Josh Hutcherson Smut Novels & Stories

Josh got into his car and called someone to ask for Amanda's home address then he start the car and drove towards her street. He want to tell her everything about that bastard of a fiance and make her break up with him whether she likes it or not but then Amanda's pleading face appeared in front of him and he hit the brake forcefully causing the car to stop abruptly which made him hit his head on the steering. "Fuck it!" Josh cursed as he got out of the car and rest his back on it trying to stop the blood from his nose. He rested for a minute then opened the car and took a cigarette from it, lit it and start to smoke silently without making a sound.

With nothing between us, he shoots off inside me, spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum that can only lead to an even bigger mess nine months down the road. He continues to thrust until his cock softens and his body goes limp. “Shit,” he hisses, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Josh rolls off of me, then roots around the area beside our sleeping bag until he finds his T-shirt. “Turn over,” he whispers. I roll onto my back. He wipes the cum from my pussy and thighs with his shirt. It’s a nice gesture, but there’s no undoing what we’ve just done.

Incest was supposed to land you in therapy, not act as a substitute for it. Josh slowly started hiking down the hill, Eve in his arms. He didn't have a free hand for their bags, but at that point getting back to the camp seemed like the biggest priority. He could always come back for their stuff once everything was settled. "You smell like piss, bro," Eve said, smiling warmly. "You smell like sex, sis," Josh said. "I kind of like it," Eve said.

Josh Anal and his friend Raymond was spotted at the corner of a bar enjoying and there was some girls dancing at the other end. Josha and Raymond could see them vividly and they nod their head to the sound of the music. Josh put a cigarette in his mouth and light carefully with his slender hands, his hands is full of different scars, he puff out the smoke slowly and sip the alcohol in his cup. He puff in the smoke slowly and puff the smoke out carefully. Josh inhale the cigar fastly and he choked on it an let out two cough.

I stuttered. I've known Sara for a while now, since I started attending yoga. Though we don't meet outside as friends, but we've developed a somewhat cordial relationship and we talk too, which was nice. “Guilty.” She laughed. “His name’s Josh. Met him during a hiking retreat two months ago. He actually listens when I talk about yoga philosophy instead of pretending.” “Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed. “A man who listens and hikes. That’s a rare species.”

Pierce heaved a sigh and drew her closer to himself. Abel walked in at the same moment. He came with a short man, who smelled heavily and had long, dark, unkept hair. He had a piece of burger in his hand and a laptop by his side. Rosa's eyes moved from Abel to him and back to Abel again. “Who is this?” She asked. “His name is Josh. One of the greatest hackers in both human and werewolf history. He would get the job well done” He sat down close to Abel, eating the burger like it was a breath of fresh air. They all watched him silently until he was done before he turned to them, wiping his lips with the back of his palm.

“You’re not just shameless, Candice. You’re useless.” For a moment, her words hung in the air, slicing through me in ways she couldn’t even imagine. But then… I suddenly remembered what Ruby told me about the bastard. Joshua is infertile. A slow, cold laugh slipped from my lips — startling even myself. Violet froze, watching me like she didn’t understand why I wasn’t crumbling. I tilted my head, smiling without warmth. “Stop fooling yourself, Violet,” I said, my voice low and sharp.

Some dirty laundry said it was from his father, others think it's natural, though I don't know which counts hopelessly I thought of a day we would sit and talk then I will have to ask him about his powerful scent. ‘Hi, Flutta’. Josh replied. The couples reached out to us for a hug. I saw how Lucas glanced at me, so weird, I felt like trembling, I couldn't tell if my feet were wiggling this time until I felt a warmth wrap from Flutta. She had kissed Josh on the cheek before she grabbed me by arms to embrace me. She did bring me back to myself because I was lost in wandering thought about her charming boyfriend Lucas.

“I’ve grown up with you for twenty-four years, and I have never seen you smile like this before. Not even when you won that multi-billion dollar contract or bought your first Bugatti.” I shrugged. “Well, maybe I just… found something interesting.” Found something? No, it's more like someone. Someone beautiful with golden-haired, curves that could make a monk sin… Yeah, I wasn’t about to tell him that. Josh’s eyes widened again. “Wait, bro... You are smiling again!” He dropped his snack bag like it was evidence. “Nope. I must be dreaming.” He pinched his arm hard, then gasped dramatically. “Nope, still here. Still smiling. This is creepy.”

“Bethany, she barely talked to me tonight. And even if she said something, it doesn’t justify what went down. Throwing a drink on her? Kicking her out like that? That’s too much.” I felt the ground shake beneath me, the hatred rising like bile in my throat. He was feeling sorry for her. Sorry! After everything I’d done to put her in her place, to show the world she was nothing, Josh was standing there, with that lost-puppy look, betraying me with every word. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, my voice trembling now. “She’s a slut, Josh. A fake who wants everything I have, including you!”