𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𐙚

𝟭𝟮: 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗹 (𝗦𝘃𝘁)

Surrender

Group: Seventeen
Ship: Seungcheol (Top) x Jeonghan (Bottom)
Word count: 2098

Sypnopsis: Jeonghan knows exactly how to get what he wants, and Seungcheol is more than willing to indulge his every whim.

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Jeonghan had been eyeing Seungcheol for the past hour. His boyfriend was deeply engrossed in paperwork, the furrow of concentration in his brow both endearing and irritating. Jeonghan bit his lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes. An idea formed in his mind—a way to break that unwavering focus.

He slipped into something more revealing, a loose shirt that just barely hung off his shoulders and shorts that left little to the imagination. He sauntered into the room, the soft sound of his bare feet against the floor catching Seungcheol's attention for a brief moment.

❝Cheol-ah,❞ Jeonghan sang softly, leaning against the doorway with a playful smirk.

Seungcheol glanced up, his eyes lingering on Jeonghan's figure for just a moment before they flicked back to the papers in front of him. ❝Not now, Hannie. I’m busy.❞

Jeonghan pouted, undeterred. He walked over to the desk, deliberately brushing against Seungcheol as he leaned over, pretending to be interested in the papers. ❝This looks boring,❞ he whispered, his breath warm against Seungcheol's ear.

Seungcheol stiffened, his grip on the pen tightening. ❝Jeonghan, I’m serious. I need to finish this.❞

But Jeonghan had never been one to take warnings seriously, especially when they came from Seungcheol. With a devilish grin, he slid into Seungcheol's lap, straddling him, his arms draping around Seungcheol's neck. ❝Why don't you take a break?❞ he suggested, his voice low and inviting.

Seungcheol sighed, his resolve wavering as Jeonghan's lips found the sensitive spot just below his ear. He tried to focus on the papers in front of him, but the warmth of Jeonghan's body and the intoxicating scent of his skin were quickly becoming too much to ignore.

❝Jeonghan,❞ Seungcheol warned, his voice strained as Jeonghan’s hands began to wander, sliding down his chest, teasingly slow.

❝Hm?❞ Jeonghan hummed innocently, placing soft kisses along Seungcheol's jawline. He could feel Seungcheol's patience slipping away, and it only encouraged him to push further.

Unable to resist, Seungcheol swept the papers off the desk, the sound of them scattering across the floor startling Jeonghan. Before he could react, Seungcheol stood, lifting Jeonghan effortlessly in his arms.

❝Cheol, what are you—❞

❝You’ve asked for it,❞ Seungcheol growled, his voice deep and filled with intent. He carried Jeonghan towards their bed, ignoring the playful protests and giggles escaping his boyfriend’s lips.

Jeonghan had succeeded in distracting him. But now, it was Seungcheol's turn to have his way.

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Jeonghan lay sprawled across the bed, his breath already coming in shallow, eager pants as Seungcheol hovered over him. The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, the atmosphere charged with the tension between them. Jeonghan's eyes, filled with anticipation, followed Seungcheol's every move.

Seungcheol leaned down, brushing his lips against Jeonghan's ear. ❝Stay still,❞ he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Jeonghan shivered, obediently holding still as Seungcheol reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a familiar piece of black fabric.