Honey Thighs
Title: Honey Thighs
Author: hyuukie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin (KaiSoo)
Length: One-shot
Warnings: Language, sex, pwp, Kyungsoo's thighs appreciation
Genre: pwp smut pwp smut pwp comedy (how could I resist the comedy)
Summary: The sexual remarks about Kyungsoo amplify when he shows up to work in ripped skinny jeans.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing
If Jongin thought about his life as much as he thought about Kyungsoo, then maybe he'd be passing his pictorial arts elective. Or maybe he would be focused enough to give customers the right change. Or maybe he would be able to remember his friends' birthdays.
"---pathetic, you know that?"
Sehun's words bring Jongin out of his Kyungsoo daydream.
The brunette looks at his silver haired co-worker.
"What?" Jongin asks dumbly, nearly face-planting into the register when Sehun knocks his hand out from under his chin.
"I said you're pathetic," the younger says again, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at Jongin, whose head is now resting on the scanner. "That's gross, you don't know what's been on there."
Jongin glares at Sehun as he straightens himself up, "Why am I pathetic?"
"You're thinking about Kyungsoo again." It's not a question, and Jongin looks away from his friend.
It's nine AM, and Pan's Grocery is opening in half an hour. Jongin and Sehun were put on cashier duty the minute they walked through the automatic doors, the two arriving early (for once). Being at the front register meant Jongin couldn't see Kyungsoo come into work.
"Hey guys," a deep voice booms from the other side of the cash register and Sehun and Jongin acknowledge Chanyeol with a wave.
The tall male has a black cap on and a huge cardboard box in his arms. He's on delivery duty. "Hey Jongin, did you see Kyungsoo come in?"
Jongin perks up at the name. "No, why?"
Chanyeol sets his box of whatever it is down on the floor, grinning from ear to ear. "He decided to wear skinny jeans to work today."
Jongin visibly tenses, but then quickly relaxes his shoulders to make it seem like Chanyeol's statement didn't just affect him. "So?" The brunette runs a hand through his hair as he leans back against the register to try and appear cool. "Sehun is wearing skinny jeans. Everyone wears skinny jeans."
Chanyeol's grin only gets wider (if that's even possible) and he picks up his box, "Yes, but they're ripped skinny jeans."
Jongin's elbow slips off the top of the machine and lands on the a few buttons, causing the register's cash drawer to 'ding!' and shoot out, hitting Jongin near his hipbone. Sehun rolls his eyes.
"I want him to wrap his thighs around my face," Chanyeol whispers and shuffles off and out of range before Jongin can pelt coins at his back.
Sehun pushes the cash drawer back into its place and steps out from the space behind the register. "I don't know why you let that get to you, Kyungsoo is your boyfriend."
"I didn't even know Kyungsoo owned ripped skinny jeans."
"Apparently he does, because Chanyeol wants his thighs around his---"
"I know what Chanyeol wants!" Jongin snaps, huffing as Sehun makes his way around the conveyer belt to stand where Chanyeol was previously: in front of Jongin. The brunette sighs, "You don't understand. Kyungsoo is vulnerable---"
"I saw him putting Chanyeol in a choke hold in the break room just yesterday."
"--- And he needs to be protected---"
"Jongin, I'm pretty sure Kyungsoo could give you a black eye with his pinky."
"--- He's too innocent---"
"Don't think I didn't see what you two were doing behind the bread stand a week ago."
"--- His stature is very small---"
"You're insecure," Sehun says bluntly. "Everyone knows you guys are dating. People make sexual remarks about Kyungsoo just to tease you."
Jongin wants to smash his face on the conveyer belt. "Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
"You're an easy target."
"No I'm not."
Sehun throws his friend an 'are-you-serious' look. "Yes, you are. You get mad whenever someone says something about your boyfriend, but you're too pussy to do anything about it."
"That's not true!" Jongin denies.
Sehun clears his throat, "I would smother Kyungsoo's thighs in whipped cream, put cherries on his nipples, pour chocolate sauce on his dick and call him sundae."
Jongin's mouth hangs open as Sehun stares back at him, looking as though he didn't just say something dirty about another man's man.
Sehun just watches as Jongin turns red, fists clenching. The silver haired male pokes Jongin's cheek. "See? Fun."
Jongin picks up his water bottle to throw at Sehun, but the younger male is already gone, his laughter echoing in Jongin's ears.
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Jongin still hasn't seen Kyungsoo by the time ten rolls around, the store becoming more busy as grandmas and moms with their kids push carts around, shopping for ingredients for lunch. The brunette is still on cashier duty, swiping items across the scanner for a man with scary eyebrows and a ridiculous height.
"Your total is fifty seven, eighty six. Cash, credit, or debit?"
"Cash." The man is rummaging through his knapsack when Baekhyun slides into Jongin's booth, casually bagging the man's purchases as if Jongin wasn't just about to do it.
"Can I help you?" Jongin asks and stares at the shorter male as if he is the most offensive thing he's seen all morning. Well, he kind of is and Jongin is still bitter about what Chanyeol and Sehun had said an hour ago.
"Yo," Baekhyun doesn't even look up from shoving eggs into a plastic bag, "Have you seen Kyungsoo?"
Jongin accepts the man's bills and change, dumping it all into the cash drawer before he rips the receipt to hand to the man. "No."
It's then that Baekhyun looks at Jongin, lips stretched over his straight teeth in a mischievious smile. Jongin doesn't like it. "He's wearing ripped jeans."
Jongin tries not to let Baekhyun's predatory expression bother him. "So I've been told."
"I would map out the seven continents on his thighs with my tongue."
Jongin is about to hit Baekhyun when the older slips out from the booth, easily maneuvering his way past the brunette.
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It's eleven and time for Jongin's break and potential switch in positions. The male hopes Kyungsoo's break is at the same time as his, but this possibility deflates when Jongin enters the break room only to find Tao shoving steamed buns in his face.
"Foop," Tao greets from the couch, mouth full. Jongin can't even bring himself to be disgusted as his mind is already occupied with other things. Kyungsoo things.
"How are you an adult?" Jongin scowls and sits down on the other side of the coffee table.
Tao chews and swallows, "Whoa there, Mr. Grumpypants. Tell me what's up."
Jongin huffs and slouches further into his chair. "It's Kyungsoo."
Tao stops in the middle of taking a bite out of his third bun, "Oh, Kyungsoo. Have you seen him today?"
Jongin's gaze hardens, eyes challenging Tao to say something sexual. "I know, he's wearing ripped skinny jeans."
Tao doesn't seem to notice Jongin's glare, "I'd rather sink my teeth into his thighs than my lunch."
Jongin is tempted to lodge a steamed bun down the Chinese man's throat.
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After break Jongin is assigned clean up duty.
The male is mopping up a broken jar of pickles when Jongdae approaches him, irritated.
"Jongin, I need you to get a ramen box off the shelf for this lady."
Jongin laughs, the first smile he's cracked all day, and leans his mop against the bucket of water. He knows that Jongdae would rather get a step ladder in the back than ask someone taller than him to reach something, so the customer must be pretty impatient. "Okay."
Jongin follows Jongdae one aisle over, to the dried goods aisle, where, as Jongin predicted, a lady is waiting, tapping her foot against the tiled floor impatiently.
"Hello, ma'am," Jongin nods his head politely and stands on his tip toes to reach the ramen box.
When the brunette places the item in the lady's cart, she doesn't even thank him as she pushes her cart along to continue with her shopping.
"Thanks," Jongdae says for her and for himself, looking relieved but annoyed at the same time. "People have no patience. She threatened to cut me with her nail filer if I didn't get the box down now."
"Well, at least it's over," Jongin pats Jongdae's back sympathetically and leaves the aisle to resume his mopping. He doesn't expect Jongdae to follow him, the older male smirking.
"I would cover Kyungsoo's thighs in maple syrup and kiss every drop off," Jongdae sings, and Jongin nearly knocks over all of the pickle jars on the shelf with the handle of his mop.
"That was so uncalled for."
Jongdae merely chuckles. "Lucky man you are, Kim Jongin."
Jongin wants to shove the end of the mop up Kim Jongdae's ass, but the other is already skipping away.
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If there's anyone to watch out for, it's Kim Joonmyun.
Jongin is aware that Joonmyun is not-so-secretly pining after Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun has worked exactly five months longer at Pan's Grocery than Jongin, which means he had a five month head start on Kyungsoo. Chanyeol told him that the older male had bleached his hair a platinum blonde when Kyungsoo made an off hand comment about having a thing for 'blonde guys' just before Jongin got hired.
Jongdae reassured Jongin that Kyungsoo rejected Joonmyun after their first date, and the (still) blonde man doesn't like Kyungsoo that way anymore, the two just friends.
But the brunette knows better.
He knows.
He's alert.
Nobody would get over Kyungsoo that fast. Not when his boyfriend is the full package. Big eyes, full lips, surprisingly deep, angelic voice, cute fingers, you name it. You could think of the most perfect person in the world and that person would be Do Kyungsoo. Which is why Jongin doesn't believe Chanyeol and Jongdae (and even Joonmyun himself) when they say Joonmyun is over Kyungsoo.
Jongin hasn't been this frazzled since the time Kyungsoo dyed his hair red and shaved it at the sides; the male nearly ripped his own hair out with all the suggestive comments his co-workers made about the 'different ways they could make Kyungsoo blush the same colour as his hair'.
It's noon and Jongin is still holding his mop, kicking the bucket around with his foot.
He still can't find his boyfriend, so he wonders if Kyungsoo is on break now.
"Jongin?"
The sound of his name startles him, causing the brunette to 'stab' the person with the end of his mop, the wet head soaking a huge spot on the front of Joonmyun's Pan's apron.
"Oh, hi," Jongin says lamely, lowering his mop to inspect the damage. Joonmyun's entire stomach is sopping, dirty water dripping down from his apron to the floor.
"Hi." Joonmyun's lips are pressed into a thin line and Jongin starts to feel bad. "I came over to tell you that someone puked in aisle three, and Jongdae told me you were on clean up duty."
Jongin places the mop back in the bucket, "Okay. Uh, sorry."
Joonmyun is untying his apron when Jongin awkwardly makes his way around him to go to aisle three.
It's not like the two didn't talk things over; when Joonmyun found out about Jongin's crush on Kyungsoo, the older gave his blessing and swore nothing happened between him and Kyungsoo, only one date, before Jongin's hiring. They weren't as close as Jongin would say he is with Sehun, but they're not completely comfortable with each other either. If he were to choose, Jongin would rather not talk to Joonmyun at all.
"And Jongin, one last thing."
Jongin doesn't want to, but he turns around to look at the older man, who has now taken off his apron and has a smug look on his face.
"So... How pretty would Kyungsoo's thighs look if I sucked hickeys onto them?"
Jongin himself nearly throws up in the bucket of mop water.
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One PM rolls around and Jongin has been rotated onto what Chanyeol was doing in the morning: delivery.
He's sitting cross legged on the ramp, waiting for Yixing to reverse the Pan's truck close enough for Jongin to unload the boxes of food and supplies.
The Chinese man's elbow is hanging out of the window, his head also sticking out as he peers behind him, slowly backing up to the yellow safety line painted on the pavement. He stops when he's just hit it, shuts off the engine, and hops out of the truck to open up the back.
"You look upset." Yixing observes, turning the latch on the door and letting the screen slide up. He unhooks the ramp and pulls it out, leading it to the floor so he and Jongin can access the boxes.
"I'm not," Jongin lies, not wanting to even bring up Kyungsoo like when Tao asked him. Jongin doesn't want to think murderous thoughts about Yixing.
"You sure?" The older preps the dolly for Jongin as the brunette comes down the ramp of the truck to place his first box on it.
Jongin stays quiet, moving back and forth to stack as many boxes as he can on the dolly. "Hey, hyung, have you been driving back and forth all day?"
Yixing nods, strapping the current boxes down to the dolly with a belt to prevent the goods from toppling over. "Yeah, since my shift started. Sehun is supposed to switch with me after. This is my last delivery."
So he hasn't seen Kyungsoo yet.
Jongin uses his foot to tilt the dolly back onto its two wheels, pushing the boxes up the ramp to the store and through the door Yixing is holding open for him.
The two continue to unload the truck until they're on their last dolly trip, organizing the boxes in the back storage room neatly. They joke around the whole time, occasionally ripping off a banana from a bunch to throw at each other.
Jongin feels less stressed than he did before and considerably happier, his mind off of Kyungsoo for the first time since the day started.
Yixing sits on the floor and leans against a box of oranges, sighing in exhaustion. Jongin is still moving boxes around to make sure certain things don't get crushed when they're stacked on top of each other.
"Chanyeol texted me a few minutes ago," Yixing giggles and pulls off his gloves to unlock his phone. "I bet he's on break now."
Jongin peeks inside the box in front of him as Yixing scrolls through his messages. There are kiwis in the box, so the brunette re-seals it with tape and picks it up to place on top of the box containing the cabbages.
As Jongin walks across the storage room, Yixing calls out to him. "Huh, I don't really understand his message, Jongin. It this some sort of thing Koreans say often?"
Jongin throws a smile at Yixing over his shoulder, signalling that he is listening. "Read it to me and I'll tell you what it means."
"He typed: 'I want Kyungsoo's thighs around my face for every one of my meals'."
Jongin promptly drops the box of kiwis on his foot.
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It's already half past two when Jongin finishes up delivery and stocking, making his way through the store to go to the prepared food section.
Minseok is already behind the counter, taking fresh wedge fries out of the oven when Jongin arrives.
"Hey," the older man gives Jongin a smile, but the brunette doesn't return it.
Jongin unceremoniously tears the cover off of the plastic bucket of cold meatballs on the table and dumps the whole container into the metal strainer in front of him.
"Jongin, I don't think---"
The younger ignores Minseok as he stomps over to the fryer, turns on the appliance, and lets the meatballs fall into the oil.
The two stand in silence as the oil starts to bubble.
Minseok waits another second before raising an eyebrow at Jongin, "You good man?"
Jongin sighs contentedly, feeling oddly alleviated after dropping the meat into the fryer. The sound of of the oil sizzling is, for some strange reason, music to Jongin's ears. Maybe it's because it reminds him of pancakes being cooked. And he loves pancakes. Almost as much as Kyungsoo. "I'm..." Jongin lets the sizzling sound continue as he closes his eyes, "I think I'm good."
"That's good." Minseok resumes chopping peppers, "In case you forgot, we don't deep fry the meatballs."
Jongin's eyes fly open in panic and he rushes to the fryer, turning the heat off and nearly burning himself. The male whips the metal strainer out of the appliance and some meatballs escape out and onto the floor.
Jongin just stares at the weird, olive coloured balls of meat on the floor and grins sheepishly at Minseok. "Heh. My bad."
Minseok carries his sliced vegetables to the pot on the stove and starts to steam them. "What's wrong?"
Jongin disregards Minseok's question and averts his attention to a young boy waiting by the counter.
"I want a medium container of mac and cheese, please." The boy says and Jongin grabs a container and scoops the noodles into it.
Jongin wraps the container in plastic wrap and prints out the price label, sticking it onto the top and handing the boy the food. The boy thanks him and scurries away, leaving conversation open again.
Minseok takes the opprotunity. "Is it Kyungsoo?"
Jongin groans and pours barbecue sauce over the tray of chicken wings in front of him.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"It's just..." Jongin places the tray in the oven and starts prepping the honey garlic wings. "I haven't even seen him once during my shift and everyone is making sexual comments about my boyfriend in his ripped skinny jeans that I didn't even know he owned and it's just so frustrating because---"
Minseok's hand stops Jongin from drowning the poor chicken wings in honey garlic sauce, the tray already overflowing with the thick, sticky substance. "First of all, take a breather."
Jongin lets Minseok take the sauce out of his hands. The brunette calmly walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, uncaps the drink, and tips his head back to down half of the cold liquid. Minseok watches Jongin's movements and gestures to the chair tucked into the table. Jongin sits down.
Minseok comes up behind the younger and places his palms, which Jongin notes are warm and comforting, on Jongin's shoulders and starts to press his thumbs into his shoulder blades.
"Sehun says I'm insecure."
"You know that we're all joking around when we make sexual passes about Kyungsoo, right?" Minseok leaves Jongin's shoulders alone to attend to the growing line of customers on the other side of the counter.
"Sehun also said I'm an easy target," Jongin wails, putting on silicone mitts to take the baked, barbecue chicken wings out of the oven. The male slides open the glass panel to dump the hot wings in the metal bin on display.
Minseok is printing out a label to put on someone's order when he laughs, "It's true. Your reactions to things are so funny, and sometimes we like to play a game to see how far we can push you."
Jongin pouts some more, his bottom lip jutting out even as he takes someone's order.
"Jongin, don't take us seriously, ever." Minseok hands a woman her box of chicken wings over the counter. "Everyone knows Kyungsoo is yours, and of course we would never come in between you two. Remember that, and stop being so insecure."
Jongin wants to pull the older into a tight hug. "Thanks a lot, hyung." The brunette hums to himself as he prepares another batch of wedge fries, sprinkling salt onto the potatoes.
When the line behind the counter clears out, Minseok and Jongin work in silence, replenishing the food that's been bought. Jongin is waiting for the fryer to finish cooking some onion rings.
"But low key," Minseok says, breaking their quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "I would thigh fuck Kyungsoo."
Jongin nearly trips and falls head first into the hot oil.
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It's exactly five minutes before three when Jongin clocks out, tossing his apron carelessly into his locker and shutting it closed. He ignores all his co-workers leaving for the day as he pushes past them to wait for Kyungsoo outside Pan's Grocery.
He's playing with his phone when a hand touches his elbow and he sees feet come into view in front of him.
And holy hell, the first thing his eyes land on are thighs.
Thighs in tight, ripped, black jeans.
"Did you wait long?" Kyungsoo asks, adjusting his bag strap as Jongin gapes at his boyfriend. "I bought pancake mix after I signed out, so we can make some." The older holds up a Pan's Grocery bag with a rectagular box outline in it.
Jongin mentally tells himself to stop staring, but he just can't.
Kyungsoo's jeans hug his legs in all the right places, and the horizontal rips in the fabric give Jongin a teasing view of perfect, pale skin. There are two tears in the left leg leading down to the knee, and while there are also two rips in the right leg, a huge hole is in showing Kyungsoo's knee.
"Jongin?" Kyungsoo's velvet voice brings Jongin's eyes to his face. "I didn't see you all day in the store."
Jongin just nods, unable to find his voice. He uses all his concentration to keep his gaze on his boyfriend's face.
"Should we go now? Or...?" Kyungsoo's clutching his bag straps in his hands and rocking back and forth on his feet. Jongin can see the older's thighs tense and relax in the fabric as Kyungsoo moves.
On weekends they go to Kyungsoo's place after work to spend time together. Watching movies, playing games, eating, other stuff... Jongin only sleeps over when they both have work again the next day, but if either of them have school assignments or projects to do, Kyungsoo sends Jongin back home to his place that he shares with Sehun.
Jongin nods again and lets Kyungsoo start walking first, ogling his ass a bit. He reminds himself he doesn't have to feel guilty because Kyungsoo is his and it's a legal right to be able to appreciate your boyfriend's butt.
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Quarter past four is the time on Kyungsoo's analog clock hanging above his living room couch when the two slip off their shoes at the front door and hang up their coats.
Kyungsoo nearly slaps Jongin in the face with the box of pancake mix when the smaller of the two turns around to wrap his arms around the younger's waist, burying his nose in Jongin's chest.
"Hi," Kyungsoo says and Jongin wants to melt into a puddle of mush as he circles his arms around his boyfriend's narrow shoulders.
"Hi," Jongin's voice is muffled in Kyungsoo's hair, which smells kind of like celery.
"How was work, coconut jelly?" Kyungsoo places a kiss in between Jongin's collarbones, and the younger tenses at the feeling of warm, plush lips on his sternal notch.
"You smell like celery," Jongin blurts and pinks when Kyungsoo pulls back to give him a funny look. "Not that that's bad or anything. I like celery, I eat my vegetables."
Kyungsoo smiles slightly and he pinches Jongin's waist, "Does that mean you'll eat me later?"
Jongin chokes on his spit.
"I'm kidding..." Kyungsoo's hands come from around Jongin's waist to rub his stomach, chuckling.
The younger relaxes into the touch.
"... Kind of," Kyungsoo whispers and Jongin looks at his boyfriend with a question mark over his head, to which the older just shrugs and leaves for his kitchen. "I'll make you pancakes! Chocolate chip or blueberry, my bread slice?"
Jongin laughs at Kyungsoo's pet name and walks into the kitchen to find his boyfriend already ripping the mix open to pour into a bowl. They have a habit of calling each other ridiculous food names because of their jobs at Pan's, usually naming the most absurd food product.
"I want chocolate chip pancakes, pickle juice!" Jongin says cutely, coming up behind Kyungsoo to watch the older whisk in the milk and eggs.
Kyungsoo taps Jongin's nose, "Then, bean sprout, will you go fetch the choco chips?"
Jongin excitedly bounds over to Kyungsoo's pantry room to look for the chocolate chips.
"Salt cracker, can you also bring out a new bottle of honey?"
Jongin can already smell the batter cooking and he automatically gets ten times more eager in searching for the chocolate chips and honey. "Of course, cherry tomato!"
Kyungsoo has two, perfectly circular pancakes on the pan with a spatula in his hand by the time Jongin emerges from the pantry with the chocolate chips and honey. The brunette opens the drawer by Kyungsoo's hip to pull out the scissors, cutting open the bag of chocolate in one clean snip.
Kyungsoo steps back from the stove and Jongin scoops a few chips into his palm to sprinkle onto the two pancakes.
"How many can you eat, corn flake? Are you hungry?"
Jongin purses his lips in thought while he takes out a plate from Kyungsoo's cupboard to rest the pancakes on when they're done. "I want thirty seven."
Kyungsoo giggles and flips the two pancakes over before tapping Jongin's cheek with the handle of the spatula. "Very funny. You get four, frozen chicken nugget."
"But, olive pit, you asked me how many I wanted," Jongin frowns and shoves his hand back into the chocolate chip bag, waiting for Kyungsoo to take out the two finished pancakes and spoon in the next two batter circles. "And I said thirty seven, so you have to cook me thirty seven."
"In your dreams, Diet Coke." Kyungsoo snorts, letting Jongin scatter chocolate chips onto the next two. "As if I'm going to make thirty seven pancakes." The older flips the pancakes over and turns off the stove, letting the remaining heat cook the last side.
"Then you're not a very good boyfriend," Jongin teases as Kyungsoo serves the final two onto the plate.
Kyungsoo tilts the plate dangerously so the top pancake slides over to the edge of the dish, "Want to say that again, pop tart? I'm not a very good what now?"
Jongin shakes his head furiously and grabs the honey off of the counter, "You're the best, gummy worm! What would I do without you?"
Kyungsoo smirks and leads the way to the dining room. "Damn right, that's what I thought."
Jongin takes a seat on one of Kyungsoo's wooden chairs as his boyfriend sets the plate of pancakes down and goes to fetch utensils. The brunette is unscrewing the cap off the bottle of honey to remove the seal when Kyungsoo comes back and puts the fork and knife beside the plate of pancakes.
"I'll do that." Kyungsoo takes the bottle from Jongin before the younger can even begin to scratch up the sides.
"Sit down, cheesecake," Jongin pats the seat beside him, but Kyungsoo plops himself down in the younger's lap instead, focus never leaving the honey seal.
Jongin stills, suddenly aware of Kyungsoo's thighs draped over his and the ass that's now parked directly on top of his crotch. And then he remembers the jeans, because now those rips in his boyfriend's pants are up close and personal; if Jongin wanted to he could just lift a finger and run it down every centimetre of exposed skin.
He's abruptly reminded of all his co-workers' comments about his boyfriend in these jeans.
"I got it open!" Kyungsoo squeals triumphantly, and Jongin doesn't even register the words until there's a golden substance on the place he's staring intently at.
"Oops," Kyungsoo's voice says, but Jongin is still staring his thighs, because now there's a huge glob of honey running down the very rip the younger was eying. The thick substance is covering the tops of Kyungsoo's thighs and pooling in the space where his legs are pressed together, dripping down the sides and along the tears in his pants.
Jongin feels his throat go dry, unable to form a coherent sentence let alone a coherent thought. He whimpers when Kyungsoo shifts in his lap.
"Let me just," Kyungsoo wiggles around a little bit more and Jongin groans, sure that the older is doing this on purpose now. The brunette lifts his hands to grip Kyungsoo's hips, but the male is off of his lap, taking his warmth and glorious thighs with him.
Kyungsoo unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper. Before Jongin can process what his boyfriend is doing, the older is standing in front of him in his boxers with his pants kicked to the side.
"In case you were wondering," Kyungsoo swings a leg over Jongin's own and stradles the younger, lowering himself to sit comfortably on the brunette's growing arousal. "That wasn't an accident. And neither is this."
Kyungsoo picks up the bottle of honey again and doesn't hesitate in turning it over to drizzle it o his naked thighs. Jongin's breathing quickens, mind cloudy as Kyungso swipes a finger in a strip of honey to bring to his lips, setting the bottle down on the table.
Jongin watches Kyungsoo's index finger disappear into his mouth, the latter sucking the honey off and making obscene smacking noises.
Kyungsoo releases his finger with a pop, eyes dark and never leaving Jongin's own wide, brown orbs.
"Do you need me to pull down your pants and sit on your cock?" Kyungsoo rolls his eyes as his runs his hands through Jongin's hair, blunt fingernails lightly scraping against his scalp. "Fuck me already, peach yogurt!"
Jongin doesn't need to be told twice. The younger stands up from his seat, erection lined in the cleft of Kyungsoo's ass as the smaller male wraps his legs around Jongin's waist so he doesn't fall.
Jongin leans forward to connect their lips together and slam the older onto the dining table. Kyungsoo releases his hold around Jongin's mid section, thighs peeling away from Jongin's shirt due to the honey. He spreads his legs open, cock straining against the thin cotton of his underwear.
Jongin traces the outline of Kyungsoo's arousal through his underwear as he pushes his tongue into the other's mouth, the two battling for dominance.
"There are pancakes underneath me," Kyungsoo states breathlessly, squirming uncomfortably.
"God, I love pancakes," Jongin breathes out onto Kyungsoo's neck, using both his hands to squeeze his boyfriend's honey slicked thighs as his lips attach themselves to pale skin.
Kyungsoo arches up into Jongin's touch, pushing down to the feeling of the hands kneading his thighs and up to press his body flush against Jongin's front.
Jongin releases one of Kyungsoo's thighs to push the pancakes underneath the older to the side while his back is arched. When the plate of pancakes is gotten rid of to the side, Jongin lets his weight fall onto Kyungsoo's body so the black haired male is sandwiched between him and the table.
Kyungsoo tugs at Jongin's shirt while the latter tugs at the older's underwear. "Take it off, just take it all off," Kyungsoo pants, pressing his shoulders into the table to lift his hips up for Jongin to slide his boxers down.
Jongin takes his time, pulling down Kyungsoo's underwear slowly. His boyfriend bites his lip when his cock springs free from the confines of the cotton, the heels of Jongin's palms dragging down his legs as the garment is steadily removed.
"You're sticky," Jongin mutters, flinging Kyungsoo's underwear behind him. Jongin then gulps as he stares down at his boyfriend spread out in front of him on the table, like the sweetest dessert he's ever been offered. Kyungsoo is flushed pink all over, his shirt lifted to expose his bellybutton where his erection is hard against his stomach and his thighs are glistening with honey. "I don't know where to put my hands first, or my mouth."
"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo demands and sits up to pull Jongin's shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with all their other discarded clothes. "Just touch me!"
"I mean," Jongin takes off Kyungsoo's shirt as well so the older is completely naked and sitting on the table. The younger hooks his hands under his boyfriend's armpits, using his thumbs to brush over pink nipples as he pushes Kyungsoo back down on the table. "I want to suck your dick."
When Kyungsoo is lying down on the table again, legs hanging over the edge, Jongin continues to rub the older's nipples as he leans down to lick a stripe up the underside of his boyfriend's cock.
Kyungsoo moans, hands finding their way to Jongin's hair again.
"But I also want to worship your honeyed thighs," Jongin's hands leave Kyungsoo's chest to hook under the older's knees, pushing his legs up and towards the surface of the table so his boyfriend's butt is hovering in the air. Jongin can see everything. The view is amazing.
"Do what you want, do anything," Kyungsoo pleads, not feeling the least bit embarrassed by the position but rather impatient. "What do you want?"
I want him to wrap his thighs around my face.
I would map out the seven continents on his thighs with my tongue.
I would cover Kyungsoo's thighs in maple syrup and kiss every drop off.
I would thigh fuck Kyungsoo.
Jongin swallows thickly, because it's hit him. His co-workers can tell him about the ninety nine ways they would sex Kyungsoo up, but he's the one who gets to do it for real, he's the only one who's able to see Kyungsoo splayed out so beautifully.
"I want to thigh fuck you." Jongin mumbles shakily, half expecting Kyungsoo to say no.
The older stares up at him through his legs but doesn't say anything.
Jongin's grip on Kyungsoo's knees tighten.
Kyungsoo reaches around himself to pick up the forgotten honey bottle. "Take off your pants," he licks his lips as Jongin sets his butt back down on the table so the younger can unbutton and shimmy out of his jeans.
Kyungsoo sits up and scoots closer to the edge of the table, squeezing almost half the contents of the honey bottle onto his thighs. The raven haired man slathers the honey all over; down to his knees and up to his pelvis. When he's done smearing the substance on his legs, Kyungsoo brings one honeyed hand to his own cock and the other fists Jongins.
"Then thigh fuck me," Kyungsoo's hand slides easily up Jongin's shaft to the head, his thumb swiping over the tip to mix the pre-cum at the slit with the sticky honey.
Jongin gasps and lunges forward to take handfuls of Kyungsoo's thighs again, now sleek with honey. The younger pushes and holds his boyfriend's knees together, ogling the slightest thigh gap that Kyungsoo is sporting.
Kyungsoo, hand still moving up and down Jongin's cock, guides the younger's erection to the backs of his closed thighs and lets go, leaning back onto his elbows on the table.
Jongin pushes his cock in between Kyungsoo's thighs and the older's breath hitches at the feeling, strange and new but definitely welcome. Kyungsoo's calves are resting on Jongin's broad shoulders, the male trying to concentrate on keeping his kness pressed together to allow minimum space between his thighs as Jongin moves his hips in and out.
The pre-cum and honey on Kyungsoo's thighs around Jongin's cock makes the younger feel that familiar heat pooling in his belly and at the base of his spine. Jongin can't lean down to kiss Kyungsoo's lips with the position they're in without getting kneed in the nose, but he can see his boyfriend's hand jacking himself off.
"This feels," Jongin moans as he bends his knees to angle himself so that when his erection glides through Kyungsoo's thighs, it presses against the other male's hard cock, providing friction at the base and for his balls when Kyungsoo's own hand is at the swollen head. "This feels fucking amazing."
"Ugh, don't stop," Kyungsoo begs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
The sight of Kyungsoo's head thrown back in pleasure, lip between his teeth, hand fisting his dick, and the sound of Kyungsoo's mewls combined with the feeling of his sticky, warm thighs tensing around his cock has Jongin seeing white behind his eyelids.
The younger orgasms with a shout, come splattering onto Kyungsoo's hand, chest, and thighs.
Kyungsoo whimpers at the feeling of the hot semen, and Jongin wastes no time in forcing his boyfriend's legs apart to run the flat of his tongue along the dark haired male's thighs to taste the honey.
"J-Jongin," Kyungsoo stutters out, looking down to see Jongin staring up at him through hooded eyes, wet tongue sticking out to draw figures of eight on his skin.
Jongin sucks a spot on Kyungsoo's inner thigh, teeth grazing over the sticky skin. Kyungsoo's wrist flicks up on his cock and he comes with a scream, body convulsing with pleasure.
Jongin gives Kyungsoo's thighs once last suck and a squeeze before he moves up to lie on top of his boyfriend. "You're mine," he murmurs possesively into Kyungsoo abdomen, and Kyungsoo grins.
They stay like that for a bit, Kyungsoo's knees hanging off the table and Jongin half lying on the older as his legs are too week to hold himself up.
"Oh my God, I'm so gross," Kyungsoo frowns down at his boyfriend's mop of brown hair, "Jongin, get up or you're going to be glued to me if you stay here."
"What if I want to be glued to you?" Jongin says tiredly, not showing any signs of moving. "Then we can be together forever."
"Don't make me slap you with a pancake," Kyungsoo threatens and Jongin reluctantly pushes himself up.
The brunette takes Kyungsoo's hands in his to pull the older up as well, so now Jongin is standing between his boyfriend's legs and Kyungsoo is still sitting on the table.
"Ugh," Kyungsoo shudders, "I can feel everything drying!"
"Let's go shower," Jongin suggests and brushes Kyungsoo's sweat slicked fringe away from his forehead to press a kiss to the older's hairline. "And then we eat pancakes for real."
"Okay. Go warm up the water, I'll shove our clothes in the washer before I join you."
Jongin grins and gives Kyungsoo a sweet kiss on the lips before pulling away. "You're not allowed to wear those pants to work ever again, by the way."
Kyungsoo chuckles, "Tough day at work?"
"You don't even know." Jongin sighs and exits the dining room. "I didn't even know you owned ripped skinny jeans." The younger shouts as he's padding down the hallway to Kyungsoo's bathroom.
"Um, yeah," Kyungsoo calls after him, sifting through the things in his bag for his phone, "They're new. Just bought them."
"Oh, okay," is Jongin's answer and then Kyungsoo hears the water turn on.
The male runs to the kitchen to rinse his hands of the honey and cum before he crouches down with his phone in his hands, quickly typing out a message.
[To: Byun Baekhyung
thx for the jeans, but u may not want them back]
[To: Kyungbutt <3
idk ur ass has been in them so maybe i do want them back]
[To: Byun Baekhyung
ur disgusting.]
[To: Kyungbutt <3
and ur thighs are sexy]
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, putting his phone down on the kitchen counter. He reminds himself to thank Baekhyun in person tomorrow at work for jeans as he runs to join his boyfriend in the shower.
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A/N: I'm sorry not sorry. Kyungsoo's thighs are love. Kyungsoo's thighs are life. Even though I fail at writing smut idek I love them SooThighs
I'm sorry if this is a complete fail, idk how to write things. T^T (This is 6,632 words of word vomit from a pervert.)
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Thank you for reading, lovelies, hope you enjoyed <3
Author: hyuukie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin (KaiSoo)
Length: One-shot
Warnings: Language, sex, pwp, Kyungsoo's thighs appreciation
Genre: pwp smut pwp smut pwp comedy (how could I resist the comedy)
Summary: The sexual remarks about Kyungsoo amplify when he shows up to work in ripped skinny jeans.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing
If Jongin thought about his life as much as he thought about Kyungsoo, then maybe he'd be passing his pictorial arts elective. Or maybe he would be focused enough to give customers the right change. Or maybe he would be able to remember his friends' birthdays.
"---pathetic, you know that?"
Sehun's words bring Jongin out of his Kyungsoo daydream.
The brunette looks at his silver haired co-worker.
"What?" Jongin asks dumbly, nearly face-planting into the register when Sehun knocks his hand out from under his chin.
"I said you're pathetic," the younger says again, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at Jongin, whose head is now resting on the scanner. "That's gross, you don't know what's been on there."
Jongin glares at Sehun as he straightens himself up, "Why am I pathetic?"
"You're thinking about Kyungsoo again." It's not a question, and Jongin looks away from his friend.
It's nine AM, and Pan's Grocery is opening in half an hour. Jongin and Sehun were put on cashier duty the minute they walked through the automatic doors, the two arriving early (for once). Being at the front register meant Jongin couldn't see Kyungsoo come into work.
"Hey guys," a deep voice booms from the other side of the cash register and Sehun and Jongin acknowledge Chanyeol with a wave.
The tall male has a black cap on and a huge cardboard box in his arms. He's on delivery duty. "Hey Jongin, did you see Kyungsoo come in?"
Jongin perks up at the name. "No, why?"
Chanyeol sets his box of whatever it is down on the floor, grinning from ear to ear. "He decided to wear skinny jeans to work today."
Jongin visibly tenses, but then quickly relaxes his shoulders to make it seem like Chanyeol's statement didn't just affect him. "So?" The brunette runs a hand through his hair as he leans back against the register to try and appear cool. "Sehun is wearing skinny jeans. Everyone wears skinny jeans."
Chanyeol's grin only gets wider (if that's even possible) and he picks up his box, "Yes, but they're ripped skinny jeans."
Jongin's elbow slips off the top of the machine and lands on the a few buttons, causing the register's cash drawer to 'ding!' and shoot out, hitting Jongin near his hipbone. Sehun rolls his eyes.
"I want him to wrap his thighs around my face," Chanyeol whispers and shuffles off and out of range before Jongin can pelt coins at his back.
Sehun pushes the cash drawer back into its place and steps out from the space behind the register. "I don't know why you let that get to you, Kyungsoo is your boyfriend."
"I didn't even know Kyungsoo owned ripped skinny jeans."
"Apparently he does, because Chanyeol wants his thighs around his---"
"I know what Chanyeol wants!" Jongin snaps, huffing as Sehun makes his way around the conveyer belt to stand where Chanyeol was previously: in front of Jongin. The brunette sighs, "You don't understand. Kyungsoo is vulnerable---"
"I saw him putting Chanyeol in a choke hold in the break room just yesterday."
"--- And he needs to be protected---"
"Jongin, I'm pretty sure Kyungsoo could give you a black eye with his pinky."
"--- He's too innocent---"
"Don't think I didn't see what you two were doing behind the bread stand a week ago."
"--- His stature is very small---"
"You're insecure," Sehun says bluntly. "Everyone knows you guys are dating. People make sexual remarks about Kyungsoo just to tease you."
Jongin wants to smash his face on the conveyer belt. "Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
"You're an easy target."
"No I'm not."
Sehun throws his friend an 'are-you-serious' look. "Yes, you are. You get mad whenever someone says something about your boyfriend, but you're too pussy to do anything about it."
"That's not true!" Jongin denies.
Sehun clears his throat, "I would smother Kyungsoo's thighs in whipped cream, put cherries on his nipples, pour chocolate sauce on his dick and call him sundae."
Jongin's mouth hangs open as Sehun stares back at him, looking as though he didn't just say something dirty about another man's man.
Sehun just watches as Jongin turns red, fists clenching. The silver haired male pokes Jongin's cheek. "See? Fun."
Jongin picks up his water bottle to throw at Sehun, but the younger male is already gone, his laughter echoing in Jongin's ears.
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Jongin still hasn't seen Kyungsoo by the time ten rolls around, the store becoming more busy as grandmas and moms with their kids push carts around, shopping for ingredients for lunch. The brunette is still on cashier duty, swiping items across the scanner for a man with scary eyebrows and a ridiculous height.
"Your total is fifty seven, eighty six. Cash, credit, or debit?"
"Cash." The man is rummaging through his knapsack when Baekhyun slides into Jongin's booth, casually bagging the man's purchases as if Jongin wasn't just about to do it.
"Can I help you?" Jongin asks and stares at the shorter male as if he is the most offensive thing he's seen all morning. Well, he kind of is and Jongin is still bitter about what Chanyeol and Sehun had said an hour ago.
"Yo," Baekhyun doesn't even look up from shoving eggs into a plastic bag, "Have you seen Kyungsoo?"
Jongin accepts the man's bills and change, dumping it all into the cash drawer before he rips the receipt to hand to the man. "No."
It's then that Baekhyun looks at Jongin, lips stretched over his straight teeth in a mischievious smile. Jongin doesn't like it. "He's wearing ripped jeans."
Jongin tries not to let Baekhyun's predatory expression bother him. "So I've been told."
"I would map out the seven continents on his thighs with my tongue."
Jongin is about to hit Baekhyun when the older slips out from the booth, easily maneuvering his way past the brunette.
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It's eleven and time for Jongin's break and potential switch in positions. The male hopes Kyungsoo's break is at the same time as his, but this possibility deflates when Jongin enters the break room only to find Tao shoving steamed buns in his face.
"Foop," Tao greets from the couch, mouth full. Jongin can't even bring himself to be disgusted as his mind is already occupied with other things. Kyungsoo things.
"How are you an adult?" Jongin scowls and sits down on the other side of the coffee table.
Tao chews and swallows, "Whoa there, Mr. Grumpypants. Tell me what's up."
Jongin huffs and slouches further into his chair. "It's Kyungsoo."
Tao stops in the middle of taking a bite out of his third bun, "Oh, Kyungsoo. Have you seen him today?"
Jongin's gaze hardens, eyes challenging Tao to say something sexual. "I know, he's wearing ripped skinny jeans."
Tao doesn't seem to notice Jongin's glare, "I'd rather sink my teeth into his thighs than my lunch."
Jongin is tempted to lodge a steamed bun down the Chinese man's throat.
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After break Jongin is assigned clean up duty.
The male is mopping up a broken jar of pickles when Jongdae approaches him, irritated.
"Jongin, I need you to get a ramen box off the shelf for this lady."
Jongin laughs, the first smile he's cracked all day, and leans his mop against the bucket of water. He knows that Jongdae would rather get a step ladder in the back than ask someone taller than him to reach something, so the customer must be pretty impatient. "Okay."
Jongin follows Jongdae one aisle over, to the dried goods aisle, where, as Jongin predicted, a lady is waiting, tapping her foot against the tiled floor impatiently.
"Hello, ma'am," Jongin nods his head politely and stands on his tip toes to reach the ramen box.
When the brunette places the item in the lady's cart, she doesn't even thank him as she pushes her cart along to continue with her shopping.
"Thanks," Jongdae says for her and for himself, looking relieved but annoyed at the same time. "People have no patience. She threatened to cut me with her nail filer if I didn't get the box down now."
"Well, at least it's over," Jongin pats Jongdae's back sympathetically and leaves the aisle to resume his mopping. He doesn't expect Jongdae to follow him, the older male smirking.
"I would cover Kyungsoo's thighs in maple syrup and kiss every drop off," Jongdae sings, and Jongin nearly knocks over all of the pickle jars on the shelf with the handle of his mop.
"That was so uncalled for."
Jongdae merely chuckles. "Lucky man you are, Kim Jongin."
Jongin wants to shove the end of the mop up Kim Jongdae's ass, but the other is already skipping away.
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If there's anyone to watch out for, it's Kim Joonmyun.
Jongin is aware that Joonmyun is not-so-secretly pining after Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun has worked exactly five months longer at Pan's Grocery than Jongin, which means he had a five month head start on Kyungsoo. Chanyeol told him that the older male had bleached his hair a platinum blonde when Kyungsoo made an off hand comment about having a thing for 'blonde guys' just before Jongin got hired.
Jongdae reassured Jongin that Kyungsoo rejected Joonmyun after their first date, and the (still) blonde man doesn't like Kyungsoo that way anymore, the two just friends.
But the brunette knows better.
He knows.
He's alert.
Nobody would get over Kyungsoo that fast. Not when his boyfriend is the full package. Big eyes, full lips, surprisingly deep, angelic voice, cute fingers, you name it. You could think of the most perfect person in the world and that person would be Do Kyungsoo. Which is why Jongin doesn't believe Chanyeol and Jongdae (and even Joonmyun himself) when they say Joonmyun is over Kyungsoo.
Jongin hasn't been this frazzled since the time Kyungsoo dyed his hair red and shaved it at the sides; the male nearly ripped his own hair out with all the suggestive comments his co-workers made about the 'different ways they could make Kyungsoo blush the same colour as his hair'.
It's noon and Jongin is still holding his mop, kicking the bucket around with his foot.
He still can't find his boyfriend, so he wonders if Kyungsoo is on break now.
"Jongin?"
The sound of his name startles him, causing the brunette to 'stab' the person with the end of his mop, the wet head soaking a huge spot on the front of Joonmyun's Pan's apron.
"Oh, hi," Jongin says lamely, lowering his mop to inspect the damage. Joonmyun's entire stomach is sopping, dirty water dripping down from his apron to the floor.
"Hi." Joonmyun's lips are pressed into a thin line and Jongin starts to feel bad. "I came over to tell you that someone puked in aisle three, and Jongdae told me you were on clean up duty."
Jongin places the mop back in the bucket, "Okay. Uh, sorry."
Joonmyun is untying his apron when Jongin awkwardly makes his way around him to go to aisle three.
It's not like the two didn't talk things over; when Joonmyun found out about Jongin's crush on Kyungsoo, the older gave his blessing and swore nothing happened between him and Kyungsoo, only one date, before Jongin's hiring. They weren't as close as Jongin would say he is with Sehun, but they're not completely comfortable with each other either. If he were to choose, Jongin would rather not talk to Joonmyun at all.
"And Jongin, one last thing."
Jongin doesn't want to, but he turns around to look at the older man, who has now taken off his apron and has a smug look on his face.
"So... How pretty would Kyungsoo's thighs look if I sucked hickeys onto them?"
Jongin himself nearly throws up in the bucket of mop water.
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One PM rolls around and Jongin has been rotated onto what Chanyeol was doing in the morning: delivery.
He's sitting cross legged on the ramp, waiting for Yixing to reverse the Pan's truck close enough for Jongin to unload the boxes of food and supplies.
The Chinese man's elbow is hanging out of the window, his head also sticking out as he peers behind him, slowly backing up to the yellow safety line painted on the pavement. He stops when he's just hit it, shuts off the engine, and hops out of the truck to open up the back.
"You look upset." Yixing observes, turning the latch on the door and letting the screen slide up. He unhooks the ramp and pulls it out, leading it to the floor so he and Jongin can access the boxes.
"I'm not," Jongin lies, not wanting to even bring up Kyungsoo like when Tao asked him. Jongin doesn't want to think murderous thoughts about Yixing.
"You sure?" The older preps the dolly for Jongin as the brunette comes down the ramp of the truck to place his first box on it.
Jongin stays quiet, moving back and forth to stack as many boxes as he can on the dolly. "Hey, hyung, have you been driving back and forth all day?"
Yixing nods, strapping the current boxes down to the dolly with a belt to prevent the goods from toppling over. "Yeah, since my shift started. Sehun is supposed to switch with me after. This is my last delivery."
So he hasn't seen Kyungsoo yet.
Jongin uses his foot to tilt the dolly back onto its two wheels, pushing the boxes up the ramp to the store and through the door Yixing is holding open for him.
The two continue to unload the truck until they're on their last dolly trip, organizing the boxes in the back storage room neatly. They joke around the whole time, occasionally ripping off a banana from a bunch to throw at each other.
Jongin feels less stressed than he did before and considerably happier, his mind off of Kyungsoo for the first time since the day started.
Yixing sits on the floor and leans against a box of oranges, sighing in exhaustion. Jongin is still moving boxes around to make sure certain things don't get crushed when they're stacked on top of each other.
"Chanyeol texted me a few minutes ago," Yixing giggles and pulls off his gloves to unlock his phone. "I bet he's on break now."
Jongin peeks inside the box in front of him as Yixing scrolls through his messages. There are kiwis in the box, so the brunette re-seals it with tape and picks it up to place on top of the box containing the cabbages.
As Jongin walks across the storage room, Yixing calls out to him. "Huh, I don't really understand his message, Jongin. It this some sort of thing Koreans say often?"
Jongin throws a smile at Yixing over his shoulder, signalling that he is listening. "Read it to me and I'll tell you what it means."
"He typed: 'I want Kyungsoo's thighs around my face for every one of my meals'."
Jongin promptly drops the box of kiwis on his foot.
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It's already half past two when Jongin finishes up delivery and stocking, making his way through the store to go to the prepared food section.
Minseok is already behind the counter, taking fresh wedge fries out of the oven when Jongin arrives.
"Hey," the older man gives Jongin a smile, but the brunette doesn't return it.
Jongin unceremoniously tears the cover off of the plastic bucket of cold meatballs on the table and dumps the whole container into the metal strainer in front of him.
"Jongin, I don't think---"
The younger ignores Minseok as he stomps over to the fryer, turns on the appliance, and lets the meatballs fall into the oil.
The two stand in silence as the oil starts to bubble.
Minseok waits another second before raising an eyebrow at Jongin, "You good man?"
Jongin sighs contentedly, feeling oddly alleviated after dropping the meat into the fryer. The sound of of the oil sizzling is, for some strange reason, music to Jongin's ears. Maybe it's because it reminds him of pancakes being cooked. And he loves pancakes. Almost as much as Kyungsoo. "I'm..." Jongin lets the sizzling sound continue as he closes his eyes, "I think I'm good."
"That's good." Minseok resumes chopping peppers, "In case you forgot, we don't deep fry the meatballs."
Jongin's eyes fly open in panic and he rushes to the fryer, turning the heat off and nearly burning himself. The male whips the metal strainer out of the appliance and some meatballs escape out and onto the floor.
Jongin just stares at the weird, olive coloured balls of meat on the floor and grins sheepishly at Minseok. "Heh. My bad."
Minseok carries his sliced vegetables to the pot on the stove and starts to steam them. "What's wrong?"
Jongin disregards Minseok's question and averts his attention to a young boy waiting by the counter.
"I want a medium container of mac and cheese, please." The boy says and Jongin grabs a container and scoops the noodles into it.
Jongin wraps the container in plastic wrap and prints out the price label, sticking it onto the top and handing the boy the food. The boy thanks him and scurries away, leaving conversation open again.
Minseok takes the opprotunity. "Is it Kyungsoo?"
Jongin groans and pours barbecue sauce over the tray of chicken wings in front of him.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"It's just..." Jongin places the tray in the oven and starts prepping the honey garlic wings. "I haven't even seen him once during my shift and everyone is making sexual comments about my boyfriend in his ripped skinny jeans that I didn't even know he owned and it's just so frustrating because---"
Minseok's hand stops Jongin from drowning the poor chicken wings in honey garlic sauce, the tray already overflowing with the thick, sticky substance. "First of all, take a breather."
Jongin lets Minseok take the sauce out of his hands. The brunette calmly walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, uncaps the drink, and tips his head back to down half of the cold liquid. Minseok watches Jongin's movements and gestures to the chair tucked into the table. Jongin sits down.
Minseok comes up behind the younger and places his palms, which Jongin notes are warm and comforting, on Jongin's shoulders and starts to press his thumbs into his shoulder blades.
"Sehun says I'm insecure."
"You know that we're all joking around when we make sexual passes about Kyungsoo, right?" Minseok leaves Jongin's shoulders alone to attend to the growing line of customers on the other side of the counter.
"Sehun also said I'm an easy target," Jongin wails, putting on silicone mitts to take the baked, barbecue chicken wings out of the oven. The male slides open the glass panel to dump the hot wings in the metal bin on display.
Minseok is printing out a label to put on someone's order when he laughs, "It's true. Your reactions to things are so funny, and sometimes we like to play a game to see how far we can push you."
Jongin pouts some more, his bottom lip jutting out even as he takes someone's order.
"Jongin, don't take us seriously, ever." Minseok hands a woman her box of chicken wings over the counter. "Everyone knows Kyungsoo is yours, and of course we would never come in between you two. Remember that, and stop being so insecure."
Jongin wants to pull the older into a tight hug. "Thanks a lot, hyung." The brunette hums to himself as he prepares another batch of wedge fries, sprinkling salt onto the potatoes.
When the line behind the counter clears out, Minseok and Jongin work in silence, replenishing the food that's been bought. Jongin is waiting for the fryer to finish cooking some onion rings.
"But low key," Minseok says, breaking their quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "I would thigh fuck Kyungsoo."
Jongin nearly trips and falls head first into the hot oil.
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It's exactly five minutes before three when Jongin clocks out, tossing his apron carelessly into his locker and shutting it closed. He ignores all his co-workers leaving for the day as he pushes past them to wait for Kyungsoo outside Pan's Grocery.
He's playing with his phone when a hand touches his elbow and he sees feet come into view in front of him.
And holy hell, the first thing his eyes land on are thighs.
Thighs in tight, ripped, black jeans.
"Did you wait long?" Kyungsoo asks, adjusting his bag strap as Jongin gapes at his boyfriend. "I bought pancake mix after I signed out, so we can make some." The older holds up a Pan's Grocery bag with a rectagular box outline in it.
Jongin mentally tells himself to stop staring, but he just can't.
Kyungsoo's jeans hug his legs in all the right places, and the horizontal rips in the fabric give Jongin a teasing view of perfect, pale skin. There are two tears in the left leg leading down to the knee, and while there are also two rips in the right leg, a huge hole is in showing Kyungsoo's knee.
"Jongin?" Kyungsoo's velvet voice brings Jongin's eyes to his face. "I didn't see you all day in the store."
Jongin just nods, unable to find his voice. He uses all his concentration to keep his gaze on his boyfriend's face.
"Should we go now? Or...?" Kyungsoo's clutching his bag straps in his hands and rocking back and forth on his feet. Jongin can see the older's thighs tense and relax in the fabric as Kyungsoo moves.
On weekends they go to Kyungsoo's place after work to spend time together. Watching movies, playing games, eating, other stuff... Jongin only sleeps over when they both have work again the next day, but if either of them have school assignments or projects to do, Kyungsoo sends Jongin back home to his place that he shares with Sehun.
Jongin nods again and lets Kyungsoo start walking first, ogling his ass a bit. He reminds himself he doesn't have to feel guilty because Kyungsoo is his and it's a legal right to be able to appreciate your boyfriend's butt.
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Quarter past four is the time on Kyungsoo's analog clock hanging above his living room couch when the two slip off their shoes at the front door and hang up their coats.
Kyungsoo nearly slaps Jongin in the face with the box of pancake mix when the smaller of the two turns around to wrap his arms around the younger's waist, burying his nose in Jongin's chest.
"Hi," Kyungsoo says and Jongin wants to melt into a puddle of mush as he circles his arms around his boyfriend's narrow shoulders.
"Hi," Jongin's voice is muffled in Kyungsoo's hair, which smells kind of like celery.
"How was work, coconut jelly?" Kyungsoo places a kiss in between Jongin's collarbones, and the younger tenses at the feeling of warm, plush lips on his sternal notch.
"You smell like celery," Jongin blurts and pinks when Kyungsoo pulls back to give him a funny look. "Not that that's bad or anything. I like celery, I eat my vegetables."
Kyungsoo smiles slightly and he pinches Jongin's waist, "Does that mean you'll eat me later?"
Jongin chokes on his spit.
"I'm kidding..." Kyungsoo's hands come from around Jongin's waist to rub his stomach, chuckling.
The younger relaxes into the touch.
"... Kind of," Kyungsoo whispers and Jongin looks at his boyfriend with a question mark over his head, to which the older just shrugs and leaves for his kitchen. "I'll make you pancakes! Chocolate chip or blueberry, my bread slice?"
Jongin laughs at Kyungsoo's pet name and walks into the kitchen to find his boyfriend already ripping the mix open to pour into a bowl. They have a habit of calling each other ridiculous food names because of their jobs at Pan's, usually naming the most absurd food product.
"I want chocolate chip pancakes, pickle juice!" Jongin says cutely, coming up behind Kyungsoo to watch the older whisk in the milk and eggs.
Kyungsoo taps Jongin's nose, "Then, bean sprout, will you go fetch the choco chips?"
Jongin excitedly bounds over to Kyungsoo's pantry room to look for the chocolate chips.
"Salt cracker, can you also bring out a new bottle of honey?"
Jongin can already smell the batter cooking and he automatically gets ten times more eager in searching for the chocolate chips and honey. "Of course, cherry tomato!"
Kyungsoo has two, perfectly circular pancakes on the pan with a spatula in his hand by the time Jongin emerges from the pantry with the chocolate chips and honey. The brunette opens the drawer by Kyungsoo's hip to pull out the scissors, cutting open the bag of chocolate in one clean snip.
Kyungsoo steps back from the stove and Jongin scoops a few chips into his palm to sprinkle onto the two pancakes.
"How many can you eat, corn flake? Are you hungry?"
Jongin purses his lips in thought while he takes out a plate from Kyungsoo's cupboard to rest the pancakes on when they're done. "I want thirty seven."
Kyungsoo giggles and flips the two pancakes over before tapping Jongin's cheek with the handle of the spatula. "Very funny. You get four, frozen chicken nugget."
"But, olive pit, you asked me how many I wanted," Jongin frowns and shoves his hand back into the chocolate chip bag, waiting for Kyungsoo to take out the two finished pancakes and spoon in the next two batter circles. "And I said thirty seven, so you have to cook me thirty seven."
"In your dreams, Diet Coke." Kyungsoo snorts, letting Jongin scatter chocolate chips onto the next two. "As if I'm going to make thirty seven pancakes." The older flips the pancakes over and turns off the stove, letting the remaining heat cook the last side.
"Then you're not a very good boyfriend," Jongin teases as Kyungsoo serves the final two onto the plate.
Kyungsoo tilts the plate dangerously so the top pancake slides over to the edge of the dish, "Want to say that again, pop tart? I'm not a very good what now?"
Jongin shakes his head furiously and grabs the honey off of the counter, "You're the best, gummy worm! What would I do without you?"
Kyungsoo smirks and leads the way to the dining room. "Damn right, that's what I thought."
Jongin takes a seat on one of Kyungsoo's wooden chairs as his boyfriend sets the plate of pancakes down and goes to fetch utensils. The brunette is unscrewing the cap off the bottle of honey to remove the seal when Kyungsoo comes back and puts the fork and knife beside the plate of pancakes.
"I'll do that." Kyungsoo takes the bottle from Jongin before the younger can even begin to scratch up the sides.
"Sit down, cheesecake," Jongin pats the seat beside him, but Kyungsoo plops himself down in the younger's lap instead, focus never leaving the honey seal.
Jongin stills, suddenly aware of Kyungsoo's thighs draped over his and the ass that's now parked directly on top of his crotch. And then he remembers the jeans, because now those rips in his boyfriend's pants are up close and personal; if Jongin wanted to he could just lift a finger and run it down every centimetre of exposed skin.
He's abruptly reminded of all his co-workers' comments about his boyfriend in these jeans.
"I got it open!" Kyungsoo squeals triumphantly, and Jongin doesn't even register the words until there's a golden substance on the place he's staring intently at.
"Oops," Kyungsoo's voice says, but Jongin is still staring his thighs, because now there's a huge glob of honey running down the very rip the younger was eying. The thick substance is covering the tops of Kyungsoo's thighs and pooling in the space where his legs are pressed together, dripping down the sides and along the tears in his pants.
Jongin feels his throat go dry, unable to form a coherent sentence let alone a coherent thought. He whimpers when Kyungsoo shifts in his lap.
"Let me just," Kyungsoo wiggles around a little bit more and Jongin groans, sure that the older is doing this on purpose now. The brunette lifts his hands to grip Kyungsoo's hips, but the male is off of his lap, taking his warmth and glorious thighs with him.
Kyungsoo unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper. Before Jongin can process what his boyfriend is doing, the older is standing in front of him in his boxers with his pants kicked to the side.
"In case you were wondering," Kyungsoo swings a leg over Jongin's own and stradles the younger, lowering himself to sit comfortably on the brunette's growing arousal. "That wasn't an accident. And neither is this."
Kyungsoo picks up the bottle of honey again and doesn't hesitate in turning it over to drizzle it o his naked thighs. Jongin's breathing quickens, mind cloudy as Kyungso swipes a finger in a strip of honey to bring to his lips, setting the bottle down on the table.
Jongin watches Kyungsoo's index finger disappear into his mouth, the latter sucking the honey off and making obscene smacking noises.
Kyungsoo releases his finger with a pop, eyes dark and never leaving Jongin's own wide, brown orbs.
"Do you need me to pull down your pants and sit on your cock?" Kyungsoo rolls his eyes as his runs his hands through Jongin's hair, blunt fingernails lightly scraping against his scalp. "Fuck me already, peach yogurt!"
Jongin doesn't need to be told twice. The younger stands up from his seat, erection lined in the cleft of Kyungsoo's ass as the smaller male wraps his legs around Jongin's waist so he doesn't fall.
Jongin leans forward to connect their lips together and slam the older onto the dining table. Kyungsoo releases his hold around Jongin's mid section, thighs peeling away from Jongin's shirt due to the honey. He spreads his legs open, cock straining against the thin cotton of his underwear.
Jongin traces the outline of Kyungsoo's arousal through his underwear as he pushes his tongue into the other's mouth, the two battling for dominance.
"There are pancakes underneath me," Kyungsoo states breathlessly, squirming uncomfortably.
"God, I love pancakes," Jongin breathes out onto Kyungsoo's neck, using both his hands to squeeze his boyfriend's honey slicked thighs as his lips attach themselves to pale skin.
Kyungsoo arches up into Jongin's touch, pushing down to the feeling of the hands kneading his thighs and up to press his body flush against Jongin's front.
Jongin releases one of Kyungsoo's thighs to push the pancakes underneath the older to the side while his back is arched. When the plate of pancakes is gotten rid of to the side, Jongin lets his weight fall onto Kyungsoo's body so the black haired male is sandwiched between him and the table.
Kyungsoo tugs at Jongin's shirt while the latter tugs at the older's underwear. "Take it off, just take it all off," Kyungsoo pants, pressing his shoulders into the table to lift his hips up for Jongin to slide his boxers down.
Jongin takes his time, pulling down Kyungsoo's underwear slowly. His boyfriend bites his lip when his cock springs free from the confines of the cotton, the heels of Jongin's palms dragging down his legs as the garment is steadily removed.
"You're sticky," Jongin mutters, flinging Kyungsoo's underwear behind him. Jongin then gulps as he stares down at his boyfriend spread out in front of him on the table, like the sweetest dessert he's ever been offered. Kyungsoo is flushed pink all over, his shirt lifted to expose his bellybutton where his erection is hard against his stomach and his thighs are glistening with honey. "I don't know where to put my hands first, or my mouth."
"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo demands and sits up to pull Jongin's shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with all their other discarded clothes. "Just touch me!"
"I mean," Jongin takes off Kyungsoo's shirt as well so the older is completely naked and sitting on the table. The younger hooks his hands under his boyfriend's armpits, using his thumbs to brush over pink nipples as he pushes Kyungsoo back down on the table. "I want to suck your dick."
When Kyungsoo is lying down on the table again, legs hanging over the edge, Jongin continues to rub the older's nipples as he leans down to lick a stripe up the underside of his boyfriend's cock.
Kyungsoo moans, hands finding their way to Jongin's hair again.
"But I also want to worship your honeyed thighs," Jongin's hands leave Kyungsoo's chest to hook under the older's knees, pushing his legs up and towards the surface of the table so his boyfriend's butt is hovering in the air. Jongin can see everything. The view is amazing.
"Do what you want, do anything," Kyungsoo pleads, not feeling the least bit embarrassed by the position but rather impatient. "What do you want?"
I want him to wrap his thighs around my face.
I would map out the seven continents on his thighs with my tongue.
I would cover Kyungsoo's thighs in maple syrup and kiss every drop off.
I would thigh fuck Kyungsoo.
Jongin swallows thickly, because it's hit him. His co-workers can tell him about the ninety nine ways they would sex Kyungsoo up, but he's the one who gets to do it for real, he's the only one who's able to see Kyungsoo splayed out so beautifully.
"I want to thigh fuck you." Jongin mumbles shakily, half expecting Kyungsoo to say no.
The older stares up at him through his legs but doesn't say anything.
Jongin's grip on Kyungsoo's knees tighten.
Kyungsoo reaches around himself to pick up the forgotten honey bottle. "Take off your pants," he licks his lips as Jongin sets his butt back down on the table so the younger can unbutton and shimmy out of his jeans.
Kyungsoo sits up and scoots closer to the edge of the table, squeezing almost half the contents of the honey bottle onto his thighs. The raven haired man slathers the honey all over; down to his knees and up to his pelvis. When he's done smearing the substance on his legs, Kyungsoo brings one honeyed hand to his own cock and the other fists Jongins.
"Then thigh fuck me," Kyungsoo's hand slides easily up Jongin's shaft to the head, his thumb swiping over the tip to mix the pre-cum at the slit with the sticky honey.
Jongin gasps and lunges forward to take handfuls of Kyungsoo's thighs again, now sleek with honey. The younger pushes and holds his boyfriend's knees together, ogling the slightest thigh gap that Kyungsoo is sporting.
Kyungsoo, hand still moving up and down Jongin's cock, guides the younger's erection to the backs of his closed thighs and lets go, leaning back onto his elbows on the table.
Jongin pushes his cock in between Kyungsoo's thighs and the older's breath hitches at the feeling, strange and new but definitely welcome. Kyungsoo's calves are resting on Jongin's broad shoulders, the male trying to concentrate on keeping his kness pressed together to allow minimum space between his thighs as Jongin moves his hips in and out.
The pre-cum and honey on Kyungsoo's thighs around Jongin's cock makes the younger feel that familiar heat pooling in his belly and at the base of his spine. Jongin can't lean down to kiss Kyungsoo's lips with the position they're in without getting kneed in the nose, but he can see his boyfriend's hand jacking himself off.
"This feels," Jongin moans as he bends his knees to angle himself so that when his erection glides through Kyungsoo's thighs, it presses against the other male's hard cock, providing friction at the base and for his balls when Kyungsoo's own hand is at the swollen head. "This feels fucking amazing."
"Ugh, don't stop," Kyungsoo begs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
The sight of Kyungsoo's head thrown back in pleasure, lip between his teeth, hand fisting his dick, and the sound of Kyungsoo's mewls combined with the feeling of his sticky, warm thighs tensing around his cock has Jongin seeing white behind his eyelids.
The younger orgasms with a shout, come splattering onto Kyungsoo's hand, chest, and thighs.
Kyungsoo whimpers at the feeling of the hot semen, and Jongin wastes no time in forcing his boyfriend's legs apart to run the flat of his tongue along the dark haired male's thighs to taste the honey.
"J-Jongin," Kyungsoo stutters out, looking down to see Jongin staring up at him through hooded eyes, wet tongue sticking out to draw figures of eight on his skin.
Jongin sucks a spot on Kyungsoo's inner thigh, teeth grazing over the sticky skin. Kyungsoo's wrist flicks up on his cock and he comes with a scream, body convulsing with pleasure.
Jongin gives Kyungsoo's thighs once last suck and a squeeze before he moves up to lie on top of his boyfriend. "You're mine," he murmurs possesively into Kyungsoo abdomen, and Kyungsoo grins.
They stay like that for a bit, Kyungsoo's knees hanging off the table and Jongin half lying on the older as his legs are too week to hold himself up.
"Oh my God, I'm so gross," Kyungsoo frowns down at his boyfriend's mop of brown hair, "Jongin, get up or you're going to be glued to me if you stay here."
"What if I want to be glued to you?" Jongin says tiredly, not showing any signs of moving. "Then we can be together forever."
"Don't make me slap you with a pancake," Kyungsoo threatens and Jongin reluctantly pushes himself up.
The brunette takes Kyungsoo's hands in his to pull the older up as well, so now Jongin is standing between his boyfriend's legs and Kyungsoo is still sitting on the table.
"Ugh," Kyungsoo shudders, "I can feel everything drying!"
"Let's go shower," Jongin suggests and brushes Kyungsoo's sweat slicked fringe away from his forehead to press a kiss to the older's hairline. "And then we eat pancakes for real."
"Okay. Go warm up the water, I'll shove our clothes in the washer before I join you."
Jongin grins and gives Kyungsoo a sweet kiss on the lips before pulling away. "You're not allowed to wear those pants to work ever again, by the way."
Kyungsoo chuckles, "Tough day at work?"
"You don't even know." Jongin sighs and exits the dining room. "I didn't even know you owned ripped skinny jeans." The younger shouts as he's padding down the hallway to Kyungsoo's bathroom.
"Um, yeah," Kyungsoo calls after him, sifting through the things in his bag for his phone, "They're new. Just bought them."
"Oh, okay," is Jongin's answer and then Kyungsoo hears the water turn on.
The male runs to the kitchen to rinse his hands of the honey and cum before he crouches down with his phone in his hands, quickly typing out a message.
[To: Byun Baekhyung
thx for the jeans, but u may not want them back]
[To: Kyungbutt <3
idk ur ass has been in them so maybe i do want them back]
[To: Byun Baekhyung
ur disgusting.]
[To: Kyungbutt <3
and ur thighs are sexy]
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, putting his phone down on the kitchen counter. He reminds himself to thank Baekhyun in person tomorrow at work for jeans as he runs to join his boyfriend in the shower.
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A/N: I'm sorry not sorry. Kyungsoo's thighs are love. Kyungsoo's thighs are life. Even though I fail at writing smut idek I love them SooThighs
I'm sorry if this is a complete fail, idk how to write things. T^T (This is 6,632 words of word vomit from a pervert.)
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