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𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

CW: making out, blood, lowkey hematolagnia, very suggestive, no gender specificed

Felix was happy today. More than usual. Yeah he was mostly all smiles and sunshine almost every day. But today he was all giggles and the Sun itself. Apparently, breakfast in bed from you, and then going to the company and hearing they were getting a vacation (a very well deserved one, if you might add) did that. He was smiling and giggling so much today that you seriously couldn't remember the last time when he was this happy aside from your last birthday. So it wasn't surprising that he was really into making out today. You both had decided to spend the day all cozy and fluffy. Wrapped in the softest blanket, with hot chocolate on the bedside table, and reading him the latest book that had gone viral recently. But he definitely wasn't as interested in the book as he was in you.

And so started the light pecks along your neck, then jawline, then both cheeks, the forehead and finally your lips. The light pecks soon turned into kisses and then full on making out while you ran your hands through his soft blonde hair. He just couldn't control himself today. Maybe it was the pure happiness radiating off of him or maybe his teeth were sharper today for some reason, but the moment his teeth sunk into your lower lip, you hissed and your hand instinctively came up to touch it. He was startled and pulled back immediately, watching your lip bleed and thick droplets of blood collecting on your lip.

"Fuck I'm so sorry. I-I didn't me to, seriously. I just- I don't kno-" you cut Felix's rambling off.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." You reassured him.

"B-but you're crying." He mumbled, his eyebrows scrunching whether in confusion or a sad frown, you couldn't tell.

You lightly rolled your eyes at that. "I'm not crying Lix, my eyes are just tearing up. Nothing more."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his voice.

"Of course. And if I'm being honest... it was actually kind hot." You mumbled the end, suddenly feeling embarrassed for confessing that.

He gulped before saying "Don't say stuff like that."

"Why?" You questioned with a head tilt.

"Because it'll do something to me." He leaned closer. You could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke and cupped your cheek.

"Well what if I want something to happen to you?" You question again, sliding your hands into the back of his hair.

"Yeah?" He asks and his eyes darken.

"Yeah." You answer before you're back to making out again. You can feel your own blood on his tongue and you have a feeling this won't be the only time that'll happen tonight.

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The disastrous life of Saiki K

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Perks of being a wallflower

Everything everywhere all at once

To all the boys I've loved before

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Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

The package

Extraordinary You

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「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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