Seventeen bxb One Shots

What Project? (Jeongcheol)

Seungcheol pulls Jeonghan close, holding his waist as they kiss passionately. The two were currently at Seungcheol's house- supposedly working on a history project.

Seungcheol pulls away from the kiss, his hands rubbing along Jeonghan's sides. "I- I really didn't think you'd be into sporty guys." He says, amusement in his tone.

Jeonghan giggles softly, pressing himself against him. "Oh, Seungcheol... You have no idea how much I love a man who takes care of his body, hmm? And you're so..." He pauses for a moment. "Big... everywhere." He bites his lips, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes "But... I thought we were supposed to be working on our project?" He pouts slightly, tracing circles on the older's chest "Or did you have other... activities in mind?"

Seungcheol's breath hitches, holding Jeonghan's hips against him as he moves to sit on his lap. "I- I mean.. We have the whole place to ourselves." He licks my lips as he glace down at Jeonghan's hands on his chest. "My brother won't be back for a couple hours."

Jeonghan grins mischievously, grinding down against him. "Mmm, does that mean we have some time to play?" His voice sultry and smooth. "I've been such a good boy all day... Don't you think I deserve a little reward?" He pouts, batting his eyelashes at him "Unless, of course, you'd rather we study." He says, teasingly running his fingers through Seungcheol's hair.

Unable to handle himself, Seungcheol groans and rests his head back against the headboard, looking at Jeonghan. "You're fucking killing me..." He breathes out.

"Oh, Seungcheol... You say the sweetest things." He whispers, his hands moving to Seungcheol's chest, feeling the muscles underneath. "But I don't want to kill you... Yet." He smirks, his hands moving lower, tracing the lines of his abs "I want to make you feel alive." Jeonghan looks at the older man, his hands moving lower- his fingers brushing against the bulge in Seungcheol's pants "Does that sound like something you'd like?"

Suddenly, Seungcheol pulls him into a deep kiss; hungry for more.

Jeonghan moans into his mouth, melting against him as their tongues dance together. His hands snake up his torso and grip his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as he presses himself closer, his body aching with need.

Seungcheol pulls away slightly, panting. "How rough do you want it, princess?"

The younger looks at him, eyes hooded with desire. "As rough as you can handle, Seungcheol." He whispers, a challenge in his voice "I can take anything you give me..." He continues, running a finger along the older's bottom lip.

With that, Seungcheol lays him down on his back and sits on his knees- between his legs. He takes his beanie and shirt off, throwing them across the floor somewhere.

Jeonghan watches with hungry eyes, biting his lip as he takes in ghe muscular form in front of him. "Fuck, Seungcheol... You're so sexy." His hands move to my own shirt, slowly beginning to unbutton it.

Immediately, Seungcheol felt a fire burn up inside him and he works on quickly getting his pants off of him.

"Seungcheol..." Jeonghan whimpers, licking his lips "Please..." He begs, his hips lifting off the bed slightly, seeking friction "I need you now."

Seungcheol grins and leans down to kiss Jeonghan lightly on his lips. "Not so brave now, huh, baby?" He throws his pants on the floor, now only left in his boxers.

Jeonghan's hands reach out and grip Seungcheol's hair tightly "Shut up and fuck me, Seungcheol." With demand in his voice, his legs wrap around the older's waist, pulling him closer "I said I can take anything you give me."