𐙚 — Roomate nerd!Choso’s SICK of you and your boyfriend ! 💽
“S-Suguru—!”
“Shhhh baby. Don’t wanna wake your roommate up do we?”
“M’sorry- it’s too much!”
“Stop running from me and take it like I know you can-“
This was wrong, very wrong on so many levels. Choso should be asleep, and he was on his way, he promises! He just got up to get some water from the fridge and a brownie! Except as he walked past your door, you let out the most beautifulest sound he’s ever heard a day in his life. It stopped him in his tracks, because maybe he heard wrong, and it was all in his tired head.
“Thaaat’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
Huh? Choso frowns, his feet taking him closer to the door- the cracked door- the door that wasn’t fully shut! This is wrong, this is very wrong and I should go to sleep. Choso wanted to ignore his urges, but his body was just too curious.
The peek into your door sent a shiver down his spine, allll the way to his cock. The image in front of him way better that his imagination. Your room was dark except for the moonlight that shined through your blinds right onto your face. Your flushed face littered with tear stains. Your lips swollen, brows furrowed while your legs were held up to your chest- your nipples pierced (which shocked Choso so much he had to cover his mouth to avoid getting caught). And lower…
Lower he saw just how wet your pussy was, stretched while it swallowed every inch of your boyfriend’s cock. Choso watched the man pull out, your slick dripping from his cock- slapping his pierced tip (Another shocked gasp from Choso) on your swollen clit before pushing the thick cock right back in. You let out another (rather loud) moan, your boyfriend whispering sweet, sweet dirty words to you.
“I’m close- harder please Sugu!”
“Close my sweet girl? Rub that pretty clit for me.”
Choso’s glasses fogged up from his hard he was breathing. His trembling hand massaging his hard cock through his Naruto pajama pants. You were so pretty, and your boyfriend was too. Choso’s heart thumped in his chest, watching your fingers messily rub your clit in circles, your eyes staring right up into your boyfriend’s. “You’re so— ahh — beautiful my Angel…. fuck, I love you.”
That seemed to push you right over the edge. Your mouth falls open, Suguru giving you one last pump before a (pretty) broken moan falls from his quivering lips. Choso wish he could see how much he buried himself into you. What he did see…was the splash from your pussy getting onto your stomach. And Choso…poor Choso quivered, biting down on his lip as he rubbed and rubbed until he felt the wet warmth through his pants. “…Fuck.”
Slowly he stepped away from your door, shaking legs going back to his own. He made sure he closed the door quietly, leaning up against it while he panted. “Fuck fuck fuck-“ he pulls down his pajamas, thick cock springing free and leaking from the tip. This time he’d properly jerk off, the thought of you and your boyfriend flooding his mind. The way you sucked him right in…the way he pumped you full- all of it. Choso’s head thumps against the door, hips stuttering into his hands.
He had just met the man today !
Now, Choso enjoyed having you as a roommate. You were really sweet and a smart girl….and he may have a little crush on you. Maybe you were a bit too sweet, not that he was complaining. Choso was grateful everytime you baked cookies or brownies for the both of you. He started putting your clothes into the dryer after they were done washing just because you started doing it. You called him cute all the time, flustering the man who’d stumble over his words.
…It was nice to have you around- something other than his studies to focus on. Someone to sit and watch tv with- and you liked anime! Though, Choso would sometimes be focused on how short your shorts would be, the print of your pussy outlined. Or the time you dropped a pair of pink panties on the floor in front of the dryer and forgot…And Choso definitely didn’t pick them up, no, he wasn’t like that.
But he did jerk off to the idea of you wearing them, despite the fact that you had a boyfriend. It wasn’t a shock to Choso when you mentioned him, he saw the way your eyes lit up and knew it was set. Choso had many doubts about himself anyways…was he even your type? Did you want a nerdy guy with glasses like him?
He held doubt until the moment your boyfriend stood on the other side of the door of your shared apartment. He stood only a bit taller than Choso. His hair dark and long, with a piercing through his brow, the side of his lip— and his tongue.
“He-Hello.” Choso stared at him in confusion, pushing his glasses up on his face, “May I help you?”
“Hey there, I’m Suguru. You’re my Angel’s roommate right?? Uhhh- fuck what was it? Choso?” Choso gawked at the man- Suguru, realizing he was your boyfriend. The boyfriend that was in a band, boyfriend? The man who stood so sweetly holding a plastic bag full of snacks in one hand, flowers in the other, and a duffle bag on his shoulder, boyfriend. And he’s hot!
“Oh…Oh! Yeah, yes that’s me. You’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” Suguru only smirked, raising a brow at the small blush that tinted Choso’s cheeks.
Choso was…shocked. You were total opposites! He was so alternative and you were so….coquette, in a way. Suguru nods as Choso lets him in the cozy looking apartment- curtesy of you who refused to have a boring apartment, “Going on two years now.”
“SUGU!” Choso watched as you ran into the man’s arms, watching as he dropped everything to pick you up. “There’s my girl.” Suguru kissed all over your face before planting a needy kiss on your lips. Choso watched the man tuck his face into your neck and inhale. “Fresh out the shower Angel?”
“Mhm!”
He closes the door quietly, nervously shuffling into the open kitchen when you notice him. “Oh- Cho! You met Suguru.”
He nods. Suguru hums, watching Choso’s face turn even redder. “Y-Yes I did! Um.. don’t let me d-disturb you guys-“
“Aw Cho you’re not disturbing us! Awwww my favorite guys together in one room, it’s so cute.” Suguru- still holding you- gives your ass a squeeze while Choso processes what you just said. “F-Favorite-“
“Choso, are you sure it’s alright for me to stay the entire spring break here?” Suguru gives him a soft smile. Oh yeah…Spring break.
“Y-Yes! I don’t mind really…make yourself at home Suguru.“
Choso had forgotten just that quickly, but Suguru made himself at home just as quick.
𐙚 — Second day of Spring Break.
The next day Choso was so flustered- so guilty about what he’d done that he tried to hide out in his room to come up with a plan to forget it ever happened. He’d asked one of his professors if there were any work he could potentially start on early, so Choso spent the entire morning working on a project due at the end of the semester.
This was good..this was really good. Choso felt confident enough to go outside of his room! His clothes hamper barely full, but he decided he’d do laundry to wipe away the evidence of his no good deeds in his Naruto pajama pants…which left him walking to the laundry room in a pair of his other Naruto themed boxer trunks.
The apartment was surprisingly quiet. Usually you’d be on the couch watching a cartoon on low volume until Choso woke up, but the couch was empty as he passed it. He opens the laundry room door and nearly screams for his dear life. Jumping back (and unfortunately dropping his clothes), Choso stares right at the tattooed chest of Suguru- your boyfriend. Standing in your shared laundry room, in his underwear and…cowboy hat socks ?
“I’m sorry-!” He rushes to pick the clothes up as Suguru chuckles.
“It’s alright. I didn’t mean to spook you Choso. I guess you’re washing too?” His hair was loose, falling down his shoulders, a soft smile on his face while he held your laundry basket. “I just finished washing Angel’s stuff. She’s sleep right now, so I’ve been finding stuff to do.”
Choso nods, opening the washer to find your comforter set.. The one from last night. Heat rose to his cheeks as he adjusted his glasses. “One sec.” Suguru opens the dryer to put your dried clothes in your basket while Choso stood by the washer holding his clothes.
Once Suguru was done he smiles at Choso before grabbing your large cover from the washer to put in the dryer. Choso also watched as a pink pair of panties fell from his hands. Were you wearing those yesterday? Did Suguru take those off of you? Choso swallows, the scene playing back into his mind. You and your boyfriend…and it was sweet, the words uttered to you- encouraging words as if Suguru wasn’t taking your breath away.
“Forgot I washed these together..” He hears Suguru mumble before picking them up from the floor and tossing them in the dryer. Choso tried not to stare..the empty washer slowly being filled with his clothes, but Suguru made it impossible sporting such a monster of a cock around out in the open (in his underwear, Choso). He gulps, “E-Excuse me..” He whispers, attempting to move past Suguru to grab his washing detergent, but Suguru hardly moved an inch. Instead the man leans down just a little to stare at Choso as if he were being studied.
He grabs the detergent, trying his best to ignore the heat of Suguru’s body.
“She was right, you do smell nice Choso.”
𐙚 — Third day of Spring Break.
Was it intentional?
Choso shudders, the thought of you that morning replaying in his mind as he fisted his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, hips fucking into his slick coated hands. He wanted to feel you, he wanted to feel what Suguru felt that night- the privilege to touch you the way Suguru touched you so freely because he could, because he was your boyfriend.
He’s walked in on you in the kitchen, hips in the air while you reached for something on the bottom shelf of the fridge. Just panties and a tank top and your slippers.
This wasn’t new to Choso, he’d seen you in your underwear plenty of times. What was new was the breathe that fanned over his ear, “Pretty view isn’t it?” Suguru hums, his hand lightly grazing Choso’s shoulder, making him jump and bump into the counter.
“I-I- I wasn’t-“ Choso was dead meat. He had plans to graduate and make enough money to start Yuji’s college fund, and your boyfriend was about to kill him.
“Hm? Oh, goodmorning guys!” You look over your shoulder at the flustered Choso who stared at your boyfriend. “Mmm I know the grapes are in here somewhere..” Your brows furrow as you search the packed fridge.
Suguru only smiles at Choso before he walks up behind you, hand on the round of your ass. Choso stares with his mouth open as Suguru’s hand fiddles with the little bows on your panties. “Need some help, Angel?”
“No no- I got it Sugu!”
“You sure baby?” His tone low and sweet, almost comforting if not for the fact that Choso could see everything- from the way Suguru fiddled with the bows, to the way his hand slides down lower to graze your clothed cunt.
His cock twitched. It was subtle, but Suguru seemed to not care that another man was watching his girlfriend nearly be fingered. Suguru glances over at him before looking down. Choso’s boner was enough to have the blushing man cover it with his hands and quietly shuffling out of the kitchen.
“Mhm…oh- there they are- Sugu move.” You huff, pulling the bag of grapes from the fridge. “Oh- Where’d Cho go?”
“To his room I think. Bend back over for me.”
Choso panted, cum painting his hand. It wasn’t enough, because while he thought of you, he thought of the way Suguru looked at him. Letting out a small groan the man takes off his glasses, tossing them on his bed while his cock sprang to life again.
𐙚 — Fourth day of Spring Break.
“He talks about him as if they’re in love or something.” Suguru huffs at the tv, “Even though Sasuke just beat his ass.”
“Toxic yaoi.” You shrug.
“They have kissed three times.” Choso looks over at the two of you. All three of you sat on the couch, with you in the middle while your head lay in Suguru’s lap and your legs on Choso’s. It was late at night when you asked if you could all watch anime together. Of course Choso said yes- picking up where you both left off of Naruto while Suguru (who’s never seen it) offered commentary.
“Be still wiggle worm.” Suguru huffs. Choso looked down at your body covered in the blanket big enough for just you. The comment making you giggle, your body shuffling again. “I’m sorry guys. I’m trying to find a comfortable position.”
It was fine. It was fine and Choso wasn’t panicking on the inside when your foot brushed up against his cock. You also had a bad habit of moving around regardless, not being able to be still for a second. Suguru’s hand rested on the base of your neck, your fingers fiddling with the strings of his pajama pants while your foot brushed up against Choso’s cock. Does she think it’s my leg?
His arms folded over his chest, breath hitching as he felt his cock twitch. For a second your foot stopped moving. It’s the end times, I’m dead I’m dead I’m dead.
But you only moved your body again, your foot resuming. Choso shudders, the anime long forgotten as he felt the precum leaking from his tip. He swallows a breath, looking at to Suguru who was already staring back.
Suguru’s hand moves from your neck to stretch his arms on the back of the couch. Choso watches as the man scoots just a bit, his legs widening, bulge standing proud as your hand palmed him. Panic flooded his mind. Choso wanted to run, the cold thought ringing in his mind-
Does Suguru know?
Suguru’s hand reaches over to tuck a stray hair behind Choso’s ear.
𐙚 — Fifth day of Spring Break.
“I’ve never done this before…” Choso’s body trembled beneath you. Sweat beaded across his forehead, his hair sprawled out on your sheets. He glanced up at you, your thighs on either side of his head while your pretty bare pussy hovered over his mouth.
“Do you want to stop Cho?” You ask for the third time that night- but Choso wanted it, all of it. “We could stop—“
“No-! Please I… K-Keep going.”
“You sure?” He couldn’t see Suguru, but he could hear Suguru. “Y-Yes.” He lets out a small whimper. You grab his nervous hands and bring them to your hips. You were so wet, and you smelled so good.
“You’re so pretty Cho.” You coo, “Wanna eat me out now pretty boy?” His cock twitches at your words, thick and agonizingly hard while he dripped upon his stomach. “Just like I showed you remember?” Suguru chimes in as he rips open the condom pack, sighing softly as he slides it onto his twitching cock.
“Yes please..”
His legs tighten around Suguru’s waist, pulling the man in closer. “Easy now..” Suguru hums, gentle hands grazing over Choso’s thighs, bite marks littering his skin. “Take a deeep breath for me Sweet Boy...”
“O-Oh my-“ His mouth falls open, eyes shutting while Suguru’s pierced tip teased his hole before slowly pushing in. And you…you tasted like heaven.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” You moan, your hips rutting against Choso’s mouth. His nails dug into the softness of your hips, his inexperienced tongue flicking against your clit as he attempted Suguru’s technique that he showed him earlier, but it was hard to concentrate with Suguru’s cock slipping deeper into his hole- slowly.
“Such a good boy, Choso.” The long haired man lets out a shaking breath. “Taking it so well for me…doing such a good job.” Suguru’s words flooded Choso’s head as you whimper. Your slick coating his chin.
Choso’s tongue drew circles around your clit, taking your pretty pearl into his mouth to suck on, “Just like that-“ His whines sent vibration through your body, Suguru letting out a smell breath once his thick cock head is finally eloped inside of Choso’s warmth.
“C-Cho-“ You gasp and he lets out a broken moan, legs tightening around Suguru as he pushed the rest of his cock in. Choso’s tongue licks at your sap, sloppily slurping your juices until you feel his tongue enter your pussy. Just like Suguru showed him….
A steady rhythm was found. Choso’s loud moans were swallowed up by your pussy while Suguru fucked him at a steady pace. The bed creaked lowly as your body leaned over to touched the headboard. “Don’t run from it Angel.” Suguru grunts, watching your legs quiver while Choso tongue fucked you.
Your slick pooling down his chin, a low whine of desperation from the man as your hips lifted just a bit. “Please don’t— f-fuck— run..”
“M’close Cho—“ You moan, gripping the headboard. This feeling better than his hand, better than his imagination of you. Tasting you felt like heaven. Choso wanted to fuck you.
Choso felt Suguru reach heights he’d never even considered touching. Kissing that pretty spot inside of him, his gummy walls welcoming to the large cock that twitched inside of him. He whines, hips desperately bucking for the man who only smirked and grabbed his cock that leaked all over his stomach.
“Feels good Sweet boy?” Suguru hums, biting down on his lip while he watches the tongue messily flick against your bud. He stroked the sensitive Kamo until he whimpered, cock hitting his walls so deep that Choso saw stars.
“Yes! Y-Yes…I-I’m close!” Suguru seemed to speed up at that, a choked whine escaping from Choso as he felt you twitch above him, his fingers digging into your hips for stability. “Yeah?” Suguru hums, the hand around Choso’s cock stroking faster.
You let out a warning whimper, Choso’s greedy moans sending sparks through you. “Sugu-“ You gasp, “He feels so good..” Your twitching thighs clench, your orgasm crashing down onto you, so hard that you trembled and trembled, yet Choso kept licking- kept sucking at your sensitive pearl. Suguru felt proud of his teaching skills.
“Gotta make sure you’re good enough for my Angel while I’m gone.” His thrusts slow down, brows furrowed as he groans, “I trust you Choso.” Suguru’s head tilts back for just a bit before landing that final thrust. Choso’s cock leaked all over the man’s hand, shuddering as he felt the warmth of Suguru’s seed through the condom.
𐙚 — Final day of Spring Break.
Choso had never slept so good a day in his life. It was noon when his eyes cracked open, staring around his room for the sight of you and Suguru.
His body ached slightly, but he felt…wonderful, cracking a soft smile as he got out of the bed. He’d been cleaned and clothed, his sheets clean and changed, his hair a mess as it fell down his shoulders. He grabs his glasses from the side table and slipped on his slippers before leaving his room.
The apartment was quiet, sun peeking through the blinds in the windows. He yawns, walking past your room which surprisingly had the door wide open. “Y/N?” Choso takes a quick peek inside. No answer. Is this what a one night stand feels like?
Not that Choso was complaining. He walks into the living room, no sign of you or Suguru. “Hm.” He goes into the open kitchen to grab a cold water bottle, cracking it open. His face warmed at the reminiscence of last night. How he made you cum, and how Suguru made him cum.
He flopped down on the couch (almost regrettably so), the ache in his thighs making his groan. Choso laid there on his stomach for a bit, the sleep wanting to consume him again before —
click.
The sound of the door unlocking made his heart race.
“Cho~” Your voice calls out for him.
“He might still be sleep baby.” Suguru’s voice alongside yours, hearing the sound of bags ruffling.
“I’m on the couch…” Choso lifts his head at the smell of food before sitting up on the couch. You perk up, holding one of the bags, “We got you something to eat, and some medicine just in case.” You walk over, kissing the top of his forehead as you hand him the hot bag.
“Th-Thank you.” He blushes, smiling softly at you. This was better than nothing. There was a small shift in the air also. He watches as Suguru wraps his arms around your body, his lips brushing up against yours as you both carried similar bags, and….flowers, like the ones Suguru brought you earlier that week. “Where else did you guys go?”
“Well, you were out cold,” Suguru yawns, sitting down next to Choso on the couch. “so we went to the mall to get a few gifts for each other.”
“Gifts?”
You sit on the other side of Choso, your food sitting in your lap as you yawn. “Mmhm, it’s our anniversary week.” Choso pauses, looking over at you before glancing at Suguru.
“Anniversary…?”
“Two years.” Suguru nods.
“W-Was I an anniversary gift?” Choso looks at you. You stare back for a bit, silent, before bursting into giggles. “No, of course not….Truth be told, I knew you liked me, but I don’t fuck other people unless Sugu’s involved.”
“So…you guys do this often?”
“Only if it’s a mutual thing.” Suguru chuckles, arm reaching around you and Choso. “Round 2?”
You look over at Choso’s flushed face, smiling softly as he looked down at his lap. “Yes please..”
rockstar!Getowho takes takes a photo of you and makes into a album cover, then subtly denies dating allegations.
rockstar!Geto who uses your voice as background vocals to his songs, think mx by Deftones.
rockstar!Geto who writes songs about the intensity of your relationship then masks them as complex metaphors to leave the song up to the interpretation for his fans.
rockstar!Geto who teachers you how to play the bass in the comfort of your shared apartment, the lights dimmed to match the comfy atmosphere.
rockstar!Geto who teases having a girlfriend to his fans just to watch them stalk his profile to find your identity.
rockstar!Geto who limits his smoking because you worry about his health despite rockstar!gojo teasing him relentlessly about his health shift.
rockstar!Geto who personally has you do his eyeliner before concerts, staring into your face like you personally hung the moon and the stars just for him.
rockstar!Geto who steals your accessories like belts, earrings and rings for any photo shoots he has, because they remind him that he's taken by you.
rockstar!Geto who gets fifty minute video compilations of him crediting you as the source of his creativity but without directly referencing you as his girlfriend.
rockstar!Geto who cherishes the guitar pick you got him, and only uses it when he feels homesick from touring for extended periods of time or any milestones in his career.
rockstar!Geto who let's you lay on his chest while the two of you act out the first fanfic you searched. it took a lot of convincing to even get him to even breathe near them.
rockstar!Geto who gets flustered whenever you kiss him goodluck, his ears turn a light shade pink a stark contrast to his standard calm demeanor.
rockstar!Geto feels relived when his fans finally figured out your identity, as now the two of you didn't have to hide or curate a different narrative.
rockstar!Geto who change's his bio to be [names]'s boyfriend.
rockstar!Geto who pouted everytime you don't tag him in pictures with him because apparently no one will know the two of you are dating despite pictures of the you plastered on his Instagram.
rockstar!Geto who loves it when you comment things like "that's my man" or "getting that tonight" on edits of him
rockstar!Geto who genuinely gets irritated anytime someone is mean or rude to you.
rockstar!Geto who shields you from paparazzi whenever they get to rowdy.
hiii, can I request a smut with rockstar!geto and his girlfriend who is also a part of his band? lots of condescension with a severe daddy kink (but like in a super loving way (?)) and squirting if you could make that work 🥹maybe the full nelson positionnnnnn
rockstar!geto x band member!girlfriend
masterlist here
plot: a fan obsessed with Suguru has you feeling jealous and less than, so he makes you feel better in the best way that he knows c/w: fingering, daddy kink, edging, unprotected sex, praise kink, squirting, subspace word count: 2.4k + a/n: tysm anon <3
The whole band had been looking forward to playing this hometown show for months, you’d been one of the most excited members. When you’d all taken the stage and started playing, you were ready for one of the best nights of your life. Your eyes meeting Suguru’s across the stage as his fingers moved along the strings of his guitar while he sang into the microphone, the weight of your bass guitar was barely noticeable as you played, so lost in the night it felt like you were floating.
That was until you spotted her in the front row. She was at nearly every show, and despite the fact that you and Suguru were together being common knowledge among the fans, she didn’t seem to care as she constantly sought him out. Every time the band would go out to meet fans at the end of a show, you and Suguru would have your hands intertwined, and she would completely ignore your presence, only fussing over Suguru. He of course, was blind to the matter, not seeing it as any other regular fan interaction and treating it as such, but you knew better.
You tried your best to ignore her, instead interacting with the fans that lined your side of the stage, focusing your attention on enjoying the show you had spent so long waiting to play. But then it happened, a bra was thrown on the stage, landing right besides Suguru’s feet. Your fingers instantly froze, throwing the entire band off and causing them to stop playing the song. You looked out to the crowd and there she was, flutter her eyes up at Suguru in the tiny top that she was now clearly not wearing a bra underneath. You swallowed thickly and clenched your jaw as you watched him laugh awkwardly into the microphone. Your eyes found Satoru’s, who was stood beside Suguru, he knew how bothered you were by this fan, and you could see the anger lining his eyes at the incident.
Satoru tried to be quick in picking up the bra and throwing it back to the fan, counting the band back in to start the song again. For the last few songs, you couldn’t help but feel sick as your stomach twisted. As soon as the last song finished, you gave a wave to the crowd and quickly walked off the stage. You watched from backstage as Suguru read that woman’s sign and gave her one of his guitar picks, she leant over the barrier to reach for it, flashing him her entire cleavage.
Your bottom lip trembled, and you stormed into your and Suguru’s shared dressing room, Satoru sending you a sympathetic glance as he watched you leave. You opened a beer, shakily trying to wipe away the streaky mascara under your eyes and to fix your make up. You heard the door swing open just as you finished off your beer, reaching for another one as you watched Suguru walk into the room through the reflection of the mirror you were sat in front of.
“Can we go home now?” You asked quietly, your hands trembling while you opened the second bottle of beer.
His head tilted to the side; strands of his hair that had fallen free of his hair tie fell in front of his face. “You don’t wanna go out and meet the fans?”
You shook your head, “Not tonight.” He licked his lips and nodded, helping you pack up everything that was thrown around the room.
Before you knew it, you were finally back at your shared home where you immediately walked to the bedroom, and sat in front of you vanity, looking at yourself through the mirror.
“What’s wrong, my love?” Suguru’s voice called after you as he followed you into the bedroom, leaning against the door frame as he watched you. You only shrugged as you brushed out the knots in your hair. “Did you not enjoy the show?”
You just shrugged again, trying to level your breathing as he walked up behind you and pushed your hair to the side, pressing kisses to your bare neck. You sighed, hating the way you instantly relaxed despite being upset.
“Satoru told me.” His voice was low as he spoke against your skin.
“Oh.” Was all you could muster, your eyes flickering down to your lap.
“My poor girl,” he pressed a longer kiss to your neck, nipping the skin with his teeth, “you know that I’m all yours, don’t you?”
You shook your head, your lips jutted out into a pout, unable to help the stray tear that fell down your cheek.
“Well, I am. Look at you, so pretty even when you cry.” He wiped the tear off your cheek with his finger, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking the tear away. “I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t think that would happen.”
You brought your lower lip between your teeth, chewing on it as you listened to his words. He tutted and pulled your lip free from your teeth, “Come on, baby. Can’t have my sweet girl hurting herself, can I?”
A shrug was all you could muster as you played with the fabric of your skirt. He peppered more kisses to your neck, sucking on the spot just below your ear that he knew you liked. You hummed and met his gaze that was already watching you through the mirror.
“Daddy’s little girl, aren’t you?”
Your eyes instantly went wide, your whole body relaxing at the words as you melted into his touch.
“Hm?” he pressed another kiss to your neck, then your cheek. He took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, moving your head so you were looking directly at him. “Aren’t you?”
You nodded, swallowing as you got lost in his eyes, the eyeliner he’d asked you to help him apply earlier that night making them really stand out.
“Yeah,” he nodded, his voice soft while he leant in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He smiled against your lips when he heard the soft whine that you released as his lips met yours.
Suguru pulled away, causing you to let out a sound of annoyance, desperate to feel his lips pressed against yours again. “Shh,” he smoothed your hair away from your face, “it’s okay.” He brushed his lips against your forehead and then lifted you into his arms. The movement took you off guard, causing you to cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Suguru sat on the seat where you’d just been, and sat you in his lap, your back to his chest so that you were both looking into the mirror.
“Look how pretty you are,” he cooed in your ear, running his hands up and down your bare arms. You shook your head, not finding yourself very pretty at the moment. Suguru frowned, his face dropping at your disagreement.
He once again pushed your hair out of your face, “No? But look at what a sweet face you have, I don’t think someone with such a sweet face could be called not pretty.” You just shrugged.
Suguru sighed and ran his hands down your sides, his fingers toyed with the hem of your dress as slowly started to pull it up. You were still as you watched through the mirror as he pulled your dress from your body, he took his time until you were sat there in just your lacy panties. “Look at you, such a pretty girl.”
Still, you didn’t say anything, unable to find yourself agreeing with him. His calloused fingers found your nipples, leisurely tracing circles around them, the feather light touch sending small shocks of pleasure along your spine.
Your breathing grew heavier as his fingers gradually moved to take your nipples between his fingers, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. A long moan escaped you, your eyes shutting as your head fell back against his shoulder. A sudden pain shot through you as Suguru squeezed your nipples harder, “You’re gonna keep your eyes open and on the mirror. Understood?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
“Yes, what?” His brows raised, the gentleness in his eyes now gone and filled with a dark look.
“Yes, daddy.”
He made a sound of satisfaction, “Oh, so you can be a good girl, can you?”
Another moan leaked out before you could respond as he gave your nipples one final pinch, his left hand making its way to the waistband of your panties. His fingers dipped into your panties, just barely brushing your clit all the while he slid his right hand up your body, his large fingers wrapping around your throat.
You instantly responded, bucking your hips up into his touch, hungry for more. “I need-need,” you choked on a moan.
“Need what?” he mumbled, “Come on, use your words for daddy.”
“I need, need you to touch me,” you spoke slowly, struggling to put the words all together.
You watched in the mirror as his lips curved into a dark smile, “But baby, I am touching you.”
“No, I-“ you shakily let out a breath, “need you, inside.”
Suguru didn’t speak, only responding by pushing two of his thick fingers inside your aching cunt. Your back arched, a slurred moan left you, your eyes falling shut as the pleasure instantly overread all your other senses. One moment his fingers were inside of you, curling into the spongey spot inside of you, and the next they were gone. You jolted up, opening your mouth to protest as you turned to face him.
“I said eyes open.” Suguru’s voice was now cold and firm.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you panted, “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll do better.”
He nodded and pulled your panties off of you before slipped his fingers back inside you, thrusting them in and out of you quickly. His hand around your neck tightened, adding more pressure, leaving your brain feeling like it was floating.
“Nnngh-I’m,” you cried, “feels so good.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, “I know, baby. Taking it so well, it’s like you were made for it.” He nodded in the direction of the mirror, drawing your eyes back to it, away from his face. “Look at how pretty you are.”
You shivered at the words, clenching around his fingers as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. Suguru knew how close you were, he could feel it in the way you tightened around him, he used his thumb to put pressure on your clit, rubbing it harshly in time with the thrust of his fingers.
Just as you felt your orgasm about to crash through you, you made the mistake of closing your eyes causing Suguru to pull his fingers out of you, leaving you stuck on the edge. A ragged cry tore from your throat, “God, I-please. I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” He questioned, “It doesn’t seem like you are.”
“Nononono, I am. Daddy, I am. Please.”
Once again, his fingers were buried knuckle deep inside of you, the fingers around your neck now digging into your skin, holding your head in place to make sure you were watching yourself in the mirror.
It didn’t take long before you felt yourself ready to cum, Suguru of course, noticed straight away. “Aw, is my baby about to cum again?” You nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than for him to let you cum. “Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?”
You made a noise of agreement, but once again, just as your thighs began to shake, your eyes fell shut and Suguru completely stopped his movements. A sob of frustration rattled through your body as you were once again denied your release.
He tutted and stood you up, ignoring the way your bottom lip began to tremble. Lost in your disappointment, you didn’t notice him unbuckling his belt and trousers, slipping them off of him, followed by his boxers. Your face instantly brightened when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down into his lap, his stiff cock now fully sheathed inside of you.
Your breath caught in your throat as you adjusted to the way he stretched you out, your head falling back but your eyes not leaving the mirror in fear of him stopping. “Please,” your tone was nothing short of imploring.
“You want it?”
You wiggled your hips side to side, hoping to provide yourself some stimulation, but to no avail. “Please, daddy.”
“Come here,” he spoke, hooking his arms under your legs, pulling them up so your knees were pressing against your shoulders. He began thrusting up into you at a relentless pace, the leaky tip of his cock hitting your cervix, no doubt bruising it.
You didn’t care, your whole body fully lost to the pleasure, the way his fingers dug into your skin only furthering how good your felt. You tried to speak, but only incoherent babbling spilled from your mouth, all your muscles tensing with each of his harsh thrusts.
Suguru watched as your eyes glazed over but still remained fixed on your own reflection, “You like that? Like watching as daddy fucks you stupid, hm?”
A series of whines and a mindless nod was all the response you could give him, drool starting to pool in your mouth and run down your chin.
“Taking it so well, pup. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He leant down, taking the skin of your neck between his teeth and biting down hard. “Daddy’s good girl.”
That was all you needed to hear, the pleasure that had built in your stomach now overwhelming. Your toes curled and you dug your nails into Suguru’s thighs so deeply that blood began to pool. Suguru grunted, your walls tightening around him like a vice, his thrusts began to stutter just as your orgasm washed over you, liquid covering the both of you while Suguru emptied himself into you.
When you came to, you found yourself cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket from the crate that sat in the corner of the room for when you needed to feel safe. You hummed, nestling into Suguru’s bare chest, your own bare body, flush against his, the skin-on-skin contact soothing you deeply.
“Did I, um-” you cleared your throat, “did I-”
“Mhm, you squirted, honey.” His voice was soft, his fingers combing through your hair. “So proud of you.”
“You are?” You weren’t sure why you didn’t believe him, but you always felt like this when you were coming down from that fuzzy headspace you constantly slipped into whenever the two of you were intimate.
“I’m sorry about the show, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “I know.”
“I love you, okay?” he pressed three feather light kisses to your lips. “Forever.”
Heyyy, I’m surprised I ain’t put no jjk content on here yet so here ya go~ I think the rockstar Geto and plug choso thing is getting to me ya might get another fic coming soon👀. Anyway have a great day and thank you for all the support. should I do more lads post?
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Rockstar Geto who lets you wear one of his favorite old guitar picks as a necklace.
Rockstar Geto who throws his shirt to you while you cheer for him in the crowd.
Rockstar Geto who has a snake bite piercing that you feel every time you grind on his face.
Rockstar Geto who goes down and kisses you in the crowd while doing a guitar solo.
Rockstar Geto who has a Prince Albert piercing
Rockstar Geto who uses your moans as a sample in a song
Rockstar Geto who writes love songs about you. (Even though no one knows who there for but you). He puts very complex meanings and metaphors in the lyrics.
Rockstar Geto who brings you your favorite sweets and desserts after he gets back from the studio
Rockstar Geto who grabs your hand to run down his abs during a concert.
Rockstar Geto who love putting you in full Nelson
Rockstar Geto fucks you in the back of his car because he couldn’t wait to get home.
Rockstar Geto who raps a little bow around the blunts he rolls for you so you know it’s yours.
Rockstar Geto who gets his supply from plug Choso (who’s also the drummer).
Rockstar Geto who has you do his eye liner before every concert.
Rockstar Geto who LOVES for you to wash his hair after a long week of touring.
Rockstar Geto who Eiffel towers you with plug choso.
Rockstar Geto who gets flustered when you give him a kiss of good luck.
Rockstar Geto who used your panties as an album cover. (One of their most popular albums too)
Rockstar Geto who loves when you sit on the aux and watch him and his band play.
Rockstar Geto who teaches you how to play electric guitar in the comfort of your shared apartment.
Rockstar Geto who loves to see you happy and satisfied.
💿 Summary: The consequences start to sink in, and Satoru panics. Luckily, Sukuna (okay, and the rest of Cursed Shrine) are there to help him.
💿 Words: 7.6k
💿 A/N: For returning readers, I changed a few minor things about chapter 1 (now titled as tracks). Firstly, 2am me should not be trusted to edit, so I changed every 'Nobara' to 'Kugisaki'. I also added in a little more padding to Satoru sneaking out, and added in a small scene where Satoru tenses at Fushiguro's name (because obviously that's also Toji's last name). In my opinion, it's not necessary to re-read the whole chapter because the changes are rather small, but feel free to do so anyway!
💿 TRIGGER WARNINGS: Satoru has some internal reactions due to his conditioning/trauma. Most are small, moreso concerning, but there's two big ones I want to mention here.
There's a depiction of a panic attack. To skip it, skip from ''He watches, feeling as though he's looking through a lens,'' to ''Slowly, ever so slowly, Satoru's breathing begins to even out.''.
There's also a comment Mahito makes about Satoru's weight that sets off some thoughts that may be seen as triggering, especially to those with an or recovering from an eating disorder. Skip from ''''Aww, did she give you the motherly treatment when you met her?'' Mahito cooes.'' to ''Now is not the time.'' to avoid it.
I don't think there's any other triggers, but if there are, feel free to tell me and I'll adjust the warnings accordingly.
Now, onto the chapter. I had so much fun writing this. Satoru is going Through It >:)
''Yaga-sama is going to kill me," Satoru whispers, still staring at the phone screen.
The hushed conversation around him dies as the members of Cursed Shrine hear his words.
There's a hand on his chin as Sukuna forces his gaze away from the phone to look at red, concerned eyes.
"Someone took a picture of you and uploaded it without your consent, and you're more concerned about your manager?" Sukuna's voice is low.
"I mean, uhm, yes?"
The silence that follows is loud. Satoru glances over to find the guys looking at him in several states of disbelief.
"… What?"
"What 'what'?" Mahito sputters. ''That's not-''
''Normal,'' Choso finishes bluntly.
Suguru sighs, before saying carefully: ''Satoru… someone just invaded your privacy, posted a picture online, and you're only worried about the consequences from your manager?''
''I mean… What else is there to worry about? I'm pretty sure they'll handle the media-'' He cuts himself off. His eyes widen, and his heart feels like it's dropping to his feet before speeding up like a racehorse. ''Oh, shit, the media.''
''… Not quite what we were trying to say,'' Sukuna says, voice still low and almost soothing. Like he's talking to a spooked animal.
''Then what-?''
''Toru,'' Sukuna says, running his thumb over his cheek. ''Sweetheart, I know your view on your privacy and consent is skewed, but… you do realize that just taking a picture of someone without their consent is wrong, right?''
Satoru's brows furrow. Is it wrong, though? His entire brand was built on accessibility, on public appearances. ''But… I'm a public figure. I'm used to people taking pictures. It's fine.''
''It's clearly not,'' Suguru cuts in calmly. ''You're used to people taking pictures in controlled settings.''
Choso, who is leaning into Suguru's side and playing with the bassist's hair, nods. ''Yeah. I mean, you look on the verge of a panic attack.''
Satoru scoffs. But his shaking hands betray his words. ''What? No, I'm fine, guys, really. I just… I'll get through this! I mean, it's not like this is potentially career-ending stuff!''
His own laugh sounds hollow, faked, and too panicked, even to his own ears.
He watches, feeling as though he's looking through a lens, as Suguru and Choso exchange worried glances. Even Mahito looks worried.
Fuck.
''I- I'm fine.'' Is- Is that his voice? Sounding so strangled and small?
Sukuna's arms tighten around him. ''No, you're not,'' the rockstar calls out bluntly, but gently. ''But that's okay.''
It isn't. His entire brand is built on perfection, for God's sake! He's supposed to be fine and pleasing and mentally stable all the time. No amount of pressure was too much, no task too big.
But people has seen him. People recognized him. His disguise had failed. Someone took a picture and uploaded it online. His manager, his PR team, everyone is going to be furious with him. They are going to find out about Sukuna and him, and his career will end-
''-toru. Satoru. Hey, can you hear me? C'mon, pretty boy, take a deep breath.''
Satoru opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a pitiful, choked whine.
His heart feels like it's trying to beat out of his chest.
His shirt is clinging wrong, the jacket too heavy, his pants too tight.
He's shivering and yet he's sweating buckets, and it makes him feel even grosser.
Not even to speak of the bright lights assaulting his eyes, the hum of electricity in the air that he suddenly can't ignore anymore.
Everything feels too hot, too much, too overwhelming-
Warm, calloused hands carefully cradle his face. Satoru's eyes snap open - light immediately assaulting his sensitive eyes - and he winces. And yet, he meets Sukuna's steady but concerned gaze through squinted eyes.
Don't squint, you'll get wrinkles early, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Yaga says in his mind. Satoru tries to relax his eyes, but the light is just too much.
He's sure he looks like a fool.
Someone asks something, and he knows Sukuna answers something. He just can't focus on what, all his senses overloaded to hell and back.
The lights on the ceiling go out, leaving only the atmospheric light.
Satoru's eyes finally relax. This is already more bearable.
''Satoru,'' Sukuna's voice, steady, finally cuts through the noise in his mind. ''Did you hear what I said? Breathe, babe.''
Finally, the command processes, and Satoru obeys on pure instinct. He gasps, inhaling a lungful of oxygen.
''There you go. Not too fast now. In, hold, and out.''
Satoru follows. His breaths are shaky and still too fast, but Sukuna praises him anyway.
''That's it. Good boy. In through your nose, hold it, out through your mouth. Again. Yeah, just like that.''
Slowly, ever so slowly, Satoru's breathing begins to even out. The invisible vice around his throat begins to loosen, and his shoulders loosen a fraction.
He's nowhere near relaxed - when is he ever truly relaxed? - but it's not as bad as it had been.
''I'm gonna run my hand through your hair,'' Sukuna says suddenly. ''Is that alright? We'll figure this out. Okay? You just relax, princess. We've got you.''
True to his word, Sukuna guides his head down so Satoru is laying on his lap. Instinctively, he curls in on himself, his knees folded close to his stomach. His hands flounder for a moment, before finding purchase on Sukuna's knees.
''Relax, babe,'' Sukuna murmurs from above him. ''Your feather-light ass isn't gonna hurt me if you lay your full weight on me.''
Satoru huffs and opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. As if sensing his troubles, Sukuna's hand comes down to soothe through his hair.
It's nice.
He's also weirdly exhausted. He'd been so full of energy after the concert, but now, it's like his limbs are filled with lead, his brain a little foggy.
'''M tired,'' Satoru mumbles, breaking through the conversation that he hadn't been listening to.
He should have been listening. This was about him, probably. It was important. They were his friends, and he valued their time and energy. He couldn't slip like this-
Oh, Christ, he'd cut someone off.
''I'm-'' Satoru starts to apologise, but Mahito beats him to it.
''That's what a panic attack will do to ya,'' he says, not sounding bothered about the interruption. ''Relax. Sleep. We'll update you on the details later.''
''But I- I wasn't tired at all before this,'' Satoru frowns.
''Did you hear what Mahito said? You just had a panic attack, Satoru,'' Suguru explains calmly. ''That takes energy. A lot of it. And with how insane your schedule is… You deserve some rest.''
''But we already see each other so little,'' Satoru objects. His jaw cracks as he yawns, and he winces.
''Yeah, well, we'd rather we help you stay alive by letting you rest when you need it, than push you to stay awake and find you passed out in a ditch somewhere later,'' Sukuna says defensively. ''Doll, we don't mind if you crash. Hell, your body clearly needs it. We don't mind.''
''But-'' His objection gets cut off by Sukuna putting his index finger over Satoru's lips. Blue eyes glare up at Sukuna.
''You got your lens case with you?'' his boyfriend asks, instead of acknowledging the crime he's committing by cutting off Satoru's voice.
Satoru shakes his head. Sukuna hums.
''Mahito, go check if there's a case around, along with some solution.''
''Why me?''
A beat.
''Because.''
Mahito groans and throws his hands up, but gets off the couch regardless, grumbling about 'horrible working conditions' and 'not getting paid enough for this shit'.
Sukuna ignores him.
''I'm guessing you left your glasses at home then?'' he asks Satoru instead. Satoru nods again.
''Of course you did,'' Sukuna sighs, but ruffles Satoru's hair. So he can't be that mad, right? ''Well, if Mahito can't find anything, the lenses might be a lost cause, sweetheart.''
''If you call him a petname again, I'm saying I can't find anything on purpose!'' Mahito yells.
Satoru can't quite see Sukuna's arm from the position he's in, but he's fairly certain there's a middle finger involved.
A few minutes later, Mahito returns to a half-asleep Satoru and an increasingly impatient Sukuna.
''And?'' Sukuna demands as soon as Mahito walks through the door.
''Nothing,'' he responds. ''I even asked the crew, no one has it on them.''
''Damnit,'' Sukuna growls. He pokes Satoru's cheek, whose hand comes up to swat at the painted nail.
''Hey, doll. The lenses might be a lost cause.''
''I mean, it isn't like he doesn't have money to replace them,'' Choso mutters.
''Yeah! Or, like, you can store them in your mouth for now?'' Mahito suggests while he drapes himself over the back of their couch, blue hair spilling everywhere.
Four pairs of eyes just turn to stare at him.
''What? I've heard of someone doing that when they didn't have another option! Or watched a video on it…''
''Was that from Five Minute Crafts?'' Choso asks dryly.
Mahito gasps and clutches his chest dramatically. ''Hey! Don't insult my viewing habits like that!''
Choso raises an eyebrow. Mahito sputters.
''What! Satoru, back me up here!''
''Uh,'' Satoru responds, very intelligently. ''I mean… I don't want to sound rude, but… putting my lenses in my mouth? What if I swallow them? And what of the bacteria?'' A small pause. ''I've heard of that. There are bacteria in your mouth, right?''
''There are,'' Suguru confirms.
''See! Are you trying to take my eyes, Mahito? What if the mouth bacteria think my eyes are a perfect, five-star meal?!''
''I'm… not quite sure that's how it works,'' Choso mutters. Suguru and Sukuna shush him.
''Exactly,'' Sukuna nods sagely. ''No way we're putting Satoru's lenses in his mouth."
Mahito sighs. ''You guys don't appreciate my genius. Fine. Take 'em out, starboy, I'll throw them away for you.''
''Alright,'' Satoru mumbles. He shifts so he's laying with his back on the couch, then reaches up to remove the lenses. He can do this blind. Had to do it practically blind a few times, when the migraines got so bad he couldn't stand any light whatshowever.
When they're removed, he hands them over to Mahito, who grins at him. ''Ohohoho! Lenses worn by the Gojo Satoru! D'you know how much these would go for on the market?''
Sukuna makes a disgusted noise, and even Satoru wrinkles his nose. ''I… don't think I want to know.''
''Me neither!'' Mahito cackles, walking over to the trash and disposing of them.
''You're so weird,'' Choso sighs. He sighs louder when Mahito blows him a kiss. "I'm in a relationship, thanks."
"Ew, imagine," Mahito snickers, wiggling his eyebrows at Choso and Suguru. "I listen, and I do judge."
"You're a menace," Suguru sighs, drawing Choso closer towards himself.
''… Right,'' Sukuna drawls, his attention going back to Satoru. ''Now you can properly rest, babe. No more excuses.''
Satoru hesitates, searching those red eyes. They're steadfast, sure, and a little worried. ''Kuna… Are you sure? I can stay up-''
''We're sure,'' Sukuna interrupts. ''We wouldn't tell you to rest if we weren't sure. You need it, Toru.''
Satoru isn't sure why he inevitably stops resisting. Maybe it's the knowledge that Sukuna - and the rest of the band - are equally as stubborn as him. Maybe it's the fact that he's been fighting bone-deep exhaustion for a good thirty minutes now. Maybe… he knows he won't win the fight this time.
''Fine,'' he murmurs. He curls up on his side, face towards Sukuna's stomach. Almost as if he's hiding from the world, and trusting Sukuna to watch out for him and keep him safe.
It doesn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep, especially with Sukuna's hand going back to card through his soft hair and the lull of the band's conversation being a soothing background noise.
"Uncle Sukuna!"
Satoru startles awake at the yell. Sukuna's hand, which had been moving but has now paused, keeps him steady on his lap.
A second later, Yuuji bursts through the door, phone in hand. Disbelief and wonder are clear in his tone as he starts rambling.
"You're not gonna believe who was at your concert! The GO/JO! At your concert! Megumi and Nobara saw him, isn't that insane-"
Satoru notices the exact moment the teen stops rambling for long enough to notice the scene in front of him.
Satoru, with his head in Sukuna's lap, looking half-awake, while the rockstar cards his calloused fingers through his hair.
Satoru tries to shoot up, but Sukuna presses a hand to his shoulder and forces him to lay back down.
"Really?" Sukuna drawls, sarcasm so sharp it could cut through concrete. "I hadn't noticed."
Yuuji blinks. Opens his mouth, then closes it. The teen looks bewildered.
''Kid, close your mouth before you catch flies.'' Sukuna sounds downright bored. Still, Satoru can read the slight increase in tenseness in the set of Sukuna's jaw and shoulders, the way his eyes have sharpened.
He's nervous.
It's a weird realization.
In the five years he's known him, Satoru had rarely seen Sukuna nervous. Sukuna was the strong one, the steady one, grinning in the face of danger like a lunatic.
So why was he nervous?
It puts Satoru on edge.
He tries to sit up again, but Sukuna's arm around his chest is iron-clad.
''Sukuna…?'' Satoru asks quietly. Carmine eyes meet his questioning, worried gaze, and Sukuna's eyes soften.
Their tender moment seems to kickstart Yuuji's brain again.
''Oh my God?!'' the teen shrieks. ''You- That's- How- Huh?''
''Yuuji,'' Sukuna rolls his eyes. ''Think before you speak.''
''How can I think?'' Yuuji steps into the room. His phone screen has gone dark from inactivity. ''You all know GO/JO, and you didn't tell me?!''
Sukuna sighs again. ''Yes.''
''Why?!'' Yuuji looks absolutely crushed at the realization that he'd been left out of the loop. Satoru would feel bad for him, if he didn't feel like he was frozen to the spot and spiralling at the same time.
''Because,'' Sukuna gestured at Yuuji, who was nearly vibrating out of his skin. ''We're trying to treat him like a normal person, not some damn celebrity to drool over.''
That made Yuuji pause. A hint of guilt passed over his features.
''… Huh,'' he said. ''I… I guess I didn't think about it like that.''
''Uh-huh,'' Sukuna responded. ''So do you think you can be normal about Satoru being here, or are you going to leave?''
Yuuji's eyes widened. ''No! No, no, no, I can be normal, trust!'' He even did the prayer hands.
Satoru snorted despite himself. Leave it to Yuuji to use teenage slang when discussing something important.
Yuuji's eyes flickered to his. The kid still looked awe-struck, but at least he wasn't freaking out anymore. ''Hi!''
''Hey!'' Satoru waved back, matching the energy despite feeling absolutely wiped. Sukuna tsk-ed at that, but his arm around him loosened now that it seemed like he would get up and bolt any second. ''Nice to meet you, Yuuji! Sukuna's told me a lot about you.''
Satoru watched Yuuji's eyes widen with both dread and excitement. ''… Good things, right?''
''Mhm, and funny ones,'' Satoru said, giving him a reassuring smile. It didn't work as well as he'd hoped, because Yuuji went pale.
''… He didn't share the tattoo thing, did he…?''
''What, that you used to think you'd 'grow' the same tattoos as me when you'd grow older? I didn't tell,'' Sukuna said, like a liar, and sounding smug as hell about it. ''But hey, now he knows. And who knows, maybe those 'tiger stripes' will still come in some day.''
Yuuji makes a noise not unlike a dying seagull. ''Oh my God, uncle…''
''That's adorable,'' Satoru cooed, eyes bright. He could already imagine a young Yuuji looking up at his uncle, wondering when his own 'tiger stripes' would appear.
Adorable.
When the teen didn't look any less mortified, he changed gears.
''Hey, if it's any consolation,'' Satoru shares, ''the first time I met your uncle, I nearly forgot to introduce myself, so.''
''Yeah, but like, you're Gojo Satoru,'' Yuuji said with emphasis. ''You're the one person in Japan that needs no introduction.''
''Well, it was still awkward,'' Suguru chimes in. ''Cuz Satoru was in a disguise - poorly, in hindsight - so we didn't recognize him. So imagine this guy coming up, gushing about the music and all the technical details that only a musician, or an absolutely obsessed fan would know, and we didn't know which it was. Until this guy-'' he shoots Satoru a teasing smirk. ''-goes: 'so, what's your name? Ryoumen Sukuna? Cool, anyway, about that bridge-' and just rambled on and on about music.''
''Yeah, not my finest moment,'' Satoru snorts. The embarrassment still lingers, but the band's good-natured teasing made it a fond memory instead of a bad one.
''I… can imagine,'' Yuuji says. His gaze still lingers curiously between Satoru and Sukuna. ''So… how long have you known my uncle?''
''For…'' Satoru thought back, ''five years now. Wow, time flies!''
''Five years?'' Yuuji repeated, then slowly looked towards Sukuna.
Oh, there was the family resemblance. The 'I'll kill you in your sleep' expression that was, apparently, hereditary.
Sukuna winced. ''Listen-''
"No, hang on," Yuuji said. "What the fuck?!"
"Yuuji-"
"You've known Gojo for five whole years and you didn't tell me?"
"Yuuji-" Sukuna snapped. He didn't even have to raise his voice to draw all attention to him - his voice just got more… intense. Even Satoru's muscles tensed, and this wasn't even directed at him. "Normal. Reactions. Remember?"
Yuuji takes a deep breath. "Yeah, right. Still, this is insane."
Suddenly, the door opens again, and Choso walks in. When had he left?
No matter, because when the bassist spots Yuuji, his face lights up in a way that Satoru has only seen happen around Suguru before.
"Yuuji!" Choso shouts, quickly wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. Satoru winces in sympathy, but Yuuji seems to have no objections. "My little brother!"
Satoru's head whips to Sukuna so fast he almost headbutts his chin. "His- what?!"
Sukuna sighs, long-suffering. "Not literally. We aren't related to Choso. Still, he's…" He gestures at the pair like that explains anything.
''… He's…?'' Satoru asks, glancing between Choso - who has picked Yuuji up and is spinning him around, much to the teen's delight - and Sukuna, who's watching this with resigned amusement.
''Y'know.'' Sukuna just gestures again. When Satoru only blinks up at him, still confused, Sukuna sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
Fuck, he's getting frustrated. Think, Satoru, what could he mean…?
''I guess you wouldn't really get it, cuz you're an only child,'' Sukuna says slowly, a small crease in his brows. ''Which is nothing against you, pretty boy. I'm just… trying to figure out a way to explain this to you in a way that will make sense.''
Oh. Okay. Sukuna isn't mad at him, thank God. Satoru nods. ''Okay. I'm sorry-''
''Don't,'' Sukuna cuts him off. Satoru feels a warm, calloused palm cradle his jaw, and he immediately leans into the touch. ''You've got nothin' to apologize for, doll. It isn't your fault, so stop saying sorry.''
Satoru swallows at the reminder. ''R-Right, yeah…'' he says, swallowing back another 'sorry'.
If Sukuna notices, he doesn't call him out for it.
''There you go. See, you're fine. The world doesn't end if you don't say 'sorry'.'' Sukuna's eyes flicked back over to Choso and Yuuji. ''Anyway… about those two. We aren't related to Choso, but Yuuji and him do share a brotherly bond, since Choso - and Suguru - often helped me watch the kid.''
Satoru nods. ''Ah, I see, that… makes more sense.'' He preened as Sukuna ruffled his hair.
Calmer now, he settled back against Sukuna's chest, and watched Yuuji and Choso talk excitedly about… something about curses? And sorcerers exorcising them? Probably a TV show, then.
''… Yuuji doesn't know about us, does he?'' Satoru murmurs suddenly.
''No.'' Sukuna glances down at him. ''You asked to keep it private. So I did.''
''Even from your nephew?'' Satoru's heart swells at that. Even after all these years, the reiteration that Sukuna respects his privacy so much, is… astounding.
''Even from him,'' Sukuna nods. ''Only reason my mom knows is because she knows me way too well and kept pushing.''
Satoru huffs. Even then, Sukuna had first asked Satoru permission to tell his mom. ''Yeah, so you've told me. I can't say I'm surprised. Sayo-san can be… persuasive.''
''You can say nosy, it's okay,'' Sukuna snorts.
Satoru nods hesitantly - as if Ryoumen Sayo would suddenly materialize out of thin air when spoken of in this manner.
''She can be… intense. I swear, if she hadn't gone down the rockstar route, she could've been a psychologist. She saw right through me. You two are scarily similar, y'know that?''
''Yep, that's Mamakuna for ya,'' Mahito suddenly chimes in. Satoru locks up, before realizing it's just Mahito.
''Oh, my God, I nearly had a heart attack!'' Satoru says, clutching at his chest. Mahito just grins.
''Anyway, Mamakuna-''
''My mom has a name-''
''Mamakuna,'' Mahito emphasizes, ''is a goddamn legend. She's the coolest woman I've ever met.''
''Some might think she's also the only woman you've ever met,'' Suguru says dryly. Mahito throws a pillow at him.
''Guys, shut the fuck up and let me talk!''
Suguru just sighs, long-suffering, and Sukuna looks like he's regretting waking up this morning.
Satoru, despite having heard this several times, is the only one who still looks somewhat excited.
''Thank you. Now, Satoru, lemme fill you in on a little bit of alternative history. The woman, the myth, the legend: Ryoumen Sayo!'' he even does jazz-hands. ''Pioneer of the screamo genre, amazing vocalist, and fashionista, rolled into a sunshine of a woman.''
Satoru plays along and nods sagely.
''Oooh, are we talking about O-Sayo?'' Yuuji cuts in excitedly.
''Yep,'' Sukuna responds. ''Mahito is on a roll again-''
''She's so cool!'' Yuuji says with stars in his eyes. Sukuna throws his head back and groans.
''Right? Sukuna definitely inherited her stage presence. Damn, what a woman.''
Satoru nods. ''Yeah, she's so cool! And super kind.''
''Aww, did she give you the motherly treatment when you met her?'' Mahito cooes. ''Sounds like her. How many kilos did you gain while you were there?''
It was meant as a joke.
It doesn't land as one.
Satoru tenses, his shoulder hiking up as he looks down at himself. It's been a few months since he's visited, he's sure he'd lost the weight, right? But what if he hadn't?
''Mahito, you fucking fool-'' Sukuna hisses. The glare he sends him is withering.
Mahito blinks, then realizes who he said that to. ''Oh. Ohhh. Fuck, Satoru, I didn't mean it like that-''
But it was clear Satoru wasn't listening. He's still looking down at his midsection, his hands clenched in the fabric of his shirt. There's a frown on his face, calculations already flying through his mind.
His dietitian hadn't mentioned anything, so he'd assumed it was fine. His stage outfits still fit as they should, too. But what if that was a lie? What if they'd just adjusted them around his new, increased weight? What if-
''Babe, pretty boy, look at me.'' Sukuna forces Satoru's gaze back up. Satoru feels his face burn as Sukuna's sharp eyes search his face. ''It's- It's okay. Yeah? O-Sayo fed you well because she cares for you.'' His expression flickers, as if it troubles him to get the next words out. ''And… I can confidently say you haven't gained any weight, Toru.''
''… Really?'' Satoru asks quietly. He glances down at himself again, considering.
''Really,'' Sukuna confirms with a nod. ''That visit was months ago. And with your schedule? You've already burnt off those calories.''
Satoru's shoulders relax a fraction. Luckily, he misses the worried glances the others share with each other - especially Yuuji, who opens his mouth but closes it again when Choso shakes his head.
Now is not the time.
''Okay.'' His gaze slowly raises, and cerulean eyes meet carmine. A small, wobbly smile appears on Satoru's face. ''Thanks.''
''Any time, angel,'' Sukuna responds, voice slightly rough. He presses a kiss to Satoru's forehead, then guides Satoru's head down until he was snuggled against his chest.
At last, there is a moment of silence. Some peace and quiet.
Then-
''So…'' Yuuji says, voice hesitant as he glances between the rockstar and the idol. ''Are you two, like… together?''
After a much overdue explanation and a lot of excited screaming from Yuuji, they finally filter out of the venue's backdoor, ready to call it a night.
''I still can't believe it!'' Yuuji gushes. ''But, also, you two are adorable together!''
''Call me adorable again and I'll show you adorable,'' Sukuna grumbles. But with the way he tucks Satoru against his side, even Satoru has to agree with Yuuji.
''Yuuji, let's go!'' Choso calls from the front of the group, twirling his keys around his index finger. ''You're staying with me and Suguru tonight!''
''Coming!'' Yuuji yells back. Satoru looks up from Sukuna's shoulder at the yelling, but when he's sure it's not directed at him, he relaxes again. Yuuji looks back at the duo. ''It was nice meeting you, Gojo-san.''
Sukuna snorts at the awed politeness in Yuuji's tone, and Satoru just replies with a tired: ''Just call me Satoru.''
He misses the awed look Yuuji sends him as Sukuna hauls them over to his motorcycle.
''You awake enough to not fall off?'' Sukuna teases. Satoru snorts and swats at him.
''Yeah, yeah, I'm awake.''
''Hmm.'' Sukuna smirks at him. ''Alright, pretty boy. C'mon, let's get you on the bike.''
The custom Harley-Davidson shines in the alleyway's neon lights, its red-and-black finish making it look just as dangerous as its owner.
''Stay awake for a bit longer, doll,'' Sukuna warns him as he helps him on the back of the bike. When he's satisfied with Satoru's positioning, he hands him his helmet - custom-fitted, with blue accents to match Sukuna's red ones.
Sukuna hops on the bike, the weight shifting again. He turns on the engine, revving it to Yuuji's delighted hollering further up the alley. Satoru's heart already starts racing with the - by now familiar - adrenaline.
''Hold onto me properly, pretty boy,'' Sukuna warns over the engine before he puts on his own helmet. Then, he grabs Satoru's hands and yanks him forward to make sure Satoru's arms are wrapped around his waist, a move that makes Satoru squeak and blush from the sudden roughness and closeness. ''You remember our tap system?''
Satoru nods, before tapping once.
''Good boy.''
Satoru is glad for the helmet and its visor, because he can feel his cheeks heating up. ''You comfy?'' One tap. ''Good.''
Sukuna revs the engine again, and then they're off. To his credit, Sukuna accelerates slowly, and Satoru is grateful for that. He hasn't been a backpack in a while.
''Still awake?'' Satoru taps. ''Good. I bet the adrenaline's already pumping, eh?''
Satoru flushes, but taps again. He can feel Sukuna's chuckle reverberating through him.
''I'm gonna speed up, hold on tight,'' Sukuna yells over the roar of the engine, and then he does just that.
The street becomes a blur, the buildings whizzing past with a speed that is almost dizzying. Satoru clings tighter to Sukuna, and follows the movement of the bike like Sukuna had taught him.
''You wanna ride with me?'' Sukuna raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down, scrutinizing. It made Satoru straighten his spine.
''Yes!'' Satoru nodded eagerly, eyeing the motorcycle. Yaga-sama always called it a 'death trap' for 'no good, criminal low-lifes'. Up close, Satoru just thinks it looks cool.
''… Really?'' Sukuna cocked an eyebrow. ''It's not for the faint of heart, doll.''
Satoru huffed. ''I know! I still want to try it!''
Sukuna stared, before sighing and shaking his head. ''… Huh. For real?'' There's an almost excited glint in those red eyes. ''Finally ready to enter the rockstar life, huh? Fine. If you think you can handle it…''
''Alright, alright,'' Sukuna gestured to the bike. ''I'm assuming you've never been on one before?''
''No,'' Satoru admitted. ''Is that bad…?''
''No,'' Sukuna immediately reassured, voice softening. ''Of course not. It just means I gotta explain a bit more.''
Satoru bitten his lip as he nodded. It made sense, yet he still felt a little stupid. It wasn't like he'd been around a motorcycle before, but still…
''Hey.'' Sukuna flicked a finger against his forehead. Satoru flinched and rubbed the spot. ''Mind on me, Satoru.''
Satoru. Just the simple act of Sukuna calling him by his first name had Satoru feeling all weird and giddy.
Ever since Satoru had slipped up and revealed that he couldn't remember the last time someone had called him by his first name, the band made an effort to call him 'Satoru' whenever they were in private settings.
Still, when Sukuna called him that, it felt… different. The way his name flowed from his lips, the way Sukuna's voice softened…
''Yeah, I'm paying attention.''
''Good. Now, here's what's important,'' Sukuna walked to the middle of the left side of motorcycle, reached down, and pulled down some sort of metal stick. Then he went to the other side of the vehicle and did the same thing. "These are the passenger's pegs. You'll put your hands on the fuel tank-" he tapped it. "-then put one foot on the peg, swing your other leg over the bike and onto the other peg. Got that?"
Satoru nodded. "Yeah, understood." He walked over to the bike - oh fuck, it was much more intimidating up close - and put his hand on the fuel tank. He put his left foot on the peg.
"… It won't fall over, right?" Satoru asked, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
Sukuna had chuckled. "No, Toru, it won't fall over."
Damn. The sound of that nickname, such a personal thing… He'd never had a nickname before, and it made his heart flutter. "O-Okay, then…"
And then he swung his leg over the bike, as instructed. He untensed only when he was seated on the bike.
''… Huh,'' Satoru murmured. Nothing had happened. The bike was still standing, and he was still alive. ''… Okay.''
''Yeah?'' Sukuna's voice had been surprisingly, almost uncharacteristically, soft. ''Sitting comfortably?''
Satoru nodded. ''Mhm.''
''Ready for me to get on?''
''Yeah, sure,'' Satoru said with false bravado. The knowledge that they would be driving soon…
Sukuna looked at him knowingly. ''Relax. I'll just sit down, and explain everything first. Then we'll put on our helmets, gloves, and go. I'll go slow just for you, okay? No crazy stunts today.''
That… was honestly reassuring. Satoru relaxed a fraction more, his body sagging more naturally into the seat, his back not ram-rod straight anymore.
''Okay. Thanks.''
''Of course, Satoru.'' Sukuna got on the bike in one, smooth motion. It moved under the increase and shift in weight, and Satoru, startled, had clamped onto the first thing he saw: Sukuna's shoulders.
''Relax, Toru,'' Sukuna assured. ''It's just weight distribution. I've got my feet on the ground, the key isn't in the ignition yet, and we're not on a hill. This bike ain't moving unless I want it to move.''
Satoru's fingers untensed the smallest bit. ''… Are you sure?''
''A thousand percent positive,'' Sukuna reiterated. ''We can just stay here and I can talk about the bike and how to ride. We don't have to go out for a ride today if you don't want to.''
Oh.
Satoru found himself relieved about that. Immediately after, the guilt set in - Satoru had been the one to suggest this, after all…
''I, uhm…'' Satoru hesitated.
''You don't gotta decide now,'' Sukuna cut in. ''I'll explain some shit about the bike, then you can decide. Or, if you wanna get off earlier, just tell me.''
''… Alright,'' Satoru said. ''Will do.'' He absolutely wouldn't do that.
And so, Sukuna launched into a detailed explanation about the bike - something about torque, horsepower, suspension, and many other technical details that left Satoru's head spinning.
But then, he started talking about technique.
"Now, this is the important part," Sukuna had said. "How to be a backpack."
"… A backpack?"
"A backpack, you heard right," Sukuna had nodded. "The position we're gonna be in makes it look kinda similar. So, again, the bike's not running and I've got my feet on the ground, so we're not moving. What you wanna do is hold onto me tightly. Either hold onto my shoulders, or around my waist."
He reached back, and guided Satoru into the two positions. Then, he let him go. "Now you."
Satoru repeated the movements in the way Sukuna had shown him. Sukuna hummed, satisfied. "Good. Any preferred position already?"
Satoru, still with his arms wrapped around Sukuna's waist, flushed. "… This one. It feels… safer."
"Good choice." There was a hint of satisfaction in Sukuna's voice, that made Satoru feel… really nice. Like he was making the rockstar proud. ''Then that's what we'll go with. Now, as for what to do during the ride. If I lean right, you lean with me, but not to much. Just follow the movement of my body. What you absolutely do not want to do, is lean in the opposite direction. Got that?''
Satoru nodded. ''I should follow your body's movements,'' he repeated obediently. ''And not lean into the opposite direction.''
''Good. Wanna practice that?''
Satoru hesitated for a moment, before nodding. ''… Sure. Let's- Let's do this.''
''Atta boy,'' Sukuna chuckled, voice low. Satoru's heart did a funny thing in his chest, but Sukuna kept on talking like nothing was wrong. ''Again, I've got my feet on the ground and I'll keep the bike off. We're just leaning for now.''
And then, the bike tilted to the right, shifting under Sukuna's command.
Satoru's heart leaped into his throat and he clung onto Sukuna tightly. His thighs clamped around the bike like he could fall off at any second.
… Nothing happened. They were just… leaning.
Satoru observed the ground for a few moments - it wasn't coming any closer. That was a good sign.
Gradually, his thighs relaxed, even as he still held onto Sukuna rather tightly.
''Relax, pretty boy,'' Sukuna rumbled, and Satoru's thoughts screeched to a halt. Pretty boy.
That… That probably shouldn't make him feel as tingly as he did, right?
''Pretty-?''
''Leaning left,'' Sukuna warned him, moments before the bike shifted again.
Satoru's hands dug into Sukuna's jacket, but now that he knew what to expect, he didn't tense as much. Small victories, he supposed.
''Better,'' Sukuna said. He straightened the bike again. ''Another thing - when we slow down for a red light, it's best if you brace a hand on the fuel tank. Since we're suddenly stopping, that weight is gonna come forward, and it's gonna mess with the balance. And we don't want our helmets to bump together. Ain't your fault, it's just physics, yeah?''
''Yeah. Understood.''
''Good. Lean forward and try it. Good, there you go. Easy, ain't it?''
Satoru nodded. He was sure his red cheeks were visible through the layers of makeup he wore.
''Thought so. Settle back.'' Satoru's hand left the fuel tank and wrapped around Sukuna's waist again.
He yelped as the bike suddenly tilted again, to the left once more. Still, he was already following Sukuna's movements.
''Good, very good.'' Satoru saw Sukuna's shit-eating grin in the left mirror - the bastard had done that on purpose - but… was that a hint of pride in his eyes? ''You're a natural, Satoru. We'll make you an adrenaline junkie in no time.''
Satoru giggled - a little tight with nerves, but the joke worked. ''Yeah, right. I'm sure Yaga-sama would have a heart attack if he saw me like this…''
Sukuna snorted. ''Then let the old man choke on it and die.''
Satoru sputtered something, but Sukuna wasted no more time and turned on the engine. It roared to life beneath them, rattling Satoru to his bones.
''Now, ready for that ride?''
Now, years later, Satoru is just plain excited whenever Sukuna takes him out for a ride.
They'd sure made him into an adrenaline junkie… The feeling of riding with Sukuna still rivals the adrenaline rush of performing on stage for thousands of fans.
''I'll take you to the countryside soon,'' Sukuna called over the roar of the engine. ''Take us up high, get the prettiest views. For now, though, we're goin' home.''
Satoru taps and then squeezes Sukuna's waist in appreciation.
After a ride that feels too short and tastes like freedom, Sukuna parks the bike in the garage. They take the stairs to Sukuna's apartment, with Satoru's hand held protectively in Sukuna's.
The building is a little dated but not overly dirty, and Sukuna's worn apartment door enters their vision soon enough.
Sukuna takes out his keys - the silly little Hello Kitty charm that Satoru got him dangling from the key ring, to match with the Kuromi charm Sukuna had won him at a funfair three years ago - and unlocks the door.
Sukuna lets him in first, and Satoru finally, finally feels like he can breathe again. His shoulders relax, and he sighs and closes his eyes, just basking in the feeling of home.
''You're a dork,'' Sukuna says fondly as he watches Satoru treat his apartment like the first sun after a long, dark winter.
''You love my dorkiness,'' Satoru shoots back, a small smile on his face. Finally, he takes off his shoes, hangs up his coat, and steps out of the entryway into the cozy apartment.
It's still the same as he remembers, industrial as ever. The living room is to his left, with the old, worn leather couch - that still feels much more comfortable than any of Satoru's designer furniture - a flatscreen tv mounted to the wall, and band posters hung up on the opposite wall. There's papers strewn around, unfinished riffs and song lyrics scribbled in Sukuna's meticulous handwriting.
The kitchen is to his right, functional as ever. It's a stark contrast to the living room, completely spotless and organized. Satoru knows where everything is located - Sukuna is very meticulous with how he organises his stuff - but actually cooking anything is… still a work in progress.
Satoru doesn't dwell on it too long, because soon enough, a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, drawing him against a broad, muscular chest. He sighs contently and leans into the touch.
''This is my favourite side of you,'' Sukuna murmurs against his neck. They just stand there in the hallway, basking in each other's presence. ''All relaxed and loose for once. No idol persona, no pressure to perform. Just you.''
''I barely even know who that is,'' Satoru answers quietly. The truth hangs like a fragile thing in between them. And yet, Sukuna - for all his rough edges and violent past - holds it like something sacred.
''That's okay. We'll figure it out. You don't have to know today, or tomorrow. Hell, even if it takes sixty years and I'll be old and grey and grumpy as hell, I'll celebrate every new thing you discover about yourself, right by your side.''
Satoru's hands come up to grasp at Sukuna's arms, needing the support. He's trembling, he notes distantly.
''I-'' his voice cracks before he can get the words out, but Sukuna seems to understand regardless.
''Shhh, darling, it's alright, I've got you.'' The rockstar tightens his grip, swaying them from side to side. ''It's okay, you're safe. Let it out.''
Satoru's shoulder shake, and he's sure his nails are digging into Sukuna's skin. His vision blurs before he feels something wet roll down his cheek, and he tastes salt.
''I've got you,'' Sukuna murmurs. ''Let it out. Fall apart if you have to. I've got you, Satoru.''
Satoru is not sure why that is the part that finally breaks him.
Maybe it's the unshaking knowledge that Sukuna does have him, that he has loved and supported him unconditionally. Maybe it's the usage of his first name again. Maybe, if he's honest with himself, it's because he's been stretching himself too thin again, the company barely letting him get any rest at all before he's moved to the next performance, the next photoshoot, the next press tour, the next album.
Or maybe, probably, it's a combination of the three.
In any case, he turns around to press himself against Sukuna's chest, clinging to the man tightly. His body shakes with silent sobs, and Sukuna's shirt quickly gets wet with tears.
Sukuna just holds him through it all, rubbing his back, pressing kisses to his hair, and swaying them soothingly. It's all Satoru can do not to burst into tears all over again.
'''m sorry,'' Satoru croaks, when his tears have run out a few minutes later. ''I- I ruined your shirt.''
''Don't be silly.'' Sukuna presses another kiss to his hair. ''It's just fabric. It can be washed.''
And the thing is- Satoru knows. He knows it's just a shirt. He knows it can be washed. And yet, it feels as though he's destroyed not a shirt, but some sort of priceless porcelain bowl. That, even if Sukuna washes it - or if it would be put back together - it would be slightly off. Wrong. Tainted by the memory of what happened.
''Angel.'' Sukuna cups his face between his palms and tilts Satoru's head up. ''Seriously. I'm not mad, okay? In fact, I'm really fucking happy you trust me enough to break down like this, safe in my arms.''
''… I hadn't looked at it like that.''
''I know,'' Sukuna answers. He kisses Satoru's forehead. ''Now, c'mon. We've had a long day. Time for bed.''
The nighttime routine is familiar. Safe.
Satoru reaches into the drawer for the eye makeup remover, cleansing milk, toner, essence, and moisturizer that he knows Sukuna buys for him specifically. The steps are practically mindless by now, ingrained over the years, to the point where he doesn't even really register his own face in the mirror. Just tracking where there's still leftover foundation, where there's wrinkles appearing, where pimples or acne are threatening to appear.
Besides him, Sukuna just brushes his teeth, washes his face with water, and pretends to be busy.
''You're staring,'' Satoru mumbles when he's finished, reaching for his own toothbrush.
''So? I can't even stare at my drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend now?'' Sukuna ribs.
''I'm not even wearing makeup,'' Satoru says through a mouthful of toothbrush and toothpaste. So, what realistically comes out of his mouth is: ''I' noth ev'n wearith ma'up.''
Sukuna understand anyway, and his expression darkens. ''So? You're still gorgeous. No, you're especially gorgeous like this.''
Satoru rolls his eyes, but doesn't press. Neither does Sukuna.
''Let's just go to bed,'' Sukuna sighs, running a hand through his hair. It seems like both of them are too tired to argue right now.
Satoru's fine with that. He doesn't like arguing with Sukuna. It makes him feel all sad and guilty and pathetic.
Satoru leans over the sink, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth. ''Yeah, sounds good. I'm… like, so tired.''
Sukuna snorts. ''Very coherent, pretty boy.''
''Oh, shut up,'' Satoru scoffs, before yawning.
This triggers Sukuna, and he yawns too. ''Damn it- To bed. C'mon.''
They settle underneath the blankets, cuddling up against each other. Sukuna's arms wrap around him protectively, and Satoru puts his cold feet against Sukuna's shin to make the rockstar curse and pinch his side. Satoru giggles and tangles their legs instead.
After a while of basking in each other's presence, Sukuna tilts Satoru's head up, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Completing the ritual.
''Love you.''
''Love you, too,'' Satoru answers, settling back against Sukuna's chest with a small smile.
He falls asleep within seconds.
… I honestly did not expect to like writing Mahito so much. He's my little chaos gremlin. He's giving Remus from Sanders Sides and and I love him so much.
And sorry not sorry for the motorcycle flashback. My gays just ran away from them and took a detour. To be clear, this takes place a while after Satoru met Cursed Shrine, but before he and Sukuna got together.
Feel free to comment anything, I don't bite! Your favourite scenes, theories... Anything at all! :3
tags: rockstar!suguru , ex!bfsuguru , light angst, highkey inspired by my rewatch oh nana,
you never thought you'd be back here let alone being strong enough to stomach the sight of him, yet here you were in a crowd of easily over twenty thousand people pushing forward just to get a glimpse of them.
despite being angled towards the back of the stage seated on a chair, your eyes never left him. his baby hairs sticking to his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he strikes the cords of his guitar.
there shoko stood in the centre of the stage, as enigmatic as ever with a cigarette dangling from the side of her month as she sang. her voice meshing well with the rhythm causing the crowd to sway back and forth.
her voice was so captivating that the crowd had not once dared to breathe, your friend stood beside looking entranced. her breathing oddly calmed, lips slightly parted, her eyes set on shoko—you looked around you to notice the crowd exhibiting the same behaviour.
with each high note shoko hit the more intense the atmosphere felt, like some sort of collective effervescence—one that you narrowly escaped. you hate to admit it but they were good, in fact one would argue that they were breathtaking, a breath of fresh air in the music scene.
who wouldn't like them? the captivating singer shoko, the playful drummer whose white hair bounced with each beat he made and most famously the mysterious guitarist that commanded an audience with the mere bat of his eyelashes.
the jumbotron flicks from crowd to crowd, each capturing the concert goers fun experience. your friend, utahime, had meticulously chosen the best spot, not too close that you'd be crushed against the barricades, not too far where the two of you would have to experience the concert while staring at a bunch of tiny figures.
it was amusing to see how dedicated utahime was to her celebrity crush. Every time you dared to even tease her about it she'd go on a long rant arguing that she was merely interested in the music and that she liked everyone in the group equally.
but her recent amazon search for a 'shoko body pillow' proved otherwise. but who were you to judge? if you truly were judging her you wouldn't be in the crowd watching the Kaisen's three perform. right? you totally weren't here to see him live. right?
in your peripheral, your eyes drag across to look at the nearest screen, plastered on it was utahime and you nodding along to lyrics. much like anyone in your predicament, utahime proceeded to rock your shoulders back and forth while screaming in your ear. a small tugging on your lips.
on an adjacent screen shoko's eyes widened in recognition, a small hitch in her belting yet she played it off professionally. satoru on the other hand was completely thrown off kilter so much that he missed a few beats. something usual for the band's sweetheart.
suguru looks up from his guitar and actively engages with the audience, the camera panned into his intense gaze, the eyeliner only strengthening the vibrance of his purple eyes.
a few questions flooded his mind, how could those two be messing up with the amount of practise they had? perhaps being too lenient with them caused this to happen. suguru was well aware of the borderline ludicrous prices people were charged just to see them.
he had argued time and time again with their event managers to try and get the tickets to be reasonable but the demand was too high. he wasn't about to mess up his most anticipated concert. the second suguru lifted his eyes to fan, he understood.
yet somehow he remained impassive, your heart skipped a beat. not because you'd had seen him in months but because of his simple nonchalant. the jumbotron flashes to the next group of concert goers. the reoccurring thought of him moving on felt more solidified.
the second the concert ends you hook your arm with utahime's—a huge wave of emotions overtaking you yet your excuse fell under the guise of wanting to escape traffic. the crowd bumping into you as you tried to escape, the sounds of laughter from a group of men and women bedecked in suguru iconography.
the second the lights went off, suguru allowed himself to be affected. once again he felt his heart waning as the distance between you two grew. your eyes held the very same speck of pride and sorrow as they stared at him.
but at that very second he abandoned all common sense and rushed out the VIP corridor in an attempt to catch you.
