Fic: Laundry Fairy - Tumblr Posts
“Your hot downstairs neighbour comes over to help you with your laundry because you are too lazy to do it. Your laundry however won’t be the only thing getting shaken up.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: Smut, Neighbour!AU, lowkey Strangers to Lovers!AU
Warnings: there is some plot lol, safe sex, dom!Reader, switchy!Jungkook, oral sex (f.receiving), use of a dental dam and a condom, lowkey strength kink, some grinding, slight dirty talk, some pretty realistic sex cause that’s the hottest shit, it’s pretty vanilla but that’s hot so ayee
Wordcount: 7.1k
a/n: I saw a post about laundry fairy Kookie and I thought “if only he could do my laundry I’m lazy” and then my mind spiralled and this happened. Enjoy besties
You shake out the wet towel with vigour, grunting in exhaustion and squinting your eyes so you wouldn’t get any of the water in them.
Once shaken out enough you hang it on your clothing line, you had installed on your balcony railing.
You take the next towel, starting the whole process anew. You groan in annoyance, stopping for a moment to lean against the railing to give your aching arms a little break.
“I hate doing laundry. It’s the devils work”, you say out loud.
You have a habit of talking to yourself whilst doing tasks. It just makes it easier, especially doing laundry.
Next is your oversized shirt, which you shake out twice before hanging it up on the clothing line as well.
“Like seriously can’t just some random hot guy ring my doorbell and do my laundry like in all those fabric softeners commercials?"
The next shirt gets shaken out and hung up, all whilst your loud complaining continues.
"I’d give my right boob for that to happen. Stupid laundry.”
You shake out your last shirt, not having seen the panties hidden in the sleeve. One aggressive shake and there you see them, flying through the air in slow motion.
“No!” you gasp, wanting to reach for them but it’s too far away. All you can do is watch them fall down and slither right onto the railing of your downstairs neighbour.
“Seriously? Out of everything it had to be my panties?” you almost yell, staring at the pink lace hugging the metal railing in pure shock.
Your shock however grows when you suddenly see a hand reach out for them and a moment later a bundle of dark hair appear in the frame. The bundle of hair starts to turn, any second now and you would make eye contact with your downstairs neighbour.
“Oh shit”, you hiss, ducking down before that can happen.
“Nope, nope, nope”, you whisper, crawling back into your apartment on all fours whilst burning up in embarrassment.
This was so close to being a total disaster. Guess you have to say goodbye to your pink panties, you sure as hell aren’t going down there to get them. You would just make a fool of yourself, especially because you have no idea who lives in the apartment downstairs. He could be a total pervert for all you know, he can keep your panties you really don’t want those back. Who knows what that psycho would do in the time it takes you to make yourself presentable and then go downstairs to ring his bell. You shudder at your own imagination.
“Nope mission aboard, too disgusting.”
Suddenly your doorbell rings, making you flinch. You stare at it with big eyes, holding your breath.
Is that your downstairs neighbour? This can’t be happening.
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