Hozier Imagines - V

Nightclub

SMUT

You hated clubbing. Well, hated clubbing at the places your friends chose. Often if you wanted a night out you would visit a Jazz bar or gay club. The ambiance in those places was everything and you always felt safe and seen, but one of your closest friends was a party girl at heart and not with your usual community.

So here you were at midnight on what had been a horrible Saturday in a nightclub simply called, "Elite Pulse," which had you cringing when you read the text. Your hands gripped your gin and tonic as you watched your friend, Jennifer, grind on a man so hard you feared rugburn would occur. She brought you out because the guy you had been seeing dumped you. He wasn't anything special, but you saw a future with him and were blindsided by how fast he ghosted you.

So Jennifer dragged you out of bed after you hadn't seen her for months and forced you to put on some skin-tight lace that made you feel as if you shouldn't have had lunch and ranted while you got ready.

"I don't even know what you saw in him. He was a wannabe music producer with daddy's money," Jen had said pacing the room.

"He was kind and motivated, plus he took great care of himself," was your argument while trying to make your eyeliner match.

Jen laughed, "Going to the gym three hours a DAY every day is some serial killer or narcissistic shit."

You simply sighed and followed her all the way here. Almost intoxicated and in a room full of people who peaked in college aimlessly fondling eachother. Don't get me wrong, you loved to be a little wild, but Jen's idea of fun was to cheat on whoever she was seeing at the time and then make you feel bad for calling her out. After this, you'd probably block her number. But no point in wasting a night you could blame on booze.

So finishing your drink you headed back to the bar for a refill. The lights and fog made it hard to navigate through people.

"This basically is a frat house with a high budget," you thought while signaling the bartender for another drink. As he worked on making you a new glass you noticed someone else who looked completely out of place. At the end of the bar was a tall man, dressed in a brown turtleneck and black pants. He stood in a group of people dressed in all black and possibly musicians judging by a few guitar pic necklaces and chipped nails. He seemed off in thought, his long hair a little frizzy and his face blushed and sweaty. He had been here for a while. As if he heard your inner monologue his eyes raised to meet you across the bar.

Here goes.

You smiled and waved then grabbed your drink and walked over. You hated playing games.

His eyes traced your figure and he broke away from the group meeting you in the middle.

Damn, he is tall.

He hovered over you eyes narrowed now and grinning.

This man is a giant.

"I'm Andrew," he said a thick accent with his words.

"An Irish giant," you laughed then cupped your mouth with wide eyes.

The alcohol had hit.

Andrew laughed, "Ehm what?"

"Sorry, I was thinking about how tall you were and it just came out," you grinned still confident.

"Ah well, you look like a pixie with all that glitter," he replied.

He can not only take it but dish it out. Yes, please.

You didn't say anything else before you dragged him onto the dance floor and let the music take over. You could tell he hesitated initially as it obviously wasn't his scene and you had to pretend it was yours. After about an hour of dancing with him and yourself because he went to the bar a few times. You headed to the back to a restroom. He followed and watched you walk in the door as you sent him a, "Come get me," wink.

The door was immediately slammed shut and locked. You turned to him and jumped. He lifted you with ease to straddle him and shoved you against a wall. Your back hit hard and a loud moan escaped your lips as he nuzzled into your neck and began kissing and nipping at it. You tore at eachother like this for about five minutes like some rabid animal, making out and gripping any skin you could, before he set you on the counter and looked down at you. He waited. You realized he was nonverbally asking permission for more and opened your legs to reveal your black lace panties.

He dropped to his knees and pushed them aside. With no hesitation he devoured you. You could have came right then, but you grabbed his face pulled him back up to eye level, and grazed his erection with your hand before unzipping his pants.

"How about this?" you asked doe-eyed.

A wicked grin, "Of course angel."

He freed his erection and teased your entrance with the tip. You groaned and pulled him close. After he was in you thought you might break as he took you on the counter. His hand gripping your hip and the other palmed against the mirror for support. Maybe it was the booze but the sex felt otherwordly, you felt untamed and allowed yourself to be consumed by it. His moans and husk voice drifted into your ears like a melody. You were close and he knew. He gripped your thigh harder and grunted, "Make a beautiful mess darling."

You did. He finished shortly after without caution. He pulled away panting and you hopped off the counter. He looked sober for a moment as he realized what he'd done.

You fixed your dress and hair in the mirror and said, "Thank god for birth control." To this, he relaxed a bit. He leaned against the wall adjusting himself and you walked over kissed him hard then opened the door.

"Thanks for the ride, giant." And you walked out letting the door close on the handsome man with his eyes wide and mouth agape in protest.

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Authors Note:

Felt a little devious with this one. But sometimes it is like that. Also, 2.5k people have read my Hozier fanfiction and that is insane so a huge thank you. I really only write when inspiration strikes so I hope it comes through. THANK YOU again to everyone who votes or comments. I would be happy to take requests or writing prompts as most of my ideas are just me daydreaming. - V