Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Jiwoo x Seojoon: {Waist} [M]

POV: 3rd Person

  Seojoon can't get enough of how good Jiwoo always looks when he's in his work uniform. How the apron hugs around his small waist and how it curves back out to his wide hips. How he bends over just slightly to be able to reach the cutting board because he's too tall for the counter.

  How pretty he looks in the striped shirt and black apron, even if it's nothing much. How those loose pants hug at his hips even as they were larger type of pants. Right now, Jiwoo's hips are swaying just slightly as he walks around behind the counter, greeting the guests and getting ingredients. Showing himself to the world and Seojoon can't stand it.

  Seojoon's a patient guy - sort of - and he's kind. He's willing to share, and he's willing to give happiness out to the world as much as he can. But still, how can he when today's his day off, and instead of staying home, he's helping Jiwoo with his restaurant in Seoul, and the restaurant is so busy that Seojoon can barely take a break?

  Jiwoo is for his eyes, and he knows the girls in this place are staring at the tall, pretty, chef whose skin was so soft and pale that anyone could possibly desire for. Seojoon has never been so possessive over someone before, or anything, really. Jiwoo had that effect, to have people fall for him even if he hadn't done anything in particular.

  But even as he just walks around, Seojoon can't bring himself to get his eyes off of Jiwoo. The male then snaps a finger in front of him, blinking down at Seojoon who looked up dumbly. "Kang Seojoon." He says firmly, eyebrows knitted together and narrowed.

  "Oh-" Seojoon blinked, then got back to work, asking what the order was once again, but not without grazing his hand against Jiwoo's backside. The younger let out a small gasp under his breath, turning his head to glare at Seojoon who quickly walked away to avoid the younger's wrath. Washing his hands.

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  Later that night, they lay in bed together, Jiwoo's laying sideways, head in the palm of his hand that perched upon the comfortable pillow. His legs lay flat, puffing up his loaf-like cheeks. "You're so cute." Seojoon looks up at him, finally breaking the silence, pinching Jiwoo's cheeks and wiggling them.

  The younger frowns, leaning back and trying to get Seojoon's hand off of his face, only for it to get pinched once again. "I'm not cute!" He denies, pushing Seojoon's hand off, and the older lets him because Jiwoo then moves from his position. Straddling Seojoon, both hands beside his head, caging him with his larger body even though they both know where Jiwoo would end up if they go further.

  Seojoon's hand is placed on his wide hips, covered by dark blue and red stripes pajama pants that seemed way too big to even show off his bottom. His black long sleeves are big, too. And Seojoon finds him adorable. "What? Do you want to do it?" Seojoon has that look in his eyes that Jiwoo could see the glimmer in. A glimmer of desire. Want. To pleasure and to love. It's passionate.

  It gives off a sense of déjà vu, this situation, "Do what?" He's playing dumb, as Jiwoo's grasping at his shirt, leaning down and tightening his hold, but still, gentle, he whispers, "Jiujitsu?" They're letting out small laughs, Seojoon's is bright as ever. Still on as he flips Jiwoo over, pushing between his legs.

  The younger's legs are long, pushed up and his knees bent to spread them to fit Seojoon in between, even if there was already enough space. "Who knows? We'll see." The way Seojoon leans down to whisper into his ear, how the dim, warm hue of the lamp shines on them in the dead of night. 

  He looks up at Seojoon, eyes twinkling with want. There's a small look of submission that showed agreement, doe-eyes fluttering shut as Seojoon leans up to kiss his forehead, and when he descends, their eyes meet again. Jiwoo's eyes are glossy as the actor moves down to kiss the both side of his cheeks. It's gentle. Slow. Jiwoo's eyes are trailing after him with content.

  On the second kiss, the taller's arms are going up to his neck, pulling him down so he kisses down his neck just a little before hovering back above again. Their lips finally meet, and it's comfortable, familiar. Seojoon takes the arms off his neck, pinning Jiwoo's wrists down onto the pillows, making his kisses down the male's rounded jaw, to his pretty neck that got marked so easily that the marks from the earlier week were still there.

  "Don't bite on my neck." Jiwoo warns, but still, Seojoon opens his mouth and bites, his teeth marks are there, and Jiwoo's whining, but there's a moan somewhere within his throat, rumbling out. Seojoon loves doing this, instead of planting hickeys, sometimes he'd just fully bite.

  It makes the younger really look like he was his, and he looked sexy. Signs of him getting f*cked well by Seojoon, so no one would look at him and try to take him away. He only bites once on the neck, nibbling hickeys on the rest of the spaces, then trails down where Jiwoo's body would be covered.

  Here, he marks his territory. He fully takes Jiwoo's body in bruises. Making him prettier. It's a sight to behold, breathtaking, as the younger's shirt is bunched up against his chin. The older's hands trail around, feeling the shivers that run through the chef, who's trying to keep it in. He kisses at the male's pink bud, earning small whimpers.

  Seojoon's hands grip around his waist, making sure to leave his finger marks there as well as on the boy's wrist. Somehow, even as the session is slow and soft, gentle, Seojoon manages to still use his power. He knows the younger enjoys getting roughed up, even when it's slow and passionate.

  The older's hand finally trails away, turning off the bedside lamp. It's dark, but who needs light to make love to the one that owns their heart? Jiwoo's moaning in seconds, it's quiet, and airy as his breath is getting punched out of his chest within each thrust, his arms fully wrap around Seojoon's neck and broad shoulders.

  "Hyung.." Comes his sigh of content, and Seojoon is sure he'll love this man forever.

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Author's note: I love the last few minutes of TMS1 like :(