and maneuvers you until you’re perched on the edge of the bed on your hands and knees with him behind you. 

“i should fuck you like this since you’re so naughty. sluts get fucked on their hands and knees, don’t they?” 

changbin can’t fucking believe he’s saying that to you. can’t believe that you want him to say that to you. but sure enough, you reach a shaking hand between your legs to rub at your swollen clit at his words. he pops you lightly on the ass for that and does it one more time for good measure when you giggle dazedly. 

“come on, arch your back. i know you know how, yeobo. let binnie see your sweet pussy.” 

with a wiggle of your ass, you do just that, arching your back and letting changbin see everything. you can hear the slick sounds of him polishing his cock while he looks at you. 

he can’t keep it up for long, needs to be sheathed in your warmth again or else the earth will crumble around him. changbin props his knee beside you on the bed and steadies his cock at your hole before fucking inside where he belongs. he doesn’t give you time to get used to him because he knows you don’t need it. changbin thrusts hard right off the bat, gripping your hips tight and hauling you back on his cock. 

“will- will you pull my hair? you can if you want to.”

of course he wants to. tug your hair hard enough to pull you back on his dick and make your eyes water. he whimpers and whines whenever you pull his hair, and he fucking loves it. his cock throbs knowing that you’re asking for it now. 

“thank you baby,” is all he says before twisting your hair around his fist and tugging lightly. as your moans increase, so does the strength changbin uses to grip at your hair. it just serves as leverage to drag you back on his cock as he fucks himself forward. 

as much as changbin loves to take you on your hands and knees, he doesn’t keep you in this position too long. before you know it, you’re on your back again with your legs thrown over his shoulders. 

he looks so big and broad standing at the foot of the bed like that. changbin usually likes to make himself smaller when he’s with you, but you can’t help but think he has a knack for this. his hands hold you by your thighs, and his voice is gritty with exertion when he moans for you. his pecs jiggle with every sharp thrust. 

“touch your little clit,” changbin grunts. “keep your eyes on me when you do it.” 

it’s easy to comply with how close you are. your fingers find your clit and you whine, it’s so sensitive and you feel so good. your fingers have a mind of their own, rubbing quicker and harder when changbin curses as you look up at him through lidded eyes. 

“look at me when you cum. keep fucking looking at me, sweetheart. you’re so pretty, you know that? come on, you can do it. i’m so proud of you. i’m so lucky-”

and that’s all it takes before you’re pulsing on his cock. your legs spasm from where they’re resting on his shoulders, and changbin caresses them while you come apart. he could cry when he notices that sweet little ring of cream around the base of his cock. your wetness is matting the coarse curls of his pubic hair.

he’s so fucking close. so fucking close and so fucking hard inside of you. you’re a vision when you cum, and all of your little reactions and noises make him overwhelmingly horny for you. 

“‘m so ready for your cum. you’ll give it to me, right? you’ll let me have it, binnie?” and he’s gone. 

you coax his orgasm out of him with the rhythmic clenching of your cunt. he wouldn’t have kept you waiting long anyway, but the combination of your sinful words and the way you look at him… he’s a goner. 

save for your shared heavy breathing, it’s quiet for a moment while you both come down from your highs. changbin folds himself over you so he can hug you to his chest and press a chaste kiss to your spit-slicked lips. 

a soft noise of confusion leaves changbin’s throat when you start to lightly push at him, but he follows your movements regardless until you have him kneeling on the floor, eye level with your cum-filled cunt. his cum is already leaking from your pussy, and changbin watches it begin to slowly drip with sharp eyes. his eyes snap to yours though whenever you lift your head. 

“are you hungry, changbinnie?”