Taehyung the Incubus: Part Two (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster

Part One 

Mornings were your least favorite time of the day. You enjoyed getting to sleep in a bit, taking it slow and relaxing a bit before your day really began. Taehyung was the opposite. He was the poster child for ‘rise and shine’. He was chipper and excited from the moment he opened his eyes. Raring to go. Speeding to start. You had never met someone who was so excited to tackle each day, although he had been trying to give you those lazy mornings you enjoyed so much.

“Why do you enjoy waking up so much?” You grumbled to him, rubbing your eyes as you struggled to rise.

Taehyung chuckled and rolled over closer to you. “I don’t know. I just always have been, especially after my parents adopted me.” His smile didn’t fade, but it did become something soft and reflective. “And now that I have you, I’m just so excited to spend the day with you.”

That struck you through the heart. “Why do you have to go and be so romantic about it? You make me sound like a jerk.” You pouted a bit, smiling though as you looked into his eyes.

Taehyung gave you a kiss, holding you tight to his bare chest. “You’re my sleepy jerk. I don’t mind.”

You pouted as he kissed all over your face. “Don’t put it that way!”

Taehyung laughed, squeezing you extra tight. “I’m teasing. You’re far from a jerk. You're absolutely wonderful.”

That carnival was taking a break between travels. This usually lasted a week at a time, but every three months an extra long break was given. Right now, you were in the midst of one of those breaks. It was nice, you were staying in Taehyung’s parent’s house in Hearthway Hollow. But you could tell Taehyung was chomping at the bit to get back to work. He was bored throughout the day, which sometimes worked in your favor, but it also sometimes got him into trouble. Like the day he tried to clean the gutters.

Taehyung got up while you were still lounging in bed, promising breakfast and maybe a little fun afterwards. As you enjoyed the cool breeze coming from the window, you heard a car pull up outside. You shifted, slowly opening your eyes to see a black car parked out front and someone heading towards the front porch.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You squinted to see through the sheer curtains, wondering who could be coming up at this hour. Someone got out and their hair was just as dark as the car. They looked around for a moment then headed up to the front steps.

You slipped out of bed, stretching and and letting out a long sigh.  You were slipping on clothes as you heard Taehyung answer the door.

“Oh my god!” His yell made you jump out of your skin.

You rushed to finish dressing and then you hurried towards the front door where you saw Taehyung clinging tightly to someone. He was hugging them tight, grasping the back of their head tenderly.

“Tae?” You asked softly.

Taehyung lifted his head and looked at you, a bright smile blooming on his face. “Did I scare you! I’m sorry,” he chuckled. He stepped aside, still keeping an arm around the other person. “I was surprised!” He looked back at the man. “This is Haneul! My old friend.”

You looked over the man, who was dressed all in black and had short, wavy dark hair. Taehyung had mentioned him before many times. He was tall with a regal stance, and was just as handsome as Taehyung. But there was a darkness to him you couldn’t put your finger on. Perhaps it was the sharpness of his eyes, or the severe posture he took. Your mouth went a bit dry just looking at him.

“This is my partner,” he said to the man. “The one I was telling you about.”

“I see,” Haneul looked you over and you feared the worst. He suddenly chuckled. “I think I frighten her.” He stepped forward and offered his hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you finally,” he said.

You took hold of his hand which felt cool to the touch. You pushed out an unsure smile. “Taehyung has told me so much about you. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. ”

His sharp eyes held a golden glint to them, and the whites seemed rather dark. “I hope nothing too awful.” His sharp teeth glinted, giving you a slight shiver.

You glanced at Taehyung who seemed so excited. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Tae say anything bad about anyone.”

Haneul chuckled, turning to Taehyung with a smile. “I think that’s physically impossible for him. Mr. Positive until the very end.”

Taehyung blushed a bit, suddenly looking shy under Haneul’s gaze. “What are you doing here? You never told me you would be out this way.”

“That’s all your father’s doing, I’m a surprise for you,” he said with an elegant flourish of his hand. “I’m joining the cabaret act for the last leg of the season.”

It looked like Taehyung might burst into bits. “Really? It’ll be just like old times!”

Haneul chuckled. “Yes, I’ve been preparing a new act.” His eyes fell upon you. “But I figured I’d come and visit before the tour began again.”

“What sort of act?” You asked, trying to hide how nervous you were.

Haneul got a slight blush to his cheeks. “Well, it is for the cabaret after all.” He rubbed his hand up the back of his neck. “It’s a burlesque dance.”

“Muna had intended for him to take over the cabaret with Oriharu at one point,” Taehyung interjected. “That’s just how good Haneul is!”

You glanced back at Haneul seeing a strange look cross his face. “Why didn’t you?”

Haneul took on more of a frown, but before he could speak, Taehyung grabbed hold of him and yanked him into another tight, excited hug. “It’s going to be like old times! We haven’t been together in so long! This is going to be so much fun!”

There was a nervous pit in your stomach, but only because Taehyung had confessed to you before that he and Haneul had been intimate on several occasions. You knew it was silly to worry, Taehyung was mad about you, but still, old habits die hard.

Haneul moved into one of the guest rooms for the rest of his stay. You noticed he had several suitcases, but most were labeled costumes for the cabaret. Immediately Taehyung was attached to Haneul’s hip, the two were constantly together when Haneul wasn’t practicing or doing work towards his act. You hated that you were a bit jealous, especially since you knew Taehyung hadn’t seen his friend in a long time.

One afternoon, Taehyung had left to go into town for a few supplies. It was early, so you were just getting up to go get coffee that you could smell in the kitchen.

You yawned loudly, and then Haneul appeared behind the kitchen island, rising up as if from a trap door.

“Good morning,” he said.

You choked on your yawn and nearly jumped from your skin.

Haneul saw this and his expression shifted. He looked just as surprised. “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” He put on a smile. “Taehyung did say you were a bit nervous.”

You stiffened, trying your best to regain composure and put on a front for the usually aloof-appearing Haneul. “Just surprised is all,” you fumbled with your words.

Haneul placed two mugs on the counter and filled them both. “Looks like we’re alone this morning.”

“Y-yeah. Taehyung doesn’t usually stop.” You approached as Haneul handed you out a cup of coffee.

“I’m well aware. He’s always been like that. Ever since we were little. I just hope he isn’t running you ragged,” he chuckled. “I remember what it was like when we were younger.”

You shrugged. “It’s okay, I like him, so I think I’ll tolerate it,” you teased.

Haneul took on a serious expression as he blew on his black coffee. “I think that all stems from wanting to please his parents more than anything.”

You nodded. “I figured that’s where it started. Now it’s just a habit.”

Haneul chuckled. “He does take after Mr. Faire, blood or not.” He looked you over with those sharp dark eyes. “Not to be weird or suggest anything, but I think that’s why he likes you too.”

Your cheeks grew warm and your stomach turned cold.

“Ruby was a nervous sort too. Awkward. Out of place-” his expression softened. “But, she made Mr. Faire happier than anything. Like you with Taehyung.”

You pressed your lips together, feeling guilty.

Haneul smiled. “You don’t need to be jealous of me. If anything, I’m way more jealous of you,” he admitted.

“Me?” You blurted.

He sighed, leaning forward in the counter. “Maybe once long ago I held the hope of being with Taehyung forever. But at the time we were young, and I didn’t really know how to give Taehyung the support he needed.” His face went a shade paler, and he almost looked queasy.

You came closer to the counter and set your mug back down. “You mean Dal, don’t you?” You asked softly.

His eyes shifted for a moment, then he looked into yours again. “I didn’t know what I was doing back then. I just wanted Taehyung.”

That made you bristle. “But Dal is part of Tae,” you said.

His smile became so sad and distant. “And that is why you’re here,” his eyes raised up to you and you saw the tears hanging up the rims “-and not me.”

You pressed you lips into a firm line, trying to remain firm. “So you’re not here trying to win Tae back?”

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Never! I wouldn’t do something like that to Taehyung.” He floundered for a moment as he realized how he came across. “I lost my chance, I know that. I also know that when I broke Taehyung's heart I left a bad impression on the carnival. I’m trying to earn my favor back.”

It was a relief to hear, and you allowed your stiff shoulders to relax. You sighed and nodded to him. “Haven’t you seen how excited he is? Taehyung is so happy you’re here. All you need to do is be his friend again.” You smiled to reassure him. “The carnival isn’t like that anyways.”

He sighed. “I can only hope.” Haneul walked around the counter.

You felt bad for him, so you offered an olive branch. “How’s your performance going? I mean…I know you’re just practicing and planning for it but uhm-” you suddenly felt deeply embarrassed.

Haneul chuckled. “It’s going well. I haven’t felt this excited about it in so long. I’ve been doing ballet with some family.”

“That’s what Taehyung said. He said you left the carnival to do that.” You sipped your coffee, realizing you forgot to put sugar in it.

He laughed again and offered the sugar dish. “I guess that’s why I’m nervous. I haven’t done my burlesque routine in ages. Let alone be back at the cabaret.” He pouted.

“What happened?” You asked.

His frown deepened and he shook his head. “I was an idiot. When I left, I knew it was sudden and impetuous. I had a fight with Oriharu, which led to a fight with Muna, which-” He hesitated and his eyes grew wet.

“You know how the carnival is. It’s family. All of it. So when you hurt one you end up hurting another and another until-” He stopped and took a deep breath. “So I went back to the Swans.”

You furrowed your brow at this. “Swans? What swans?”

He smiled at you, still extremely sad. “I thought Taehyung told you everything about me?” he chuckled softly. “Well, I suppose he’s left out a few things.”

You smiled at him, hoping to brighten his mood again. “He’s told me so much, it’s hard to remember.”

He then jumped. “Come with me! I have something I want to give you.” He led you back to his room. “Take a seat,” he said, motioning to his bed.

Sitting down, you took notice of some of the things in his room. On his bedside table there was a picture of a ballet where he was center stage. Hanging on the closet door was an elaborate black costume. And on the vanity there was a collection of small objects that ranged from antique to brand new.

Haneul opened the vanity, tilting his head to the side, and as his hair shifted from the back of his neck you saw a hint of a tattoo there, but he moved before you could see. He offered a small package to you.

“I figured you’d get a kick out of this,” he chuckled.

“Oh?” You took the package and opened it, finding a stack of pictures inside. There were photos of the carnival, most featuring a young Taehyung. Your eyes widened, seeing him being held by his parents or posing in front of attractions.

You could feel your eyes growing starry. “Oh my gosh!”

Haneul smirked. “Yeah, he was pretty cute.”

You then saw a picture of Taehyung with a little boy who was quite chubby and round. Haneul pointed to him. “And there’s me.”

You tried not to react but he could tell right away and laughed. “Yeah, I used to be an ugly duckling as a kid.”

“No! No, I wouldn’t say that.” You looked at your plump thighs then back at him. “Trust me, I wouldn’t.”

He came closer and sat beside you on the bed. “I’m sure Taehyung has told you a bit about us playing together.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Something like that.”

His golden eyes flashed and he looked at you. “From your tone, I take it he told you how we…played together.” A slight blush appeared on his cheeks as well.

“He was quite open about it,” you murmured.

Haneul chuckled. “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago when we were young and, well…” He let out a puff of air. “You’re well aware of how Tae can be sometimes.”

You nodded, although since Haneul arrived it had been a while.

Haneul patted your back. “I’m glad he has someone now. I’ve been worried about the guy.” he stood back up and continued unpacking.

You stood, still holding the picture. “Have you had breakfast yet? I can make us something if you’d like.”

“That’d be nice. I should get a shower though.” He stood up from the bed as well.

“Go ahead, I’ll have breakfast done by the time you get out.”

“Thank you,” he said with a soft smile.

You went into the kitchen, and before you could even start anything, Taehyung walked through the door.

“Back already?” You asked.

He chuckled. “Some stores hadn’t opened yet.” He sat a few bags down on the counter. “What are you up to?”

“Making breakfast for Haneul and me. I guess I could include you too,” you teased.

He looked up at you with overflowing enthusiasm in his eyes. “Are you two getting along?”

“We had a nice talk.” You showed him the pictures Haneul had given you. “You were quite the cute kid.”

Taehyung took the pictures and smiled. “That was sweet of him.” He glanced at Haneul’s door and bit his lip. “Where is he now?” He shifted closer to you, his eyes still on Haneul’s door.

You put the frying pan on the stove. “In the shower. Why?”

Taehyung placed his hand around your hip. “Do you think we could…real quick?” He whispered against your ear.

You turned back to him. “Right now? Really?”

He put on those sweet, puppy dog eyes you couldn’t say no to. “Please? It’s been a day or two. I got hard thinking about you on the way home too!”

You glanced towards Haneul’s door. “You’re terrible.”

“Please?” he moaned against your neck. “I really need you.”

You trembled and nodded. “I really need you too.”

Taehyung giggled with excitement. “Okay! We’ll be done before he can notice.” he grabbed your hand and pulling you into the small laundry room that was off the kitchen. He pressed you against the wall, kissing you and undoing your pants.

“Right here?” you moaned between kisses.

“I thought the kitchen was too dangerous.” He pushed your pants down and grabbed your bare hips. “I couldn’t make it up the stairs.. I need you now,” Taehyung moaned. He kissed you then turned you around, bending you over the washing machine. He pressed kisses into your back while his hand slipped between your thighs.

“Tae-” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” Dal whispered to you. Taehyung’s incubus side was quite loud then. You wondered if it had something to do with Haneul’s presence. Taehyung’s fingers rubbed against you, pressing in and finding you already growing wet. You pressed your forehead against the washing machine, squirming with pleasure from Taehyung’s touch.

“I like how wet you get,” Dal and Taehyung said with the same breath. Taehyung kissed your back and shoulder, moving himself into place. You opened your thighs more for him, reaching your hand down to help guide him into place. He was so warm and hard already, then again, you were dripping.

“Go ahead,” you moaned.

Taehyung took a shuddering breath. “As you wish.”

You whimpered as he first thrust inside, gasping softly as he started to move.

“I needed you so bad,” Taehyung whined.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl. I know you wanted this too,” Dal growled. “You wanted to show Haneul just who had what he wanted.”

“Dal, don’t you think you’re being a bit much? '' You panted.

“Darling-” Taehyung voice came out strained but erotic. “Is that true?”

You went to look back at Taehyung, but from the crack in the doorway you saw golden eyes flicker. You held your breath as you saw Haneul watching. Your body froze but Taehyung kept going.