#jamiebenn

(Reader x Hockey Player Version)

Summary: A boy falls for a girl 

Warnings: Um there is a slap but that is it. 

Pairing: Reader x Ian Kildner ( fake person but like Jamie Benn but younger) 

Word Count: 2,597

Rating: 18+ for future parts 

Genre: Fluff Flirting 

Okay so here something to know before you read. The teams are real but all the people fake it was easier for me with this story. Yes I know the gif is Jamie Benn not the made up people in the story. This is my first story that I'm putting up please be nice. 

You stood by a high table, wearing a stunning and elegant black dress A-line gown with a respectable but fun slit up the side, talking to a relatively wealthy seeming older gentleman. His tux was custom, hair grey, and thinking, and the date he had brought with him was barely legal to drink, showing almost all her cleavage, and was sipping her cosmo through a straw. But, you didn't care about any of that right now. All you cared about was convincing this man that a donation to the team's charity would be a brilliant investment. 

"Mr. Mason donating to the teams' charity is not only a write off for you with tax breaks, but it allows lots of people to see just how good you and your company are." Manson Construction was responsible for building half of Boston and rebuilding the other half. They had gone through a string of bad publicity when someone leaked rumors of the company cutting corners regarding safety protocols to the local newspapers. The stories had been proven untrue, but it had still caused doubt in the community. Mason Construction was a good company, and you knew that. "Manson Construction on every banner we use when the team works with charities like Habitat for Humanity or does an event with local children's hospitals something like that could change how the community views your company," you said with a passionate and firm promise to her voice. Just as you finished your speech, a loud, sharp crack of noise erupted from behind you. 

Your brother Jack, the youngest of your four brothers, and his girlfriend Ashley had been fighting all night. You had been keeping an eye on it. Ashley was not a great girlfriend. You was pretty sure Ashley was in it for the idea of dating a pro athlete, and Jack was in it cause Ashley was hot. You had noticed more and more that Jack seemed done with Ashley's crap, and from the way Ashley was now storming out and the fact Jack wasn't going after her, he had decided to end things tonight in a public place. 

You turned back to Mr. Mason, who was chuckling to himself. "Your brother seems to be quiet, the unlucky fellow tonight in regards to love. But you are better than luck. You're smart, and you've got gumption, Y/N. I like the image you've given the charity, and I think it will provide great support and publicity for my business. I will send you a check tomorrow with the donation. If the team or the charity needs anything, you let me know," he said, smiling and walking away with his old wrinkled hand on his arm candy's ass. 

You shivered in disgust as you watched arm candy giggle and kiss him on the cheek then took a deep breathe you had done it. You had landed another massive donation for the charity. 

Suddenly a large and heavy arm flopped around your shoulder, and your oldest brother Brandon was there by your side. 

"Way to go, Y/N looks like Mr. Mason was very happy with the idea of being the teams highest paying donor', he said with pride and admiration for his sister. 

"He said he would send over the check tomorrow. I need a drink, and to get these heels off my feet are killing me." You laughed, walking to the bar. 

Brandon was the oldest of the four brothers at the age of 33. He had retired from the league last year due to a knee injury and hired by the team as the skills coach. Brandon was always responsible. He was the boy next door with a killer smile and genuine charm. The next one down was Henry, who was 31 and was the team's new athletic trainer. He was sporty and the smartest. He wanted to be a doctor when he was younger but found a way to combine his love of medicine and learning with his love of hockey and the team he had grown up around he immediately change to sports medicine. The third one was Eric. He was the middle one, wild and crazy. He was 28, had been on the team as a defender for four years now, and made sure everyone knew his opinion on any given subject.

Jack, the youngest of the brothers, was a sweet kid, but just that, still a kid in many respects. He had the talent and a good heart, but he needed to grow up. He was 25 and still trying to figure out many things about life but was too stubborn to listen to anyone's advice. Finally, there was Y/N , the youngest out of the five children and the only girl. You  grew up tough and headstrong, just like your brothers. Your mother made sure you was balanced, though, so she had put you in dance as a little girl, and you had loved it. You still went to classes and taught little ones occasionally. Your brothers were always there in the front row to cheer you on then give noogies after. You are 24, but most people thought you were older because of how you held yourself.   

All 5 of the siblings looked alike, all athletic, tall, and toned the brothers ranging in muscle definition. All five had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was no denying they were family. The dark hair came from your dad, and the eyes had come from your mom.  The whole family was here tonight, and you loved that. Everyone in the family had found a way to be apart of the team or organization in a job they loved. You loved being around your family and the constant support they gave. Your mom had started the Boston Bruins charity when your dad had been a player. She was still running it and was grooming you to take over soon. Being a Bruin was a family thing. You had all been born into it and loved every minute of it. 

You and Brandon were standing by the bar ordering drinks when you saw out of the corner of your eye, Henry and Eric walk up. 

"So, we all saw the slap that Ashley gave Jack, right?" Henry said in a cautious and questioning tone. 

"Yes, the whole room heard it. Did you see where he went?" Brandon asked cautiously. 

"No, but my guess would be the locker room, someone should go check on him?" Eric said, turning towards you. 

"Yea yea yea, I'll go. Even though one of you are married and ones engaged," she said over her shoulder, walking away toward the locker room. 

You found Jack sitting in his locker with a cold beer pressed to his face. head drooped down and fidgeting with his phone. "You shouldn't call her, "you said, pulling the drink away to check out the handprint on his face. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had sounded probably just stung. Ashley wasn't abusive, just dramatic. 

"Why? Cause she slapped me?" 

"No, because she gave the bartender her number about 15 mins before that happened. You made the right call. She didn't love you; she loved the status."

"I know I just thought she was the one at the beginning. "He sighed as you sat next to him. 

You sat there with him for a few minutes in silence. You knew he would be fine just needed someone to lean on for a bit, and sure enough, after about 10 minutes, he handed you his beer and stated with new energy, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. I just have to find the right one, right?!" Jack jumped up and started walking to the doors. 

"Yes, just please be safe and smart and maybe go home alone tonight," you shouted to him as he strutted out the doors. 

Slowly you took a sip of the beer and sighed, starting to take your shoes off, enjoying the silence. You heard the doors slam open and Jimmy Peters and his date for the evening tumbled though not breaking the sloppy kiss and handsy embrace, they were tangled in. They never noticed as you grabbed your high heels and beer and left the room. You were in the hall on the way back, laughing to yourself about the thought of giving Jimmy a hard time the next time you saw him when you heard the classic catcall whistle from behind you. 

You turned to find Ian Kildern, one of the team's defensive players. He was 6'4" muscled more than the average hockey player and curly brown hair with deep green eyes. His tux was well altered; it hung perfectly on him, showing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Ian was an excellent player, smart, lightning-fast, and a great leader. He was 26 and had been in the league since he was 19. The Bruins had picked him up four years ago when his contract had been up with the Tampa Bay Lighting. You were friends, but you were closer to other players, and usually only had a small talk with easy, polite jokes. 

"Y/N, you clean up nice." He said in a semi-serious, mostly mocking tone.

"Shut up, Ian. Don't you have a date to dazzle like the rest of the team?" you said in a cheeky and light-hearted tone. 

"No, actually Kelly and I broke up last weekend."

"Oh, that's right; her name was Kelly, and I'm so sorry to hear that after a week together, you had to call quits. You must be devastated. You said with a wink. Knowing fully, he had never planned on keeping it serious. Ian didn't sleep around a lot, but he also didn't keep girlfriends long. 

He chuckled, "Yeah, she was allergic to my dog." He changed the subject when he noticed the bottle in your hand, "You drinking alone - drowning your sorrows?"

"No, actually," you said in a matter of fact tone, "I was consoling my brother."

Ian's face squished up, and he sucked in a breath, "Yea, I saw - well heard the slap. Is he okay?"

"He's fine. It's his pride that's hurting more than anything, although he won't admit to it", you explained on a sigh. 

"Well, I'm glad he's okay. It's tough trying to figure everything out—the balance between the game and social life. Suddenly having money and not know if women want you the status or the money. It can be a rough and bumpy ride.” He said with an understanding tone. 

"You sound like you have some experience, but you seemed to have figured it all out." 

 "I had my mistakes and issues, but the key difference is I didn't have a last name that's attached to 2 legends. Jack has a whole lot more spotlight from the league because of your dad and oldest brother. I could make my mistakes in private." 

"So, you had a girl slap you in front of your entire team and about 45 VIP guests?" you questioned, intrigued to hear his answer. 

"Okay, well, no, I never had that, but I did have a date throw up on me at an event one time. Rachel Madison, I'll always remember that name now. She hadn't eaten all day and then started doing shots of tequila. The smell was horrendous. It was like...

"Ew, I don't want to know! Please stop you win. That's disgusting." you fussed, cutting him off and giggling at the idea. 

"Well, then, Miss. Date Judger where is your perfect event plus one this evening." He asked mockingly, looking around the hallway you two were slowly walking down. 

"Oh, I don't ever bring a date to an event that mom and I are running. I did once or twice and always felt bad that I left him standing somewhere while doing things for the event, plus dating in my life is hard. They tend to get offended when I know more about the game or jealous when I spend all my time here at the arena with you guys OR my brothers bully them, and they can't take the heat." 

They had almost reached the doorway to the main lobby, where the fundraising event was when Ian's ear perked up as he heard his favorite song come on. It Had To Be You by Harry Connick Jr. He grabbed your hand put the bottle of beer on the floor, and stated softly, "It's a great song - I wouldn't want it to go to waste since you don't have someone to dance with."

Surprised by the sudden change in tone, you lost your voice a little and had to clear it before asking, "Ian Kildern, are you asking me to dance?"

He slowly started to pull you into his arms, saying in a volume just barely above a whisper, "I guess I am. Are you saying yes?"

"I guess I am." you said, staring into his eyes and falling into the sway of his body. Still stiff at first, you slowly drifted further into the daze the music mixed with his look and tone of voice had caused, eventually allowing yourself to melt completely into him. Neither of you spoke to busy enjoying the moment. It had been years since you had slow danced, and you were enjoying being wrapped in someone's arms. Not just any someone, but someone who had made you laugh and had been having a good conversation with, not to mention he smelled incredible. 

Ian couldn't believe he was dancing again. He had stopped bringing dates to events because it always fell short of what he wanted the evening to be. But with Y/N, he couldn't help but notice you laugh at his story or the way you had softened and molded to him as you danced. Hand in hand, his left hand rested at the small of your back, your head resting on his chest right hand on his shoulder. You felt good in his arms. He felt something different for you, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. The music drifted away as the song ended, and you both stopped swaying. You pulled your head back but didn't pull away; you just looked at him, waiting for him to speak first, but Ian didn't want to say anything anymore. The smell of your vanilla perfume. The blush that had risen in your cheeks, the way you were waiting for him. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to feel those soft pink lips pressed to his. Before he knew it, you were wetting your lips and starting to lean in because you had wanted it too. Never one to miss the opportunity; he leaned in and pressed his hand into your back more, drawing you closer. He was a whisper away from you when Jimmy and his date exploded from the locker room with laughter, pulling the two of you apart. Jimmy and his date rush by you and unseen to the car in the parking lot. 

"Well, it's late. I should be going," Ian said, trying to hide the disappointment that the moment was gone from his voice. 

"Uh, yea, it's late. I should be finding mom to see if she needs help with anything. Good night Ian and thank you for the dance.", you said, turning and walking away before he could say or do anything. 

Warning: Some NSFW talk... 

As soon as Jamie and I started dating, I knew it would be... interesting to say the least. Even in our friendship, Jamie had always been touchy, but when we started dating, the touching got... more ‘romantic’. Whether he was doing something as simple as just holding my hand or holding my hips down as I squirmed under him in bed, he almost always had a hand on me. When Tyler had called us, saying he was having a smaller get together soon, Jamie was all over it. Any time both Jamie and I would go out, he would find any excuse to touch me in some way or another. 

The morning of, when I finally woke up, I looked over and saw Jamie sound asleep. I slid out of his grasp and made my way to the kitchen, in desperate need of a coffee. I grabbed one of my favourite mugs and walking into the pantry, making myself a cup. As I was finishing up, I was slightly startled when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. 

“Morning.” I heard Jamie whisper in my ear, kissing just below my ear for good measure.

“Morning babe. Do you want a coffee?” I asked, turning back to meet his gaze. 

“Mhmm.” He said, reaching forward to grab my cup, but I moved it out of his reach just in time. 

“Well you know how to make a coffee.” I said, kissing his cheek and walking over to our couch and slumped down, turning on the tv. Jamie soon made his own cup and came into the living room to join me. 

“You’re an ass you know that?” He said, throwing his arm over the back of the couch, his hand on my shoulder. 

“You got your coffee in the end didn’t you?” I said, leaning more into his chest. 

“Well then...” He said, grabbing my cup from my hand and setting both of our cups down. “I think I deserve a little something in return...” He said, grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap. I leaned down slightly, about to kiss him but I quickly hopped off, grabbing my coffee and walking up to our bedroom. I walked into the closet, changing into a swimsuit and putting some shorts and a t-shirt over top. “Oh no, you’re not wearing that to Segs.” He said, walking and lifting my t-shirt up slightly. 

“Why not?” I said, taking a step towards him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. 

“I don’t need anyone looking at you other than me.” 

“Well I’m sure that you having your hands all over me will deter everyone else.” I said, sliding past him and walking back towards the hall, stopping just at the door frame to turn back to him. “You might want to start getting ready too. We have to leave soon if you want to get to ‘Segs’ on time.” I said, walking towards the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

When my teeth were brushed and I had a little bit of makeup on, I made my way to the living room to finally finish my coffee, hopefully in peace. I loved that man but some days, I just needed to be with myself. I had just about five minutes to myself before I heard him rushing down the stairs.

“Alright babe, let’s get going!” He yelled from the front door. I got up, grabbing my purse and making my way towards him, him holding his hand out towards me. I grabbed his hand, and we were off. When we finally got to Tyler’s, I hopped out of the car and walked up to the house, Jamie not far behind me. Jamie just walked right in, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house. 

“Chubbs, Y/N/N! Glad you could make it.” Tyler said, walking over to us, pulling Jamie into a ‘bro hug’ then turning towards me, pulling me into a hug as well. 

“Hi Ty.” I said, kissing his cheek as we parted. 

“Well you know where the drinks are, the food. We’re all at the pool out back and Y/N, the dogs are in my room if you want to go see them.” He said, patting my shoulder as he mentioned the dogs. I looked over at Jamie, kissing him quickly before running up to Tyler’s room, opening the door and being immediately bombarded by three dogs. 

“Hey boys.” I said, kneeling down and petting them all, earning kisses from them all. I spent only about five minutes with them, knowing Jamie was waiting for me downstairs. I gave each one of them a quick kiss on the top of their heads before making my way to the backyard, instantly seeing Jamie across the pool, his shirt off and his feet in the pool. I walked over and sat down next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. 

“Did you get your fix?” He asked, looking down at me to meet my gaze. 

“Absolutely. Now I’m not saying that I don’t miss you when you are gone for those long roadies, but I don’t completely hate hanging out with the pups for a little.” I said, pecking his neck slightly. 

“Hey Y/N? Can I talk to you real quick?” Tyler asked from across the pool, waving me over with a red solo cup in his hand. I looked over at Jamie, kissing his cheek then standing up, walking over to Tyler, furrowing my brows as I got close. 

“What can I do for you?” I asked, grabbing the extra red solo cup in his hand, sipping it, realizing that it was my poison of choice. “Thank you.” I raised my glass slightly, before starting to go back to Jamie, not getting the chance since Tyler grabbed my wrist. “Okay, what’s up?” I asked, turning back to him.

“I uh, I’m feeling a little tension between you and Chubbs. Is everything okay?” He asked, letting go of my wrist. 

“Yeah. He uh, just thought that it was a good idea to tell me what I couldn’t wear this morning, and honestly, I uh, I’m not taking that.” I said, smiling up at him. 

“Okay, did you want some help? Getting back at him?” He asked, taking a step towards me. 

“How would that go?” I asked, taking a step towards him. 

“A little something... like... this...” He said, leaning down to me and whispered in my ear, “Is he looking?” He whispered, his lips so close to my ear, I could hear his breath. I looked up slightly over the pool, seeing Jamie looking over at us, quickly looking away when I met his gaze. 

“Yeah... Well he was. He’s looking down at the pool now.” I said as he leaned back.

“Do that little giggle you do.” He said, me following his orders. “Good, now follow my lead.” He put his hand on the small of my back, walking me towards Jamie. “Hey Chubbs, I just need to borrow your girl for a sec, if that’s cool?” He said, cocking his head, looking down at Jamie. 

“Uh, yeah. Sure, I guess.” He stuttered out, his gaze locked on Tyler’s hand on my back. I knew exactly what he was thinking, how it should be his hand on me, not Tyler’s. Tyler looked down at me before leading me inside, sitting me down at the kitchen island, in full view of the pool. 

“If this fucks up your team chemistry, I’m not taking the blame.” I said, hopping off the island, taking a step towards Tyler. “I think we’ve done enough.” I said, patting Tyler’s chest and making my way back out to the pool. I sat next to Jamie, leaning back into him again, this time with my drink in hand. 

“What did Segs want?” He asked, kissing the top of my head.

“Not much. He made me a drink though.” I said, taking a huge gulp from the cup. 

“I know what you’re doing.” He whispered, leaning down slightly so that his mouth was just beside my ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, moving away from him. 

“You’re going to pay for this when we get home.” He said, pulling me back towards him, kissing just behind my ear. “By the end of tonight, you’re going to know exactly who you belong to. I never want to see someone else’s hands on you, and I will make sure Tyler knows that too.”