h.s. ❁ one shots

// club fun

first shot... hope u guys like!!
includes: dirty talk, hickey, pretty rough fingering, blow job, riding, semi-aggressive Harry, etc., (late 2014 Harry)

WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT

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[m/c pov]

I huff in frustration as I drive around the parking lot for the third time, proving to be unsuccessful at finding a parking spot. Apparently everyone decided to go to the same club on the same night. I almost snort when I spot a Bugatti parked near the door. Then again, this club has been known for its elite members.

My nerves light up my body when I finally catch someone backing out from their spot near the back corner. I waste no time in taking the now empty space, my heart nearly in my throat as I put my car in park.

Accompanying only myself to a nightclub is new territory for me, and I can't help but wallow in anxiousness. Usually I'm with friends or even a date but today proved no such luck. I wasn't going to let that stop me, though. I have fallen into a wave of confidence and excitement to try new things lately, hence why I'm here. Going to a club is nothing to be afraid of, though, right?

I run my hands over my dress clad thighs before pulling the key out of the ignition. I lean over the center counsel to grab my phone. My heart beats rapidly against my ribs as I take a deep breath and step down from my Jeep. Warm summer air engulfs my body, and let up enough to show a faint smile; I'm just clubbing, no big deal. I make my last adjustments before walking up to the club's door.

I earn a few stares and even hear a whistle on my brief walk to the large doors, boosting my assertiveness by a little. I have never been one to gain my self appreciation from others, that was not how I was raised. However, it does feel damn good to catch a handsome man staring.

Mickey, the main bouncer and my brother's best friend, recognizes me right away and I smile at him as I approach the all too familiar blacked out doors.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite girl. Go on in Fia." Mickey's words ease me and I grin back at him. He's always been so sweet to me and having him here is very reassuring. I don't have any doubts that Mickey would come to my rescue if I needed him. Maybe tonight will be more fun than I thought.

"Hello Mickey. You look handsome as ever." He chuckles at my response and opens the door for me to enter. I catch a few glares from the people waiting in line but ignore them, held hostage by the passing moment.

"Have fun." He calls after me as I step inside instantly being greeted by the smell of vodka and sex. I turn back and wave before the door closes, forcing me to continue inside.

My eyes scan over the surroundings. Bright lights of all colors light up every nook and cranny, flashing over many moving bodies. The beat of the music is intoxicatingly loud as it pounds against the walls, almost causing me to start dancing right there. I force myself to head to the bar, though. A drink always does the trick to calm down my racing mind. I saunter my way around the many carefree bodies swaying to the tune and finally reach the bar. A young lady around my age looks up at me from the other side of the counter and I waste no time in ordering my drink.

"One whiskey sour please." The bar tender nods before slinging a cloth over her shoulder and walking away to make my drink. I sit on a stool closest to where I ordered with my back to the rest of the club.

One drink and I'll dance. One drink and this night will get a whole lot better. It always does.

I look around at the rest of the faces swarming the bar in hopes I'll catch someone's eye. When I skim over primarily old men I huff and shift my attention back to the bartender. I sit up straighter and brush my pin straight hair over my shoulder in hopes to relax myself. I really wish tonight isn't a waste of time.