#ji changmin

With your flight being delayed so late into the day, there weren't too many options for you. Sure, you could go all the way back home and struggle to find a ride on Christmas Eve back here. Or stay in the airport, and possibly have all your things stolen, something you didn’t want to risk. Or test your luck seeing what still had open vacancies this late in the evening.

It was your fifth attempt at getting a room, when you ran into a dreaded love hotel. But with your options dwindling fast, you were left with either possibly a room that so many people had sex in, or nothing. And at this point, with you getting tired, you were okay with anything. There was nothing else you could do. You take one last look at the outside, noting the pretty pink neon scrawling out, “The Phantasy.” Before lugging your suitcase in behind you.

You walk in and on the front desk there is a mahogany red sign with swirling golden cursive letters that read, “You can check in any time you like~” And your mind tries to remember if there’s a song you’ve heard with those lyrics before, but you can’t remember with the little brain power you have left. If you could have remembered what song those lyrics were from, you’d have turned duck tailed and walked to the next accepting vacancies, but you couldn’t. So, you head up to the counter and ring the bell. And maybe it was your eyes deceiving you, but the man in front of you, appears like mist.

The guy cheerfully tells you hello and you give him a small one back before you muster up the last bit of hope you have left, “Do you have any vacancies?” He grins, “Three; what would suit your fancy? A Cadillac dream, a champagne phantasy, or a winged escape?” You look at him confused, and he continues, “Those are the themes of the rooms. One has Cadillac car bed, the other has a champagne bathtub with a circle bed, and the last one is luxurious, riddled with featherdown.” You shrug as you choose, “The champagne fantasy sounds nice.” He grins and rings you out for the night, “Enjoy your time here.” You thank him as he hands you a keycard and gives you the instructions on how to get to your room for the night, “Room 1105.”

Now, if you were truly paying attention to how he worded the ‘dream, mist, escape’ you could have possibly caught on that there was more at play than just theming, but you didn’t. It was too subtle and that was the point. You were too focused on the mirrored elevator and desperately trying not to think about the amount of people who have been railed against these four walls. For a love hotel, this was oddly luxurious, everything felt right out of a magazine. The decor was perfectly placed, the carpets were vacuumed well, everything was pristine. Which eased your brain a bit because if you were going to be staying here, at least you knew it was cleaned recently.

But you really should have known better when booking a last-minute stay at a love hotel, no matter how clean it was or how it was your last resort. But what else were you supposed to do!? Your flight was cancelled due to the snowstorm, and the airline couldn’t provide any accommodations outside of a small reimbursement. What else were you supposed to do?! Stay on the uncomfortable chairs and sleep the night away there? No way in hell, any bed was better than no bed. Even if it possibly was possibly riddled with diseases, they had yet to name. It was better than nothing.

You got a nice room for a cheap price, so it had to be okay? Right? There was floor to ceiling mirrors, a champagne bubble bath, a red canopy-ed bed, a leopard shoe chair, and a couch large enough for three cuckolds. But the cherry on top was the mirror above the bed that you were currently staying the night on. And you’re sure that all of this would be sexy in any other circumstance, but there’s something about it that sends shivers up your spine. It feels like every time you look at yourself, it’s more than you looking back. As if something was watching you undress from your airport clothes into soft silky pajamas.

You swear as you pull the plush red covers over yourself that you saw something lurking in the corner, but you brush it off to your overactive imagination. There was no one but you that booked this room, and everyone else in this hotel, besides the staff, was too busy doing each other to be concerned by someone lonesome like yourself. You do your best to close your eyes and fall asleep, but sleep doesn’t come as easy as you hoped it would. With you missing your flight all you could think about was all the deadlines that would be rushing upon you the second you caught the next one. You sigh and decide to just lay on your back and stare at yourself in the mirror.

The longer you stare up at the mirror, it changes, it’s as though you can picture someone on top of you, looking at the expanse of their back as they pound into you. You gulp as your imagination runs wild with the thought of leaving red scratches down their back. When was the last time you’ve taken time to take care of yourself besides just doing skincare? You grimace as you think back to the last time, realizing it’s been months since you’ve last touched yourself.

Your eyes are drawn back to the mirror to see yourself now riding on top of a made-up stranger. Which should be impossible considering it’s a mirror? But it felt so very real. As if the mirror was envisioning what you could be doing at this hotel instead. And although it looked like you were in control with you being on top and all. It was very clear that his hands were guiding your hips and controlling your movements. It was insane to picture how the handsome stranger was treating your body like it was something to admire but also something he alone got to ruin. And you couldn’t get enough of the sight, that you find your own fingers trailing down and over your silky pajamas and to where you wished this imaginary stranger could be most.

Your fingers dip below your lacy panties and you gasp at the amount of wetness you find, before your fingers plunge in, and you throw your head back with a moan. Your eyes find the mirror again, hoping your imagination kept the imagery going while you fucked yourself on your own fingers. Just to see the man in the mirror looking back at you with a devilish smirk on his face.

And you gulp, because you realize that it’s more than just your imagination running wild. The person in your mirror is real and is giving your mirror self-pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. It sends fear coursing through your stomach, and to your surprise, it also sends heat rushing straight to your core. You bite your lip, and he looks you over as if he likes what he sees before himself as he bites your mirror self’s neck. And as blood drips from your neck, he drips from the mirror above and down to the bed you were lying on. It feels unreal, but he’s right above you. And the mirror above you is no longer creating make-believe scenarios, no… It’s a real mirror reflection, showcasing the man who’s looming above you’s back and you laying beneath him giving him a bewildered look.

He appears before you as if he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. But something entirely real. You take a curious glance at the mirror above, wondering if it was still a trick of your eyes. And it no longer shows a make-believe sex scene. It just shows you as you are, laying back on the red and leopard print pillows with the strange man above you.

You should be terrified, questioning how he came through the mirror, anything! But rather, you can’t help but wonder if he was as good in bed as he played it up in your daydream. He asks as he looks you over, “So, doll, do you want me to ruin you?” You should come to your senses, and say ‘no’, but you can’t help the small, ‘yes’ that slips out from your lips.

He peels back the red blanket, revealing your disheveled silky pajamas, “You look like a delicacy that I can’t wait to sink my teeth into.” You see his sharp teeth as he licks over them at the sight of you and he wastes no time before he’s diving before you. “You were such a good girl for me in the mirror, I wonder if you’ll be just as good for me in reality.” He takes his sweet time unbuttoning your pajamas with care. You knew he was capable of ripping you out of them, but he doesn’t. And it drives you mad the longer you wait and that’s exactly what he wants. He groans as he takes in the sight of you, “Even better in person.” You blush and he lays down before you, and starts placing soft kisses along your thighs, the closer he gets to your core, the rougher the kisses become, leaving bite marks that leave you breathless.

You can feel him grin against you, as he finally places a kiss against your folds. You can’t believe your ears as he lets out something similar to a purr against them, before he dives in, licking around your folds like that was what he was made to do. But in retrospect, you’re sure that is exactly what he was made for. He devours you without mercy, leaving you crying out and twitching beneath his ministrations. Your hands look for something to ground you, and when the silky leopard sheets do nothing to hold you down, your hands find their way into his hair as you let out a string of, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Your fingers wind their way into his pretty dark strands grasping onto them tightly as he engulfs you. He shakes his head side to side trying to get further inside of you, causing your hands to bump into what feels like horns. Your eyes grow wide as you cast your eyes down to where your hands reside. And you let out a soft gasp, shocked to see that your eyes don’t deceive you, he has horns. And mercy, you know you should really call this thing off while you still have the chance, but the way his tongue licks around, you can’t find it in yourself to do so. Because when was the last time you experienced this much pleasure from someone just eating you out? Fuck it. Who cares if he’s a demon-entity? Certainly not you.

You cum all over his tongue, and he chuckles, “Good girl.” And that’s when his fingers plunge into your entrance without warning, causing you to scream. This was insane, there is no way this is happening. But, oh god, how you don’t want it to end. He takes his time working his fingers in and out of you, drawing another orgasm out of you with ease, like a simple snap of his fingers could cause you to cum. And you weren’t sure that that wasn’t the case.

He finally moves up from the bed, and looks at you with a sinister grin, maybe it should have scared you the way he looked down at you like you were nothing more than a meal for him. But you couldn’t help the excitement that flooded your veins at that look of his. He was going to make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, and you couldn’t wait. He lays above you, putting all his weight into his elbows before he leans in real close to your ear, “The name’s Changmin.” You look at him peculiarly, not expecting him to tell you his name, “So you’ll know what to scream later.” You blush and test his name out on your tongue, and you see him visibly shiver at that, “Good girl.”

He teases you by dragging his tip over you, prodding at your entrance, but not giving you what either of you wanted. He continues teasing until you beg, “Ple-Please, Changmin.” And he hums, “You can do better than that, can’t you, doll?” You pout before nodding, “Please fuck me, Changmin… I need it so bad. Fuck, I want you- no- I need you to fuck me so bad.” His smile curls into a smirk, “Good doll.” He pushes inside of you causing you to let out a soft sigh, and when he finally fully sinks inside of you, you both let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He lets you get used to his size before he moves out a bit and moves back in. You get used to the sensation of being filled by him, and when you give him the green light, he doesn’t waste any time, pounding into you like you were his to ruin.

The moans that leave your mouth, wrack your body, causing tears to streak down your cheeks from the speed he thrusts into you. It feels unreal, like the speed he was achieving wasn’t wholly human, and you knew that was exactly why it didn’t feel real. Because he wasn’t wholly human, and it drives you mad, your hands find purchase against his back, holding him against you as he drills inside of you. Your eyes dart up and look at the milky expanse of his back, and you drown in the sight of him. Your nails dig into the back of back, trying to hold on and you watch as streaks of red blood appear along his back. And instead of the normal reaction of, ‘oh fuck, I made you bleed’ you can’t help the sense of pride that courses through your stomach. It feels like you marked a supernatural creature for your own. And the soft hisses he lets out at the sensation has you reeling, that you can’t help but leave more as your next orgasm approaches.

He asks, “You gonna cum?” You nod quickly looking in the eyes as you, let out a small, ‘yes’. And his eyes turn golden when you agree, “Cum for me, doll.” Your nails dig down as the feeling surges over you, causing you to let out a loud moan. He lets out a groan as the pain mixes with the pleasure of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck, such a good girl…” He doesn’t slow his pace as he fucks you through your orgasm. You gasp and whine as you realize he’s not going to slow down and that he’s going to push you through your second orgasm. You let out a choked sob and he chuckles, “I knew you would look good falling apart for me the second you walked into the hotel. I’m so glad you picked my room, doll.”

If you had any brain left, you would be horrified to know he’s been watching you since the moment you came in. But the rotted part of your brain craves that attention. He kisses the salty tears off your cheeks and lets out a low moan at the taste. And as your second orgasm approaches, your eyes find their way back up to the mirror and you see him turn his head to give you a sinister grin in the mirror. What should have sent fear coursing through your stomach, just sends even more heat to your core. Oh, how you want him to destroy and leave you with nothing left to give. Your next orgasm comes over you in waves and as it hits you, you feel his thrusts get a little shaky. Like you were finally causing him to succumb to his own pleasure, and you can’t help the little satisfied grin that makes its way to your face. It’s almost like you have him wrapped around your finger, when you know you don’t.

You watch in the mirror how he leans over your neck and places a gentle kiss on your collar. You can’t help but enjoy the soft intimacy and you watch as his first orgasm of the night takes over his body. And you watch how his tongue licks over the spot he so delicately kissed and as his hips stutter against yours, finally filling you up as you wanted, his sharp teeth sink in. You let out a strangled moan, in shock, not expecting the pain. And especially not expecting how the pain turns into immense pleasure. You close your eyes firmly and see stars behind your eyes. It feels intense, and you feel as his fingers find purchase against your clit and you gasp, not expecting that sensation either, it’s so overwhelming, it causes your body to shake, but you can’t get enough of it as you beg for more.

He pulls away as your third orgasm courses through you a hurricane, leaving you even more wrecked. You open your eyes, looking at his sharp bloodied teeth to find blood trailing down your shoulder as it slowly dries against your skin. He licks over the bitemark he left, and asks, “More? Huh… No one usually asks for more than that…” He hums for a moment and whispers close to your ear, “You’re strange… I like that.” His breath tickles your ear as he speaks into it and you whisper back, “You’re stranger…” You barely gasp out as he flips you over so you’re on top of him, “But I think that’s enjoyable…” He chuckles as a smirk graces his features, “Good, cause you’re in for a long night, darling.”

Several orgasms later, and it feels like your energy has been fully depleted from you. You feel like a shell of who you once were, but you can’t help the soft little giggles that slip from your lips at the weightless feeling of it all. You fade in and out of consciousness. But you can still feel a semblance of his touches, how the cold wet rag that cleans your mess up feels, and how he moves your body to change the sheets below you. And how delicately he cleans your neck wound to prevent an infection. And how he places kisses along your arm before your eyes feel too heavy to keep them open. And when they close, you have a hard time fighting to open them again. And when they do, black mist curls around your senses before suddenly the guy that was biting down on your neck, has vanished into thin air.

It saddened you to know that the man who gave you the best orgasms of your life was gone with the wind. Like he never existed and you’re sure he didn’t. You pout as you fall asleep, wanting him to come back and hold you while you drift into a dreamless sleep.

That had to be the craziest nightmare of your life. But it could only be a nightmare if it didn’t happen. Then why was there still cum pooling between your legs? You gulp, that couldn’t have been real. You reach your fingers down and taste it just to be sure it’s not yours because maybe your dream was just that good. And when you taste it tastes sweet like pomegranates with just a dash of salt. And it has your eyes drawing wide, because while you knew your diet could affect your taste. You know you haven’t had a pomegranate in a very long time, and you definitely know you don’t taste like that. So, what you experienced last night was very real. But it was impossible. There was no way any of that was possible… Unless… You shake your head at that possibility, monsters and ghosts weren’t real, they were just masked men like scooby-doo said. But oh, how some part of you ached for it to be real.

You roll over with a sigh and check your phone just to see your flight is still cancelled due to the winter storm. You roll your eyes, of course it is. You get up regardless and change into something more suitable to walk around in after taking a hot shower. And washing all the remains of a night that couldn’t have possibly been real away. It all washed away except for the large bite mark on your shoulder and some part of you hoped it would never go away. The deep red bruise was grounding, because that meant the dream was real and not just a figment of your imagination.

You make your way down to the lobby, hoping to find some type of breakfast even if it was just a shitty coffee machine. It would be better than nothing. You decide to stroll down to the lobby to see if they at least have coffee in this godforsaken love motel. And to your horror, the man at the front desk looks just like the guy from your dreams. There was no humanly way possible he appeared in front of you. You gulp as you approach to ask him about coffee or any refreshments. And while you know there’s no possible way, it feels like he knows exactly what your dreams were about last night. But you shake the thought away as you ask him if there’s any coffee available. And he smiles and points towards a beautiful 70s conversation pit with lipped couches, a coffee station, and muffins awaiting hungry guests. “You’ll find most of what you need over there~”

You shake off last night’s dreams and head to have some coffee, and when it hits the back of your throat it feels like every worry you’ve had, has melted away. And you revel in the feeling for a moment or two before your eyes are drawn back to the receptionist. It felt as if there was energy seeping off of him, like he was glowing. And god, it was drawing you to him. You can’t help but watch as he plays solitaire on his work computer. He feels unreal the more you watch him. There’s no way you had such a vivid dream with him in it, especially if you’ve never seen him before. So, how the hell did you do that? Because if that theory that your subconscious can’t create new faces while you dream… Then, how was the dream you had about that man possible? The more you stared at him the more everything felt impossible.

You see the flit of a smirk grace his features before he looks towards you. And instead of down casting your eyes like you normally would when you were caught staring, you look back at him. He motions you with two fingers for you to come towards him, and like you’re under a spell, you toss your empty coffee cup and walk towards him. And when you reach the front desk, he asks, with his elbows leaning against the wood, “What’s a pretty thing like you, doing in a place like this all by yourself?”

You sigh, “My flight was delayed… So, now I’m stuck here.” He asks, “Is that such a bad thing?” You look over at him and hum, “It doesn’t have to be?” His eyebrows raise at that, “And how could I, as your host, make it better?” You smirk, “Well, I could think of a few things.” He smirks knowing you were playing right into his hand, “Yeah? And what would that be?” He pretends to look around for others to be listening, knowing there was no one else up but you two up at this hour, “Do you want me to fuck you just like I did in your dreams?” Your eyes widen at that, and you immediately splutter, “How-how? Wh-what?” He smirks as his tongue flicks over his sharp teeth, “I’m incubus, doll. And you stayed in my room.”

You gulp; there was no way… But oh, now that he says it… It makes so much sense. You heard a thing or two about an incubus before, but never in your life did you think you’d run into one, let alone be fucked by one. But you weren’t about to shy away now, especially with a fuck as good as he was in your dreams. “Are you as good in real life as you are in dreams?” He looks over your face, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, huh?” You hum, “I guess so.” He lifts your hand up to his mouth, and you see his sharp teeth all over again, and it sends a thrill down your spine. He places a kiss against your knuckles, “Maybe we should try the champagne bathtub this time…” And you agree, “That would be fun~”