Taeyung the Incubus: Part Two (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster

The glitter of the carnival calls to you each night. After that first visit, you can’t keep yourself away. You’ve been caught in a web of beauty, talent, and mystery that you really don’t wish to escape from, and Taeyung is the lure that keeps drawing you in. “I’m really glad you keep coming,” he says. He’s just finished a show, and is resting outside the big top with you. “I’ve never been great at making friends.”

You’re holding a cold coffee in your hands, afraid to look at him, shirtless from the heat of performing. “That’s a surprise to me. Considering how charming and how easily you perform on stage.”

“I was a shy kid, especially because…” He stops, and the smile on his face fades. He looks away, turning his head towards the row of lights leading to the performers’ tents.

“Something wrong?” you ask hesitantly.

“It’s a long story,” he mutters. “Kind of hard to explain.” He turns and reaches for his shirt, placing it back on, then rubs his chest then sighs. “I’ll miss you when we leave.”

Your heart quivers. “Where will you be going?”

“Somewhere near the ocean, I think. Dad said something about a water show.” He pulls his legs up to his chest and sighs. “Would it be okay if I texted you or something?”

“Really?” Your hand goes for your pocket, then stills. “You would want to?”

Taeyung smiles. “Of course. I don’t have my phone with me, but I can put my number in yours if you’d like.”

You nod silently, handing him your phone. He puts in his information and smiles. “I even sent myself a text.” He hands your phone back. “That way you don’t have to worry about starting the conversation.”

“That’s sweet.” You put your phone back in your pocket. “How much longer before you have to go?”

Taeyung pouts, screwing his mouth up and sighing. “We’re here one more week. We’ll leave on Sunday.”

“Any free days?” you ask.

Taeyung thinks, then nods. “I don’t perform on Tuesday.”

“I’ve just been given the apartment above the bookshop. All I need to do is clean it up. I know you probably want a day off, but…” You hesitate to pull the trigger, and your face turns bright red.

Taeyung’s eyes move away and his gaze becomes serious. “I’d love to,” he murmurs. “But to be honest I would be afraid to be alone with you.”

Of course, you think. You suspected as much. “It’s okay. I just thought…”

“I want to, trust me,” Taeyung quickly counters, his whole body turned towards you. “It’s just that… the long, hard-to-explain story.” He frowns. “It’s really complicated, and I don’t trust myself.”

“You don’t have to explain,” you mutter. Your chest feels tight, but you’ve accepted it already.

Taeyung places his hand over your own, pulling it towards his chest. “I want to tell you everything. I feel like you would understand, but I’m so scared.” He squeezes tighter. “I don’t want you to look at me like I’m a monster.”

“You?” you blurt. “You, a monster? With your pretty face and fluffy hair?”

Taeyung smiles shyly. “It’s more than that.”

“You’re a literal angel baby, and you think that YOU are the monster?” It’s asinine. Is he reading from a drama script?

“Don’t tell me you think you are?” Taeyung leans in closer. “Because I think…” He doesn’t finish the thought. Instead he leans in, captures your face and presses his lips to yours, sighing gently as you melt. His lips are soft, his hand is strong, your mind is butter on a frying pan.

Taeyung pulls back suddenly, covering his eyes with his hand. “I fucked up!”

“Huh?” Your lashes flutter. You cover your mouth, then look at him. Something seems strange. He looks frozen, and his hand is clenched so hard you can see the veins. “Taeyung?”

“Give me a second. I almost…” He swallows hard. “I almost let him get out.”

For some reason you glance at his crotch, then hurriedly look back at his face. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Was it me?”

Taeyung laughs, seemingly in pain. “No. Not you. It was…” He lowers his hand, and you see the colors of his eyes have switched, the blue iris now brown and the brown blue. “It was all me.”

You furrow your brow. His hair looks longer and wavier as well. “Is this a magic trick?”

Taeyung stands up. “I need a drink.”

You offer your cold coffee. He takes it, and as his fingers wrap around the cup, you see his red nail polish is black. “Thank you.” He drinks deeply, then sighs as he finishes it. “Sorry, I’ll buy you a new one.”

You stand beside him, wondering if this is a magic trick or if something really is wrong. You touch his hand, and he turns it slowly so he can hold yours. “Let’s go get you a new drink.” He walks with you. “Maybe play a game?” You walk with him, not bringing up the kiss or the changes that have come over him. By the time you leave, things have returned to normal.

When you get home, you found a lengthy text waiting for you from Taeyung. “If the kiss scared you, I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time, and I should have asked, but I let the urge inside me control me. I apologize profoundly, and I’d love to see you Tuesday, to help you clean what could be your new home. But there’s so much I need to say to you before I can be alone with you. My life is much more different than just a carnival and a magic act. Once again, I’m sorry.”

“I liked the kiss.” It’s easier to admit over text than in person. “A lot, actually. I don’t know what has you so worried, or what you feel you need to hide. But if you feel safer on the phone, then you can tell me.”

It takes a moment, but he replies as you’re getting ready for bed. “I don’t want you to think I’m telling a tall tale.”

“Is it really so strange?”

“Could I call you?”

Your heart hammers. You’re not the best on the phone, but for Taeyung, and to hear his voice over the line, you agree. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

Your phone rings ten seconds later, and you screw up the courage to not sound terrified. “Hello?”

“Hi.” His voice is sweet syrup over the phone. “I know it’s late. I won’t take too long.”

You start to pace your room, walking back and forth as you talk. “Take all the time you need. I’m usually up pretty late anyway.”

“Still, I don’t want to ruin your evening,” he chuckles softly. “This is not something I share with just anyone, I want you to know that. I like you as a friend, and I like you beyond that. If that’s okay?”

“I’m shocked, but… yeah, it’s okay.” You sit down on your bed. “I like you a lot too.”

“Well…” You can hear the smile in Taeyung’s voice. “I’m glad. Which makes what I need to say all the more important.” He takes a deep breath, and his voice begins to quiver. “I’m not human, not entirely. My birth mother was human, but my father was an incubus.”

“What?” Your breath leaves you, and you sit in perfect stillness.

“I know it sounds strange. But please, hear me out. It’s all true.” Taeyung sounds close to tears. “I was abandoned when I was born, and raised in an orphanage. Because of how I looked, I was constantly bullied. As I got older it got worse, and that’s when I found out there was… someone else with me.”

You keep silent. Taeyung whimpers. “When my feelings become strong, he comes out.”

“Who?”

“Dal,” he says. “The incubus side of me.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lip. There’s no way you can respond to this. You can’t think of anything to say that isn’t stupid. “Is he bad?” the words slip out.

“He’s… uninhibited,” Taeyung murmurs. “He’s… mean, but…” He stops and sighs. “I was lucky at least that my dad found me and took me in. He saved me and made me realize that what I was wasn’t evil or bad. I was like him.”

“Mr. Faire is an incubus too?”

“No!” he gasps. “He’s… something else. I mean… most of my carnival family are…” He sounds nervous again. “Don’t get scared.”

“That’s what someone says before they say something scary.”

Taeyung laughs. “That’s why I like you. You make me feel better.” Your heart throbs again.“The carnival is a safe haven. It’s home to more than just what meets the eye. It’s wonderful, it’s truly magic. I wish I could show you.” He sounds like he could be crying.

“Could you?” Your voice cracks.

“I can.” You can hear the relief in his voice. “I’d love to. If you’d like, I can show you now.”

You fidget with excitement. “How?”

“A magic trick. Do you have a big mirror anywhere?”

There’s one in your closet. It’s supposed to hang over your door, but you keep getting mad every time you look in it. “I do.” You unearth it from the back and lean it against the wall.

“Okay, stand before it. Close your eyes.”

You do as he asks. “Okay. They’re closed.”

“Now, take my hand.”

Chills go through your body. “What?”

Taeyung chuckles. “Reach out towards the mirror.”

You do so, stretching your hand out until you feel his fingertips. His fingers lace with yours, pulling you forward. “Keep your eyes closed,” he says through the phone. “Step forward. You’re safe.” You feel as if you’re falling, but right as you get scared Taeyung’s arms wrap around you. “I’ve got you, princess. Open your eyes.”

You open your eyes to the darkened backstage area of the big top. Taeyung sets you down and smiles shyly at you. “It really is magic!” you gasp.

He shrugs. “Kind of.” He keeps hold of your hand. “Follow me. I want to show you the carnival.” He leads you outside, and after all your time spent there you think you know what to expect. But no. The carnival is lit up, dreamy as ever, but now the people all around you are changed. There are creatures and monsters you’ve only seen in movies - beautiful elves, living ball-jointed dolls, a centaur walking around. Your jaw drops to the dirt.

“During operating hours we keep up an illusion which hides our true appearance.” Taeyung looks at you, and the mottled color of his skin becomes pink and black as his eyes shift to match. A thin tail flicks back and forth behind him. “So we can stay safe.”

“Oh, wow,” you whisper. You reach up and touch his face, and find his skin is almost like velvet now. “You’re beautiful.”

Taeyung’s smile is sad but relieved, and tears form in the corners of his eyes. “So are you.” He kisses your palm, then holds it to his face. “I have more to show you.”

He whisks you through the carnival, showing you all the people and creatures there. You’re shy, but somehow relieved. You have fun with Taeyung, enjoying the company of his extended family. You end up falling asleep sitting next to him, and you wake up in a bed and room you don’t know. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you try to adjust to the darkness.

“Awake?”

It’s Taeyung’s voice, but slightly changed. You turn, looking through the shadows to see someone sitting at the foot of the bed. “Hello?”

A hand strokes up your leg. “Go back to sleep, princess.”

You squint your eyes. “Taeyung?”

“Close.” The figure creeps up onto the bed. “I wanted to pop out and say hello.” His eyes glow in the darkness. “See what Taeyung is fussing over.”

“Dal…!”

You fall backwards as he comes close to you. Long hair falls against your face as you gaze up into his glowing eyes. “Taeyung wants to touch you,” Dal murmurs. His finger slips over your lips and down your cheek. “He had to step away when he put you to bed.”

“What are you going to do?” you whisper.

“Nothing.” Dal brushes your cheek. “Not unless you want me to.”

“Stop it!” Taeyung’s voice scolds. “Leave her alone.”

“Who’s there?” you ask shakily.

“Sorry,” Taeyung sighs. “Didn’t mean for you to meet him just yet. Did he do anything?”

You slowly sit up. “He said he wouldn’t.” You see his white hand in the darkness and reach out to touch it to make sure it’s him.

He sighs with relief. “Oh, good.” He leans into your touch. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“I can stay here.” You want to stay for as long as possible.

“That could be dangerous,” Taeyung says playfully. “He could come out again if I get… excited.” His whisper cuts through the shadows, raking your flesh and making you shiver with excitement.

“Is there something to get excited about?” You’re equal parts nervous and thrilled.

Taeyung presses his forehead against yours. “You’re in my bed.”

“Am I?” You press your palms against his chest. “Should I get out?”

“No.” He closes the gap, kissing you like he had before. “I want you to stay. Before I have to go, I…” You kiss again, pressing intent into it. “I have to be careful,” he murmurs.

“Because of Dal?”

“Yes, but no,” he chuckles. “I have to be careful because you’re precious.”

You shiver all over, gripping his shirt as he closes in for another kiss. You fall onto the bed, holding onto him as he moves over you. It feels like there are two sets of hands on you, one tender and one rough. The tender hands cup your face and touch your hair, while the second set is eager to move away your clothes and touch bare skin. You want it, lord above knows you do, but you have to stop. “Wait,” you pant. “I…” The rough hands are making you dizzy, making you want more. “I’ve never…”

Taeyung moves his hands away, while Dal’s only still. “What is it?”

You swallow hard. “I’m a… well… You’re gonna laugh.”

“She’s a virgin,” Dal chuckles.

“Hey,” you pout.

Taeyung gently brushes your hair aside. “Are you?”

“I mean, yeah,” you say nervously. “I thought maybe you should know.” You want to go back to the heavy petting.

“Just because I’m half-incubus, don’t think I’m any good,” Taeyung murmurs.

“I am,” Dal laughs.

Taeyung huffs. “Please ignore him.” He kisses you and both sets of hands return. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Taeyung carefully undresses you and his lips caress your body, moving down so he can take in all of you. Dal’s rough hands knead into your hips, moving to open your legs as Taeyung lowers himself. His eyes shimmer in the darkness, watching you as you press your head back onto the pillow. He tastes you, tongue pressing to your folds as you lose your breath. Dal moans against you, his deep voice vibrating against your flesh. Taeyung’s lips press kisses, and Dal’s tongue swirls around your clit. Both sigh as arousal takes them over. “Good girl,” Dal moans.

“Do you feel okay?” Taeyung whispers.

You nod, shaking from how good he feels. “Yeah.”

Taeyung kisses you. “What would you like next?”

You stare up at him, seeing his hair falling over his shoulder. You reach up, pulling him back down towards you. “I’m ready.”

“You sure?” Taeyung licks your lips.

You stroke your hand down his back. “Yes.”

“I’ll go slowly,” Taeyung breathes with Dal’s voice at the back of his throat. He lifts your legs while Dal’s hands caress your body, groping your chest and stroking down your ribs. Taeyung angles himself and you can feel him slide against your labia, pressing into your mound.

“Good girl,” Dal whispers again.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” Taeyung breathes into your ear. He sighs softly, moving into position. You hold tight to him, wrapping your arms around him as he begins to penetrate, and his gasps in your ear turn to erotic moans as he fills you. The sensation is strange, but he feels warm inside you.

You whimper, arching your hips a bit to meet him more. “Taeyung,” you breathe.

“I know,” he kisses you. “I’m here. Is it okay?”

“Yeah,” you hiccup.

He kisses you again, moving his hips slowly. The strangeness goes away, replaced by a comfort that mingles with the arousal. The movement of his hips, the stroke of his shaft, coaxes from you a deep, dark desire. Taeyung holds your hands while Dal’s dig into your hips. It feels like there are two of them there, one pampering you and one riling you up. It takes your breath away, makes your thoughts swim and your body pulse. You can feel it all through you.

You wake with the sun in your eyes and pout, resting your cheek back on Taeyung’s chest. Then you sit up like a bolt when you realize what you’re resting on. Taeyung grunts, slowly coming to. “Come back. It’s cold without you.”

Your cheeks heat up as you gaze down at his naked body. He smiles at you, beckoning you back down. “Come here, please.” You slowly ease back down, too afraid to look at him. His hands rub up your back and he kisses your forehead. “Are you okay after last night?”

Your heart sputters. “Yeah. I feel… great.”

Taeyung snuggles close to you, his arms around you and a smile fixed on his face. “I’m glad. I’ve not been so happy since I was adopted. I felt… so amazing last night thanks to you.”

“You’re the wonderful one,” you murmur.

Taeyung kisses you. “I wish I had your eyes, princess. You’ll have to tell me that trick later.”

You smile at him. “It’s not a trick. Just the truth.”