A Josh Huterson Fanfic

Breaking Bank (by M)

I entered Hughjazz Banks Co. to withdraw some money from my bank card. The security guards opened the door for my petite 4'5 curvy high metabolism body to pass through. 

I see many people crowded around cashier desks, atm stalls, and customer service centers. I walk to one of the atm's by passing the fat ass bitches all around me. 

I was about to enter my card in the slot, before......

RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA

People creaming all of the place as gun shots were fired towards the ceiling. Smoke that is darker than my uwu eyes covered our vision. And then we heard a loud voice screaming...

GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR RN! NOBODY MOVES! ILL SHOOT UR BALLS OFF LIBERALS!!!!

A guy with a black suit and a thick mustache screamed at us with a gun in his hand. I saw a badge on his tits saying his name was Ben Shapiro from the right side. 

The security guards were shot dead with blood cuming out. Ben moved aside to reveal a guy emerging from the shadows. 

He was so skibidi so popular. I just wanted to be his sigma. 

I saw his badge, Josh Hutcherson. He wore a armani suit with a bullproof coat vest with a logo imprinted in gold. Huh, so this must be the boss. 

 That logo....it reminds me of something.....

Ben moved out of the way and made a illuminati sign with his palms. He welcomed Josh with his code name.

"Hello Mr. Whistle baby".

"Please just call me Whistle". He said with a handsome smirk that almost made me fall to my knees. 

I saw his dominating eyes scanning the room, when it landed on mine. 

His dark eyes pierced into mine and we shared prolonged eye contact. 

Ben told the guards to keep their guns pointed at the civilians heads. Fathers were held down by the black in men, mothers were held back into a corner, kids were singing skibidi and the workers were shivering their timbers. 

Ben came towards me pointing the gun towards my face,

"MOVE YOU BITCH, YOU THINK UR SO SPECIAL TO JUST WAIT HERE AND STARE INTO OUR PAPI'S EYES?"

He came into my face and was about to pull the trigger. But my daddy, my superhero, saved me. 

"Shapiro" He said, his deep husky voice silencing the room "don't you dare lay a hair on her. You will be punished if you do so." Hutcherson came forward and he wrapped his hand around the head of the gun. 

His steps, as he walked towards me, were quiet as a feather but held the power of a dark alpha male. I looked down at his neatly pointed shoes and looked back into his alluring eyes. 

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked with his smooth voice that brought the calm and serene lake in my pussy into a thrashing and violent waves like the ocean. 

My stomach had fluttered with butterflies and pigeons. 

I nodded cutely as I looked into his brown orbs and I smiled showing my perfect teeth. 

I heard Ben snickering behind and mumbling "These damn liberals" 

Hutcherson extended his hand as I placed mine in his. 

Who knew that a bank robbery would lead to me finding my soulmate?