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HELP I CANT BELIEVE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!

apparently i write better after being up for 36 hours straight😭. but rockstar!choso is a part of my romantic reruns meaning he will be returning.

starring: rockstar!choso x softgirl!reader warning: nothing :) peachy's yap: hey hey hey! i'm backkkk

“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.

rockstar!choso

how you met | the long awaited reunion

this was my motivation to get my lazy ass up and write. thank you so much you’re TOO sweet.

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