Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 14: he's only here for one thing but (so am I)

chapter title from My Oh My by Camila Cabello

Hello lovely people!

I'm sorry in advance for this chapter being shorter than I wanted it to be, I don't know what happened to be honest. First, the ao3 outage threw me off, then I didn't really know what to do with this chapter, but I needed to get something together so here it is.

Enjoy!

The familiar buzz courses through my veins, and it's what I need at the moment. I'm sure of it. The fire dances through the starry sky, and in a weird way, it's enchanting. Drinks on a beach wasn't something that I was expecting tonight, but here I am. It's comforting being surrounded by people who either aren't paying attention to you or are too drunk to care. It's nice to be able to slip into the background for once, to walk into a space and not have all eyes immediately turn to you.

I make my way over to the group Liam is standing with, his arm curled protectively around his girlfriend. He flashes me a smile, brimming with the kindness I've missed so much. I try to pay attention to the conversation, I do. But if I'm honest I haven't been able to pay attention to much of anything lately. It's not long until I'm excusing myself to get another drink.

I walk over to the makeshift bar constructed on our corner of the beach. And I lean against the countertop. I take a deep breath, my glass clinking on the wooden surface. Because someone thought it would be a good idea to build a working bar on the beach, fucking genius.

I'm so swarmed in my own thoughts I don't notice the guy walking up to me until he's standing close to me at the bar. His gaze rakes down my body for too long. Please go away, I can't deal with anyone right now.

"What are you having?" he asks, not taking his hawklike stare away from me for a moment.

I finally glance over at him, taking in his defined jawline and cocky smirk. It annoys me more than it should that I have to look up to him. "Just beer," I answer.

He seems to judge me for a moment before calling the bartender over and ordering my drink, typical. Wait. Is he trying to pull me? I take another look to see him eyeing me up, he may as well be drooling. He goes to open his mouth, but the bartender brings our drinks. Perfect timing.

He takes a sip of his colourful cocktail, not wincing in the slightest. "It's Shawn by the way," he murmurs.

I blink at him. I don't think I've had anyone be this forward with me in a long time. Usually, everyone walks on eggshells around me. One of the many bad things about having a reputation. But this man, whoever he is doesn't know me or doesn't care. "Zayn," I reply.

He nods but doesn't say anything, sipping on his fancy ass cocktail. "I can pay you back for the drink?" I offer, moving to grab my wallet out of my jeans.

He shakes his head, putting a hand on my arm. "You don't owe me anything," he smiles.

I raise my eyebrows, there is no way in hell this Shawn guy doesn't want anything.

He thinks for a moment before focusing on me again, "Well, there is something you can do for me." He brushes his fingertips along my thigh, and I swear he moves closer to me. His lips are one slip up away from mine, but he holds back. He's waiting for me. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, it would be nice to fuck someone else. There's an elastic band curled inside of me getting tighter and tighter as time goes on, waiting to snap.

The band has reached its breaking point.

He tastes like vodka with traces of mint, but there's something distinctly sour about it. But before I can dwell on it, he's pulling us away from the group towards the jetty. I get slammed against one of the support poles, and he's attacking my neck before I have a chance to catch my breath.

"It's tragic really," he claims. His body is fully pressed against mine, his hard dick pressed against my thigh. He's scanning my eyes, our faces centimeters apart once again. "no one even tried to sweep you away with your pretty face."

I slam my mouth against his, pushing him back onto the opposite pole. He lets out a groan when I reach to palm him through his jeans, tossing his head back against the pole. I suck a mark onto his neck, listening to the whines he lets out every time I rub him. He unzips my jeans, reaching in and pumping me. Before long we're both a mess of panting breaths and filthy moans. He runs his thumb along my slit, and I come into the palm of his hand, him following me after another thrust.

I realize after a few moments that I don't think I've ever had a more underwhelming orgasm than what that was. But the question is, why? He's hot, a good kisser, and knows what to do, how to make someone feel good. A certain familiar face darts through my mind, and it all clicks.