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Synopsis: Giselle's used to parties. She obviously enjoys drinking, smoking and singing with her friends. Although lately it seems like everything’s so boring… all the same, every weekend. Same place, same people, same music. That was, of course, before you showed up, all bored and irritated. Now, she has just the perfect source of entertainment for the night.
Warnings: use of substances. nsfw. smut. humiliation.
Word count: 4.4k
Notes: me to myself: “i’m gna write a y/n that is so oblivious. that makes no SENSE—” anyway smokers pls don’t get offended i js wanted to try writing smth different with a mc that was insufferable with 0 common sense
You hated many things. Crowded places, sweaty people, cheap drinks— like the one in your hand, nicotine... Most importantly, you absolutely despised drunk idiots who thought everything was hilarious.
Unfortunately, your cousin thought quite the opposite.
Ningning was eager to live her life to the fullest. She insisted on attending every social gathering, university event, and disgusting party in questionable places located hours away from your hometown.
Like all the others who thrived on such frivolous things, she was stupid; Naive, sinful, and so utterly dumb, eager to fill a space in her chest with a temporary thrill that would never provide the solution she truly needed.
It was your duty to guide her towards a clearer sense of mind. As her childhood friend and community sister, you'd never have her get into those sketchy situations alone.
You were always there, making sure her drunken self went home safely and lecturing Ningning on how stupid this rebellious, promiscuous phase of hers was. If only she were able to see past her desperate attempts to get attention and validation. Yizhuo’s pleas for help were pathetic, utterly shameful. She needed to get over this need of hers quickly; your patience was wearing thin— you wouldn't put up with her tantrums much longer.
Unfortunately, you feared such a sense of consciousness was only acquired through time and experience. Someday, she'd be mature enough to be embarrassed about such a dark era.
Meanwhile, you'd join Ningning in such awful places to make sure she wasn't being too reckless. Always disappointed, judgemental, and superior, but there for her nonetheless.
There was very little you wouldn't do for your cousin, within your own beliefs and limitations. She knew that. The two of you had practically shared the same womb, after all, being best friends ever since birth in the small, tight-knit community you've spent your life in.
Like every other weekend, you found yourself accompanying Ningning to another house party, located in the outskirts of town. The house was pretty decent, even though its neighborhood was dangerous and not at all aesthetically pleasing to look at.
Low-quality music blasted everywhere, vibrations echoing through your chest as you frown at the huge music speaker in the center of the house’s open area. Most people hung around the pool, swimming, playing, dancing, or being obnoxiously loud like this was the peak of their lives. Still, you'd rather look at their ugly faces than at the couples who made sure to swallow each other in public so everyone would witness.
They were all superficial, pitiful people who grossed you out.
“Hi, Y/n!” Ningning screamed, bumping into you. Although she was small and light, catching you by surprise made holding her by the shoulders difficult, so she wouldn't fall face off on the ground. Not that she realized, still jumping up and down excitedly. “Are you drunk?”
Cheap liquor didn't impress you. If only, the drink you held on your hands tasted like cleaning products. It took some good effort to gulp down your throat.
“No.” You frowned at your second cup of the night, unimpressed. “This thing tastes like shit.”
“Cool! I'm not drunk either. I'm totally cool.” Her movements were almost theatrical, explaining herself even though you didn't ask. Pointing at a random girl behind her, Ning added. “I'm going to be here, with… uhm, her. Okay? Where will you be?”
“Around.” Ningning's laughing fit grew stronger as she realized she had forgotten her poor hookup’s name, oblivious to how you didn't follow. “Stay where I can see you.”
Ningning's flushed face glowed even with the random lighting. An angelical being, she was— with hazy eyes, plump lips, and an easy smile. Your cousin always shines like a beacon, claiming attention almost as much as she attracts it.
Pure people, like you and her, shouldn't attend such dirty, disgusting places.
Yizhuo's clumsy hands gathered your cup and made sure to get it empty it in one go, shivering as the liquid burned down her throat. If not for you, she would get it from someone else, so you allowed it without further complaints.
Still icked from the awful taste, she smirked, squeezing your arm before walking away. “Yes, Mom.”
Yizhuo was so high on audacity, subtly mocking you as if she wasn't the pathetic one. Disregarding the older girl, you rolled your eyes, searching for a place to wait until she was done fucking around so you'll finally go home.
Patience has never been your main virtue. You were rotten of soul— a hater in its true sense. How were you supposed to act any different, when everyone was so annoying all the time?
Other than loud, drunken idiots, there was only one other thing you despised even more: smokers. The smell of nicotine invaded your nostrils and did nothing but irritate your lungs and impregnate your hair, making sure you’d carry such an awful smell for many hours further.
Naturally, the couch area was infested by them. You ended up taking a seat anyway; being trapped in a room full of stoners would only add to the endless things that have been grossing you out ever since you arrived.
There wasn't much to do. You couldn't text anyone— you and your friends were still under a rigorous curfew despite being of age; working and attending university for years, now. They were all asleep, safe and comfortable in the comfort of their homes. With Ningning lost in her carnal desires, you were left bored and irritated, looking around and counting the seconds until you'd return home.
“Do you want me to turn off the AC?” A gravelly, warm voice breathed in your ear, definitely too close to your liking. The girl watching you with stoned eyes was undeniably pretty, with orange—pinkish? Hair and big eyes.
Too bad she was also one of the rotten ones, resting a blunt in her hands like all the others.
You turned to her, leaning on the sofa to get some distance. “Excuse me?”
“Do you want me to turn off the AC, angel?” She repeated herself so casually, unbothered by your crossed arms, rigid posture, and disgusted pout. Instead, she pointed at your outfit. “You seem cold.”
Ningning was always big on losing stuff after getting drunk, so it was no surprise when she launched her jacket at you, the moment she fetched herself something to drink. You didn't mind; you were often colder than most, so the extra layer was a warm welcome on the breezy night.
You wrapped your jacket around yourself, rolling your eyes to suppress a shiver. The stranger, splashed occupying two seats on the biggest cushion, tilted her head before inhaling more smoke. Certainly studying, judging you with a faint smirk and critical, obnoxious eyes who observed your movements from head to toe.
You didn't wish to be perceived by any of the losers present, let alone this one.
“I'm good, thanks.” You muttered, sinking further onto your seat as some other guy squeezed his way onto the packed couch.
At least she was decent enough not to blow smoke onto your face, hitting her blunt to the other side instead, before adding, “Aeri.”
"What?"
“You said 'thanks'.” She explained, unfazed by the sharpness in your voice. Instead, Aeri spoke slowly, perhaps because of the substance's effects, but it annoyed you nonetheless. “Usually, the name of the person you’re thanking comes right after the thanks. So you'd say: ‘Thanks, Aeri.”
Unlike her, you weren't stupid; there was no need for her to explain things to you like a child. Did she not realize you weren't looking for a conversation?
It wasn't hard to miss, with the way you kept looking elsewhere and humming instead of paying her any attention. And it isn’t like she did anything to deserve it, anyway.
Aeri hummed, leaning back again to whisper, “And what would your name be, little angel?”
Going out with a white baby T-shirt and a white skirt had certainly been a choice. Ningning rang on your doorbell just as you were getting ready for a date, urging you out of the house before you had even canceled it. While it was perfect for a walk around in the movies, it made you stand out too much in the darkened place.
The quicker you answered, the quicker she'd leave you away. Mindlessly, you muttered. “Yizhuo.”
Ningning was most certainly out there giving so much of herself around. She wouldn't mind having her surname borrowed for a few hours. There was no way you were sharing any personal information with Aeri, whose jawline alone could cut half of the curious eavesdroppers' ears off.
You've been warned about people like her: demons of the night, who'd obsess over something until it was ruined. Rotten, influential people who sponsored illegal fights, drugs, and drifts to make money and incite chaos around.
Based on the way she held herself and how people acted around her, it was clear that Aeri was at least something related to that. It was hard to not stumble upon any of them, in the places Ningning insisted on hanging around.
She lifted her brows. “Surname basis?”
“Oh, so you do have a few neurons left, after all.” You smirked back, crossing your arms over your chest.
Aeri was unbothered by your lack of enthusiasm. She merely shrugged, too high on dopamine to mind. She offered you her joint and you pushed her arm away, rolling your eyes. Not once did her devilish smoke cloud cease, surrounding her confident frame in an ethereal, ghostly aura. She didn't seem real.
And from the way she kept staring, you figured neither did you.
“Do you think you're superior, Yizhuo?” She blew the steam away, with a low, husky tone that made you shiver. No matter how much you shrinked under the cramped couch, she was still too close to your liking. “This little stuck-up act of yours will get you in trouble someday, angel...”
At least she gave good advice. Being lectured to keep your thoughts to yourself was part of your routine. Not that you could help it: you've always been too expressive, especially when something was pissing you off. And being trapped at a crappy place, with pathetic people for at least another two hours was surely something.
You should retreat. Aeri reeked of trouble— defying her would attune her curiosity, something you were not looking forward to. Acting like a smart ass surely wouldn't make her leave you alone.
Unfortunately, you were too stubborn to cower. Eyeing her frazzled, faded strawberry-blonde hair, you muttered, “The only thing I think is that you are in desperate need of a hairdresser, Aeri."
Aeri laughed, hard and genuinely, attracting even more attention as you squirmed under your seat, fighting a smirk yourself. Despite claiming to read people easily, this girl's reactions were always the opposite you’d anticipated. At first glance, you thought of her as someone obnoxious, bored, and easily irritated. Instead, you stared at a smooth-talking, chill girl who smiled at you like she'd won the jackpot.
If anything, she looked entertained. And you weren’t one for spectacles.
Snatching a new joint from a random person’s hands, Aeri turned to you again. “Try it, then.”
“I don't do things of the impure. Those are reserved for rotten, pathetic people.” You scrunched your nose at the burnt smell hanging around, even though the blunt in Aeri’s fingers hadn’t been lit up yet. “Nor do I need to prove you anything. I'll pass.”
Time seemed to pass faster the longer you talked to the mysterious girl. Only for that, you continued. And perhaps also because her big, blue eyes were as alluring as they were disturbing.
She definitely needed better contacts.
Aeri's presence alone was infuriating. The sickening scent of her perfume mixed with nicotine, weed, and alcohol made you dizzy, dripping with annoyance, disgust, and curiosity.
“Oh, but you do.” She spoke slowly, deliberately. No louder than a murmur, forcing you to pay extra attention to grasp her words amidst the noisy place. “You love to prove others wrong, don't you?It's certainly an accomplishment, being right all the time.” Lighting it up, she shrugged, “If you’re as superior as your little stuck-up ass claims to be, it won't make you feel anything anyway. Might as well just take it.”
This stupid, self-centered girl thought she had you all figured out. If there was anyone that certain and perceptive about others, it was you. Not Aeri, not anyone else.
Still, her words stung on your pride. Maybe you should allow yourself to be as shallow as others for a moment. Just to rip that easygoing smirk off from the girl’s face, nothing else.
Your hands took the blunt from hers without any care, welcoming the atrocious, vile substances into your lungs as you inhaled the smoke. It was awful— even worse than you imagined. Why did people even do this? Idiots, all of them. The smoke irritates your throat, making it hard not to cough uncontrollably.
Fuck her, for not missing even a blink of yours. You took one puff, then another, just so to prove her stupidity even further.
Aeri grunted, clearly pleased. One of her hands grabbed the back of your neck as the other gently retrieved the joint from between your fingers. “Stunning. And it didn't even hurt, right?” She joked, running her short nails against your jaw. “You’re good at following orders, Yizhuo. How does it feel?”
Bullshit. It did hurt. The smoke burnt down your throat and infiltrated your nostrils, but you didn’t feel much different. Maybe a bit lightheaded, but not slow or stupid like the people around you.
This time, you didn't cower. You simply smiled back at her, answering her with a fake, surprised voice, “Like I've been blessed with the grand knowledge of the universe.” Your smile dropped. “There is nothing to be felt, Aeri.”
She liked the way you pronounced her name. It was harsh, fast, impatient. Were it anyone else, she'd have shown them what it meant to disrespect her. But your little pout was so cute, as was the way you wandered around the party in such a cute outfit, shining like a beacon and so clearly out of place. Pretty, even when you stared at everyone like they were nothing but dust under your shoe, running your hands on your hair as if daring anyone to come close and spare you a word.
Aeri wanted to unravel you, curious to find out what someone so composed and haughty was doing in her place.
Not that it mattered to you. Everything you wished was to let Aeri know how pathetic she was, which you’ve done— you won the nonexistent competition, and there was nothing else to prove.
It takes more than something as horrible to get your pure, angelical soul cracked like those idiots. Regardless of how many times Aeri laughs at your petty answers, instead of being offended. You were superior, even when ruining yourself just like they do just to prove a point.
“Do this: just inhale deeply.” She commanded, after taking a deep hit herself. You didn't know why you obeyed without even questioning. Aeri then blew smoke right into your face, leaving you no choice but to breathe her in. “Just like that, good girl.”
This time, the world felt… light. Without the rational part of your brain working relentlessly, things had a different perspective, different meaning. What was the need of repressing yourself so much?
Your brain was fuzzy, making it hard to reason with your morals. They seemed so stupid, now. And you were so sensitive, both physically and emotionally; it felt wonderful. For a moment, Ningning didn't seem like such a pathetic girl, but more like someone trying to have a bit of fun out of your controlling, repelling community.
And it was fun indeed; much better than dressing a certain way, acting as expected, and thinking of yourself as someone superior to others simply because you fit in perfectly among your friends and superiors.
Maybe you were just as shallow as others. It didn’t matter; for now, there wasn't anyone known to you around. Certainly, you were allowed to let go of everything for a night, a few hours. No one had to know. You wouldn't tell.
And you'd only be intoxicated for so long— which was just the perfect excuse.
Your eyes dropped to Aeri's mouth, so red and inviting. Would she taste like the cigarettes she insisted on smoking? Or like the mint scent impregnated on her skin?
“Aeri?” You murmured, failing to realize your slowed speech. Ignoring the warnings in your head, you leaned in to kiss her. Aeri backed away just enough for your lips not to touch, toying with you with a bright smile. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed her tank top's collar to make sure she wouldn't run away, “You look much hotter with that fucking mouth of yours shut.”
It felt hard to process thoughts or proper orders. Your body was sensitive, and Aeri made sure you felt every bit of her touch. Even though you were the one who made the first move, she dominated the kiss, making sure to explore every corner of your mouth as her hand grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you even closer.
“Beautiful,” She praised, biting your lower lip as she urged you to her lap. Aeri grabbed your thighs, squeezing and carving her nails as you moaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by the girl’s lips. “Beautiful angel. I can't wait to fucking ruin you.”
Every sensation on your body was intensified, and she took some good advantage of it. You felt on fire, burning with such intensity you were sure to explode soon. Thankfully, Aeri didn’t treat you softly by any means.
This girl, this fucking menace was so addicting you couldn't stop kissing her.
You cupped her face, you rocked onto her thigh, urging her fleeting hands to grow closer to the place you ached for. Just a little more to the side…
It would've been wise not to throw yourself all over Aeri in the middle of a crowded living room. However, your self respect had vanished the moment you took that joint from her lips. Like a spell, she was all you could think of: her lean fingers, her skilled mouth, and all the filthy ways you wanted her to use you.
Aeri sucked on your neck, cupping your ass as she urged you up and pushed your panties to the sides. Instead of diving into your dripping, aching cunt, she stopped her fingers and laughed at your desperate squirming.
“Still feeling superior now, Y/n? Moaning like a bitch in front of so many people before I even touch you.” She murmured, delighted as she brushed her knuckles against your pussy.
At least your skirt still covered enough, despite your movements leaving little to the imagination. Not that you cared anyway. Your brain was so fuzzy, the only thing you could think of was Aeri— her touches, your release. Nothing else mattered.
Although her provocation left you pissed enough to stare at her, still moving shamelessly, desperately. “Fuck you, Aeri.”
She laughed so freely that those who were trying hard to not look at the obscenity unraveling couldn’t help but stare, now.
“Oh, Yizhuo.” She smacked her lips, pressing a kiss surprisingly gently on one of your shoulders. “Say it again.”
Pervert.
Two of her fingers invaded your entrance before you could think of a witty response, scissoring inside easily given how wet you were. Lustful moans escaped your lips as you started riding her fingers, allowing Aeri to thrust on your cunt at a hard, fast pace.
“Aeri…” You whined, as her free hand guided your hips up so you'd align with her finger’s movements movements without further effort. She was giving you so much, and it felt so good to be full. But you were greedy; always one to yearn. “More, please. M-more.”
“Fuck, angel,” She moaned, looking down at where her fingers worked on your sex as if she could see through your clothes. The girl grabbed your neck for a kiss, again. Messy, wet and so desperate you run out of air much earlier than usual as her fingers scissored inside your pussy. “You’re so wet. I can feel you clenching all over your fingers. Can't wait to ruin you even more.”
You've never felt like this before. So shameless, humiliated by the desire of reaching your peak. You ached everywhere— extra sensitive, begging to be used.
Each of Aeri's thrusts on your cunt sent electric shocks through your entire body, pressing onto your lower abdomen to create a familiar, tingly sensation that insisted on growing even more desperate as seconds went by. Sensing, your desperation, Aeri's fingers fastened their pace, pressing even harder as you tried hard not to scream.
All it took was a simple flicker of her thumb on your clit and your orgasm hit, white dots dancing in your vision as your entire body trembled with strong waves of pleasure. It felt like your 5th orgasm of the night— a stretch so good you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing else mattered: your sweet release had finally arrived.
Aeri hummed, clearly pleased with herself as she watched you calm down. Her wrist was soaked with your juices, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at the mess you've done with the place, growing red with embarrassment.
Ningning's voice beat you to starting an awkward talk with the pink-haired girl, coming high-pitched from behind your trembling frame. “Y/n?”
You closed your eyes in hopes she'd disappear. When it was clear her presence was still hovering over you, you turned around, asserted by Aeri’s strong grip on your thigh. Holding you close since your legs were still wobbly. “Hello, Ningning. Are you done?”
“Yeah…” She said, alternating her worried stare between Aeri, who sat as if nothing had ever happened, and yourself—gripping onto her shoulder with dear life so you wouldn't fall on the ground. “Do you need help?”
“Why would I need help?” You shot, rolling your eyes in annoyance while Aeri hissed at your nails, digging harshly into her skin. “Stay put.”
With wide eyes, Ningning took a step to reach for you, but you waved her away. There wasn't any chance you'd let her touch your sweaty, burning skin. From the way she gulped, you feared how disheveled you must look. With ruined makeup, tangled hair, and oh, your clothes…
Your pristine, perfect image would never be the same in her eyes. Throughout her entire life, Yizhuo had not once seen a single strand of your hair out of place. It was only natural she’d stare like you've been possessed.
Which you obviously were. Possessed by weed, alcohol, and the devilish girl that stood right next to you.
Aeri had the nerve to smile like her fingers hadn’t been up in your cunt moments prior, humid and still caressing your inner thigh. “So you do have a name, Y/n. A pretty one, might I add. Just as angelical as yourself.”
It took everything on you to not punch her witty face. Instead, you ignored her entirely, sighing once, twice until you were no longer seeing red and your legs were able to function again.
“Well,” You clicked your tongue, distancing yourself from her while trying to fix up your clothes. “Those substances may have altered my sense of mind and made me do insane things based on lust. I was possessed by the evil spirit of weed, obviously. Still, my most insane self was saner than all of you losers around. I've won, of course.”
“Obviously.” Aeri didn't even skip a beat before confirming, not bothering to sound convincing at all. “You're right, my angel.”
Proud to have your point proven, you waved Aeri goodbye and promptly turned around, guiding Ning towards the exit from a safe distance. She didn't matter anymore. It was over, as if it had never happened.
Now, you just had to get rid of the intoxicating, impure substances that clogged your pores and clouded your sanity before sneaking back home.
—
“Are you sure you're okay?” Ningning asked, eyeing you for the nth time as you tried not to fall asleep on the table. She was pissing you off even more than usual, with the amount of questions she blurted as if you owed her any explanations.
Thankfully, you had an enormous hamburger and an extra big set of fries to entertain yourself with. Forcing Ningning to stop at the nearest fast food in your neighborhood before sneaking back home had been your most brilliant idea in ages.
You deserved the treat— for taking care of your cousin, for being superior to everyone in that party by staying perfectly fine and pure even after a few hits of their disgusting blunts… And simply because you were a pretty girl, too.
"I am 100% sure, Yizhuo.” You answered, with a big yawn as you stretched your arms to shake yourself awake. “Would you stop hovering around? It's fucking annoying. Have I ever asked for a report on what you do with those random girls you get lost with at every fucking party we go to? Do I ask what you've drank before holding your fucking hair while you throw up in the bushes? Get a fucking grip and stop being up in my a—”
“Okay!” She cut you off, looking around with an exasperated tone to check if anyone had listened to your rant. So dramatic; you'd barely whispered. “I was just curious, damn! I guess you really are fine, if you're back to bitching around like always.”
You paid her no attention, too busy drowning your food in ketchup to care. “Wonderful! Now, mind your fucking business.” Eyeing her half-eaten fries, you added, “Will you finish those, by the way?”
Ningning pushed her food tray in your direction with no further comments.
"Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment.
"No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me."
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