Hockey Imagines

Dylan Strome

So I guess like warning ish thing. Cause well basic kinda smut.  Ha whoops xD got carried away I guess? No ragrats xD also happy birthday to Dylan <3  ;K

Word Count: 1100+

You sat going through your notes. It was exam time and you were incredibly nervous. Your boyfriend Dylan was trying to help, but it wasn't working.

"This is my first exam in college Dylan! I can't fail I'll look like an idiot!" You worried.

He leaned back in his chair, "You're smart and are going to be fine babe," He tried assuring you.

You sighed unable to concentrate on your notes. "There's just to much to know! How am I supposed to remember all this? How is anyone supposed to remember all this. It's not possible."

Dylan got up and sat behind you on your bed, "You're too stressed out. That's all."

"How can I not be stressed out..." You naturally leaned back into his chest while his arms wrapped around your waist.

He kissed your cheek, "Take a break and just relax y/n."

You smiled up at him. A break did sound like a good idea at this point.

You turned your head a little and pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly. He always seemed to make you less stressed, that was one thing you loved about him.

The two of you had been dating since he had been drafted by Erie. He saw you at school and thought you were beautiful and asked you out. It made high school a lot more fun.

Your body turned so your back was no longer against his chest. Slowly he leaned back on the bed, his hand reaching for the hem of your shirt as he took it off. "This wasn't necessarily what I meant by take a break but I'm all for it," He playfully smiled and went back to kissing you.

Your hands slipped under his shirt as you felt his abs and toned chest. It wasn't long before you had taken his shirt off also. After that he managed to flip you two so he was over top of you.

Dylan left a light hickey on your sweet spot. A spot he's known for the past couple years. Softly, like always, you could help the quiet moan you let out.

You could feel him smirking against your neck before continuing down a bit farther, only stopping to unclip your bra and slide it off. He slowly kissed all the way down your stomach stopping at the waist band of your track pants teasingly.

He took a moment to make you impatient before slipping the baggy track pants off leaving you in only your black lace underwear. His favourite.

His jeans were slipped off easily, leaving you both with just your underwear separating complete skin-to-skin contact.

Your hand reached down to his boxers where his bulge was easily seen. Gently your hand pressed against it as you teasingly palmed him through his boxers.

He bit his lip to hold out from moaning, not wanting to give you that satisfaction. So you continued for a moment before slowly sliding his boxers off. You knew the effect you had on him and that made you smirk as you grabbed him in your hand gently and moved your hand.

You could see you made him melt practically from the moment you touched him there. It was always like this.

He stopped you though much to your surprise. "Right now is about you," He whispered in your ear and nipped at your earlobe a little before turning his attention to a different spot.

He gently rubbed his fingers against the fabric of your underwear. You held back a moan, wanting to keep those for when he made you feel better than this.

It seemed to be that he had the same effect on you, as you did him.

He didn't even both taking off your lace, instead worked with leaving it on. You felt his hand pressed against your lower region and his fingers were teasingly touching you softly.

It was only a couple of seconds more before you felt him push a finger slowly inside you. The feeling of him going slow wasn't something you were used too. It was new and you liked it even more when he moved slowly with two fingers.

In everyday possible he kept you guessing. He earned a couple soft moans from you, your back even arching slightly from the way he was making you feel.

Eventually he picked up his pace a little before you finished, him wiping his fingers and hand on a paper towel. Even washing them in a bathroom sink.

You were left catching your breath on his bed, completely unaware of the exam you were supposed to be studying for. He had completely taken your mind off of the stress of the exam, which in turn was going to make it easier for you to read over.

He came back into the room and gently hovered over you, kissing you passionately. "Enjoyed yourself I see," He mumbled against your lips.

"Always," You mumbled back before kissing him quickly again.

He smiled and slipped back on his boxers and jeans before throwing your track pants and a hoodie in your direction.

The first thing you did was smell the hoodie, you knew it was his and that is was going to smell like him.

He shook his head and laughed at you smelling the hoodie before sitting back in the chair from earlier. He reached for your binder and began asking you definitions and questions.

Suddenly everything seemed one thousand times clearer to you. The questions weren't as confusing and the answers were simpler than you realize.

You had been over thinking it completely, but Dylan cleared you mind and gave you a fresh start almost. It made studying less stressful and even made you feel smarter since you seemed to be getting everything right.

Dylan was impressed and even tried asking tricky sounding words, yet you continued to know what you were talking about.

"You're going to be fine tomorrow y/n," He said and closed your binder. It was set on the floor next to the chair he was sitting on, "I think I deserve a reward for helping you study."

"I think you know what your reward is already," You playfully smirked.

He smiled a little, like like a little kid who got his first question right in kindergarten. "Sex!?"

Softly laughing you couldn't help but realize you were in love with a weirdo.