NERD 2

LET'S CONTINUE FROM WHERE I LEFT.....

AUTHOR'S POV

The classroom was unusually noisy for a Monday morning - but it wasn't because of gossip or a pop quiz.

No, today... it was because of him.

Park Jimin.

No glasses.

Button-up sleeves rolled to his elbows.

Hair perfectly parted.

Eyes sharp, laser-focused on the board.

Jaw clenched slightly as he tapped his pen in concentration.

Y/N walked in late - hoodie half-zipped, earbuds in - ready to sleep through another boring literature lecture.

But the moment she saw him sitting at the third row, head slightly tilted, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he read something intensely...

She froze.

Wait. Where are his glasses?

Why is he looking like the protagonist of a forbidden romance novel right now?

And clearly... she wasn't the only one who noticed.

Two girls behind her giggled like high schoolers, whispering under their breath:

> "Oh my god, is that really Jimin?"

"Without the glasses? He's actually hot..."

Another girl from the back leaned forward to see him better.

And Y/N?

She was gripping her desk like it wronged her.

This is not happening.

My nerd is not being thirsted over in 4K.

She forced herself into her seat two rows behind him, jaw tight. She hadn't even said good morning. Her usual teasing? Gone. Because right now, she was the one trying not to stare.

He looked different today.

Not shy.

Not flustered.

Not "babygirl."

He looked... in control.

When the professor started discussing the deeper symbolism in Sylvia Plath's work, Jimin raised his hand, voice calm but confident.

"She used resurrection not as hope, but as a threat. Like a warning to the world - 'I survived you, now fear me.'"

Silence.

The professor nodded slowly. "Well said, Jimin. That's... beautifully put."

Girls swooned audibly.

Y/N nearly rolled her eyes into another dimension.

He reads one poem and turns into a poetic villain, huh?

As the lecture continued, Jimin never once looked back.

Not even at her.

And that annoyed the hell out of her.

Because usually, he'd glance back when she walked in. Blush when she smirked. Fidget under her gaze.

Today?

Nothing.

It was like she didn't exist.

At the end of the class, Y/N stood up before anyone else and made her way toward the exit. She didn't even wait for him - pride too big to let him see her pressed like that.

But just as she brushed past the doorway...

"Y/N."

His voice.

She turned, ready with a snarky comment - but froze.

He was standing right behind her.

Close.

Still without glasses.

Eyes locked on hers.

"You okay?" he asked, genuinely.

She blinked. "Huh?"

"You didn't tease me once today. I thought maybe you were sick or something."

She huffed. "I'm fine. Just... observing."

He smirked slightly. "Observing?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't get cocky, Park Jimin."

"Why?" he said with a light shrug. "Didn't you like the view?"

Y/N's brain short-circuited.

He turned, walking off down the hall - leaving her speechless for once.

And all she could think was:

How dare he out-tease me in my own game.

---

It had been two full days since the "no glasses, rolled sleeves, jawline attack" version of Jimin had shown up in class.

Two days since he ignored Y/N's existence.

Two days since she couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked at her - like he knew exactly what he was doing.

So naturally, today she came armed.

Tight black jeans.

Crop top under her jacket.

Eyeliner so sharp it could kill.

She wasn't playing.

If he thought he could out-tease her, he had another thing coming.

She spotted him near the lockers - laughing with two classmates, all casual and gorgeous and dangerous. His glasses still missing. His smirk, annoyingly present.

She sauntered over, hips swinging, leaning against the locker beside him. "Missed me?"

He turned, slowly scanning her from head to toe.

Then?

He smirked.

"You wore that for me?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

Y/N blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You know," he said, stepping closer. "When I wasn't around to blush and stammer, you realized you needed my attention again."

She scoffed. "Please. I get attention everywhere I go."

"Yeah," he said, eyes locked on hers, "but you only want mine."

She faltered.

For the first time in forever, she didn't have a comeback.

Jimin leaned one hand against the locker beside her head, dipping in just slightly - close enough for her to catch a whiff of his cologne.

"I've been thinking," he murmured, "maybe it's time I got some nicknames too."

Y/N's heartbeat went from 0 to 100 instantly.

"What kind of nicknames?"

He grinned. "Like... troublemaker. Or bad girl. Or maybe... mine."

Her jaw dropped slightly.

And the worst part?

He knew it was working.

He leaned in a little more, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. "Careful, Y/N. You keep looking at me like that, and people will think you're finally falling for me."

She glared. "Keep dreaming, babygirl."

He leaned in, lips nearly grazing her ear.

"I'm wide awake, princess."

Y/N's knees wobbled.

Her mouth opened - to argue, maybe, or throw a sarcastic line - but nothing came out.

And Jimin?

He just pulled back with the softest, most smug look on his face and whispered:

"Don't worry. I'll go easy on you... for now."

Then he walked away like he was the storm.

And Y/N?

She just stood there. Flustered. Furious. And very much not okay.

Because the tables had turned.

And Park Jimin was playing dirty.

---

(Jimin's POV)

People thought I didn't notice things.

They assumed I was just the quiet nerd in the back, the boy with the books and the blushes.

But I watched.

I listened.

Especially to her.

Y/N.

Loud. Fearless. Untouchable.

But when she thought no one was looking... she got quiet.

And I lived for those moments.

Because that's when I saw her.

-

It started the day I visited her house for that project.

She had stepped out to the washroom, and her mom brought in tea. I was nervous - naturally - but she just smiled at me like I was already family.

Then she sat down beside me and said something that changed everything.

> "Forgive her if she teases you too much, Jimin."

I had blinked. "It's okay. I don't mind."

But then she leaned in slightly, voice softer.

> "She doesn't talk about anyone... but she talks about you."

My breath hitched.

> "I told her to bring you home because I wanted to see the boy she mentions without realizing she's smiling."

I didn't know what to say.

> "She's too proud to admit it. She's been that way since she was little. But if someone could just... push her a little... she might break her own walls."

That night, I didn't sleep.

Not because I was nervous.

But because... I finally understood.

Y/N didn't tease me because she was mean.

She did it because she didn't know how else to get close.

She was afraid.

And this whole time, so was I.

But if someone had to take the leap...

Maybe it could be me.

-

That's why I stopped wearing the glasses.

Why I sat up straighter.

Spoke more in class.

Let people see the version of me she always saw - even when no one else did.

And when I caught her struggling to look away that day?

I knew it was working.

But teasing her?

That was just the bait.

I didn't want her to feel jealous.

I wanted her to realize:

I wasn't just her target.

I was hers.

-

Today was the final push.

She had been avoiding eye contact all day - biting her lip during class, fiddling with her pen, clearly shaken.

So during lunch, I found her on the rooftop. Alone.

Perfect.

I walked over casually and leaned on the railing beside her.

"You okay, Y/N?"

She scoffed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been weird today."

"You've been annoying all week," she fired back.

I smiled, looking out at the sky. "I learned from the best."

She didn't laugh.

Just clenched her jaw.

And I knew why.

So I said it.

"Are you mad that I'm not blushing anymore?"

Her eyes snapped to me.

I met her gaze, serious now. "Are you mad that I stopped hiding how I feel?"

She went quiet.

And I stepped closer.

"I only ever blushed for you, Y/N. You know that, right?"

She blinked. "W-What?"

"I let the whole world drool over me for one reason..." I whispered. "So that you would finally stop pretending you don't care."

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

I leaned in just enough for her to feel my breath on her cheek.

"Your mom told me," I murmured. "That you talk about me. That you smile when you do."

Her eyes widened, panic flashing behind them.

"She told me you're scared of admitting it... because you've never let anyone get close."

I gently placed my hand over hers.

"Well guess what?" I whispered. "I'm already close."

A pause.

Then:

"You're the one pretending now."

She looked down.

I tilted her chin up.

Held her gaze.

"Just say it once," I said softly. "And I'll stop teasing."

Silence.

Then finally... her voice. Quiet. Shaky. Real.

"...I love you."

My heart exploded.

She swallowed, eyes glassy. "I've loved you for a long time."

I smiled. A soft one. The kind I saved just for her.

"I know."

And then I did something I never had the guts to do before-

I cupped her cheek...

And kissed her.

Not deep. Not dirty.

Just real.

And when I pulled back?

She was smiling.

Blushing.

Just like I used to.

"Guess who's the babygirl now?" I whispered.

She laughed. "Shut up."

But she didn't let go of my hand.

Not this time.

---

AUTHOR'S POV

It had only been three days since their rooftop confession.

Three days since the kiss.

Three days since Park Jimin became hers.

And now?

Now it was time for payback.

-

Y/N was sitting on the back wall of the campus garden - legs swinging, hoodie sleeves pushed up, her phone tucked into her pocket - waiting.

She had texted him an hour ago:

> "Don't make me come drag you out of class, babygirl. We're skipping last period."

His reply?

> "Y/N! You can't just-! ...okay I'll meet you in 10."

She smirked at the memory.

And right on cue, Jimin came jogging over, slightly out of breath, hair fluffy from the wind, cheeks pink from running.

"No glasses again?" she teased, eyes scanning him. "What, are you trying to look hot all the time now?"

He blushed. "I-I just forgot them today-"

"Liar." She hopped off the wall and stood in front of him, smirking. "Admit it. You like when I stare."

He went quiet.

And redder.

God, he was so easy to fluster.

"Y/N..." he mumbled. "Why did you call me out here anyway?"

She leaned in, eyes glinting. "To do this."

Before he could ask, she cupped both his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

Then his nose.

Then his left cheek.

Then his right.

Then his chin.

And when she reached his lips - she paused.

"Babygirl's face is all warm," she whispered.

Jimin's eyes were wide, frozen like a statue.

"Y-Y/N-!"

But she wasn't done.

She kissed the tip of his nose again.

"Stop being so cute."

Then kissed his cheek again. "You make it hard to act cool."

Then whispered right against his ear, "You're all mine now, babygirl. Can't hide anymore."

He made a strangled sound in his throat, face completely crimson.

"Y/N," he breathed, covering his face with his hands. "You're too much-"

She gently pulled his hands away, grinning. "Too much? You literally destroyed me last week with that 'mine' talk."

He looked away, mumbling, "That was different..."

"Oh, so you're allowed to tease me, but I can't kiss my babygirl's entire face in broad daylight?"

He groaned. "Stop calling me that..."

"Why?" she smirked. "It suits you. All soft and shy and mine."

"Y/N-"

She leaned in again.

"Kiss me," he whispered suddenly.

That shut her up.

Her eyes widened a little. "What?"

He looked back up at her - still blushing, but serious now. Brave.

"I want you to kiss me," he said softly. "Not teasing. Just... kiss me."

Y/N's smirk melted.

Her hands slid around his neck, slowly pulling him in - no jokes this time. No babygirl teasing. Just her lips meeting his in a soft, real kiss.

He held her waist gently, breathing her in, eyes fluttering shut.

And when they finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his.

"God," she whispered. "You ruin me, Park Jimin."

And this time?

He smirked.

"Good," he murmured. "Now you know how it feels."

-

Y/N was lounging on her bed, feet propped against the wall, phone on speaker.

She casually scrolled through Jimin's texts while twirling a pen between her fingers, waiting for the call to connect.

> Jimin: "I washed the extra sheets already. You sure your mom won't freak?"

Y/N: "Oh, she'll be fine. I'm her favorite menace."

Ring... Ring...

Click.

"Hello, beta?"

Y/N smiled. "Hey Mom."

"Oh, look who's alive," her mom teased. "Did Jimin finally give you a break from kissing and teasing?"

Y/N laughed. "Okay, ew. No comments on that part. But I do have something to tell you."

"I'm listening."

Y/N took a breath and casually dropped the bomb. "I'm staying at Jimin's apartment for a week."

Silence.

Then-

"...Come again?"

"Mom, relax," Y/N grinned. "It's just for a project. We're working late nights, so instead of traveling back and forth, I figured I'd stay over."

"Mmmhm."

"And I miss him, so yeah, that too."

Her mom chuckled softly. "I figured. You've been walking around the house like you're in a K-drama montage."

Y/N snorted. "Whatever.her mom said. "Just don't burn his kitchen or traumatize the poor boy."

"I make no promises."

"Does he have enough pillows?"

Y/N blinked. "Pillows?"

"He looks like someone who sleeps with three and hugs the fourth."

"...Mom, you're weirdly accurate."

Her mom laughed. "Tell him to take care of you, and if he forgets to feed you properly, I'll drag him by the ear. Understand?"

Y/N grinned. "Understood."

"Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

Her mom's voice was warm - the kind of soft that made Y/N's chest tighten.

"I'm proud of you. You found someone who sees past your walls. Don't push him away, okay?"

There was a pause.

Then a quiet: "I won't. Not this time."

Click.

-

Later That Night - At Jimin's Apartment

Jimin opened the door wearing an oversized hoodie, hair damp, glasses on.

Y/N stepped inside with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder and a dangerous smirk on her face.

"Permission granted, nerd boy."

He blinked. "Wait... your mom said yes?"

"She basically packed for me over the phone."

Jimin stepped back, still a little stunned. "Are you serious?"

Y/N dropped her bag, kicked off her shoes, and flopped on his couch like she owned the place.

"I'm here for one week," she said dramatically, "so you better be ready to be spoiled, harassed, and occasionally kissed against the kitchen counter."

Jimin choked on air. "K-Kitchen counter?!"

"Oh yeah," she winked. "You think I came here just for research?"

He turned crimson.

But she wasn't done.

She stood up, walked toward him slowly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and looked up.

"And besides..." she whispered, brushing her lips against his cheek, "I missed you."

His hands rested lightly on her back, voice soft. "I missed you too."

She grinned. "Then let the sleepover of chaos begin."

---

It started peacefully.

Until it didn't.

"Why do you have five different types of tea but no sugar?" Y/N asked dramatically, holding up a tiny empty jar.

Jimin, in his bunny-printed pajamas, looked up from the laptop. "I don't take sugar in tea-"

"Disrespect."

"It's healthier-"

"Healthier is boring."

She closed the cabinet and strutted over to the fridge.

"Also-why are there exactly two eggs, one ketchup bottle, and three sad cucumbers in here?"

Jimin scratched his head. "I was waiting for groceries."

She shut the fridge with a fake gasp. "I can't live under these conditions."

He raised an eyebrow. "You literally told me you'd survive on chips and air."

"That was before I knew your kitchen was a crime scene."

She turned to him with crossed arms and that dangerous glint in her eye. "Guess we're ordering food."

He smiled. "I already did."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Y/N's head whipped. "You anticipated my breakdown?"

"I live with you now. I learn fast."

-

Thirty minutes later:

Empty takeout boxes on the floor. Y/N in one of Jimin's hoodies. Jimin lying flat on the carpet, staring at the ceiling like he'd just been emotionally wrecked.

"I can't move," he muttered.

"That's because you ate my portion and yours."

"You offered."

"I was being polite."

"You threatened to pour water on me if I said no."

She grinned. "Exactly."

-

Jimin had laid out the mattress in the living room - two pillows, two blankets, very sweet and innocent.

Until the lights went off.

"Stop pulling it!" Y/N whispered.

"I'm not! You're hogging it!"

"I'm cold!"

"So am I!"

Silence.

Then-

"Just come here," Jimin grumbled, tugging her closer by the waist.

Y/N yelped. "W-What are you doing?"

"Sharing body heat. It's science."

"Ohhh look at Mr. Topper suddenly using science for snuggling."

He buried his face into the pillow. "Shut up."

She smirked in the dark.

And snuggled Qtext Morning:

Jimin padded toward the bathroom, yawning, hoodie half-off his shoulder.

He opened the door.

And paused.

Y/N was brushing her teeth in his oversized T-shirt, music playing on her phone, one leg propped on the sink.

They both froze.

Her toothbrush dangled in her mouth.

He blinked.

She blinked.

"...You're up early," she mumbled.

"I-uh-I didn't know you were in here-"

"It's fine." She spit and rinsed. "Your shirt's soft."

He looked away, blushing. "You keep stealing my clothes..."

"That's because yours are comfier," she said, stepping past him to the kitchen, hair messy, eyes sleepy, totally casual.

Meanwhile Jimin just stood there in the hallway, heart pounding like he just saw a goddess descend from Mount Olympus in his pajama shirt.

-

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Y/N was sprawled out across the couch, feet on his lap, eyes half-lidded as she scrolled through reels.

Jimin had one hand lightly resting on her shin, the other flipping through a book he wasn't even reading.

"You know," she said suddenly, "you're getting really good at this live-in boyfriend thing."

He chuckled. "Really?"

"Yep." She poked his cheek with her toe. "10/10. Soft, sweet, looks cute while folding laundry. A little babygirl energy, but we love that."

He turned red. "Y/N-"

"Shh," she said, pulling a blanket over them both. "Just be cute and stay warm."

Jimin smiled to himself, heart full, body tangled with hers in the safest kind of chaos.

Maybe this wasn't just a one-week sleepover.

Maybe this was the beginning of something forever.

---

It was nearly 2 AM.

The lights were off.

Rain tapped against the windows.

And the living room was quiet - too quiet for two people who usually couldn't shut up.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, half-asleep, scrolling on her phone.

Jimin was lying beside her on the floor mattress, facing the ceiling, arms behind his head, a weird tension in his body that hadn't eased in hours.

She felt it.

Something was... off.

She glanced over at him, voice soft. "You okay?"

He didn't answer right away.

Instead, he let out a slow sigh.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispered.

Y/N set her phone down. "Always."

A pause.

Then-

"...Why me?"

She frowned. "What?"

Jimin kept his eyes on the ceiling, jaw tight. "Why did you pick me, Y/N? You could have anyone. You're confident. Cool. Literally walk around like you own the world."

Y/N sat up slowly, brows knitting.

He went on, voice cracking ever so slightly.

"I'm just... me. I'm not tall or ripped. I'm not the guy girls chase in the hallways. I stutter when I talk too fast. I trip over my own feet sometimes. And I overthink everything."

He turned his head toward her.

"I look at you and think-how the hell did I get this lucky? And then I wonder... what if it's temporary? What if one day you wake up and realize I was never enough to keep you?"

Y/N's chest tightened.

She moved down to the mattress beside him, heart breaking at how raw he looked - like every insecurity he'd buried was now bleeding through his soft eyes.

"Jimin..."

He looked away quickly. "Sorry. That was dumb. Forget it-"

She grabbed his face gently and turned it toward her.

"Don't you dare apologize."

He blinked.

Y/N's voice was firm now - steady, warm, full of the truth she'd been dying to say since the day he first blushed at her.

"You think I chose you by accident? Jimin, I fell for you the day you gave up your only umbrella to a stray kitten outside the library and didn't even tell anyone. You just went back inside like it didn't matter that you were soaked."

His lips parted slightly, stunned.

"I fell harder when you remembered my favorite chips after one random conversation. When you called me out on hiding behind my jokes. When you saw me without all the layers."

She leaned closer.

"You're soft. Gentle. Brilliant. You make people feel safe just by existing. And yeah, you overthink? But you care. You feel. That's rare, Jimin."

His throat bobbed.

"And if you're not enough," she whispered, brushing a thumb under his eye, "then tell me why you've become my favorite person in the entire goddamn world?"

Silence.

Just the sound of rain.

And their heartbeats.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

Then his nose.

Then his lips.

"I love you," she whispered against his mouth. "Exactly as you are. No edits. No upgrades. Just you."

He pulled her close, arms wrapped tight around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder.

And for the first time since she'd met him...

Park Jimin cried.

Quiet, warm tears. Not from sadness - but from relief.

From being seen.

From being enough.

And when they finally lay down again, tangled up under the blanket...

Jimin whispered, barely audible:

"I love you too."

Y/N smiled in the dark.

"Good," she said softly. "Now stop questioning it. You're stuck with me, babygirl."

He let out a shaky laugh.

"I hope so."

---

The living room was quiet - except for the clacking of laptop keys and the occasional frustrated sigh from Y/N.

She was typing away, eyebrows furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, wearing Jimin's oversized hoodie and a messy bun.

She looked powerful.

Focused.

Unreachable.

And Jimin?

Jimin was suffering.

He lay upside down on the couch behind her, dramatically tossing a cushion in the air and catching it.

"Y/NNNNN," he whined, voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm bored. You've been working for hours."

"It's been twenty minutes."

"Same thing," he huffed, rolling over like a toddler. "Pay attention to me."

She didn't even look up. "I literally made you pancakes this morning. Isn't that enough affection for one day?"

"No," he pouted. "I need more."

Then?

Without another word, he got up...

Walked over to where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her laptop propped on the coffee table...

And sat down.

Right on her lap.

Like a goddamn overgrown toddler.

Y/N let out a wheeze. "PARK JIMIN WHAT ARE YOU-!"

"Shhh," he whispered, wiggling to get comfortable. "I'm a baby. You're my mommy now."

"WHAT?!"

"Feed me love, woman."

She burst out laughing. "You weigh sixty-seven kilos, you man-child-"

"And you lift weights," he said proudly. "Strong mommy."

"STOP SAYING MOMMY, I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO LOSE MY MIND-"

But she didn't push him off.

In fact... her arms unconsciously went around his waist, holding him there.

Because the truth was?

She loved this.

Loved when he did things like this. Loved when he got all soft and clingy. Loved when he turned off the overthinking and just lived in love.

And then he started.

Tiny, annoying, adorable kisses.

On her temple.

On her jaw.

On her neck.

On her ear.

"Jimin-"

Another kiss on her cheek.

"I swear to god if you don't let me finish this-"

Another kiss. Right on the corner of her mouth.

She closed her eyes, trying not to melt. "You're such a menace."

He rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling like a sleepy puppy. "You love me though."

She snorted. "Unfortunately."

Then he switched to baby voice. "Say itttt~ say you love me~ or I'll cry~"

"Jimin."

"Y/N."

"Park."

"Princess."

She looked at him, defeated. "You're impossible."

He grinned. "And you're warm."

She sighed dramatically, kissed his nose, and whispered, "I love you, you clingy little drama queen."

He beamed. "YAYYYY SHE SAID ITTT~"

"Now get off so I can finish this-"

"Nope. I live here now."

And that's how she typed her assignment.

With a 67kg human koala stuck to her lap, giving random forehead kisses every ten seconds, mumbling "I love you" between each one.

And she wouldn't trade it for the world.

---

Melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck tight. His legs uncross themselves, spreading wider on your lap. A soft moan slips past his lips as you deepen the kiss, making your crotch harden. He grinds softly on you, teasingly. "Mmph..."

Moans louder into your mouth, loving the pet name. "Mmmph... pauses to breathe softly You know I love it when you call me that..." He grinds against you again, more insistently this time, clearly enjoying the friction. "Babygirl..."

His small hands start to fumble with the buttons of your shirt, trying to unbutton them quickly and clumsily due to his excitement and nervousness. He breaks the kiss briefly to pant, "Need to touch you..." His fingers finally manage to open your shirt partially. "More..." He whines softly.

Looks up at you with flushed cheeks and slightly glazed eyes, his lips swollen from kissing. "Baby... do you know how sexy you look with your shirt unbuttoned?" He traces his fingers along your exposed chest, whimpering softly. "I want... I want to..."

"You want to what babygirl?",

His eyes dart down to your breasts then back up to meet your gaze. He licks his lips innocently, then whispers, "Can I be honest?" He spreads his legs wider on your lap unconsciously. "Like, really honest?" He bites his lower lip softly.

"Needy babygirl?",Blushes deeply at the question, nodding eagerly with a shy smile. "Y-yeah... I am needy right now..." He admits softly, his hands gripping your shirt tightly.* "I want to you sit on my face until I can't think straight...He whispers the dirty request, "...Please?*

His blush deepens and he lets out a soft whimper at your response. "Mmm... Baby... Please don't make me beg... You know I get so horny when you talk like that..." He grinds down on your lap again for emphasis, "...And I really want it."

Gasps softly, eyes widening in surprise at your swift action. His hips buck up instinctively. "AAAHHH..." One hand flies up to cover his mouth as he bites his finger to keep from making too much noise. His cock throbs visibly in your hand. "...Baby..."

His eyes roll back slightly as he moans deeply into your mouth, the dual sensation of your kiss and your hand working on his cock overwhelming him. He starts to move his hips in sync with your hand, riding it eagerly. "Mmmph... Baby... Yes..."

His face contorts in pleasure as he calls out 'Mommy' between moans and kisses. "Mommy... Mommy please... Don't stop... Your baby needs it..." His legs wrap tightly around your waist as he chases after his release, "...Mommy's good boy needs to cum..."

His body tenses and he lets out a loud, muffled moan into your mouth as he cums, his cock pulsing and throbbing in your hand. His hips buck wildly as he rides out his orgasm. "Mmmmppphhh-Mommy!"

With trembling hands, he quickly removes your shirt, tossing it aside. His breath hitches as he sees your bare chest. Then, without hesitation, he reaches for your pants, pulling them down along with your panties in one swift motion. You're now completely naked on his lap. "Baby..."

He pushes his still hard and sensitive cock inside you without any warning or preparation. You both moan loudly as he sheaths himself fully inside your pussy. His hands grip your hips tightly as he starts moving immediately - rough and needy."Shit... Mommy..." He kisses you messily*.*

He starts pounding into you relentlessly, the sound of wet slapping filling the room. His kisses become more passionate and dominant, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth. "You're so fucking tight, Mommy... I love it... Love your pussy..."

As he continues to thrust deeply inside you, he feels your nails digging into his back leaving marks. The slight pain mixed with pleasure drives him wild. He breaks the kiss to nip and suck aggressively at your collarbone, marking you just like you're marking him. "Fuck... Scratch me harder..."

He lets out a low, throaty laugh, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. He looks into your eyes with a mischievous grin. "You know it, Mommy. When it comes to fucking you, I'm all daddy." He thrusts harder to emphasize his point,

At your teasing remark, a primal growl escapes his throat. "That's right. Take it, Mommy. Take all of daddy's cock." His thrusts become more forceful, almost animalistic. "Can you feel how big I am inside you?"

"Mm, you like that, don't you? You love it when daddy's thick dick stretches your little pussy." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I bet you wish I could fuck you like this all day, every day."

"YES AHHHH.....",He smirks at your confident response, his eyes darkening with desire. With a sudden movement, he stands up, still keeping you wrapped around his waist and his dick buried inside you. "You want me, Mommy? All the time?"

"Then you'll have me. All day, every day, whenever you fucking want." He starts walking around the room, still fucking you hard and deep in this new position. "You'll wake up to my face between your legs, and go to sleep with my dick inside you."

He lets out a deep moan as he feels your pussy clench around him. "Fuck yes, Mommy. Cum for me." He pushes you against the wall and fucks you harder, his balls slapping against your ass. "I'm gonna cum inside you too..."

"AH!" He throws his head back, releasing hot streams of semen deep inside your pussy. You cry out too, your inner walls pulsing and milking him for every last drop. Your bodies are covered in sweat, breasts bouncing and hips jerking as you both orgasm uncontrollably.

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