nhl one-shots | multi

one night | l. draisaitl

Summary: after a rough day at work, Y/N just needs to get a drink and relax and maybe get laid. Leon is more than happy to help.

Requested: Yesss

Literally the last thing on earth that Y/N wanted to do after work was go home. Her life had been in this constant cycle of hitting the gym, going to work, eating crappy takeout then going home and going to sleep- just to do the whole thing the next day. Ever since her breakup with her ex, it seemed as though her life was in some sort of limbo. She was in a rut and had to get herself out of it.

Which was what lead her to making a rather brash decision and heading to a bar downtown. It was the middle of winter and hockey season which meant that the bar of choice "Kelly's" was full and practically bursting at the seems. Everyone inside was happy to take shelter from the snow that was falling outside- the warm heat of the bar making everyone happy, and when customer's are happy they spend more money.

Y/N pushed herself out of the cold and into the quaint little bar. She saw a couple of people wearing miler's jersey's and remembered that they had played a game that night- there was a group of men in the back and instantly Y/N caught the attention of one of them.

Unbeknownst to her, she had captured the attention of Leon draisaitl. One of the best hockey players in the league and certainly one of the oiler's greatest playmakers. Around him were a couple of friends and then a few teammates- not that the woman had noticed however, the only thing on her mind was getting a drink and forgetting about how shitty her life was at the moment.

Deciding to make a move, Leon pushed himself away from the booth in the back and walked towards the bar- taking in the woman's figure. She was wearing jeans and a pair of heeled boots, a winter jacket hung over the back of her chair and her hair in light waves. Her makeup had been removed and in all honesty- Leon didn't think she needed it. She had this natural glow about her and the way she carried herself with such a confidence had enamoured him from the start.

Sliding in next to her, he held up his credit card just as the bartender was about to ask for her form of payment. "Add it to my tab jimmy." Leon spoke, a slightly arrogant tone covering his words. He was expecting Y/N to fall head over heels for him- but when he was greeted with a roll of the eyes and scoff, he couldn't help but smirk.

He always did like a challenge.

"You know, I can pay for my own drink." she turned towards him, not letting the shock and recognition colour her expression one bit. She had the best poker face around and wasn't about to fall for his tricks. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she did however look him up and down- taking in his fit torso that was hidden under a sweater that was probably one size too small. But to be fair, hockey players seemed to always wear their clothes a size too small- just to show off their bodies if Y/N was correct in her assumptions.

Leon leaned against the bar and narrowed his eyes, analyzing her and almost trying to figure out his next approach- this girl was definitely something and he was intrigued. "I have more than enough money to cover one drink." He spoke cockily. A bitter sigh rolled past Y/N's lips and the man was about to warn her that if she rolled her eyes anymore, they might get stuck at the back of her head.

"Is that supposed to impress me?" She asked, taking a chunk out of his ego as she looked around the bar absentmindedly. Leon was really striking out tonight- somehow this gorgeous woman was not into him one bit, and that was quite the blow. "I don't know, is it working?" He asked- a hint of boyish charm colouring him.

For the first time that night, Y/N cracked a smile- a smell dent having being broke into her walls. It was a start and Leon was wiling to chip away all night if it meant that he could keep talking to her.

By the fourth round of drinks, both Leon and Y/N were pretty drunk. They had only been drinking hard liquor so it didn't take very long for the two of them to feel the effects. Leon had explained his stress with hockey and how he constantly felt pressure to perform at the top of his game- Y/N explained her horrid relationship and how she had been having a dry-spell ever since the breakup.

"I swear I just need to get laid." The girl growled, pushing her glass towards the bartender who had switched her over to water for the remainder of the night. Leon perked up at this his eyes boring into the woman's as he smirked. "I mean... I could be of service." He slurred slightly.

Letting out a chuckle, Y/N looked at him- "Wait you're serious?" She asked, her fit of giggles suddenly coming to a stop. When she was answered with a nod, she started to really think about it.

"Okay... Im not looking for a relationship though... just a booty call- and if you're lucky, maybe friends with benefits in the future." The idea was certainly promising and within a moment, Leon had packed his things up and lead the woman out of the bar- they caught an under back to her place and within a half an hour, the two of them were tangled together.

A mess of limbs and moans fell through the threshold of Y/N's apartment. Leon and the woman not making any attempt to have self-restraint. They wanted a hot, rough and hard fuck- and they were going to get it. It was if their life's depended on it.

Stumbling through her apartment and eventually finding the bedroom, the two of them fell into the sheets- their clothes being thrown around the room in various piles.

When Y/N woke up the next morning, she found the side of her bed empty- the cold sheet sliding against her soft skin. There was a declines ache between her thighs which brought a smile to her face. Her hair was slightly messy and there was a condom foil wrapper lying on the floor by the trash can. At least even in their drunken haze, the two of them had been smart enough to se protection.

Rolling over and facing her night stand, Y/N was delighted to see a sticky note with scribbled writing on it. After a serious of numbers, there was a small heart and comment. "Thanks for a great night- call me if you ever need a fuck buddy or a date." - Leon. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw that he had sighed it, his number 29 hanging onto the end of the paper.

That was a number in her phone that would certainly be used more than once in the future.