flower power | j.m. kiszka.
title | flower power
summary/request | "Any chance I could get a Josh Kiszka fluffy smut where maybe they had a crush on each other when they were teens but they both denied it and the reader meets Josh again after he becomes famous and they confess their feelings? Then it could turn into a fluffy smut?"
warnings | this does have smut towards the end, but that's mostly all of the warnings. it's sweet smut, so no dirty dirty shit
word count | 3k
author’s note | this was sort of rushed but also not?? some of it was, but there were parts that i had written for a while, just needed to connect them. it's unedited as always, i'll eventually get around to editing my shit lmfao
enjoy this besties! i love you all sm, thank you for all that you do always :)
don't ever hesitate to send requests ! or send me songs to listen to ! i love new music :) the link to my ask is right here: [x]
The day you first met Josh was bizarre from start to finish. Not in the sense that it was all weird but almost too perfect, cliche. You were the new girl at Frankenmuth High School. The bell rung and you were hopelessly lost, the school (although small) was a fuckin’ maze to you. A student came from the main office, backpack slung over one shoulder. “You lost?”
“Um, yeah. I just moved from Detroit and I have no idea where I'm going.” You huffed out a laugh, hand running through your hair. You handed him your schedule, eyes looking over it. “Can you please help me find my homeroom?”
“Yeah, you’re with me. For most of your classes, actually.” You began to follow after him, your feet always two steps behind his. “I'll be your personal escort of the day, alright?”
“Thank you.” You breathed out, walking behind him into your first class of the day, English 10.
You were enthralled by how smart Josh was. You had learned more about him as the school year dragged on. He introduced you to the play, different clubs that the school had as well as his family. You even got to pick up the guitar due to Jake, who taught you every time you came over, which was quite a bit.
You had become inseparable from them. Anytime someone would see Josh anywhere, you would not be far behind. Every early on gig they had, you were there. You loosely became their guitar tech, handing Joshua his guitars and Sam his bass whenever he would switch to the piano. However, scheduling conflicts forced you to choose between them and your dream of medical school.
Studying pre-med at University of Michigan was an absolute dream come true. The friends you made would last a lifetime, some of them becoming engaged and married, asking you to be in their wedding. When your 25th birthday came, and you still hadn’t gotten a boyfriend or girlfriend, you decided that maybe you were destined to be all alone.
You scavenged the web, looking for concert tickets as a present to yourself. A present for your birthday, for getting through the gruelling final exams, the late night study sessions -- all of it. A name rang a familiar bell, the name sounding so familiar. It all clicked. “Holy shit.”
You tried your hardest to get pit tickets. When you had succeeded, a million things raced through your mind. Most of them were curse words. You FaceTimed as many of your friends as you could, asking them what to wear. The faster their tour date came around, the more nervous you were.
You were so endlessly proud of them, the biggest smile rose on your face anytime their music played. You had missed them, not realizing how much you did until you’d listened to the studio versions of their songs, knowing their first couple drafts of them didn’t sound nearly as good. You knew how gruelling some of those songs were to them - the riff wouldn’t cooperate the way Jake wanted it to, Josh’s voice wouldn’t harmonize with itself the way he imagined it.
But now here you were, right against the barricade, closer to Jake’s side but relatively in the middle. Your heart pounded inside your chest, batting around your ribcage. You had talked to a few of the other girls against the barricade with you, laughing with them as you really take in the impact that they’ve made in these girls' lives. Your heart swells, knowing how much they love what they do.
They came out on stage, one by one, Danny coming first. You made eye contact with Jake, who’s eyes lit up like NYC during Christmas time. Sam came out next, looking over to Jake before seeing you in the crowd. He waved wildly, goofy smile painted on his face. Last to join the stage was Joshua.
The highschooler you had known was gone. Instead, a man replaced him on stage. The way he carried himself was so full of swagger, your breath was taken away by how beautiful he looked. You had always had a little thing for Josh. You never let it go anywhere, though, out of fear of rejection. Memories of the past came rushing through your head, your body feeling faint with how powerful they were.
Jake sat next to Josh on the couch, guitar laid in his lap as he strummed a tune that was unbeknownst to you. Sam fucked around on the bass, attempting to match it with a baseline. Danny’s fingers drummed on his thighs, watching Sam’s face as he played. The rhythm section was inseparable, much like you and Josh were.
Your body was close enough to Josh’s that you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your eyes closed as Josh began to vocalize, random strings of words falling out. The more and more you listened to him, the more at ease you felt. Your heart soared out of your chest, the smile left on your face couldn’t be any wider. This was home.
But the good memories came up just as much as the bad memories did.
“It’s selfish of me to not want you to go.” Josh spoke, sadness clear in his voice.
“It’s just as selfish of me to not want you to go, too, but being able to travel and do what you love is your passion. Although it’s Jake’s dream of being a musician, you bring light and love to these people, Josh. You’re an absolute ray of sunshine, you should share your light and wisdom with as many people as you can. I’m not going to stop you from seeing the states, hell, even the other side of the world. We’re just on different paths right now. We can always visit when you’re back in town.”
“I don’t even know when that is, Y/N. We’ll be on the road for at least two years.” It made your heart heavy knowing what you had to do.
“I can wait two years to see you, Josh.” You spoke, wrapping your arms around him. “But for right now, we have to say goodbye.”
“I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“Then don’t think of it as goodbye. Think of it as a way of saying ‘see you later’ or something.” He nodded, arms tightening around you. You could feel his tears hit your shirt, causing your eyes to water.
Those two years did wonders. They had matured so much. Josh’s undercut had grown out a bit, his hair becoming more and more unruly curly.
His eyes met yours, almost faltering over the words. You smiled warmly at him, face absolutely beaming. His smile became so wide, his pearly whites almost blinded everyone in the crowd. It amazed you how beautiful he had become.
He was already beautiful, especially in high school, but now he was just so much more confident in himself, what he does, in the music he makes. It looked good on him, looked way too good on him.
The song played. The one they wrote in their garage, you sitting next to Josh on the ground. “This one’s for my best friend from high school who’s in the crowd tonight. She’s seen many versions of all the songs you’ve heard so far. This one’s called ‘Flower Power’.”
His wink towards you made your face hot. Your eyes became glossy as you watched Josh sing. Your heart filled with as much love and light as it did in that garage.
The show ended too soon in your opinion. You loved listening to them, their sound having matured over the years they had been gone. You lingered around the barricade, waiting for one of them to come up to you. Jake was the first one, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you both from side to side. “It is so good to see you. College’s really made you hotter, hasn’t it?”
“I could say the same for you guys and the tour. How’s it been?”
“You have no idea how beautiful some of the places we’ve been are. Josh will have to take you some day.” A light pink painted your cheeks. “Lord knows how long he’s had a crush on you.”
What?
“He does not have a crush on me, Jake.” He gave you that look, you know the one. The ‘yeah whatever you say dumbass’ look. “I’m serious!”
“He has a crush on you, and you have a crush on him.”
“Crush sounds so juvenile, Jake. It’s not even like that!”
“Yeah okay. Let me know when you two finally profess your love for each other.” He walked away with a wink, Josh coming from the same direction.
“Hi,” his voice was quiet, nerves rattled throughout his tone. “You look… beautiful.”
“You look good, too.”
“The boys and I were going to go to the bars to get a drink, would you like to come with us?” You nodded, walking backstage with Josh. You hugged Sam and Danny as they were dressed back in their street clothes, talking and catching up with them while Josh got redressed.
The shots you took with them went down like water. Drinking had become slightly easy for you, needing to find a way to wind down in undergrad. Fireball just tasted like Big Red, tequila and vodka tasted like water, and whiskey had always tasted like dirt to you. The boys watched as you tried to outdrink Jake, which failed. You had given up, remembering how hard they even went in high school. You could outdrink high school Jake, but not musician Jake.
“You wanna go outside and get some air?” Josh asked, slightly yelling over the music in your ear. You nodded, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair.
“I’m so proud of you.” You spoke, the cold air hitting the two of you as soon as the door opened.
“I’m proud of you too. Pre med is no joke.” Josh grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the backside of your hand. “I missed you everyday.”
“I missed you, too, Josh.” His lips looked soft. You couldn’t stop staring at them, especially as his tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Would you like to go back to my apartment? We can have a sleepover like we used to in high school.”
“I’d love to.”
Your apartment was just as he suspected it would be. Nice and neat, slight Halloween decorations lingering although Halloween had long since been over. Photos from high school had littered some of the tables, others were filled with who he presumed to be your roommate and other friends you had made during your time at UM.
“I feel bad for missing out on so much. Tour got so hectic.”
“Don’t apologize, Josh. It’s not your fault. We were both incredibly busy. I barely had any time for myself, let alone anyone else.”
“Not even a boyfriend?” Josh asked, questioning your relationship status. He was curious for himself.
“No boyfriends for me.” You had him follow you into your bedroom, handing him one of his old t-shirts. “I have a bunch of them, so don’t hesitate to take it with you.”
“You kept some of my shirts?”
“Karen gave me a bunch of them after you guys left for tour. She also visited me and brought me tons of home cooked meals. I swear, your mother thinks I’m one of her children.”
“She does it because she loves you,” you turned around, about to tell him that you knew that. He was standing super close to you, face not far apart from yours. “I love you too.”
“I love you too Josh.”
“Not as a friend.”
The silence that cut through the air wasn’t awkward. It was more comforting than anything. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your hands played with his hair, “you mean it?”
“I’ve been in love with you for years now, I can’t keep it in anymore.”
“I love you too. Not as a friend.” Years of anticipation built up between you and him. Your eyes both flickered from each other’s eyes to their lips. Leaning forward slowly, Josh met you in the middle, his lips pressing to yours lightly.
Fireworks, stars, the fucking Aurora Borealis, whatever you wanna call it - you saw it. It lit a fire inside your bones, making you ache for something you didn’t even know you were missing. His hands pulled your body closer to his, tightening on your waist. You sighed into the kiss, a sense of calm washing over you. You walked him backwards, letting him sit himself on your bed.
You sat on his lap, tracing over every inch of his chest lightly. His hand stayed placed on your thigh, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He could stare at you forever and not think of it as a waste of time. For you were his muse, the reason his songs usually contained love and happiness in them. He gazed into your eyes like there was nothing else to look at, like there was only you. “You’re so beautiful, mama. Even more than words can describe.”
Strap by strap your clothing was removed. When you were fully naked, you sat on the bed, waiting for Josh to finish. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his body. He was absolutely perfect, from the slant of his shoulders, to his hip bones, which stuck out a bit. You didn’t understand how you became so lucky to have shared such an intimate moment with someone as amazing as him, but maybe you did. It had been years in the making. You held out your hands, a small, endearing smile on your face. He gladly accepted your hands, kneeling on the bed in front of you.
With your hands still holding one another’s, your lips reconnected. It was slow and wet, which was exactly what was needed. His lips were soft against yours, his tongue gliding against your bottom lip, but soon his lips slipped from yours, travelling towards the curvature of your jaw, following down your neck. He laid you down, his hands removing themselves from yours, finding their spot on your hips.
It felt like his hands were everywhere and they pretty much were. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. He went back to kissing your lips, his tongue running along your bottom lip again. His lips lazily dragged along every inch of your body, moans and soft curses falling from your lips. They slowly made their way down to the lowest part of your stomach, your eyes rolling back into your head out of frustration. You whined, “Do something, please.”
“We’re not in any rush, mama. Just let me explore you a bit.” His knuckles were grazing the inside of your thigh as he spoke, inching ever-so-slightly towards your core. He kissed the top of your thigh, making his way towards your hip bones. He kissed the skin right above your cunt, as the knuckles on his hands grazed over your bare center. You gasped out, your hands finding their way to his hair. He smiled against your skin, teasing you as you tugged at his roots.
“Josh, please.” Your voice was hoarse with desperation.
“Of course, love.” His face pulled away from you, as his hands replaced his face. Your moans were only loud enough for the both of you to hear. His lips twitched to form a small smirk, before planting kisses on your neck. The pleasure coming from his mouth and his fingers were overwhelming, curse words left your mouth louder than the moans did. But his hands and his mouth detached from you, making you whine.
“Lemme take care of you, okay?” He spoke softly, pushing hair out of your face, and you didn’t object. You nodded, pulling Josh down on top of you. You both giggled, your lips connecting once more. Josh unwrapped the condom and slid it on, looking into her eyes afterwards. “Are you all good?”
“All good,” you whispered. He smiled at you, pressing his lips to yours as he entered you. He wrapped your legs around his waist, waiting until you had given him the okay to move again. Your bodies molded together, his hands roaming all over your body. You fit together perfectly, the last two pieces of a puzzle falling into place. It was just as slow as your kiss - hips moving in a perfect rhythm, Josh moaning into your ear as your nails raked down his back, “Agh fuck.”
You could feel it, you were both so close. Beads of sweat littered both of your faces, your hands intertwined once again. Hips rocked into each other’s, yours more rapid. His breathing was irregular, his chest rising and falling quickly, almost as quickly as yours. You were already on your way to release from before, your hips reacting before you even knew what was happening. Your high washed over you like waves from the ocean. Quickly after, Josh’s high washed over him as well, his hips still moving until he rode it out.
You laid next to each other, your hand reaching for his. Your fingers interlaced, Josh’s hand bringing yours up to his lips. His kiss was soft against your warm skin. You smiled, unlocking your fingers, turning your body towards his. The confidence within yourself grew with every touch, you didn’t mind being bare in front of him. All your cares and worries were kissed away. His fingers pushed hair from your face. “You’re honestly so fucking beautiful. In every fucking way.”
“Kinda mad it took us this long to get to this point.” He kissed your nose, bringing the covers over you. “But good luck getting rid of me now.”
“It might have taken a while, but I wouldn’t change anything for the world. Now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go..” He turned on the television, letting the sounds of late night t.v. help guide you both to sleep.
