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Summary: Taehyung and you try to understand each other better.
Word count: 48,139!!!
Rating: 18+
Genre: DILF!AU -- SMUT
Warnings: The sads, the happys, some slow burn?, lots of long winded revealing conversations, Taehyung gets real aggressive ya’ll, pussy eating, booty busting (IYKYK), male receiving, choking, dick slapping, ass eating, some giggles, some meatheads, caffeine addicts, unprotected sex, Did I say lots of dialogue?, if not, well there’s alot of it. Hmmm, listen just prepare for everything. This is a story about being adults and doing all kinds of shit. I’m exhausted. LOL
A/N: Aye yo! I don’t know what to say. Part of me wants to cry and part of me wants to pop some champagne for finishing this. ACan you believe it took me a year to put this out? Actually you probably can FEEL it. It was so hard to write, the emotions are a continuous swinging pendulum. Please ignore some spelling and grammar. I tried my best. Be forgiving. I didn’t use my betas this time because I wanted to surprise them with this. This story is all from my weird ass brain and pure fiction. As always ENYOY lovelies! PLEASE COME SCREAM AT ME. I DON’T BITE. THOUGHTS AND SHIT WELCOMED. M’KAY BYEEEEE!!
Recommended playlist here.
Read all of it for free on AO3 or Patreon!
Creep masterlist here.
(Song suggestions: I saw you in a dream by Japanese house)
Taehyung takes a deep breath as he surveys his surroundings outside.
His eyes comb the view in the window next to him, watching people bundled tightly in their winter coats meander down the sidewalk, avoiding the patches of snow that has been pushed to the side of the road.
The passersby move so slowly that he wonders if their bones ache from the brittle coldness.
You weren’t among the gaggle of people who had their coats yanked to their ears while their eyes stuck to the concrete beneath their feet.
Nonetheless, no one even closely resembles you. That's who his eyes were searching for after all. You.
It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.
You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.
Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking.
But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.
The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.
Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home.
Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate.
Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold.
And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges.
The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.
All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding.
Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one.
Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern.
The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him.
The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood.
(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)
It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough.
And the sun will return. But only when it wants to.
There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness.
But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.
Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.
One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.
Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners.
The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties?
Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving jail time. Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.
A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf.
Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.
The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat.
His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.
(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)
A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door. The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.
Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy.
He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.
Read the rest on AO3 or Patreon! It's free. I promise.
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Hey lovelies...heeeey!
How is everyone? Breathing? Drinking water? Good....you're doing amazing. I'm here to give those who asked an update on me. I didn't post at all in 2025. I won't say I didn't write, that would be a lie. I just didn't post in here because well, life was LYFE-ING!
We all went through it during covid...except my phase lasted a bit longer than some others. A few very beloved ones passed away and then I went through the death of my very long-term marriage. I won't lie, the last few years ran me over and spit me back out.
I'm not the same girl, but I'm so fucking glad of that. Don't worry my smuttiness has been retained...actually I just think it hit a new level, but more about that later. 😏
For now, I've been thinking about putting some more stories up, but before I do I wanted to address a few things.
The Return of Madam Cupcake Series (MCS) - Some know this series, some do not. It was my first. My baby on this platform. And I loved her so. I pulled her down. But I'm going to begin re-releasing chapters, with commentary on the chapters and what it mirrored in my life at the time.
Okay, so why did I pull MCS down?
Well...I wanted to edit her. She was a sloppy girl. I blossomed as the chapters went on and honestly, the first few chapters make me cringe when I read it. HOWEVER, the more I tried to edit MCS, the more it frustrated me.
Why are you putting MCS back out now?
Because the more, I read it the more it reveals the struggles I was going through, not only in my marriage but in life. I felt like it was Tracee from another time advising other women of the harrowing road of being in love and being loved. So I didn't edit it. I couldn't. It was too hard. And it felt wrong to do so.
Now What?
Well, that being said. I have more in store for the characters in MCS. I've said that for awhile now. And I mean it. So NOW, I want to re-release Madam Cupcake Series and releasing new chapters to it's sequel, I have pre-emptively titled KING.
I've written the first two chapters of King. I plan to put it out the end of January. I will have a release date soon.
But for now, re-read Madam Cupcake or read it for the first time if you've enjoyed my Creep Series, or any other of my stories.
Also, I want to thank each and every one of you who checked in on me over the years, whether through this blog or discord. It meant a lot to me. Helped me in every way you can think possible. And hopefully, in return, I can thank ya'll with providing some more filthy stories that entertain you for a bit.
I love ya'll and I will re-post Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 shortly.
Thank you, as always, for reading!
Tracee
@craztextae the final chapter of creep was AMAZING. The plot twist is never knew I needed!😭 I just wanted to give you your flowers and say you are an amazing writer and I lm even inspired to make my own lil fanfic someday!
Omg Oc is PREGNANT WITH TAE’S BABY?! 😱❤️ & the plot twist how they knew eachother from before, those two were meant to be 🥹also Sunmi does not seem thrilled with this couple 👀
I mean maybe? To all of it.
Sometimes people move on and sometimes they act like they've moved on but they haven't.
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Hello!! I reread Creep from the beginning when I saw your last update. It’s so captivating! Even though it made me cringe sometimes, to be honest! I didn’t expect to turn the way it did, so I was pleasantly surprised. But I was wondering, is that the real end? 😱
Thank you for sharing your story! ❤️
Take care!
Is it the real ending...hmmm...
Does life have a perfect ending? I suppose I'll never know.
But with this series. I think is it over? And part of me thinks no. Maybe some things happened after or happened before.
Thank you reading! 🤗 Thank you for your feedback! 🥹 Love you. 💞
YA LEFT US HANGIN AT THE END OF THE FINALE 😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩
I know. I'm a cunt. I know. But I mean I didn't want to a perfect ending. I want a chance to come back to this. Because I love these characters. And I have drabbles in store...maybe. More on that soon enough.
Hi Tracee, how are u doing? I just finish reading the las part of creep and.... OMG ITS SO GOODDDD!!!! ITS A MASTERPIECE!!!! ITS AMAZING I LOVE IT I LOVE IT🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
But im little confuse, the end is when sunmi meet y/n ????? Because i need more Omg!!! U let us hanging!!!
Thank u for this masterpiece pretty, and im waiting for ur answer.
Babe. Lovely thing. I know it's confusing. I know. I promised I would end this story on a good note. Because I caught so much hell for ending MCS like I did. But I just can't write a story without a fucked up ending. It's my character flaw. 😏😂🤗💞
Hey traceee!!!! How are you doing???? Hope everything is fine!!!! I wanted to ask will madam cupcake be available just like creep?? I will be going on a long vacation soon so I was thinking of catching up if it will be. I am actually very excited and want to see what the talk is all about. People love that series too much hereeee. I keep getting recommendations haha.
I'm sorry. I took it down. For good reason. I really want to revamp it. I'm hoping that once that's done, I can give you an update. Thank you for asking. 🤗💞
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Hey!! Please forgive me I’m gonna sound kinda dumb but I don’t quite understand the ending scene of creep 😞 wouldn’t y/n have known the meet up with sunmi would be awkward? Is that why she kept putting it off and also why she was feeling nauseous? Was the pregnancy thing a red herring?! I feel like she totally could’ve told tae they met before at a hotel bar!! Of all the confessions between them I don’t think he would’ve found that one to be too weird!! Haha
Also why did Sunmi say that they hooked up!!! Like ma’am why would you say that!!😂 I reread the previous chapter where they met and their conversation seemed to end at the same bar they had drinks at! And then she acted so strange afterwards as if her and y/n really did hook up but she was now trying to walk back on what she blurted out.. even though I’m sure they didn’t hook up.. Or did they?! Am i just a dummy and I misread something 😭
On another note… I just want to let you know that i thoroughly enjoyed reading the ending to this story!!!! All 48 thousand words of that last chapter were so so good. I could barely put my phone down cause I wanted to just keep reading and finding out what was gonna happen. I even pulled my car over on the side of the road to finish reading 😭😭😭 the descriptions of the memories and their surroundings were so vivid and really made me feel immersed in the story, their big confrontation and confessions of love to each other made me cry as I sat in my car!!!!! Oh god. My heart was hurting for them both cause they must have had so much guilt over so many years. I really didn’t see the twist of y/n being bee at all!!!! I almost dropped my damn phone LOL
Don’t even get me started on the smut scenes!!!! How do you do it?! That was some of the steamiest smut I have ever read. Like you made it freaky and nasty and delicious but it was also romantic and made me tear up in some parts!!! Just overall so so SO good. I’m so glad I began reading this fic and I’m so glad we got such an epic ending to their story!!!
Not pulling the car over?! And to cry?! Like...🥹 Thank you?
As I was writing this. I realized there were some holes (pun intended) that need to be filled. 😏
I have some thoughts about drabbles. So I may post a poll. The. You can tell me what you really want to know.
But listen lovely, I want to thank you for taking the time to read all of this massive chapter. And staying with me. It means a lot a lot.
Your feedback...just priceless to a small little writer like myself. I wish you the very best!! 🤗💞
Traceeeee thank you thank you thank you for never giving up on creep! I know how life keeps throwing bricks at you but youre amazing for carrying on!! So so proud of you queen! Rest assured ill be rereading creep and your other stories 🥰💕 thank you for the hardwork Queeeeen!!!!! (Now on to the masterpiece that is nasty dilf tae🥴)
Thank you for reading, lovely one. It was a journey to get through for sure! I hope you enjoyed it. 🤗💞
Summary: Taehyung and you try to understand each other better.
Word count: 48,139!!!
Rating: 18+
Genre: DILF!AU -- SMUT
Warnings: The sads, the happys, some slow burn?, lots of long winded revealing conversations, Taehyung gets real aggressive ya’ll, pussy eating, booty busting (IYKYK), male receiving, choking, dick slapping, ass eating, some giggles, some meatheads, caffeine addicts, unprotected sex, Did I say lots of dialogue?, if not, well there’s alot of it. Hmmm, listen just prepare for everything. This is a story about being adults and doing all kinds of shit. I’m exhausted. LOL
A/N: Aye yo! I don’t know what to say. Part of me wants to cry and part of me wants to pop some champagne for finishing this. ACan you believe it took me a year to put this out? Actually you probably can FEEL it. It was so hard to write, the emotions are a continuous swinging pendulum. Please ignore some spelling and grammar. I tried my best. Be forgiving. I didn’t use my betas this time because I wanted to surprise them with this. This story is all from my weird ass brain and pure fiction. As always ENYOY lovelies! PLEASE COME SCREAM AT ME. I DON’T BITE. THOUGHTS AND SHIT WELCOMED. M’KAY BYEEEEE!!
Recommended playlist here.
Read all of it for free on AO3 or Patreon!
Creep masterlist here.
(Song suggestions: I saw you in a dream by Japanese house)
Taehyung takes a deep breath as he surveys his surroundings outside.
His eyes comb the view in the window next to him, watching people bundled tightly in their winter coats meander down the sidewalk, avoiding the patches of snow that has been pushed to the side of the road.
The passersby move so slowly that he wonders if their bones ache from the brittle coldness.
You weren’t among the gaggle of people who had their coats yanked to their ears while their eyes stuck to the concrete beneath their feet.
Nonetheless, no one even closely resembles you. That's who his eyes were searching for after all. You.
It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.
You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.
Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking.
But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.
The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.
Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home.
Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate.
Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold.
And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges.
The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.
All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding.
Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one.
Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern.
The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him.
The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood.
(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)
It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough.
And the sun will return. But only when it wants to.
There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness.
But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.
Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.
One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.
Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners.
The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties?
Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving jail time. Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.
A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf.
Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.
The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat.
His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.
(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)
A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door. The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.
Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy.
He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.
Read the rest on AO3 or Patreon! It's free. I promise.
First and foremost I want to say thank you for reading this weird piece from my strange brain. 🤗🥹
I know I've been off grid for over a year. But getting your feedback has...idk what to say. It feels so validating in a time where things have been so tumultuous?
Thank you for supporting me and giving me kind words. They have meant so, so much to me. I truly adore this fandom!💜💜💜💜
That being said, I want those who have shared comments and asks that I've seen them all. I've read them all.
I have answers. But I don't want to spoil anything for those who haven't completed it because the last chapter is so goddamn long. I will be addressing your asks and providing additional thoughts to the ending too.
This Friday I will be answering questions and asks.
I have a lot to say. These characters have been with me for a long time. There's more fun things I want to share, but I will wait until Friday to do that. 😏
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Summary: Taehyung and you try to understand each other better.
Word count: 48,139!!!
Rating: 18+
Genre: DILF!AU -- SMUT
Warnings: The sads, the happys, some slow burn?, lots of long winded revealing conversations, Taehyung gets real aggressive ya’ll, pussy eating, booty busting (IYKYK), male receiving, choking, dick slapping, ass eating, some giggles, some meatheads, caffeine addicts, unprotected sex, Did I say lots of dialogue?, if not, well there’s alot of it. Hmmm, listen just prepare for everything. This is a story about being adults and doing all kinds of shit. I’m exhausted. LOL
A/N: Aye yo! I don’t know what to say. Part of me wants to cry and part of me wants to pop some champagne for finishing this. ACan you believe it took me a year to put this out? Actually you probably can FEEL it. It was so hard to write, the emotions are a continuous swinging pendulum. Please ignore some spelling and grammar. I tried my best. Be forgiving. I didn’t use my betas this time because I wanted to surprise them with this. This story is all from my weird ass brain and pure fiction. As always ENYOY lovelies! PLEASE COME SCREAM AT ME. I DON’T BITE. THOUGHTS AND SHIT WELCOMED. M’KAY BYEEEEE!!
Recommended playlist here.
Read all of it for free on AO3 or Patreon!
Creep masterlist here.
(Song suggestions: I saw you in a dream by Japanese house)
Taehyung takes a deep breath as he surveys his surroundings outside.
His eyes comb the view in the window next to him, watching people bundled tightly in their winter coats meander down the sidewalk, avoiding the patches of snow that has been pushed to the side of the road.
The passersby move so slowly that he wonders if their bones ache from the brittle coldness.
You weren’t among the gaggle of people who had their coats yanked to their ears while their eyes stuck to the concrete beneath their feet.
Nonetheless, no one even closely resembles you. That's who his eyes were searching for after all. You.
It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.
You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.
Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking.
But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.
The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.
Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home.
Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate.
Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold.
And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges.
The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.
All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding.
Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one.
Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern.
The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him.
The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood.
(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)
It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough.
And the sun will return. But only when it wants to.
There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness.
But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.
Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.
One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.
Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners.
The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties?
Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving jail time. Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.
A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf.
Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.
The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat.
His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.
(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)
A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door. The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.
Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy.
He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.
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Summary: Taehyung and you try to understand each other better.
Word count: 48,139!!!
Rating: 18+
Genre: DILF!AU -- SMUT
Warnings: The sads, the happys, some slow burn?, lots of long winded revealing conversations, Taehyung gets real aggressive ya’ll, pussy eating, booty busting (IYKYK), male receiving, choking, dick slapping, ass eating, some giggles, some meatheads, caffeine addicts, unprotected sex, Did I say lots of dialogue?, if not, well there’s alot of it. Hmmm, listen just prepare for everything. This is a story about being adults and doing all kinds of shit. I’m exhausted. LOL
A/N: Aye yo! I don’t know what to say. Part of me wants to cry and part of me wants to pop some champagne for finishing this. ACan you believe it took me a year to put this out? Actually you probably can FEEL it. It was so hard to write, the emotions are a continuous swinging pendulum. Please ignore some spelling and grammar. I tried my best. Be forgiving. I didn’t use my betas this time because I wanted to surprise them with this. This story is all from my weird ass brain and pure fiction. As always ENYOY lovelies! PLEASE COME SCREAM AT ME. I DON’T BITE. THOUGHTS AND SHIT WELCOMED. M’KAY BYEEEEE!!
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(Song suggestions: I saw you in a dream by Japanese house)
Taehyung takes a deep breath as he surveys his surroundings outside.
His eyes comb the view in the window next to him, watching people bundled tightly in their winter coats meander down the sidewalk, avoiding the patches of snow that has been pushed to the side of the road.
The passersby move so slowly that he wonders if their bones ache from the brittle coldness.
You weren’t among the gaggle of people who had their coats yanked to their ears while their eyes stuck to the concrete beneath their feet.
Nonetheless, no one even closely resembles you. That's who his eyes were searching for after all. You.
It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.
You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.
Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking.
But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.
The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.
Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home.
Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate.
Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold.
And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges.
The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.
All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding.
Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one.
Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern.
The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him.
The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood.
(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)
It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough.
And the sun will return. But only when it wants to.
There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness.
But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.
Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.
One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.
Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners.
The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties?
Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving jail time. Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.
A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf.
Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.
The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat.
His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.
(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)
A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door. The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.
Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy.
He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.
Read the rest on AO3 or Patreon! It's free. I promise.