IVE LITERALLY TALKED ABOUT HOW HE WOULD GIVE CRAZY HEAD OFF TOUR - Blog Posts

OHHHH MY GODS

Deeper, Deeper, Deeper

Josh x Male! Reader

Warnings: Deepthroat, gagging, spit mentioned, breath play, minor degradation, sub!josh, m!Sub, M/M

Josh was excited for the end of tour, since it meant he could be a little rough with his voice.

The second Josh stepped off stage at their last show, he high-tailed it back to his hotel, not bothering to get out of his stage suit or his makeup. All day he’s thought about one thing, and one thing only: Being done with tour means he can be rough with his throat again. Or, well, you can be rough with his throat again, more accurately.

Josh wouldn’t call himself a deviant, but the man had his kinks. Unfortunately, when you’re a singer, you rarely find the time to risk losing your voice for a few days so you can deepthroat your partner’s cock. It’s one of the things he always looks forward to when taking a break from tour and recording.

He slipped into his hotel room, an excited grin on his face as he saw you waiting for him on the bed. He locked the door behind him and approached you, his hips swaying slightly with each step. The sequins and rhinestones on his jumpsuit glinted under the dim light in the room.

He climbed up onto the bed and right into your lap, that grin still on his face.

“Hi there, baby,” He mumbled, his arousal already growing under his velvet suit. You kissed his cheek, then his lips, knowing exactly what he wanted as he palmed you through your pants.

“My, my,” You spoke, your voice low as you trailed your fingers up to his neck, “You seem rather eager to get my cock down your throat. You really need it that bad, Joshua?”

He inhaled sharply as you lightly squeezed his throat, his eyes flashing with excitement and desire. “Mmm, fuck… Yes I do, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all day long,” He admitted as he groped over your hardening length, feeling it throb beneath your pants.

Leaning down, he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent. He popped the button of your pants open and tugged down the zipper, lifting your hips to get them off of you. Josh’s eyes lit up as your cock sprung free, a low whistle escaping his lips, “I never get tired of seeing you like this…”

He laid back on the bed, letting his head hang off the edge. His curly brown hair hung loose, a mess after so many shows. He looked up at you from upside-down with a lust filled gaze, parting his glossy lips in invitation.

As you slowly pushed your cock past his lips, Josh’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a muffled moan around your length. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside as you slowly pushed more of your cock into his hot, wet mouth. At the same time, you reached out to palm his through his jumpsuit, a dark spot already visible on the fabric by the head of his cock. He rutted against your hand, the sequins and rhinestones of his jumpsuit catching the light.

As your cock hits the back of his throat, his nose was buried between your legs, right in your balls. He inhaled as best as he could at that angle, urging you on with a needy whimper. Despite the gagging sensation, he relaxed his throat to take you as deep as you could go, determined to swallow every inch of your cock.

You growl out a moan as an obscene bulge is visible on his throat from your cock. He whined as you traced it with your fingers, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure through your length. His hips bucked against your teasing hand, the hard ridge of his clothed erection seeking desperate friction. He tried to bob his head, taking more of your cock in and out of his mouth. Drool dripped from his lips to the plush carpet at your feet, making a mess of his face. You could only imagine what his eyeliner looked like.

One of his hands came up to fondle your balls, rolling them gently in his palm. You groan, and begin slowly face-fucking him as he hung off the bed. On a particularly rough thrust, he gagged loudly, and you pulled off for a moment, letting him gasp in a bit of air.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby… Wanna keep going?” You asked, stroking his cheek.

He looked up at you with a wild, lust crazed grin, “F-fuck yes… Just like that (Y/N)… Use my fucking throat like a cock sleeve. I can take it,” He rasped, his voice already wrecked. He opened his mouth wide, lolling his tongue out in invitation as he looked up at you with desperate, pleading eyes, urging you to continue.

You complied, and Josh took your cock deep into his throat again. Drool and tears ran down his face as he gagged and choked around your intruding cock. You fucked into his throat with careful thrusts, your balls slapping his face with every thrust forward. His own cock throbbed urgently in his jumpsuit, the wet spot growing larger as his arousal rose. He kept grinding his hips up into your hand, desperate for any friction he could get. The sound of his choked gags, your pleasured grunts, and the slap of skin against skin filled the room.

You knew you were getting close, that band of pleasure getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. You stroked Josh through his jumpsuit, wanting to get him off too. His whimpers and gags are loud, and you knew he’d need air any second. One particularly rough thrust made him moan around your cock, and you were done.

Josh gagged and choked as you buried your cock deep in his throat, your hot seed spilling down his throat. The sensation of you being so far down his throat was what pushed him over the edge, and he came undone with a muffled scream around your pulsing cock. He yanked his head back, gasping and sputtering, your softening dick slipping from his lips with a wet pop.

There’s a large dark spot on his jumpsuit, while drool, tears, and makeup run down his face as he gulps in much needed air, his chest heaving. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

His voice was absolutely wrecked, no doubt useless for the next few days. It was worth it though, Josh thought, a dazed, satisfied grin on his messy face as you coddled him.