summary: choso is a plug at ur college, and u encounter her for the first time at a party
pairing: plug + lesbian!choso x reader
vocab: c/n - college name, f/n - friends name, hbf/n - his boyfriends name, m/n - major name, ed/n - energy drink name
warnings: underage drinking and referenced hard drugs, not named or explicit and not used by reader. underage smoking.
an: guysss ik choso is portrayed as a plug a lot so i thought id hop on that train.
chapter vibe: polish girl by neon indian
you're a freshman at c/n, and it's the first party of the year. you were invited by your friend, f/n, who's in your grade.
the lights flash, the music booms, and you can already sense the irreversible damage to your brain as you sip ed/n from a red solo cup.
you were told that f/n’s personal favorite plug would be at this party, so you've been keeping an eye out for her. you don't want anything hard, just hoping for some weed.
you haven't been able to get your hands on a new yart due to the regular mail checks the dorm monitor makes. if they find a package from a dispensary in a freshman's mailbox, you're fucked.
of course, you can always drive to get some, but the closest reliable shop is a ways away. you can't waste gas in this economy.
you've simply been living off of other people's shit, and that's no way to live. plus, you're tired of f/n rolling his eyes every time you ask for a hit.
you're not exactly having the time of your life right now, to keep it a buck, looking around for something, anything to do.
its then that you spot her—sitting on the couch is the most beautiful person you've ever laid eyes on. she has dark hair, tied into two buns at the top of her head, strands spiking in the air. there's a few short, stray hairs falling over her forehead and framing her face.
her outfit is somewhat plain, a black hoodie and pair of dark wash baggy jeans hanging low on her waist. she has an airpod in and is typing something on her phone. you're too far away to see the screen.
you're glad she's so focused on whatever she's doing, since you're standing there like an idiot watching her every movement.
a boy who you've seen around campus sits on the opposite end of the couch, and she glances up at him, an eyebrow raised. he's looking expectantly at her.
“can i help you?” she asks, not masking the disdain in her voice.
“yeah. what's the works? do you have the usual?” he asks, voice muffled as he sips from his cup.
you feel awkward standing in the corner and watching the interaction unfold, so you pull out your phone and pretend to type something as you listen intently.
“you're gonna have to be a bit more specific. you have a pretty forgettable face.” she bites, and you stifle a laugh.
“don't be such a bitch. you know who i am.” he snaps, face scrunching as he sneers.
the hottie just stares down her nose at him, looking unimpressed. “get lost.”
you watch closely as his jaw clenches and he's getting up and leaving. you're surprised he doesn't try to fight her back on the matter—he seems like the type to cause a scene.
then it clicks. this is who you had been scanning the party for from the very beginning. this is…what did f/n say her name was? fuck. of all the things you could've forgotten about that conversation, your brain decided on her name.
its then that f/n appears, and you say a silent prayer at your luck. “y/n!” he exclaims loudly, voice slurred. you roll your eyes. of course he's drunk.
“f/n,” you hiss, grabbing his arm as you look over to choso who is looking at her phone again, now frowning. “is that her? the plug?” you question, praying the answer is yes.
“wha…oh, choso? the girl on the couch?” he says, somewhat loudly. you smack him on the upside of the head. “lower your voice, dipshit!”
you glance over to where she's still glaring at her phone, and release a breath you didn't know you were holding in. f/n is still grumbling and rubbing his head as you turn to face him once more.
“is she gay?” you inquire. his eyes shoot up to you. “ohhh i see,” his face twists into a smug smile. “yeah, i'm pretty sure she is.”
you suppress a smile, biting your lower lip as you think of how to go about talking to her. “can you introduce me? i need to buy anyways.” you request.
he shrugs. “sure, i'm cool with her so it shouldn't be a problem.”
you let out a sigh of relief, your arms dropping to your sides. you fiddle with the hem of your clothes nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to another.
“now, please.” you demand, grabbing his hand and pulling him to walk around the couch. he staggers slightly, falling in step behind you reluctantly.
you let go of his hand as you approach. “choso!” he exclaims, extending a hand. she looks up from her phone and a smirk blooms on her face.
they dab up, and f/n puts his hand on your shoulder. “this is y/n!” choso’s gaze shifts to you, and you see her lips part as she draws in a breath.
“it's nice to meet you, y/n.” she nods towards you and butterflies flutter around deep in your stomach. “hey,” you reply breathlessly. fuck you’re such a chud. she studies you for a few moments, and you don't shy away from her gaze, even as f/n walks between you and collapses on the opposite end of the couch from choso.
“so, choso. are you selling tonight?” he asks. you figure she'll say no, after seeing how it went with that guy earlier.
“yeah, actually. you buying?” she raises an eyebrow, clearly hesitant due to his already intoxicated state. “nah, i'm good for tonight. it's y/n.”
her eyebrows raise as she looks back over to you. “you don't seem like the type,” she remarks, looking you up and down pointedly. you don't know what to say to that—sorry? next time you'll wear something less…whatever it is she's sizing you up as? you shrug.
“i get that a lot.” you admit. it's not a lie—most people don't expect you to be a smoker upon meeting you.
she nods, understanding. “what are you looking for?” you think for a second, considering how to go about it. b/n beats you to the punch. “do you have weed? she keeps taking mine,” he exclaims, dragging his hands down his face dramatically.
your cheeks flush as you stifle a laugh at his usual dramatics, made increasingly entertaining by his state of inebriation. “what he said.”
she huffs a laugh. “yeah, i got you. all my stuff is in my car though, so i'll be back.” you nod and smile shyly, taking a seat next to b/n to wait.
“omgomgomgomg!!!” you exclaim as soon as she shuts the front door. “bruh you’re so easy, nothing has even happened!” he complains. “oh quit your whining, did you see our eye contact?” you quiz him.
“ok, yeah, she was all googly eyed. to be honest, i've never seen her like that,” he remarks. you gasp, covering your face with your hands to hide your squeal.
“listen, y/n, im going to go find hbf/n. last i checked he was losing terribly at beer pong.” he says, smiling fondly.
you gasp. “f/n, you can't leave me alone with her!” you yelp, keeping a firm hold on his hand as he stands up and you're left sitting cross legged right next to where she's about to come in and sit.
“it'll be fine! clearly she likes you!” he answers. you sigh, letting go of his hand for hbf/n sake. he can not hold his liquor.
you take your phone out and begin frantically texting your best friends to inform them of this new development. they don't respond, most likely already asleep by now. it's almost midnight, and they both have 8am classes, so they only go to parties on weekends.
you're anxious to talk to choso alone, and overwhelmed by the booming music and the sheer amount of drunk people surrounding you. while you wait for her to come back inside, you scroll on pinterest, tuning out the overwhelming factors of the night and focusing on tuning your boards to perfection.
you jump when the couch dips and you're snapped out of your flow state. you look over to see choso smiling at you with an eyebrow raised, amusement painted on her face.
“are you on pinterest?” she asks. you look at your phone, feeling caught but unsure why. “uhh…yes. sorry.”
“i forgive you. don't let it happen again.” she says, causing a laugh to bubble from your throat at the dryness. so she's funny. this bitch is just nonchalant maxxing.
“appreciate you.” you scoot back on the couch, turning to fully face her, still cross legged and smiling softly.
she scans your face, wandering eyes stalling at your lips. your tongue darts out, tasting your lip balm, and her gaze traces the motion.
she blinks a few times, refocusing as she digs in her pocket, and you fight a growing smile as her tongue catches on her lip in concentration as she attempts to find something.
her hand drags out of her pocket, and you feel your soul re enter your body at the sight of a yart and two prerolls. “this is all i have since i've been selling for a few hours. you don't have to buy all of it, but i wasn't sure what you were looking for.”
you nod. “how many milligrams is the yart?” you inquire. “2000. the yart is 25 dollars, but the pre rolls are seven each.”
you dig in your pocket for your wallet, and card through the contents for two twenties. you hand over the cash, and she hands you the weed. you put the pre rolls in your wallet, but keep the yart out.
you take a dry pull, and feel choso's eyes on you once again as your lips close around the mouthpiece.
“thank you, choso. it's been weeks.” you explain, taking another dry pull.
“free you my soul.” she says mournfully, and you chuckle. you begin breathing on the tank to warm it up. she waits patiently for you to finish your intimate yart foreplay, and take a real hit.
you inhale slowly, the smoke filling your lungs and causing you to cough into your elbow a couple times, not yet adjusted to the feeling.
you wait a few seconds before taking another hit, this time shorter, and you're able to refrain from another coughing fit.
you sit in silence for a few minutes after you tuck the yart safely in your bag. you're watching the clock tick, the couples dancing, waiting for the high to hit.
“are you high?” you ask choso, curiously. “no, no i'm not.” she admits. you feel bad. you hate when people get high around you and you can't or don't want to get high.
“i'm sorry, i should have waited. do you want to be high?” you try. she laughs muffling it with her hoodie sleeve, the sight causing a smile to pull at your features.
“i always want to be high, y/n.” she admonishes. you think of the pre rolls in your bag. if you offer to split one with choso and she says yes, you still have another for a debrief with f/n in the morning, and a yart to last you a long while.
“do you want to split a pre roll?” you offer, hoping she'll say yes. she lowers her arm from her face, studying you once again. “yeah. i'd like that.” you nod, unfolding your legs and stretching them out.
they're a bit sore from being in the same position for so long, but you ignore it and wait for choso to stand with you.
she falls in step behind you as you begin to walk to the back door, the backyard being where everybody goes to smoke. it's a bit of a struggle at first to find a private area, but you follow the wrap around porch to the side of the house, and discover that they don't know you know this hack. there's nobody there.
you hoist yourself up to sit on the porch rail, watching her closely as choso settles next to you, leaning against it and looking out at the yard. she stays standing in favor of sitting on the rail, which you don't blame her for as you rustle through your purse for your wallet.
“got a light?” you request, and she nods, seemingly grateful for something to do with her hands as she digs in her pockets.
you produce the pre roll from your wallet, and she produces a silver zippo. “of fucking course that's your lighter,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “what's wrong with it?” she asks, studying it with furrowed brows.
“nothing, nothing. it's just so you.” you explain, holding the joint between your fingers as she lights up. you take a hit and feel your eyes water due to the smoke, exhaling steadily.
you pass it to her, and now it's your turn to study the way her lips close around the filter. your breath catches as her eyes meet yours, and she's inhaling slowly and just looking at you.
your face grows hot and you feel blush bloom on your cheeks. her gaze is heated, eyes only leaving you to face the wide expanse of grass in order to exhale.
“i heard you talking to that guy earlier. before i met you.” you try for a casual tone, but know that your curiosity is poorly masked. she frowns, handing you the joint. “who?”
you smile, remembering her words. apparantly she wasn't lying. “huh. you really do find his face forgettable.” she looks at you, confused, when a spark of recognition shows in her eyes.
“you heard that whole conversation?” she asks, shocked. you feel like a stalker chud to say the least, but you can't stomp out your curiosity.
“yeah, sorry. it was funny.” you explain, turning your head to face the sky and exhale. you hear her laugh at the admission, and your face burns, the sound is so perfect.
you turn your head back down, just to admire her. the lights from the party stream through the window and combine with the moonlight, illuminating her features.
long eyelashes, chestnut colored eyes, everything. you press the imagine into your memory, immortalizing every contour, every shadow. though the moment is fleeting, the memory will last forever.
“i don't mind,” she says, still smiling faintly. “that guy is such an ass.”
you nod in agreement. he is an ass. then you get an idea. f/n had said she's gay, but he wasn't absolutely 100% sure about it. you know just how to test that theory.
“you didn't think he was cute?” you ask. she frowns, looking surprised at the question. “um. no. he's not really my type,” she admits.
“what is your type, if you don't mind me asking?” heh… got em. she looks at you somewhat pointedly, as if to say ‘i know what you're doing.’ you smile knowingly, but she just shrugs. you hope you're not misreading this.
“what's yours?” she challenges. well shit, you hadn't thought this far ahead. you cock your head to the side, trying to tell her with your eyes how badly you want her.
“uhh…i dunno,” you lie. or, not lie, necessarily, since you really don't have a specific preference other than clit.
she sighs, staring at you as you take another drag from the joint. the party music can be heard from where you are, now reduced to a steady thrum you can feel vibrating the porch rail beneath you.
you're nearing the end of the joint, and you're almost sad to see it go. it was an olive branch, an excuse to stay near to choso. maybe this isn't it. the night is still young? or something?
if you can just work it out with f/n, you can find a reason to stay longer. the hard part is leaving chosos side to do so. you don't want to. well, whatever. he'll text you if he needs you.
you're lost in thought, mega high, and following every thought for two seconds max before your train of thought abruptly changes and you're thinking of something else.
despite it all, your focus always stays at least partly on choso. on her long, slender fingers closed around the pre roll, her eyes gradually appearing more bloodshot, the way she looks at you when she thinks you're looking away.
at one point, you look over at her and her gaze is locked on your bare thighs, spread slightly over the porch rail. you're too high to feel self conscious, only hoping this goes somewhere.
"you're a freshie, right?" she asks. you take a moment to process her question as you exhale. "yeah," you confirm. "why?"
"nothing. my brother is too." she explains. you frown. you didn't know she had a brother. you also hardly know her, though.
"who's your brother? maybe i know him," you test. she looks at you. "itadori yuji. he's a m/n major."
you ponder the name for a second, before you're hit with a wave of recognition. "hey, i know itadori! he lives in the dorms across from me! i met him at orientation."
she seems shocked by the development, staring at her hands. "we're half siblings. I met him in high school."
you hum. "are you close?" she nods, smiling softly. "yeah. he's probably the most important person in my life."
you exult in the look on her face, the admission warming you from the inside out. "do you have many friends then?"
she shakes her head, though her smile doesn't falter. "i have people i'm cool with, f/n for example, but im mostly known as a plug. there's not much else to it," she articulates.
"i can be your friend," you offer---only somewhat jokingly. you'd love to get to know her more, truth be told. even if it's just as friends.
she scowls, looking closely at you. "i think you know i don't just want to be your friend."
your head spins at the assertion. you're both incredibly high---does she mean what you think she means? if so, will she feel this way sober? what type of relationship is she looking for?
"i don't do casual," you state, testing the waters and hoping she catches your drift. she smirks, nodding profusely. "me neither."
you study her, searching her face for any sign of a lie. when you don't find any, you suppress a smile. suddenly shy, you focus on not burning your fingers on the joint, nearly gone.
you stay sitting there long after the joint is gone, and she's stepped on it with her clunky boot. her eyes remain fixed on yours, and you wonder when she got so close.
she seems to realize your proximity at the same time as you, eyes widening as she scans the position. her knuckles are brushing over your thigh now, and she makes no move to step back.
“choso,” you whisper. it's barely audible over the distant party noises, but there nonetheless—taken flight and causing choso to meet your eyes once again, no longer transfixed on running her knuckles over your thigh.
she only hums, still moving her knuckles in small circles over your skin. you take the opportunity to touch, and reach your hand out, barely touching the tips of your fingers to her cheekbone.
you trace the dimly lit contours of her face, unable to differentiate between where your fingers end and her skin begins.
the movement becomes foreign, unfamiliar. your fingers go from her face, to trailing down her neck, to stooping just above her collarbone to where the hoodie begins.
“choso.” you say again. you're aiming for it to be a bit louder, but it comes out strangled and awkward. you pull her closer by her belt loop, dragging her to stand in front of your knees.
your hand remains on her belt loop, the other making its way into her hair. she leans in slightly, and she's so close. all it would take is for you to lean forward a few inches…
your breath catches as her hands fall on the sides of your thighs to steady herself, and you can feel her breath on your lips—you can't get enough.
just when you think you'll die if she doesn't just do something, her lips are tentatively pressing against yours. it's small at first, a small brush of lips.
you rock forward slightly, looking for more, and her grip on your thighs tightens. a gasp falls from your lips before you can stop it, breath stuttering.
her thumb falls just above your upper lip, tracing the line of your mouth gently. moving from your upper lip to your bottom lip, pressing down slightly, your senses are overwhelmed by the scent of weed on her fingers.
your lips stay this way for what feels like an eternity, just breathing each other in, before she finally tilts her head and your lips are connecting.
you sigh into her mouth, and her lips absorb it. her thumbs rub circles into your thighs, and your hands move to the back of her neck.
it deepens almost immediately, her insatiable touch lighting your entire body on fire. her tongue flicks against your bottom lip, and you immediately part your lips for her.
your hands make their way into her hair, tugging slightly and rising a whimper out of her, the sound indelibly marking your head.
you've only known her for a couple of hours, give or take, and she's already laying roots deep within you. how can you expect to be touched by anyone else in favor of choso's gentleness?
her hands trail down your thighs, resting on your knees and pushing them open to make room for herself to stand between your legs. you let out a strangled noise, tugging on her hair harder yet and causing her to whine.
your tongue slips past choso's lips, trying to taste every little noise and gasp she's letting out. holy shit, she's perfect. your senses are overwhelmed with how much you need more of her.
of course, it's then that f/n’s bitchass decides to find you. “y/n, where have you been, i've been looking…wait…EW MOTHERFUCKER, EW!” he exclaims, and you break away to see him covering his eyes. you're at a loss for words, still catching your breath.
it doesn't help that you're high as fuck still, struggling to keep your eyes open, and craving choso's touch.
you're already mourning the loss of it, her having pulled away the second she realized his presence. it took both of you longer than you'd like to admit
“ugh…f/n! way to ruin the moment!” you exclaim, voice low as you hop off the rail, swaying slightly. choso grabs your waist to steady you, as if she's not just as high as you.
“ruin the…ruin the moment? hbf/n is asleep in the car! i've been looking for you for twenty minutes!” he shouts, arms waving wildly.
you check your phone and sure enough, there's, like, twenty missed calls and texts—all from f/n. you turn to choso. “i have to go, i'm sorry. do you have a number or…”
she begins rubbing the back of her neck. “about that. i don't have mine memorized. do you have anything to write with?” she asks.
you roll your eyes, nodding anyways. after a few seconds of shuffling as you search for your pen in a smaller pocket of your purse, you produce one.
“i don't have anything to write on…let me see your arm,” you demand. you see choso smile goofily in the corner of your eye as she rolls her sleeve up.
you recite your phone number under your breath as you write it sloppily across her arm, hoping she'll be able to decipher it later.
“bye, y/n.” choso says, eyes glazed with a distinct want that wasn't there before. “goodnight choso,” you whisper, leaning in and planting a kiss on her cheek. while you're in that general area, you stand on your tip toes to get closer to her ear. “you better call me.”
she nods, breathless, as you walk over to f/n and join him. you look back once to see her smiling after you, and you return the smile, knowing you look goofy as fuck.
the car ride back is a blur. you know f/n is asking what happened, demanding to know how you ended up making out with his plug. you sigh, promising to give him a full debrief in the morning.
you think of choso throughout the rest of your night—as you say hi to your cat, shower, brush your teeth, climb into bed, and snuggle a pillow. you can hardly contain your excitement at the idea of seeing her again. you'll hunt her down if need be.
