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monsterfucker-mcgee · 4 years

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This prolly sounds dumb but since the trans day of visibility happened ive gotten a lot of hate bc im a trans dude and like, Tivius comforting a trans person who was being harrassed, not rlly an x reader like a Relationship but like, just a comfort fic bc he seems like the type to comfort a sad stranger

Listen up - there is nothing silly about wanting a little comfort, especially not given our current circumstances, and especially especially not when you’re getting a lot of hate because of who are you. I’m so sorry this is happening to you. If you ever need an online shoulder to cry on, or just someone to vent to, my inbox is always open, as are my DM’s. I hope this little fic can help you feel a bit better :(

Given the nature of this ask, there are a few trigger warnings in this little fic - misgendering, hate crime, and harassment.

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Tivius Lintis was patrolling the pristine grounds of Presidium when he heard distant shouting. Crying followed the shouting, and his curiosity was piqued. He followed the noise to a nearby alley where he found a group of five humans. Four of them towered above the fifth who was lying on the ground, clearly crying and with their hands over their face.

He stood back for a minute or two to figure out what the problem was.

“You’ll never be a real man!” one of the towering humans snarled, then laughed loudly when the human on the ground let out a broken sob.

“What’s the matter, girlie?” another said and stepped closer, and this was where Tivius intervened.

“Hey!” he shouted and walked towards the scene calmly, but his blood was boiling. Immediately, the humans looked at him. “What’s the problem here?” he asked and put his hands on his hips, looking the four humans over. They looked to be in their twenties, two of them being female and the other two being male. He glanced at the fifth human on the ground - they looked to be in a bad state.

“Nothing, officer,” one of the women said, almost purred, and batted her eyelashes while twirling a lock of hair around her finger. Tivius stared at her coldly. He had seen enough hate crimes to know when he was faced with one. Somehow, the human on the ground was different from these four, and while he couldn’t piece it together right now, he was going to figure it out.

“Then you have no business here, do you?”

“I could make you my business,” the same woman murmured and took a step closer to Tivius who arched an eyebrow plate.

“And I could throw you in a cell. Hate crimes are illegal, which I’m sure you’re all well aware of since you’re trying to hide it.”

Three of the humans sent each other nervous glances, but the woman seemed confident. At least confident enough to flirt with a turian C-Sec officer, which took guts. But that didn’t excuse her nasty actions.

“Are you going to arrest me?” she asked in a tone that was definitely meant to be seductive, but Tivius had no time for that.

“Yes, I am, unless you all get out of here. Go on, leave.”

The woman seemed to debate with herself whether to stay and try her luck, but the other woman grabbed her arm and tugged, hissing out, “Come on, Cailey, let’s go. She’s not worth the trouble,” and glaring at the human on the ground.

The woman called Cailey snorted and rolled her eyes, but led her little gang out of the alley. Tivius looked at them leave before he hurried to the human’s side. They were sobbing softly, and their clothes looked torn and dirty.

“Hey,” he whispered and gently touched the human’s shoulder, “hey, it’s alright, they’re gone.” The human sniffled and turned their head to look at him, and he did his best to smile.

“It’s okay,” he whispered again and squeezed the human’s shoulder before letting go and sitting back to give them some space. But immediately when he let go, the human sobbed again and reached out for him.

Tivius, who may be good with hugs with his partner, tensed for a fraction of a second before relaxing again and sitting down beside the human, close enough that their hips touched. The human turned enough to press their face into his shoulder, crying quietly.

“It’s okay,” Tivius repeated and stroked their hair, “it’s okay, they’re gone now. What’s your name?”

“David,” the human croaked and wrapped his arms around Tivius’.

“Alright, David, thank you for telling me.” Not wanting to upset David any further, Tivius spoke softly and calmly while carding his talons through his hair. “Can you tell me what that was all about?”

David nodded against his shoulder and pulled back to rub his eyes. He didn’t answer immediately, but Tivius was patient, simply smiled at him.

“They… they live in my neighborhood. They don’t like me because I’m… well, I’m different.”

“In what way?”

David bit his quivering lower lip, and his whole body trembled. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his nose was red. Tivius felt a twinge in his heart - he hated seeing people cry, even if he didn’t know them.

“I’m… not actually a man,” David mumbled. Tivius frowned.

“I’m sorry?”

David answered by lifting his torn shit enough that Tivius could see a long scar run under his left nipple. Immediately, horror filled him, and his blood began boiling again.

“Did they do that to you?” he asked, his vocals deeper than he had expected. David shook his head, and a small smile twitched onto his lips.

“No, they didn’t. I… had surgery.”

Slowly connecting the dots, Tivius nodded. What the other humans had shouted, why David was crying, the scar.

“You’re transgender,” he concluded and tilted his head slightly to the side. David nodded and turned his head away, letting out another sob that he tried stifling with a hand. Tivius moved to sit in front of David and stroked his knees gently. “What makes you think you’re not a ‘real man’, David?”

The human shrugged and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, sniffling softly.

“Being a man has little to do with what your body looks like, and all to do with what you feel,” Tivius whispered and lowered his head to try and get a glimpse of David’s face. “It’s not about what body parts you have, it’s about what’s in your heart.”

David looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, and Tivius smiled softly.

“If you feel like a man, then you’re free to present yourself as such.”

“What if I like… girly things?” he whispered, nearly inaudible. Tivius made sure David could see him shrug before he answered.

“Things have no gender. Unless you’re talking about grammar, which I suspect you aren’t. What are some things you consider ‘girly’ that you like?”

David’s lips quivered when he spoke.

“I like… I like floral things. I like wearing dresses. I like horses.”

Tivius nodded and pondered this for a moment.

“As far as I know, there are no official laws that dictate what men can wear and what women can wear. And if someone knows the law, it should be me, right?” David nodded with a small smile, and Tivius smiled back. “As for the horses, some of Earth’s most famous… equestrians? Is that the word?” David nodded again. “Right. Some of Earth’s most famous equestrians were men. I can name a few that you can look up if you want.”

David shook his head.

“I already know a lot of them. But thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Tivius nodded and stroked the human’s knee for a second longer before withdrawing his hand. “Bottomline is that if you feel like a man, then you are a man. If you feel like a woman, then you’re a woman. You can be both or you can be neither. It’s entirely up to you.”

David smiled a bit wider.

“Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you to say.” Tivius’ mandibles flared in a big smile.

“Please, you can call me Tivius.”

“How come you know so much about gender? If you don’t mind my asking, of course.”

“Not at all. I have a couple of transgender friends, and I try to keep an open mind about this kind of thing. It’s not really something that’s prevalent in turians - at least not that I know of - but I see and meet a lot of humans in my line of work. You’d be surprised by how many of them share the same views as you, saying they can’t wear this or that or that they can’t like a specific thing because it ‘belongs to the other gender’.”

David nodded again and rubbed his eyes, sniffling quietly.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Tivius trying to come up with more comforting things to say and David steadily calming down.

“Do you want me to follow you home?” he asked the human.

“You don’t have to.”

“But do you want me to, David?”

David nodded, almost imperceptibly.

“Then how about we get going? It’s getting late.” Tivius got up and reached out a hand to David who took it and let himself be hauled up.

“Do you live with anyone?” Tivius asked as they walked towards the wards.

“I have a roommate.”

“Are they accepting of you?”

“She is. She doesn’t really understand it, but she’s never made a mean comment.”

“That’s good. What about your family? Are they okay with it?”

David nodded. “Yeah, they are. They seem to understand it better than my roommate, too.”

Now it was Tivius’ time to nod.

“That’s really good to hear, David. What about friends? Do you have a good social network?”

David gave a shrug with a shoulder.

“I guess? I have a few friends who know about my situation.”

“Humans?”

“A human and a turian, actually.”

Tivius hummed and nodded, his mandibles flaring slightly. As they walked, they passed a number of shops, and a number of humans sent long looks after Tivius. David noticed.

“Must be nice to have so many eyes on you,” he mumbled with a small smile. Tivius chirped in amusement.

“When it’s the right pair of eyes, it sure is,” he answered and thought about his partner, warmth spreading in his chest. “Do you have someone whose eyes you want on you at all times, David?”

David blushed lightly.

“Maybe,” he mumbled, making Tivius chuckle softly.

“Oh yeah? What species?”

David glanced at him and quickly looked away again, much to Tivius’ amusement.

“A turian?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Do they know how you feel?”

“I don’t think so. But I want her to know. She’s the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, and she’s the sweetest, too.”

“Is she one of your friends?”

David nodded and scratched the back of his head. Tivius smiled.

“Why not tell her?”

“Because it’s… weird. A human and a turian? People would laugh us all the way back to Earth.”

Tivius hummed, not really offended. He knew that struggle, but he also knew how good it felt not to give a shit about anyone’s opinion.

“My mate is human,” he said and looked at David who stopped walking and got wide eyes. “It’s working out great. I have actually thought about making her meet my parents.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting laughed at?”

Tivius shrugged.

“If people have a problem with it, they have never told me. And if they do have a problem with me having a human mate, then it’s their problem, not mine, so why should I care? They’re the narrow minded asshole, if you’ll excuse my swearing.”

David laughed softly, and Tivius’ mandibles flared in a warm, wide smile. It was wonderful to hear the human laugh.

“Basically, David, don’t base your view of yourself on how others see you. You’ll never be perfect to everybody, and you’ll only hate yourself more if you continue trying. I understand the need to be liked and loved, but the right human, or turian, will like and love you for who you are, not who you’re trying to be.”

David nodded slowly and began walking again, shoving his hands into his pockets. Tivius followed him.

“Thanks, Tivius. I really appreciate your talking and following me home.”

“Of course, David.”

They walked for about a minute more when David stopped in front of one of the many apartment doors.

“This your place?”

He nodded and knocked on the door. Barely had he knocked for the third time before the door was ripped open, and a turian stood in the doorway. It was a female, distinguishable by the lack of a fringe, and Tivius instantly suspected it was the one David was crushing on. She was rather pretty - her markings were bright purple with blue eyes that held the depth of an ocean.

“David!” she exclaimed and pulled him into a tight hug. He hugged her back, burying his face in her shoulder. “Where have you— Spirits, what happened to you? Was it those kids again?”

By the mention of ‘again’, Tivius narrowed his eyes.

“Has this happened before?” he asked, forcing his voice calm.

The turian looked at him and nodded.

“Who’re you?”

“Tivius Lintis, ma’am, with C-Sec. I found David in an alley being bullied by a gang.”

“Look into them, will you? They need to pay for what they’re doing to David.”

“Yes, ma’am. Do you know anything that could help me? I only know the first name of who I presume to be the leader.”

“Her name is Cailey Lemara. She works with David, and her gang is always up to no good.”

“I’ll look into it, ma’am. Take care of yourself and David, okay?”

“Yes, sir, I will. Thank you for bringing him home.”

“Not a problem, I’m happy to help. If you find out anything about this gang, call C-Sec and tell them to contact me.”

The turian nodded and led David inside.

“Thank you, Tivius,” he shot over his shoulder.

“You’re welcome, David. Take care.”

#ask #anonymous #mass effect #tivius lintis #request: filled #tw: misgendering #tw: harassment #tw: hate crime #mcgee screams

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taeinmycup · 6 years

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Happy Birthday, Taehyung (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: yeah.... it’s just 5.5k words full of filthy smut don’t read it if you... don’t read smut.

Words: 5.5k

You surprise Taehyung with an ‘oh so lovely’ birthday gift, and what could be a better surprise than you yourself; wrapped in nothing else but a single red ribbon.

A/N: i...... cannot believe i actually wrote this for tae’s bday hskgajkghjkshgjk. i got inspired by a tweet about this piece of clothing. anyways taehyung, happy birthday!! i love u and i hope you don’t ever read this asdfghjkl

You take the small, but tight wrapped package out of the mailman’s hands, feeling your cheeks getting burnt as your mind seems to remember what the content of this package was supposed to be. You cannot help to feel a bit ashamed all of a sudden – although the oblivious mailman in front of you only wanted you to take the package quickly, so that he could move on to his delivery address. Seeing the frown on his middle-aged face and his impatient posture, you assume that he must love his job very much. NOT.

“Please sign here, miss,” the mailman tells you, handing you a device on which you are supposed to confirm the package has arrived at your house. You silently thank the mailman for delivering your package, before you quickly close your front door. However, you did not miss the man’s irritated grunt, but he walked away before you could throw back a remark.

You put the package down on the salon table in the middle of your living room, eying it down for a couple of seconds before checking your watch. 5:50 PM. You rub your palms in a nervous manner as you realize your husband would come home in less than an hour, and for the last time, you go through your plan in your head thoroughly – somehow not believing that you are actually doing this.

Three weeks ago, when you and Taehyung were wandering around the streets randomly – just enjoying the fresh winter breeze in general – the two of you stumbled upon a new sex shop three streets next to your favourite restaurant. You remember Taehyung’s glistening eyes and his cocky smirk as he eyed a particular clothing wrapped around a mannequin displayed behind the store’s window.

“It would be nice if you could surprise me with that on my birthday, love.” You remember his words as if it was yesterday, and the chills down your spine that came with it as he whispered these words in your ear. As soon as you laid your eyes around the exposed clothing, you immediately disregarded the idea in your head. You would rather throw yourself of a cliff than wearing such type of clothing. You were not even sure you could call it ‘clothing’ – since it was basically just a red ribbon wrapped around the chest area and a little bit around the intimate part down there.

You and Taehyung had many similarities, which was why the two of you are going strong for almost four years now. However, your sexual preferences are not part of the similarities – which was made clear with Taehyung’s suggestion three weeks ago. You simply prefer soft, vanilla sex – while Taehyung… tends to go for the more extreme actions. To your luck, the two of you never went any further than a belt and a Gucci tie – which you are happy about, but you cannot help but feel bad for Taehyung. After all, he always complies to your wishes – telling you that he does not mind the soft, innocent-like sex – but you know that he is always up for a level higher.

Which is why you’re eying the brown, small package in front of you on the salon table once again, for once wanting to grant Taehyung’s wishes, instead of him granting yours.

After all, it is his birthday today.

With your semi-trembling hands, you pick up the package, before darting to your bedroom in a quick pace – as if you were afraid to get caught after doing a bad deed, but you know that it does not make sense at all, since you are all alone at home.

You close the door – a bit too loud to your preference – and you get a scissor from a random drawer in your desk. With a deep breath, you sit down on the bed you shared with Taehyung, before opening the package carefully. A short breath hitches in your throat after the package is unwrapped completely, the bright shade of red catching your eye in a second. Unconsciously, you stroke the satin ribbon with your fingertips, unable to believe that it will be wrapped around your naked body in less than an hour.

Fuck, you needed to hurry up.

You get out of your comfortable clothes with ease, the beat of your heart rapidly increasing with every piece of clothing that you disregard. As your naked body comes in contact with a random cool breeze, you cannot help but feel a small shiver go down your spine. You then pick up the red ribbon with your hands, scanning it quickly with your eyes moving up and down – mentally preparing yourself.

It takes you quite a few minutes to wrap the ribbon around your body correctly – a small number of curses escaping your lips unconsciously in the process of putting it on – but you eventually manage to do it. Biting down your bottom lip, you look in the mirror to get a glimpse of your reflection, honestly not feeling less naked than the moment before you had put on the red ribbon. However, as you eye your reflection, you suddenly understand why Taehyung loves… these kinds of things.

You looked fucking hot.

You let your hands go wander through your frame – from your boobs (where you can see the ribbon being tied up in a bow) down to your stomach. Although you were not a huge fan of this, you really have to admit that the ribbon fits you well. It manages to make you feel sexy for the very first time in your life.

You take one last glimpse at your reflection, before walking away from your mirror, only to put on your satin robe – since your house felt really chill with only a satin ribbon wrapped around your body. As you check the time, you find out that it took you exactly fifteen minutes to get ready, so you have a little more than thirty minutes to prepare yourself mentally for Taehyung’s birthday ‘surprise’, before he would come home.

To get some distraction, you do some cleaning, since that needed to happen as well. You and Taehyung were so busy these days that whole weeks went by without cleaning the house thoroughly, but you do not realize this until you do the cleaning – instant regrets seeping into you in a fast pace. It takes you a rough twenty minutes – and practically half of your energy – to do the dishes and to vacuum the living room, and you make a mental note to yourself to clean the rest of the house on the next day. Surprisingly enough, you were not too uncomfortable to do the cleaning with a single ribbon wrapped around your frame – which you are happy about, of course.

You have ten minutes to regain your breath and energy before Taehyung arrives, so you just sit down on the sofa with a glass of red wine in your hand, smiling down at it as you reminisce your honeymoon with Taehyung – where you had your first sip of red wine. The first sip was disgusting, you had to admit. However, Taehyung was – and still is – a huge lover of red wine, and because the man drinks it at least once a week, you eventually had learned yourself to drink it without gagging; up to the point that also you cannot live without it right now. Ironic, really.

A sudden notification from your phone takes you out of your daze, which was placed on the other side of the salon table. You put down the wine glass on the table, before leaning over to grab your phone – which was lightened up because of the tons of messages you got from no one else than… Wendy, your best friend since elementary school.

From Wendy: did u put it on?? From Wendy: i bet it suits you rlly well, u are hot From Wendy: tae’s gonna like it ;)))

You cannot help but roll your eyes at your best friend’s messages, a smile growing on your face as you type in a reply.

From you: i put it on and i honestly thought it would be uncomfortable but to my surprise it fits really well From you: and yeah. i actually look rlly hot what the actual fuck

You honestly would not know what to do if Wendy would not be by your side as your mental support – and you will always be grateful towards her for that. Wendy and you are basically sticking with each other like glue was put on the two of you. She knows all of your ins and outs, while you know hers as well. Besides, without Wendy, you would not be able to meet Taehyung as well, since he was a good friend of her boyfriend – soon to be husband – Yoongi.

From Wendy: u always look hot girl. but i’m sure you look a thousand times hotter now ;))) From you: well thx sis. i gotta go now, tae will be here in less than five minutes BITCH IM NOT READY From Wendy: okay gOOD LUCK TELL ME HOW IT WENT OKAY I LOVE YOU

You grimace at her last reply, asking yourself if you really want to tell her everything. Sure, she knows a lot about your sex life with Taehyung, but of course, you did not tell her everything. You respected your privacy with Taehyung and you did not want to traumatize Wendy with your ‘exciting’ stories as well – although you are sure of the fact that Wendy and Yoongi have shared more extreme intimate moments with each other than you and Taehyung ever had.

All of a sudden, you hear the loud click of your front door, and as an automatic reaction you jolt out of your seat, standing straight up as you waited for your husband to come in. Not long after the click of the front door, you hear the familiar footsteps – his shoes making a soft sound against the surface of the laminated floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heart, which was pounding rapidly against your chest – so loud that the sound of it almost overwhelms Taehyung’s footsteps.

After a minute, the door of your living room flings open with a loud sound – and if you were not so nervous like this, you would have laughed at his eagerness to see you. The next thing you see, is a worn-out, but happy Taehyung smiling down at you, his arms wide open as a signal for you to run into his arms for a tight hug. You shake your head in amusement, letting out a giggle as you do exactly what he wants – running into his arms for a tight hug from your favourite person in the world.

At first, Taehyung does not seem to notice your unusual attire. However, as he feels your chest against his own, he lets go of you with a frown plastered on his face. It is then when he sees the pink satin robe wrapped around your body, and you see one of his eyebrows quirking up before he looks you straight into your eyes.

“Y/N, did you change clothes?” Taehyung asks dumbfounded, and it is hard for you to resist the urge to shake your head in a disapproving way.

“Yeah… I did,” you simply reply, not saying anything further as you slowly take his hand in yours, guiding him to the couch and silently telling him to sit down. Taehyung does not let out a word, and you do not know if he is quiet because he is confused or because he is too worn out to figure out what is going on exactly. A mix of both, probably.

You sit down next to him, cupping his cheek with your hand as you give him a semi-pitying look. Although Taehyung’s eyes are full of life at the moment, the rest of him basically screamed out tiredness and lack of sleep. His new job took a toll on him, you notice that. You are happy that he could live out his dream as the managing director of the most famous art-museum in the city, but he was a human as well – and humans need rest.

“You look tired, Tae. Is everything okay?” you ask him in a genuine tone, as you let your thumb stroke against his cheek gently – the skin feeling soft against the surface of your thumb. Taehyung manages to let out a little smile, taking your hand that was stroking his cheek into his own hands – the small action making you realize how big his hands were in comparison to yours.

“I’m okay,” Taehyung says as he nods slightly, tightening his grip on your hand as the smile on his face never disappears. “How about you, though? You’re acting weird,” he remarks afterwards, lowering his eyes down to your frame, once again pointing out the robe you have wrapped around your frame at the moment.

“Well… Today is a special day, right?” you voice out carefully, but the slight teasing tone in your voice is very clear, and you are sure Taehyung got a catch of it as you see him raise both of his eyebrows in utter confusion and astonishment.

“Oh no. What kind of wicked birthday surprise did you have planned?” Taehyung asks you in suspicion, letting go of your hands slowly as he leans backwards – still eying you with both of his brows raised.

“I wouldn’t say wicked. You’ll actually like it…” You bite down your bottom lip as you shift your body closer towards Taehyung. “You will like it a lot.” By now, you are whispering the words in his ear seductively – his body frame pressed against yours, causing you to feel the shiver going down his spine as he progresses your words in his mind.

Before your husband is able to utter a single word, you back away from him – only to stand up from your seat on the couch. You take a few steps away, until you are standing in front of him directly. Taehyung’s eyes follow your movement, a certain intensity reflected into them as he wets his lips with one flick of his tongue. You cannot help but even feel more nervous underneath his gaze, and the insecurities that suddenly hit you almost makes you want to back out of your plan. However, your desire to see his shocked face after he would see you clothed in a thin red ribbon was bigger than all of your insecurities – so you decide to keep going.

With that, the robe slips from your body within a nanosecond – your almost-naked body in full glory for the man in front of you, wrapped in nothing else but a satin, red ribbon.

Taehyung’s jaw-drop is almost hilarious – not to mention his huge, widened eyes rapidly flickering up and down your body.

“H-How- When- What?”

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.” The man does not move an inch as you let out these words, and your worries come back for a second. Why isn’t he saying anything? Does he not like it?

However, your negative suspicions are proven wrong when he stands up abruptly, before attacking your lips and bringing them in a heated kiss. It all happens so fast, that you are not even able to process what is happening right now. Nevertheless, you enjoy the feeling of his soft lips attached to yours – and you let yourself wander into his touch, your hands gripping his hair like your life depended on it.

Taehyung looks more beautiful than ever when he backs away from the kiss; his lips slightly red and swollen, panting heavily with his hair all fuzzy because of your hands. Once again, he lowers his eyes down to your body, eying it down hungrily while biting down on his bottom lip.

“I thought you didn’t like the idea, love?” Taehyung asks you, his lips forming a smirk as he eyes you with a one of his perfectly sculpted brows quirked up. You feel your cheeks heat up in shyness, as you fidget your fingers and avert your eyes from his gaze – attaching them on anything but on him.

“Yeah well. I might have changed my mind,” you try to reply in a nonchalant tone – not that it works though, because the words come out with a slight nervous vibration in your tone rather than a nonchalant one. At this, Taehyung furrows his brows for a second, tilting his head to the side as he kept on looking into your eyes – although you are not looking into his.

“How come? You know that you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Taehyung grabs your chin in between his index finger and his thumb, moving the position of your head slightly so that you are able to look into his eyes directly. You smile at him, giving his swollen lips one small peck and giggling as you see his semi-confused face.

“You always treat me so well, Tae. I want to give something back to you- and I’m not uncomfortable with this, you have to believe me. I actually think I look smoking hot wrapped in nothing but a red ribbon…” you tell him in reassurance, but you notice that your last few words may have stirred up a hungry sparkle in Taehyung’s eyes, as he noticeably tried to shift in his position.

“You always look hot,” Taehyung groans in slight frustration – a remark from Taehyung that you totally expected. He showers you with all kinds of compliments – from looking beautiful in your baggy sweatpants and your (technically, Taehyung’s) oversized t-shirt, to looking sexy in a tight, black dress that outlined your curves clearly (only to be ripped off your body by Taehyung’s strong hands later on). You honestly never get why he gives you so many compliments, but you happily accept them.

“But,” Taehyung whispers, bringing his lips towards your ear shelf – his warm breath coming into contact with your sensitive skin. His next words make you shudder in pleasure, a light shiver going down your spine as you process his words in your brain.

“I bet you look hotter without the ribbon on, my love.”

You try to suppress the gasp stuck in your throat, and you have to tighten your grip on Taehyung’s shoulders in order not to crash down on the floor. Your husband seems to notice your weakened position, so he tightens his grip on your waist even more – his deep chuckle vibrating against your ear.

“U-unwrap me then, Tae.” You barely manage to say these words out loud and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours once again, locking your lips with his in another heated kiss. You expect him to untie the ribbon wrapped around your body already – but to your surprise, he does not do it. You can only feel his hands roaming through your body, the touch of his fingertips causing your skin to be covered in goose bumps.

The two of you reach the bedroom sooner than you would have thought, and you only notice Taehyung being half naked when you lie down on the bed – only dressed in his jeans. However, that is not the only thing you notice, and your eyes widen unconsciously at the outline of his bulge, looking like his dick really wants to break free out of his pants.

Taehyung hovers above your body, his fingers stroking the path of the red ribbon in a slow pace without touching your bare skin – and it drives you nuts. You want him so bad, you honestly cannot wait until you are freed from this damned red ribbon wrapped around you. However, since it was Taehyung’s birthday, you let him take his time with you – trying to suppress your own lust and longing with all your might.

“This might be the best birthday surprise that you have ever given me,” Taehyung hums, his fingers fidgeting with the far end of the ribbon, as if he was debating on whether or not to untie the knot on your chest area.

“Oh god. I really want to untie this ribbon and fuck you raw – but you look so hot in it,” Taehyung groans, the deep sound of his voice causing you to feel even wetter than before. You rub your legs against each other, hoping for just a bit of satisfaction for the throbbing in between your legs. Taehyung notices your small action, and only chuckles lowly as he keeps fidgeting with your ribbon, tilting his head to the side with his eyes locked on yours – his stare weakening your insides even more.

Taehyung breaks the stare by leaning into your neck, your sensitive skin burning as you felt a mixture of his lips and teeth ravishingly destroying your neck – covering it in small, purple hickeys. You let out a few strangled moans as a reaction, and they seem to excite the man even more – because you surely felt his lips sucking your skin harder.

His lips go down a bit further, and as they reach your chest area, they stop moving downwards. Taehyung unlocks his lips from your skin, and you want to whimper at the loss – but you get stopped by his hands untying the knot, the satin ribbon loosening around your breasts. It takes Taehyung a few seconds – and a few curses as well – to unwrap your breasts entirely. He lets out a strangled ‘finally’ – and before you can even process the feeling of your breasts being freed from the ribbon, his lips were attacking one of your hardened nipples, while he took the other nipple in between his fingers – toying with it as you arched your back at the touch.

Taehyung lets go of your breasts, before he unwraps you from the ribbon entirely, his soft and delicate hands treating you like you were made of porcelain. You are left naked on his bed, laying down underneath him and looking like you were ready for it all; ready for him.

“What shall I do first, princess?” Taehyung smirks as the words come out of his lips, already crawling backwards until he reached that particular spot where you needed him the most. He spreads your legs, and wets his lips with his tongue as his eyes meet your core. You are practically dripping right now, and you almost want to smack Taehyung’s head for chuckling so devilish while eying your throbbing core at the same time.

“Gosh. I can’t believe I manage to make you feel this way.”

There it was – a typical remark from Taehyung’s bold lips at which you want to roll your eyes to the back of your head. You would actually manage to do so, but his wet tongue moving up your slit stopped you. Instead, you let out a particularly loud moan, feeling like you were finally freed from all the teasing from before. Taehyung licks, sucks and groans – the various movements of his mouth were enough to drive you crazy. Shots of intense pleasure go through your spine, and your head falls backwards as you feel his mouth sucking you dry. You want to open your eyes and watch his head bobbing in between your legs, as you were sure about the fact that the sight of Taehyung eating you out would weaken you even more. However, your arms are too weak to support your upper half, his tongue on your clit sipping away all your left-over energy – so you just settle with bringing your hands to his hair and gripping it like your life depends on it.

His tongue feels so good against your clit, causing you to spread your legs even wider, hoping that in this way you would get your release sooner, somehow. Of course, the release would never come, since Taehyung notices your eagerness – so his licks on your clit become less massive, and you let out a whimper once again when his tongue leaves your core. As Taehyung sees your semi-disappointed pout, he chuckles briefly – shaking his head as he lifts one of his index-fingers, swiping it from left to right.

“I can’t let you come, love. At least – not yet,” Taehyung whispers – loud enough for you to hear – while fidgeting with his belt. His eyes never leave yours as he loosens his belt, before unbuttoning his jeans as well, and you curse yourself for getting wetter by the sight of him just pulling off his jeans. You can already guess what he wants from you, as your eyes follow his movements – the glimpse of his hardened member locked in his boxers catching your eye.

“In this harsh world, people have to work hard in order to get what they deserve, Y/N.”

Oh, how you loved a dominant Taehyung. You quirk up a brow at his remark, before shaking your head in an amusing way. You try to sit up on your knees, ignoring your wobbly legs as you scoot closer towards him. Playfully, you move your fingertips from his thighs all the way up to his shaft, grabbing it softly through the fabric that blocked the direct touch. Taehyung’s hips buckle forward as a response, and your proud smirk was dangling on your lips, enjoying the fact that you are able to make him feel this way.

“R-remove these damn boxers, Y/N.”

And so you did. With one swift, you pull his boxers down his legs, laughing at the way he struggles a bit to get rid of them. However, your giggles soon disappear as he brings his hardened dick towards you, being only a few inches away from your mouth.

“Show me how bad you want me to fuck you – how bad you want to come.”

His words cause you to shudder, a moan slipping through your lips as you imagine you good it actually feels to have him in you – his member filling you up so good. You do not hesitate to take his dick into your hands, slightly pumping it before pulling out your tongue, giving the head a small lick. You can already taste his pre-cum on your tongue, and you realise how aroused he must have been from the beginning. You do not remember Taehyung complaining or whimpering about it – unlike you did – and once again, you are amazed by your husband’s stamina when having sex.

It does not take you long before you take most of him in your mouth, holding the part that your mouth cannot reach with your hands. Taehyung lets out a muffled groan as he feels your mouth engulfing his dick, his head falling backwards as you suck your way up and down – in and out. You do not mind when he lets go of himself a bit, causing his member to reach a bit deeper into your mouth than you originally could take, and you have to suppress your gag reflex for it. Your eyes flicker up towards his face, and they are blessed by his beautiful face all covered up in drops of sweat, the colour of his cheeks stained in a light shade of red as his brows are furrowed deeply.

Before the pleasure is able to take over Taehyung, he puts one hand on your shoulder, signalling you to stop as he pulls himself away from your mouth. He lets out a small sigh from the loss, but does not fail to bend over towards you and to give you a sweet peck on your lips. His sudden action catches you out of your guard for a bit, but you soon realise that it is his way to thank you – not only for the amazing blowjob, but for making him feel that way.

“Lay down, my love. Now it is my turn to show you how much I want you.”

You comply his demand, and your bare back was laying down on the bed within seconds, the cold surface causing you to shiver slightly. To show your husband that you were ready for it, you spread your legs for him – your throbbing, wet core in full glory, and you do not miss the hungry flicker reflected in Taehyung’s brown orbs. He pumps his shaft a few times with his hand, but it does not take him too long to enter your slit, letting out a breath of relief as he feels your walls engulfing his member.

The feeling of him inside of you drives you crazy, a moan already slipping out of your lips as you felt his dick stretching out your walls in such a pleasurable way. Being the gentleman Taehyung is, he lowers his lips towards yours – engulfing them in a soft kiss. He does not move an inch, stilling the under half of his body as he lets you get used to the feeling of his member in you. Although it never takes you a long time to get used to it, he always makes sure to take his time, wanting you to feel good and comfortable as well.

Taehyung frees himself from the dazzled kiss, only to lean his forehead against yours – his deep brown eyes looking through your soul. “Are you ready, Y/N?” The question comes out of his lips in a soft tone, and you cannot help but to get touched by it as you feel your heart skipping several beats.

You only nod your head, giving him a small peck on his lips as you signal him to move. Taehyung then slowly thrusts in and out of you, taking in the feeling of your walls clenching around him as the groans slip out of his mouth. His slow thrusts gave you enough friction to moan out loud, but you want more. You need more. In reaction to your own needs, you unconsciously buckle up your hips, trying to move up and down yourself in order to get closer to your climax.

Taehyung seems to notice your neediness – so he thrusts his hips harder, faster. His member was particularly drilling in and out of you, eventually managing to reach your sensitive spot multiple times, causing you to see the familiar stars behind your closed eyelids. You tell him not to stop, a few strangled moans and muffled breaths coming along with your voice. The burns in the pit of your stomach are getting heavier, your body covered down in sweat as you scratch his bare back with your fingernails – leaving a few marks behind, like you always do when he does you good.

It does not take you long to reach your climax. His name leaves your lips in a mantra as your body spazzes through your orgasm, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids with Taehyung being the only one in your dazzled mind. Your body becomes limp, letting both of your arms falling down to your sides as Taehyung was still thrusting in and out of you, since he still had to reach his own climax. You are literally deprived from energy by now, but you have enough left to clench your walls tightly around his member, making his dick twitch inside of you.

“Ahhh- Fuck!”

He lets out a deep groan – and you feel his substance painting your walls white, the warm feeling overwhelming your core as you let out a soft whimper. Taehyung rides out his orgasm until he was milked out completely, before gently pulling out of you. You were so used to the feeling of having him in you that the empty feeling down there almost feels strange right now, but you were too tired to point it out.

Taehyung lays down next to you on the bed, shifting closer towards you before he puts his arm around your waist – pulling you into a warm hug. He puts his head into your neck – which was covered in all kinds of purple spots – and you feel his warm breath touching your skin. You stroke his soft locks with your fingertips, as you found yourself listening to the sound of your breathing engulfing the ‘post-sexual’ atmosphere, causing you to relax instantly.

However, the peaceful silence is broken by Taehyung’s deep voice – almost causing you to jolt up from surprise.

“I thought you did not like the idea of being tied in only a ribbon at first. Why the sudden change of mind?”

His question is such a simple one, yet it takes you quite a long time to answer it. To be honest, you are thankful to Taehyung – for putting up with you while you were annoyed for the rest of the day only because of a dim whipped colleague; for making you breakfast every time when you are basically dying because of a particular flu; but most of all, you were thankful towards him because he makes you feel loved, and he never seems to fail doing it; loving you.

You wanted to show him your sincere gratitude in a simple way – and if you had to do it by being wrapped up in nothing else but a red ribbon, you would simply just do it.

So you tell him your sincere feelings, and you almost tear up at the way he smiles up at you, your heart melting at the way his eyes are reflecting nothing else but love. Love for you only.

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.”

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