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~danisnotonfire imagine~

You were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You would’ve thought that by the third year of university you’d have lots to be doing, people to see, that kind of thing. But no, you distinctly remember nights sitting by yourself on the internet, crying over TV shows and eating. Probably the most memorable thing that happened to you was getting a boyfriend… Oh wait, but then he cheated on you.

You huffed and shifted a little, now staring angrily at the ceiling like it personally offended you. That asshole wasn’t worth thinking about anymore, wasn’t worth wasting any more tears on.

You had friends, pretty good ones at that, but they didn’t quite share the same interests as you. You wanted to live your life, do the things that made you happy, try something new and see different places. They just wanted to get that degree and graduate, settle into a mediocre life. That lifestyle seemed so smothering, but hey, if that’s what they wanted… They were nice people, but they made it really hard for you to have any fun.

Your phone vibrated, and you picked it up off the bed next to you. It was just a Twitter notification, not that you expected anything else. Out of habit, you checked the time: 9:32pm. Sweet, you thought, another night wasted lamenting my uninteresting life. With a sigh, you dragged yourself up from your bed and sat in front of your beloved laptop.
Whenever you got on the internet, you had a habit of opening the same tabs up in a specific order: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Youtube. You steeled yourself as Facebook loaded; you always checked that first to get the pain of people’s stupidity out of the way. Statuses containing horrendous grammar and silly “share this picture if you have a heart” pictures slid by as you scrolled absentmindedly, scanning for posts of interest. Still in the aftermath of cringing at a particularly stupid post, your eyes caught the link to an event page advertising an 18+ club; some of your Facebook “friends” (let’s be honest, you had no idea who they were and you were pretty sure they wouldn’t recognize you if they talked to you) were attending. Clubbing was pretty fun, if you were in the right mood and the right kind of people were there; nothing quite like all-age clubs filled with horny 14 year olds sporting DIY belly button piercings…

According to the page, the doors opened at 10pm, but everyone knew that no one went until at least an hour after. You’d have plenty of time to get ready, seeing as you were planning to go alone. It was hard to remember the last time you’d gone clubbing; since none of your friends go with you, it’s sometimes scary to go by yourself when you’re a 20 year old female.

You switched to Twitter without RSVPing to the event; since it was tonight there was really no point. Not bothering to go very far down your timeline, you clicked the Tumblr tab to quickly reblog a few things. You checked the time again before closing your laptop: 20 minutes had passed while you were checking your social networks.

Sitting there for a moment, you briefly considered your outfit options before getting up to walk to your closet. You selected a tight, lacy dress, before sitting in front of your mirror. In terms of makeup, you decided on a simple silver and black smoky look with a pinkish lip stain. You swept your hair up in a messy bun, sticking in a few sparkly pins and clips, and then shimmied into your dress. As for shoes, you opted for strappy silver 2-inch heels; it’s not like you needed extra height anyway, and a night of fun to you didn’t exactly include aching feet the next day. Diamond studs went in your ears and a bracelet to match adorned your left wrist.

You appraised yourself in the mirror. The single shoulder strap ensured your dress would not be slipping down embarrassingly at any point during the night. Instead of a clutch, which would require holding all night, you shoved your necessities in your bra; all you really needed was money, your ID, and your keys, after all. You didn’t really need your phone, but you decided to carry it anyway, just in case.

After one last look at yourself to make sure your hair was in place, you made your way downstairs to the bus stop; you didn’t see a point in driving when the club was a couple blocks down the street, but there was no way in hell you were going to walk there.
It took less than 10 minutes for you to arrive. The line wasn’t too long, so you patiently waited until you got to the front.

Upon entry, you surveyed the scene. Multicoloured strobe lights were flashing as the bass pounded in your chest. The bar was to the right corner and tables lined the walls. The stage on the left had a DJ with his turntables, and the floor was packed with gyrating bodies. A slight smile graced your lips before you made your way over to the bar, ordering your favourite drink. Liquid confidence as they say, right? Naturally shy, alcohol freed you from your inhibitions and let you do as you pleased on the dance floor.

Waiting for the effects of the drink to kick in, you sat down and looked around for anyone who looked interesting. You caught the eye of several sleazy-looking guys and quickly looked away, praying they wouldn’t approach you. It seemed as though you were the only girl who came alone; every other girl you saw was either with other girls or with her boyfriend. Seeing some of the happy couples sent a pang through your heart as you recalled your ex, but you quickly shook the thoughts away, determined to have fun tonight. You turned to check out the other side of the room that had been out of your view, but no one really caught your eye.

Figuring you’d waited long enough, you got up and walking confidently into the crowd, grinding against the first guy you saw. When you went clubbing, you hopped from guy to guy like it was nothing, knowing it was just a dance. Usually you didn’t even see their faces, unless they were particularly good at what they were doing. Unfortunately, it seemed tonight there were a few awkward ones who clearly had no prior experience. With an internal sigh, you moved along.

Your eyes snapped open when you smelled the familiar cologne as someone pressed up against you, but you played it cool as you flung a cursory glance over your shoulder. Of course your ex would be here tonight. His hands were resting on your hips and it felt so familiar to you, but you quickly stepped out of his reach and disappeared into the crowd without another glance. You didn’t know nor care if he had recognized you or not; he was nothing to you now but bad memories.

You found another solo guy to dance with, hoping your ex wouldn’t find you again and interrupt. This one was pretty promising; he moved with confidence and adapted quickly to what you were doing. You snuck a look over your shoulder and saw a side fringe, dark hair, and dark eyes. He was attractive from what you could tell. When his eyes met yours you smirked and lowered your eyelashes. His return smirk just made him even more attractive. Maintaining the rhythm, you brought your hands up above your head, just enjoying the feel of someone who both was responsive and knew what they were doing.

You placed your hands on top of his, where they were warming up your lower half, and bent forwards, adding even more pressure. Feeling him half-hard against you brought the smirk back to your lips. Quickly spinning around and pressing against his front, you continued the rhythm, your smirk widening as his breath hitched. You looked up into his eyes, seeing they were darkened with desire. You ran his hands down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin black button-up he was wearing. His hands rested lightly on the small of your back. He had class; you appreciated that, and it made him still more attractive. Your eyes focused on his soft-looking lips, and subconsciously you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Looking back up at his eyes, you saw he was staring at your own lips, and smiled seductively, knowing he was paying rapt attention.

You decided to test the waters. You leaned in close and licked his neck, pleased at the shudder that ran through his body. Assessing his facial expression, you saw he was biting his lip and his eyes were definitely smoky with lust. You started nipping at his neck, since clearly it was a sensitive spot for him. His hands pressed harder before slipping down to your ass, and you welcomed him pulling you even closer. One of your own hands went into his hair as the other rested on his back, and you continued your ministrations. It surprised you slightly when you felt one of his hands go up to your hair and pull back lightly, forcing your face to tilt up to his. He smirked at you before kissing you lustfully. Your eyes slipped shut as you revelled in the feeling. Before too long, you both separated, breathing harder than normal. You stared into each other’s eyes before you grabbed him again and pushed him back against the nearby wall. As soon as his back made contact, you brought his face closer to yours and bit his bottom lip. He let your tongue enter his mouth, which checked off another imaginary box on your mental list: he was fine with letting you dominate. Separating again for air, he bent so his mouth was next to your ear and you heard his voice for the first time. It was deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Would you like to come back to mine?” was all he asked, before licking down the side of your neck.

“O-of course,” you replied breathlessly, grinning back at him.

He took your hand in his, and led you outside to his car. He chivalrously opened the passenger door for you, which made you approve of him even more. Pulling out of the parking lot, he decided to speak, thankfully killing the awkwardness before it even began.

“I’m Dan,” he introduced himself, as he glanced to you.

“Y/n,” you responded, finally being able to see his face properly as the streetlights came and went. He was even hotter than you thought.

He smiled at you, stunning you with how gorgeous it was. You smiled back.

It was going to be one hell of a good night.