Warnings: Oral (male receiving), unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1.3K

Requested: No, but it's going to make someone really happy.

The sunshine softly shining into your room through the curtains wakes you gently. You rub your eyes, trying to get rid of the last bit of sleepiness. Rolling over on your left side, you admire the sight before you. Brock is still heavily sleeping, one arm above his head, the other across his stomach, his mouth slightly agape. You grin at his sleeping form, it's adorable.

You could watch him for hours like this, the soft rise and fall of his chest, his blonde hair a mess on top of his pillow. He looks so young and careless like this, just a normal guy instead of a NHL player. You smile at him, even though he can't see it, fingers itching to touch his soft lips, tracing every inch of his body. It's his 24th birthday, and birthday boys get treated, right?

You slowly peel back the covers, until Brock's body is completely revealed to you. Crawling gently between his legs, you try your hardest to not wake him up. Your fingers slide underneath the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down just enough to free his prominent morning wood. You close your hand around his member, flicking your wrist just the way he loves it. Brock stirs a bit in his sleep, some incoherent mumbles leaving his lips.

You keep your eyes on Brock's face, knowing that he'll soon wake up. You dip your head down, dragging your tongue towards the tip of his cock. Circling the tip with your tongue, you lap up the already leaked precum. Brock moans softly, indicating he's almost awake. Your tongue keeps twirling around his tip, softly sucking and licking until he wakes up.

Finally your eyes connect with Brock's blue ones. He blinks a few times, trying to shake off the sleep. It takes him a few seconds before his mind registers what's happening. "Happy birthday, Brock," you tell him softly, taking his cock back into your mouth. His hand immediately finds your hair, tangling itself in the strands. "That's a sight I can get used to, baby," he rasps, his deep morning voice still laced with sleep.

Softly sucking onto the head of his cock, Brock bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "Don't tease me, y/n," he mumbles, tightening his grip on your hair. Relaxing your throat, you allow Brock to set the pace. With both of his hands on your head, he works his cock in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips, his groans and moans filling the room.

Your hand reaches underneath him, cupping his balls with your hand. "Fuck, I love your mouth, y/n," he moans out, thrusting harder into your mouth. Spit drips past your chin, eyes starting to water. You roll his balls just the way he likes it, earning you some more moans. Brock's hands keep your head in place when he pushes all the way into your mouth, nose pressed against his pelvis. You moan around his cock, the vibrations almost pushing Brock over the edge.

Brock pulls your head back by your hair, slipping himself out of your mouth. You look up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "What do you want, birthday boy?" you ask him innocently. He groans, pulling you closer to his face. "First I'm going to kiss my girlfriend, and then I'm going to fuck my girlfriend," he simply says, before crushing his lips onto yours.

Brock bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, finding yours instantly. The battle for dominance quickly won by Brock himself. His fingers slip between the two of you, finding your dripping core. He slips two fingers inside of you, making sure you're absolutely ready for him. You moan into the kiss, spurring Brock on to go on with whatever he has planned.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he find your hips, guiding you over his straining erection. Your hands find their way into Brock's blonde locks. He break the kiss, eyes swirling with desire. "Ride me, baby," he says, hands stroking the soft skin of your thighs.

You slide your hands back to his broad chest, bracing yourself, while lowering yourself down onto his cock. You moan his name when he's fully inside of you, relishing the feeling of him filling you. You lift your hips, until just the tip of Brock's cock fills you, before sinking back down, sheathing him fully inside of you again. Brock groans low, his fingers tightening on your hips. "Shit, y/n. You feel so good."

Your nails dig into Brock's chest with every rock of your hips. You move your hips in slow, deliberate motions. You keep your eyes on Brock's, pure, raw desire flashing through his eyes, while he focuses on where your bodies connect to one another.

Brock bucks his hips, speeding up the pace you'd set. One of his hands closes around your breast, pinching your nipple roughly. He knows you're getting closer and closer to your release, he feels the way you clamp down onto his cock with every thrust he delivers, every rock of your hips when you sink down on him. "Take what you need, baby. Take it," he encourages you.

He moves his hands back to your hips, helping you set the rhythm you need, want, and crave. Brock guides you up and down onto his cock, while your hands find your own breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers. "Brock, I'm so close, so close..." you mutter out. Brock guides you rougher onto his dick, his own breathing turning erethic as well, indicating his own release isn't far behind yours.

"Let go, baby. I got you," he groans out, giving you the last push you need to fall over the edge. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, limbs turning into jelly. You clamp down on his cock, while your orgasm burns through your body, igniting every nerve ending. You come screaming his name, before collapsing on his chest. Brock fucks you right through your orgasm, his own high following almost right after yours. His hips come to a complete still, buried to the hilt inside of you. His groans and grunts fill your ears, while he fills you with his release.

Both breathing hard, minds numb, limbs still feeling like jelly. "This is one hell of a birthday, y/n," Brock mutters against your hair. You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. "I'm glad you think so, baby," you tell him softly. His arms close around you, pulling you tighter against his chest. Brock makes no move to slide out of you, which is more than fine by you. You like the feeling of him inside of you, even if it's just like this, you like to feel somewhat connected to him.

The two of you just lay there for awhile, enjoying the familiar warmth of each other. You listen to his steady heartbeat, the soft rising and falling of his chest. Brock traces small patterns on your back. You lift your head at him, when his heartbeat starts to pick up again. You raise your eyebrow at the smile he gives you, his eyes twinkling. "How about I show you what the birthday boy can do in the shower?" he asks you, hands slipping towards your ass, moulding the globes in his large hands. You laugh at his expression, your hands cupping his face. You lean in, your lips hovering over his. "Show me what you got, birthday boy." 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

It's never to late to celebrate Brock's birthday, right? cardhousedreamer23

This one is obviously for you. ❤️

truenorth55 & mitchyymarns & Nolanpatrick_baby

Enjoy, girls!