#BrattyBoy

[joyffree]

Brickhouse By J. Haney & S.I. Hayes

A Why Choose, Romance with a Hot Dad Cop, a Kilt Wearing Bartender, and a Golden Retriever Braty Boy, all after a Strong FMC.

All Roads Lead Home…

Blakely Donaldson has always been daddy’s little girl, so when the woman who birthed her calls out of the blue begging for help, his words ring in young Blakely’s ears.

If someone needs help and you can, you help.

Help, in this case, means dropping her life and driving nearly a thousand miles to care for her minor siblings and for the mother who left her.

Blakely never imagined that mending bridges could lead her to three very different men who would never ask her to choose.

[venusrising91]

Gym-body

Pairing: Huta x Male reader

Genre: Smut 18+ mdni

Summary: You've always wanted a gym body. Your new trainer can help you achieve it—if you could only pry your eyes off his toned biceps for long enough to follow instructions. (Thank you to brattyboy for the request!)

Word count: 1,755 (2 pgs)

You weren’t sure if you could trust your own two eyes. It was pretty early and you hadn’t had any coffee yet. Only a bitter pre-workout drink. The interior of the gym was pretty dark. It was barely 6AM—the only available time-slot for the gym’s most highly reviewed and sought after personal trainer. He stood near the weights, looking suspiciously similar to the only boy you’ve ever had a crush on—Huta Lee. 

Except he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man. Tall and muscular. So carved that he could’ve been a Greek god. 

What the fuck was he doing here? 

You should’ve paid closer attention to the photos on his employee profile. In them, his face had been obscured by a mask but now, as you looked at his page on your phone again, huddled in the corner near the mirrors, you saw that the eyes staring out at you from within the screen were familiar. You could never forget those eyes: dreamy and dark.

“You my 6am client?” asked Huta, walking toward you with two dumb-bells. 

You had resolved to leave but…fuck. Too late to chicken out now.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am,” you replied, voice trembling.

“What are you doing hiding in the corner? Come out. I won’t bite.”

You pocketed your phone and shuffled over to him. Did he recognize you? You hoped not. He never took much notice of you in high-school. But you always noticed him. He’d gotten so much bigger since those teenage days—you could hardly believe this was the same scrawny Huta that you were so enamored with back then.

He eyed you as you stood before him, then asked, “So what area are you looking to strengthen?” As he said this, he assessed your body, dragging his gaze over your chest, your arms, then lower, lingering on your…fuck. 

                fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

You were getting hard just off the sight of him, the outline of your arousal creating a tent in your shorts.

“Is that because of me?” asked Huta. You froze. He saw it? 

Your heart quickened, beating fast as you scrambled for a reply. 

Huta chuckled. “Relax, I’m just fucking with you. Certain pre-workout drinks make me hard, too. Some dudes get wood for a while because of the increased blood flow. Should wear off once we start warming up.”

You were so flustered that you didn’t speak. You couldn’t. Every word and sentence went right out of your head. All you could focus on was the throbbing between your legs—of Huta’s lips and eyes as they gazed out at you. Of his chiseled body and the faint traces of his cologne as it wafted through the air around you.

“I...I think I should go,” you said.

Huta chuckled again. “Oh come on, it’s just an erection, bro. It’ll wear off. Let's go, pick up the weights. We’ll do a few sets, take the edge off.”

You did as he said, albeit with a degree of reluctance.

 He guided you through a warm-up and a full body work-out. By the time it was over, you were still aching and erect. It had been so long since anyone touched you. And Huta had his hands on you, spotting you through most of the session. You practically raced out of the gym after finishing the last set.

For the rest of the day, he was all you could think about. At work, at dinner, in the shower.

Later that night in bed, you set your alarm and thought about the session as you lay there. Behind your closed eyes, Huta came into focus, the fantasy of being with him weaving itself to life in the blank space of your mind. You couldn’t resist touching yourself, and came hard to the thought of him—of his naked body, then drifted.

In the morning, he was there waiting for you in the gym. The workout was just as painstaking as yesterday’s. Twice he caught sight of the bulge between your legs, widening his eyes as he regarded it.

“Starting to think you’ve got a crush on me,” Huta said with a devious grin after spotting you for a round of sit-ups. 

You adjusted your shorts and rose, feeling too shy to respond. You didn’t trust the words that might spill from your lips. Around him, you felt so insecure and unsure of yourself, and just like the sight of your hardened cock, Huta noticed this, too. “Wait, don’t tell me you actually—”

“What if I do?” you blurted it out with no thought for consequences. 

The look in his eyes. What were you thinking saying something like that? You wanted to kick yourself. Quickly, you collected your gym bag and rushed through the doors. 

Huta shouted after you. 

Outside of your pulse roaring like a lion in your ears, you could hear nothing, and you refused to stop for clarification. Whatever he’d said, he could say it to your back.

At home, you tried to forget. It was all so stupid of you. Huta was just as unavailable to you now as he had been in high school. You considered quitting the gym, and you would have, but you’d already paid in advance for three more sessions. If you kept your mouth shut and your eyes down, maybe you could get through them without another foolish incident.

The next morning (following a restless night) you entered the gym and found Huta waiting. He was frowning. Your gazes met for a split second. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but his expression didn’t look welcoming in the least.

He was short with you��ordering you around and giving you hard looks for the entirety of the session. During your last set, he glared at you, arms crossed.

“The other day. What was that about?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, y/n.”

Your name. He’d said your name. Your real name (you’d given him a fake one once you realized who he was) He knew you?

“You know who I—”

“Of course I do. Clocked you as soon as you walked through the doors for our first session. You haven’t changed a bit. Still as shy and awkward as ever. Thought you might’ve outgrown it. Guess I was wrong.”

You didn’t know what to say.  Seconds ticked by in silence. Then: “Why do you keep teasing me about my—”

“About your hard-on? Why do you think?”

“I-I-I…don’t—I…”

“Are you seriously that clueless?”

You couldn’t think straight, and gathered your belongings, then headed for the locker room. You needed to get away from him.

But he followed you inside.

The next few moments were a blur. Before you realized it, Huta had you pinned against one of the lockers, breathing down on you. He stood so close that the tips of your noses touched.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. You were my biggest crush,” he said against your mouth.

All this time, he wanted you, too? 

Something unfurled in you, so many years of pent up passion and wanting bursting forth all at once to claim you. You reached into Huta’s sweatpants and took him in your hand. He groaned at the contact, throwing his head back.

“That’s it, just like that,” he whispered as you stroked him. After a few pulls he drew back. “Not here,” he said, panting. With this, he grabbed you by the wrist and led you out of the locker room.

He’d taken you to the showers. It was early, and there were barely any gym-goers present. Every stall was empty. Huta pulled back the curtain of one and ushered you inside. He had his mouth on you in an instant. Sucking and biting at your willing flesh.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Huta said, trailing kisses across your chest. All you could do was moan as his lips and tongue traced lustful patterns against you. 

“I want you inside me,” you panted, breathless.

He took a break from kissing you and grinned, turning on the shower in the process. Each of you stripped off your clothing. Then slowly,  he reached behind you, and within moments, his fingers found your hole. He pushed at your entrance, gently. The water streamed over both of your naked bodies, providing a small amount of lubrication. Just not enough. 

You winced as his finger sank deeper into your tight ring of muscles.

“Loosen up, baby—relax, I won’t hurt you,” Huta said as he pressed a kiss into the hollow of your throat.

You grabbed hold of his erection as he finger fucked you, giving him tight fisted pumps. He moaned after each one, and in response, pushed his finger further into your depths. Your hole absorbed him, up to the knuckle. The pleasure made your eyes roll back.

He had you leaking all over the shower floor from the rhythm of his steady penetration.

“That’s it. Look how well you’re taking it. Good boy,” he said as he grabbed a handful of your ass, and spread your cheeks wider. He swirled his digit deeper inside of you. You almost came, and would have, but he stopped abruptly, easing his finger out of you. The sensation made you whimper and tremble. “Lean against the wall. I want to lick you.”

He didn’t wait for you to move, and shoved you against the tiles of the stall. Before you knew it, his tongue was inside of you, licking that delicate, forbidden place. He ate you like a main dish. Halfway through, he brought his hand around to tug on your hard cock. His efforts resulted in two back to back orgasms, each leaving you weaker than the last. By the third, you watched the thick ropes shooting down the drain in amazement. Stunned that your body had produced so much semen for him.

Huta would have given you a fourth orgasm, but you stopped him. 

“Had enough?” he asked, licking his lips.

You nodded. “Just about.”

“My turn, then. Get on your knees.”

You didn’t have to be told. You were longing to taste him. He made the most beautiful, ruined, helpless sounds as you swallowed his length, taking it to the back of your throat.

“Oh, fuck, y/n, just like that. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t intend to. Not even when you’d drained him of his load. He’d lost it quickly. You had been eager to please him. He praised you afterward, calling you a good boy, and showering you with compliments.

The two of you had made a mess in the shower stall. You bathed together, each working a lather on the other.

Back in the locker room, you dressed and exchanged what could only be described as coy pillow talk.

If every work-out was going to end like this, then you’d have the perfect gym body in no time. 

[loststarphounix]

Me: ok! I hate having Pretend to Be Tonight in limbo I should really finish it!

My Brain, a horrid Trickster and cruel creature: Hey! Remember that Vampire/Vampire Hunter Soudam fic? What if that, but with Hinamedea as well? Maybe some inspiration from SweetLiliac and BrattyBoy?

Me:

[sedulityoutfits]

New Outfit has been published on https://www.imvuoutfits.com/78829340

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Outfit styled by #Quadrus Attributions: Top by #974K Bottom by #Lynn Shoes by #lMalcriadal Hair by #Outsider Head by #BrattyBoy Skin by #Moonrise Skin by #Morale Tags: #imvu #sedulity #imvuoutfits #imvufashion #fashion #Allie #Allie_lash #Arm #Arm_Tattoos #Black #Eve #Futuristic #Lovers #Paloza #Paloza_Pant_Black #Pant #Platform #Platform_boots #Riku #Sora #Sora_Riku_Lovers #Tattoos #Top #boots #lash

[yza-blog]

🐈 I thought a muse is supposed be a being or figure that stands over your shoulder (metaphorically) and inspires you to write or be creative 🐈 Not a fat cat that lays on your table, blocking your keyboard access 🐈 But what can I say...Shaq wanted Mama's love at this particular moment and I couldn't say no. I mean, look at that face 🐈 #love #familia #familytime #familyalbum #familymoments #cat #cats #catoftheday #catstagram #catsofinstagram #egyptianmau #egyptianmausofinstagram #shaq #myboy #brattyboy #brattykids #mykids #mykidshavefourpaws #mykidshavefourfeet #catleesi #catleesimotherofsevenkitties #catleesimotherofcats #motherofcats #author #authorsprofile #authorslife #writingcommunity #editing #revising #shaqismymuse (at Silverado Ranch, Las Vegas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4YtPplnb5W/?igshid=p27243hhe37r

[thecatmamadfw]

My ball...MINE! #someonemissedthememo #sharingisnotcaring #brattyboys #thekittensofthegalaxy #galaxykittens #fosterkittens #kittenroom #kitten #fosteringsaveslives #adoptdontshop #hsnt #humanesocietyofnorthtexas #love

[sedulityoutfits]

New Outfit has been published on http://www.imvuoutfits.com/78604032

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Outfit styled by #Quadrus Attributions: Top by #Ismeny Shoes by #KisaTheCutie Hair by #SPARR0W Head by #BrattyBoy Skin by #Perlu Tags: #imvu #sedulity #imvuoutfits #imvufashion #fashion #Allie #Allie_lash #Halloween #Halloween_Suit #Lollita #Lollita_Pumpkin #Pumpkin #Skin #Suit #WebMaidBoots #lash

[yza-blog]

🐈 Today's Shaq's 9th #birthday and here's to 9 more 🐈 #love #lovely #familia #familytime #familyalbum #familymoments #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #catsoftoday #catleesimotherofsevenkitties #catleesimotherofcats #birthdayboy #catsbirthday #brattyboy #egyptianmau #shaquille #shaq #mykids #myson #mykidshavefur #mykidshavefourpaws #mykidshavefourfeet #babyboomer 🐈 (at Silverado Ranch, Las Vegas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0jYmBXHvx_/?igshid=n9cjf0q5mk72

[beelindalovee]

❤️❤️❤️ my big baby . #babynoah #brattyboy #lovehimtodeath #sillychild

[egranholm]

Wants to say Hi to the fishies so bad! Lol #noMonte #brattyBoy #pitbullsofig #igDoggy

[sedulityoutfits]

New Outfit has been published on https://www.imvuoutfits.com/78829340

78829340

Outfit styled by #Quadrus Attributions: Top by #974K Bottom by #Lynn Shoes by #lMalcriadal Hair by #Outsider Head by #BrattyBoy Skin by #Moonrise Skin by #Morale Tags: #imvu #sedulity #imvuoutfits #imvufashion #fashion #Allie #Allie_lash #Arm #Arm_Tattoos #Black #Eve #Futuristic #Lovers #Paloza #Paloza_Pant_Black #Pant #Platform #Platform_boots #Riku #Sora #Sora_Riku_Lovers #Tattoos #Top #boots #lash

[brattygab]

Super selfie!👦👦👦 😉😝😁 #Lucas #BrattyBoy #Nephew #VeryNaughty

[yza-blog]

My #babyboy Shaq is such a lazy little guy, hogging the love seat all to himself. Oh, Shaq 😘😻 #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #catbaby #catleesimotherofkitties #egyptianmau #love #loverboy #familia #familymoments #brat #brattyboy #punkass #mykidshavefourpaws #mykidshavefourlegs (at Silverado Ranch Area)

[teesatran]

Out to eat and we ran into my uncle . #brattyboy #spoiled #loved #onlyboyinthefamily

[hydralynguillermo-blog]

the #engineer #slumberqueen #dramaprincess #brattyboy (Taken with Instagram)