starring: rockstar!choso x softgirl!reader
warning: none ofc ;)
peachy's yap: you thought i was gonna give you sukuna and not rockstar!choso pt.2???
romantic rerun: last post of rockstar!choso
“this is the third showcase we’ve been to, and i have yet to see choso,” you whined to shoko, who gave you a wry smile. not only had you not seen choso, but you also hadn’t seen his band either.
“well, they haven’t performed in a while,” she chuckled, scratching the back of her neck. you were at another bar as a crappy band walked off the stage, thankfully.
the crowd clapped slowly, clearly not enjoying it either. you downed the rest of your drink, giving shoko a crazy glare. all you could think about was the lying and false advertising.
“you know i can’t believe i let you convince me choso would be at these last shows,” you frowned, not happy with your best friend at all.
“well, i knew that was the only way you would come!” she pleaded her case, and you still were not forgiving her. “i’m going for a smoke. you need anything before i leave?”
“your honesty,” you said, rolling your eyes as the next band walked on stage, and she rolled her eyes at your goofy request.
“going to smoke without me?” geto asked, throwing his arms over her shoulder. she jumped in shock until she noticed who it was, immediately turning around for a hug. you were happy to see him, but not for the same reason as shoko.
if he’s here, that means choso wasn’t far behind.
you tuned them out, looking around the stuffy bar. shoulder-length hair? black shirt? black pants? a person with a stripe across their nose? you searched for him everywhere, but no one matched the description.
you were disappointed beyond compare. choso was the main reason you came to these musty bars and terrible shows. as you swirled the drink in your cup, you saw a man with dark hair walk in. you were tempted to look up, but you had given up on trying to find him.
“why are you looking so sad?” a raspy voice asked. even through the strain of his vocal cords and his obviously lost voice, you knew it was choso.
“choso?!” you yelped in shock, turning to look at the unnaturally pale man. the poor boy could barely stand, and he was sweating buckets. “what’s wrong?” you asked, brows furrowed in worry. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was going through withdrawals.
his mouth opened to talk, but nothing came out. his hand immediately flew to his throat, and that told you everything you needed to know. he quickly grabbed his phone, typing in his notes to communicate.
lost my voice.
your heart dropped. without thinking, you grabbed his arm and led him outside the club. the cold air hit you both immediately. choso leaned heavily against the wall while you stood in front of him, arms crossed, studying him.
he was sweating profusely, eyes barely open yet still locked on you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.
“what are you doing here if you’re sick?” you asked softly.
suguru said you were here.
you couldn’t stop the smile on your face, knowing he was excited to see you. he looked back down at his phone, and you thought he was writing something else. instead, he handed you the phone with the contacts open, basically asking for your number.
“please,” he whispered, his voice cracking at the end and hurting your heart just a little. you were going to tease him, but you couldn’t help it. you quickly put in your information, texting yourself so you could save his number.
“hey, lovebirds!” shoko yelled from across the parking lot. “it’s getting late!”
you handed choso his phone back as you got into shoko’s car and he got into geto’s.
“i’ve got to make a quick stop at their house. is that cool with you?” shoko asked with a small smile.
you agreed immediately. if it meant you could see choso a little longer, it was worth it. your phone dinged with a text, and a big, goofy smile spread across your face when you saw it was choso.
choso: geto said you’ve been here every night looking for me. that true?
you: no. he’s lying.
choso: he now says every saturday for the past three saturdays.
you: that may be true. why weren’t you there then?
choso: sick? practicing? writing music?
you: is that attitude i’m sensing?
choso: only defending myself, love.
you fanned your face, feeling the heat pool in your cheeks. you had to get your mind off choso. he was flooding your thoughts again. he was mysterious and sexy all at once, exactly your type.
when you arrived at gojo’s house, he was already outside, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smirk plastered across his face. if you’d learned anything from shoko, it was that gojo couldn’t keep his thoughts or his comments to himself.
“so,” he said smugly, “how did they react when they saw each other?”
“they almost kissed against the bar wall,” shoko exaggerated, throwing her hands in the air. “she was practically jumping his bones!”
you were shocked, not even sure how to defend yourself.
“that’s not true,” choso mumbled, stumbling a little as he pushed past gojo to get into the house.
“oh ho! broke his no-talking bit to defend her!” gojo teased, and you tried with everything you had to hold back a laugh.
you all entered the house, and choso was nowhere to be found. until you noticed the open bathroom door. he was standing in front of the sink, pushing his hair out of his face.
you slipped away quickly, making your way to the bathroom. choso heard your footsteps and looked up, seeing you approach with a wonky smile.
“it’s good to see your whole face,” you said awkwardly as he looked at you with those insanely seductive eyes. “no matter how pale it is.”
“sorry you have to see me like this. i just couldn’t miss my chance to see you,” he admitted, his voice barely there and breaking every other word.
“aww, that’s sweet,” you smiled, looking down and then back up at him. he was staring at you, his eyes moving fast, scanning your face like he was trying to commit it to memory. his gaze flicked to your lips and back to your eyes so quickly you weren’t sure if you imagined it.
“mhm…” he hummed, clearly not hearing your last sentence.
“what?” you asked, curious as to why he was looking at you like that. his face inched closer to yours, slowly but surely. you were all for it, taking a step closer yourself.
your faces were centimeters apart, your focus trained on his pink lips that you were sure were soft.
“yo, y/n, i’m ready to gooo… oh shit!” shoko yelled as you and choso quickly backed away from one another. “were you guys about to kiss?”
“n-no…” you said, glancing at choso, who only gave shoko an annoyed, deadpan stare.
“yeah… right,” shoko said, clearly not believing you. “i’m gonna give y’all some space.”
she backed out of the doorway, laughing as she disappeared out the front door to her car.
the bathroom fell quiet again, except for the faint hum of the fan overhead. you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, your heart still pounding.
choso shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “guess that was best,” he muttered, his voice still rough.
“yeah. i mean, you are sick,” you huffed with a soft laugh.
“rain check?” he asked quietly.
“yeah. rain check.” your chest tightened, but you nodded, smiling softly. the corner of his mouth tugged upward just a little.
“next time,” he added, his voice low, “we won’t be interrupted.”
your stomach flipped as you nodded in agreement.
“next time,” you echoed, stepping back before either of you could change your minds.
as you left the bathroom, your lips still tingled with the promise of a kiss that almost happened and the certainty that when it finally did, it would be worth the wait.
starring: bestfriend!sukuna x oblivous!reader
warning: mentions of sexual acts, masturbation, lots of tent pitching... so hope y'all like camping
peachy's yap: i didn't know if anyone was with me on this but idc. SUKUNA SMELLING PUSS SUPREMACY
sukuna was strong, big, tall, and weirdly authoritative, but you were none the wiser. you didn’t know your measly best friend, who’d do anything for you, was the king of curses.
you knew sukuna heard your mumbles from far away, but you just assumed he had really good ears, or that he just had a keen sense of smell when he would say he smelled you cooking from the end of the driveway. he could even see someone’s face from far away, and you just chalked it up to him really liking carrots.
sukuna never made a move on you. he didn’t even see you that way. that was until you smelled different. usually, he could smell your body wash or your happiness. today, the smell was saccharine, so sweet it almost gave him a toothache.
as you walked toward him to sit, he heard squelching. he was confused. where was it coming from?
“i’m going to gojo’s house soon. not to scar you or anything, but i think we’re going to, you know… this time.” you smiled, and the smell became more potent, almost like sugar being melted in a pot to make the world’s most delicious candy.
your thighs were pressed tightly together, and the realization sunk in. this sweet smell blessing his nostrils was your arousal. the squelching was the sound of your walls clenching in need.
sukuna fought it, his pants pitching a tent at the thought of how wet you were alone. he held himself together until you left, feeling like he might die from the pressure in his pants alone. he had no choice but to take a cold shower and stroke himself to the memory of how you sounded.
you returned an hour and a half later, and sukuna wasn’t surprised gojo only lasted that long. he felt bad for you, but he didn’t really care either, because you deserved to know. sukuna knew no one would be able to go round after round and fill you up like he could.
you deserved better. he could give you dick way better.
this time, when you walked in, you smelled different, but the sound was the same. now it was a foul odor, something he had never smelled on you, even when you worked out together. it smelled like the ocean. salty, fishy, and downright rancid.
“never fucking him again, that was the worst!” you scoffed, and sukuna figured out the smell immediately.
“did you let him cum inside?” he asked bluntly, no hesitation, just curiosity.
“wh-? how did you? i mean, yeah, but why would you ask that?” you asked, brows furrowed, and sukuna shrugged, walking away.
“should’ve taken a shower. i can smell him on you,” he grumbled, sitting on the couch and pouting like a kid forced to share.
“i did shower!” you exclaimed, and sukuna lazily looked up at you.
“i can smell him. on. you,” he said, and you froze, actually processing what he was saying. “no, i smell him in you.” his tone changed this time, dark and possessive.
“in?” you asked in horror, not really sure what he meant. until you did, and then you burst out laughing. “you’re so silly, kuna. i know your senses are strong, but not that strong. if you thought i smelled like sex, you could’ve just said that.”
“no, that’s not,” he grumbled, but you cut him off before he could finish.
“we did go again in the shower, so there’s a chance i’m not all that clean. mind if i shower in your bathroom?” you asked, giving him those sickly sweet puppy eyes.
“yeah, be my guest,” he mumbled with a pout, crossing his arms as he watched tv. “i’m a fucking cuck.”
either you were oblivious, or he was that good at hiding a raging hard-on. the entire time, he pictured you being fucked by gojo.
“you’ll love these guys! my friend is in this one!” your best friend, shoko, yelled over the loud music that was playing. you had been at the bar for far too long, holding your ears closed. you found no fun in listening to underground garage bands try to get famous.
“you said that about the last two of them,” you said with a dramatic huff, but your mood changed immediately. the lights were red, and smoke clouded the stage before the hottest man you’d seen in your life walked out. the bassist.
sure, the other men were just as hot, but he was beating them by a long shot. his hair was wet against his neck, and a black stripe crossed his nose. he was different, and you didn’t know if it was the tattoos or his unique look.
“okay, you were right, i like them,” you whispered to her, even though the band had yet to play a note.
but when they did, you actually enjoyed the music. the bass was hitting your chest, and for some reason, you could hear it louder than anything else. even though you’d never heard his voice before, you were sure it was the one you were hearing the clearest.
“are you ovulating?” your best friend whispered in your ear, and you gasped, looking at her like she was insane.
“why would you say that?”
“you’re eye-fucking choso.” she laughed, and you furrowed your brows, not sure who she was talking about. “the bassist.”
“oh,” you said, not denying you were eye-fucking him. “no, i’m not ovulating,” you said, going back to tapping your foot to the beat of the music, your eyes never leaving choso. you were almost positive he noticed your stare, but you weren’t ashamed.
once the set was over, they went to the back, and your friend pulled you to the bar. she ordered the two of you drinks, and you sipped on yours, looking around. seconds later, you saw one of the boys from the band come running in your direction.
“sho!” he yelled, practically jumping on her.
“be careful, toru, you almost made me spill my drink!” she laughed as the white-haired boy pulled away to look at you.
“who’s this?” he asked curiously, with a smirk that freaked you out a little.
“my best friend, y/n. she’s gonna go bar hopping with us tonight.” she smiled at someone behind you, and you looked shocked.
“hold on, i’m doing what now?” you asked, and a deep voice behind you made you stiffen.
“c’mon, don’t be the odd one out.” you turned around, seeing choso with a lazy smirk, and you almost fainted right there. his voice was deep and smooth—so sexy you couldn’t think of anything else.
“choso, not everyone can stay up all night like you,” another man said, shoving his shoulder. choso’s eyes never left your face; it was so obvious, but he didn't seem to care.
“i’m just saying, wouldn’t it be fun to have an extra person?” he asked, looking up at shoko for backup.
“yeah, he’s right, geto! where’s sukuna?” she asked as the last man from the band walked out from the back. he looked irritated, but he didn’t say much; he just followed the crowd. you all left to go to the next bar, which was a few blocks away.
as you were sitting around watching shoko, gojo, and geto dance, choso came up to you.
“so, you’re shoko’s friend, y/n, that she talks about so much?” he asked with a smirk, and you smiled back.
“that depends on what she’s told you about me,” you laughed, hoping shoko didn’t tell him anything embarrassing.
“just about how good-looking you were. she was definitely downplaying it,” he said, slowly licking his bottom lip as he looked at you. your face was heating up as you just laughed at the compliment.
“thank you,” you said shyly, and he nodded, then took a big sip of his drink.
“you’re welcome, beautiful.” you looked him over one good time. he was littered with tattoos, piercings, and rings on almost all his fingers. the stripe on his nose was clearer now and obviously not paint but more of a birthmark.
he wore all black, not an ounce of color in his outfit, even if he tried. even his nails were painted black, although they were chipped. his belt had a skull on it, and his happy trail showed under his shirt that clung to him for dear life.
you were the exact opposite: soft, colorful, and girlie. your favorite color was pink, and you were commonly described as a rose.
the more the two of you talked, the more you realized you liked him—a lot. not just the way he looked or his intoxicating cologne that made you lose all train of thought.
from the outside looking in, the two of you looked like you’d known each other for a while. the way he was standing between your legs, and his cold, ring-clad hands rested on your exposed thigh. how he leaned close to your ear so you could hear him better through the bar’s loud music. or the way you gripped his bicep, the one resting on the bartop.
choso was six drinks down and drunk to the max; it was the only thing calming his nerves.
“you're so fucking sexy,” he slurred in your ear, his breath blowing past, and a shiver went down your spine.
“think so?” you asked, and he nodded while you just looked at him with a smile. “i think you’re a little too drunk, choso.”
“couldn’t talk to ya if i wasn’t. i was fucking stoned before i went on stage,” he admitted, throwing his head back in laughter. “only reason why i wasn’t scared to talk to you.”
“okay, pal, i think it’s time for you to go!” gojo said with a chuckle, pulling choso away from you.
“waittt…” he slurred, grabbing your hand. you just laughed at how dramatic he was being. “i’m gonna text you!” he blurted before they got him to let go.
“he doesn’t even have my number,” you snorted, looking at shoko, who just shook her head at choso.
“i bet everything he’d be too scared to text you anyway. he never acts like that,” she whispered to you, and you just shrugged.
you rolled your eyes and turned back toward the bar, finishing what was left of your drink, but the grin on your face was impossible to hide. across the room, choso glanced back one last time before gojo pulled him away.
you didn’t believe in love at first sight, but lust? that was something else entirely.
starring: fratboy!gojo x nerd!reader
warning: cunnilingus, fingering, virgin!reader, experienced!gojo, dacryphilia, mating press, orgasm denial, implied cowgirl
peachy's yap: can you tell i have a current gojo hyperfixation... ahem moving along
fratboy!gojo knew from the day he joined his frat that he would date some sorority girl. it was one of the many reasons he joined. he pulled a couple, but none of them compared to you.
fratboy!gojo denied himself attraction to you time and time again, yet somehow he found himself bullying the poor nerd. he knew at the fossil age of 22 he was too old to be bullying you, but he didn't care.
fratboy!gojo carried out his sick plan by asking you to tutor him, knowing he didn’t need the help, purposely failing your shared class to make it realistic, even pretending to sleep in class to make his grade reflect his actions.
“please, sweets? i’ll be a good student,” he pleaded, giving you a sweet look with those pouty blue eyes. you told him to never call you “sweets” again, but of course, he didn’t listen.
fratboy!gojo always said the sweetest of things, telling you how pretty you were or how adorable you looked while grading his work. you weren’t easy, but gojo was enticing. he made you feel wanted and pretty, something a nerd like you has never experienced.
fratboy!gojo‘s plan finally worked when he got the shy nerd to spread her pretty legs for him. stuffing you with two of his fingers was all that was needed to make a virgin like you fall in love.
fratboy!gojo was training you to be his perfect slut, stretching you every day to take his girthy cock, training your throat to take all 9 inches of him without struggling. he felt you were closer and closer to going all the way.
fratboy!gojo and you spent almost every day together. you were almost certain you guys were soon to be a couple. you excitedly climbed the stairs of the frat house, knocking on the door. toji and geto answered, giving each other knowing glances.
“hey, y/n, were you supposed to be here today?” geto asked, not even opening the door to let you in.
“uh… yeah? we meet every monday, wednesday, and friday,” you said, but at the same time, a girl walked down the stairs, hair disheveled, mascara running down her face, and her eyes bloodshot red. it was nothing new, probably a new girl sukuna was fucking.
“um,” toji hummed, looking behind him, but nothing could have prepared you for what the girl would say.
“i’ll be back tomorrow, toru!” she yelled up the stairs. toji and geto just looked at you. your heart was beating a mile a minute, and the only thing going through your mind was to run away. so that’s what you did.
fratboy!gojo knew he fucked up. the girl shouldn’t have been in his room in the first place. he tried to get in contact with you, but all roads led to nowhere. you blocked him everywhere, even your school groupme.
fratboy!gojo sat alone at the party, sipping on juice, not in the mood to drink. his already dampened mood was worsened by seeing your friends walk in, instantly making him think of you.
fratboy!gojo was shocked to see you at a party, living it up in your little dress, laughing with your friends, getting hit on by some loser jock. he could barely take it.
fratboy!gojo stormed in your direction, planning to make you listen to him. once he stood in front of you, he grabbed your hand, dragging you to the kitchen.
“let go of me!” you yelled, yanking your hand away from his. “go talk to your other fuck buddy and leave me alone!” you spat, and he just looked at you with a frown.
“that’s what i wanted to tell you! fuck! she’s an old fling that randomly showed up,” he said, and your arms were crossed, not believing his story for a second. “she was screaming and crying and pulling at her hair on my floor. she said she was coming tomorrow to beg again.”
fratboy!gojo pleaded, hoping you would hear him out. of course, your face showed your displeasure. “please, i’ll do anything, i’ll say anything,” he whined, grabbing both of your hands.
“that’s not enough.” you shake your head, not knowing if you even wanted to deal with some popular frat guy. he was popular, and things like this were bound to happen.
“i’ll let you eat all the kikufuku i have left!” he pleaded, and you frowned, not impressed. “or i could prove it to you.” you hated how sweet he sounded when he really meant it, or how hot he sounded when he begged.
“prove it to me how?” you asked, not knowing what you got yourself into.
fratboy!gojo took you upstairs to his room. your heart was beating as you both got inside, and he locked the door. you were nervous, your hands simply sweating from being in his presence.
before you knew it, you were holding your legs up as they shook from the immense pleasure. he was eating you out like a starved man, two fingers thrusting into you like his life depended on it.
“you taste so good, sweets,” he mumbled against your cunt, face soaked in your juices, and you moaned from the vibrations.
“i told you… nghh… not to call me that,” you choked out halfway as a moan, and he just laughed at your lame attempt to speak.
fratboy!gojo’s bulge was painfully pushing against his jeans. the only way to soothe the pain was to rut against the bed as he lapped at your juices.
“toru… m’ready,” you said shyly, and he lifted his face away from your swollen and drenched lower lips. he tilted his head to the side in confusion, wondering what you could possibly mean.
“ready for what?”
“to lose my virginity.”
fratboy!gojo had to curb his excitement, stopping himself from practically jumping up and down. he was a gentleman, but he had his needs, and he needed you.
fratboy!gojo wasted no time pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go, not even bothering to take them around from his ankles. he settled for just shuffling over to you and climbing onto the bed.
“you don't know how bad i’ve been wanting to do this,” he whispered in your ear, lining up his leaky tip with your cunt.
“show me, toru, show me how bad,” you said, unknowingly seducing him and putting him in your trance. he pushed into you with a choppy moan, feeling like he was going to cum then and there.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he choked out. if it were any quieter, you wouldn’t have heard it. your eyes were tearing up from the pain, and he kissed away your tears. “i know… it’ll get better soon.”
fratboy!gojo discovered a new kink, dacryphilia. each tear that fell from your eyes made his cock swell in you. he hated it; he hated that he was getting off on your pain. “let me know when to move?”
“m… move,” you stuttered, and he listened, thrusting his hips as soon as the word left your mouth. your mouth fell open in pleasure as gojo’s hips slapped into yours at an overwhelming speed. “fffffuck, toru, it’s too much.”
fratboy!gojo smirked when your hands reached down to stop him. he caught both wrists easily, holding them together in one hand like reins, using the grip to pull you back as he fucked you harder.
“you can take it, baby, i know you can,” he cooed mockingly as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. he was fucking you so good, and you couldn’t take it anymore. your pussy was squelching from your leaking juices.
fratboy!gojo couldn’t take his eyes off where the two of you met. he was mesmerized by the way your slick coated him and how you sucked him in effortlessly.
fratboy!gojo had you in a mating press fucking into you like the sex deprived man he was. your feet almost touched the mattress behind you from how firm he was pushing your legs back.
fratboy!gojo was so focused, he didn’t notice your face, which was practically telling him you were on the edge.
“m’cumming!” you yelled, and he stilled in you, giving you that sly smile that you hated so, so much.
“not without me,” he said, tilting his head as you whined from the lack of movement. “you can only cum if you be a good girl and work for it yourself.” he smirked, pulling out of you and lying on his back.
fratboy!gojo might be a piece of work, but he made every orgasm worth it.
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꒰୨୧꒱ hi my loves! welcome to the masterlist for the sinnersxhomecoming boys! links will be below the intro (good to read for extra plot stuff), enjoy! lace dividers by @uzmacchiato
ㅤ𓂃꒰꒰𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨. . .
on a special fall night, the air hummed with life. the sticky, thick warmth (but still somehow cool) that only the south could bring. down here, homecoming isn’t just a game. it’s a holiday, a ritual, a pilgrimage. by nightfall, the entire town gathered under stadium lights, and by midnight, they poured into the streets, backyards, and frat houses that looked as if they had lain dormant all year, waiting for this moment.
the air smelled like barbecue smoke and beer, cut through by the woody scent of the embers that sparked from the bonfire. cicadas droned on, as if they had competition with the bass that came rattling from the open front door of the frat house, and the speakers scattered around. strings of low-budget lights hung from the surrounding trees and front of the house, twinkling against the shadows like their own little special type of stars, and trucks lined the road in every direction, their beds filled with dripping coolers and 20 somethings laughing a little too loud.
tonight was one of those nights where the town finally seemed to breathe in unison. names didn’t matter now, only reputation. who are you? who do you run with? every face here is familiar, each glance heavy with history. conflicts burned just as bright as the bonfire in the middle of the yard, and secrets clung to them like the bugs who dared to get too close.
somewhere in the mix, you found yourself moving through the currents of bodies, distracted by the heat, weight, and noise of it all. but this was tradition: warm-blooded, all-american, the kind of tradition where your sins don’t just find themselves out in the open, they’re welcomed.
and in the crowds around you were 3 men: shiu, toji, and choso. each with their own story. watching. waiting.
who will you choose?
𓂃꒰꒰𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. . . (start date:__/25)
week 1 𓂃 ꒰♡ for the king! 𓂃 shiu
smoke coded frat prez! shiu ♡ thigh riding & praise
week 2 𓂃 ꒰♡ legends never die 𓂃 toji
stack coded ex-all star! toji ♡ rough sex/drooling/biting ꒰cw: he does turn her into a vampire so there will be blood !
i couldn't find enough fanfics where geto was an athlete so i wrote my own and forgot to look at others' but i just came across your blog, i can't wait for you to complete all your university au!!!!!
this was my motivation to get my lazy ass up and write. thank you so much you’re TOO sweet.