a/n: my first Brock fic! this is shorter than usual for me but I hope you enjoy anyway. I’d also just like to say that, as a fan of an Eastern Conference team, Brock Boeser was hardly on my radar when I rejoined Tumblr recently, and now he takes up a lotttt of real estate in my head, rent-free. My deepest thanks to all of you who made me fall in love with him, truly.
summary: just a little fluff piece about Brock and his wife welcoming their first baby, from his perspective.
warnings: swearing. otherwise, complete and total fluff
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“God, Mom, she’s so beautiful. Like, I can’t even stand it,” I said softly into the phone, gazing down at my brand new baby daughter asleep on my chest. All six pounds of her was wrapped in a soft pink hospital blanket, an enormous matching bow around her tiny head. I pursed my lips and kissed her feather-soft blonde hair, inhaling her sweet scent with my eyes closed.
My mom released a knowing hum as she listened to me fawn over my firstborn. “She really is, honey. Dad and I can’t wait to meet her this week. How’s Bri doing?”
I lifted my head and soaked in the sight of my napping wife across the private maternity suite. After a 20-hour labor and delivery, along with spending quality time as a new family of three, rest had finally overcome her. I kept my voice low so as not to disturb her.
“Bri’s doing great. She’s been sleeping for about two hours now, which she really needed. She was such a champ, Mom. I swear, I thought I couldn’t love her more, and then she did this, like it was nothing. I’m just so proud of her,” I boasted, my chest warming at the memory of watching my wife give birth as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
“She was made for this — that’s for sure,” my mom replied fondly, having known Bri since she and I became friends in middle school. If you knew Bri even as an acquaintance at any point in her life, you knew how incredible she had always been with kids and how badly she wanted to be a mother. Now, she had realized her lifelong dream, and I still had to pinch myself at the humbling thought that she had realized it with me.
“Do you have a name picked out yet?” my mom asked, pulling me from my wandering thoughts. I smiled with the phone still pressed to my ear. “Beckett Elise Boeser,” I revealed. “You know we were going with a ‘B,’” I added with a quiet chuckle. My mom nearly squealed on the other end of the line. “Oh, Brock! How precious. Our little Beckett,” she repeated. “It’s perfect.”
My mom and I were wrapping up our conversation just as Beckett began to stir against my chest. I told my mom I would talk to her soon, dropping my phone onto the couch, and pulled my baby closer, resting her head in the crook of my neck.
“Shhh, you’re okay, baby girl,” I whispered. “Daddy’s got you. Yeah, Daddy’s here, my love.” With faint whimpers, she nuzzled her face further into my neck as I rubbed her back slowly to soothe her, amazed at how my big hand so easily curled around her entire torso. I turned my head to pepper hers with light kisses as her eyelids fluttered.
“I must still be dreaming,” I heard a sleepy voice say from the hospital bed. My head snapped in Bri’s direction, and I saw her still lying with her head against the pillow, her eyes now open and fixed on Beckett and me. “I swear I just had the craziest dream that I had a baby with my high school boyfriend Brock Boeser.”
I beamed at her, a giddy laugh escaping my lips. I carefully stood and closed the gap between us, my free hand cradling Beckett’s head against my shoulder.
“Not a dream, pretty girl,” I told Bri as I bent to kiss her lips tenderly. “This is our life,” I whispered. A grin spread slowly across her face, still as striking as ever despite her tired visage.
“Damn, you look good with a baby,” Bri announced as she stared at me holding Beckett steady against my shoulder, making me chuckle. Cautiously, I moved to place our little girl into her mother’s waiting arms. Bri tenderly gathered the baby in her arms, pulling the swaddled blanket down slightly to get a better view of Beckett’s face, whispering greetings to the newborn as I cupped the backs of both of their heads in my palms.
“So do you,” I replied, reaching to card my fingers through her long hair. Bri looked up from the baby and gave me the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen her wear, and I knew that I would remember that moment for the rest of my days.
“Come on, Daddy,” Bri requested, patting the mattress beneath her. “Sit with us.” Immediately, I kicked off my shoes and accepted her invitation. I looped one arm behind Bri and pulled my legs onto the bed as Bri moved hers to rest on top of mine. She snuggled back into my chest and we both laid hands on Beckett’s tiny form, caressing her cheeks and forehead and chin, totally in awe of this creation we had just brought into the world.
“Thank you,” I breathed into Bri’s hair, my emotions overwhelming me. “Thank you for giving me the most incredible gift.”
Bri looked up at me and cupped my cheek in her hand. “Thank you,” she replied. “This is all I’ve ever wanted,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. I pressed a firm, passionate kiss to her lips, which she leaned into. When we finally parted, I told her, “Me, too.”
You still taking thirst? Cause I just had a thought. I wanna be sandwiched between Nolan Patrick, Tyson Jost, and Brock Boeser. Just let them take control and have a good time honestly.
Nolan makes the others wait
He wants to fuck you first
Tyson wants to eat you out first
So they agree to that
Meanwhile Brock has been playing with your tits
Tyson eats you like it’s his last meal while Nolan gathers the condoms and lube
You cum against Tyson’s face as Brock sucked a nipple into his mouth
Nolan quickly puts on a condom and slides home
The sound that left your mouth was almost inhuman
Nolan’s thrusts are fast
He angles his hips really well though
Nolan rolls the two of you over so you are on top of him and Tyson begins to work at your ass
Tyson takes his time stretching you as Nolan thrusts up into you
Brock meanwhile is stroking your back and hair as you moan
Once Tyson decided you are sufficiently open for him he dons a condom and slides into your ass
“Suck Brock.” Nolan demands through groans
You’re so full
Everything is so much
You can’t think
You open your mouth to let Brock fuck your face as Nolan continues to thrust into you but now at a slower pace
Tyson and Nolan alternate thrusting into you
Your nerves a lit up at the sensations
All you can do is moan and drool around Brock who is gently fucking into your mouth
Everything is overwhelming
You feel Brock twitch in your mouth and cum down your throat
You swallow as best as you can but some cum drips out the corner of your mouth
Nolan wipes it with his thumb feeding it back into you
Tyson starts reaching around to play with your clit
You can tell both him and Nolan are struggling not to cum
Nolan hits your gspot and you scream and cum clenching down on both of them
Tyson cums first collapsing on you and Nolan
Nolan continues to thrust into you sloppily despite the weight of you and Tyson crushing him
You bite at Nolan’s nipple and he cums suddenly freezing in place
Tyson rolls off of you
You can’t move so Nolan rolls you over and pulls out
Brock takes you into the shower with him and cleans you up
Brock decides he’ll stay with you since you’re so out of it
Nolan and Tyson both kiss you on the cheek as they leave leaving you to fall asleep against Brock who hasn’t stopped stroking your arms and back
Join me for thirst (it’s sporadic but I’ll write it eventually)
Holy shit. I just saw a gif of it and i almost died. Like who gave him the right. Does he know that we’re thirsty for him? I just wanna hang onto his back and shoulders while he fucks me but thats just me... idk about y’all.
I’m gonna take this picture and say that Brock didn’t do something stupid and break his arm or whatever we thought he did with those weird ass towel pics from the 4th?
