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pairing: choso x fem!reader word count: 4.2k synopsis: in choso's mind you are dating, but you are not on the same page. when you indulge in some harmless (to you) flirting, choso takes matters into his own hands. themes/warnings: SMUT! mdni, lots of day after fluff, lil bit of plot, f2l, very possessive choso, oral, piv intercourse, dirty talk, a mirror. lmk if i missed any!

a/n: this is the part 2 of my first choso fic! ...this can be read standalone but check that out for more context ig haha

You blinked lazily as you woke. As consciousness returned to you, so did your memory of last night. Glancing around you confirmed that you were, in fact, in Choso’s room and that your memories were not rabid fantasies. Choso laid behind you with a strong arm draped loosely around your waist and as much as you wanted to snuggle against him, you also desperately needed to pee.

You shifted gingerly, trying to move without waking him. You could figure out which door led to the bathroom yourself.

“Ope?!” you let out a surprised exhale when his arm tightened around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

“Don't sneak off,” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I wasn't!” you were indignant. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind. “I need to pee,” you wiggled in his hold.

“Ah,” he clicked his tongue with understanding. “Right across the hall.”

You smiled as Choso’s grip loosened reluctantly as you shuffled across the hall to do your business.

“Missed you,” Choso murmured when you tucked yourself back into him and you laughed at his joke.

Choso’s eyebrows pinched slightly at your laugh because he hadn’t been kidding, but he was satisfied that you were back in his arms. He pressed himself flush against your back and his heat under the covers melted into you.

“You're warm,” you hummed delightedly.

“Mhm,” he hummed back. “Do you have plans today?”

“No, do you?”

“Spend the day with me?” he requested hopefully.

“Okay,” you smiled.

You lazed in bed for a while longer before the sunlight started to peek through the curtains.

“I'll make coffee, stay in bed as long as you want,” Choso pressed a kiss against your forehead before he got out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and before too long, you heard a grinding sound coming from, presumably, the kitchen.

You laid in bed for a few moments, contemplating the situation. Of all the things, sleeping with Choso was not one you had foreseen. Shrugging, you pulled yourself out of bed and found a clean shirt of his to put on. You tied your hair up and walked towards the sounds of coffee.

“Morning,” Choso greeted you with a lazy smile when you entered.

You paused in your tracks, once again taken aback by his physique. The sweatpants hung low across his hips and his musculature was nothing if not impressive. His long, dark hair fell around his shoulders and you thought about running your fingers through them again.

“What?” Choso felt you eyeing him as he poured the coffee into mugs.

“You are crazy hot, you know that right?” you tried to laugh it off.

Choso flushed, which is ridiculously endearing.

“Oh my god and you're fucking cute!” you cooed as you accepted a mug from him. You looked up at him with heart eyes and he tried to hide from your gaze.

“Quit it,” he protested bashfully.

“Why are you being so shy?” you asked playfully. “You know you’re hot right?” You took the opportunity to run a hand over his chest. His muscles flexed reflexively at your touch and his pupils dilated.

“Cho?” you pressed a kiss against his bicep. “You know, right?”

He had the gall to look sheepish when you kissed his shoulder.

“Choso!” you insisted and he responded by wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly. He couldn’t get enough of the sound of his name, so flirtatious on your lips.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your lips. You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. He grunted softly before picking you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

He laid you down, but you pulled him down on top of you, legs wrapped around his waist as his cock pressed against you. It wasn’t until this moment that Choso noticed you were wearing his shirt and his pupils dilated. What a sight.

“Fuck,” you panted, grinding yourself against his hot, heavy erection. “Cho-”

“Pretty girl,” he ran his thumbs across your cheeks. “Want me?”

“Need you,” you pouted.

Your nipples tightened through his shirt and he pressed his tongue inside of his cheek as his gaze raked over you. Where to start?

“Wait,” you interrupted his thoughts. “Lay down.”

“Hm?” his eyebrows raised.

“Please?” you smiled brightly at him.

Choso’s eyes were still questioning, but he laid down where you gestured. You moved to the foot of the bed and ran your hands up along his legs, through the fabric of his sweats. You traced the contours of his shins, his strong quads, and his thick cock. You admired the outline of it through your fingers and Choso jerked when you squeezed gently.

You bit your bottom lip as you continued to trace up the contours of his abs and his chest, brushing lightly against his piercings. You grinned mischievously before running your hands over his shoulders and back down his muscular arms.

“You are so…,” you admired him dreamily. “Fucking hot.”

Choso blushed furiously up at you. Your chest grew tight. Something about the way color spread across the bridge of his nose made you tingly all over.

“God I like it when you blush,” you exhaled, learning forward to pepper kisses along the pink.

Choso’s breath caught at the way you were so generously affectionate with him. God he liked you. He had always liked you, but having you now was something else.

“Cho,” you gasped at the friction, “You're so hard.”

“Look what you're doing to me,” he chuckled darkly.

“Let me take care of you,” you moaned at his words. It was difficult, but you managed to pull yourself away from him and settled, instead, between his legs. “Let me take care of this beautiful cock,” you hummed as you nuzzled your face against his erection.

“Ah fuck,” he hissed as he watched you rub your cheeks and lips wantonly against his cock. Your lips nibbled through the soft fabric and your mouth fell open in desperate pants. God he wanted to place his hand on the back of your head and press you down on him, but he also loved letting you explore him freely.

“Shit…baby, baby, baby,” he muttered desperately, “Put it in your mouth, baby, please!” he panted, squirming impatiently.

“Yes sir,” you answer him playfully before closing your lips around his engorged cockhead. He was hot against your tongue and his hips bucked up reflexively, hitting you in the back of the throat. “Fuck! Cho,” you coughed.

“Shit, sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologized profusely. “It felt so good,” he offered weakly in explanation. His expression was both guilty and crazed and you had to admit, you liked the way you could make him lose control.

“Don’t be,” you bit your bottom lip to hold back your desire. “I like it rough,” you grinned before lowering yourself onto him again. You relaxed your throat around his cock and took him down to the hilt.

Choso was all breathy pants and muttered curses while you milked him. He stared, eyes glazed over, at the sight of you eagerly swallowing his entire erection and it was only the thought of cumming in your pussy that was able to keep him from losing his sense and nutting down your throat. He bucked up into your mouth a few more times before pulling you off. When you looked up at him, eyes dark and mouth wet with saliva, he groaned deeply and pulled your mouth to meet his.

Choso guided you to straddle him and he grasped his cock, swiping the head through your folds. He grinned when you shuddered and he teased you a few more times before sliding up into you.

“Cho-!” you gasped, at his forceful upwards buck. Your eyes rolled back as he thrust up into you, harsh and rough. He watched you with dark eyes as you held onto his shoulders, hanging on weakly as he fucked you…hard.

“Cho-so,” your hands clawed around the back of his neck as he stroked in and out of you.

“So good, so good, so good,” he murmured like an incantation. “God this pussy is so fucking good!”

The forceful puncture of his words had your toes curling and you started to lose it. Sensing the change, Choso reached up and tweaked your nipples between his fingers and you clenched, walls fluttering around him as you came undone.

“Choooo~!” you squealed and he enjoyed the exhilarating sight of you coming apart on him, for him.

He gritted his teeth as you squeezed and clenched on him. He could hardly believe it, but he managed to stay together through your orgasm. He flipped you onto your back and grabbed your wrists, lifting them over your head.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he instructed. When you looked at him with confusion, all he said was, “Watch your head,” before he drove into you, deeper and harder than before.

You let out a surprised cry as your hands flew to the wall, bracing yourself. Choso was strong and he leveraged every bit of that to drive his hard cock into your clenching pussy. The sounds that came out of your mouth were no short of crazy and the pleased look on Choso’s face had you melting.

“Wanna cum in you, angel,” Choso muttered between thrusts.

“Please, please, please,” you nodded frantically. You wanted that too. Desperately.

Choso’s balls tightened and the word ‘mine’ echoed through his mind as he came, heavy and hard, into you. ‘Mine, mine, mine’ was all he could hear until his crazed haze subsided.

“I think our coffee’s getting cold,” you smiled up at him affectionately as you pushed some of his hair back.

“Probably,” he chuckled, but he let his heavy body weight on yours for a while longer before he could summon the willpower to pull away.

…

Choso watched you, chest full of butterflies, as you greeted someone’s dog. After showering and drinking your tepid coffees, you’d made a plan for the day which included brunch and then shopping. You’d been on your way to brunch when a puppy had derailed you and you were now petting its belly happily as Choso looked on.

“Agh he’s so cute!” you’d cooed when you’d finally returned to his side and continued on your jaunt towards the restaurant.

“You’re cute,” he laughed, looping his arm through yours as you walked.

You watched Choso over your menu as he read through his. You wondered what this was to him. For as long as you’d been acquainted with him, you’d never known him to date. Perhaps he was more of a casual person…you supposed that could be fine. You lived a little further apart than was ideal for dating, anyways.

Choso looked up and caught your gaze. You panicked and lifted your menu up to cover your face. Heat crept up your cheeks at having been caught staring, but Choso’s lips curled into a smile. It felt really nice to be out on a date with you. To be able to think of you as his girlfriend. After having been so content being on his own for many years, he was surprised at how natural it felt.

“Want to check out the record store after this? They sell books and tea too,” he asked. He’d spend the entire day with you, if you’d let him.

“Sure!” you nodded, glad that he hadn’t mentioned your staring.

…

You walked purposefully from the dining area to the lobby. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and you were anxious for things to go smoothly. Rationally, you knew that they should, but you couldn’t help the small string of worry about something going wrong. You were scanning the room to locate Yuko and Yuji again when an arm shot out and pulled you into another hallway.

“Oh?” you tensed up and then relaxed when you realized it was Choso. You smiled at him shyly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” his eyes searching yours, “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Just…a lot going on,” you bounced on the balls of your feet.

“I know,” he brushed his thumb across your cheek reassuringly. “It’ll be fine though. As long as those two get hitched…it’s a success. And honestly I don’t think we could stop them even if we tried,” he laughed, jerking his eyebrows towards the couple who was canoodling at the head of the table.

You laughed. Choso was right, you could relax. Everything would be fine.

Choso admired you as you watched the husband and wife to be. Your eyes softened as you smiled and Choso was filled with a rush of desire. He wanted to pull you into a supply closet, he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to cart you off and do unspeakable things to you. He cleared his throat and stepped away from you in an effort to get a grip. It was Yuji and Yuko’s wedding. He wanted to wait until the nuptials were over until he shared that you two were dating so as not to steal their thunder.

Your smile fell a hair when Choso stepped away from you. Choso had been hot and cold all night. He’d held your hand under the table, thumb brushing against yours, but then dropped it quickly when Yuji and Yuko had approached from behind. He’d draped his hand around your hip when he’d approached you at the bar before seeming to remember himself and then pulling away stiffly. It made a certain sense, you surmised. It felt natural to be more physical after what had happened between you, but Choso must not want to give you the wrong impression.

…

“Megumiiiiii!” a cheery voice rang out from behind you. You could place Gojo’s voice from a mile away.

As Yuji’s mentor, he hadn’t been present at the rehearsal dinner yesterday, but he was invited to the ceremony.

“Gojo-san,” Megumi greeted the man reluctantly before returning his attention to his conversation with you. You liked Megumi despite his excessively stern exterior.

“Wow, YN!” Gojo raked his eyes over you as he settled into the bar behind Megumi. “You look…wow,” his jaw dropped appreciatively as he really took you in. His eyes burned hot little trails into your skin.

“Thanks,” you laughed, heat running through you at his hungry stare. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

This was true. Gojo was tall and handsome, so he cut quite the figure in formalwear.

“Grab you a drink?” he asked, eyeing your empty glass.

“Sure, why not?” you shrugged, telling him your order.

“Seriously,” Gojo let out a low whistle as he looked you over again. “This color really suits you.”

You laughed. Gojo was a notorious flirt, but it felt nice to be on the receiving end of such a handsome man’s compliments. Gojo’s index finger traced down the thin strap on your shoulder and you shivered at his touch.

“Gojo!” you chuckled, but your voice was breathy.

Choso fumed. He had seen Gojo approach you out of the corner of his eye. That fact alone had been enough to trigger a small flicker of jealousy in his stomach. When you’d laughed at Gojo’s words and then when he had dared to touch you…the small flicker was stoked into a steady flame.

“Oh! Gojo-sensei and YN?” Yuji observed innocently. “They look kind of cute together, don’t they?”

Choso’s fist clenched.

“I don’t think Gojo is the serious type,” Todo raised an eyebrow at his best friendo.

“Ah, that’s alright too,” Yuji waved a hand at the massive man. “If you ask me, she could use a fling! She’s been single for…forever!”

Gojo felt Choso’s eyes on him before he saw them. It was impossible not to. As soon as he had approached you, a pair of piercing, dark eyes had trailed him. When you had laughed and smiled at him, they had narrowed a fraction, and then Gojo had reached out a finger to trace the strap of your dress, the look he received could have killed. Gojo laughed. He wasn’t particularly close to Yuji’s brother, but he’d always thought of him as rather passive. How interesting.

“Cousin,” Noritoshi jerked Choso out of his thoughts with a friendly smile.

“Ah, Noritoshi,” Choso tried to rearrange his thoughts quickly. “How are you?”

Choso tried to focus on what his cousin was saying to him. Something about his father or grandfather, but truthfully Choso couldn’t concentrate on anything other than Gojo who was getting rather handsy with you. And to his dismay…you did nothing to discourage it. If anything, you were entertaining his flirting and that brought out a side of Choso that was positively cavemanish.

“Well, you’re clearly not listening,” Noritoshi raised an eyebrow at Choso and then followed the line of his gaze to you and Gojo. “Perhaps you should do something about it,” he suggested logically before walking away.

Choso thought for a moment. If it were any other occasion than Yuji’s wedding, he already would have. But his desire to be a good older brother was strong and he was resolute on not making a scene if he could avoid it. He even believed himself until Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist in a playful embrace and his control snapped. More than enough.

Yuji’s face grew comical as Choso strode across the room angrily. His eyes and mouth morphed into perfect circles when Choso bisected himself between you and Gojo.

“Hey,” Choso’s hand sifted through your hair and he pressed his lips against your forehead before he fixed Gojo with a hard stare.

“...Choso?” you blinked, suddenly hot all over at this territorial display. He was staking a claim and quite conspicuously at that.

Hearing his name from your lips, his eyes slid down to you and you were surprised at the emotion you saw brimming over in them. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to hold in the jolt of arousal that shot through you.

Yuji and Yuko’s mouths were long, matching ovals as they watched Choso all but carry you away. They blinked at each other before squealing with delight.

“Choso?” you asked, unable to bear the heavy, weighted silence filling the elevator as it ascended.

The elevator dinged to signal its arrival before Choso answered. He took your hand in his and led you to the door of his room before he met your eyes again.

“Why were you flirting with him?” His words were even and measured.

“Who, Gojo?” You asked in confusion. Gojo flirted with everyone, it hadn't been serious. And not like you had a reason not to.

“Of course Gojo,” he answered as if speaking to a child.

“It's Gojo!” you shrugged, “He's a flirt!”

“But you are not single anymore,” Choso exhaled. He leaned over you, placing a hand against the wall.

Your head jerked in surprise at this statement. You weren't?

Choso saw red when you had the audacity to look surprised. He unlocked the door and hauled you inside. He'd show you if that's what it took.

“Cho…,” his name died in your throat as you looked at him. He looked crazed. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and tugged his tie off angrily.

You were still confused, but more pressing you were incredibly turned on at the way he got undressed. You could tell he was going to be rough and you were not against it. You tried to reach for the zipper on your dress.

“Don’t bother,” he stopped you by setting you on the edge of his bed.

His hands raked your skirts up in large handfuls, exposing your calves and thighs to him. The collar of his shirt hung open and you enjoyed a glorious view of his muscular chest. You hooked an arm around his neck, angling yourself towards him. His eyes traced a triangle…eye, lips, eye. You expected him to kiss you next, but he instead sank to his knees and dove under your skirt. He placed hot kisses up your inner thighs as he pressed them open. You were gasping like a fish out of water by the time he placed his first sloppy kiss against your overheated cunt.

“Choso!” you cried, thighs closing around his head. His fingertips bit into your flesh as he pried you back open and continued.

You moaned his name again and he grinned. That was right…Choso. He’d have you calling his name until you were seeing stars. Until it was burned into your mind. You reached for him, but your skirt was in the way. Instead you settled for placing your hand on the outline of his head through your skirt.

Choso ate you out like he was starved. He pressed lush, sloppy kisses against you. His lips pushed at the hood of your clit as his tongue swiped against your entrance. He sucked your lips into his mouth and then spread them back apart with his tongue. For lack of a better word, he was making out exuberantly with your pussy and it was incredible.

Choso felt frenzied at the sounds you made and the way you tasted. The way you kept trying to close your thighs around his ears and how you whined when he held you open for him. You had coated his mouth and chin and still he wanted more. Could stay down here forever. The pitch of your voice grew ecstatic as you clutched at him desperately. Your skirts were a rumpled mess and you warned him that you were close. He latched his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, drawing the orgasm out of you. You his name gloriously as your body tensed and you let go. Your legs grew limp and he resurfaced, looking down at you with a dripping chin.

“Choso,” you panted, out of breath and recovering. You reached for him, but he held himself cruelly out of arm’s length. He peeled the rest of his clothes off and you watched, transfixed by the expanses of skin as they were exposed to you.

Afterwards, he stood you up to face the mirror on the wall as he unzipped your dress and pulled it off of you. He grabbed you by the chin and turned your head to meet his eyes in the reflection.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded as his hands traced across your skin. You shivered and goosebumps broke out at his caresses. He traced the undersides of your breasts, across your collarbones, and over the swells of your hips. His lips kissed at the side of your neck and you let out soft whimpers and squeaks at his touches.

“Choso, please…,” you whined, brows furrowing desperately at him.

“Yes, baby?” he replied, feigning clueless.

“You’re teasing,” you pouted, hoping he might be sympathetic.

“Mhm.”

“Please fuck me!” you begged.

“Not Gojo?” he arched an eyebrow.

“Choso! Fuck Gojo!” you stamped a foot with impatience.

Choso’s jaw ticked. You would do no such thing.

“Get on the bed, face the mirror,” he instructed, arranging you so that you were laying on your stomach, prone beneath him. He laid on top of you and wrapped his arms over your shoulders and grasped your chin. Again he met your eyes in the mirror and his breathing was warm and wet against your ear when he spoke. “Watch me…as I make you mine,” he purred and then his hips hitched, driving himself into you.

“Fuck!” you cried, eyes widening as you watched his reflection. His eyebrows were pinched and his grip on your chin was rough. He bucked into you, fucking you just as harshly.

“Choso,” you arched beneath him, hips lifting of their own accord until you were folded at the hips. This fucking angle…

“So pretty for me,” his eyes locked on yours.

As you held his gaze, you realized suddenly that you loved this. Adored his possession.

“Yours,” you blinked through glassy eyes, your look full of meaning.

“Mine,” he growled as he pulled you back onto himself again and again. His thrusts were deep, hard, and rhythmic and your cries of pleasure matched his pace.

Choso watched as your hands clutched at the air. Your pupils were blown out with ecstasy and you struggled to keep your eyes on him as he had requested.

“Yours, Choso,” you gasped and he felt you clench around him.

Choso drove into you and kept himself deep inside of you, his balls grinding against your clit and his head pressing against your cervix. Your eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sensation and you squeezed hard around him, orgasm ripping through you.

“Only yours,” you sighed almost sheepishly.

“Only mine,” he grunted. His chest came forward to press against your back as he emptied himself inside of you.

He rolled you both to your side, keeping himself inside of you. He pulled you close and pressed soft kisses against the top of your head.

“So…,” you spoke first. “I'm not single anymore?”

Choso managed to feel shy at your direct questioning.

“I-...,” he stammered.

“No, don't be shy now!” you tutted at him. “You were quite clear before!” you giggled.

“I'm happy to show you again…,” he rasped into the crook of your neck.

“I’m kind of a slow learner,” your lips threatened a grin as you arched into him with a satisfied purr.

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