One Shots || Wrestler edition || CLOSED

(Request) Not My Thing - Damian Priest

Y/Ex/N = Your Ex's Name

Y/F/D =Your Favorite Drink
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You were nervously holding on to your drink. Your best friend had somehow convinced you to join her for a night out at the club. Dance clubs being not at all your thing. The loud obnoxiously mainstream dance music, the masses of people rubbing their sweaty bodies against each other on the dancefloor, the overly warm temperature due to said mass of people. No, none of it appealed to you but somehow B/F/N had convinced you nonetheless.

"Oh come on Y/N! Just this one time. Please?" B/F/N pleaded with you. "You haven't gone out or dated in so long. You need to go out and get some action."

"No, why should I?" You refused for the 3rd time already.

"Cause its been 2 years, you need to move on girl." She argued with conviction.

"I have moved on, clubs just aren't my scene." You explained to her. "I'm totally over Y/Ex/N."

"Sure." B/F/N said as she rolled her eyes "Its not the club, you don't want to go anywhere at all. You can't fool me Y/N, I've known you since we were 5."

"It's not that." You insisted.

"Fine, prove it then." She dared you. "Come with me to the club for an hour. If you still want to go home after that you can."

And that's how you ended up here, feeling super uncomfortable as you stood at your table. You only had to endure 15 more minutes of this place.

You took a sip of your drink, hoping it would cool you down and calm your nerves a bit. After placing the glass back down your eyes scanned the room for your friend, who had gone to dance almost immediately after arriving here.

You spotted her as she was dancing while sandwiched between two guys, you scrunched up your nose in disgust and averted your eyes only for your eyes to meet with gorgeous brown ones that made you freeze in your spot.

The temperature seemed to rise even more as you kept your focus on the stranger who was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He was standing at the bar and had his eyes focused on you. You had no idea how long your attention was on him but it must have been a while as suddenly your friend was at your side. "I thought you'd be gone by now. Who are you staring at?"

Before you could answer her she had apparently already spotted him as the mystery man was still staring at you. "Oh girl, he is gorgeous. You should totally go tap that."

"Really? Could you put it any more crudely?" You asked her.

"Why are you still here worrying about 'how I put things' instead of there to flirt with him?" She questioned you instead.

"I can't flirt. You know I'm bad at it." 

"Just try. You'll regret it if you let him get away." She rolled her eyes before pushing you in the direction of the guy.

You took a breath and gave yourself a mental pep talk. B/F/N was right, you would regret it if you'd let him get away without even trying. With that in mind you walked over to him.

"You know, it's pretty rude to stare. Least you could do is buy me a drink first." Is all you could come up with to say and it took all your willpower to not just facepalm yourself over your lame comment.

"I could tell you the same thing hermosa." He winked at you.

"Touché." You admitted before offering him your hand. "I'm Y/N."

Instead of shaking your hand he brought your hand up to his lips to kiss your hand, making you blush in the process "un hermoso nombre para una hermosa mujer. I'm Damian."

Him talking to you in Spanish left you speechless, it was by far the sexiest thing you had ever heard. Hell everything about this man screamed sexy.

"So, what do you drink?" He asked as he waved the bartender over.

"Y/F/D at the moment." You told him with a small smile, him handing you the drink not long after.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but you seemed a bit uncomfortable at that table earlier." Damian pointed out. "How come?"

"Clubs just aren't really my thing." You shrugged. "Not my kind of music or atmosphere."

"Well in that case, what is your kind of music and atmosphere?" He asked interested.

"I prefer a cozy bar or a good rock concert, sometimes even metal." You admitted.

"Really? No way. I'm a metalhead as well." Damian smiled before giving you a curious look. "But what are you doing out here then?"

"My friend made me come. But its okay." You assured him. "It's not so bad."

"It hasn't." Damian agreed before offering you his hand "Want to dance?"

"Oh... I euhm, I can't dance." You blushed.

"Come, I'll show you." Damian said as he gently pulled you along with him.

He didn't let go of your hands once as he led you to the middle of the dancefloor. Once there he moved to stand behind you, putting his hands on your hips. You felt how he leaned his head down to your ear, you could feel his warm breath on the back of your ear shell.

"Follow my lead hermosa."He whispered as he gently started moving your hips with his hands. You let him take the lead as you relaxed against him and slowly but surely you got the hang of the rhythm. 

Dancing with Damian started feeling like second nature within a matter of minutes. You sent him a look over your shoulder only to find him looking down at you. Your lips met with what felt like a magnetic pull. Everything around you fell away in that one short moment before you pulled apart to breathe.

"How about we get out of here?" Damian suggested as his head rested against yours.

"Sounds like a plan." You agreed as the two of you made your way off of the dancefloor and out of the club.

Clubs might not be your thing but in that moment you couldn't be more thankful that your friend had made you go.

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jayneclaire23 I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. I really wanted to write something good for you so I hope I managed that❤️

For the people that don't understand the Spanish words and the sentence I will put the translations in the comments in a bit