Teen Wolf Imagines.

breakfast./ josh diaz*

* MEANS SMUT
sorry for not posting as much

The bright amber glow of the morning sunrise pulled Josh out of a deep, comfortable sleep.
Without opening his eyes, he's reaching a long arm out beside him, in search of your warm body so he can pull you close to him. But instead, he's met with a tangle of bed sheets and a cold bedside.
Confused, he lets his chocolate eyes flutter open, realizing that you're simply not there with him. He turns over to his back, soft sigh pushing past his lips. He can hear you shuffling about the kitchen down the hall, but really, he's just so comfortable in bed that he doesn't want to get up.
A lazy smirk finds its way to his face as flashbacks of the night before flickered through his brain. A night full of incredibly good, incredibly hot, sex. Probably the best sex he'd ever had.
With a soft sigh, he finally forces his exhausted body from the confines of his bed, scrunching his toes as they hit the cool floor. He saunters down the hall and into the kitchen, where he finds you, in all your glory, standing at the counter with your back facing him.
You're dressed in one of his t-shirts, which hangs about mid-thigh. He thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. "Good morning, baby girl," he finally speaks.
You slowly turn around, ears in tune with his morning voice. It sounds pretty damn sexy to you. "Good morning!" Comes your cheery reply. You turn back around, averting your focus to assembling ingredients for breakfast.
"How do you manage to look beautiful even though you just woke up?" Josh remarks, and you giggle lightly.
"I could ask you the same thing."
At that, he makes his way to you, leaning beside you against the counter. An almost wicked grin finds its way to his handsome face as an idea illuminates his mind. "So, what're you making for breakfast?" He casually inquires, eyebrow raised.
"Chocolate chip pancakes," you reply.
"That sounds good," he begins,
"Believe me, they're great."
"I'm sure they are. But, y'know...that's not what I'm hungry for."
The tone in his voice makes your head pop up, and you turn to face him. "Oh?"
He's grinning at you now, unable to keep a straight face, though that wasn't an unusual occurrence. He was always smiling, especially at you. "Yeah." He's close to you now, body trapping you from brushing away from him.
"What are you hungry for, then?" Though you already knew what his answer would be. And you didn't have a single problem with it.
He casually slides his hand along your outer right thigh, face leaning closer to yours. "I think you know," came his simple reply.
"Do I?"
"Oh yeah. I'm hungry, and you're the first course."
You instantly dropped the spatula you'd been holding, letting it clatter to the floor as you reach forward and grasp his shirt collar, pulling him close to mesh your lips together. You didn't care how cheesy he sounded. You just wanted some action.
His hands went to your hips, gently gripping them as his lean body pressed into yours. He was warm and soft, and you felt incredibly relaxed beneath his touch. You let your hands wander from his shirt and up to his soft hair, in which you tangled your fingers.
He smiled against your lips before lifting you up to set you on the counter, already moving to trail kisses down your jaw and neck, going over the lilac colored bruises he'd left on you the night before.
He buried his face in the side of your neck for a moment, breathing deep and taking in the scent he loved so much. "You smell good," came his mumble before he resumed kissing your warm skin.
He leaned back, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt, eyes questioning. You nodded silently, lifting your arms and letting him pull off the soft fabric. He was quite pleased to find that you weren't wearing a bra, and this gave him an opportunity to attend to your breasts.
You sighed softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as he worked. When his teeth gently tugged at an erect nipple, you let out a whine of surprise, chest pushing forward.
He let out a quiet laugh at your reaction, his free hand reaching up to work on your other breast. But he didn't linger there for long. Instead, he kissed his way down your stomach, kneeling down before you. An eager huff slipped past your lips as he wrapped his fingers around the band of your underwear, sliding them down your legs until they were discarded onto the floor.
He pulled you closer, giving him more access to you before he brought a hand up to your center, carefully sliding two fingers along you. He looked up at you with the raise of his brows.
"You're already wet, baby girl."
A blush heated your cheeks considerably. "Well, the sex we had last night was really hot. How could I not be wet?"
He grinned, air rushing from his nose as his shoulders shrugged. "Well, that just makes things easier for me," he spoke before bringing his head between your thighs.
You watch intently as he offers a kitten lick before going in full force, mouth attaching to you. You let out a deep sigh, hand instinctively coming up to his head as he worked.
His hands came to your thighs, holding tightly to them. You let your legs rest over his shoulders, leaning back until your naked back hit the cool kitchen wall. Josh's eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you whined, heart speeding up at the sight.
His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly, and it takes everything within you not to yelp at the top of your lungs. He can feel your body jolt beneath his touch, and you can tell he's feeling quite pleased with himself.
"Oh, fuck you," you grumble, blowing a breath through your mouth.
He pulls away slightly. "If you'd rather do that, it can be arranged," came his cocky reply.
"No," you quickly add, pushing his head back down between your legs, "just keep going."
And that he did. His mouth went back to pleasuring you, and you were quite sure you were going to pass out. Josh knew what he was doing, without a doubt. He alternated between your clit and dipping his tongue into you.
Your pulse was quickening, thudding rhythmically beneath your heated skin. You didn't bother to stop your hips from grinding into his face, and he certainly didn't seem to mind it.
He sneakily dragged his hand from your thigh, snaking it down to assist his mouth. He effortlessly slid his middle and ring finger into you, and a choked gasp tears through your chest.
Your thighs are shaking now, muscles betraying you as he curls his fingers within you, the sound of your wetness filling your ears. It's all so incredibly erotic, and you're surprised you haven't fainted from it all.
He can feel you writing above him, and it only fuels his desire to pleasure you more. He wants you to feel everything, he wants to hear his name tumbling from your lips relentlessly, just like he'd heard it the night before.
"You taste good," he mutters against you. You only groan in response.
You're tugging roughly at his hair now, though he doesn't mind, really. It only urges him to move his fingers faster and swirl his tongue more fervently. Your chest is undulating as you gasp, body trembling.
You're soaking wet now, even more than you were before, and this lets Josh's fingers slide into just the right spot. A yelp falls from your mouth, fingers clutching his hair harder.
He can feel your muscles starting to tighten around him, and he knows he's hitting the right spot. He wastes no time in roughly curling his fingers upward, and you're sure that you're seeing stars.
A fire is being ignited in your belly, a white hot flame flickering to life and dancing through your veins. "F-fuck, Josh," you desperately whimper, head lulling back.
He watches you through hazy eyes, completely satisfied that he's the one doing this to you. You're falling apart beneath him, hips rocking as your body climbs a seemingly never ending peak.
You're gasping and moaning, not bothering to silence yourself. It's just you and him, it doesn't matter anyway. Your toes are curling now, your body so painfully close to finding your release.
But all too soon, Josh is pulling his mouth away. You look up at him with wide eyes, clearly unhappy that he'd stopped. He was only smiling, rosy lips glistening with your dampness, and hair rather messy due to the number your hands had done on it.
Before you can even muster a single word, he's kissing you, open mouthed and deep. You can taste yourself on him, and it all feels so intimate. His fingers are still inside you, moving relentlessly.
"J-Josh," his name slips past your lips, almost like a prayer. He thinks it's the holiest sound he's ever heard.
"Just let go, baby girl. I've got you."
You let your head fall back, eyes falling shut as your heart hammers against your ribcage. God, you're so painfully close, and you have to fight the urge to scream.
He brings his thumb to attend to your clit, and you have to reach up to clutch his shoulders, biting down so hard against your lip that you taste the metallic tinge of blood. It feels like several volts of raw electricity are surging through you, though you can't complain.
Your muscles are so tight around his fingers, but Josh still keeps going, wanting nothing more than to pleasure you in the best way possible. With his fingers inside you, and thumb on your clit, you manage to finally reach your release.
"O-oh my god," you lowly hiss, nails digging painfully into his soft skin as you release, wetness spurting down around his hand and sliding down your thighs. You let your exhausted body collapse against his, trying desperately to catch your breath.
Josh discreetly slides his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth. He sucks your essence from his fingers with a satisfied sigh before he gently pushes you back, brown eyes searching your own.
"You were so good," he hummed, sweet smile pulling at his lips. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, bare chest pressing into his.
"Th-thank you."
He brings a hand up to the side of your face, thumb brushing over your warm cheek. His gentle smile had since turned into a cheeky grin. "That was a really yummy breakfast, baby girl," he spoke, "but I'm hungry for seconds."
You roll your eyes at his absolutely ridiculousness, smile pulling at your lips. "You're an idiot."
He shrugs. "But you love it. Admit it, you wouldn't mind if we did this every morning."
You press a kiss to his lips. "Okay, I admit it, I'd love it every morning."
"I can arrange for it to happen."
You finally manage to hop down from the counter, knees almost buckling. You let Josh catch you, face bumping into his chest in the process. "Now," you begin, reaching down to retrieve your underwear and top, "if you'll excuse me, I have breakfast to prepare."
Yet again, his face holds a cocky look. "I'm sure it won't be anywhere near as good as the breakfast I just had."