Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Josh Hutcherson - Best Friends

———Y/N POV———

Ever since we were young, Josh and I have been neighbors. We became very close and ended up becoming best friends before long. We'd often go to each others houses and have dinners hosted by our parents.

We're young adults now, and we've both moved. However, we decided to remain being neighbors. We had keys to each others houses and we still had dinner together as often as possible. He knew all my secrets, and I knew all of his.

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Josh was hosting dinner tonight, as we had agreed on a few days ago. I gathered a few things and threw on some clothes before heading to his house. I went to his door and tried the handle to find it locked.

We had agreed to meet in about an hour so I assumed he just forgot to unlock it. I unlocked his door to go help him prepare dinner and wandered the seemingly empty kitchen.

"Josh?" I said as I glanced around. The lights were out and no food was being prepared.

As I walked to the living room I heard an odd sound coming from upstairs. I quietly moved up the stairs to investigate.

Walking up to Josh's bedroom door, I listened for a moment.

I was shocked to hear what sounded like moans escaping his room.

I heard him say something that resembled my name and became curious. I quietly opened his door to see him leaning back in his chair with his head back and pants down. My eyes widened and I gasped.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" He said quickly, standing up as he struggled to pull his pants up, "How long we're you there?"

"I-," I started, "just a few seconds. I'm so sorry, Josh."

"Why are you even here so early?" He asked.

"I just wanted to help cook, I just figured you had forgotten to unlock the door. I'm so sorry," I replied.

"Not exactly," he replied with an embarrassed expression.

"Can y-," he started before I cut him off, "Were you saying my name?"

His face flushed as he had forgotten that I may have heard that portion.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry," he started.

"Was this a one time thing?" I questioned him.

He silently shook his head.

"How often?" I asked quietly.

"I was going to tell you eventually," he replied.

I walked toward him slowly, before grabbing his jacket and pulling him into a kiss. His eyes widened for a second before he gave into it.

He pulled me closer to his by my waist and I felt his press against my leg slightly.

I gasped and pulled away, "Josh, do you want some help?" I asked gesturing downward.

He nodded shyly.

I gained a little confidence, pushing him back into his chair and climbing into his lap.

I kissed him again, this time more forcefully, my hands running through his hair.

"What we're you imagining, Josh?" I prodded.

"I was just thinking about seeing you between my legs on your knees," he replied.

"Oh really?" I asked.