#josh hutchinson smut

[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

[kazmyass]

hi !! could you possibly do a oneshot or something where Mike comes home from work early one morning and he sees that the reader (could be GN or male if you happen to write male stuff) is still asleep on the couch, (they take Max’s place in being Abby’s babysitter but they DON’T work for the aunt) and he’s so tired that he ends up grabbing a blanket and cuddling up next to them? and then when they wake up they’re like “mike?? are you okay??” and he’s just a flustered mess? thank you so much! <3

Wakey Wakey

Pairings: Mike Schmidt x male!reader

Description: after a long night at work, mike just needs some comfort from abby’s babysitter, aka, his boyfriend

Warnings: little tiny sexual innuendo at the end if you squint, falling asleep together, fight scene kinda? mostly fluff tho

Words:  704

Prompt: cuddling

A/N: I LAURVED WRITING THIS MIKE IS MY LOVEEEEEEEEE send me more requests for him cus tbh, this was fun af

Mike had just had one of the worst nightmares in his life. So bad, in fact, that he left work early. It was the same nightmare he had been having for years, but instead of finding his little brother, Garett, gone a minute too late, he came face to face with the kidnapper. Only the kidnapper had a mask on- a yellow bunny mask with a purple bowtie at the bottom.

Having been caught off guard, Mike ended up on the ground, beaten and bruised, as he watched his younger brother be coaxed into the station-wagon, and driven away, never to be seen again.

As if the dream wasn’t enough, he had woken up feeling incredibly sore. Bruises littered his arms and torso, but nothing too serious. Mike was too tired to stop and question why he even had bruises in the first place. It was only a dream after all... right?

It was only 4:58 when Mike got to his house- a mere hour before he should have even left work in the first place. He fumbled with his keys, trying to find the right one to open the house. When had he acquired so many keys?

All the lights were off, except for the light above the stove, which provided just enough light for Mike to find his way to the sofa. He sat, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, when he heard a soft snore. He looked to his right to find y/n curled up under a fleece blanket. He smiled softly. How did he get such a handsome boyfriend? And one that happened to babysit as well?

Mike scooted closer to y/n, pulling him close to his body and laying down against the pillow behind him, so that he was holding y/n. After a while he let sleep overtake him.

When y/n woke up, he was definitely surprised to see Mike home early, much less on the couch with him rather than in his own bed. Y/n crawled over Mike quietly, tiptoeing to the kitchen and turning the stove light off, as the natural light began to fill the kitchen.

He pulled out the egg carton from the fridge, as well as a pack of bacon. If Mike was home early, y/n might as well surprise him with breakfast.

“Is that eggs and bacon I smell?” Abby loudly ran into the kitchen.

“Shhh, we don’t wanna wake your brother, do we?”

“Oh right,” She whispered. “Is that eggs and bacon I smell?” She said much quieter that time.

“Yeah, thought I’d surprise Mike,” Y/n said, laughing a little to himself.

“And why is that?” Y/n jumped a little when he heard Mike’s voice. He turned to see Mike still in his security outfit with messy hair and a crooked smile on his face.

“Well you certainly surprised me when I woke up,” Y/n said. Mike blushed.

“That wasn’t- I didn’t-”

“It’s okay Mike. I liked waking up like that.” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Waking up like what?” Abby asked, looking between the two boys.

“In your brother’s arms,” Y/n said, making Mike blush again. Abby simply stuck her tongue out and faked throwing up.

“When I grow up, I’m never gonna be in love. It’s gross,” Abby said.

“You might change your mind hun,” Y/n said.

“No,” Abby stated, matter of factly, pulling a piece of paper out of who know where and began coloring with the crayons that were already spread out on the table from last nights drawing session.

Mike wandered closer to y/n, wrapping his arms around y/n and hugging him from behind. When y/n placed his hands over Mike’s, Mike hissed.

“Mike-” Y/n looked at Mike’s knuckles that were raw from the “dream” fight. “Are you okay love? What happened?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Mike murmured. Y/n got the hint that he didn’t want to talk about it but he kept it in his mind that he should ask again later.

“I liked waking up like that,” Y/n said.

“Yeah?” Mike asked, placing a kiss on y/n’s jaw.

“Yeah.”

“Well I liked falling asleep like that. Let’s do it in my bed next though. WAIT- I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!”

[sanguinedipity]

Off The Hook.

mike x vandal reader

smut (16+ only)

wc: 2.3k

mike catches you in the act and you have to spend the night with him in the security office while he tries to contact vanessa

tw: age gap, smut, language, dub-con, blowjobs, cock worship

“Hey!”

Mike shouts down the hallway, torch light bouncing off the linoleum tiles. You freeze and your spray paint can hits the floor with a guilty thud. Instinctively, your hands shoot into the air in defence one shielding your eyes from the blinding flashlight. He lowers it with a sigh, when the owner had mentioned break-ins he’d imagined someone a little bigger and meaner than the cowering girl in front of him.

“Come on man, what do you think you’re doing?” he calls out to you, trying to sound intimidating but failing to hide the lack of concern in his voice. Taking a few steps towards you with his torch now pointed towards the floor to prevent any further blinding and one hand on his radio. Without thinking you begin to back up, slowly and delicately like a startled baby deer, until your foot rolls over your deserted paint can sending you hurtling towards the checkerboard tiles. Your skull hits the ground with a sickening crack.

“Oh my god, Vanessa is gonna kill me!” are the words that rouse you from your unconscious, taking a few moments to fully open your eyes and be aware of your surroundings you realise you’re in a rundown office, six monitors stand on the desk in front of you - their light threatening to seal your eyes again for good.

“Please can you turn those things off…" you manage to whimper despite the seismic waves of pain radiating from the crown of your head. A ginormous sigh of relief escapes Mike’s lips as he makes his way to where you’re propped up against the far wall of his office.

He’d panicked when you’d hit the floor earlier and hauled you to his office, drenched in sweat and pulsing with fear he’d ran around the pizzeria in a frenzy searching for anything remotely soft or comforting. Unfortunately Freddie’s was more of rotting carcass of a place than a cosy place you’d want to nap at. Eventually he’d settled on an old burlap sack from the kitchen, rolled up neatly and tucked behind your head and his zip-up hoodie over your bare legs. Desperate to talk to someone with some kind of first aid experience he’d been whisper shouting into his radio for Vanessa’s attention without success for the better part of half an hour.

“Oh, um sorry!” he scrambles over to his desk to shut off the obnoxiously bright monitors, always eager to please. How likely are 2 vandal break-ins in one night anyway?

“Is that better? I’m sorry I don’t have any water for you to drink, I have 1 tylenol in my pocket but it’s been there for a while,” the words shoot out of his mouth before he has the chance to think them over. If he was smart he’d have zip tied you to a pipe and played the mean cop like they do in the movies. No that’s weird. Maybe he should’ve just let you do what you came here to do and leave, then he would’ve had a chance to clean the paint up before it dried, the thought of scraping the dried neon green off the wallpaper made him a little annoyed.

Mike’s now sour attitude made him want to mess with you, just a bit, before he let you go to luckily face no real consequences.

“Don’t think i’ve forgotten about what I caught you doing.” His brows furrow with pretend irritation which causes your eyes to widen like a deer in headlights. Long eyelashes batting against your flushed cheeks make him reconsider what he was doing for a second before going right back to glaring holes through your flesh.

“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t know anybody was in here I swear!” You squeak out your defence. Sir? Something stirred in Mike’s pants that he tried his best to ignore. God why did you have to be the worst criminal ever. Your tiny skirt and your doe eyes and stupidly soft skin. Nothing in Mike’s life is fair.

“Please don’t call the cops- I’ll do anything, please-“

“Why shouldn’t I? You not only trespassed but vandalised the property that I’m supposed to protect from delinquents like you.” He decided not to reveal that not even his personal law enforcement connection could be bothered to drive up here and arrest some dumb college student. Not only that but he’d be in deeper trouble than you for sleeping on the job and letting said college student get in.

“I’m not a delinquent! If anything I was doing this place a favour, at least it smells like paint now instead of rot-“

“You’re not helping your case little miss. No one in your position would be that mouthy.” Mike surprises himself with this unexpected bout of confidence and tries not to let it show on his face. Honestly, you could’ve bolted down the hall the minute you woke up and gotten off the hook so why were you still looking up at him from the floor?

“Like I said, I’d do anything to get out of this position.” Your words hang in the air like cigarette smoke, swirling around his head and intoxicating him more with each breath. Your eyes are crawling down his body now, taking in every inch of him from his perfectly messy hair and charming face to his spread legs which gives you an idea. Without a word you’re stalking towards him on all fours, stopping just in front of him to sit on your knees and stare up at him again.

It takes a lot of strength for Mike not to let his jaw hit the floor, lips pressed into a tight line seems to keep him from slobbering, never in a million years would he have expected this to happen to him at this job. You must be joking right? Just some silly practical joke, all of your friends are gonna come running in with their cameras out any minute now… right? Or was there really a pretty girl begging at his feet right now? Deciding to trust that you weren’t about to disappear into a cloud of smoke when he touched you, he caresses the side of your face so gently like you’re made of glass. His rough calloused hands hold your cheek while his thumb strokes your cheekbone tenderly.

This completely catches you off guard and you can’t help but just stare at him in a daze until he pulls your head up to lock eyes. His are chocolate brown and covered by a glossy lust-filled haze that makes your heart skip a beat. Without thinking you cover his hand on your face with your own and guide his thumb to your open mouth. Your lips wrap around the digit and your tongue circles it slowly making sure to close your eyes in performative ecstasy before releasing his thumb with a loud pop.

Mike can’t help the groan that rips its way out of his throat. Maybe it was his severe lack of intimate experience but he’d never seen something so pornographic. His dick twitches and aches inside his pants once again and this time he gives in to its demands, unzipping his mid-blue jeans and pulling them down to relieve some pressure.

Your eyes widen watching him remove his jeans, now there’s only one layer of clothing between you and where you so desperately want to taste. His cock strains against the thin grey cotton of his briefs when your palm slides up his thigh, so slow he has to stop himself from whining. Finally, your hand grasps his throbbing cock, palming it lightly to elicit a strained groan from the man standing over you. Mike’s mouth is hanging open in ecstasy while his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s trying desperately not to wake up from a dream. The desperate noises coming from Mike were all the encouragement you needed to continue, so you decided the boxers needed to go. Moving your hands from his hard cock to the waistband of his underwear made him let out a tiny whimper that he hoped you didn’t hear, but as the tight cotton and elastic were pulled down he couldn’t help but sigh with relief when his shaft felt the cool air of the security office. It was incredibly hard, embarrassingly so for the small amount of foreplay that had transpired so far which made his cheeks flush, but even in the low light of his office he could see that he wasn’t the only one.

From where you were sitting, knees tucked neatly beneath you and his cock looming just in front of your face the reality of what you were doing finally set in. Were you really about to get this guy off in a dingy, dimly lit security office inside an abandoned kid’s restaurant? Just to get yourself out of trouble? Okay maybe not just to get yourself out of trouble, you steal a glance at his face again his big brown eyes and embarrassed smile and are reminded of the arousal pooling in your underwear. Rubbing your thighs together you look up into his eyes again through your lashes and take the tip of his thick cock into your mouth. The noises that escape Mike are unintelligible at this point and feeling your soft, plump lips wrapped around him has him seeing stars. He grasps your hair gently to keep steady while you suck him slowly, taking every inch of him deep into your mouth and tracing his veins with your tongue playfully. Hearing the sweet whimpers of the man above you had you desperately rubbing your thighs together for any kind of friction and taking him as deep down your throat as you could.

“ ‘feels so good, please don’t stop.” Mike manages to groan out in between his hushed moans. You let out a moan yourself at the praise lips stretched around the thickness of his cock before taking him deep again, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The pleasure makes him jolt and he can’t help but want to hear more of your beautiful sounds.

“ ‘look so pretty with my cock in your mouth” he says, louder than last time, and grips your hair tighter guiding it up and down his shaft. The sudden change in Mike makes pleasure shoot through your core and your eyes close in bliss as he takes control of your mouth around him. You hollow out your cheeks as he begins to fuck your mouth, his hips thrust wildly and obscenities fall from his lips at the sight of you taking his thick cock so well.

“Fuck," he drawls out, your eyes never leave his as he uses your mouth and he's never felt anything so good before. Tears build in the corners of your eyes but you still bat your eyelashes at him so sweetly making his shaft twitch with arousal, he pulls out of your mouth so quickly, so close to shooting his cum straight down your throat. Before he even gets a chance to ask you where he should cum you take him into your hands once more, pumping it desperately in your first before rubbing the tip of his twitching cock against your swollen lips and your soft, flushed cheeks stained with running mascara. Mike can’t believe what he’s seeing and tries to commit your dazed, cock-drunk face to memory before his orgasm spills all over your face. Thick ropes of cum paint your cheeks and mouth and eyelids until all of the pent up arousal is drained from his cock.

“W-woah,” Mike stutters out bashfully looking over your pretty face covered in his cum, it’s possibly the hottest thing he’s ever seen and he tries not to imagine his cum covering other parts of you or his cock will be painfully hard again. Your heart races taking him in fully now, his soft brown hair is completely messed up sticking out in every direction, his eyes are blissed out and heavy-lidded and a faint red blush covers his cheekbones and freckled nose and your staring must be noticeable because he stiffens when his eyes meet yours. He’s suddenly hit with a wave of embarrassment as he hurriedly pulls up his pants and helps you to your feet, then tries to find anything to clean your face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot sometimes I didn’t even ask if that was okay, and now you’re all messy and-“ Mike trails off desperately searching for a rag and avoiding making eye contact with you at all costs.

“I think it was pretty worth it, actually.” You cut him off thoughtfully, watching him run around frantically searching even though you’d already cleaned yourself up with some tissues from his desk. Taking the time to scan over the clutter he kept there you saw a name sticker with ‘Mike’ scrawled clumsily on it, and a calming nature sounds cassette tape inside a worn-looking walkman. A small smile crept onto your face at your discoveries and your eyes fell back onto Mike who was now calmer after seeing you cleaned up.

“So, Mike, am I off the hook?” you ask with a sly smirk. Inching closer to him so you could look up into his big brown eyes again. He tries not to show his surprise at your question and clears his throat to answer.

“Well I think you’ve, er, learned your lesson and received a fair punishment.” he states awkwardly, blood threatening to rush to his face once again because of how much of an idiot he was being.

“Just, uh, try to stay out of trouble.” he finishes looking directly at the floor in shame, any prior confidence completely evaporating and his heart pounding in his ears just as it usually would when speaking to a girl.

“Yes, sir.” She replied with a grin before giving him a quick parting kiss and running down the hallway and out of the fire exit.

[luv2writesmut]

You look up at Josh Juctherson from acorns the room to see him staring back at me. I had been teasing him all night, since you were dancing with my fiends. You were danking suggestiely and this engured him because he couldn’t do anything to release the little tiny bulge in his pantalones. You are shaking your rumpy dumpy when you feel a hand on my waist, and it drags me into the men’s bathroom. You look up to see your boyfiend, Hosh Josherston, glaring down at you. He pulls his pants down and bends you over the sink, your rumpy dumpy in the air, your panties pulled to the side to reveal your gushy puss. He rougly sticks his microdick in my puss and you moan.

“Eh eh eh” 

Then you both cum.

[ahses2ahes]

Character List, Rules, Warning.

Hello, everyone, my name is Darling and I write. This is who I write for! If you wish to request someone else, feel free to.

What I Will and Will Not Write:

So I will pretty much write anything, from smut to slow burn to enemies to lovers. You tell me, dear, and I’ll write it. If I find something I won’t write, I will make it know I am uncomfortable writing it. There is no harm in asking, though, so please, ask away!

Characters I Write For:

Oscar Isaac

Shiv from PU-239(2006)

Jake Lockley from Moon Knight(2022)

Steven Grant form Moon Knight(2022)

Marc Spector from Moon Knight(2022)

I will write for the Moon Knight boys all together! I will also write for the boys or one of the boys x reader x Layla El Faouly.

Miguel O’Hara Spiderman- Across the Spider-verse (2023)

Jonathan Levy from Scenes From a Marriage(2021)

Leto Atreides from Dune(2021)

Nathan Bateman from Ex Machina(2014)

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia from Triple Frontier(2019)

Blue Jones from Sucker Punch(2011)

Poe Dameron from the Star Wars sequel trilogy(2015-2019)

Basil Stitt from Lighteningface (2016)

Mads Mikkleson

Hannibal Lector from Hannibal (2013-2015)

Dwayne from The Lost Boys(1987)

Lestat De Lioncourt from Interview With A Vampire(1994)

Louis De Pointe Du Lac from Interview With A Vampire(1994)

Armand from Interview With a Vampire(1994)

Lestat De Lioncourt from Queen of the Damned(2002)

I will write polyamory for Louis and Lestat or Louis and Armand.

Ari Levinson from The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)

Josh Hutchinson (all characters age appropriate).

Mike Schmidt from Five Nights at Freddy’s (2023)

Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games Movie Series (2012-2015)

Finnick Odair from The Hunger Games Movie Series (2012-2015)

Thank you very much, everyone, and I hope you feel comfortable enough to request!

[kazmyass]

Guess this is me telling you all i write for fnaf characters now

pls pls pls gimme a headcanon for either mike or vanessa and i will write a oneshot based off that headcanon!

[luv2writesmut]

More josh hutcherson smut

You walked into a bar and saw josh hucherson drinking coors on a stool and i immediately judged him. Coors was disgusting. Also his belley button was very dirtie. He was shirtless and when he saw you staring at him he flexed his musles for you. Thats when it hit me. “ITS JOSH HUCHERSoN!!!” i accidentally screamed. Everyone in the bar turned and looked at you. You ran into the bathroom, embarrassed. Josh came looking for you 5 minutes later, and when he saw you curled up in a bouncy ball next to the tolet, with your mascara running down your cheeks, he smiled and showed you his slimy belley button.

‘Hey baby girl’ he said as he smirked and wiggled his belley for you. He pulled down his pants and his micro penis made a tiny bulge in his undies. The sight of hosh jutcherson in nothing but his tighty wighties made you cum right then and there. Then you gave him a blow job and he came too.

[luv2writesmut]

hes so gregerous <3

[luv2writesmut]

'You've been a bag girl' josh hucherson says as he grips your buttox and slaps it hard so it giggles and you moan. 'I'm sorry daddy' you say. He pulls down your undies that are soaked already with precum and starts fingering your wet vageegee. 'You will be' he whispers madly in your ear while he grabs your swollen boobies and squeezes. Milk comes squirting out of your wiggly boobs, squirting onto joshy's pants so it looks like he came. Then he actually came and so did you.

[luv2writesmut]

“Uhhhh fasteerrrrr” i moan out as hosh jousherson pounds into you. 

“Say pliese”

“plSIease”

“Louder”

“pLApiaaisae”

“Goob girl” Then he pushes his microdick into your booty, and you moan. Then you bth cum.

[luv2writesmut]

thank you all for your love and support! one person even said they were orbiting! <3 yuo all mtoivate me to continue righting!

[luv2writesmut]

you went to sleep haurny with no one to fix it, hoping maybe you'll have another sex dream about josh hutcherson. Turns out tonight was your licky night.

You tasted josh hutcherson's spit in your mouth. You couldn't see the face you were making out with, but joshy's saliva was so familiar to you, you didn't need to see the 4 foot tall man in front of you to know it was him. He grinded his hard dick against your wet puss, but you could barely feel anything because it was so tiny. He pulled off all your clothes and stuck his dick in your puss. It gave you no sexual pleasure because it only went in 2 centimeters. However that was not the case for joshy, because he came immediately, no humping required. But then he felt bad and stuck his entire foot in your puss, and started pumping it in and out. "Yes joshy woshy YESSSSSS" you screamed in pleasure. "Call me that again" he whispered seductively in your ear. "Joshy woshy" you said obediently. He moaned and came again from his new nickname. Then you came too.

You woke up wet and satisfied.

The end

[luv2writesmut]

tnak you all soo mcuh! i now have 4 fllowings! i love you all so mcuh!!!