"Damn, Jada, you got his fine ass around your crib too?" Kimberly commented as a smirk etched on her lips before she nudged her chin towards the window that showed off the garden.
In my garden was Jungkook helping me to cut the grass and he was shirtless, his tatted muscular body glistening under the scorching sun, his hair slightly damp— He almost looked unreal whilst he was in his element.
He came to play ball with Treyvon and he caught me trying to fix the pipes in the kitchen and offered a hand with some house maintenance.
"Girl, all I need is 5 minutes. I just know he gets dirty— he would tear my lil ass up—" Kimberly began to openly thirst over him and I rolled my eyes, snapping out of my reverie.
"He's Trey's lil friend, okay? Behave yourself. The boy is 22." I chuckled.
"Aight? Last time I checked 22 was legal." Kimberley bit down on her lip.
"Barely." I scoffed.
"If it's a crime then lock my ass up. I would willingly go to prison for that dick—" She snorted and my eyes widen.
"Girl, dont say shit like that—" I grunted.
"You better than me, Jada. I would have sucked him off right there and then in the garden." Kimberly sighed dreamily.
"Kim!" I snapped her name at her vulgarity. "Stop this."
"Suck it right off the bone—" Kim continued nonetheless.
"Miss Carter. I'm done with the garden. You said you needed help with the AC in your room too, right?" I watched as Jungkook strolled in as he threw on his white vest that he had taken off previously due to the heat.
Kimberly instantly sat up as he came in and I found myself sitting up too subconsciously.
"You're a life saver, JK. Really." I gushed and I watched as he licked his lips, shaking his head as if to say it was no big deal.
"No seriously, it's so hard nowadays to find a real man that'll get down and do some work. Men don't build houses and go to war like they used to. You think my bum ass baby father would ever do this for me? You're such a gentleman, Jungkook." Kimberly gushed and I watched as Jungkook finally smiled.
"It's no problem, Mrs Martin—"
"Miss. I'm not married. I'm single. In fact, call me Kimberly. Or Kim. Anything you want, baby." Kimberly batted her eyelashes at him and he nodded his head. "You got a girlfriend?"
"Kim!" I said her name frustratedly. "JK, you don't have to answer her if she's making you feel uncomfortabl—"
"What? He's grown!" Kimberley huffed.
"Nah I don't got a girlfriend." Jungkook chuckled awkwardly.
"You into sistas? Just asking for a friend?" Kim smiled. I began to get second hand embarrassment and I could sense that Jungkook could sense my embarrassment and this was only making him entertained so he played along.
"Yeah. I don't got a type." Jungkook shrugged.
"You date older women?" Kim asked the question she was itching to ask.
"Only." Jungkook said smoothly and I watched as Kim practically began to melt in her seat.
"Alright, alright, fun's over. Let me show you the broken down AC." I rolled my eyes, grabbing onto his forearm as Kim was about to pounce on him.
As I ushered him upstairs to my bedroom, I showed him where my broken down AC was.
"I bought it really expensive so I really hope you can fix this. It broke down like two weeks ago and I've been sweating like a turkey on Christmas. Especially at nighttime," I chuckled as I pointed to the AC.
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MILF | JJK
Fanfiction"you say it's because of my age, girl, but age ain't nothing but a number" * a story of which a mother of two finds herself entangled with her son's best friend, jungkook.
