In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

fourteen || Intoxicated when I'm with you

Meanwhile...

Liam was shocked at first. His eyes blown wide and his body frozen in spot as the boy gripped onto the fabric of his clothing, lips desperately moving against his to find any sort of reaction. The lad had no idea how to react. He was surprised, caught off guard by the fact that Zayn Malik, the boy he had a crush on ever since middle school, was kissing him. Holy shit. He couldn't believe it. He thought it was a dream, or is it a dream? He just knew, feeling Zayn's soft plump lips press up against his own again made him feel all types of ways, his hands gripping at the sixteen year old's waist.

It was when he could feel Zayn slowly pull away that he didn't show any reaction whatsoever until he stopped him, pushing his shorter body up against his own car and returning his kiss, a surprised gasp coming from the dark haired beauty. His small hands cupped the lads face and kissed him hungrily, their lips moving sloppily, yet still in perfect sync.

There were sparks flying. The hairs on the back of Zayn's neck rose as they kissed each other with passion, their surrounding having completely disappeared as soon as their lips touched. Liam's hands gripped at the boy's slightly curved waist with one hand while his other was pressed up against the window of the passenger side.

The kiss begun to turn into a very heated make out session, the brunette having deepened the kiss by swiping his warm tongue along the bottom of Zayn's lips, tasting the sweetness of the raspberry lipgloss. The boy had decided to be a tease and didn't give him what he wanted, Liam thinking of an alternative. He slipped his large hand down the curve of the beauty's ass and gripped it with one hand, a soft moan leaving the boy.

The brunette took the opportunity and slid his tongue into the boy's mouth, the taste of alcohol and his lipgloss dancing along his tastebuds. He hummed in approval, placing his other hand on the other side of Zayn's ass. He gripped it with both hands, wanting to hear more of his moans which he luckily did.

Zayn's hips bucked forward and rubbed up against the older latter, creating a pleasurable friction that caused Liam to groan lowly against his lips. Their tongues battled for dominance, of course the brunette winning it after sneaking a few tricks up his sleeves. They were both aroused, wanting nothing more but to get each other out of the clothes they were wearing. But Liam knew they couldn't. Zayn was drunk and he was already taking advantage of him by kissing him and grabbing his ass. Plus, he still had a girlfriend who was meters away of catching them.

Though, he couldn't find himself pulling away. There was something about Zayn's lips that made him want to continue this, his body pressing more up against boy's small frame, trapping him between the car and him. Zayn snaked his hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, the sound of lips smacking and his heart beating in his chest overruling the loud music that was coming from the house. His stomach had butterflies erupt, his hips moving more against Liam's.

"Zayn... Zayn- fuck." The brunette closed his eyes once the boy pulled away and started kissing down his neck, leaving behind a trail of feathery light kisses on his skin. "We shouldn't be doing this." He shook his head and gently pushed him away, looking down at Zayn.

The dark haired beauty frowned. "You don't like me?" His eyes swelled with tears and He sniffled, Liam mentally cursing at that.

"No, baby, I do like you," He said softly and cupped his soft cheeks, making them keep eye contact, "I do. Fuck, I really fucking like you," he whispered and stared deeply into his eyes, "but I still have a girlfriend and- and you're drunk. I can't take advantage of you."

"But I want you- I want you to take my- my- my–" Zayn stopped when he hiccuped a little, tilting his head back. "I want you to take my virginity." He hummed and nodded to himself when he admitted what he actually wanted to keep to himself, pulling the latter closer by the vest. "Fuck me."