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A guide to getting kidnapped and escaping 101

Chapter 1: The Schrödinger's Kat

Prologue

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in closer towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat."

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

Pairing: afab! Psychologist! Reader x Bang Chan

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, slow burn, comedy (an attempt was made)

Summary: You are a fairly renowned psychologist and therapist but definitely not renowned enough to be getting kidnapped in the middle of the night. Is it one of your past patients with a criminal record? You don't know what the kidnapper wants but now you finally find out.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

"Going somewhere doc?"

"Um no?" You try to lie. It was like your brain had turned into mush now that you were face to face with this scary unknown man.

He sighed deeply at your poor attempt at lying. "Please follow me." He said to you politely and started going into the direction you had come from. He didn't even turn once to see if you were following or not. You could try to run away but you doubted it would be useful in any way. So your best bet for now was to follow him. You saw as he removed his blood stained gloves swiftly and just dropped them on a table in the hallway, seemingly not bothered at all by the fact that he was staining the table in the process too. After many turns and taking a fucking lift to the 3rd floor, you finally reached the apparent destination as he opened a door and stepped to the side. "After you." He bowed lightly.

You stepped in to see the huge room. From the walls to the furniture, everything was the darkest shade of black. It had a huge glass window through which you could see the view of the city. The room was designed like an office of a rich ceo or something. A black table in the middle. With chairs on both sides. And a bookcase on the wall parallel to the window. It definitely did not have the kind of books you'd read because you could see a thick file with the word 'contracts' stamped on it with red. Another one was labeled as '0325 blueprints' with a black sharpie in messy handwriting.

That was all your eyes could take in before he cleared his throat and gestured for you to sit on a chair and took a seat behind the desk. "I apologise for staining your shirt. I'll have your clothes delivered to you soon." He said while folding his jacket's sleeves till his elbows. And oh his hands are very veiny for some reason.

"Uh... my clothes?" You ask in perplexity. Talking about clothes though, you notice he's wearing a black jacket with a red rose on it over his plain black shirt. You are just grateful his clothes aren't splashed with blood now.

"Oh right. I'm sure you would have many questions." No shit sherlock. "Please ask away whatever you want. I'll try my best to answer as long as the questions are appropriate." Appropriate? What did he think you were gonna question him about? His love life? Egoistical bastard. You wanted to roll your eyes but you would rather not test him for now.

"So... who are you?" The most important question. And the first one you asked your clients, although you had their information files with you. Oh how you wished you could have his information file.

"You can call me Chris." He answered with a slight and what you could only call proud smile. Did this guy really think he gave you a good answer? This was not some introductions meeting, you wanted to know what he did. Guess you'll have to be straight forward with him. Afterall he did say you could ask anything.

"What... work do you do?" You make sure to not say anything he might find offensive. Because you should be worrying about such a thing after seeing him literally splattered with blood.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. It's... confidential, let's just say." Yeah you kind of knew he wouldn't tell you about him possibly committing murders just yet.

"Fine. Why am I here?"

"To cure me." He says while fidgeting with the two silver chain bracelets he's wearing on his wrists.

"Of what?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Uh I- I think I might be, and I don't know for sure of course, um going crazy." He mumbled nervously, a contradiction from the way he appeared in front of his men.

Now that interested you. Okay so maybe you were writing a potentially illegal research paper on criminals and their psychology but you couldn't agree to this, right? You did have access to talk to a handful of criminals but always under the surveillance of a camera with guards there. You couldn't ask the questions you wanted to. Not without raising suspicions about if you, yourself were a bit crazy. Plus he didn't look too threatening now that he wasn't covered in blood. And what will he even get out of hurting or murdering you? Atleast he wasn't one of the psychopaths whom you had reported to be sent in an asylum and he screamed "I'll kill you one day" and a bunch of other stuff you didn't wish to remember again as he was dragged away by the guards. And it wasn't like this man was hard to look at. Yes pretty privilege and the halo effect were very much really. You were a mere human afterall.

"That still doesn't explain why I'm here." You knew exactly why you were here by now but hearing what he had to say wouldn't hurt.

"Aren't you a doctor specifically for that?" He asked as if you were dumb. Maybe he was thinking you were stupid. Which is great. You don't want him thinking or rather, knowing that you're too smart, too soon.

"So... you need help?" You ask as if you are still confused.

"Whatever way you wanna put it I guess." So he couldn't even accept the fact that he needed help yet. Great.

"And you couldn't come to the hospital I work at like a normal person for that?"

"What do you think?" He raises an eyebrow and you have to accept he looks ridiculously attractive while doing so. Get it together, you scold yourself. "Look I can't tell you what it is that I do. But I think you're smart enough to know it's not something that allows me to just walk into government owned institutions." Oh you knew.

"I don't see how that's my problem? You couldn't find a private therapist or something?" Now this is something you hadn't actually figured out yet. Surely just hiring a private psychologist would be lot easier than whatever he was doing.

"Unfortunately for you and fortuantely for me, I don't settle for anything less than the best. And no private people were as qualified as you." Oh?

"How do you even know that?" You ask, now in actual confusion.

"A friend of mine attended your seminar on psychodynamic theory last year and he was thoroughly impressed by you. He was actually the one who reccomended you." Okay what the fuck? Only top detectives and goverment officers were allowed to attend that event as you had to go through some truly disturbing and stomach churning cases to explain your points. How did he even have friends there?

"How lucky for me." You remark sarcastically.

"I know this might be a difficult situation for you to adjust to and I'm deeply sorry for that. But please understand that there was no other way." He explains while brushing his dark hair out of his face.

"Oh sure, as if you couldn't just, I don't know drop by my home for a few sessions? Why do I have to be held captive to help you!?" Now you have to put your 2 years of being in drama club in high school to good use. You have to let him think you are just so distressed by this situation, as any normal person would be.

"What? No, no. You're not 'held captive' as you put it. I just needed to get you under my protection if I wanted to do this." Just as you think this man can't surprise you anymore, he says something that makes no sense in the image you are trying to put together of him.

"Why?"

"You don't think I've got people who are just dying to know my secrets that no one else does and the ones you'll get to know soon enough? They can kidnap you and not with the intention of getting... 'help', but with the intention of hurting you, unlike me. And I can't let that happen just because I'm an idiot who thinks there's something wrong with me." As soon as you heard the sentence "that no else does and the ones you'll get to know" your brain was overflowing with serotonin. In a world where everything was already discovered and no one kept secrets from you anymore, this sounded like the best reward you could get after hearing people's mediocre stories about their trust issues because that one boy broke their heart in 5th grade.

"'Think'? I haven't even talked to you that much yet and I already know there's a lot wrong with you. You don't think you can just murder people or do whatever it is that you do and live with a healthy conscience do you?" The fact that he "thought" there was something wrong with him was laughable at the best and downright sad at the worst.

He sighed again. "Right. But I want you to know that I'm not gonna force you to do this. If you don't want to do this, you're free to go. I mean you'll definitely need atleast a month of protection by my men because I know the news of you being here would've already reached to my... rivals, let's just put it that way."

"That reminds me, care to tell me how long have I been here for?"

He looks at his expensive looking watch before answering. "Somewhere between 20 to 22 hours." So it hadn't even been a day yet and his 'rivals' already knew about you being here? Just who was this man? He was like a messily wrapped present flowing wtih intrigue and enigma. So there was only one right answer at this point right?

"Kat and Nemo." You say, finally telling him the decision you made a while ago.

"Huh?"

"My pets. Get them here as soon as you can. They haven't eaten all day today, Oh my God."

"So- wait- does- does that mean you're doing this?" He asks in disbelief.

"No I just want to leave my pets here." You roll your eyes. "Of course, are you really that dense? And while you're at it, get my phone and laptop too." You could finally talk to him freely now that he had said he wouldn't hurt you... you think.

"Oh sorry I just still can't believe you agreed and-" he says incredulously.

"I'm sure we can talk later after you get my pets here." You get up to go to whatever room it was you were in.

"Where are you going?" He questions, standing up too.

"Back to that dungeon." You turn back to look at him.

"It's not a dungeon okay. If you don't like it, you can have another room." He stands right in front you.

"Fine then let me stay in your room." Yes he was hot but that wasn't the reason okay. Atleast not the only one. Maybe you would be able to study him more if you spent more time with him. For research, of course.

"What?" He asked dumbfoundedly. You were sure if he was drinking something right now, he would've choked.

"You heard me."

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in very close towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat." He whispers to you. So afterall he wasn't as dumb to not figure out your motivations yet. Yeah you didn't really do good in the drama club anyways.

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

"Unfortunately nothing that is killed ever comes back to life." He says as if he's experienced it himself.

"Schrödinger's cat." You reply and watch his brows furrow. Of course he wouldn't know what that means.

"What does that mean?" He squints his eyes.

"Maybe I'll tell you some day." You shrug.

He rolls his eyes at that. "I'll send the contract to your room. Read it before signing." Wow so now you'll have to sign a contract? As if things couldn't get any more weird.

You were willing to do anything to unwrap the messily wrapped present that 'Chris' was. And maybe that was the first mistake you made before making many others that will lead you somwhere you couldn't even imagine yet.

A/N: look who posted finally after a whole month. I'm sorry for being late lol.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎

"Can we stop playing this game, Felix?" You question. You're tired now, of all the chasing, the never getting together, the compliments and then the insults, the fights and then hugging and pretending that it never happened.

"What game?" He questions back, tilting his head slightly to the side with that stupid innocent smile of his that made you fall for him in the first place. When you didn't know it was fake, that is. (inspired by this drabble I wrote)

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Reader (ft. Slight Changbin x Reader)

GENRE: Song-inspired fic (psycho- red velvet) (and inspired by dlc mv! Felix for some reason)

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Suggestive themes, contains dark themes like toxic relationships, manipulation, love bombing, possessiveness, jealousy and more. (I mean have you the heard the song this is inspired from?) If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading.

SYNOPSIS: You and Felix are in a very weird and strange relationship. If you can even call it a 'relationship' that is.

"Will you atleast hear me out!?" You almost shouted as soon as you entered his apartment. "Felix!" You hold his wrist to stop him from walking away as his back is to you. He turns around to look you into eyes and his eyes are so cold. He snatches his wrist from your hold without another word. "Oh my God, can you atleast stop ignoring me?" You finally shout now, no longer able to contain yourself.

"What do you want?" He asks in an irritated tone, whirling around to face you again.

"Just hear me out." You try to say calmly again.

"And why the fuck should I do that, huh?" He walks towards you at a fast pace and you back off until you're against the wall, with him directly in front of you, his gaze sharp. "I don't want to hear how you almost fucked your ex while I wasn't here." He said in a low voice harshly. Coming even closer to your face.

"He isn't my ex. And I didn't almost fuck him." You reply.

"Just because you tell a fucking lie, doesn't make it true."

"I'm not lying."

"What else explains you almost sitting in his lap while touching and staring at his lips like a pathetic bitch who has never kissed anyone?" He sounded so mean and condescending and you knew it was intentional. You didn't know if it made it better or worse though.

You gritted your teeth at his tone but tried to remain rational and calm to give him the explanation of what actually happened but fuck, if wasn't he making it difficult as hell. "He got into a fight and busted his lip. I was just helping him clean that up as any good friend would."

"Friend." He scoffed after repeating the word. "Last I remembered you didn't just fuck your friends multiple times?"

"That was so long ago and 4 times isn't multiple times. And you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."

"Care to repeat that?" He whispered while dropping his already low voice, lower. All the while making unflinching eye contact with you.

"I said, you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."

"Gosh you really need to be disciplined, don't you? Acting like a fucking brat." He groaned. "And don't try to turn this around on me when you were the one who was caught almost cheating."

You scoffed at that. "What cheating really though, Felix? Last time I checked we weren't dating."

"Don't you dare bring that up at this time." He whispered and you could feel his breath on your lips.

"It's not my fault you're an insecure, paranoid and jealous asshole who thinks me even looking at other people is cheating. Atleast with my friends I don't have to walk on eggshells from the fear of making them upset over the most inconsequential of things."

"Oh so I not enough for you? Is that it?" He did a 180 on his attitude. Again. Now the whispers, the low voice and the sharp eyes were replaced with hushed mumbles, higher voice and the 'sad' eyes. "Is Changbin just so much better than me? Are you gonna leave me for someone else too?" He started talking so fast now, like he was getting anxious or something. Keyword: like. You had been with him long enough to know that Lee Felix did not show any emotion he didn't want to. Every smile, every frown, every expression was planned. As it had been from the very start. And when you finally realised that, it had been too late. You just weren't able to look away from his eyes now.

You sighed before saying what you had countless times in the past. "No, Lix. I'm not going to leave you okay? Just let this go now. And if you don't mind, maybe don't accuse me of cheating in the future when you know damn well I can't."

"Do you want to?" He questioned with a sharp tilt of his head.

"Want to what?"

"Cheat." He looked at you like he was fucking detective and not a dancer, analysing your every little move to see how you would respond.

"For fuck's sake, Felix! No I don't, alright!? You're the only person I want to be with, so now can you stop this?" You shivered from his gaze. Looking like he was so amused and just loving all of this. Like he did all this just to hear these exact words come out of your mouth. You were sure there was a trace of a smirk on his face. And you knew, for a moment, he had dropped his planned expression. Letting you see just what he wanted all along.

He sighed and snaked his arms around your waist. Burying his unfairly beautiful face into your hair while hugging you. Holding you so delicately. You wrap your arms around his neck in return.

"I'm so so sorry. I just messed up again, didn't I? I'm not perfect for you and I could never be. I shouldn't have said all that mean stuff to you, you know I didn't mean it, right? Right?" He asks again when you don't reply.

You roll your eyes, thankful for the fact that he can't see your face right now or he'd start another one of these acts. "Right, of course Felix, I know you didn't." You play with the fluffy blonde hair at his nape

"You still love me right?"

"Of course I do.

"You're not gonna say it?" Now he was just playing. Atleast he had calmed down now. You weren't in the position to ask for more after you almost kissed Changbin. You didn't like lying to him, but he sure loved it. Because he always knew when you were lying. Even now, you could feel it.

"I love you, Lix" Finally something you didn't have to lie about.

"I love you too, love" Love. The only word which had any meaning between you two at this point. Atleast you knew whenever he called you that, he was being geniune. No more games. He pecked your lips while smiling, his eyes turning into half crescent moons for the first and only time that night.

"Although i still have to discipline you for talking to me like that." He whispered lowly in your ear before going to kiss your neck softly. You were sure your neck was going to be littered with love bites now and you'll have to wear your turtleneck tomorrow while he'll question 'why is that? Do you not want other people to know that?' And you'll have to reply that it would awkward and embarrassing if others noticed. But that was a headache for tomorrow. For now you'll let yourself enjoy his soft fingers dipping lower and lower down your waist. Well atleast you get to have amazing sex out of all this. Although that was always a given when it came to Felix.

"I'll make sure that you are reminded of the taste of my lips every fucking time you even think of kissing another person. Let me remind you, who you really belong to."

Yeah you definitely were in a very weird and strange 'relationship'.

Oddinary suspects is literally my #1 fanfic, SINCE the day I've read it, which was a day before the Maxident comeback. And i remember that because i reblogged it with a whole damn annoying essay😭 BUT ONG I'm so excited that it's finally back, even if it's revamped or anything. I literally remember every little detail of that story even though i read it almost 2 years ago, it lowkey changed the trajectory of my life ngl. Anywayyy, will be here reading, supporting, everything. Just wanna know if it'll stil retain some of the og plots (mainly minsung and hyunchan), either ways I'm exhilarated, enlivened, moved, adrenalized, all of these!! Just fangirling over your writing, as always.

「SINdicate」 · Sample Chapter

CARPE NOCTEM

➥ Bang Chan x Mafia Queen Reader (f) x Hyunjin — Gang AU, Noir, Cyberpunk, Dystopian, Dark Romance, Found Family, Crime, Reverse Harem

➥ 3.4k (Approx. 15 min. reading time)

⚠ — Matriarchal gang environment, atypical gender roles, dystopian cyberpunk setting, public sex (see masterlist for more before reading) ⁞  Full disclaimer on tag policy here.

➥ You're supposed to meet your "consort" and his family on the night of your birthday, but the stranger sitting three tables away from you looks more enticing.

★ This chapter is released as an interest check regarding the remake of The Oddinary Suspects, originally published in March 2022.

“Excited?” your older sister asked with a bright smile looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You didn’t know if anybody else made such a big deal out of it, but your family certainly milked the shit out of their womb evacuation anniversaries. It was your 25th birthday in a couple of hours, and you were supposed to celebrate it like some fucking national holiday.

If you were Madam President, you would order the flags to be lowered in half, honestly.

“Not really,” you put on your large hoop earrings, “We’re gonna go. I’m gonna meet my consort and his family as if this is an engagement party, and it’s gonna be awkward as fuck. You know, just another Tuesday.”

“Come on. It’s not that bad,” Jamie hugged your shoulders from behind, “I heard he is very excited to be your partner. Maybe some sparks will fly tonight, huh?”

Oh, goodie. Sparks.

In your not-so-humble opinion, it was an extremely dumb tradition to make a whole spectacle of ‘becoming an adult’, not to mention getting families involved in it, but it was part of The Code. All your lives, you had been taught to live by it. Your mother had received an advanced copy of this guy’s virginity report for approval whereas all you had to send back was proof that your hymen was intact. Were you a virgin, though? It kinda depended on how one interpreted it at this point.

You weren’t going to apologize. You didn’t ask for any of this.

What you found hysterical about this whole thing was the horror stories your caretaker Bianca used to tell you. About how there were no means for men to prove their virginity back in the day. No residual dermal tests, no DNA tracing, nothing. You just had to take their word for it. Their word!

Every Thanksgiving, Bianca still offered her gratitude to Grace Tardell for inventing these methods for, quote, ‘leveling the playing field in the humiliation department’.

“Bet money he’s as miserable coming to this thing as I am,” you wore your ‘special occasion’ perfume and rubbed your wrists together, “You’re an exception to the rule, sis. Not everybody is as lucky as you.”

Jamie had always been an incorrigible romantic. Annoyingly so, but you couldn’t really blame her. Everybody needed something to hold on to, and she chose love. Not only that, she chose the painful kind of love. Out of anybody in the entire Vesper Hills, she got her heart stolen by the one guy she shouldn’t have. Hell, the groom’s father was not even going to attend the wedding, but who the fuck could object? “The kids loved each other” and The Don gave her blessing. End of discussion.

Come to think of it, your sister might have been proof of how you didn’t have a say in what kind of life could choose you. It just happened. It stalked you like a vulture, then forced you to live it through and fulfill your destiny.

But was it really destiny? Was there really a thing called meant to be?

You couldn’t be any more content with her being the next in line. She could go ahead and give birth to as many heiresses as she wanted, and you would be just fine with spoiling your nieces and nephews rotten.

“I’m going to be the most fucked up aunt in the history of everything,” you threatened her in advance every now and then, “Those babies are getting inked the second they start high school.”

“Woman!”

“What? We got our pledge tattoos when we were fifteen, mind you.”

Humans were sponges who took the shape of whatever they absorbed in life, weren’t they? You knew what fear was. You knew what a survival instinct was. When you combined them, it became this slime in a disgusting shade of brown, and people thought it was respect. It wasn’t. Jamie thought the butterfly riot in the pit of her stomach was love. It wasn’t. She was so high on dopamine that she had deluded herself into thinking she would actually have a cute little family sired by the son of Ukiyo’s mortal enemy. But the matter of the fact was that she was going to give birth to either the next heiress or a commodity.

This was the reality of this family. Everything was just a transaction.

As the car was driving you to Midori, you were still snickering to yourself, in disbelief that you were ‘required’ to go through this. With someone whose existence you had no knowledge of three months prior. And everyone was supposed to act like this was just an everyday thing to cross off their to-do lists.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” you unwittingly spoke through your teeth.

“Watch your damn language, miss,” your mother chastised with a deadpan voice, “You’d better get it out while you can. You’re going to be on your best behavior when we get to the restaurant.”

“Of course, Mother,” you calmly smiled at her, “I wouldn’t want to lose my TV privileges or anything.”

It was an unspoken deal between you and her. She acted like she could put you on a leash, and you pretended you were compliant with the suggestions she called rules. No harm, no foul.

Just don’t fucking do it in public.

It was a matter of utmost sensitivity. Only select individuals were privy to the real identity of The Don. The public knew your mother simply as a restaurateur. One glance at her Givenchy dress and the way she carried herself like the queen she was, it wouldn’t be anyone’s first guess that this graceful lady was running an entire syndicate by herself.

You just knew you could never fill her shoes. Too much discipline and poise and whatever. Thank fuck Jamie existed to save you from that capital punishment.

“My liege,” Chef Rukawa welcomed your party himself at the restaurant door and did a 90-degree bow to your mother, “It’s an honor.”

You were promptly escorted to the private area where a family of three was already waiting for you in extravagant attire. Your beloved consort and his parents, the whole Song family were on their feet to greet you as if Madam President had just walked into the room. After exchanging cordial pleasantries, Song Sr. cut right to the chase.

“I would like to introduce my son Mingi.”

Everybody at that table knew what was going to happen later that night. Mingi was going to fuck you into ‘a woman’, and you were going to fuck him into ‘a man’. This bond was going to exist between the two families forever so that he could be your first choice to fulfill your obligation of expanding the clan when it was time.

Yet, he did it so pleasantly like there was nothing outrageous about introducing his son as a sperm bank.

You nodded at your consort who looked as miserable as you pictured him to be. Ever the gentleman, he was commendably trying to pass his discomfort as the awe of an honor. You felt genuinely sorry for him.

Did anyone even ask this guy whether there was someone he would rather be with?

“You’re going to love the blowfish, Mrs. Song,” your mother gushed about the favorite trick of the chef she handpicked for this restaurant, “Chef Rukawa is the master of the taste of death.”

Your guests seemed impressed whereas you and your sister were scarfing down this poisonous delicacy when you were just middle schoolers. It really shouldn’t have been this easy to wow someone.

You made a passable effort not to be your menace-to-society self, but midway through dinner, you were already failing to keep a convincing front. You were bored. God, you were bored out of your mind. Your mother was saying stuff. Your sister was saying stuff. Even the Songs were saying stuff, but you and Mingi were the only silent parties even though you were supposed to be the protagonists of the night. You had no opinions on the topics being discussed whatsoever, not that you had to declare any thanks to the ladies being chatty on your behalf.

You took one look to your left in desperate need to witness something remotely interesting, and all your attention immediately condensed on somebody at a table for two.

Gorgeous inked body wrapped in a crisp suit. Canine features that rendered him dangerously magnetic. He was sitting across a woman twice his age, and simply judging by the utterly flustered state he put her in, his silver tongue was doing one hell of a job seducing her.

“Right, sweetheart?”

“Huh?” you turned to your mother and agreed to whatever it was she wanted you to agree with, “Oh, yes. Of course.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would guess he was working for you, but you didn’t know this guy. You were too familiar with the entire roster—you had made your rounds with all of them already, and the clan knew they were to let you know the second there was a new arrival.

Who the fuck was this, and why wasn’t he between your legs?

Mere moments later, he placed a long but chaste kiss on his date’s hand and made his way towards the exit, holding a custom-made cigarette box and an expensive-looking lighter. Just looking at him was short-circuiting your thoughts, and you were starting to lose control of your own body by the second. While you were able to filter most of the noise of your table, the same damn thing kept interfering with your obscene daydreaming, and you were— you were about to—

Right, sweetheart?

Right, sweetheart?

RIGHT, SWEETHEART?

“Excuse me!”

That came out much louder than you intended, naturally startling your entire company. You quickly broke into a polite smile and stood up.

“I need to use the restroom.”

You grabbed your clutch and removed yourself from the table, your eyes frantically searching for the beautiful stranger. You leisurely followed the sweet and spicy trail he left behind and found him in the alley to the left of the restaurant entrance. Eyes closed, head tilted back, back against the wall, smoking without a care in the world.

“Hey.”

He looked at you with dreamy eyes like he just woke up. Probably thinking you were going to ask for a smoke, he readily opened the box in his hand without a word. You had no interest in his joints. All you wanted to know was what his lips tasted like. You didn’t know why, but you just knew it was much more intoxicating than the taste of death still lingering on your palate. You approached him as if you were really going to borrow a cigarette, then hit him with a question.

“Wanna fuck?”

You just went for it since you didn’t have much time, and to say that he was dumbfounded would be a gross understatement. He almost dropped the cigarette squeezed between his lips, looking at you like you were a lunatic, but his surprise quickly turned into amusement once he recollected himself.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m an escort myself,” he chuckled, “I actually have a client inside.”

“You think I’m an escort?”

“Why else would you proposition me that directly?”

Oh, this guy had no idea who you were, let alone your affiliation. Talk about the perfect man. Your disposable prince charming was standing right in front of you.

“Because you’re hot, and I have a situation here that needs to be taken care of,” you trapped him against the brick wall and spoke against his nicotine-ridden lips, “I only need five minutes, handsome. Name your price.”

“You’re expecting to cum in five minutes?”

“Tsk, don’t be ridiculous,” you shook your head in disapproval, “I just need to be fucked.”

He was sizing you up trying to figure out what you were up to, but who could even blame him? Some random person was cornering him for ‘five minutes’ in an alley. Who was to say you weren’t going to stab him to death?

“Here?”

“Yes, here,” you caressed his face with the back of your hand, “You’re not gonna say no to breaking in a ripe virgin, are you?”

The way his face changed was everything to you. He was definitely one of those bubble wrap enthusiasts, but his mind wasn’t cooperating with him to process that this was indeed real. Quick cash. On a silver platter. From a virgin. While he was on duty.

Even you would consider it too good to be true if you were in his shoes.

“Show me your ID,” he tried to hide how thickly he gulped at your declaration to no avail.

You gladly handed in the documentation proving your lawful readiness to get your back blown out while he reached for his inner pocket to pull out a pen-like device you had never seen before. He pressed it on the chip of your ID, and only after that green light at the tip went off was he fully convinced of your ‘legitimacy’.

“This is a first for sure, but I don’t judge,” he contently smirked at you, devouring your body with his eyes from head to toe, “How would you like to be popped then, baby girl?”

Full disclosure? In the most animalistic way possible.

You wanted it to hurt to block out all the ‘Right, sweetheart?’s still annoyingly ringing in your ears. You wanted him to leave bite marks on your neck. You wanted his hand prints on your thighs. You wanted him to go insane with pleasure when he was finally inside you, and there was only one reason why.

You just didn’t want this to matter.

If you treated it like a cheap thrill, it was going to be one. Fucking an escort in an alley did not require any paperwork or ridiculous documents of proof, and most importantly… The absolute most crucially…

You were the one who picked this man.

You had said much worse things in your life, but you couldn’t tell him any of that.

“Act like your client is your wife, and you’re cheating on her with me,” you told him instead, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Am I allowed to kiss?”

“You’re allowed to do everything,” you squeezed his cheeks and dove into his lips.

The grassy nicotine taste was still there, but you could also taste the peachy notes of the cocktail he shared with his lady. His lips were so full in your mouth, begging to be bitten or sat on for that matter. You were already regretting your decision not to do this on a mattress where you had him for a full hour all to yourself.

“I’m not buying it,” he breathlessly smiled against your mouth, “You’re not a virgin at all, are you?”

“You’ll see it when you struggle to sink into me.”

“It means nothing,” he slid his hand up your thighs, “Just the way your tongue moves in my mouth is enough to make you a whore.”

You liked this guy.

He was professionally impatient. He knew he had to be quick to get the job done, certainly the case when he already had a client inside who paid his full price. He dropped to his knees to eat your pussy so he could get some lubrication for himself, and you fucking knew you were right. The lips of this demon were one thing to kiss, but a whole other universe to get your cunt made out with. You were ascending with each lick, and if he kept that pace steady for a whole minute, you really were going to cum all over his fucking gorgeous face. He stood up again and latched himself to your lips, hurriedly unbuckling his belt to reveal what he was going to fulfill your request with. A delicious girth that was sure to give you exactly what you wanted.

He aligned himself with your entrance, ridiculously careful for an alley job just because you told him you were a virgin. You wanted him to be fucking reckless so that you could get the mess you so desired, but it looked like he needed very specific instructions to do so.

“Harder,” you whined into his ear while holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life, “Like you will pass through me.”

You almost lost your mind when he rammed himself into you on command and finally crossed the border. Fucking delectable, sure to leave a memorabilia behind.

“Is this what you want?” he looked right into your eyes with hellfire in his gaze.

You frantically nodded in response. Yes. Yes, that was all you wanted. To be treated like just another hole to fill without your last name playing any role in it. To be groped and kissed and bitten without the fear of the consequences.

You had never felt this alive.

“Fuck, don’t clench! I’m—“

“Let go,” you whispered into the stranger’s ear, “Fucking breed me, you gorgeous beast.”

He came so hard when you barely finished your sentence, grunting in your ear and exerting a futile attempt to control his volume. You didn’t cum. You didn’t expect to cum anyway. You had asked him for one thing only, and man did he deliver.

“Remember this,” you rewarded him with one last kiss once he regained his composure, “I sure as fuck will.”

Then something you didn’t quite expect happened.

He smiled back at you with his dimples on full blast. His eyes were dripping with a mixture of sleepiness and contentment, and he was licking his lips as if to satisfy the craving for a taste he couldn’t get enough of. You had no idea why it felt so eerily familiar, and what was worse, you were suddenly overcome with an irrational urge. It was insane to even think about, but if you were even remotely acquainted with this man, you would actually ask him to be your boyfriend right then and there. The strangest thing that ever crossed your mind.

“Chris,” he pulled you back to reality and handed you a card he pulled out from his back pocket, “If you ever want me again.”

You looked at the tastefully designed business card and tucked it away in your clutch while pulling out several hundred dollar bills to squeeze into his waistband. You pulled your underwear back up and left him there to fully gather his wits before attending to his client again.

You did drop by the restroom before heading back to the table. A little to freshen up, a little to check if the point you wanted to make was ready. You were gone for less than ten minutes, but you were welcomed back like a war hero.

“Where have you been, sweetheart?” your mother widened her green eyes the second she spotted you, “I was beginning to worry you had fled or something.”

What she meant as a lighthearted joke ended up being your tipping point.

If only she hadn’t been testing your barely-there patience with this whole thing, even more relentlessly during the course of the night. Maybe you wouldn’t get that ticked off. Maybe you wouldn’t be prompted to do what you did next because you had resolved to confide in your consort in private about this.

I’m sorry, Mingi. I really am. This has nothing to do with you. I hope you understand.

You threw the bloodstained piece of fabric shoved into your clutch right in the middle of the table, not giving a shit about the consequences that were sure to follow.

“Why don’t you lose it to someone that actually matters to you? I’m afraid I’m not viable anymore,” you spoke directly to Mingi, then addressed the rest of the table with a forced smile, “Please enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Whatever. Scandalized gasps arose behind you, but you were doing both Mingi and yourself a big favor. You left the restaurant without even looking back, a single drop of blood dripping down your thighs, and hailed a cab to go spend your birthday doing the only thing you knew best.

Seizing the night.

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