thinking about prissy!kook!reader teasing jj whilst he does lawn work for her daddy…
it starts off with him finding out about the job through john b, a throwaway suggestion made by his best friend over cereal, something that he hadn’t really given a second thought since that day.
that was until the fridge looked like it had been ransacked, and any food that was left had been bad for a while. he knew they couldn’t go on like this.
almost like routine, he made his way to the shitty little corner store, hoping to strike a deal with the cashier with the seven dollars he had to his name, when something caught his eye, once again met with the same flyer john b had shown him that day. he saw it as fate in a way
your family was clearly desperate. the pay had gonna up a significant amount, jj’s eyes near popping out of this head at the amount of zeros next to the dollar sign. he was calling the number listed on the flyer within the very same minute, and was hired just as quickly.
now, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he turned up to the address he was given, toolbox in hand, but it wasn’t this. large luxurious pool that stretched though the majority of the yard, jets bubbling away. stone sculptures of animal’s heads he didn’t even know existed, and to top it all off, the prettiest accessory to paradise he’d ever layed his eyes on…
you. the prettiest kook he’d ever seen, his eyes flicked all over you, stunned in silence as he drinks you in. eyes shamelessly trained on your plump tits that practically spilled out of your bikini top, he lets his tongue flick over his lips as you seem preoccupied.
freshly manicured fingers wrapping around the ice cold cocktail glass, bringing it up to your lips and sucking. he’s sure his ears aren’t deceiving him when he hears a little hum of pleasure leaving you, reaching up with your other hand to bring your sunglasses on top of your head.
your piercing eyes shamelessly trained on him as you continue sipping, his breath hitches in his throat when he realises he’d been caught out, bringing his toolbox in front of his crotch to hide his quickly growing erection.
a chuckle leaves you at his flustered reaction, your tits jostling in that little bikini that he still can’t seem to rip his eyes away from. he feels his cheeks heat as he turns away towards the shed, rubbing a hand over his face and puffing air out of his lips slowly as the realisation hits him. he was so whipped, and there was nothing he could do to stop the feeling.