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By the time Choso gets back to his apartment, it’s awfully quiet. Choso has lived alone for quite some time now, but he never got used to the silence.

He shrugs off his coat, and throws his bag by the couch. He goes to his bedroom to put on some sweats. When he’s finished changing, he goes to sit at his gaming chair.

He’s abnormally tense. His room is dim, and the blue glow of his monitor is the only thing that is keeping light on his face. The smell of cherrywood cologne surrounds him, even though there is no use for it. His thin rimed glasses are slowly sliding off the bridge of his nose.

Your discord chat is already open.

Of course it is.

His thumb rubs against his computer mouse as his clicker is hovering over your call button. He wants to call you first. He almost does. He presses lightly against the mouse, hesitating.

But before he does anything, your profile picture pops up on the screen with an incoming call. His heartbeat picks up speed at an annoyingly fast pace. He doesn't even hesitate before clicking the green accept icon. A little chirp comes from his headset. Choso felt a little too desperate to answer the call so soon, but he stopped thinking about it when he heard your sweet voice call out his name.

“Choso~ hi baby, i’ve missed you!” you say in a sing-song tone. He exhales slowly, leaning back in his chair as the tension drains from his shoulders almost instantly.

“Hey…” he says, his voice a bit quieter and softer around the edges now. “I missed you too” There’s a slight shift on your end with fabric moving, maybe you getting comfortable and honestly, he can picture it without trying. The thought of you all cozied up lingers longer than it should.

“You did?” you giggle teasing him a bit, but there’s something genuine about it. Like you didn’t actually believe that he missed you.

“Yeah” he says simply with no hesitation. His fingers are tapping lightly against the arm of his chair. The silence that follows isn’t long, but it’s noticeable. He can almost feel the way you pause on the other end, like you’re processing that answer he gave.

“What were you up to today?” you ask after a couple seconds. Your voice settles into something softer.

“Just got back from class” he replies as he glances briefly at his screen even though there’s nothing new there. “It was boring as hell.”

“Aw” you hum and the sound is music to his ears. If only he could get you to mew out different noises. More of the pleasurable kind. “I would’ve made it better” At this point he can tell you're smiling on the other side of the line. A faint breath of amusement leaves him as he tilts his head to the side while he listens.

“Yeah?” he murmurs. Now he is smiling. He still can’t fathom that a pretty woman like you is even interested in him, but he grateful none the less.

“Mhm, I would’ve been talking the whole time”

“you already do that” he says, and it makes you laugh. It’s soft as it fills the space between you in a way that makes the room feel less empty. He lets his eyes fall, half closed now just listening.

Actually, he’s hardly listening now.

You start telling him about your day. It was something small, something that probably wouldn’t matter to anyone else, but he stays quiet letting you talk. His attention is settling more on the way you say things, rather than the actual words themselves.

The pauses.

The little changes in your tone.

The way your voice dips when you get comfortable with him.

He doesn’t realize how quiet he’s gotten until your voice trails off. “Choso? you there?” He hums softly in response, shifting slightly in his chair. “Bruhh, you’re not even listening.”

“I am” though his voice gives away that he’s only half telling the truth. He’s just in such a trance from your voice, that he didn’t really pay much attention to the meaning behind all the talking you were doing.

“Cap. you’re totally not” you laugh. “What did I just say?” He pauses as his eyes open a little more as he stares at the screen.

“You were uhh… talking”

“Wowww” you drag on in a teasing way. There’s a beat, and he exhales quietly through his nose.

“What? You can’t blame me, I like hearing you talk” he admits as his voice drops just slightly, more honest than before.

That does something to you.

You go quiet again, and this time it lingers.

“You’re being weirdly sweet today” you whisper after a moment, a bit softer now.

“Am I not usually?” he asks but there’s no real defensiveness in his tone.

“You are, just…” you slightly trail off, your breathing faint in his headset. “I don’t know. It feels different” he could hear your smile in your words yet again. He shifts with his hand coming up to rest against his jaw, as his thumb brushes alongside his skin as he thinks for a moment.

“…Is that bad?” he asks, quieter now. More quiet then he already was.

“No- no not at all” you say quickly, almost too quickly. “I-“ you slightly hesitate. “I like it”

The words settle between you, way heavier than before, but he doesn’t respond right away. He doesn’t need to. The silence says enough. Then-

A knock at his door.

His brows pull together immediately, he groans. The moment breaks as he straightens his back in his chair.

“Hold on for a sec” he mutters, already reaching up to take off his headset.

“Don't take too long” you say, your voice is softer now, almost like you’re already waiting for him to comeback and talk to you.

“Yeah… I won’t, i’ll be quick”

He stands quickly, the chair shifts quietly behind him as he hurries to the door. There’s a small tension still lingering in his chest. He goes to open the door.

He sees Gojo

Of course.

Leaning his hand on the door frame like it’s his apartment. His sunglasses on indoors like the dork he is, a lazy grin already forming on his lips.

“Chosooo” Gojo says, straightening slightly. “My buddy, you’re home” he takes his sunglasses off, his blinding, piercing blue eyes have a hint of mischief in them.

“What do you want?” Choso replies, his tone clearly unamused.

“There’s a party tonight” Gojo says, like that explains everything (the no context friend right here) “A big one. Figured I’d drag you out for once”

“No.” Choso says without any hesitation. He slowly goes to close the door.

Gojo blinks with a stupid expression. Clearly not expecting how fast that was. He quickly props his hand on the door to keep it open “Come on grumpy pants, you didn’t even think about it” He makes a little pouty face.

Choso scoffs “I don’t need to” Gojo puffs out a short laugh in response to Choso's reply, pushing the door open a little more as he leans against the frame.

“C’mon bro, you never go out. It’ll be fun”

“I don’t care”

There’s a brief pause as Gojo studies his face. His gaze flicked past Choso for just a second. Glancing at his monitor. “Are you busy?” he asks a bit more curious now.

Choso shifts slightly without realizing it, blocking the view behind him. “Yeah” he’s dry with his responses

“With what?”

There’s a split second where Choso considers not answering. His eyes go narrow. “Someone” he says a bit rushed.

Gojo’s grin widens instantly. “Ohh. I get it. That someone”

Choso doesn’t react, but his jaw tightens slightly.

“Ha you’re seriously skipping a party for a call?” Gojo presses, clearly amused now, big smirk on his face.

“Yes” No hesitation again.

Gojo lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re so down bad bro” he mutters. “A complete simp”

Choso’s expression doesn’t change. “I’m not going.” Another pause.

Then Gojo sighs, stepping back. “Alright, alright. Suit yourself. Stay in your cave. You’re lucky I didn’t tell your older brother to grab you, or he would be dragging you out of your room” He turns, already walking off. He then glances back over his shoulder. “Try not to fall too hard, you know those online girls are sometimes-”

The door shuts before Gojo can finish his response.

As soon as the door clicks closed, Choso locks it, but he pauses for a second. He lets out a breath he feels like he’s been holding in, as Gojo's words ring in his head.

“Simp” he mutters to himself. The word feels strangely accurate to his situation, but hell if he cares. Yeah he’s a simp, so be it.

He turns and walks to his computer screen in a haste. He quickly sinks in his chair and fumbles to throw on his headphones. Choso expects to hear laughing, or the clicks of your keyboard, but instead he’s greeted by a thick silence.

After a couple seconds he murmurs “I’m back” his voice drops to a low, gravelly tone that normally comes out when he’s exhausted, or thinking of you.

“Well hello…” you sound a bit whiny, your voice shifting slightly in pitch. Overall though you sound like yourself so he hardly questioned the change. “Did you have a good conversation?” The tone of your questions makes it seem like you heard their conversation.

He goes to adjust his posture, and there’s a very very slight smirk on his face as he looks at your discord call. “Yeah, sure, nothing important” He goes to rest his head on his hand that is being held up by his elbow. God, he’s so infatuated with you, even if he has no way of showing it. With just your words he forgets about gojo.

“So, is it true?” Your breathing is heavy, and choso can hear movement on your side of the call, like sheets shifting.

He huffs his breath in a gentle laugh. “Is what true?” At this point, he can only presume what you're doing, and his hands land on his thighs. His previously soft cock is now feeling warm, and a hard on is starting to form in his pants.

On your side of the phone, you whine out a “Fuck.” Your fingers are fucking your pussy, while your other hand is stimulating your clit. You moan out before you respond with

“Are- are you a simp?”

His thoughts are now going crazy, crazy for you. Thinking of your face while you're moaning, thinking about what your thoughts might be, thinking about how he could fly to where you are so he could make you the mother of his children- Ah he needs to stop. This is his first sexual interaction with you, and he’s getting overzealous. While he’s been with you for months, you and him never gained the courage to initiate anything on call, so this was an unexpected surprise for him.

He is paused in thought, in awe at the screen while he hears your angelic moans.

“Wh- what are you… doing?” he stuttered out, his heartbeat quickens up, and the hands on his thighs start slowly rubbing over the boner in his sweats.

There’s a moment of silence, but he can now hear the noises of your wet pussy over the quiet line. “Choso” you whimper out. Fuck, he wishes he can get his hands on you. “I’ve been- fuck, ive been wanting to do this for so long” You avoid his question, but he knows what the answer is.

After that, there is a long pause from talking.

Choso's hands end up in his pants, rubbing his hard cock at a slow pace. He’s not talking much, just some whined out grunts. His eyes are squeezed tight, as he tries to imagine you, fingering yourself. “Everytime we are on these late night calls… I- ngh” you moan out before you can finish your sentence.

“Fuck” he whispers, and lets out a rough exhale. He bites his lip, trying to control his moans. Choso's head falls back on his chair, his only thought being you working your fingers just for him.

His grip on his dick tightens as he quickens his pace. His legs are shaking, and anyone would have noticed that he doesn’t masturbate often.

“Please Choso, I wanna hear you” You casually sound like a goddess, an angel sent from heaven just for him.

He’s been quiet for quite some time, but he just has no words to express how he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, what he wants to do to you.

Choso lets out a low breath, the sound vibrating through his microphone and to your headphones as he finally lets himself go. “You have no idea…” he rasps out, his voice dropping low. “how much i’ve been wanting to do this with you, I wanna be there-“ he starts whining out, his movements are desperate now. “I want to be the one making those moans come out of you. not your fingers… mine”

“Then come get me Choso” your voice breaking over the line. You sound breathless and needy. “I’m so tired of just hearing you... I want to see you, feel how big your hands are, I want you to touch me until I can’t breathe” you’re moaning in between breaths.

He’s picturing the way your eyes must be rolled back, the way your hair is fanning out against your pillow while you call his name “Tell me” his voice thick and strained. “tell me how wet you are for me… don’t stop, I want to hear every pathetic little sound you make when you think about me getting my cock all hard for you”

He listens as your moans turn into desperate whimpers, the wet sounds of your own touch driving him to the brink. “choso~ choso you’re so bold tonight”

A breathless laugh leaves his mouth, he doesn’t reply to your comment. “If you were here, you have no clue what I would do to you” his hand is still keeping a fast pace, his precum is spreading along his cock “I’d never let you go, if I got my hands on you, I’d keep you here and fill you with my loads. You’d never leave this bed” he throws his head back again frantically, and groans out your name. His tone is now higher, whining out.

Choso can hear the rustling of your sheets as you shift around your bed. “Good” the sound of your breathing hitches “You know, I have on a lace set for you, it’s so thin you can almost see right through it. I’m so tight and soaked for you, all I can think about is you ripping off this lace just to get to my wet pussy” Your voice drops to a low, seductive tone.

On the other side of the screen you are fingering your cunt with your fingers, with the same hand your thumb is rubbing your clit. Your moans can be heard so clearly as you are simultaneously mewling out whispers under your breath. Your other hand is messing with your nipples, twisting and rubbing them.

A groan leaves his throat as he squeezes his eyes shut, the image of your delicately laced underwear, damp and sticky against your pussy. It hits him like a physical blow. “You’re wearing that for me?” his rhythm turns relentless “fucking hell Y/N... I would ruin it. I’d have those straps wrapped around my fingers while I buried my face in you… if I saw you like that- fuck~ when I see you like that” Choso cock is so stiff, he pulls his hand away for a second to spit on his palm, just to add more lubricant.

You let out a long, broken moan. Your body is now shaking, your restlessly arching your back, craving for more then your fingers. “Choso~” you whine out his name.

“You're so loud for me, you're such a good girl you know?” The tension in his body coils tighter. “spread yourself open and take it all for me“ you cut him off with a moan. “fuck, you’re so perfect- you’re mine, you hear me? even through a screen, you’re still mine.” His head falling back, his body betrays just how much power you have over him.

Your hand that was rubbing your nipples is now griping the bed sheets. “Choso please, god your so hot” Your body starts feeling warm, and your thighs start shaking rapidly, you whine out before you say “wanna~ fuck- cum, please let me cum”

His eyes open back up as he quickens his pace even more, on the edge of finishing. “You- you can cum… please cum for me baby, im dying to hear you, It’s pathetic how much i’ve pictured you like this” he is whimpering and moaning out loud, excited to hear you finish.

The peak finally hits you, your body arching as you hit your climax, vision slightly blurred. His body snaps and his orgasm comes over him as well, and a white hot flash of pleasure hits both of you. Your stomach feels electric once you get to release the tension building in your tummy. You release your sticky cum squirts all over your fingers. You moan out his name and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. “Choso- please stay on the line, don’t go”

Hearing his name is the cherry on top. Choso follows you instantly, his eyes snapping shut. He groans out as his cock shakes from pleasure. “I’ve got you, i’m not- god~ not going anywhere” His voice is shaky, as his cum shoots out in thick white loads, his hips are rutting into nothing as he fucks his hand through his peak. Cum is getting everywhere, but he hardly cares, this is the release he’s been craving.

He whines out your name one more time, and after that there is silence.

Choso is now slumped forward, his forehead is resting against the edge of his desk, and breath is heaving as he tries to find the right words. When he breaks the silence, his voice is raw and deep (like how I need him) “Stay on…”

There is a long pause of silence, and it’s only broken by the sound of you shifting against your sheets, your breathing still heavy and uneven. “Choso?” you whisper out, your voice sounding small in comparison to earlier.

He hums in response, his eyes half closed and his body feeling the post orgasm bliss.

“Are you a simp?”

A chuckle can be heard on Choso’s mic. “How about another round? With the video this time”

He avoids the question, but you know his answer.

He’s as simp as it gets.