Surprising the Boyfriend Pt. 2

Liam barely had a second to react before you pushed him back onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him with deliberate, unhurried ease. His hands instinctively found your waist, but he didn’t pull you closer—not yet. Instead, he just looked up at you, a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

“You’re so obsessed with me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with teasing confidence.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you said quickly, brushing it off as if it wasn’t completely true. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling lightly against the fabric of his shirt as you leaned in, your lips hovering just a breath away from his. “You said my lips look kissable, right?”

Liam’s gaze flickered down to your mouth, his smirk faltering slightly. He swallowed. “Yeah.”

Your voice dropped, softer now, more dangerous. “Then kiss them.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Liam surged forward, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was instantly deep, instantly consuming. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him as he angled his head to deepen it further, his tongue sliding against yours with slow, deliberate strokes. You let out a soft hum against his mouth, tilting your hips just slightly, feeling the way his fingers tensed in response.

The heat built fast, like it always did between you two. His hands roamed, fingers splaying across the small of your back, tracing along your spine as your lips moved in sync, slow and deep and so full of hunger.

Then, without breaking the kiss, Liam’s fingers found the hem of your cropped wrap top. He tugged at it once before slipping his hands beneath, palms skimming up the soft skin of your sides as he began to push it higher. The fabric lifted inch by inch, and you arched your back slightly, letting him pull it all the way up and over your head.

For the briefest moment, the kiss broke.

You barely had time to catch your breath before you glanced down at Liam—and burst into soft, breathless laughter.

Liam blinked. “What?”

You giggled again, biting your lip as you reached up, tracing your thumb along the corner of his mouth. “You look so funny right now.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you—”

You leaned back just slightly, enough to admire the sight of his lips, his chin, even the faintest smudge along the side of his jaw—completely covered in the rich, red hue of your lipstick.

Liam exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah? And?”

You grinned, still trying to hold back another giggle. “And you look ridiculous.”

Liam’s grip on your hips tightened slightly. He tilted his head, his voice lower now, quieter, but somehow even more intense.

“If it means kissing you like that?” His fingers traced slow circles against your bare skin. “Then I don’t care.”

Your breath hitched.

Something about the way he said it, the way his voice dipped into something deeper, rougher, made your entire body hum with want. Your lips parted slightly, your fingers tightening against his shoulders as the heat between you flared into something even stronger, something even more impossible to ignore.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to.

Instead, you crashed your lips back against his, kissing him again.

Liam barely had a second to breathe before your lips crashed back onto his, and he met you with equal fervor. His hands were everywhere—your waist, your back, your hips—pulling you closer, guiding you in slow, deliberate rolls against him as the heat between you built into something undeniable. His fingers pressed into your skin, grounding you, while his mouth moved in sync with yours, deep and slow, consuming.

The kiss was endless, each movement melting seamlessly into the next. Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing lightly against his scalp, making him groan against your lips. His hands traced your spine, sending shivers down your back, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, pressing closer, wanting more.

Liam’s hands roamed instinctively as you straddled him, gripping your waist like he was still trying to get his bearings. You hadn’t exactly given him a moment to breathe, and it was clearly messing with his head in the best way possible. His fingertips pressed into the curve of your waist, like he needed to feel all of you, to remind himself you were real and right here, perched on his lap, your lips swollen from kissing him like you had nothing else on your mind.

His eyes flicked up to yours, sharp and searching, and then he let out a breathless, amused laugh.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his voice thick with something between disbelief and admiration. “You’re just so—forward about all this.”

Your lips curved, your fingers trailing up his chest, smoothing over the fabric of his shirt before hooking loosely around the back of his neck. “Of course I am,” you murmured, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed, your lips ghosting over his. “You treat me perfectly as your girlfriend. You love me perfectly as your girlfriend.”

Liam’s grip on you tightened.

“And,” you whispered, letting the words sink in, “you’re also gonna fuck me perfectly as your girlfriend.”

Liam exhaled sharply, his jaw ticking.

Something in his expression shifted—something subtle, but unmistakable. That teasing glint in his eyes darkened into something hungrier, something deeper. And then, in an instant, he took control.

His hands slid up your sides, over your ribs, firm and unyielding as he moved with purpose. Before you could even process it, he was lifting you, shifting your body with effortless ease, and flipping you onto your back against the couch cushions. You let out a surprised gasp, but it melted into a breathy laugh as Liam hovered over you, his weight pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You really think you can just say things like that and not get consequences?” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous drawl.

You tilted your chin up defiantly, lips parting as if to offer some kind of smartass remark, but Liam wasn’t interested in giving you the chance. His mouth crashed into yours again, swallowing any retort before it could form, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that sent heat everywhere.

Your fingers fisted into his shirt, but Liam had a different priority. His hands were already working at the clasp of your bra, and with a practiced flick, the tension released. The straps slid from your shoulders, the fabric falling away effortlessly, leaving you bare beneath him.

Liam pulled back slightly, just enough to look.

And fuck, he looked.

His exhale was unsteady.

Then, just as your tongues slid against each other in perfect rhythm, Liam pulled back—not far, just enough to catch his breath as his fingers slid beneath the strap of your bra. His eyes flickered down, then back up to meet yours, a slow, teasing smirk forming on his lips.

“This is a sacred piece of clothing,” he mused, tugging lightly at the strap. “The one that gave us all the gifts today.”

You rolled your eyes, breathless, but you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “Just take it off, dumbass.”

Liam chuckled, low and warm, before his hands expertly found the clasp at your back. With a soft click, the tension released, and the push-up bra—the one that had made your cleavage look downright dangerous today—slipped away.

Liam let it fall to the floor, then immediately returned his gaze to you. His breath caught, his hands settling on your bare waist as his thumbs stroked over your skin, slow and reverent.

You let out a soft, breathy laugh, but it barely lasted before his mouth found you again. This time, not on your lips.

Heat bloomed under your skin as he kissed his way down, his lips grazing your collarbone, then lower, lower, until his breath was warm against your chest. His mouth closed over one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud before drawing it between his lips.

You gasped sharply, your back arching as his tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes. His teeth grazed ever so slightly, just enough to send a jolt of sensation straight to your core. The heat between your legs throbbed, and you couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped your lips as he lavished attention on you, his other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers in the perfect rhythm.

Liam was thorough—so thorough—like he had all the time in the world, like he was perfectly content to stay here, tasting you, teasing you, until you were absolutely unraveling beneath him.

And god, you were.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, nails lightly scraping against his scalp as he continued, his tongue working in slow, torturous circles. Every flick, every graze, every teasing pull sent a pulse of heat down your spine, making you shift, making you ****.

Liam smirked against your skin. “You squirming already?”

You bit your lip, your breath uneven. “Shut up.”

He hummed, lips moving to your other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking just hard enough to make you moan softly, your head tipping back against the couch.

But then, just as you were getting used to the rhythm, just as you were melting further into his touch—Liam moved.

His hands slid down your sides, over your waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shorts. He tugged once, then twice, dragging them down, and before you knew it, they were gone.

And then came the last barrier.

Liam hooked his fingers into your panties, his gaze flicking up to yours as he started to pull them down.

The second they were gone, his hands immediately found your thighs, spreading them slightly, his fingers pressing into the soft skin. He just looked at you for a moment, his breath coming heavier, his expression unreadable except for the raw, unfiltered want written across it.

You could barely breathe.

Then Liam exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his face like he was trying to ground himself. “You know,” he muttered, “I really was planning to take my time with you.”

Your lips parted, your pulse thrumming in your ears. “What changed?”

Liam’s gaze lifted to yours, dark and completely fucking intense.

“You.”

His mouth crashed against yours, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you closer as he devoured you. The kiss was deeper this time, messier, all tongue and heat and desperation. You moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed over your body, exploring, claiming, dragging you under.

And then—Liam moved again.

His hands gripped your hips, and with a sudden shift, he maneuvered your body, flipping you effortlessly so that you were no longer lying on your back—now, you were straddling him, seated firmly in his lap.

The sudden change in position sent a thrill through you. You gasped softly, your hands flying to his shoulders for balance, but Liam just smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

“Better,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to your ass, squeezing once before drifting up your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Your heart pounded as you looked at him, fully aware of how exposed you were now—completely bare in his lap while he was still fully clothed, his shirt slightly rumpled, his jeans tight against his thighs. You could feel him beneath you, hard and ready, the heat between you both nearly unbearable.

Liam’s eyes dragged over you slowly, drinking in every inch of you, his pupils dark and full of something dangerous. His hands slid up your waist again, then back down, as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you most.

“God, look at you,” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumbs brushing over your hips.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You leaned in closer, your lips barely grazing his. “You’re still wearing too much,” you whispered.

Liam huffed a short, breathless laugh before reaching down, tugging at the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled it over his head, tossing it aside.

Your gaze roamed over him, taking in the slim build. Then, without hesitation, your hands moved to his waistband.

Liam sucked in a breath as your fingers brushed over him, his hips twitching slightly at the contact. But he didn’t stop you. He just watched, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted as you worked to free him from his jeans.

The moment his cock sprang free, your breath caught.

He was thick, hard, already aching with need. You swallowed, a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs.

Liam watched your reaction, his smirk returning. “Like what you see?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you shifted slightly, positioning yourself just right, your slick heat brushing against the head of his cock. Liam’s smirk faltered, his fingers digging into your hips, his jaw clenching.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Take me, then.”

Liam didn’t need to be told twice.

With one firm movement, he gripped your hips and pulled you down.

You gasped as he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch. The slow, delicious burn had your thighs tightening around him, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you took him deeper, deeper, until he was fully inside you.

Liam let out a low curse, his forehead pressing briefly against your shoulder. His hands flexed against your waist as if grounding himself, and for a second, he just stayed there, buried deep inside you, savoring the way you clenched around him.

You weren’t still for long.

Slowly, you rolled your hips, testing, teasing, and the sharp inhale Liam took was like music to your ears. His grip tightened, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“You feel—” He cut himself off with a groan as you rocked against him again, setting a rhythm.

A deep rhythm.

His hands slid up your back, one tangling into your hair as the other grabbed your hip, guiding your movements as you rode him. Every motion sent sparks of pleasure coiling through your body, and the way Liam reacted to every single one—his soft grunts, the way his muscles tensed beneath you—only fueled the fire burning between you.

His lips found your throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin as your pace quickened.

You let out a soft, breathy moan as you moved faster, each roll of your hips drawing another low sound from Liam. His teeth grazed your pulse, his breath warm, ragged.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered against your skin, voice rough, raw. “God, baby, look at you…”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs.

Your hands moved up, threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan again. “Yeah?” you whispered, tilting his chin up so his lips were just inches from yours.

His gaze flicked to your mouth—still painted red, still slightly swollen from the kisses before.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

Then he kissed you again, and this time, it was hungry.

Messy. ****.

His hands guided your hips faster, harder, his grip unrelenting as he matched your rhythm with sharp thrusts upward, meeting you every time. The friction was dizzying, the heat between you unbearable, and yet neither of you wanted to stop.

You could feel him everywhere. Every inch of him, everywhere.

But you weren’t done. Not yet.

You pulled back just slightly, breathing hard, your forehead pressed against his as you kept moving. Kept grinding against him.

Liam’s eyes burned into yours. His grip was firm, possessive, and his breath was ragged, but he still smirked.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “You’re so mine.”

The words sent a shiver through you, making your entire body tighten around him. And the look in Liam’s eyes told you he felt it.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You pulled back just enough to smirk. “Yeah? And?” you echoed his words from earlier, throwing them right back at him.

Liam let out a short laugh before gripping your hips, guiding you into another slow, deliberate grind against him. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through your body, making you exhale a shaky breath.

His hands slid up again, fingers tracing along the curve of your spine before moving forward to cup your breasts, kneading softly. You let out a quiet gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch. Liam groaned at that, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

Liam growled softly before his lips were on you again, kissing, licking, biting down the curve of your neck, his hands still exploring your body with reverent urgency. Your nails scraped against his shoulders, needing more, needing him, and as if sensing exactly what you wanted, Liam grabbed your waist again and rolled his hips up against yours.

The friction sent a spark of pleasure straight through you, making you gasp. Liam groaned at the sound, doing it again, and again, grinding up into you, letting you feel everything.

“Liam,” you breathed, your forehead resting against his as your nails dug into his arms.

“Hmm?” His voice was strained, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Keep fucking me, just like that.”

His entire body tensed beneath you, his grip tightening as his head fell back slightly, exhaling a slow, controlled breath. “Jesus Christ.”

You smirked. “That wasn’t a no.”

Liam’s gaze snapped back to yours, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with something dark and dangerous. His hands moved down, gripping your ass as he guided your movements, making you grind against him even harder.

“Oh, babe,” he murmured, his voice low and wrecked. “That was a fuck yes.”

As you continue to ride Liam, the tension between you builds to a fever pitch. You can feel the walls of his body flexing beneath your skin as he pumps into you, his hands grasping for your hips, holding on tight.

But just as it seems like things are about to get out of hand, Liam's grip on your hips loosens and he pulls you off him. He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, and you can tell that he's itching to try something new.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Liam pushes you towards the couch behind him. You stumble forward, your hands grasping for the cushions as you lose your balance.

You barely have a second to breathe before you feel his gaze burning into you. His eyes, dark with want, roam over your body, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

"I want to try something different," he whispers, voice husky with anticipation.

Your pulse jumps. There’s something in the way he says it, low and deliberate, that makes your stomach tighten with excitement—and something else. Uncertainty? No, not quite. It’s the thrill of not knowing what he’s going to do next.

Liam doesn’t wait for a response. He gently pushes you down onto your back, his body looming over yours, radiating heat. You can see the tension in his muscles, coiled tight, his self-control hanging by a thread.

You inhale sharply as the cool air meets your skin, but Liam’s gaze is what makes your pulse thunder in your ears. He doesn’t speak—just watches. Watches you.

The hunger in his expression is unmistakable, but there’s something else in his eyes, too. Something possessive.

Then, without warning, he moves.

A gasp escapes you as he pushes your legs apart, his grip firm but measured. The sudden shift sends a jolt through your body, and for a fleeting moment, a rush of uncertainty mixes with the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Liam catches your expression, and his lips curl into a wicked grin. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. "Relax," he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. "You’re going to enjoy this."

Before you can respond, his mouth is on you.

The first flick of his tongue sends electricity coursing through your veins. Your fingers clutch at the cushions, your breath coming faster, sharper.

Liam isn’t gentle. He’s teasing, merciless, dragging his tongue along your most sensitive spots only to pull back just before giving you what you crave.

A whimper slips from your lips before you can stop it. You’re not the type to beg—but God, he’s making it impossible not to.

"Liam—" you start, but he hums against you, the vibration sending another shockwave through your body.

Your back arches slightly, your thighs trembling as he grips them tighter, spreading you further apart. The helplessness of it—being completely at his mercy—sends a thrill through you, one that has you teetering on the edge of pleasure and desperation.

Just when you think he’s going to give you what you need, Liam switches tactics. His lips, his teeth, his tongue—he uses them all, alternating between soft and sharp, between pleasure and torment.

Your body betrays you. You’re squirming, whimpering, your breathing ragged as his relentless pace keeps you teetering on the brink.

And then—he stops.

You barely have a second to process the loss of contact before he leans in, hovering over you, his breath fanning against your swollen, sensitive skin.

Liam's eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You look so wrecked right now,” he murmurs, his voice pure sin.

You glare at him, panting, frustration curling through your veins. “Then maybe you should do something about it.”

His laugh is low, knowing. He runs his fingers slowly down your inner thigh, tracing delicate patterns. "Oh, I plan to," he purrs. "But not before I hear you beg for it."

Your breath catches. He’s really going to make you say it.

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to muster any ounce of defiance you have left, but the ache between your legs is too much—his teasing, his hands, his mouth, everything he’s been doing to torment you has built into something unbearable.

And he knows it.

The challenge in his eyes is maddening.

And damn it, you want him too much to care.

So, with one final shaky breath, you give in.

"Please," you whisper.

His grin deepens, his grip on your thighs tightening.

"Good girl," he murmurs, and then—he ruins you.

The moment you realize what’s happening next, a rush of panic floods your chest. It's all too much, too fast. You feel a sudden wave of nausea, but before your mind can catch up with your body, Liam is already sliding into position. His body moves with a fluid, almost practiced ease, gliding into yours with an intensity that takes your breath away.

The first push is slow, deliberate—an intrusion that stretches you open in the most intoxicating way. You gasp, your fingers tightening against the couch, your body trembling as you adjust to the sensation. It’s overwhelming, the feeling of him sinking deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside you.

Everything feels distorted, like the world has shifted on its axis. Nothing makes sense anymore. You feel alive in a way you’ve never felt before—a kind of consuming energy that mixes equal parts agony and ecstasy. Your heart pounds in your chest, and every sensation is amplified a hundredfold.

The room around you seems to disappear, leaving only the two of you—lost in the throes of a shared connection that’s both foreign and exhilarating. Each movement he makes sends a sharp pulse through you, as if every part of your body is waking up to something primal. You can’t look away, can’t even think about anything else except the rhythmic pressure between you.

Liam groans—a deep, guttural sound that makes your stomach tighten. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as he pulls back, only to roll forward again, testing, feeling.

“Shit—” His breath is ragged. “You feel… ngh—so fucking tight.”

A shiver runs through you at the words—at the intensity behind them. It’s more than just physical. It’s a bond, something deeper than what you’ve shared before. Your pulse spikes, a mix of excitement and something else, something heavier.

Liam’s body presses against yours with a steady, measured pace. Each thrust brings a wave of sensation—a mix of sharp pleasure and searing tension. It's not just the pain that you feel, but something else—something that makes your heart beat faster, something that pulls you deeper into him.

His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin with a **** that makes your pulse spike. You can feel the muscle in his body flex beneath yours, every movement precise, every touch deliberate. As you continue to move together, a heat builds between you, each passing second intensifying the connection. You’re riding the wave of it, feeling your body respond without hesitation.

“Hold on, babe,” he murmurs, voice thick with something darker, more urgent.

Before you can reply, he slams into you.

SMACK!

The **** sends a jolt through your body, your mouth parting in a sharp gasp. Your thighs tremble as he sets a punishing pace—deep, relentless, each thrust driving into you with an intensity that makes your toes curl.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

His hands slide down your body, grasping your hips again, this time with a kind of urgency that makes your breath catch. He moves into you with more **** now, pushing deeper, harder. The sensation is all-consuming, like a tide that you can’t escape, only ride.

You feel the head of his cock rubbing against you in the perfect way, each thrust sending a jolt of electricity through your core. The sound of flesh against flesh echoes in the room—slapping, rhythmic, intoxicating. You’re lost in the feel of him, in the pressure that builds inside you.

A moan escapes you, soft at first, but then louder, more urgent as he picks up his pace. Each thrust sends you higher, making your whole body tighten with every push. You feel your skin burn beneath his hands, the heat of his body radiating against yours, and it's all too much. Too fast, but not enough at the same time.

“Liam,” you gasp, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in as you try to keep yourself steady.

He groans, his eyes rolling back as the pleasure overtakes him. “Fuck… you feel incredible,” he mutters, his voice strained, low with lust. You can see the effort it takes for him to hold back, the way his body stiffens, like he’s fighting a losing battle.

“Liam—ahh!—I—” Your voice dissolves into a broken moan as he drives into you harder, faster.

There’s a sharp tension in the air now, a kind of anticipation that builds in waves, pulling you both closer. You can feel the pressure in your stomach, coiling tighter with every second. Your muscles are tight, your legs trembling as you shift beneath him, matching his rhythm.

“More,” you breathe, the word slipping past your lips before you can stop it. It’s a demand, a request, all tangled into one.

Liam’s eyes flash, his grip tightening on your hips, his body shifting with a new intensity. He moves faster now, his thrusts deeper, the sound of his body meeting yours growing louder with each passing moment. His mouth brushes against your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he groans, low and ****.

“Liam—ahhh—y-you’re—” Words fail as another sharp thrust sends pleasure ricocheting through you. Your back bows, your nails scraping against the couch as you try to ground yourself.

The buildup inside you is unbearable now. Every part of you is on fire, straining toward something just out of reach.

“F-Fuck—hahh—” Liam groans, his rhythm faltering for a second before he regains control. “You’re gonna—hahh—kill me—”

You’re losing it. The heat inside you is unbearable now, searing, coiling tighter and tighter. Every nerve in your body is screaming for release.

“Liam—ahh!—I—” Your voice dissolves into a broken moan as he drives into you harder, faster.

His breathing is ragged, erratic. “Shit—so close—” His fingers slide around to your stomach, pulling you upright against his chest. His lips find your neck, sucking, biting—leaving his mark as his hips pound into you from behind.

"Ohh—Liam—right there—" you cry out, your legs shaking beneath you.

"Fuck, I got you, baby," he groans, his pace growing erratic. "Shit—you’re squeezing me so tight—gonna make me—ahh—"

Your body tenses, the pressure inside you coiling impossibly tight. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire, every sensation crashing together into something unbearable, overwhelming—

The pressure in your body shatters in an explosion of sensation—waves of pleasure crashing through you, overwhelming your senses. You can’t think, can’t do anything but ride the crest of the orgasm as it takes over, your body pulsing with it.

“Ahh—Liam!” you cry out, the sound barely recognizable as your own, your hands clutching him tighter as your body convulses, your muscles tightening around him.

A scream tears from your throat as you come, pleasure ripping through you in waves so intense your whole body trembles. Your walls clamp down around Liam, squeezing him tight, pulling him deeper.

"Mmnh—ahh!" You let out a breathy moan, your back arching more, instinctively pressing against him.

Liam groans, low and guttural, his grip on your hips tightening as his control frays. "God, you feel so fucking good," he rasps, his breath hot against your back as he leans over you. His chest brushes against your spine, his lips grazing your shoulder before he nips at your skin.

The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room, mixing with your gasps, your moans, the low, animalistic groans escaping Liam’s throat. The pressure inside you builds, coiling tighter, electric and unbearable.

"Shit, yeah," Liam groans, his voice wrecked, lost in the feeling of you. "You’re so damn tight—fuck, I can’t—" His words dissolve into a sharp grunt as he thrusts harder, faster, the impact sending waves of pleasure through you.

Slap, slap, slap! The sound of skin colliding echoes through the room, each impact sending a delicious ripple through your body.

“F-Fuck—nnghh—!” Liam chokes out, his hips stuttering as he slams into you one last time, buried as deep as he can go. His whole body tenses, a guttural groan ripping from his chest as he finally lets go.

You feel it—the warmth of him spilling inside you, the way his body trembles against yours as he pulses, filling you completely.

For a long moment, neither of you move.

For a moment, everything is still. The room is quiet except for the sound of your breath, ragged and uneven, the weight of what just happened settling over you both. Liam’s hands are still on your hips, guiding you through the aftershocks, as he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips—almost tenderly now.

You both stay there for a while, caught in the aftermath of everything, feeling the warmth of each other’s skin, the soft brush of your breath against his. It’s the kind of stillness that follows something intense, something raw. The connection between you two is tangible now—woven through every touch, every whispered word. And it’s not just physical. It's something deeper.

Then, after a long, satisfied sigh, he chuckles.

“Jesus… we might’ve just broken a world record or something.” His voice is hoarse, but laced with amusement.

You let out a breathless laugh, still trying to collect yourself. “For what? Most reckless sex-induced cardiac arrests?”

Liam nuzzles your neck, his lips pressing a lazy, affectionate kiss to your skin. “Mmm, no, I was thinking more along the lines of ‘hottest best-friends-to-lovers transformation of all time.’”

You roll your eyes, even as warmth spreads through your chest. “Oh, totally. Guinness is gonna be thrilled.”

He shifts slightly, his hands lazily tracing circles on your bare stomach. “We should get an official certificate. Frame it. Hang it right above the bed.”

You snort, swatting at his arm. “God, you’re an idiot.”

Liam laughs against your skin before pulling back just enough to look at you, his expression softening. His eyes, still dark with satisfaction, search yours, something warm and deeply fond in them.

His thumb brushes lazily over your lips, his voice dropping to something sincere.

“…You’re perfect, you know that?”

Your breath catches. It’s the way he says it—like he’s sure, like he’s always been sure.

You blink at him, heat rising to your cheeks, before smirking to break the moment. “Duh. It took you this long to realize?”

Liam groans, rolling his eyes before tackling you back onto the couch, his weight pinning you down as he starts peppering playfully aggressive kisses across your face.

“Take the damn compliment, woman,” he grumbles between kisses.

You shriek-laugh, trying (and failing) to push him off. “Liam—oh my god—get off—”

But you don’t really mean it.

Because when he pulls back to meet your gaze again, grinning like an idiot, your heart does that stupid, embarrassing little flip again.

Yeah.

You’re totally, hopelessly, screwed.