T-Minus 12

Liam’s body pressed against yours, hot and solid, his weight pinning you down against the sheets as his lips moved hungrily over yours. Your arms were locked around his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, keeping him as close as physically possible. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, his breath coming out in soft, ragged pants between kisses, but neither of you pulled away—not yet.

Because at this very moment, he was buried inside you, and he was cumming.

A deep, shuddering groan vibrated against your lips as Liam pushed in one last time, his hips pressing flush to yours, his cock pulsing deep inside your soaked pussy. You felt it instantly—the rush of warmth, the unmistakable wet heat of him spilling into you, thick and heavy, filling you in deep, satisfying spurts. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as your body instinctively clenched down around him, milking him for every last drop.

You whimpered against his lips, breath stuttering, your fingers gripping at his back, nails pressing into the damp heat of his skin. Liam groaned into your mouth, hips rolling forward in slow, shallow thrusts, as if trying to push it deeper, make sure none of it went to waste.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, your legs pulling him in impossibly closer, keeping him right where you wanted him. You weren’t ready to let go yet—not of the moment, not of the feeling, not of him. His body was still pressed deep inside yours, still nestled in that perfect, intimate heat, and the thought of him pulling away felt almost unbearable.

So you didn’t let him.

Instead, you kissed him again—slow, deep, savoring the moment, reveling in the warmth of his body, the weight of him, the way his lips fit against yours like they were made for it. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips, his body still pressed against yours as if he was thinking the same thing—that he didn’t want to let go, either.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You just kissed, slow and lazy, breathing each other in, letting the heat of the moment linger between you. It wasn’t just about the sex. It was something more—something deeper, something real.

And in twelve days, it would all be over.

Twelve days.

That’s all that was left.

Twelve days, and this would be over.

Liam’s girlfriend. His lover. The way he kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world. The way he held you, like letting go wasn’t even a possibility.

Gone.

But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, he was still here, inside you, your pussy filled with his cum, your bodies tangled in sheets that smelled like him, like you, like sex and warmth and home.

Right now, this moment was yours.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pushing the thought away. You didn’t want to think about that. Not now. Not when you still had him, still had this.

Liam was the one who finally broke the silence, his lips quirking against yours as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His brown eyes were still hazy, still softened by post-orgasmic bliss, but there was amusement in them, too.

A slow, lazy smirk curled his lips. “You ever think we have sex too much?”

You hummed in amusement, fingers lightly brushing over the nape of his neck. Then, with a mischievous little smile, you pulled him in for another quick, slow kiss—just enough to leave him breathless again.

When you pulled back, you whispered against his lips, voice soft and sultry.

“Not enough.”

Liam snorted, shaking his head. "Jesus. My dick is not surviving whatever you just implied."

You smirked. "You’re lucky this transformation didn’t give me all my internal girl bits, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to cum inside me at all. I’d be knocked up a million times over by now. Just a poor little breeding cow, constantly stuffed with your babies."

Liam snorted, his body shaking with laughter as he dropped his head against your shoulder. "Okay, first of all, what the fuck—"

You grinned. "Just stating facts."

"Factual nightmares," he corrected, lifting his head to give you an incredulous look. "Breeding cow? Do you hear yourself?"

You batted your lashes at him innocently. "I mean, you do cum inside me a lot."

"Because I can," Liam shot back. "This is, like, one of the best parts to all of this. No birth control, no risk of pregnancy, just raw, consequence-free nutting." He paused, then added with a grin, "Which, by the way, is a privilege I am now appreciating more than ever, thanks to your weird-ass imagery."

You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "Glad I could help."

Liam rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in them as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingertips lingered against your cheek for a second longer than necessary, his gaze searching yours, like there was something on the tip of his tongue that he wasn’t saying.

Then, just like that, the moment passed.

Instead, you exhaled softly, your fingers still trailing lazily over his back, tracing the faint lines of his muscles. “You ready to pick my outfit today? Like we agreed?”

Liam stiffened slightly. “Ah.”

Your smile widened. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

“…No?”

You raised a brow.

He sighed dramatically. “Okay, maybe I was hoping you’d forget.”

“You promised.”

“I make a lot of promises,” he muttered.

You laughed, brushing your lips against his jaw. “C’mon, don’t be a coward.”

Liam groaned, pressing his face into your neck. “Fine. But if you end up looking like a disaster, that’s on you.”

You smirked. “Oh, I fully plan on manipulating you into picking something hot.”

Liam pulled back to give you a flat look. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you know I always get my way.”

He huffed. “You think you always get your way.”

You grinned, tugging lightly at his hair. “Then why are you still inside me?”

Liam opened his mouth—then closed it.

“…Okay, fair point.”

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before finally letting your legs drop from around his waist. Liam exhaled a deep breath, bracing himself, then finally pulled out—slowly, carefully, every inch dragging against your sensitive walls until he was completely free of you.

A thick, wet sound followed, along with a slow, sticky trickle of warmth slipping out of you onto the sheets.

Liam groaned softly. “God, that’s hot.”

You shivered at the feeling, biting your lip as you stretched out beneath him, letting your body settle into the mattress. “Mmm. You’re welcome.”

He rolled his eyes but leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll clean up.”

You smirked. "I told you—you cum a lot."

Liam shook his head, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand. "Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and let me clean you up before you start leaking onto the sheets."

You just grinned, stretching lazily beneath him.

Another perfect morning in paradise.

His eyes roamed over your body—your flushed skin, your tousled hair, the way his release was dripping out of you, slick and messy against the insides of your thighs.

"Damn," Liam muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "That’s a sight."

You smirked, lazily stretching beneath him. "Like what you see?"

Liam exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. "Every time, babe. Every fucking time."

With slow, deliberate movements, you let your fingers trail down your stomach, slipping between your legs and gathering a thick dollop of his cum onto the tips of your fingers. You made sure he was watching—of course he was watching—before bringing them to your lips, parting them just enough to slide them into your mouth.

Liam froze.

His entire body went rigid, his mouth parting slightly as you dragged your fingers back out, sucking off every last drop with an obscene little pop. The warm, salty taste coated your tongue, and you hummed in approval, making a point to lick your lips as you shot him a sultry wink, swallowing the ooey-gooey goodness.

Liam exhaled sharply. "Okay," he said, voice lower than before. "That was... Yeah, okay."

You grinned. "Lost for words?"

Liam let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "You cannot just do that first thing in the morning."

"Why not?" you teased, tilting your head.

Liam ran a hand down his face. "Because I just fucking came and now I’m two seconds away from going again."

Your smirk widened. "Tempting."

Liam groaned. "You're evil."

You just grinned.

With a resigned shake of his head, Liam finally reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues to wipe you down. He did it gently, carefully, cleaning up the mess between your thighs, his touch almost reverent despite his grumbling about how much he’d just cum.

Once he was satisfied, he tossed the tissues into the bin and flopped back onto the mattress beside you, exhaling heavily. "Alright. That’s one problem taken care of. Now we gotta deal with morning breath."

You laughed. "Yeah, no way I’m kissing you again until we fix that."

Liam feigned offense. "You loved kissing me five minutes ago."

"Yeah, well," you smirked, rolling out of bed and stretching, "that was before I could smell it."

Liam groaned, covering his face with his hands as you laughed your way into the bathroom.

The two of you stood side by side at the bathroom sink, toothbrushes in hand, sleep still lingering in your features as you went through the familiar motions of brushing your teeth.

It was a comfortable silence, the kind that only existed between two people who had spent enough time together to make even the most mundane tasks feel natural. Liam, still shirtless, leaned against the counter as he brushed, eyes half-lidded, his hair a tousled mess from sleep and sex. You glanced at him in the mirror, amused at how he still looked so effortlessly attractive even when he was groggy and bleary-eyed.

Liam caught you looking and arched a brow, foam still in his mouth. "Whuf?"

You grinned. "Nothing. Just admiring the view."

Liam made a show of flexing one arm, toothpaste dripping slightly from the corner of his lips. "I know. I’m hot as hell."

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless, spitting into the sink before rinsing your mouth. "Sure, let’s go with that."

Liam snorted, doing the same before rinsing off his toothbrush. "Alright, time for a shower before I start smelling like you."

"Rude," you said, stepping aside to let him into the shower. "But go ahead. I’ll wait."

Liam shot you finger guns before stepping under the spray.

You perched yourself on the closed toilet seat, reaching for your phone while he showered. The screen lit up as you unlocked it, and your eyes immediately flicked to your messages.

Nothing.

No new texts. No missed calls. No notifications from anyone except Liam. No Richard. No Ashley. No Michelle. No unknown numbers.

It had been the same for the last week or so.

Your fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before you locked the phone and set it aside, swallowing down the complicated mix of emotions threatening to bubble up.

Instead, you focused on the sound of the water running, on the way steam was beginning to fog up the mirror, on the rhythmic movements of Liam washing up behind the frosted glass. You weren’t going to think about anything else.

A few minutes later, the water shut off, and Liam stepped out, a towel slung low around his hips, his hair damp and dripping onto his shoulders.

He caught your gaze and smirked. "Enjoy the show?"

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless, standing up and grabbing your own towel. "Move. My turn."

Liam stepped aside, still grinning. "Try not to miss me too much in there."

"Please," you said, stepping into the shower. "I’m going to be celebrating the peace and quiet."

Liam snorted, but he was still smiling as he walked out, leaving you to your own devices.

The hot water cascaded over your body, washing away the remnants of the morning, soothing your muscles, clearing your mind. You let out a slow, satisfied exhale, tilting your head back, letting the warmth seep into your skin.

You took your time, savoring the feeling, indulging in the simple pleasure of being alone with your thoughts. The last few days had been strange, a mix of normalcy and something else—something unspoken, lingering beneath the surface.

But you weren’t going to think about that now.

For now, you just focused on the warmth, the water, the feeling of being clean.

By the time you finally stepped out of the shower, steam curled around the air, clinging to your skin as you wrapped yourself in a towel. You ran a hand through your damp hair, shaking out the excess water before padding barefoot into the bedroom.

Liam was waiting for you, now fully dressed in a T-shirt and sweats, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a mischievous grin.

"Alright," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Time to pick your outfit."

You arched a brow, lips curling into a smirk. "Be nice."

Liam’s grin widened. "No promises."

And just like that, the next part of your morning began.