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Solar Return

Characters: Josh Kiszka x Fem!reader

Word count: 1,965

Warnings: Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex. Fluff. So much tooth rotting fluff.

A/N: In honor of it being the twins’ birthday, here’s a Josh birthday story, Jake’s is soon to come❤️

Josh Kiszka always claimed he didn’t care about birthdays. “Another trip around the sun,” he’d shrug with a soft smile, usually vanishing into the woods or a book of poetry for the day. But you knew better. You knew he loved being seen—really seen. So, this year, you planned a birthday he’d never forget.

It started like any other day. You let him sleep in, the morning light creeping slowly across the sheets. You curled beside him, heart pounding in anticipation, until he stirred with a soft hum. His curls were wild, cheek pressed to the pillow, and his voice was raspy when he greeted you.

“Mm… morning, love.”

“Happy solar return,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his nose.

He smiled sleepily. “Thank you, stardust.”

And that’s when it began.

“Get dressed. Something comfy. No questions.”

He blinked but obeyed, still too dreamy-eyed to argue. You packed the bag—already prepped and hidden in the closet—while he showered. A passport tucked into your bag, handwritten itinerary, crystals he always traveled with, and the little book of poems he’d been reading for weeks.

You drove him to the airport with his favorite album playing low, fingers entwined over the console. He didn’t realize what was happening until you handed him his boarding pass.

“Greece?” His eyes widened. “You’re taking me to Greece?”

You nodded, grinning like a fool. “For the sun. For the history. For you.”

Josh was speechless for once, blinking as he tried to process it. “You planned all this?”

“Months ago. Happy birthday, my love.”

The flight was filled with quiet cuddles, shared headphone moments, and Josh tracing invisible shapes on your thigh while staring out at the clouds. When you landed, the Mediterranean air kissed your skin like a warm welcome. Your first stop was a hidden villa overlooking the sea—terracotta tiles, bougainvillea-draped balconies, and a private view of the stars.

Later that night, you brought him out onto the balcony. A little dinner table set just for the two of you, candles flickering in the breeze, and a cake you had specially made waiting inside.

He looked at you, eyes glassy with emotion. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”

You cupped his face gently. “You deserve the whole world, Josh.”

He kissed you then—slow, reverent, like a thank-you prayer. The stars above glittered, and the ocean hummed below, but Josh only saw you.

The rest of the week was a dream: exploring ruins, barefoot walks through markets, naps in hammocks, long philosophical talks under the stars. And every night, he’d whisper, “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

And it was. Because it was made of love, of thought, of magic—and you.

On the second morning in Greece, Josh woke before you, something that rarely happened. You stirred when you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his breath warm against your shoulder as he whispered, “I’ve been watching the sunrise… but you’re still the prettiest thing I’ve seen all day.”

You rolled over and tucked yourself into his chest, grinning sleepily. “You’re only saying that because I took you to your dream country.”

He chuckled, brushing his fingers gently down your spine. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m saying it because it’s true.”

That day, you surprised him again—this time with a private tour of a hidden coastal monastery nestled in the cliffs. The guide led you through stone corridors and candlelit chapels while Josh listened with quiet reverence, soaking in the history, asking thoughtful questions, his hand never leaving yours.

In the courtyard, the guide handed him a sprig of fresh basil for good luck and whispered, “For poets and lovers.” Josh smiled and passed it to you.

You spent the afternoon on a small sailboat—just the two of you, a picnic, and the captain who seemed to sense the quiet intimacy between you and gave you space. Josh leaned against the railing, wind tossing his curls as he looked out across the Aegean, completely at peace.

“You know,” he said, “I always thought I was happiest onstage. But right now… I think this might be the top.”

Later that night, back at the villa, you surprised him one last time with the birthday cake you’d managed to have flown in from his favorite vegan bakery in the States. He laughed in disbelief, eyes wide as he saw it sitting on the table, surrounded by little solar-themed decorations—tiny sun candles, golden confetti, and a hand-painted card you made with watercolors and lyrics from one of his unreleased songs.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” he asked, voice cracking slightly.

You nodded. “Because I know you. And I love you. And I wanted you to feel how much.”

Josh pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped tight around your waist as he kissed you—slow, deep, and full of every unspoken word. The candles flickered beside you, casting soft shadows on the walls, and time seemed to pause in that perfect golden moment.

“I’ll never forget this,” he murmured into your hair. “Not one second of it.”

You leaned your forehead to his, smiling. “Then we did it right.”

And the stars outside shimmered in approval, because on that birthday, under the Grecian sky, love had truly become a living, breathing thing.

Later that night, after the last crumbs of cake were gone and the candles had melted down to tiny glowing pools, you led Josh into the bedroom with nothing but the flicker of moonlight guiding your way. The sea sang softly outside, wind rustling the gauzy curtains, but the world inside those walls had grown impossibly still.

He looked at you like you were the most divine thing he’d ever seen—eyes dark with wonder, lips slightly parted, body already humming with want. You slipped your dress off slowly, letting the straps fall from your shoulders, letting him watch as the fabric slid down your body and pooled at your feet.

“God, come here,” he whispered, voice low and hoarse.

You straddled him as he sat on the edge of the bed, your knees framing his thighs, your bare skin pressing to his through the loose linen pants he still wore. His hands found your hips, pulling you flush against him, his mouth crashing into yours with that mix of reverence and hunger only he could do.

His kisses were slow at first, his tongue dancing with yours as he explored your mouth like he hadn’t done it a hundred times before. He moved to your neck, sucking a mark just below your jaw, his fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and the softness of your thighs.

“You planned the most beautiful day for me,” he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and trembling. “Let me worship you for it.”

You felt him hard beneath you, the press of him growing more urgent as you rolled your hips slowly, teasing both of you. He groaned deep in his throat, tilting his head back as you rocked against him. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

You reached down, slipping your hand between your bodies to free him from his pants. He hissed through his teeth as your fingers wrapped around him, slow and teasing. You lined him up and sank down onto him in one slow, fluid motion, both of you gasping at the overwhelming heat and stretch.

Josh grabbed your hips tighter, his head falling forward against your chest as he whispered your name like a prayer. You moved together, your rhythm lazy and sensual, taking your time like there was nowhere else in the world you had to be.

“Look at me,” he murmured, lifting his head. His eyes met yours, wide and glassy and full of emotion. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

You started riding him a little harder then, your moans echoing softly through the room, each thrust deeper, slower, perfectly timed to drive you both toward that edge. Josh kept whispering—sweet things, filthy things, things he only said when he was too overwhelmed to hold them back.

“I’m so in love with you.”

“You’re everything.”

“I’m gonna come with you, baby. Just like that.”

And when your climax took you, it did so in waves—your body trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a spell. He followed right after, pulling you down tight against him as he spilled inside you with a loud, guttural moan, hips stuttering, hands cradling the back of your head like you were fragile and sacred.

You collapsed into him, still joined, your breaths mingling, bodies slick and warm under the weight of love and moonlight.

“Best birthday ever,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head.

You smiled into his chest. “It’s not over yet. We still have all night.”

And he made sure to savor every second of it.

Josh didn’t let go of you for a long time. His arms wrapped around your back, his hands moving in slow, tender circles against your spine. Your head rested on his shoulder, legs tangled with his, skin still buzzing from the aftershocks of what you’d just shared. The air was thick with the scent of salt, sex, and candle wax. Intimate. Sacred.

Eventually, he shifted beneath you, brushing your hair from your face as he looked at you with that dreamy, love-drenched expression that only came out when the world around him faded completely away.

“I could die right now and be happy,” he murmured.

You laughed softly. “Don’t say that. We have a whole week of sunrises and ruins and lazy mornings like this.”

He kissed your cheek, then your collarbone. “I know. I just mean… if time stopped right here, I’d be content. This moment is everything.”

You leaned in and kissed him again—slow, warm, your lips parting just enough to taste the soft hum in his breath. It didn’t take long for things to stir again between you. His hand slid down to your hip, fingers flexing gently as he tilted his head and kissed you deeper.

“Again?” you whispered against his lips.

He nodded, barely audible. “Always.”

Josh laid you down this time, kissing every inch of skin he could reach, from the hollow of your throat to the soft inside of your thighs. His hands were everywhere—exploring, caressing, grounding you. He moved with a quiet intensity, like he needed to feel you with every part of him to believe this was real.

He kissed the swell of your stomach, then looked up at you with a quiet grin. “You’re my favorite place to be.”

This time, when he entered you, it was even slower—almost unbearable in its sweetness. He stayed deep, his forehead resting against yours, the only sounds between you the soft rhythm of your breath and the occasional gasp as he angled his hips just right.

You whispered to each other through it all—confessions, promises, quiet gasps of each other’s names.

“I love you,” you said, over and over.

And Josh whispered it back each time, like it was the most sacred word he’d ever known.

When you came again, it wasn’t loud—it was soft, shuddering, wrapped in the safety of his embrace. He followed you seconds later, burying his face in your neck, his whole body trembling as he spilled inside you a second time.

You laid like that afterward, wrapped in sheets and moonlight, his hand resting protectively over your belly, your fingers brushing through the mess of his curls.

“You made me feel like the most important man on Earth today,” he murmured.

“You are,” you said simply.

And just before sleep claimed you both, Josh whispered into the stillness of the night:

“When we get back home, I want to talk about forever.”

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