Side blog for my Greta Van Fleet obsession | Do not follow unless 18+ | Lysander Maddeus Van Lowe | 22 | Ze/Zir/They/Them | Practicing witch | Header by edgeofgreta
Warnings: graphic sexual content, subby josh, oral sex (m rec), fingering (male rec), language, masturbation, pegging, more of my nonsense-that’s all
You wake slowly, lingering in the place between dreams and reality a little longer than you normally would.
As your eyes begin to take in the muted, purple light peeking into the room, understanding washes over you. It's early, incredibly early, and your inner clock is questioning your sanity.
That explains your confusion. Josh, warm and hard behind you, rocking himself softly into the curve of your ass, explains your interrupted rest.
"What do you think you're doing?" your whisper is laced with the sleepy smile playing on your lips.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "I was dreaming about you, and I'm just so fucking hard. Please don't be upset with me for waking you."
Josh knows better, you would never be angry with him for needing you, and he is well aware of that. The need in his tone and the 'please' reveals the real reason he's said it. He doesn't want to give it right now, he wants to take it.
"I'm not upset with you, sweetheart." Your hand reaches back to touch his face. "What were you dreaming about?"
He hesitates, but that's to be expected you've learned over time. He's always just a little shy when he's feeling this way, a bit timid and uncertain. The first time he'd circled the subject, his hands shook endearingly. "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with." He'd been in a nervous rush to clarify. "I just, sometimes...I don't know. Sometimes, I just wanna be the little spoon."
"Little spoon" had warmed you from the top of your head right down to your toes. Josh, so confident and cool under any and all circumstances normally, had trusted you enough to be vulnerable and unflinchingly honest about what he needed, and you were more than elated to give him that.
And why wouldn't he enjoy handing himself over now and then? To just feel? He so often plays a gently dominant role in life. Be it as the eldest sibling, the directorial role in his filmmaking, front man for the gigs he and his brothers occasionally play at the little clubs and bars that are sprinkled throughout town, or even with you, and your naturally submissive tendencies.
His hard-on grinds into the soft pillow of your ass with a touch more urgency as his hand reaches around to cup your breast and lightly pluck your nipple. "I love it when you sleep naked." His words spill warmly into your hair. "It's nice to be able to just reach over and touch you all night."
Your hand stretches further back to bury your fingers in his curls. "Tell me what you were dreaming about."
"Just you. It was sort of abstract. Dark colors, like I was under water. I couldn't see you, but I knew you were there. I could hear you breathing and moaning. You sounded like a song. And I could feel you touching me everywhere all at once, like you had a thousand hands."
He's found a rhythm now, and is working himself along your body while his hand strokes loving little ovals over your nipple.
"Slow down, little spoon." You breathe, proving to him that you know exactly what he wants. "We wouldn't want you to cum already, would we?"
A low groan rumbles delectably from deep within his chest. "I won't, mama. I'll be good for you."
Surprisingly, your eyes mist with tears for a moment. The trust he puts in you makes your heart flutter and race...you love him more than anyone has ever loved anyone, and no one will ever convince you otherwise.
Your cunt weeps as well, but for a very different reason. 'I'll be good for you' has you feeling positive you might spontaneously combust if so much as a cool breeze swept across your clit.
"I know you will be, Josh, and I'm gonna give you whatever you need. You know that, don't you?"
You roll over and frame his face in your hands.
He's so warm, so startlingly beautiful. "I know."
He brushes his mouth over your cheek. "You take such good care of my heart. I love you, mama, I love you so much."
"On your back, sweetheart." Your demand is issued tenderly, as they always are. You don't bother to say the those 'I love you' words back. You don’t need to, you're about to show him just how tightly he grips your heart. "Let me make you feel good. Let me do all the work."
His lips are glossed from running his tongue over them. This is a constant habit of his, but when he's as turned on as he is right now, it becomes achingly sensual. He licks and bites at them slowly, with a furrowed brow and hitching breaths. You could watch him forever.
“You're so fucking soft and angelic, Josh. So pretty...are you my sweet boy?"
"You know I am." He sighs blissfully when your body drapes over his. "You feel so nice on top of me. Tell me I’m pretty again, mama.”
"You’re my pretty boy, baby.” You brush the curls out of his eyes and then offer him a soft smile. “You’re so gentle and sweet for me, so good.”
“You want these?" Your fingers caress his cheekbones and swirl up to massage his earlobes, then drop to tap against his mouth to call his attention to them.
He moans in quiet gratitude and rocks his pelvis up to meet your center. "Will you?"
There isn't reason to ask him to illuminate you, you know just what he's asking for and you want to give it to him...badly.
"Of course I will. Don’t I always give my sweet boy what he needs? You know anything you want is yours, baby, all you have to do is ask."
Your promises are peppered with kisses over his throat. It moves involuntarily, rising up and down as he swallows his lust and fights to stay quiet.
"Let it out, Josh..." your lips graze his nipples slowly— one, and then the other, taking your time as he squirms and pants beneath your mouth. “I love to make you moan. Let me hear you, baby."
He grabs your hand in reply, his eyes flaming into yours as he sucks your middle and ring fingers, wetting them thoroughly before pulling them from his lips, guiding them down his body just enough for you to understand his intent. He doesn't want to wait any longer. "Will you, please? Now?" he repeats.
"You ready for me, sweetheart?" your mouth moves down his chest, trailing slowly lower and lower.
"Yes, fuck..." the way he sounds, so needy and deprived, but in the best way. You run the two fingers he sucked through your soaked folds, slicking them further, and then begin dropping soft, sucking kisses along the sensitive insides of his thighs.
He hisses and buries his hands in your hair, silently pleading for you to continue...and then not so silently. "Fuck yes, mama...please. More."
You nod, licking your way along until you're lapping at the base of his cock, grazing over his balls with gentle determination. You want him to ask. He calls your name so quietly, so sweetly.
"What do you need, baby? Where do want me?" you coax, whispering and licking along his balls, a little lower now. "I don't want you to beg, Josh, but tell me. Tell me what you want. You know I want to give it to you." You spill a bit more saliva over your fingers and then nudge them against that secret place, where you are the only one to have ever touched, kissed, stroked, licked, entered... "Is this what you want, baby?"
His back arches away from the sheets with a low groan and a sexy, uninhibited shudder.
"Your mouth first. Please, mama."
Hands slipping up his legs –fuck, how is his skin so soft? almost airbrushed even under the closest scrutiny– you spread him, just enough to give you the room you need, and cast your gaze up to his beautiful face. You can't see much more than angles and shadows in the darkened bedroom, but you can see enough for your stomach to drum with butterflies. He looks serene and at peace, yet there is an excitement thrilling through his body, electric on his warm flesh...and you have done this to him. It doesn't seem possible.
"I love you, Josh..." you murmur, stare still locked in on his closed eyes as you nuzzle him gently. "You'll never know how much."
His hands massage over your scalp in response, raking and lightly scratching, sending chills racing down your spine.
He breathes, low and gasping when your tongue slips, wet and tender, over him. "Oh my god, mama, yes. Thank you." It makes your heart swell and ache, his thanking you for something you feel so privileged to give. When your tongue laps over him again, another "Thank you, mama." whispers from his mouth and straight into your pulsing center.
Such a natural bottom when he wants it this way. Josh invented the 'switch', you're certain of it.
"Shh..." you soothe between slow licks. "Just breathe, baby. Just feel."
Each time you find the roles reversed this way, you're shocked all over again by how much you love it. By how much you love the control, the trust he puts in you, the vulnerability he is willing to exude with you. Most of all, you just love to take care of him this way. To watch him hand himself over to you and let everything else just fall away.
You wait until his body is writhing continuously beneath you...moans and high pitched whimpers steadily drifting out of his beautiful mouth...and then you run your fingers through the dripping need soaking out of you and onto your thighs before replacing your tongue with them, circling him with soft, teasing pressure.
"More?" you ask, lightly pressing the tip of a single finger into him...so warm...so tight.
"More." he nods. You watch his face change in blissful expectation. He's so ready. The knowledge demolishes you deliciously and you can't help but bring your free hand down to circle your clit. Just for a second, just a brief reprieve from your mounting need.
A second finger meets the first and you inch them in a little deeper, resisting the urge to plunge into him, to feel him wrapped around them, so hot— clenching and throbbing.
“Fuck, you feel so nice, Josh...so warm and soft.” your words are breathless and truthful. You love it, maybe even more than he does.
"You say that every time.” He laughs quietly, but it's so genuine and free. Even in his most vulnerable, desperate moments he is so captivating with his open, trusting soul. What have you ever done to garner the love of this incredible human being?
With an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of his swollen cock, you slide your fingers in completely, quivering from somewhere deep inside yourself when he releases a raspy moan and then chokes your name out. "Feels so good, mama, so full...fuck...yes..."
Words fall past his lips without much structure, and you can't help the tiny smile of pride that graces your lips. You have done this to him, you get to make him feel this way...only you.
Languidly tonguing along his length, you're utterly amazed by how impossibly hard he is. His pulse is actually detectable, thrumming rhythmically in your mouth as you begin to suck him slowly. He twitches and jerks as your lips descend further, almost reaching the thick base.
"That's it, mama..." his eyes are closed, and he can't be sure that you're watching him. He nods anyway. "Harder."
You know exactly how he likes to be sucked off, and you're giving it to him that way, so when he says harder, there is no confusion about what he's asking. You give it to him that way as well, pumping your fingers in and out of him with a touch more force, curling upwards to press against that hidden spot inside that unlaces him.
"God," his body bows and shakes. "Oh fuck...fuck. Again. Do it again...please...right there. Please."
"I know where it is, baby." you promise, kissing his cock between words. "You don't have to beg, I'm not gonna stop until you ask me to."
The begging does things to you that you could have never guessed. The first time you watched him bite down on his lip and whimper 'please, mama' you came so hard, and so abruptly, you wondered if the spinning in your head would ever stop. You had rained down around him, soaking his cock, his thighs and stomach, the bed beneath him, while he watched with widened eyes– sounding out tiny noises you had never heard him make before.
His fingers curl into your hair with surprising force, Josh is usually careful with you, almost to a fault. It stings and burns your scalp, but you love it. He stops just short of shoving you down, but he drives his cock in until you gag lightly around him. He moans loudly and clenches around your fingers.
"You're so fucking hard, Josh..." you gasp, pulling up off of his cock, so wet and hot. "You go ahead and put it in as deep as you want, baby. I've got you."
His eyes find yours, shadowed by the dark remnants of the night and his long, thick lashes. "I can't, mama. I'm too close."
"Come on, little spoon. Cum for me." you urge, fucking him with hard, searching curls of your fingers, drawing his length back down your throat, swallowing to squeeze around the head.
"No." he shakes off the submissive edge for a flash. "Want you to cum first."
You shake your head and release his cock from your mouth. "This is just for you. Let me take care of you, sweet boy. I want your pretty cock in my mouth, want you to cum for me. Come on, whenever you're ready."
Your mouth slides back down, tongue rippling over the veins that throb and pulse, betraying just how close he actually is. Effectively ending the argument.
Your fingers keep working in and out of him with a quick (yet still deep and gentle) pace, guiding him closer and closer.
He cries out and sucks in a hiss through his teeth, bucking upward, and then rocking back down, moving feverishly along your fingers. You can't take your eyes off this beautiful man of yours...his magnetic pull is distracting and you find yourself having to actively concentrate to keep a rhythm going.
The way he sounds, the gentlest moans and sighs, tiny whines and gasps, barely audible pleas and murmurs of gratitude...beautiful.
"I’m close..." he confesses, so quietly you have to strain to listen "So fucking close. Oh, that’s so good.” his hand darts down, clasping around your wrist to pull you flush against him...burying you into his body. "Yes...make me cum...fuck me harder. Come on, mama, fuck me. Please, please...”
Listening to him pleading to be fucked harder steals the air from your lungs.
You freeze instantly, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding in your ears, the muted, wet waves of your rapid fire pulse drowning out everything else. “You want it?”
Mistaking your question for something else, he nods feverishly, “Yeah, I want it...I wanna cum.”
“No,” you shake your head and catch his eyes, holding him still by his clenching jaw. “...do you want it?”
“Oh...” the word of realization shakes out of him on a trembling moan. “Yes, mama. Put it on and fuck me. Please.”
Your hand curls around his throat as your body lunges forward until you're rocking on top of him, forehead to forehead. "Yeah? Is that what my sweet baby boy needs?” You tease, stroking your thumb over his parted lips.
The heat of his eyes on yours legitimately makes you flush with a beautiful burn, as if his gaze is an actual source of warmth.
“Put it on and fuck me until I cum.” He breathes, sucking your thumb and writhing continuously below you. He hadn't been thinking about it until you mentioned it, that much is clear. But he’s certainly thinking about it now, and wanting it badly— that much is also clear. And (although you never would have guessed it before that first time you’d donned the strap and gave it to him) you fucking love it, and you want it too. That is clearest of all.
He parts his legs for you when you reach down, slipping your fingers back inside him while you roll your hips, dragging your now dripping wet core up and down the length of his rock hard cock, shivering when his head nudges your clit.
“That feels so good.” He whimpers, brows tilting upward with need. “I love when you’re inside me.”
You pull away, relishing the way his hands seem to search for you on their own accord as he bites down hard on his plump bottom lip. “Roll over, get comfy, and wait for mama, sweet boy.”
He does as he’s told and you lean down over his shoulder. “You stay right here and be a good boy. I’m gonna put it on, slide it inside you soft and easy and give it to you until you’re cumming all over the sheets.”
“Oh fuck...” his hands fist and twist in the sea of crisp, white linen below him as he whines. “Please.”
"Did you like that?" You tease some more, lapping your tongue along his shoulder. “Hmm? Does my pretty boy like to hear me tell him about how I’m gonna fuck him? About how I’m gonna make him cum with my cock?”
You watch, entranced, as his grip on the sheets tightens until his knuckles are white. “Again." He begs, panting out the word. “Say that again.”
Your teeth find his shoulder, offering a stinging nip. “I’m gonna make you cum with my cock, baby. Gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”
“Fuck...” he moans, grinding himself down against the mattress, desperately seeking relief for his aching, pounding dick in any capacity. “Do it, mama.” the desperation is literally radiating off of his flushed skin. “Please, I need it bad.”
Raising up on your knees, you rake your fingers through his hair, holding him down. "Harder, baby. Grind your cock on the bed for me just a little longer, you look so pretty fucking yourself against the mattress. You’re so precious when you want it this bad.”
He continues working his cock down onto the bed as you step away and dig the strap out of the bottom drawer beside the bed, reminding him gently not to cum as you fasten it on and squeeze a generous coating of lube all over the smooth black plastic.
“I’m so ready.” He breathes when you begin slipping your slick fingers over him. “Please, just do it.”
“Ask mama to fuck you, pretty baby.” You whisper, stroking your palm up and down his spine as you line yourself up. “Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me, mama. Fuck me, please.” His manners endear him to you even further in this perfect moment. “I’ll be so good for you, I’ll take it so well.”
“You’re always a good boy, Josh.” You praise softly, nudging the tip inside him. “You’re so good for me, so sweet.”
“More.” He barely makes a sound, but you hear him, and you give him what he’s asked for. Sliding in inch by inch, stretching him as he whines and babbles whispered pleas.
“Oh fuck..." the word unfurls from his lips slowly when at last you bottom out. His head is turned to the side, displaying his expression; teeth gritted, brows knit tightly together, eyes squeezed shut as if he is in pain.
“Josh?” Your tone is laced with concern. Are you hurting him?
He knows what your asking before you can utter the words. “It’s good, mama. It’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
He trails off into the gentlest, sexiest whimpers and whines you've ever heard when you begin moving, rocking in and out of him, picking up speed little by little, finding a rhythm.
A soft grunt makes your cunt weep and ache with neglect...the strap provides a pleasant bit of pressure, but nowhere near what you need to actually get off. It doesn’t matter in the least to you, this is all for him. You’re happy to give him this with nothing in return. You’d give him the world.
His hand has found its way down to his cock to stroke himself while you pound into him. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” You reach forward and give his hair a gentle tug. “I love fucking you, you sound like heaven. So pretty when you whine for mama.”
“No one could ever make me feel the way you do. I love you.” His free hand reaches back blindly and you give him your hand with a little squeeze hello.
“I love you, too, sweet boy.” Your heart feels like it could burst and melt away. “Love you so fucking much.”
“Gonna cum.” He chokes the words out and pushes back to meet your thrusts.
“Come on, sweetheart.” You urge, pulling his hair a little harder. “Cum for mama. You’ve been so, so good baby.”
“Yeah.” He nods against the pillow urgently and grips your hand with brutal force. A single cry of your name bursts out of him followed by explosive ropes of his hot, sweet cum pumping violently onto the linens and his fist.
The sound of him alone elicits a moan of lust from you, and when a quiet “Fuck, mama, thank you.” shakes out of him, you think you might never recover.
You’re suddenly desperate for his cum in your mouth. He is your favorite taste. You could enjoy him in a fine restaurant with a polished soup spoon if given the chance...but, this time you settle for reaching your fingers down to sweep through what’s on his hand, sucking it off your thumb like icing from a cake.
Too sensitive now for all the stimulation he fidgets with tiny pouty noises until you pull out of him.
He takes a moment to catch his breath and then rolls over to face you, eyes closed and fluttering as a lazy smile wisps across his lips.
When he peeks up at you at last, he looks shy and spent, cheeks flushed pink and pretty.
“That was perfect..." he ventures, watching your mouth in preference to eye contact. “You always know what I need. You make me feel so safe.”
"Hey," you wait until he looks up at you. I'll go anywhere with you, you know that, right?”
He nods and you throw him a cheeky grin. “Anywhere. You kinky fuck."
A relaxed laugh bubbles out of him and his arms are suddenly wrapped tightly around your waist, yanking the strap off you and then rolling you onto your back, making it your turn to laugh.
"You like it more than I do.” his hand cups your breast, mouth seeking your nipple with a soft, slow kiss.
“Probably.” you agree, pulling his mouth closer.
Never mind that he is now the one on top, Josh remains submissive and well behaved. "Can I make you cum now?"
He pecks your breast goodbye and begins kissing a slow trail over your cheekbone.
"I told you, sweet boy..." you sigh, tilting your head to give him access to your neck as his mouth moves downward. "This one was just about you."
"This is still about me." He argues, sounding sexy and frustrated. "I love to make you cum."
"Later, little spoon." You turn over and pull him against you, curling your body around him, legs intertwined.
Ignoring the dull ache between your thighs, your fingers dance through his hair and drift down the bridge of his nose over and over until his breathing deepens with sleep. It is only then that you decide clean up can wait. He is too warm, wearing the soft face of angel, too sweet to leave. You’ll worry about it later, you think just before you allow yourself to close your eyes and drift away with him.
Pairings: Josh Kiszka x !GN Reader. Reader is using a strap on but their sex and body parts are never mentioned
Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, pegging (kind of), MINORS DNI
Taglist: @doodle417 @theweightofstardust
When you told Josh you wanted him to ride your strap-on he had been hesitant. You told him “I want to see you ride my cock until you’re brain dumb, like all the times I’ve done to you.” You’ve used the strap before but this was different, but he agreed. And damn he is loving this more than either of you thought he would. You’ve taken control of him before but never has he acted like this. Moaning and whining and throwing his head back, you swear it almost seems like he’s even about to start drooling.
There’s something about seeing you beneath him, leaning back against the headboard still fairly composed while he’s coming undone that lights a spark within him. You have so much power over him right now. Every single time you touch him or kiss him he desperately leans into your touch and tries to chase it when you pull away. He moans and whines and begs you to touch him again. And finally, you do. You wrap your hand around his cock and pump him at the same pace as he’s riding and the moan you get is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
“A-ah! Fuck, mama!” He cries out and thrusts into your hand as he keeps riding the strap-on.
“You look like such a whore right now,” you tease him, which elicits a small moan from him in response. “Riding me so desperately, I didn’t know you wanted my cock this badly. You’re such a slut for it. You love it, huh?”
He nods and bites his lip as he whimpers. “Mhm, yes mama, fuck it feels so good.”
“Are you getting close, baby?” you ask as you speed up your hand, a prompt for him to start going faster as well, which he does. “Such a good boy.”
Your praise makes another whine escape past his pretty, parted lips as he closes his eyes and speeds up even more. Normally you would tell him off for closing his eyes but the look of ecstasy on his face stops you. He’s feeling so good, you’ll let him do what feels right.
“Mama I wanna come,” he says. He’s mumbling from the pleasure and his words slurred together so much that you almost didn’t understand him at first. “Please, mama, haven’t I been good enough?”
“Yes, baby, you have, but I wanna watch you for just a little bit longer, you’re so pretty like this.” His pace falters as he whines, the pleasure and build up almost becoming too much for him, so you thrust your hips and as the strap-on thrusts even deeper into him he moans and throws his head back and it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever fucking seen.
“Please mama oh please fuck- mama! Oh please please, mama please!” He whines and begs and his legs begin to shake as he tries his best to hold back for you but it’s becoming too much. He whimpers as tears well up in his eyes from the pleasure. “I want to come so badly, I've been a good boy, please let me.” He sounds absolutely pathetic, and it’s gorgeous.
“Alright, baby, you can come,” you say and the cry of relief he lets out will replay in your head for days. His legs shake as he comes and he whimpers and moans. You help him ride out his ecstasy and you stop once he grabs your wrist and forces you to stop.
“Thank you, mama, thank you,” he huffs, out of breath, before slumping against you and you hold him.
“What do you want now, baby? Would you like a warm bath or some water? Your legs might be sore after going so fast. You did so good for me, you were amazing,” you say before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He doesn’t answer you for a minute, instead he tries to catch his breath and clear his mind. “Just wanna lay here with you. I’m tired,” he finally answers.
“That won’t help you feel better, Josh. You lay here and rest while I draw you a bath, okay? You’ve done that so many times for me, let me do it for you.” He nods and you press another kiss to his forehead before standing up from the bed. But before you can walk away to the bathroom he grabs your wrist to stop you.
He gives you a cheeky, tired smile. “I love you.”
You smile back. “I love you, too. Now let me take care of you."
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