So now you found yourself at the desk of the motel but no one was sitting there. The fluorescent lights blinked above and didn’t help with the shiver that climbed your spine. You opened your mouth to call out if anyone was there but a door slammed down a hallway and you jumped. You rubbed your sweaty palms against your thighs. Maybe your family and friends had a reason to be worried about you going on this road trip on your own.

A slow chuckle came from the shadows and eventually someone revealed themselves. That someone was a man with red hair. He didn’t look like he should be working at a run down roadside motel. He wore a simple white sleeveless shirt and jeans but there was an extravagant faux fur coat hanging off his elbows. The man scratched his head as if he was just waking up for the day even though the sun was setting in the distance. “Need a room?” He said through a yawn.

You nodded, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You were trying real hard not to check out his canines. Discovering Wooyoung had made you paranoid, clearly. “It’s just me so it can be your cheapest room.”

The motel clerk hummed in acknowledgement. He started up an old PC, pressing the keys loudly and huffing when the computer didn’t wake up quick enough. He checked a clipboard and then sighed loudly. “Looks like all I’ve got is the honeymoon suite.”

You frowned hard. “There’s no cars in that parking lot but my own!” This was bullshit.

The man laughed under his breath and then brought his eyes to meet yours. His face spoke of polite customer service but his eyes told another story. You were clearly messing with the wrong man here. “The rest of our rooms are booked up, esteemed customer.” His eyes raked over your off the shoulder t-shirt and you felt a different shiver run through your body. “Look, I can give you a discount on the honeymoon suite, okay? Half price but truly, it’s the only room we have. People reserve rooms and whether they show up or not, I’ve got to honor that.”

You breathed in and out deeply. Your eyes went to his name tag that said “Hongjoong”. You just wanted to sleep and then move on with your road trip. You refused to let this moment sour it. “Sure, Hongjoong. How much?”

You paid for the room and received the key in exchange. A smile quirked the corner of the motel clerk’s mouth. “Enjoy your night.”

Typical statement. Nothing weird about it. But you felt like there was an underlying meaning behind it. So you went back to your car and parked it in the stall in front of your room. You pulled your carry-on from the back of your car and made your way to room number eleven. 

Upon opening the doors, you winced at the lovey-dovey theme. This was definitely the newlywed suite. At least the bed was big and there was a jacuzzi in the corner. Maybe you could treat yourself since you were stiff from being on the road all day. You opted to take a shower to wash the road off you first, changing into some comfy clothes and opting for a messy bun. All thoughts of a jacuzzi dip disappeared when you fell asleep, chips from the outside vending machine halfway to your mouth.

You had some pretty vivid dreams the night you spent in the motel. The clerk from the front desk made an appearance but it wasn’t to scare you. He was your husband!? The two of you were in the honeymoon sweet, both under the covers in the huge bed.

“Darling,” Hongjoong pulled you back into his chest, “Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep already?”

You didn’t resist his embrace. “I’m tired, Joong.”

“But look at this delectable negligee you’ve got on,” Hongjoong argued. 

Technically, the whole road trip was your honeymoon, but your honeymoon night had passed a few days ago. And still your best friends had packed enough lingerie to last you a month and so you had no choice but to wear most of them to bed. “That's all I’ve got!” You protested.

“Are you saying no to your husband this early into our marriage?” Hongjoong teased. His breath ghosted your shoulder and you shivered. 

“What’s got you hot and bothered?” You decided to turn around the attack. 

“You were checking out the guy at the front desk, weren’t you?” Hongjoong pouted behind you. Ah, so this was the game he was playing. It was typical for Hongjoong to play up a random encounter with his jealousy. It wasn’t toxic, just a bedroom game between the two of you. It added some spice to the bed.

“You’re wrong,” You denied immediately, feeling your gut curl in anticipation of what was to come. Any tiredness you had felt melted away at the idea of Hongjoong looking for some jealous, hot sex.

“I saw you, darling,” Hongjoong crooned into your hair. His grip on you tightened. He grinded into your ass, the beginnings of a hard-on apparent there. “You were looking at his arms and his chest.”

You mock gasped and spun around in his hold. “Why would I ever stare at any other man’s chest when I’ve got yours?” To prove your point, you groped his pecs, watching eagerly as Hongjoong bit down on his lower lip. When he didn’t stop, you leaned downwards to leave a bite mark around his nipple. 

“Don’t try to distract me,” Hongjoong said. He flipped you on your back and placed himself between your thighs. His hard-on was fully fledged and created some wonderful friction as he grounded himself into you again. “I know what I saw.”

You watched on with pure wonder as he stripped you of your underwear and his and settled back between your legs. Instead of pushing himself inside of you, he pushed along your folds. He slicked himself up with your wetness, length running along your clit but continued to simply rub up against you. “Think I’m gonna come just like this, darling.” To cement his point, he pulled your legs up, letting them hang over his elbows. “Gonna rub myself against you until I come on your stomach.”

It was torturous but it was so fucking hot that you just nodded along. The two of you watched as his length slid along you on the outside and it was a glorious sight indeed. But once you started canting your hips forward, enjoying the friction Hongjoong was providing, Hongjoong got mean. "Poor darling, enjoy it while you can. You're not going to see your release."

“Joongie,” You whined, “I didn’t look at that clerk.”

“No?” Hongjoong hissed, “Didn’t think about him taking you against the counter? Didn’t think of him holding you down on his cock with those arms? Didn’t think about biting down on his chest and hearing what kind of noises he makes?” At this point, you figured, Hongjoong was actually getting off on the idea of you fucking someone else. You had a kinky husband, so you did.

“No, I was only thinking about sleeping with you in bed tonight.” You reached up and wound your arms behind Hongjoong’s neck, “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Liar.” Hongjoong rutted against you, nose starting to scrunch up as an indicator that he was getting into this. 

You started to pout. “Hongjoong. That was one time. And you were the one to suggest it!”

“You want to get fucked in front of me while I have no control over it,” Hongjoong continued to rave. “You want me to feel like the powerless one while you get fucked dumb. You want me whining and moaning into my hand while you get split open and pounded into.” 

You couldn't help but moan at the scene Hongjoong was building up. That did sound hot, you couldn't lie. But once your lower lips moved as if you were trying to clench down on something, the game was over. Hongjoong grounded into you, his cock covered deliciously in your own wetness. His pace sped up, ruthlessly running his length along your pussy lips and clit. It would have been a race to see who came first if not for the command that escaped his lips. “Don’t you dare come.”

You gasped and whined some more. “Don’t come? When your cock is rubbing me so damn good? Don’t come while I watch your body move above mine? Hongjoong, that’s impossible. You’re so angry and that’s so fucking hot. I want you to come all over this negligee that I have to throw it out.”

You knew all the right buttons to push. Hongjoong lasted only a few more thrusts and then he did exactly what you said. Hot ropes of cum shot out over your silk negligee, utterly ruining it. His pace slowed down as he rode out his high, slowly letting go of your legs and letting them slide into a more comfortable position. Your lower half was throbbing with an orgasm half-baked, however. 

Hongjoong had his own plans, clearly. He lowered himself to your core, face revealing how much he enjoyed the view. “I love your fat pussy lips, darling,” He cooed, a completely changed man. He went from Dom-in-charge to adoring husband in the span of one climax. “Makes me just wanna dive in.”

“Hongjoong,” You moaned, feeling a blush creep up your throat. 

“Want me to eat you out, wife of mine?” He offered, a soft smile curling his lips upwards. Then he shook his head, looking confused. 

You squeezed your thighs together gently. “Yes, Joong, eat me out. Make me come all over your face. I wanna paint your lips with my cum.”

Hongjoong shuddered. “What is going on here? How are you in my head instead?” he whispered to himself.

“Love, I know you like I know the back of my hand,” You said, cupping his cheek. “I know how much you love going down on me. I know how much you enjoy my praise. I love you.”

Hongjoong looked sad for a moment and it almost made you break the fourth wall that was your dream for a moment. He shook his head again and painted a pleased smile back on his face. “I’ll take what I can get, I suppose.”

Hongjoong licked one long strip along your pussy and you groaned like a porn star. He took his time, exploring you as if it was the first and last time he’d get to. He took time to prod your hole teasingly but once he heard the desperate noises you made from him when he got to your clit, well, that’s where he made himself at home. He would spend a few seconds flicking his tongue up and down on your clit to wind you up and then brought you back down by flattening his tongue and using slow licks where you felt every inch of his tongue. He was winding you up and it was driving you wild. 

“Hongjoong, your tongue feels so good on my clitty. So wet and so good, God, you treat me like a queen, oh yeah, just like that, Joongie, oh --feels so good, yes, yes!--” You cried out, almost choking on your own words as your climax hit. Because of all the build-up, it smacked you like a two-ton truck. You saw stars for a bit, your cunt contracting again and again, your climax echoing down your nerves until you sighed, content that you had found your high. 

Hongjoong’s face appeared above your head, eyes bright with glee. “Did you come?”

You smacked him half heartedly, earning a giggle from him. “Fuck that was hot. I definitely married the right man.”

Hongjoong cuddled you to his chest, wrapping your body in his arms. He kissed the crown of your head and whispered, “You’re my dream girl.”

You woke up the next morning feeling well-used. Which made no sense, you had just been sleeping. Maybe it had been the awkward way you had fallen asleep. Your dream lingered at the back of your head but you quickly forgot about it as you packed up to be out of the room by ten. It wasn’t until you got to the front desk to return the key and saw Hongjoong, that it all came back to you. 

You blushed as your hands touched his when he took the key back. “Thank you for everything,” You murmured.

Hongjoong captured his tongue between his teeth, looking pleased and naughty. “Think nothing of it.” Then he bent over to reach a drawer down low and you had a direct look down his shirt. And there was a bite mark around his nipple… exactly like the one your dream self had done to your husband.

You gasped and Hongjoong’s eyes shot upwards to meet yours. “Like what you see?”

You cleared your throat, somehow finding your voice and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“You’re lucky you’re not here with anyone,” Hongjoong winked at you, “It’s not good form to check out the guy at the front desk.”

“You were checking out the guy at the front desk, weren’t you?” 

“What are you?” You whispered, feeling another shiver go down your spine.

Hongjoong shrugged, "Just a guy who likes to flirt with the cute girls that come through here."

You left the motel in a state of bewilderment and it wasn't until you finished your day of drinking in the sunshine while you drove, that you looked up 'supernatural' and 'dreams'. Succubus came up immediately but that was a female. Then you saw the term Incubus for the male version of succubus and paled.

How the hell were you going to explain to Wooyoung that you had dream sex with an Incubus???

A/N: To those not familiar with Incubus’, they feed off of the energy that comes with sex. So they sneak into your dreams, have sex with you and get fed. Hongjoong commonly rents out the honeymoon suite to random female strangers coming into the motel so he can feed from them with the illusion that he’s their husband and they're enjoying the honeymoon suite. He believes that most of the women want that degrading jealous sex without the worry that normally comes with it in real life. However, you manage to get inside his head and turn the tables. Really, all the Hongjoong wants is to have that loving moment with a woman who might love him back. He wants to feel loved when he’s always the one giving himself to others. So you’re a treat for him.

“Maybe I just pass this round!” You screamed over the wind howling through the small cabin of the plane. 

“No chance!” Your friend answered you with a bright grin, mischief glimmering in their eyes. They stood right next to the open door, waiting patiently for the professionals to check the parachute. 

You gulped nervously, leaning slowly towards the entrance as you wanted to check the height one more time. Your grip tightened even more around the small handle you had been clutching to the past ten minutes. Even though you wanted to jump and feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins, something inside of you stirred and told you it wasn’t a good idea.

“Could we postpone it to some other day?”

“Y/N, we paid for this and we won’t get that money back! I won’t let it go to waste!”

You winced upon hearing the harsh tone of your friend. A defeated sigh left your lips and you stepped to the handle next to the open door, holding it like your life depended on it. You scanned the area far beneath you, seeing large fields in various shapes of green. A few clouds casted shadows to the ground but otherwise everything appeared peaceful.

“Fine”, you grumbled and looked at the safety instructor, asking her to repeat every little detail you needed to know.

“Awesome!” Your friend clapped into their hands, once the instructor finished. “It’s time.”

“I really don’t think..”

“I swear to god. This isn’t your first jump! Get a grip!” With that your friend pushed you out of the open door, laughing almost hysterically when you let out an ear piercing shriek and jumping right after you.

“I hate you!” You shouted at them, trying to somewhat glare at them. You could only imagine them laughing as the wind and adrenaline made it impossible for you to hear.

The ground came closer with every heartbeat and you automatically placed your hand over the handle you were supposed to pull soon. You looked at your friend, seeing how they shortly nodded before they dove down. You rolled your eyes internally, hating this race as it played with your lifes. At the same time you weren’t one to back out of a challenge.

You swiftly followed your friend, keeping your hand always at the handle to be ready at any second. You passed your friend again, smirking triumphantly, when suddenly another wave of discomfort hit you. Panicked, you pulled the handle, gasping in shock when the added resistance of the parachute pulled you back up.

The second the parachute unfolded the wind picked up its pace and pulled you further away from your friend and the original landing spot.

You cursed as you tried to steer the parachute against the force of nature, ignoring the dread filling your stomach and mind. 

Another gust of wind pushed you towards a mountain range. If you hadn’t been so panicky about crashing into the mountain side, you would have probably noticed how peculiar the wind blew you around. 

You screamed when you dropped out of the air, looking up at the parachute in fear it ripped but instead it was pushed inwards. Tears started to stream down your face while you tried everything in your hand to fix the issue, feeling like a toddler in a high stool trying to get something.

Right before you crashed into the canopy of a thick forest the wind changed its direction and carried you across the trees.

Your chest rapidly rose and fell from your erratic breathing. Your vision faded at the edges more often than you’d like and you were sure, if you wouldn’t land soon you would pass out hanging midair.

As if the wind heard your thoughts it stopped blowing all together. A sob ripped through your lips and you tried steering the parachute towards a clearing ahead of you.

Once your feet touched the ground you toppled over, crying heavily while thanking anyone willing to hear your prayers for surviving whatever you just experienced. You needed several minutes to cease your crying before you frantically stripped yourself of the parachute, kicking against it out of frustration.

More minutes passed before you calmed down enough and looked around. You noticed an almost hidden path between the trees but hesitated following it, as you didn’t know whether it was man made or a trail from wild animals.

You probably would have contemplated your decision a lot longer if the wind hadn’t piped up again, bringing dark rain clouds. As soon as the first heavy drops fell from the sky, you ignored your nagging feeling and started running. You simply hoped the path would lead you to a street or a village nearby.

The rain got stronger and stronger with each second, soaking your clothes and hair. Raindrops clung to your eyelashes and cold seeped into your skin. Despite running, you started to shiver.

Through the thick ropes of water you noticed the forest clearing ahead of you. Picking up your pace, you ran onto the grounds of a manor. You barely noticed the broken windows, splintering paint and missing tiles as you sprinted around the manor and towards the entrance door.

You hammered with your fist against the old, withered wood, suppressing another shiver. With the heavy rain behind you, you weren’t able to hear anything from inside and after the third knock you pushed against the door, relieved it opened and let you in.

The wind howled through the dusty hallway. A lightning bolt lit the area shortly, showing you broken and pushed over furniture.

You trembled again and tried making you as small as possible to conserve some body heat. You waited for the next flash of light, moving around whenever you saw something. You wanted to find the kitchen of the manor as fast as possible, hoping to find a candle and some matches in one of the drawers.

For once you felt lucky when you actually found what you were searching for. You lit the candle and inhaled deeply from the satisfaction of having a better light source now.

The kitchen didn’t look much different from the hallway, except that it appeared to be much cleaner and less dusty - almost used even.

You wandered around the manor, intrigued by the old building. With a thunderstorm raging outside there wasn’t much else for you to do anyway. 

On your expedition through the rooms you found a bathroom and old towels, deciding to change your wet clothes for one of the large towels - at least for now. You wrung out your clothes over the bathtub, wincing at the amount of water you were able to get out of them.

The wind continued to rattle against the outside of the manor even when you finished your wandering in the large living room, standing in front of an old fireplace. 

You squinted your eyes and stepped closer to it, feeling remnants of heat coming from the stones around the place. You clutched the towel harder against your front, when you saw the glint of a dying ember.

“Hello?” You turned around with the candle in your hand. “Is anybody there?” Your breathing became shallow as your thoughts raced around your head, spinning the worst possible scenarios. 

You quickly placed the candle next to the fireplace and started to get into your wet clothes again, wincing in disgust from the feeling against your skin. Still, there was no way you would in this manor with someone else hiding around here.

Once you were fully clothed, you dropped the towel and ran the path back to the main entrance. You hurried outside, getting hit by cold raindrops instantly. 

You weren’t even able to make three steps when a lightning bolt hit a tree at the edge of the clearing. The power behind it as well as the deafening cracking sound, making you scream and stumble back. 

Before you could fall to the ground someone caught you and carried you back inside the manor. The person held you close to their chest, their heart rapidly beating against your form. You heard a small chuff coming from that person as they carried you through the manor and placed you on something plush in another room.

“Don’t”, the person said lowly, clearing their throat before continuing, “be scared.” 

You simply nodded, unable to say anything or move further - the fear still grasping you tightly. You blinked a few times when the flames grew bigger inside of the fireplace, showcasing a person crouching in front of it. 

A person with a tail and round ears on top of their head.

You gasped involuntarily as you realised you stumbled into the territory of a wild hybrid. 

He turned his head slightly, eyes reflecting the source of light and shining almost eerily while they stared at you. 

You swallowed harshly, feeling literally like prey under that stare. A soft squeak left your lips when he suddenly stood up. You placed your hand over your beating heart while your eyes followed his movements around the room. You squeaked again when he threw the towel at you and left the room, shortly returning after to throw something else on the couch next to you.

You watched him placing another towel on his own head and carefully drying his hair. He stood close to the fire and you noticed droplets of water falling from his torn sweater to the ground, a pang of guilt piercing your heart.

The tip of his striped tail flicked restlessly behind him and you saw how he glanced at you every now and then from underneath the towel.

“Thanks”, you whispered and slowly started to dry off yourself as well, still watching the hybrid carefully.

“It’s dangerous outside.”

You nodded softly, unsure whether he meant the world itself or the thunderstorm that continued raging outside. “It is. I hope you can forgive me for just barging into your home.” You bit on your lower lip and avoided looking at him.

“You’re safer here.” He stopped drying his hair and looked at you intently, a small frown appearing on his face. His lower lip pushed outwards as he continued to stare at you.

“Is something wrong?” You asked hesitantly, slowly shifting underneath his gaze. 

“You’re not changing into the dry clothes I got you.” He pointed at the pile next to you on the couch.

You followed his finger, your mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ in your surprise. “I didn’t notice. Thank you.” You carefully grabbed the first item and unfolded it, seeing an equally torn sweater like the one the hybrid was wearing. “What about you? Do you have another set of dry clothes?” You looked back up to him.

He shook his head, but before you were able to refuse his offer to wear his clothes he spoke up: “My body heat is higher than that of humans. My clothes will dry soon enough. Especially when I’m next to the fire.”

“Take at least the pants”, you said and held the jogging pants towards him. “The sweater is big enough to cover me.” To underline your statement, you pulled the sweater over your body, showing how it ended mid your thighs.

The hybrid huffed but grabbed the pants nonetheless, immediately getting out of his wet pants.

You tensed and spun around, looking the other way as quickly as possible. You never really came in contact with a hybrid beyond the greeting and occasional small talk and since you were against owning a being with a free will you never bothered to inform yourself about any habits that might occur while living with one. 

“Aren’t you changing?”

You squeaked when he suddenly addressed you. “I, uh -” You turned around and looked at him with an awkward smile - “I usually don’t undress in front of someone else.”

He looked at you for a moment longer before his face lit up in understanding. Without another word he silently turned around, facing away from you.

You blinked a few times, staring at him a little longer. It felt strange changing clothes with him in the same room but you couldn’t say it felt bad. Somehow, you felt assured in his presence.

“I’m done”, you mumbled and sat back down on the couch, scooting to the edge closer to the warm fire. “Thanks again.”

For a while both of you kept silent and only watched the flames dancing within the fireplace. They casted shadows on your faces and the wall behind you two and slowly but surely lured you into a state of drowsiness.

You suppressed a yawn, realising now that the adrenaline had dissipated within your body, you felt drained and exhausted - ready to sleep for at least half a day if you could. Yet, you tried to stay awake, wanting to know more about the hybrid that crouched down in front of the fire.

He was close enough for you to touch him if you stretched your arm. Your fingers twitched with the thought of petting his fluff ears. You quickly balled your hands into fists and pressed them against your body. “I never asked for your name”, you blurted out, trying to distract your initial thoughts.

“Soon Young. I’m a korean tiger hybrid. The last tiger of Korea.” 

You smiled with endearment when his chest swelled with pride while he introduced himself, the tip of his tail twitching in excitement. “Nice to meet you”, you whispered and bowed your head towards him as you introduced yourself as well.

Soon Young chuffed softly upon hearing your name, repeating it inaudibly for himself. He scooted slightly closer to you, starting to ask you a bunch of questions. He was eager to know as much as possible about you, such as how you came to the manor, where you lived, if you owned a hybrid, where you worked, what you thought of him and many more.

You laughed quietly and tried to answer all of his questions, thankful he kept you somewhat awake for now. You bit on your lower lip to prevent yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter seeing his broad grin, swelled chest and eyes that turned into crescent moons right after you told him you were quite impressed by his aura.

By now Soon Young sat right in front of you, his tail had curled around your ankle at one point and he now rested his head on your lap, chuffing in content when you brushed through his hair.

Your heart fluttered softly. You were surprised by how sociable he was but didn’t feel opposed to it. Instead you found it quite welcoming and came to love the familiarity with him.

As time passed your eyelids got heavier, leading your eyes to be closed a longer time than they stay open. Yet, you couldn’t just fall asleep now. The storm hadn’t lessened so far but you knew once it stopped, you would have to leave. After all, at least one person would be searching for you and you couldn’t let them think the worst.

“Soon Young?” You mumbled sleepily, head already lolling to the side.

He hummed quietly as he stood up and moved you into a lying position on the couch.

You grabbed his wrist, wordlessly asking him to stay close. You hummed in satisfaction when Soon Young lied down next to you, nudging his nose against your cheek with a happy chuff. “Would you live with me?”

“Here?”

You shook your head. “No, at my place. Near the city.”

Soon Young stayed silent for a while and you started to worry you might have offended him with the question. But before you could apologise to him, Soon Young answered you. “Yes, please.”

You yawned softly, grinning against his chest. “I’m glad.”

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You had had a very in-depth discussion with him about Hongjoong and as it turned out, your instincts were spot on. You had inadvertently had sex with an incubus and thus cheated on Wooyoung. He wasn’t exactly angry, per say. Wooyoung’s question had been ‘if it was good’, in which you had responded as it was probably best dream sex you ever had. That pried a wry grin from Wooyoung and made you shiver. 

So the two of you hammered out that if you were going to continue down your bucket list, Wooyoung was going to accompany you. His eyes had been shaded with sadness when he said a break would do him good anyways. You were inclined to agree. Although Wooyoung’s self-imposed job was honorable, you could tell it always tore a piece of his soul out every time he had to look at the room he had shared with Yeosang. So, here the two of you were, on your way to a lake to swim in, Wooyoung with you to make sure no other supernatural beings messed with you.

Except the one supernatural being that was with you had you at your limits.

“Wooyoung, please!” You groaned.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been away from the orphanage in forever and I--” Wooyoung’s eyes sharpened, “I’m hungry.”

You paled at his announcement. “Uh, I’m driving, I don't think it’s such a good idea to…”

Okay, in your defense, you weren’t exactly well-versed in all things vampire. Sure, you knew that Wooyoung needed to feed, but in your excitement to have him accompany you to the lake, you hadn't quite thought that part through. 

Wooyoung undid his seatbelt and leaned across the car to nudge your neck. You felt a tiny lick to your pulse and squealed. “Wooyoung!”

“Are you going to let me bite you?” Wooyoung wondered out loud.

“W-well, who else are you going to feed from!” You couldn't help but stutter.

“What else are you going to let me do to you?” Wooyoung decided to push the envelope further. 

“I’m going to crash this car if you don’t stop this,” You said through gritted teeth.

And with a satisfied laugh, Wooyoung sat back and stopped asking you if you had arrived at your destination. The tease. You didn’t know what was worse: the beating of your heart out of your chest or the pooling of wetness in your underwear.

When you arrived at the lake that was quite remote, you quickly set up the tent you had brought. Which was an adventure because neither of you had put a tent together. But once set up, Wooyoung was quick to nap, high noon being late for him to still be up. So you pecked his cheek, and he cheekily got in an ass squeeze and left him to his nap.

The forest around the lake is calling you. The leafed boughs threw dapple patterns on the forest floor and you felt at ease with your surroundings. You shouldn't have. Hairs start to creep up on the back of your neck and you feel like you're being watched. You stop your walk and peer around but the forest is lush and you can't quite see past the brush and the shadows. So you turn around and find yourself back at the lake. The closer to Wooyoung, the better.

Your lazy vampire boyfriend wasn't awake until you started cooking as the sun set and even then he was a bit of a hassle. He wanted to hang off you and begged for the bacon before you could finish them for the burgers preparing on the gas stove you brought.

"Wooyoung, please!" You tried to shrug him off a bit so that you could finish cooking but he's not put off so easily. His lips found your earlobe and his teeth delicately pulled on the soft flesh there. "Wanna find out if I can bite here and suck your blood?" Wooyoung said with a flick of his tongue against your earlobe.

"What has got you so horny?" You asked incredulously.

"We have an audience," Wooyoung whispered in your ear.

You froze up immediately, heart in your throat, food forgotten. "Are we in danger?" You whispered back.

"No, I just think he likes to watch. Did you see him earlier?" Wooyoung leaned even more weight on you from behind, arms around your body and pulled you into his lap, away from the stove.

"More like felt his presence," You quietly corrected him. 

"Are you some kinda supernatural creature whisperer, weird girl?" Wooyoung chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You squealed and it caused the bushes to rattle. Had you scared your audience as well? "Shut up, Wooyoung. What do we do?"

"I think it's time to go skinny dipping," Wooyoung said excitedly. His fingers found the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. His warm hands are over your bare breasts immediately, massaging them lightly.

"Woo!" You called out weakly, like you could tell him to stop. 

"Do you like that someone is watching us, Weird Girl?" Wooyoung said, sounding smug and turned on at the same time.

You whined and turned your head into your shoulder, embarrassed but still turned on. Your lower half was flooded at this point. You opened your legs as an invitation to slither his hands down your front but Wooyoung chose instead to stand up and whip off his own shirt. "Let's go swimming!"

With a whoop, Wooyoung had his shorts and underwear off, and ran into the lake. You stood there, stunned at his impulsiveness but also, he left you half naked and defenseless. You covered your breasts with your arms and stood there, shivering slightly now that Wooyoung’s warmth was gone. Wooyoung was too busy splashing in the shallows to hear your second squeal of the night, as velvet-soft fur rubbed against the back of your legs. You spun around but there was nothing there. You sped-walked to the lake's shore and stripped off the rest of your clothes. What the heck was that?

"Come to Daddy," Wooyoung grinned, beckoning you with outstretched arms.

"Ew, Wooyoung," You scolded him but nonetheless sought out his warmth again.

Wooyoung looked devastating in the moonlight. Water droplets sparkled off his tan skin and his hair was pushed back, soaked as well. He chuckled deeply and you felt a smile pull at your lips with him. Who could be grumpy when you had Wooyoung looking at you happy and carefree. "I'm glad we're here," You said.

"Me too," Wooyoung grinned happily. "Now, do you want my dick or my fangs first, because I can appreciate wanting a little blood to spice up the evening."

You slapped his chest and he laughed even harder. "Stop teasing me!"

Wooyoung’s voice dipped a little lower. "Got you to relax and forget about our audience though, didn't I?"

That little shit.

You wetted your lips nervously. "We're not really going to fuck in front of someone…are we?"

"Oh, he won't be able to stay hidden once I draw blood," Wooyoung said with a gleam in his eye.

You looked at Wooyoung weirdly. "What in the world are you planning?"

"Let's find out!" Wooyoung nuzzled your shoulder, licking the water off your skin. "You're so warm and wet. And that's on the outside. Let me taste your blood, Weird Girl."

"Please, Wooyoung, you're driving me insane!" You begged.

Wooyoung giggled quietly and then daintily bit into the junction of your shoulder. He suctioned his mouth there and drank from you. His fangs puncturing your skin made you hiss but soon you were moaning. For every suck Wooyoung took of your blood, it was like a phantom mouth was sucked at your lower half. You started to cant your hips forward to brush against Wooyoung’s dick, searching for more friction.  

Wooyoung lifted his mouth from your shoulder and licked it to seal the two holes. "You taste so good, Weird Girl. I think I'll keep you."

"Woo! Young!" You said his name in pieces because he was driving you wild with desire and he was still teasing you. "Please, I need you."

"Just be patient. I promise, it'll pay off." Wooyoung pulled back and gently pushed your hair behind your ear. 

Wooyoung made his way back to the shore and you wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter. You couldn't see what was behind you but Wooyoung sure could.

"I was wondering when you'd show your face," Wooyoung said so nonchalantly, like it was normal for an unknown entity to watch you fuck your human girlfriend in the water.

"I smelled blood," A voice said from behind you. You wiggled, wanting to see who was there but Wooyoung held you tightly to his chest.

"I hope you don't plan on eating her. She may look good enough to eat but she's not a human you should kill." Wooyoung shifted you in his arms and you squealed as your lower lips brushed up against his stomach.

There was silence for a moment and then, "Is she yours?" The question sounded curious, like the male behind you wasn't sure such a situation was possible.

"I'm hers," Wooyoung corrected him quietly and your fingers dug into Wooyoung’s arms. "She is helping a few of us, I guess. She found me too. Are you alone out here?"

"She smells… like home."

Your stomach dropped at those words. What was it about you that just drew these supernatural beings to you? "Wooyoung," You said his name cautiously.

"She tastes like home too." 

You buried your face into Wooyoung’s neck, feeling your neck and cheeks burning up. Wooyoung walked forward, chin on your shoulder to see over your form.  "You know, for a kitty cat, you're not half bad. All the other vampires told me were-animals were just a step above an animal. What's your name?"

"San. I am alone. I grew up with a human father," San, the werecat, explained. 

Had he been the fur you had felt earlier and the presence in the shadows? Had he been stalking you like prey? You shivered and Wooyoung mistook it for you being cold.

"Come help me warm her up, will you? It's partially your fault she's cold. We could have just fucked in the lake but you were watching." Wooyoung moved around San and you finally got to see who had been hunting you.

He had long blonde hair and sharp pupils like a cat. If you had to guess, based on the local environment, you'd assume he was a mountain lion were-animal: golden, large and adaptable. San’s shoulders were broad and reminded you of the smooth muscles of a cat. He was feral and gorgeous and you were attracted to him on sight.

"Pretty, isn't he?" Wooyoung whispered in your ear. "Want to invite him to play?"

You weren't sure if it was the fact that you had lost some blood, horny, scared or excited at the idea of having sex with a stranger but you found yourself agreeing. Clearly this had been the payoff Wooyoung had been talking about.

That's how you found yourself lying out on your air mattress, legs wide open and San in between them. He ate you out like he was starving and you were a first course meal. Wooyoung cupped your head and fucked your mouth lazily. You whimpered around Wooyoung as San sucked on your clit.

"He eating you out well?" Wooyoung cooed at you. "Gonna come for us already? I think I could fuck your wet mouth all night, you feel so good."

Wooyoung’s legs were tight, knees in the mattress and spread so he could kneel beside you and fuck your face. It really did seem like he was in no hurry to come, he just enjoyed the feeling of being inside of you.

San, on the other hand, was fucking the air mattress greedily. You could hear his body shifting the sleeping bag beneath you both and his own small noises of pleasure as he gained some friction of his own. But his sole focus was still on making you come.

You didn't even have time to warn anyone, your hips pushed forward into San’s face and you released Wooyoung with a pop. You came with a drawn-out whine. Your toes curled and you whimpered as the aftershocks made your pussy clench around nothing. Your cum gushed out of you, you could feel it dripping. San gathered it on two of his fingers and sucked on them in front of you and Wooyoung.

"Can we keep him?" Wooyoung asked in a staged whisper and you slapped his thigh.

"It's my turn," Wooyoung cackled. Moving to where San was. He pulled San's fingers from San's mouth and stuck them in his own. "Told you she tasted like home."

"Gonna fuck you now, weird girl. Gonna give you everything you wanted earlier. Gonna fuck you better than that incubus did. You gonna get wet while San watches, hmmm?" Wooyoung turned his dark gaze to the werecat that had moved over and was now lying on his side, watching you both. "Gonna touch yourself while we fuck? Show us how a pretty kitty comes."

San ducked his head but his hand moved to his crotch regardless. His hand wrapped around his dick and he whimpered as he began to stroke himself. You weren't sure how long you were staring but soon the head of Wooyoung’s cock was pushing at your entrance. He struggled a bit, his voice sounding strained. "You're so fucking tight. Shit."

"Wooyoung, fuck," is all you can manage as he shallowly thrusted into you, making room for himself.

Wooyoung can't help it, he gets a bit pussy-drunk when he's inside of you. "This pussy is so good," He grunted, watching how his dick moved in and out of your swollen lower lips. "Your pussy loves this dick, doesn't it, taking me so well. So fucking wet and soft, fuck." Wooyoung won't shut up about your cunt. He doesn't even care if he's repeating himself, he's in love with the way you feel around him. He's so drunk, he's almost forgotten about San. But you didn't.

San's heavy lidded and looking like sin itself, masturbating to Wooyoung fucking you so damn good. You are wetter at San watching you but also watching him. His golden body is gorgeous and it's almost personal porn to see him so fucked out and part of the reason is because of you. 

"San, move closer," You beckoned him with an outstretched hand.

San wriggled until his body was close to you and Wooyoung now. Your hand clasped with his, San’s eyes sook out your own. "Can I be yours?" He asked, sounding a little lost if you're honest with yourself.

You captured San's lips, pausing to affirm your actions. "Of course."

"Mine too," Wooyoung grunted and then firmly took San’s dick in his hand.

So the three of you got laid, you and San made out with each other while holding hands, Wooyoung doing a lot of the work by fucking you in your pussy that was sopping wet because of San’s tongue and Wooyoung worked San’s length with one hand. You and San whimpered into each other's mouths, climaxes moving closer and closer to completion.

"Can you two fucking come already?" Wooyoung panted from above you.

San came undone first, a deep growl into your mouth. His kitty cat fangs gently dug into your bottom lip and you groaned back into his lips. He spurted all over his stomach, painting his glorious skin white with his own cum. Wooyoung was second, fucking through his climax with a desperate whine in the back of his throat. He'd fuck you through his sensitivity just so you could come. And when you did, you screamed. You were so fucking wet with your climax and when Wooyoung pulled out at last, your mixture of cum pushed out of your cunt. Wooyoung slapped a hand down on your cunt before you leaked onto the sleeping bag below. You whimpered, so fucking sensitive after being eaten out and fucked. 

"San, take care of her. I'm going to wet some clean socks to clean us up." Wooyoung was definitely a supernatural being if he could raise himself up and walk out of the tent with no help. You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

San had gathered his cum on his fingers and was offering them to you as his other hand cupped your pussy to hold in everything. You squirmed under his touch, tongue cleaning off every bit of the fingers he had pushed inside your mouth. "What do I taste like?" San wondered, tilting his head.

"Like something I've been missing out on."

♡♡♡

The next day, you all packed up after one last swim in the lake. San was coming back with you, for what it was worth. You weren't sure about how this was all going to work, but both boys found solace in you and you couldn't find an ounce of you that wanted to stop that. If that meant that you had a werecat and a vampire as your boyfriends, who were you to argue?

So Wooyoung laid in the backseat, an arm thrown across his arms as he proclaimed he was napping since San was there to keep you company.

"Do you think…" San gnawed on his bottom lip, his kitty cat fangs delicately digging into the flesh there, "You think I'd be able to transform for you?"

You widened your eyes and stole a glance before bringing your eyes back to the road. "You want me to see what you look like in your other form?"

San is slouched against the window, trying to appear like he wasn't about to hang off your next few words. "Only if you'd like."

"She would love to." Wooyoung leaned forward between the two of you. "Now, where was that motel you stayed at?" Wooyoung asked.

"Wooyoung," You said his name on warning.

"What? You don't think we should pick him up too? What was his name again? Hoongjong?"

You sighed heavily, "It was Hongjoong. Do you really think he wants to come back with us?"

"Yes," both boys answered at the same time.

Guess your destiny was out of your hands now.

You turned the corner with your flashlight raised high and the light reflected into eyes that shone a yellow ring like an animal. You screamed, the entity with the pair of eyes winced and you both flung yourself as far away as possible from each other. 

“Oh my god, you scared me!” As it turned out, there was another human being with you in this abandoned building. 

You raised your flashlight again, avoiding their face, to find that this wasn’t just a human being. He had tanned skin and dyed blonde hair but there was no mistaking his red eyes. You had stumbled upon a vampire in this abandoned building.

“Oh fuck,” You cursed softly.

The vampire gave you a toothy, cheeky grin. “First vampire, huh?”

“No, not my first vampire!” You denied immediately. You winced, that sentence sounding more dirty coming out of your mouth. “I just didn’t expect to find someone living in an abandoned building.”

“I don’t live here,” The vampire denied, “I just kinda, haunt it while it's daytime. For obvious reasons.”

“Well, I’m going to continue exploring, bye.” You gathered up your dignity and swung around another corner. 

“If you want--” Your flashlight hit his torso, revealing that he was wringing his hands, “--I know this place like the back of my hand. I could show you the cool rooms on the sixth floor.”

You attempted to think of any half ass rules you might have absorbed about vampires but the only thing your brain can come up with is an old Fae rule where knowing a name meant power so you went with that. “What’s your name?”

“Wooyoung,” The vampire said, biting his lip and looking like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

“Wooyoung.” You pursed your lips to the side in thought, “You haven’t attacked me yet, so I guess I can trust you.”

Wooyoung nodded very quickly, “You can trust me. I promise I won’t feed from you. Unless you ask me to. And then I might be tempted.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not gonna happen. Lead the way, Oh Knowledgeable One.”

Wooyoung excitedly scampered ahead of you, making you curse as you stumbled upon debris to keep up with him. “Up these stairs, come on!” 

After a few flights of stairs, your breathing caught up with you and you had to slow down. Something woosh-ed down the center of the stairwell and you looked upwards. Wooyoung’s blonde head appeared peeking over the railing for a moment and then disappeared. This was starting to feel less fun and more eerie. “Wait, Wooyoung, I’m not a supernatural being!”

“I’m waiting~” Wooyoung taunted you and you huffed in frustration.

You finally got to the sixth floor and a shiver went down your spine. The feeling was different up here. The reception had given you an abandoned vibe but you could feel something on the sixth floor. You swung your flashlight around to see if it gave you a hint of what occurred up here and you landed on a sign that said “Correctional Rooms”. You almost dropped your flashlight when you saw Wooyoung standing by the sign with his hands ruefully behind his back.

“They used to do all kinds of horrible things to the children here.” Wooyoung’s face spoke a thousand emotions: anger, sadness and regret. “Drug experiments. Electric shock therapy. Physical abuse for the children that simply wouldn’t let the first two happen. Can’t you feel the pain on this floor?”

You didn’t respond to Wooyoung but moved further down the hallway. You had heard all the stories. The horrible past Wooyoung was reciting and the rumors of the hauntings. It all seemed very real the way your goosebumps wouldn’t go away. Wooyoung followed close behind you. You gasped as your flashlight revealed a forgotten teddy bear. This was exactly what you were looking for and also nothing like you expected. The pessimistic side of you had been preparing to be very let down but you were not.

“No one ever comes here anymore. The ghost stories are sometimes a deterrent but mostly other people visit the same as you,” Wooyoung continued to fill the air with his chatter.

“Do you greet all your guests like me?” You said as a joke, in an attempt to dispel your fears. 

“I don’t greet any of them,” Wooyoung responded.

You whipped around, not liking his tone, but he was no longer behind you. “Wooyoung?” You called out.

“You’re different.” Wooyoung’s voice seemed to float in the air. 

“What makes me different?” You word vomit because you’re scared shitless now. What the fuck was going on?

“The other ones, they come here to mess with the ghosts. They aren’t here out of curiosity, they’re here to cause more pain. I don’t like them.” Wooyoung’s words should be reassuring you but they only make the hair on the back of your neck stand up more.

“Do any of the visitors leave this place?” You have the courage to ask.

“No,” Wooyoung informed you forlornly. 

“Am I leaving this place?” You asked with your heart beating in your throat.

Wooyoung appeared before you suddenly, making you jump. He laughed but it didn’t sound jovial. “That depends. What did you bring?”

How the hell did he…? You swallow down your fear and reach for the bag you had brought with you. “I know it’s not a lot but…” You pull a stuffed dog and a “Missing You” greeting card. “I just thought, this place seems more sad than scary. If there were any ghosts, perhaps they might appreciate a new stuffed animal and to know that someone cared about them.”

Wooyoung’s eyes are sorrowful. "I don't think anyone has done that before."

You swallowed but there was no moisture in your mouth. "Does that mean you're not going to kill me?"

Wooyoung grinned with the side of his mouth, "No, I don't think I'll kill you today." That sentence wasn't reassuring either.

You placed the stuffed animal and the card on the ground, pushing away any dust or garbage with your jean jacket sleeve, and stood up slowly. Your eyes were on Wooyoung, trying to gauge him. His emotions were written all over his face but it was his intentions that were hidden. 

“When you said you haunt this place…?” You let the question hang in the air, implications there for Wooyoung to read.

Wooyoung sent you a toothy grin, “You wanna test to see if I’m real or a ghost?”

You shrank away from him. “No thank you,” You declined softly.

The grin faded from his face and Wooyoung looked disappointed. “Oh, you’re no fun.”

There was something that didn’t sit well with you, however. “I can’t believe people come here with ill intentions.”

Wooyoung cocked his head, “Do you want to help me?”

You sent an unsure look to Wooyoung. “Help you how?”

“Help me here,” Wooyoung threw his arms out wide, “Be the tour guide.”

You paled at the suggestion. “You want me to lure people to their deaths?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “I’ll teach you about the orphanage, let you know certain details. You can charge people, it’ll be like a black market tourist attraction. And if anyone gets rowdy…” No visitors have ever left this place.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure.”

Wooyoung’s eyebrows furrowed in determination. “People should learn about this place. This should never happen again. Help the souls here.” He reached for your hands. “Help me.”

You don’t have the ability to say no to Wooyoung at that point, so you do exactly as he suggests. Word of mouth spreads in your city that there is a guide that can take you through the famous abandoned orphanage. You start a snapchat to set up tours. It’s mostly teenagers and young adults looking to get spooked. But there are a few out of towners and tourists that get in on it too. You start to make a little side hustle during the summer.

“The final year that the orphanage was open was a time of pure terror,” You informed the two twenty-something guys and the girl hanging off one of their arms. “The adults in charge knew that their time for their experiments was running out, so they upped their ante. By the time the orphanage closed… there were no more children alive.”

The girl shivered and clung harder to the guy she was with. Which triggered the guy’s toxic masculinity trait. He snorted in disbelief. “This entire place is a hoax.”

The other guy, whether trying to prove he wasn’t scared either or trying to impress the two he was with, kicked down a door in excitement. “Fuck you ghosts!”

You winced at the loud noise. “Come on, hasn’t this place gone through enough?”

The guy with the girl grinned. He extracted himself from her grasp and followed the first guy into the room. You could hear them making a mess and damaging whatever was in that room. The girl just giggled, like it was typical boys being boys. You felt sick to your stomach.

You only had a glimpse of Wooyoung’s blonde hair and felt your clothes be pulled as if a gust of wind was going through you. Then you heard a loud BANG and a small whimper. The girl called out two names, tentatively moving towards the room. When she saw what was inside, she screamed and then was yanked inside the room as well. The door closed with a finality that made your insides crawl. You knew you had to make yourself look at what had occurred in the room. You had to see for yourself who exactly Wooyoung was. 

Your mind couldn't function properly at first, in its own attempts to block out the horror. You identified the room as one where the orphans slept in. There were two beds opposite each other against a wall, one caved in in the middle and another upside down now. Children’s drawings had been ripped from the wall and laid face down on the dirty floor. It was sad for a children’s room, that much you knew, but it was made worse by the massacre. Three bodies surrounded Wooyoung, who was in the middle. When your eyes finally meandered onto him, he was wiping his lips with the heel of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek.

“Wooyoung,” You said his name in fear and in bewilderment.

Wooyoung smiled, tight and small. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You wobbled your ankle, trying to will your eyes to fall on anything but the twisted bodies on the floor. “How do you know so much about this place?”

Wooyoung refused to meet your eyes. “The spirits--”

“--what does this room mean to you, Wooyoung?” You cut him off. You wanted some straight answers to the theory that had been forming in your mind since you had agreed to play as tour guide and Wooyoung had taught you some very specific details about the orphanage. 

Wooyoung breathed in and out deeply. “This was my room. I shared it with another boy, Yeosang. We--we went through a lot in this place but at least we had each other at the end of the day. Until… until I got adopted. I had to leave Yeosang behind. I vowed to come back but… by the time I was able to, this place was already shut down. And Yeosang was nowhere to be found. The records were purged, of course, this place was too nasty to leave anything behind. I hoped--” Wooyoung’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, holding in his sobs. “--I hoped Yeosang had got adopted too. But eventually--”

A shimmering form appeared in front of Wooyoung. The shape was roughly the size of a child, hitting Wooyoung mid-chest. “When I get out of here, you’ll follow me, right Wooyoung?”

Tears poured from Wooyoung’s eyes, except where there was water for a human, the only bodily fluid inside Wooyoung was blood. They made red rivulets down his cheeks. “I’ll follow you anywhere you go, Yeosang.” His hand moved to settle on the ghost’s head but simply passed right through it.

Your heart felt like it was tearing out of your chest. You had known, deep down inside, that the orphanage wasn’t simply a place that Wooyoung had ended up at. But you had never pried for any more information than what Wooyoung was willing to volunteer. But this was devastating to learn.

“You’ve done your best, Woo,” You said in a low voice. Your feet moved and you found yourself closer to Wooyoung than was necessarily safe. 

“Have I?” Wooyoung’s eyes finally met yours. He was sad and it echoed in his eyes and also along his face. 

You nodded. “Teaching others of this place, protecting the ghosts and showing no mercy to anyone who dare taint this place any further--you’ve done your duty.”

Wooyoung smiled again, this one bitter-sweet. “If only Yeosang could see me now.”

“I see you,” You said with as much assurance as you could muster.

Wooyoung wiped away his blood-tears and his eyes got serious. “Would it be gross that I wanna kiss you right now.” His eyes lowered to stare at your lips.

You pushed them inward and Wooyoung huffed a laugh at your attempt to hide them. “Is it gross that I kinda want you to kiss me?”

Wooyoung let out a bright laugh that almost seemed to banish the shadows in the room. “We’re weird.”

“Woo,” You said softly, cupping his face.

Wooyoung tipped his head and your lips met. His lips tasted metallic but they were gentle and his hands slipped along your waist. You broke apart but your foreheads remained touching. “I think I love you, weird girl who explores abandoned buildings.”

You couldn't help but laugh back at him. “I think I’m in love with you too, weird vampire who protects ghost children.”

Wooyoung’s hands gripped your upper arms suddenly, his eyes worried. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

You swallowed, well aware of what Wooyoung was subtly asking. But just like when Wooyoung asked you to be the tour guide, you knew you did not have the ability to say no to him…

Here is the bucket list: 

Go to Vegas

Go on a road trip

go camping 

explore an abandoned building 

go to a field (can be sunflower, strawberry fields, etc)

jump off a plane

host a summer bbq party

swimming/party at the lake

rent a yacht for a week

go canoeing

plan a picnic

paint and sip

go to a summer festival

take a hike

attend a wine tasting

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