facedown | plug!choso pt4
pairing: plug!choso x rich depressed f!reader
content: mdni 18+, drug use (tw!), reader is a spoiled rich girl who tries to escape life with drugs, angst, depressed reader, emotionally absent parents, built up tension between reader and choso, slight reader x sukuna, kinda dubious consent (?)
introduction part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
the buzz wears off as you stumble out. it’s the worst feeling you have ever felt in your entire life. the dopamine drop happens insanely fast and your head is having a hard time to process it all.
minutes ago you’d been having the time of your life at choso’s little ‘party’ there, laying under him and letting him devour you until it all slipped away.
now, your pitiful little life is practically raining down on you, pulling you under. choso was right. internally you’re filled with regret now. but it’s not the fact that you took it.. no. it’s worse. you wish, you would’ve taken more so you could’ve felt the sensation even longer. that euphoria, the feeling of just floating in your own bubble..
the walk home feels like eternity. you pass the familiar neighborhood, but right now, it feels like you’re so far away from everything. even the bright street lights seem to be so distant. and when you finally arrive safely? you collapse on your bed instantly, tired of all those negative thoughts filling your head. the night’s still long but exhaustion gets to you, so you end up passed out.
the next morning, sunlight filters in through your not fully closed blinds. normally you’d wake up at least a little hopeful that today could be a better day. but this morning — the sun shining into your face just makes you feel even worse. you didn’t even open your eyes yet but you don’t need to, to recognize the way you feel. you’re miserable. you’ve slept way too long but feel as though you had none.
but life needs to go on. still tired and exhausted from yesterday you slowly blink your eyes open and get up. a look into the mirror shows last nights evidence of what happened: messed up hair, smudged makeup and a…sticky dress. it’s clearly written all over you that you had a wild night.
you get in the shower to clean yourself up, but each minute that passes makes you overthink yesterday’s events. why did you do that? the need for anything to calm down from all the stress must’ve been too urgent for you that you couldn’t wait any longer. gosh..
just like that the day passes. your parents are still upset with you but they didn’t take any notice of what was going on yesterday, assuming you just got sick overnight with a red nose and slow movements. and honestly, today you were too tired to care about them, so you’re glad they barely talked to you. all you could think about is choso. he didn’t message you, didn’t even ask if you arrived home safely. it kind of makes you anxious.. but in the end? he’s just your dealer. talking of that.. he still didn’t supply you with the stash of weed that you so urgently needed and he didn’t even give any updates either.
the missing weed — that must be the reason you can’t concentrate on anything. dissatisfied you stroll through the house, wondering and waiting if choso is still gonna give it to you or not. time passes — no new message from choso, your parents still being upset and slowly you need to return back to reality.
it’s monday now and you feel a bit better, energy slowly returning, less anxious and a bit more like yourself. your parents did calm down but it’s only a matter of time until you upset them again. so now, everything seems like it’s back to normal. except — you didn’t talk to choso yet.
so strolling through university casually feels a bit weird, like somethings off.. or maybe it’s just you overthinking it.
you gather in front of the lecture hall with your friends who are still talking about last weekend and how sad it is that you weren’t there with them. neither do they know where you really were that night. your mind is still stuck on that, zoning out to mentally pass over everything that had happened with choso. somehow you feel like a fool, as if you gave in too easily.
so caught in your thoughts, you barely register all gazes snapping to you and a gasp from one of your friends. you’re only snapped to reality when two big hands wrap around your waist from behind and pull you backwards. you almost stumble but then come to a crashing halt when you hit a broad chest. eyes widening you turn your head around to find— sukuna.
you didn’t notice but your eyes must’ve said it all. you were secretly hoping for it to be choso when you turned around.
“wow, did you hope to see someone else, women?” sukuna chuckles almost amused but his grip on your waist doesn’t falter. though, he sees the slight confusion in your gaze and goes on to explain why he’s here.
“choso sent me,” your eyes widen a bit but sukuna crashes the hopes you’ve had in a mere seconds. “–just to tell you that you can get your stash later.”
wow. what an asshole. not even wondering how you’re doing? and he couldn’t even come himself? clearing your throat, you finally step away from sukuna, not wanting his hands on you any longer. or rather not even at all. “fine, tell him I’ll get it later then,” you sound almost a little pissed but that makes sukuna only smirk mischievously.
“good,” he replies, not letting a chance pass though, and leans forwards to whisper something into your ear. “didn’t think you’d be one to fold that easily under the influence. ‘wouldn’t mind if it’s me next time,” your blood starts boiling under your skin and you turn around to snap at him but.. the 6’3” tall man is looming over you like you’re his prey. instead you just gulp hard and end up staring at him like a mouse frozen in place. he enjoys the view for some more but then gives you the space you definitely needed, stepping away satisfied with himself. “don’t let choso wait too long,” is all he says before disappearing just the way he came.
sukuna is even an bigger asshole than choso. but for the latter, you are definitely gonna let him wait extra long.
satisfied that you kept your word to yourself you sit at home, watching the sunset and nightfall. it’s not long until you hear your phone buzz with a new notification and the screen lighting up shows a text message from choso.
you scoff. seriously? he can’t even type out a single sentence? you wonder if you should let him wait some more just because of that or if you should ignore him entirely. though, more text messages come in.
hmm, possessive much. this makes you actually open the chat and type out a reply just to go on his nerves.
your message gets marked as ‘seen’ instantly but no reply comes in. the little dots that choso is typing keep appearing and disappearing again. then- your phone rings.
*incoming call from choso*
oh. you take a second to mentally prepare and then slide the green accept button over to listen for his voice.
choso audibly takes in a deep breath and clears his throat before speaking, “you want to explain what’s up with that little attitude of yours, mh?”
his deep voice makes a shiver run down your spine and you have to bite your lip to refrain from screaming. he definitely hits nerves with that voice.
“–I’m waiting,” he sounds a little impatient now.
finally you gather yourself and speak up more or less confident, trying not to giggle. “I think you’re the sassy one.”
it’s quiet for a second and you need to take a look at the phone screen to confirm that the call is still ongoing.
finally he answers and you open your mouth to repeat what you said in case he didn’t hear it the first time but he interrupts you.
“i heard what you said,” a low exhale and he speaks up again. “if you don’t want the weed I’ll just give it to someone else.”
that hits another nerve and you sit upright in bed, “no–“
“–then get your pretty ass here.”
choso hangs up and you stare down at your screen with an open mouth. *call ended*
panicked that he is actually going to sell it to someone else, you get up in a rush, head spinning from how fast you were moving. you did want to go on choso’s nerves –yea. but not like that.
no time for fashion now, you pull on a lazy outfit (which exists out of sweatpants and an oversized shirt) and grab one of your designer bags. you throw in some cash, your phone and your keys. then — almost as if practiced a thousand times — you sneak out of your room, down the stairway and the hallway. finally outside, you walk towards the main street and wave an bypassing cab to you. when you arrive at the frat house only 10 minutes have passed since choso hung up on you. it’s already late but of course in the frat house everyone’s still awake, judging by the lights being on in almost every room.
you stride in, walking down the hallway like you own the place and obviously everyone's staring. for multiple reasons. 1) girls don't usually come here without being invited 2) that’s probably like the fourth time you appeared here now within a week. and 3) you’re usually some kind of fashion queen when you appear anywhere but not this time (except from your makeup still on point of course).
confident you ignore the whistles and make your way towards choso's room. but.. every step closer to your goal makes you slow down. you’re nervous. you just haven’t realized that before. It’s the first time you’re gonna see him.. after what happened at his place last time. standing in front of his dorm room, you take in a deep breath and exhale slowly, then knock.
inside you hear someone step closer to the door and a few seconds of rustling pass. when it opens up the smell of weed hits you instantly and a big cloud of smoke escapes into the hall. you cough a little as you didn’t expect that but there’s no time for you to say anything because you get yanked inside so fast you can’t even protest. you stumble into the smoke filled room. led lights dip it into a soft purple and music plays in the background. you can hear choso laughing with his friends, so you turn around confused— just to see someone who is not choso closing the door again. said person shoves a towel back in front of it, probably to keep the smoke from drifting into the hallway.
then, finally he turns to you. sukuna.
“were you gonna stand outside there all day long?” his voice rings out but you can only blink up at him surprised. you didn’t even notice he was the one yanking you in. god you’re somewhere else with your thoughts. you clear your throat to reply, but your voice seems to come out much quieter than you intended it to.
“i’m inside now, aren’t I?”
sukuna looks down at you, stepping closer and closer towards you in the small entryway you two are standing in. he’s looking down at you like he is the one owning you and you can tell he’s satisfied that you’re a little too intimidated to move away.
“careful – if you’re too sassy, you might get thrown out again,” he smirks, his hand drops to your lower back and he nudges you closer towards him. the voices in the background still ring through the room, choso and his friends gathered on the couch just around the corner. you look up at sukuna with wide eyes who is staring you down and keeps nudging you closer and closer until-
your head snaps to the side and finally his hand drops. you take a deep breath, freed from your trance and step away. as you turn around, choso is there, eyeing you both already and your stomach does that weird flip thing.
sukuna just pushes past you without another word and exchanges glances with choso before he strides back into the room. so now you’re kind of left alone with choso. well, the others are around the corner but still..
finally you break the silence with a nervous greeting.
choso replies with a nonchalant “hey” and doesn’t say anything else, just eyes you. subconsciously you hold your breath, waiting for what’s to come next. after a while his shoulders relax as if he’d been holding his breath too. “you’re good, right?”
the question kind of catches you off guard but you nod, “yea- i’m fine-”. it’s not like you’re not. after all you feel good right now. and to be honest, choso is probably not that kind of guy for venting about how shitty you felt after taking the drugs a few days ago.
he watches you for a moment but apparently you seem fine enough from the looks. so he steps closer again, brings his arm down around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer until you’re pressed flush against him.
you suck in a sharp breath that you were holding and that does it for him. he crushes his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, his free hand tangling into your hair and slightly tilts your head to the side for better access. you gasp into the kiss surprised which he just uses to his advantage and slides his tongue into your mouth. he devours you as though he’d somehow missed you badly and you have a hard time keeping up with him. you even end up pressed against the wall. but before it gets totally out of hand, he let’s go, leaving you all flushed.
“come on, I got the weed for you,” with that he leads you towards his room and gestures for you to sit down. so you do exactly that, sitting on the couch next to his other friends who all kindly greet you (except sukuna who just smirks at you like an idiot). you nervously wave a 'hi' and sit on the opposite end, leaving a bit of space between everyone. you recognize some familiar faces.. but you don’t really wanna think about what they saw last time. some stare but you try to ignore it, just waiting for choso.
while waiting you notice what’s been going on here the whole time. they are all smoking weed with the windows closed, hot-boxing. it’s a bit difficult with an open room like that but not impossible. so it doesn’t take long for you to feel the effects of it too.
after a while choso returns too and sees you slumped into his couch relaxed. he hands you the supply which you gladly take and give him the money in return.
you planned to leave after getting what you needed. but now you’re getting way too comfortable slumped into his couch and even laugh a little with him.. yea.. mission failed.
the night passes and it’s getting way too late already. you should get going before your parents eventually find out you’re not home. but you’re way too comfortable right now, sharing a blunt with choso while laying in his arms. but slowly all his friends seem to disappear too. one after one. which makes you only.. three left. you, choso and.. sukuna. great...
you keep on staring him down, the high relaxing you, but still you wonder if he could just.. piss off.
“you wanna stare at me all night?”
he breaks the comfortable silence you all were in.
“i just wish you weren’t here,” you mumble it but loud enough for him to hear. he scoffs, not upset but like he can’t believe someone would say that to him. even choso needs to laugh a little at that.
your obvious insult makes sukuna sit up straighter, slowly running a hand through his hair as if thinking something through. then, his gaze meets choso's and he speaks up again, but this time not to you.
“pretty sassy ain’t she?”
choso hums in agreement, “pretty much, yea.”
surprised you look up at choso, then towards sukuna again who seems satisfied with that answer and suddenly gets up from the other end of the couch. dangerously slow, he makes his way over towards you and in response you sit up a little straighter. choso on the other hand does watch but stays relaxed behind you, smoking his blunt unhurriedly.
sukuna plops down on the couch right next to you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“if you keep on acting like a brat, maybe we should teach you some manners?”
goosebumps raise on your skin and you’re not sure how to reply to that. your mouth is slightly open and a little nervous you scoot closer to choso. choso notices the tension in your shoulders and sits up straighter too. then he reaches towards the couch table to set down the blunt he had been smoking to give his full attention to you.
“relax,” choso whispers into your ear and runs his hands over your body from behind, ghosting over your waist and hips.
“yeah, calm down a little, pretty, I ain’t gonna bite,” sukuna chuckles deeply and moves closer, reaching out to pull you closer. you crash against his chest with a gasp and choso? his hands move lower to make room for sukuna's, pressing his own body closer against yours from behind too. basically caging you between them. your breath quickens and you’re not quite sure how to react to that situation, a little anxious by sukuna's presence. you’re about to protest but choso’s hands finds it’s way inside your sweatpants, stopping just short from your underwear.
heat shoots between your legs as his hands trail further and your breath hitches under the touch. you don’t reply, senses too clouded and subconsciously grip on to the next thing under your hands — sukuna’s shirt. the latter laughs deeply, a little amused at how fast you fold under choso's touch. though he doesn’t judge, if anything he is a little jealous.
“still here with me, sweetheart?” choso leans down to whisper into your ear, emphasizing his question with a little squeeze of your hips.
caged in between the two men you only manage a nod but it’s enough of an answer. impatient, choso’s hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing over your clothed cunt. you can’t help the little moan that escapes your mouth and the way your legs start to tremble already.
sukuna’s hold on you tightens, pulling your upper body impossibly closer against his, your boobs already pressing against his muscular chest. his hands trail over you almost soothing, but still possessive, testing out how far he can go. there’s no protesting from your side because you’re way too busy whimpering against his chest while choso works you up, drenching your underwear within minutes.
you get pretty flustered, definitely not as confident as you were last time with cocaine running through your blood system. you try to relax again but it’s damn hard when there’s two intimidating men on either side of you. and when you catch sukuna’s hungry stare? you try to look anywhere except into his face. but he tilts your chin up, forcing you to hold eye contact.
“where’d that attitude of yours run to?” unsure what to say, you don’t reply, the air thickening slowly.
choso notices you’re tense, hands slipping out of your sweatpants and turning you around to inspect you himself, “what’s wrong?”
about to reply, sukuna already chimes in, “think she needs some of the good stuff to calm down.”
both your gazes snap to sukuna again.
“i don’t think that’s what she needs right n-“
you interrupt choso who was about to say no because right now? you think that’s exactly what you need. you don’t want this moment to stop but you don’t know how to enjoy it otherwise.
choso though, he raises an eyebrow, serious. “you are unbelievable,” to sukuna.
he doesn’t seem amused by that idea and an argument between those two starts. they talk over you as if you’re not even part of the conversation, arguing what’s best for you right now. not coming to an conclusion, sukuna ends up leaving pissed.
now it’s only you and choso left. he seems to relax now that sukuna left and steps closer again, pulling you against him. obviously thinking of continuing the little session with only you two now.
but for you, the mood’s ruined. you slightly shove him away, getting up from the couch a little upset yourself.
choso scoffs, running a hand through his hair, “seriously? i thought you were uncomfortable and i just tried to stand up for you.”
crossing your arms, you look down at him and try to sound decent but in the end it still comes out entitled and arrogant.
“what he suggested was a good idea and you act like i’m not even part of that talk–“
“last time was just an exception, don’t ask me for that shit agai–“
it doesn’t take long for both your different opinions to turn into a full blown argument, forth and back. choso doesn’t want to give any more of that stuff to you, arguing that it’s too addicting and will fuck up your life. but you insist on being able to choose for yourself, that it’s none of his business since you are the one paying him. both of you mad, you grab your bag and the weed he’d sold to you earlier just to storm out of his room.
visibly upset you rush down the hallway, just wanting to get home. the night air hits you hard as you didn’t even take a jacket with you but you couldn’t care less.
outside the building, still high, you fumble one of the blunts out that choso packed you. gladly you snitched one of his fire things to light it up and bring it to your lips. inhaling deeply, you finally relax, shoulders slumping like you needed that extra high now.
the way home goes faster than you thought it would. when you arrive you throw the half smoked blunt somewhere on the pathway to erase from any evidence. well.. if the smell and your eyes aren’t evidence enough. but when you sneak in your parents still seem to be asleep because everything's pretty quiet. a glance to your phone shows that it’s already 3 am so no wonder. you got enough time to get rid of everything that might even hint at you being out at night and taking drugs.
if it wasn’t for you directly falling into bed and dozing off..
it’s early when the sound of heavy footsteps awakens you. still sleepy, you blink your eyes open and see your alarm clock reading ‘5:03 am’. then, your gaze falls to the open door where your father is standing with crossed arms, right now still acting calm but he seems.. upset. not really registering why he is standing in your room that early you just look at him dumbfounded, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
you don’t realize at first but he does. you’re still high, eyes bloodshot, clothes reeking due to the disgusting smell of weed. slightly smudged makeup on your face and crumbled clothes on you expose that you haven’t been.. well, where you should’ve been at night.
it’s quiet before the storm but then the yelling erupts.
“where the hell have you been?! and what the hell is that??” your dad throws a small package with freshly rolled blunts on the bed in front of you. eyes widening, you realize that it must’ve fallen out of your bag while sneaking in earlier and you didn’t notice. as bad as that already looks, one glance at the mirror makes you realize – you’re fucked. there’s no excuse possible you could have for that.
in defense you get up and try to somehow still explain yourself but it’s too late. your mum comes rushing in too because she heard your father scream, and the image of what she’s seeing is enough for her to crash out. she slaps you across the face and you stumble back in shock. your parents have never ever hit you and you didn’t think they were capable of that even if you do get on their nerves damn often. holding your cheek, still not registering what the hell is happening (and still high) you let the screaming wash over you, only picking up half of what they yell.
your mum throws empty threats into the room like always but it’s not until she grabs your purse and takes out the credit cards and leftover cash that you had, that you snap back into reality.
“what are you doing??” you shoot up, wanting to grab the purse but your mum pulls it away, taking out ‘your’ belongings.
“you’ll get that back when you know how to behave! i’m not going to let you spend our money on any of that nonsense!” she points at the weed still laying there. “and that–,“ she grabs the package, “–we don’t want to see you doing anything like that ever again!”
you watch speechless as she takes both the weed and all your money away. they keep on lecturing you about how bad drug consumption is but you barely listen, your thoughts somewhere else. what the hell are you going to do without it now?
the yelling goes on and on, zoned out, you barely register your phone lighting up on the nightstand with a new notification. but when it buzzes again, you slightly look over, reading the new messages on your lock screen.
choso:
fine, you’ll get it.
choso:
just one condition.
'how the fuck am I going to pay for that now?' is all you can think about.
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