Josh Kiszka Smut - Blog Posts

"Occupy My Mind So I Can't Speak"

Josh Kiszka x Male Reader

Warnings: M/M, degradation kink, spanking, oral (m rec), edging, denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, grinding, bondage, begging, sub Josh, bratty Josh, use of "slut" and "whore", choking (if you squint), cum eating

The stage lights shimmered as Josh strutted across the stage to the music, his energy infectious as he locked eyes with the crowd. His passion for the stage was undeniable; he belonged up there.

It all began innocently enough, with Josh's charismatic charm shining through as he interacted with the adoring fans. Blowing kisses and sharing hugs had always been a part of his act, a way to connect with the audience on a deeper level. But lately it had been different, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at something more.

The kisses were physical and seemed to linger, almost brushing the lips of the fans who reached out to him. Their cheers and screams fueled his daring behavior, emboldening him to push the boundaries further.

As he recognized a fan dressed in an outfit reminiscent of one of his own, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Josh's lips. "You're too cute," he playfully remarked. The fan's eyes widened in surprise, a blush dusting his cheeks at the unexpected attention.

"Are you single?" Josh then asked after a double take. He giggled to himself when the fans went wild and the next song began.

Despite the cheers and the pulsing music, Josh knew he was treading into dangerous territory with his playful antics. The thrill of the moment was intoxicating, though, and he paid no mind to any consequences he'd have later.

That was, until later came.

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Being the partner of a rockstar (and a particularly attractive one at that), you were used to Josh "flirting" with other people. It was part of the job, and something that didn't bother you much anymore.

However, sometimes Josh had a bit too much fun with his antics, and toed the line between "charming frontman" and "desperate whore". It was like a game to him, to see just how far he could go before you inevitably decided enough was enough and put him in his place.

And with how he'd been acting lately, you figured there was no better time to do so then now...

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"Aw, what's the matter Josh? Can't handle a little bit of suspense? Or... is it foreplay?" You teased, running your fingers down his exposed chest. He bit back a moan, his hips twitching with need.

You had tied his wrists to the headboard, keeping them above his head where he couldn't touch you, or himself. One of his silk scarves was being used as a blindfold, preventing him from knowing what you'd do next.

"C'mon, Y/N, just touch me already," Josh groaned, clearly annoyed with the teasing.

You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his exposed skin and sending a shiver down his spine. Your fingers trailed lightly along his jawline, down his neck, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.

"Patience, Josh," you purred.

With deliberate slowness, your touch roamed lower, tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

His body arched instinctively towards your touch, a silent plea for more, for the release of the tension that coiled tightly within him. But you were in control now, and Josh could one get what you gave him.

'Y'know, you've sure been running your mouth a lot lately, Joshua..." You began, dragging your fingertips closer to where he was already leaking onto his tummy, "Flirting with all those people, kissing them, showing yourself off to them... as if I'm not enough for you."

Josh opened his mouth, probably to object, but you shut him up by wrapping a hand around his cock, pulling a moan from him instead.

"Are you a slut, Joshua? I bet you think about what it'd be like to have all of their hands on you, don't you?" Each question was punctuated with a stroke of your hand, just enough to build tension, but not enough to help him reach that tipping point.

"Ah!- No, I just- Mm! I just like the attention!" He gasped out, writhing and clearly aching for more.

"So you're just an attention whore? So desperate for their eyes on you that you'll do anything... You know what that kind of attitude gets you, don't you?" You ask, letting go of his throbbing cock. The warmth of your touch replaced by the chill of the room as you reached up to free him from the headboard, leaving his wrists still bound together.

Just when you thought Josh would give in and listen, that cocky attitude returned, "No, I don't think I know..."

You sighed; it was clear that Josh still wanted to play this game.

"Turn over."

"Make me," Josh's response was petulant, stubborn, a clear indication that he was still willing to test the boundaries you had set.

Oh. So he REALLY wanted to push you.

"Fine then, if that's how you wanna be..."

You wrestled him onto his front, leaving his ass up in the air and his face buried in the pillow.

"You're getting seven swats. I better hear you count each one, or else I'll re-start. Got it?" You say, watching closely as he shuffles into a better position and nods.

The first smack always builds up anticipation. It's unexpected, and he has no idea how hard you were gonna make it. To his credit, he stayed quiet during the first three, only letting shaky numbers cross his lips.

On four, you brought your hand down on his other cheek, surprising him. He whined, arching into the touch.

"F-fuck! Four!"

"Good boy..."

Five and six were fast, one right after the other. You stroked the reddening skin for a moment, soothing it just a bit before bringing your hand down on his ass harder than before.

It was no secret that Josh was loud in bed. Hell, he's posted about it publicly before, no shame to be found. So when he moaned loud enough that you were sure the neighbors probably heard, you weren't surprised.

"Aaah! F-fuck!"

What did surprise you, was his apparent death wish.

"Are you d-done?"

Before Josh could say anything else, he was being manhandled and brought to his knees in front of you beside the bed. He squinted at the sudden change in light as you removed the blindfold, honey brown eyes meeting your own after a moment.

"I think I know a much better use for your mouth instead of talking back to me like a brat," you murmured, your voice low and commanding as you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them off your hips, along with your boxers.

Without breaking eye contact, you threaded your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly as a warning when he pulled back with a smirk. You guided his head forward, pausing only for a moment.

"If you need to pull away, tap three times, okay?" Your voice was softer now, breaking from the scene to check on him.

"Yeah, I know."

Having confirmed he was still all for this, you gave it to him just how he wanted it, making him gag as you fucked his throat.

Normally, you were careful when Josh sucked you off, not wanting to injure his throat or mess up his singing voice. This time, though, he had a month before the next show, plenty of time to get his voice back. So you went all out. Spit ran down his chin, and when he wasn't gasping and gagging, he was moaning, eyes rolling back when you'd go particularly deep.

Josh Kiszka was beautiful up on stage, there was no denying that. He was in his element in front of a crowd of cheering fans, dressed to the nines in glitz and glamor. But he was also beautiful like this, on his knees, hair a mess and teary eyed as he swallowed you down.

You felt three taps on your ankle, and you let go, watching as he pulled back and gasped in air. His voice was wrecked when he spoke, low and raspy where it usually wasn't.

"Please..." He mumbled, clearly aching to cum.

"Aw, you feeling needy, baby?" You ask, pulling him back up to the bed. You kiss his knees, red from kneeling, before trailing your kisses up his thigh to where he needed you most, "No touching, okay?"

He kept his bound hands above his head as you finally wrapped your lips around his aching length, grinning when he gasped and did his best to not thrust his hips up. As you hummed around him, savoring the taste of his skin, you could feel his impending release hovering on the edge. You traced a path down his throbbing length, teasing a vein along the side of his cock. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity, and, in a moment of weakness, Josh's fingers tangled in your hair.

But you were in control, not him. As soon as he sought to anchor you in place, you pulled away, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his reaction. Josh's body jerked in response, frustration clear on his face as he was edged once again.

"Tsk-tsk, I said no touching, Josh. You haven't been a good enough boy to earn that yet."

"Just let me fucking cum, Y/N!" He groaned, still whining like a brat.

"You really want that? You think you deserve it?" You ask, an idea popping into your head, "Fine then. Cum whenever you want."

Josh was clearly not expecting the sudden shift, but it didn't matter when you spat into your palm and began jerking him off once more. Having been denied so many times already, the sensation was almost too much to bear.

"C-close! I'm so close!" His voice was strained, a plea laced with desperation. He half-expected you to pull away again, but this time, there was no teasing retreat, no denial of his release. Instead, you maintained the steady rhythm of your hand, driving him relentlessly towards that long-awaited peak.

Josh's head fell back, and his chest heaved with each hitched breath, the flush of arousal spreading across his skin like a wildfire. His hands clenched into fists above his head, fingers flexing with the need to touch, to grasp onto something—anything—to ground himself.

"Fuck! Y/N!"

Josh spilled all over your hand and his tummy, his whole body trembling after being denied so many times. When you kept going after he was spent, Josh realized what you had meant.

"I- I can't go again..." He whined, the pleasure turning into overstimulation.

"Color?"

"Green."

"I think you've got one more in you, Josh..." You reply, pressing a kiss to his lips before climbing into his lap. He had just a moment of respite before you were rutting your cock against his, the sensation pushing you slowly closer to your own peak.

Every nerve in his body was alight, every sense heightened to the point of exquisite torture.Tears ran down his cheeks but his expression was one of pleasure, a silent plea for more, for everything you could give him.

"Y/N, don't stop! I'm so close again! I- I'm gonna cum again!" He babbled, his words melding into a mix of your name and please.

"Cum for me, Josh," you order, watching as he arches his back and lets go, his eyes rolling back into his head. The sight pushes you over the edge as well, your release mixing with his.

You both sat back to catch your breath, drenched in sweat and various other fluids. Josh was limp under you, completely worn out. You took two fingers, dragging them through the mess on his tummy before bringing them up to his lips.

"Open."

He obeyed, opening his mouth. You pressed your fingers into his mouth, grinning when he obediently sucked them clean.

"Good boy, Josh..."

He whines against your fingers, his cock giving one last valiant twitch where it lay soft against him. Once your fingers were clean, you untied his hands, kissing the red marks left on his wrists. You trailed the kisses up to his lips, pulling the covers over you both.

You'd finish cleaning up later. For now, you just wanted to take a nap with your favorite person...

~All Eyes On Me~

Josh's pre-show ritual is definitely... different.

Warnings: Exhibitionist kink, masturbation, solo Josh

All four members of Greta Van Fleet had their own pre-show rituals to help rid themselves of nerves or to get in the right mindset for the night. Jake would practice his riffs while having a smoke, Sam and Danny would hotbox their dressing rooms, and Josh would get dressed hours ahead of time.

Sometimes, though, that anxiety would still be making his stomach churn and leave him feeling full of excess energy that he needed to burn off to focus on the show. When that happened, he always turned to the quickest solution, getting off. Nothing eased his nerves like an orgasm.

His fingers trembled as he unzipped his jumpsuit that clung to him like a second skin, pulling it open just enough to pull his hardening cock out. He squirted a bit of the lotion from his makeup bag into his hand before wrapping it around himself, letting his head fall back.

"Fuck..." Josh mumbled, his breath hitching as he stroked himself from base to tip. The feeling was electric, sending shivers down his spine as his mind focused solely on the pleasure. Soon he barely noticed the sounds of distant chatter and the faint hum of equipment being set up for the show.

His fingers moved with practiced precision, the lotion slick against his heated skin. His thoughts, usually a whirlwind before a performance, now were focused entirely on reaching that peak, grounding him in the present moment.

And then...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Josh! Five minutes to stage!"

Josh was startled out of his thoughts by their manager's voice. He sighed and scrambled to fix his jumpsuit, stopping by his mirror to check his appearance one more time. There was a very obvious bulge at the front of his jumpsuit now, but it wasn't the first time it's happened and it probably wouldn't be the last.

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Performing on stage always gave Josh a rush of energy, whether it be from the adrenaline or the crowd themselves. He was lost in the music tonight, letting it move him where it pleased.

Before he realized what he was doing, Josh was subtly grinding against the mic stand. His movements were primal, instinctual, as if the music itself was guiding his body. The stage lights cast dramatic shadows across his face, highlighting the sheen of sweat on his brow. Knowing that the entire crowd could see him, that they could so easily figure out what was going on, pushed Josh closer to the finish line he was chasing.

As the song reached its crescendo, Josh's movements became more frenzied, his body a conduit for the music's intensity. As he lost himself in the rhythm of his own movements, the anticipation coiled tight in his belly, like a spring ready to snap.

And then, with a final, electrifying note, the song ended, and Josh tipped over the edge, all eyes on him. Beads of sweat glistened on Josh's brow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stood there, the epitome of raw, untamed energy. He was glad he pulled the mic back before it caught any of his moans as his cock pulsed and coated the inside if his jumpsuit.

If later that night he jerked off to the posts people were making about him so obviously getting off on stage... well, that's no one's business but his own...