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

seventeen || I can't control myself when I'm around you

30 minutes later...
Malik-Jones Penthouse

"I'm- I'm gonna cum." Zayn whimpered as Liam relentlessly thrusted into him, his head thrown back into the pillows at the sensational feeling. He bit his bottom lip hard, already tasting the blood and his legs around his waist tightened as Liam's strokes became sloppier by the second.

"Cum baby." The brunette groaned with a low voice, his head burying in the crook of Zayn's neck and gently biting at his skin, his hips slightly snapping to get in deeper.

Zayn's nails scratched roughly at Liam's back, leaving behind some nasty scars as the other lad kept pleasuring him, rolling his hips skillfully. He soon enough came untouched, covering himself and Liam with his cum. He screamed his name, loud enough for the neighbors to hear him. His back arched off the mattress and his body withered, legs shaking from the orgasm he just received.

He let Liam finish, watching him with half lidded eyes when he kept thrusting until he shot his load into the condom, a loud moan leaving him before he slumped on top of Zayn. The younger guy moved his head up and kissed his shoulder, his lips moving up the brunette's neck and soon enough pressed against his lips.

They stayed like this for a good few seconds, kissing each other sloppily before pulling away. Liam dropped himself beside Zayn and took off the condom, throwing it away and making sure it wasn't able to be found in the trash. He joined Zayn after he was done, the two of them staying quiet.

The bedroom was a mess. Clothes were everywhere, pillows were scattered, the silky sheets were wet and both men laid naked on the bed, breathless from what had just happened. Their hearts were beating fast in their chests, their breathing was uneven and their minds were slightly spinning from the orgasms they had just had, both slowly coming down from their highs.

Neither of them exchanged a single word. Zayn's eyes were trained on the high ceiling instead, thinking about what had just happened a few seconds ago. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he got himself into this. Kissing was one thing, but sleeping with each other; that was a whole new level. He felt sick, sick with himself. To top it all off, he enjoyed it. Every second. Which was worse. Way worse. But the way Liam touched him, the way it felt so right even though it felt so wrong, he loved it. The intimacy, the feelings, the love, he didn't know why, but it was never like he had experienced before. It was new to Zayn.

Yet, he just cheated on the one guy that was actually loyal and loved him for him with the guy that assaulted and used him in high school. All whilst also being pregnant with his baby. Zayn felt as if he was about to throw up.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his body had a pair of string arms wrap around him, being pulled towards Liam's muscular one. He bit the insides of his cheeks, his head tilting to the side when the brunette buried his face into his neck.

"You okay?" Liam whispered huskily against his smooth skin, his lips gently brushing over the hickey he left behind – even though Zayn strictly told him not to.

"No," Zayn said honestly and shook his head, "we can't- this can't happen Liam- fuck." He pushed himself away, getting free from the older guy's embrace. He sat up and pulled the sheets over his naked body, burying his face into his hands.

"Why not?"

"We're both in relationships and I'm pregnant with Evan's baby. Liam, you are his business partner and not to forget my fucking professor! I can't be involved with you. Not like- not like this. Oh god." Zayn frustratingly ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it and slightly rocking back and forth. His heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest, his breathing once again became uneven and his mind spun around, making him feel dizzy. He felt like throwing up, knowing damn well he was having an anxiety attack. It was hot – even though he was completely naked.

"Hey, baby, calm down." Liam climbed towards him and placed his hands on his shoulders only for Zayn to tense up even more. But he soon relaxed when his shoulders were getting massaged.

Zayn hummed and tilted his head back, gasping as Liam pressed his lips against his skin. He wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer and letting him shower him with kisses, his back arching once again.

"Wait, Liam," Zayn sighed and moved away when realization hit him, shaking his head. He turned around to face the confused man. "What's wrong?" He asked dumbfounded, his thick brows scrunched together.

"This," Zayn frantically motioned between them, "I can't- we can't- it's just- how do I explain this?" He bit his lip and looked down at his hands. "I'm supposed to be mad at you. I'm supposed to- to hate you. This isn't right. And it's not fair to Vincent and Evan. Especially Evan."

Liam sat down beside him and sighed softly. "I can't control myself when I'm around you Zee." He said honestly and grabbed his hand. "I know what happened is wrong. But I promise you I have changed. And I know a lot of people say that. I do, trust me, but please give me a chance to prove myself to you that I don't have anger issues anymore. I- I got help, I let go of all the toxic people in my life, I made changes. Just please give me a chance to prove myself to you." He moved one hand up to Zayn's cheek, gently cupping it and caressed his cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. "I want to make things right..."

Zayn stated at him, not sure what to say. If he said yes, there might be a possibility of them ending up in bed together. He didn't want to do that to Evan. But there was something about Liam that made him want to see if he could prove it.

So he nodded his head. "Okay," he whispered and sniffled, "I'm giving you one chance to prove yourself. It's going to take a while but–" Zayn couldn't finish his sentence, Liam had already kissed him, making both fall back on the bed. He was a little surprised by that but cupped his face and kissed him back, wrapping his legs around his waist once more.

"You do realize though that I'm not going to let you off that easily right?"

"I understand."

"Good." Zayn flipped them over and sat on top of him, grinning a little. Their night continued with endless moaning until the morning dawn rose behind the tall buildings of Manhattan and both lads passed out side by side.