4

For the past few days, Jungkook had been mowing your garden, his strong arms guiding the machine with ease, his white tank top clinging to his toned body under the summer sun. Surprisingly you hadn't expected him to be this good at his job—or this distracting.

You'd caught yourself watching him more than once from the window, the way he wiped sweat from his brow, the way his muscles flexed as he worked. And maybe, just maybe, you weren't the only one watching.

Today, though you weren't behind the window. You were stretched out on a lounge chair in your bikini, basking in the golden warmth, eyes closed as you let the sun kiss your skin. The distant hum of the mower stopped abruptly, and you felt it—the weight of his stare.

When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was standing a few feet away, his gaze trailing slowly over you before locking onto yours. A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Well," he said, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "Guess I know why the flowers aren't the only thing blooming around here."

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head. "Is that your way of saying I look good?"

His grin widened. "I mean, I've been mowing this lawn for days, but I think this is the best view I've had yet."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "Flirting with the client? That's bold."

He shrugged, stepping closer, his voice lower now. "Can't help it. You make it too easy."

Your heart skipped, just slightly. The way he was looking at you, the teasing glint in his eyes—it was different from the usual polite exchanges. More confident. More intentional.

You stretched lazily, watching how his gaze flickered down before he met your eyes again. "Well," you mused, "if you're done working for the day, maybe I'll let you stick around. But only if you're good at keeping me entertained."

Jungkook chuckled, leaning on the mower. "Oh, trust me," he said, that smirk never fading, "I always leave my clients satisfied."

The ice in your glass clinked softly as you took a slow sip, the cool drink a relief against the summer heat. Beside you, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, legs spread lazily, his white tank slightly damp from the hours he'd spent mowing your lawn. He took a long gulp of his drink, then exhaled with satisfaction, flashing you that signature smirk—the kind that probably got him whatever he wanted.

"Gotta say," he drawled, swirling the ice in his glass, "this might be my favorite part of the job."

You raised a brow, amused. "What, sitting around and drinking?"

"Nah," he grinned, turning his head toward you. "Sitting around with you."

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched. "Do you flirt with all your clients, or am I just special?"

Jungkook chuckled, his tongue running briefly over his lower lip as he studied you. "Now, that wouldn't be very player of me if I gave away all my secrets, would it?"

You scoffed, shaking your head. "So that's a yes."

He leaned in slightly, resting an arm on the back of your chair, his cologne mixing with the scent of freshly cut grass. "Let's just say... I don't waste my best lines on just anyone." His gaze flickered down, lingering for just a second before meeting yours again. "But you? You're worth the effort."

You took another sip of your drink, trying to ignore the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "Effort? Please. I bet you've got a whole playbook for this."

Jungkook laughed, tilting his head. "Maybe. But I don't mind rewriting a few plays if it means keeping you interested."

His confidence was relentless, but damn if it wasn't entertaining. You leaned in just a little, meeting his gaze head-on. "Oh? And what happens when the game is over?"

Jungkook's smirk deepened, his fingers lightly tapping the side of his glass. "That depends..." His voice dropped, smooth as ever. "Are you the type to play it safe? Or do you like a little risk?"

The challenge in his eyes was clear. And for the first time, you weren't sure who was playing who.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, taking another slow sip of his drink, eyes never leaving yours. The smirk on his lips hadn't faded—not once. He was too good at this, too smooth, like he had all the time in the world to get exactly what he wanted.

Then, just as you were about to tease him back, he spoke.

"You remember that favor you owe me, right?"

The words sent a small shiver down your spine. You blinked, setting your drink down carefully. "Favor?"

His smirk deepened, but there was something else in his gaze now—something darker, unreadable. "Come on," he drawled, tilting his head. "Don't tell me you forgot already. After all the hard work I've put in? Thought you'd pay me back by now."

Your stomach twisted, a faint unease creeping in as you tried to recall what he meant. Had you actually promised him something? You searched your memory—days of watching him mow the lawn, his casual flirting, the teasing remarks. It had all seemed harmless. But now, under his intense gaze, you weren't so sure.

"I—" You hesitated. "I don't remember making any promises."

Jungkook chuckled, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. He shifted, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. "That's cute," he murmured. "But I think you do."

Your pulse quickened. The air between you was suddenly thick, heavy with something unspoken. You wanted to believe he was still just playing, that this was just another one of his tricks. But the way he was looking at you now? It felt different.

Too different.

"You're messing with me," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "Right?"

Jungkook exhaled a soft laugh, but he didn't pull back. If anything, he only got closer, his voice dropping lower.

"What do you think?"

The heat had become unbearable, the sun beating down relentlessly. Even with the cold drinks, you could feel the sweat gathering at the back of your neck. Jungkook, sitting beside you, looked just as warm—his white tank clinging to his skin, his dark hair damp at the edges.

"You look like you're burning up," you said, standing up and brushing off your legs. "Come inside. I'll get you a fan or something."

Jungkook smirked, eyes trailing over you lazily as he leaned back in his chair. "Taking me inside already? Didn't think I'd win you over that fast."

You rolled your eyes but didn't bother hiding your smirk as you turned toward the house. "If you pass out from heatstroke, I'm not dragging you home."

He chuckled, setting his drink down before standing and following you inside. The temperature difference was immediate—cooler, shaded, a relief from the relentless sun outside. He let out a low sigh, running a hand through his damp hair.

"Much better," he muttered, looking around before his gaze landed on you again. "So... where's this fan you promised me?"

"Upstairs." You motioned for him to follow, already heading toward your room. You didn't think much of it—your fan was old and tucked away in your closet, and you figured he could use a break before finishing up outside.

But the second he stepped into your room behind you, something shifted.

You moved toward the closet, pulling the door open, but you felt it—the weight of his stare. Turning slightly, you caught the way Jungkook leaned against your doorframe, arms crossed, gaze slow and deliberate as he looked around.

"Nice room," he mused, eyes flicking back to you. "Didn't expect to end up here so soon."

You scoffed, grabbing the fan and setting it down on your bed. "Relax. This isn't some grand invitation—you looked like you were about to melt."

Jungkook smirked, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer, his voice smooth. "Still... gotta admit, I don't mind where this is going."

The way he said it—the way his eyes flickered with something playful, something dangerous—made your pulse quicken. You weren't sure if it was the leftover heat from outside or the way he was looking at you now, but suddenly, the air in your room felt just as thick as it had in the garden.

Jungkook stepped further into your room, his presence filling the space effortlessly. Before you could react, you heard the quiet click of your door closing behind him.

Your heart skipped. Slowly, you turned to face him, your fingers still resting on the fan you'd just placed on the bed.

"Did you just close the door?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook smirked, leaning against the wood, his arms crossing over his chest. "Mmm. Thought it'd help keep the cool air in." His tone was casual, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. "Right. Because that's definitely the reason."

He pushed off the door, closing the space between you with slow, deliberate steps. "Well," he murmured, "I could give you another reason... if you're curious."

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "And what reason would that be?"

Jungkook reached out, trailing his fingers lightly over the edge of the fan before his gaze flickered back to yours. "You brought me all the way up here," he said smoothly, "just the two of us, in your room, door shut... Almost feels like you wanted to be alone with me."

You scoffed, though the way your pulse quickened betrayed you. "You're really full of yourself, you know that?"

He grinned, completely unfazed. "Maybe. But I'm usually right."

There was something about the way he looked at you—like he was reading every unspoken thought, every flicker of hesitation and intrigue. Like he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it.

You folded your arms, trying to keep your composure. "And what if I did bring you up here on purpose?"

Jungkook's smirk deepened, his voice dropping just slightly. "Then I'd say..." He took another slow step closer, close enough that you could smell the mix of his cologne and the fresh-cut grass from earlier. "Maybe that favor you owe me is about to get real interesting."

His arms were wrapped around you tightly, stroking your hairJungkook hums softly, peeling the covers off of your body. The small shorts are already ridden up your legs, revealing the smooth skin to his eyes and hands. Caressing it, squeezing the skin under his hands, while his eyes keep roaming over your face. He can't help but lean in, kissing over your cute face, squished on the pillow. The innocence of his kisses fleeting immediately when met with your little sighs.

While his lips kiss gently down your neck, leaving wet open mouth kisses along the way, his large palms slide to your warm stomach.

"Mhm.. baby" he mutters to your skin, itching his hands towards the swell of your small breasts, loving how they fit right into his hands.

A smirk immediately plays on his lips as you weren't able to control your legs from pressing together. His hands moved down your body, caressing your bare skin. "Oh? Does someone like being called baby?

It was something... new. It wasn't the type of chat you had while having sex.

The need for you only keeps growing, hardening so much in his boxers that his tip begins to throb.

Your body's natural response drives him crazy, you don't even need to be awake to let him know how good he feels to you. Little mumbles and squirming, the way your nipples harden under his touch, rolling them in his fingers and squeezing the little bumps under his rough skin.

Jungkook's skilled fingers dance little patterns on your thigh, leaving a trace of goosebumbs in his wake as they keep making their way up higher,

"You looks so cute trying to keep your whines in" he mutters, leaning his plump lips closer to your neck, you can feel his breath paiting your skin warm,

"Don't tease me please" you find yourself mumbling, biting down on your bottom lip as his decorated fingers finally reach their destination,

"Tell me how much you want me to touch you pretty girl"  he nips at the shell of your ear, tongue grazing to your earlobe that he briefly sucks on before leaving gentle, open mouth kisses down your neck

The arousal pools inside your sticky panties, the pads of his fingers apply pressure to your clit, drawing excruciatingly small and slow circles on it,

Your voice stammers, "please kook, want you to touch me so much, i need it kook please"

He smiles against your wet, smoothe skin. He attached his lips to your neck once more, gently sucking and biting the skin there while his hips rolled up as you grinded against him. The only thing that could ever stop him from devouring you was yourself, and that was exactly what happened.

He let out a soft hum as you touched his back, his hips rolling up against you again at the soft feeling of your fingers. When your digits hit his belt, a smirk played on his lips. "Do you want it off, baby?"

You nodded and you could feel his grip on your thighs loosening to give you space to move in front of him, able to drag your body down his from the counter. He watched you in awe, the movement already sending a wave of excitement through him. When looking down at you, his eyes took in every inch of your bare skin while he undid his belt buckle.

A thick groan left his lips when you played him while undressing him, your fingers barely touching his skin when taking off his dark jeans, earning him calling you a tease with a groan. Your boyfriend didn't hold back, holding your thighs to put you back against his body, the sudden move surprising you, but not letting you back off from teasing him

He lifted your body once more, making you wrap your legs around him so you'd be steadily placed.

"Grind against me" he said in a deep tone, his hands gripping the small of your back more firmly, wanting to feel you closer.

You positioned yourself correctly enough to do what you were told, your hips almost meeting his, you could feel his hardened bulge, yet you didn't move an inch. "You want this?" you moved your hips down, rolling them for one second before moving them back up.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his patience even at the feeling of you rolling your hips for a second, his own self-control slowly slipping out of his grasp. He gripped your hips harder, wanting to feel you against him even more "Yeah, I want this. I want you. So move against me and be a good girl for me, baby"

You grind your hips down, moving them back up again. He let out a low, almost guttural groan at the slow, calculated move of your hips, the friction created by your movements driving him insane

You licked his upper lip, your hand holding his chin before you rolled your hips back down against his.

He moaned in consequence, feeling the way you rolled your hips again, his own hips involuntarily bucking up against yours. "Baby... that's it, just keep going like that. Just a little bit more" he held back the urge to take control of your body and just take you right there, trying to keep a bit of my composure.

"We're done playing now" he assured you. The air was caught in your throat when he brushed his lips against your throat.

He groaned. "Mine only, hmm? I'll have you better than him".

You gulped thick when you heard him saying that, unsure if it was just the pleasure ruling him... because he was looking deadly serious.

His fingers skillfully undid the clasp of your bra with a swift motion as soon as his fingertips found it. Your back arched with need as you felt the fabric caressing your skin.

he inserts two fingers in your mouth, and with his other hand, he lowers his underwear, allowing his cock to slap against his lower stomach. His cock takes your breath away, standing proud in between your bodies. He's a bit thick, but not too much though, and as well long but again not too long. It's clearly not how you pictured the crotch of your friend. This sight alone gets you wetter.

You suck on his finger, coating them with your saliva, and that alone snatches a groan out of his pretty swollen lips. A proud smile appears on your face. When he feels that they are soaked enough, he pulls them from your mouth. His fingers hold his cock, covering it with your saliva as they go up and down the length.

Damn," he mumbles, his head slowly going back at the feeling of his fingers on his length and your clit rubbing against him.

You bite your bottom lip as you stare deep into his eyes. The intimacy of the eye contact You bite your bottom lip as you stare deep into his eyes. The intimacy of the eye contact with the friction against your clit makes the wave of pleasure grow intensely inside you.

"On all fours."

That one comment takes you by surprise swiftly ripping open a condom and sliding to his dick. He grabs your hips and rubs the tip between your folds, he groans and you moan. In one go he shoves his whole dick inside you, biting his lip to conceal any noises. You on the other hand aren't afraid of letting out any type of noises.

Gripping your hips tightly he starts thrusting into you "Fuck." He grunts and you moan

As time goes by, his thrusts get faster, his hips snapping against your ass. The room is filled with skin clapping sounds and your moans, whimpers with Jungkook's grunts, groans and moans.

"Fuck you're tight." Jungkook moans and for a while all you could see was a blur. With his one hand he is pressing his thumb on your cunt, adding pressure. With his other hand he is holding your neck, squeezing it whenever you clench around him.

Your arms can't hold you up anymore, it's too much, "Shit!" You cry out and your arms give up, your face landing on the pillow again, Jungkook's hands travels from your throat to the back of your head, pushing it into the pillow, not letting you properly breathe, all that while still keeping up that rapid speed.

"Am i fucking you better than him?"

You whine at his words and  Jungkook finally lets you lift your head. You breath in all the air before Jungkook flips you over and wraps your legs around his waist, still moving his dick in and out of you. "You didn't answer me, baby." He breathlessly says

"Yes!" You shout.

"Close!" You warn him, he nods, closing his eyes, "Me too, baby, me too."

Jungkook wraps your legs even tighter around, he wants to be as close as possible to you when he cums, "You feel good." He moans, reaching his high, spilling his cum in the condom