[one-shot] Kanjani8; Star got my heart
Fandom: Kanjani8
Title: Star got my heart
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru x Yasuda Shota
Genre: AU, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Subaru is a real!rockstar. Yasu is his groupie. Yasu is willing. Subaru takes advantage.
Notes: Okay, so I wrote this like 4 and a half months ago, and I've just realized I hadn't posted it here yet XD You can find the original post here. The prompt was chimericalyours 's, btw. ^^
Subaru closed the door of his dressing room once the entire noisy staff was gone with their plans and suggestions and last-hour worries, and had some painkillers with a glass of water. His head was throbbing and he was afraid it was going to be hard to concentrate at first. He wasn’t really nervous; he was more than used to the fangirls screaming and fainting from the first to the last row, trying hopelessly to at least brush his fingertips every time he reached out his hand to the arena. In any case, he was also sure that the warmth of his guitar would finish with any uneasy feeling while rocking at the stage.
He changed into the clothes he was going to wear at the concert while humming his latest song. A poster of the front cover of the album he had released some weeks ago shook when somebody crashed against the other side of the wall. Subaru opened the door a bit and got to see one of his stout bodyguards guiding someone with blond hair out of the private area of the hall.
It was announced there were five minutes left for the show to start. Subaru grabbed the strap of his guitar and looked fiercely at his reflection in the mirror, finally deciding to let his hair down before heading to face the crowd.
~*~*~
It was his 35th concert, the fifth one in this tour, the fourth one after the debut of Shibutani Subaru’s rock band. Yasu knew than better than anyone else, even better than Subaru himself. He’d been in every one of those events, waiting for hours to get the tickets, lining up for days at the concert halls, all around Japan. He did that just to stare at his favourite singer, always bearing with his idiotic female fans screaming all around him like bugs burning under the sunlight. He supposed he had to have some other many male fans as well, but he was definitely the number one among them. He had got all his CDs signed by every member in the band, lots of posters decorating the walls of his room, and merchandising products spread all over his place, most of them limited editions purchased for quite high prices.
After knowing the dates of his concerts, Yasu had been saving for the whole year just to pay for all the transport tickets and hotel nights he needed to follow Subaru’s band for that single month. He also knew where Subaru lived and where he hanged out, but he wasn’t a mere stalker. He had higher ambitions. He’d do anything for Subaru. He loved Subaru. And he was willing to show it to him personally.
That night, even when having that gorilla throwing him out of the private area meant that he had to remain at the back row during the first half of the concert - so he had waited for eight hours in vain -, Yasu had a feeling that, somehow, he was going to get closer to Subaru than any other fan would ever get.
~*~*~
The first half of the concert had gone smoothly. Only two girls in the public had fainted and been taken out, and the rest were as hyper as an hour and a half ago, if not more. Subaru rushed into the dressing room painting heavily, the adrenaline of the live performance still pounding non-stop in his veins. He took a bottle of water out of a small fridge and poured the content on his head, shaking it afterwards.
It was then when he noticed a little piece of paper sticking out under the leg of a chair, next to the door. Subaru crouched down to have a look at it and realized it was a letter. A fan’s letter. He wondered how it had gotten there when his staff was in strict charge of not letting things like that get into his hands. It probably slipped in under the door. Curiosity got Subaru opening it after he was left alone in the room.
There was only a photo inside. It was a guy. Subaru took it out and observed it for a couple of seconds. He could somehow recognize that person. In fact, that face was pretty familiar to him, as well as the blond dyed hair. He checked the back of the photo and found a brief handwritten note. He read it quickly. It didn’t have a name on it, and it didn’t say things like “I’m your fan number one” or “I love your songs”. It was rather like an appointment.
“I’ve followed every one of your steps, and I really want to meet you in person. Tell your guards to let me into your dressing room after the concert, please”
Subaru looked at the photo again and finally recognized him. He seemed to be a huge fan of his band. He had actually seen him in many places, and he could bet that guy had been in all his concerts. Until then he hadn’t paid much attention to him, but the truth was that he wasn’t any stranger.
If he had the guts to go and try to get into his room just to leave a note for him, that guy sure had to be worth meeting.
He gave the photo to a staff member who was next to the stage door and told him to let that person inside once everything was over. When the next part of the concert began, the second thing he did, right after strumming on his guitar, was looking in the public for those eyes that had been piercing him with so much desire for so long.
~*~*~
Yasu’s throat was sore after the final part of the concert, but he couldn’t hold back another scream as he was told he could go into the band’s dressing rooms. He glanced down at the rabid fangirls that couldn’t make it to meet their favourite stars, not feeling sorry for them whatsoever, while going up the stairs to the private area. Yes. At last, he had been chosen.
Subaru was waiting at him drinking some whisky, sitting on a sofa, his shirt half undone. When Yasu entered his dressing room, he smirked lightly and motioned him to close the door. It wasn’t the first time Subaru let a fan in after a concert, and he knew well their reactions. All the girls who got inside there always began by looking at the posters, his guitar, his clothes on their hangers and plastic covers, the ashtray overflowing with his occasional cigarette butts, his bottle of whisky… and finally they looked at him. Meanwhile, Subaru could always feel them shuddering to his gaze. They were like pilgrims arriving to their god’s shrine. They couldn’t even believe he was real.
However, Yasu’s reaction was different. He didn’t take his eyes off Subaru, walking with a firm step towards him. His body wasn’t shaking; instead, he moved as if he was floating in the air. His eyes were round and lively, and Subaru almost spilled his whisky on the table when Yasu sat down next to him and fixed those eyes on his. He quickly thought of some question to ask him and break the silence before it got more awkward.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he said, immediately finishing off his drink.
Yasu nodded, smiling. He was such a cute buy, Subaru thought, studying his features and appearance thoroughly. He was certainly the person he saw getting dumped before the concert. He wore some wore out jeans and an extremely colourful jacket that could make anyone blind in the middle of the night. From the outside, he didn’t look like a rock band groupie at all. But, in fact, he was one of the most enthusiastic ones.
“Of course,” Yasu answered, “I always enjoy watching you live. You’re so good, Shibutani-san.”
“Oh, just call me Subaru,” the singer quickly corrected him. “By the way, your name is…?”
“Yasuda Shota. But please call me Yasu.”
Subaru smiled, offering him some alcohol to drink. Yasu shook his head, and Subaru decided he had drunk enough for the moment, so he saved it for later.
“So, Yasu,” he called him. Yasu lifted his head to look at him, “you have been to all our concerts, haven’t you?”
The answer to that question was more than obvious, but Yasu seemed speechless, and, at this rate, Subaru had never had to say anything, because all the girls had ended up throwing into his arms before he could really say anything. Not all of them had been able to spend the night with him, though. They weren’t really eager to do anything for him. So, he made another silly question just to keep the conversation going.
“Yes,” Yasu said, “ever since you debuted.” He made a little pause, and his tone suddenly changed. “When I saw you for the first time, Subaru… I don’t know how to say it, but… I don’t know if it was the way your hair waved, how your eyes flashed, or the passion in your voice, but… I really thought you were hot.”
While Yasu was speaking, Subaru noticed the most appealing part of his body: his lips. As they opened and closed, the air going out between them, his teeth sometimes showing behind them and his tongue moistening them, he felt they were kind of sexy, so full and smooth-looking.
“Hot…?” he repeated after a while, now paying real attention to what he had heard. “You mean, like…”
“You turn me on,” Yasu whispered, his sexy mouth moving again, “every time I see you on the stage my whole body trembles and I can’t control it.”
After saying this, Yasu seemed to lose his temper. He sort of flushed, unzipping his jacket to cool down. Underneath, he only wore a plain white sleeveless t-shirt that exposed his shoulders and collarbones, as well as part of his chest. It was so thin his nipples showed through it. Subaru couldn’t hold it anymore and leaned to kiss him, his tongue getting into Yasu’s mouth with scarcely any resistance. His hand soon slid from Yasu’s cheek to his shoulder, and he helped his fan to take off his jacket, throwing it to the floor. Yasu helped Subaru to unbutton his shirt and strip it off, and kissed him again. They kissed several times, each kiss more lingering and demanding than the previous one. They could barely breathe, but Yasu still muttered some words.
“It’s… like this… I feel…” he let out a small moan when Subaru nibbled on his ear. “…I could do anything for you, Subaru…ah…”
Subaru had pulled off his t-shirt, and now his chest was naked. The singer slid his fingers through Yasu’s warm skin, exploring his inviting lips one more time. Yasu had goose bumps, and his head was spinning with excitement. He felt as if he was about to faint, and the only touch of Subaru’s hands made him so hard it ached already. However, he decided to give priority to Subaru’s. He kneeled down and quickly unzipped the singer’s trousers, pulling down his pants as well. Subaru’s cock arose hard and swollen, and Yasu immediately got to work.
When he felt the warmth inside Yasu’s mouth, his tongue delicately licking the tip of his cock while he took hold of it and stroked it with his right hand, Subaru yelped and threw his head back. Seeing how diligently he sucked it off, Subaru couldn’t help thinking about the many times Yasu would have imagined doing these things to him, alone in his room, in the bathtub, or even at his concerts. Thinking about that just made him harder, and then he pushed Yasu’s head with his left hand, so his cock was completely surrounded by that warmth, also thrusting a little to feel the back of his mouth, moaning without holding it back.
Yasu swallowed Subaru’s cum when he came and wiped off the liquid that trickled down the corner of his lips. After he got up, Subaru wrapped his arms around Yasu’s waist and pulled him closer, the latter groaning at the touch of their cocks. Subaru’s hands rapidly got inside Yasu’s pants and he lightly pinched his ass, gaining another whimper from those lips that had been proven as sexy as they looked.
Yasu searched in the pocket of his jeans and took out a sheath. Subaru smirked and took it from his hands, pushing Yasu against the wall immediately after pulling down his jeans. Yasu shivered at the coolness of the wall and pressed the palm of his hands and his left cheek against it, his butt sticking out in Subaru’s direction. But Subaru, despite being aware of his need to be fucked, had decided to first enjoy himself with that vision, that perfect ass, waiting impatiently for him to fill it up.
At the very moment Subaru’s fingers got inside Yasu’s hole and he saw his fan’s face frozen in a grimace, halfway through pain and pleasure, closing his eyes tightly and arching his back every time those fingers moved inside him, Subaru felt like a real star. A real star that could really evoke a storm of feelings in his admirers, able to have them begging for his touch, sucking his cock and presenting him with their warm, naked bodies… a real star that could fuck such a cute ass as Yasu’s.
Subaru shoved his cock inside it and started thrusting as hard as he could, searching for Yasu’s sweet spot with every movement. Yasu whimpered when he found it, clenching his hands into fists and hitting the wall with them. Once his hips got the rhythm, Subaru put his left arm around Yasu’s body and pulled his back closer to his chest. Yasu let out a high-pitched cry as he felt Subaru’s cock deeper, at the same time that the singer moved his right hand and closed it around Yasu’s cock, starting to stroke it slowly. It didn’t take too long for Yasu to get off with a loud moan. After this he fell down on his knees, incapable of standing up anymore. Subaru collapsed next to him, right after releasing his load for the second time.
They both laid on the floor, gasping heavily, their clothes haphazardly thrown all over the place. Subaru picked up Yasu’s jacket and put it over Yasu’s body, embracing him tightly from his back. Yasu puffed and kissed his hand; his lips were now dry because of the lack of breath, but they were still sexy.
“I knew this would bear fruit someday,” he mumbled before falling asleep.
Subaru laughed, “You crazy fans make my life worth it.”
Thanks for reading!~
Title: Star got my heart
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru x Yasuda Shota
Genre: AU, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Subaru is a real!rockstar. Yasu is his groupie. Yasu is willing. Subaru takes advantage.
Notes: Okay, so I wrote this like 4 and a half months ago, and I've just realized I hadn't posted it here yet XD You can find the original post here. The prompt was chimericalyours 's, btw. ^^
Subaru closed the door of his dressing room once the entire noisy staff was gone with their plans and suggestions and last-hour worries, and had some painkillers with a glass of water. His head was throbbing and he was afraid it was going to be hard to concentrate at first. He wasn’t really nervous; he was more than used to the fangirls screaming and fainting from the first to the last row, trying hopelessly to at least brush his fingertips every time he reached out his hand to the arena. In any case, he was also sure that the warmth of his guitar would finish with any uneasy feeling while rocking at the stage.
He changed into the clothes he was going to wear at the concert while humming his latest song. A poster of the front cover of the album he had released some weeks ago shook when somebody crashed against the other side of the wall. Subaru opened the door a bit and got to see one of his stout bodyguards guiding someone with blond hair out of the private area of the hall.
It was announced there were five minutes left for the show to start. Subaru grabbed the strap of his guitar and looked fiercely at his reflection in the mirror, finally deciding to let his hair down before heading to face the crowd.
~*~*~
It was his 35th concert, the fifth one in this tour, the fourth one after the debut of Shibutani Subaru’s rock band. Yasu knew than better than anyone else, even better than Subaru himself. He’d been in every one of those events, waiting for hours to get the tickets, lining up for days at the concert halls, all around Japan. He did that just to stare at his favourite singer, always bearing with his idiotic female fans screaming all around him like bugs burning under the sunlight. He supposed he had to have some other many male fans as well, but he was definitely the number one among them. He had got all his CDs signed by every member in the band, lots of posters decorating the walls of his room, and merchandising products spread all over his place, most of them limited editions purchased for quite high prices.
After knowing the dates of his concerts, Yasu had been saving for the whole year just to pay for all the transport tickets and hotel nights he needed to follow Subaru’s band for that single month. He also knew where Subaru lived and where he hanged out, but he wasn’t a mere stalker. He had higher ambitions. He’d do anything for Subaru. He loved Subaru. And he was willing to show it to him personally.
That night, even when having that gorilla throwing him out of the private area meant that he had to remain at the back row during the first half of the concert - so he had waited for eight hours in vain -, Yasu had a feeling that, somehow, he was going to get closer to Subaru than any other fan would ever get.
~*~*~
The first half of the concert had gone smoothly. Only two girls in the public had fainted and been taken out, and the rest were as hyper as an hour and a half ago, if not more. Subaru rushed into the dressing room painting heavily, the adrenaline of the live performance still pounding non-stop in his veins. He took a bottle of water out of a small fridge and poured the content on his head, shaking it afterwards.
It was then when he noticed a little piece of paper sticking out under the leg of a chair, next to the door. Subaru crouched down to have a look at it and realized it was a letter. A fan’s letter. He wondered how it had gotten there when his staff was in strict charge of not letting things like that get into his hands. It probably slipped in under the door. Curiosity got Subaru opening it after he was left alone in the room.
There was only a photo inside. It was a guy. Subaru took it out and observed it for a couple of seconds. He could somehow recognize that person. In fact, that face was pretty familiar to him, as well as the blond dyed hair. He checked the back of the photo and found a brief handwritten note. He read it quickly. It didn’t have a name on it, and it didn’t say things like “I’m your fan number one” or “I love your songs”. It was rather like an appointment.
“I’ve followed every one of your steps, and I really want to meet you in person. Tell your guards to let me into your dressing room after the concert, please”
Subaru looked at the photo again and finally recognized him. He seemed to be a huge fan of his band. He had actually seen him in many places, and he could bet that guy had been in all his concerts. Until then he hadn’t paid much attention to him, but the truth was that he wasn’t any stranger.
If he had the guts to go and try to get into his room just to leave a note for him, that guy sure had to be worth meeting.
He gave the photo to a staff member who was next to the stage door and told him to let that person inside once everything was over. When the next part of the concert began, the second thing he did, right after strumming on his guitar, was looking in the public for those eyes that had been piercing him with so much desire for so long.
~*~*~
Yasu’s throat was sore after the final part of the concert, but he couldn’t hold back another scream as he was told he could go into the band’s dressing rooms. He glanced down at the rabid fangirls that couldn’t make it to meet their favourite stars, not feeling sorry for them whatsoever, while going up the stairs to the private area. Yes. At last, he had been chosen.
Subaru was waiting at him drinking some whisky, sitting on a sofa, his shirt half undone. When Yasu entered his dressing room, he smirked lightly and motioned him to close the door. It wasn’t the first time Subaru let a fan in after a concert, and he knew well their reactions. All the girls who got inside there always began by looking at the posters, his guitar, his clothes on their hangers and plastic covers, the ashtray overflowing with his occasional cigarette butts, his bottle of whisky… and finally they looked at him. Meanwhile, Subaru could always feel them shuddering to his gaze. They were like pilgrims arriving to their god’s shrine. They couldn’t even believe he was real.
However, Yasu’s reaction was different. He didn’t take his eyes off Subaru, walking with a firm step towards him. His body wasn’t shaking; instead, he moved as if he was floating in the air. His eyes were round and lively, and Subaru almost spilled his whisky on the table when Yasu sat down next to him and fixed those eyes on his. He quickly thought of some question to ask him and break the silence before it got more awkward.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he said, immediately finishing off his drink.
Yasu nodded, smiling. He was such a cute buy, Subaru thought, studying his features and appearance thoroughly. He was certainly the person he saw getting dumped before the concert. He wore some wore out jeans and an extremely colourful jacket that could make anyone blind in the middle of the night. From the outside, he didn’t look like a rock band groupie at all. But, in fact, he was one of the most enthusiastic ones.
“Of course,” Yasu answered, “I always enjoy watching you live. You’re so good, Shibutani-san.”
“Oh, just call me Subaru,” the singer quickly corrected him. “By the way, your name is…?”
“Yasuda Shota. But please call me Yasu.”
Subaru smiled, offering him some alcohol to drink. Yasu shook his head, and Subaru decided he had drunk enough for the moment, so he saved it for later.
“So, Yasu,” he called him. Yasu lifted his head to look at him, “you have been to all our concerts, haven’t you?”
The answer to that question was more than obvious, but Yasu seemed speechless, and, at this rate, Subaru had never had to say anything, because all the girls had ended up throwing into his arms before he could really say anything. Not all of them had been able to spend the night with him, though. They weren’t really eager to do anything for him. So, he made another silly question just to keep the conversation going.
“Yes,” Yasu said, “ever since you debuted.” He made a little pause, and his tone suddenly changed. “When I saw you for the first time, Subaru… I don’t know how to say it, but… I don’t know if it was the way your hair waved, how your eyes flashed, or the passion in your voice, but… I really thought you were hot.”
While Yasu was speaking, Subaru noticed the most appealing part of his body: his lips. As they opened and closed, the air going out between them, his teeth sometimes showing behind them and his tongue moistening them, he felt they were kind of sexy, so full and smooth-looking.
“Hot…?” he repeated after a while, now paying real attention to what he had heard. “You mean, like…”
“You turn me on,” Yasu whispered, his sexy mouth moving again, “every time I see you on the stage my whole body trembles and I can’t control it.”
After saying this, Yasu seemed to lose his temper. He sort of flushed, unzipping his jacket to cool down. Underneath, he only wore a plain white sleeveless t-shirt that exposed his shoulders and collarbones, as well as part of his chest. It was so thin his nipples showed through it. Subaru couldn’t hold it anymore and leaned to kiss him, his tongue getting into Yasu’s mouth with scarcely any resistance. His hand soon slid from Yasu’s cheek to his shoulder, and he helped his fan to take off his jacket, throwing it to the floor. Yasu helped Subaru to unbutton his shirt and strip it off, and kissed him again. They kissed several times, each kiss more lingering and demanding than the previous one. They could barely breathe, but Yasu still muttered some words.
“It’s… like this… I feel…” he let out a small moan when Subaru nibbled on his ear. “…I could do anything for you, Subaru…ah…”
Subaru had pulled off his t-shirt, and now his chest was naked. The singer slid his fingers through Yasu’s warm skin, exploring his inviting lips one more time. Yasu had goose bumps, and his head was spinning with excitement. He felt as if he was about to faint, and the only touch of Subaru’s hands made him so hard it ached already. However, he decided to give priority to Subaru’s. He kneeled down and quickly unzipped the singer’s trousers, pulling down his pants as well. Subaru’s cock arose hard and swollen, and Yasu immediately got to work.
When he felt the warmth inside Yasu’s mouth, his tongue delicately licking the tip of his cock while he took hold of it and stroked it with his right hand, Subaru yelped and threw his head back. Seeing how diligently he sucked it off, Subaru couldn’t help thinking about the many times Yasu would have imagined doing these things to him, alone in his room, in the bathtub, or even at his concerts. Thinking about that just made him harder, and then he pushed Yasu’s head with his left hand, so his cock was completely surrounded by that warmth, also thrusting a little to feel the back of his mouth, moaning without holding it back.
Yasu swallowed Subaru’s cum when he came and wiped off the liquid that trickled down the corner of his lips. After he got up, Subaru wrapped his arms around Yasu’s waist and pulled him closer, the latter groaning at the touch of their cocks. Subaru’s hands rapidly got inside Yasu’s pants and he lightly pinched his ass, gaining another whimper from those lips that had been proven as sexy as they looked.
Yasu searched in the pocket of his jeans and took out a sheath. Subaru smirked and took it from his hands, pushing Yasu against the wall immediately after pulling down his jeans. Yasu shivered at the coolness of the wall and pressed the palm of his hands and his left cheek against it, his butt sticking out in Subaru’s direction. But Subaru, despite being aware of his need to be fucked, had decided to first enjoy himself with that vision, that perfect ass, waiting impatiently for him to fill it up.
At the very moment Subaru’s fingers got inside Yasu’s hole and he saw his fan’s face frozen in a grimace, halfway through pain and pleasure, closing his eyes tightly and arching his back every time those fingers moved inside him, Subaru felt like a real star. A real star that could really evoke a storm of feelings in his admirers, able to have them begging for his touch, sucking his cock and presenting him with their warm, naked bodies… a real star that could fuck such a cute ass as Yasu’s.
Subaru shoved his cock inside it and started thrusting as hard as he could, searching for Yasu’s sweet spot with every movement. Yasu whimpered when he found it, clenching his hands into fists and hitting the wall with them. Once his hips got the rhythm, Subaru put his left arm around Yasu’s body and pulled his back closer to his chest. Yasu let out a high-pitched cry as he felt Subaru’s cock deeper, at the same time that the singer moved his right hand and closed it around Yasu’s cock, starting to stroke it slowly. It didn’t take too long for Yasu to get off with a loud moan. After this he fell down on his knees, incapable of standing up anymore. Subaru collapsed next to him, right after releasing his load for the second time.
They both laid on the floor, gasping heavily, their clothes haphazardly thrown all over the place. Subaru picked up Yasu’s jacket and put it over Yasu’s body, embracing him tightly from his back. Yasu puffed and kissed his hand; his lips were now dry because of the lack of breath, but they were still sexy.
“I knew this would bear fruit someday,” he mumbled before falling asleep.
Subaru laughed, “You crazy fans make my life worth it.”
Thanks for reading!~