length: 932 words
warnings: swearing, steam with a dash of smut, implied sexual intercourse
requested: yes
notes: in this imagine dylan strome was still playing for the coyotes
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"Wow," Clayton breathed out when you walked into the kitchen, "you look absolutely stunning."
You smiled and gave him a small twirl, showing off the summery floral dress while he watched you fondly, unable to believe that he was so lucky.
"We should get going soon, babe," he grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer to him in the process.
"Okay," you lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his jaw.
When the two of you finally arrived at the restaurant Clayton quickly dashed around the car to open your door for you, ever the gentleman, before taking your small hand in his and guiding you into the warm building. Then quickly spotting the other couple, he led you to their table and pulled your chair out for you.
"Actually, babe," you reached for his arm, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom quickly."
"Me too," Taylor piped up, excusing herself from Dylan and following you to the back of the restaurant.
"How are things with the two of you?" she's asked excitedly while you washed your hands before running a hand through your hair.
"Things are really really great," you grinned at her in the mirror. "He's just so perfect and he's always super sweet and helpful and wow, he's such a gentleman all the time. I love him so much." You then blushed deeply, remembering quite how lovely Clayton was. "What about you and Stromer?"
"He's incredible," Taylor said softly before frowning slightly, "but he thinks he's going to be traded soon."
"I'm so sorry. I'm sure everything will work out though."
"Thank you. Now let's get back to our boyfriends," she hugged you quickly.
Walking back to the table, Clayton turned away from his conversation and smiled at you before tilting his head towards the drink in your place. Once you sat down next to him, you peered closely at the drink and realised that he had ordered your favourite without you even telling him to. How was he so perfect all the time?
"Thank you," you murmured, taking a long sip from the straw.
"I love you," he answered back, once again enveloping your hand in his.
The conversation flowed throughout the meal but you spent most of your time focusing on the gentle sensation of his thumb rubbing small circles on the back on your hand. Soon enough your mind drifted even further away and you found yourself thinking about what could happen back at the house.
You thought about his large but tender hands running over your skin, his soft lips pressing against your neck. You thought about his steely blue eyes gazing into yours while he let out low groans.
Feeling the heat pooling between your legs, you whispered, "Baby, I'm not feeling too good. Can we go soon?"
"Of course, love," he murmured, eyes concerned.
After he paid and said goodbye to Taylor and Dylan, the two of you walked out into the cool evening air and you breathed in deeply before dragging Clayton around a corner and pulling him against you. Then wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, you moved his head down and crashed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. He groaned against your mouth as your hand tugged in his hair and you sucked on his lower lip, drawing another soft moan from him. Almost immediately he nudged your lips open and slid his tongue against yours, gripping your waist tightly. Eventually he pulled away, breathing heavily.
"I thought you weren't feeling well," he smirked, his pupils blown wide with lust.
"I think we both know that I wasn't telling the truth," you bit your lower lip.
"God, when we get home-" he began but you cut him off with a quick peck before taking his hand and walking back to his car.
As Clayton started to drive, you rubbed your thighs together, hoping for any kind of friction and then you looked towards him. His eyes were focused on the road while his hands were casually wrapped around the steering wheel and the silver of the chain around his neck glinted in the dark.
Moving a hand to his thigh, you ran your fingers along it, creeping closer and closer to his crotch.
"What are you doing?" he questioned breathily.
In response to his query you leaned across and pressed your lips to his ear, sucking slightly on the lobe before shifting your hand to begin palming him through his trousers, feeling him harden beneath you.
"C-can you wait till we get home?" he struggled out, bucking his hips against your hand. "I don't want to crash."
"But I don't want to wait," you unbuttoned his jeans and dragged the zipper down, watching Clayton's eyes flutter shut for a second. "Please," you begged quietly and slipped your hand under the waistband of his boxers.
When you finally wrapped your hand around his dick, Clayton groaned loudly and his knuckles turned white around the wheel. "Fuck, (y/n)," he hissed out and you felt even hotter. "Just, just let me find somewhere to pull over, okay."
"Okay, baby," you released him from his underwear as he searched for a good space to stop. And when he finally cut the engine you removed your hand and he helped you manoeuvre yourself onto his lap, both of you moaning at the contact.
"I love you so much," he whispered as he slipped one hand under your dress while the other traced patterns on your upper arm.
