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Y/n walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of white wine as she watched Beyoncé and her husband get flirty. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, jealously flaring up in her vains, wishing that could be her instead of Jay. But her and Bey weren't together. Well, not in front of people at least. Behind closed doors though, that's different.
As she took sips of her wine, she watched the couple, frowning when Jay pulled his wife in for a kiss. She shouldn't be this jealous, she had no reason to be... but, she loved her and it was just too much for Y/n sometimes.
Y/n gulped down the rest of her wine, and walked ober to the couple, not knowing what she was gonna say or do. Luckily, they stopped kissing as she stopped in front of them, Jay having a shocked expression on his face when he saw her.
"Miss Y/n Y/l/n! It's finally amazing to get to meet you! I hope my wife has been kind enough to you?"
"Mr. Carter, it's my pleasure to me you! I mean, I'm just an up amd coming singer-" he scoffs and shakes his head.
"Up and coming my ass, your vocals should've be discovered ages ago."
"Mr. Carter-"
"Please call me Jay," he tells her with a smile, causing her to smile.
"Fine, Jay, as I was saying, I'm only 25, it takes time and if I was discovered when I was younger, I would've had to quit due to me being sick a lot. But, I'm here now so, I'll make the most of it."
"I think I need to use the restroom, excuse me," Bey pulls away from Jay and get's ready to make an escape, but Y/n quickly follows her, saying she also needed to go as well.
Y/n locks the door when they get inside, and makes sure no one is there before she attacks Bey with kisses, which the singer eagerly returns.
"Baby..."
"No... you're mine. My girl, my lips, my ass, mine. He doesn't get to touch you like that." She scowls before going back to kissing the singer softly, her hands holding the singers hips and pulling her close.
"God, I love you." Y/n pulls back as a blush rises up on her cheeks, letting out a cute giggle that makes the singer's heart melt.
"I love you too." Y/n hops up onto the counter, pulling Bey in between her legs and presses her lips against the singers. Y/n pulls back a bit and kisses down her jaw, to her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point, shivering when she hears the singer moan. God, that sound.
She sucks hard, knowing that Bey will get mad, knowing she's not suppose to mark her, but she doesn't care. It's not a big one at least, and Bey will be able to cover it up with the neck of her dress, but she doesn't know about when she gets home. But, Beyoncé could blame Jay. Hell, Y/n doesn't care.
With a small giggle, Y/n pulls away and presses her lips against the singer's again before sliding off the counter. "Mm, not sorry for the mark. But that's to let everyone know you're mine sweetheart." She sends the singer a wink before grabbing some napkins and wiping all her lipstick off and unlocking the door. "Text me later." Y/n walks out the restroom with a smirk, knowing that Bey will more than likely come by her hotel room later that night, especially if she loads Jay up with drinks.
