nhl imagines 2; on hold

Brock Boeser (Vancouver Canucks)

"Earth to (Y/N)," I heard the familiar deep voice of Brock behind me. I have been best friends with Troy Stetcher since I practically came out of the womb, so I've became friends with all of his teammates.

Well all of them except Brock. It wasn't like he was mean to me, it was just different. He only talked to me to bug me. "Whaaaaaat," I groaned, looking up from my phone. "I asked if you wanted Chipotle." He asked me from across the couch and I nodded. "Troy knows what I like." I told him.

"I'll go get it Brock, it's no biggie." I heard Troy from the other room and I mentally groaned. Troy and I lived together, and Brock was always over so I got used to his company but I've never been alone with him. Brock was eating from a bag of popcorn when I stood up to get the TV remote to turn something on. I didn't want to make conversation, but I also couldn't just go hide in my room so I resorted to the TV to cut through the silence and tension.

As I walked to get the remote, a piece of popcorn hit me in the back. I turned around and another piece hit me square in the nose, and I saw Brock dying of laughter on the couch. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you in the face." He chuckled and I just rolled my eyes, continuing to walk to the couch when Brock stood up.

"Excuse me missy, did you just roll your eyes at me?" He asked and I shrugged. "You're not gonna like this." He said and all of the sudden his hands were on my waist and he was tickling me. I absolutely hate being tickled, so this was like hell on earth. "Brock, stop!" I fell over in hopes that he would stop but the large blonde male came down with me.

He kept tickling me and he finally stopped when he realized he was laying on top of me, his hot breath mixing with mine. I stared into his eyes and he did the same. His hand moved a hair out of my face, causing me to blush. "You're so beautiful." He complimented which caused me to blush even more.

"You can't sit here and tell me you don't feel anything right now." He said and I shook my head. "Nope." I lied through my teeth. "What about, now?" He said as he started to kiss down my neck. My breathing stopped and I could feel myself tense up. An incredibly hot hockey player was kissing down my neck and is making it extremely hard for me to throw away all of the feelings I have for him.

"What about now?" He said kissing down my jawline. "Nope." I shivered. "What about-" "That's it." I interrupted and leaned in, kissing him forcefully. Brock kissed back with an equal amount of passion. We pulled away only for air and stared at each other.

"That was," I breathed out. "Wow." was all Brock said. "I really like you, (Y/N). I only mess with you because I really like you, I hope you know that." He said and I nodded. "I really like you too, Boeser. Now, I think Troy's home. Go get my Chipotle, a girl needs her guac."