Summary: James knows his girlfriend is hot, but so does every other guy in the bar.
Requested: Yes
A/N: I had way too much fun with this
It was one of those nights where Y/N knew without a doubt that she was going to be getting laid. Not because she looked particularly sexy or had done something to earn it from her boyfriend.. Hell he hadn't even won his hockey game that night. No, tonight she was getting laid simply due to the fact that her boyfriend James was a jealous piece of work, and he loved laying claim to what he saw as his.
The hotel bar in which Y/N and James had taken refuge in for the evening was quaint. An air of sophistication and regality oozing from the walls and golden furniture- the bar top was a deep crimson brown that was a beautiful smooth varnish upon it- the grains of wood polished under a thick wax that slid against Y/N's bare skin as she leaned forward.
A laminated menu graced her fingertips as she took in the cursive writing- the slight indents told Y/N that the menu had been printed on a typewriter, rather than just a simple office computer. She was impressed, coming to these fancy establishments had never been her thing. But as soon as she stared dating James a little more than a year ago, he took it upon himself to introduce her to the lavish life that came with being a hockey player.
The grey haze of smoke carried across the room, the dim lighting providing Y/N with quite the atmosphere to relax in- there was a soft hum of music carrying in from the speakers and if she was being honest, she felt as though she was in a move. She was playing the love interest of course- the one that every man in the building pined after, which wasn't too far off from reality.
As soon as she had walked into the bar, eyes had been drawn to her- whether it was from because of diamond necklace that hung across her collarbones or the way her black dress hugged her torso while flaring at the waist- or how her heels clicked against the dark auburn wooden floors, everyone was watching her.
However, the woman paid the glances no attention- she was only in that bar for one reason, and that was to spend time with her boyfriend. She had arrived early and secured them a seat at the bar- ordering herself a drink to nurse while she waited for him to arrive. Raising the crystal glass to her velvet stained lips, she felt the cold sweat from the glass drip across her hand- the taste of bourbon on the rocks dancing across her tongue.
Sliding into the bar next to her, a young man appeared- he had a childish grin and soft eyes, but something told Y/N that his intentions were less than innocent. He reeked of trust fund money and bad decisions. Nonetheless, he thought he was top shit as he bumped into Y/N purposefully- grabbing her attention as he flagged down the bartender. "Another for me and the beautiful lady." He smirked, Flashing his platinum credit card as if that was supposed to impress her.
"I can pay for my own drinks." Y/N hummed- not entertained by his antics in the slightest. She glanced around the bar to see if James had arrived yet, much to her dismay- it seemed that he was running late. Noticing the disappointment in her eyes, Trust Fund chuckled. "What? Your boyfriend skip out on you?" He asked sarcastically.
As if he was trying to provoke her, the man narrowed his eyes- a somewhat charming impression falling over his face, however- Y/N was not an easy catch. She was loyal to James and wasn't about to fall prey to this prick's annoying presence. Shaking her head, she considered saying that she was a lesbian. Maybe that might get the guy to leave her alone.
It wasn't until the kid had tried to place his arm on around Y/N's waist did someone come to her rescue- and while she was hoping that it would be James, seemingly it was another man from the bar- hoping to take her home for the night. With every minute that passed, Y/N starting to become all the more irritated- If James didn't show up in the next five minutes she would be letting him sleep on the couch.
After abandoning the two gentlemen at the bar in favour of heading out to the balcony which overlooked the city, Y/N had a slightly red flush against her cheeks- it was definitely warm inside the establishment. "You seem to be the woman of the hour." A deep voice brought the girl out of her daze- the sound of cars passing through the downtown circuit falling deaf upon her ears as she turned around with a smile.
Her eyes gazed over him- taking in his crisp appearance, his darkened eyes that were filled with jealousy and fire. His cleanly shaved face that smelled of aftershave. There was still a hint of a five-o'clock shadow but Y/N loved it. It seemed as though he had gone home after the game quickly- his hair freshly washed and styles and a different suit than the one he wore for game day hanging off his frame- he smelled musky, a decent mix of earth and pine completing his cologne. "I was wondering when you were going to show up." Y/N quipped- walking over and letting her hand brush across his bicep. Leaning in close, she pressed her lips to his cheek before moving to his lips- capturing them in a delicate kiss.
James' arm snaked around the girl's waist and pulled her close. "Ive been here for a while... it just seemed that you had your hands full already." He said- nodding inside as he raised his glass towards the two men who were still waiting for her to return to the bar. They were staring at the couple and Y/N couldn't help but smirk. "You know I only have eyes for you." She reassured him- trailing a finger against his chest.
James looked down at her and grinned, even with the girl wearing heels- he was still a good few inches taller than her- almost towering over her frame as they stood in front of one another.
Without breaking his gaze, James raised his glass to his lips- drinking the spicy rum until a warmth filled his stomach- however, he was practically devouring Y/N with his eyes- a hungry stare that was insatiable taking in her figure- from the curve of her hips, to the soft tinge against her cheeks- his girlfriend was stunning. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long." He apologized, letting the woman take his arm as they walked back inside to the bar- they looked amazing together, like bond and his girl.
Depositing their empty glasses onto the bar top and paying the tab, James lead Y/N out to his car- having to only wait a few minutes for the valet to bring the vehicle around the front of the hotel. Expecting the two of them to head out for dinner or possibly to another bar, Y/N was slightly disheartened when she began to recognize the route James was driving to be the one that lead back to their apartment in the ice district of downtown Edmonton.
"I got all dolled up just for you to bring me home?" She asked slightly irritated with him. Dressing up and making herself look sexy like this often took some effort- so she was disheartened at the fact she was not about to be shown off.
James gave her a thin lipped smile, taking his hand and pressing it against her upper thigh- his cold skin immediately contrasting to her warm flesh. He said nothing, just keeping his comments hidden behind the devilish smirk. Y/N could see it in his eyes that he was still fuming over the way the two men at the bar had hit on her an attempted to charm her- as much as James wanted to think that he was a great actor, his poker face was absolute trash, Y/N could read his bullshit like no one else.
The drive through the city was rather short, The game had ended more than an hour ago and the sky was almost pitch black- a faint blue and purple lighting up with the skyline of Alberta's capital. As the pulled up to the apartment, Y/N began to twist with anticipation- It didn't take long for them to park in the garage and head up to the suite.
There was no elevator jingle to distract Y/N from her thoughts- excitement crashing over her as James had intertwined their hands tightly- he had placed her right in front of him, his crotch pressing into her bum teasingly as his breath fanned over the side of her neck. His lips dragged across her skin at a tantalizingly slow pace- his intentions were to make her quiver before him.
He was such a dominant prick sometimes, but in the end Y/N loved it. If it wasn't for the fact that an elderly woman who lived in the complex had stepped into the elevator on the way up, Y/N was convinced that James would have taken her right there. Pushing her onto her knees and putting her to work as her heels were ruined against the floor.
They had definitely been in that situation before- many times actually, and in the case that her shoes did get ruined, there was always a brand new pair waiting at the edge of the bed the next day.
As the elevator door finally opened to their floor, James practically dragged Y/N out of the small steel box- giving a soft wave to the elderly woman as they passed before turning the corner and slamming the girl into their apartment door- Within an instant, his lips were smashed against hers, his hands gripping at her hips as one of her arms wrapped around the back of his neck and the other grabbed at his dress shirt.
It was a struggle to pull away, but James made it work as he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door- almost falling on top of his girlfriend as they passed the threshold. He ripped his blazer off and tossed it somewhere in the living room as they headed to the bedroom- ignoring Y/N's protests of how he was going to ruin his expensive clothes.
Lifting her up and letting her wrap her legs around his waist, he pushed her into the mattress, groaning as she brushed her hands against the front of his pants. When he went to remove her dress, the girl pouted. "I worked hard to look good tonight." She spoke weakly, not entirely fighting him off because she knew that was what to follow would be worth ruining her hair and makeup up.
A deep chuckle slipped pass James lips. "Leave it on the floor... I want to see all of you." He purred- trailing his teeth across her collarbone before sucking a hickey against her soft skin. It was only a matter of minutes before the two of them were tangled together under the sheets- their clothing abandoned in a heap in the corner and the room quickly growing hot.
Being hit on constantly was annoying, but when Y/N had a boyfriend like James to take her home at the end of the night, she couldn't complain too much.