Okay But You Try To Suck Trager's Dick And He'll Leave Just Dust Behind

Okay but you try to suck Trager's dick and he'll leave just dust behind 💀

A hill I will die on

No? Nothing?

ㅤ— minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,4K.

ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: mean dom!taiju, unprotected sex, nick names, praise kink, manhandle, breath play, slight bimbofication, pinning, squirting, public sex, power play, hair pulling, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, overstimulation, power imbalance, tummy bulge.

ㅤpairings: boss!shiba taiju x waitress!f!reader.

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Domestic! Taiju Shiba with a really affective gf 💕

— I love you so, so much~

You cupped his warm cheeks on your palms, whispering so sweetly above his face.

He blinked twice, trying to accomodate his freshly open eyes to the bright flash of sun light that squeezed in by the open curtains.

—What did I miss? I just woke up-

—You are so pretty~

Your eyes melted so lovingly, cheeks heating up like the weather on a hot day.

Taiju was so confused but he wasn't going to complain-

—Such a pretty boy..

Taiju parted his lips to say something but you were quicker and closed them again with a soft peck on the lips, not rushing anything, no saliva mess, no hair gripping.. Just a peck on the lips.

—Say you love me, Tai.

His hand wondered in your messy hair, his eyes staring firmly at yours and your chests glued together.

—You know I do, baby-

— No, I don't know anything~

Your silly giggle made his eyes roll, you massaged the softness of his man tiddies waiting for the lovely words to burst out of his lips.

—Get your hand off me, you pervert.. Get serious!

—Say it then.

The blush on his cheeks only grew even more when your hand slide down his thighs, squeezing the tight meat.

— I-I.. Love you, a lot.

"calm down a little for me, yeah?"

Me: *dead*🥵

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↳ Pairing. Timeskip! Taiju Shiba.

↳ Summary. Your boss helps you with your problems of confidence in the only way he can: the weird one.

↳ Word count. 3.8K [I needed to explain the whole idea lmao]

↳ Warnings. Cursing, Fem!reader.

↳ Note. We already know about Taiju timeskip but I want yall to have in mind what happens in that chapter because this is like an insight into Taiju’s personal life while having in mind that canon scene between him and Touman. Also, I don’t tag people for Kisaki and Taiju to avoid discomfort.

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“You think you can help me with closing, tonight?” Taiju asks you for the fourth night in a row. You smile and nod. “I'll pay you extra hours and I'll take you home since the others are not gonna be able to wait for you.”

“It's okay, I can take a taxi if-,” You close your mouth at his deadpan expression.

That situation is starting to become more common; Taiju asking you to help him with his expensive restaurant and you doing it because that's your job, duh. You’ve been working for him for three years now, starting as a simple waitress and now being his second in command. He trusts you with the monthly sales, and even if he's on vacation he leaves you in charge to be the boss and take the money home so when he's back he can take it to the bank.

Now, the taking you home started four days ago when he asked you to help him with this month sales and with the preparations for the next decoration of the place; Looking for ideas, searching for professionals and so on took you four days, and now yall need to focus on the making of the budget so yeah, yall need to work extra hours today too. The thing is, the opinion of others about you makes you insecure, you give a lot of importance to people’s opinion and sadly your neighbors are the most nosy people in the country. You don't want to keep turning down your boss’ genuine offer but God, if your neighbors see you getting out of his black expensive car for a second time (because you have rejected him twice in the past four days) they are going to start with the micro-aggressions again.

“Yesterday and the day before you turned down my offer too and I couldn't fall asleep until you texted me that you made it home. It's not going to happen again tonight. I'm going to take you home after we are done here.” He says and although his tone is not harsh, you know better than to keep arguing about it.

“Yes sir, I'm sorry.”

“What's the reason, anyway?”

“Pardon?”

“The reason, Y/N.” He says a little harshly after sighing. He knows damn well that you heard him. “Do I make you uncomfortable? You can go with the others if that's the-,”

“No! No, no, I'm sorry- I'm going to explain myself when we close, is that okay?” You ask and he just nods absently, turning around and entering his office.

You sigh, great, now your boss of three years thinks you’re uncomfortable in his presence, even though you're the only one that can face him at all time, even when he is mad at some rude customer or when he is mad at the poor behavior of some of the waiters.

You end the official shift smoothly and tell everyone that you're not gonna be accompanying them in the subway. After they’re gone you take all the money in the cash register with the bills and go looking for your boss. You knock on his door and get inside after he gives you permission.

“This is today’s income…” You murmur and he nods, taking everything in your hand and putting it in the safe without needing to count the money. “So… the reason.”

In silence he sits back on his chair, puts the bills and other papers aside, and looks at you, letting you know that you have his undivided attention now.

“You see, I have problems with my confidence, I overthink a lot and give too much importance to my reputation. My neighbors are the nosiest people I've ever met, so if you take me home continuously…” He nods.

“They are gonna think we fuck.” You suck a breath at his choice of words but yeah, you can’t expect anything else from Taiju Shiba.

“Yes, that.”

“I can take you and stop the car around the corner.” He offers and you look at him with a small grateful smile, but he is not smiling back. “But, you should work on that confidence. They are not paying your bills.”

“I-I know.” You mumble, mortified with the fact that you’re having this conversation with your boss of all people. “I don't know how, though.”

“Well, you can start by doing whatever the fuck you want, and ignore their comments.” He shrugs and when you nod he continues. “And if they directly talk to you about your life then tell them to fuck off.”

“Isn’t that disrespectful?” You frown.

“Isn't it more disrespectful to mind other people’s business?” You close your mouth. He has a damn good point.

“I'm going to- uh- uhm, start by doing what I want?” You say and even if you didn't mean to ask it ended up sounding like it. He nods.

“Great, so I will be taking you home when we finish this.” He says, not leaving a space to argue back and already taking all the papers yall need to talk about the makeover of his restaurant.

That's the start of you building your confidence, with the first step being letting him take you home that night and ignoring the stares of your neighbors, walking with faked confidence till you make it inside your apartment. That simple conversation wasn't all you need to change your ways, no, but he actually keeps helping you, asking you every day if you succeed in ignoring them, if you did something risky in front of them and when you tell him yes he just gives you a small proud smile and when you say no he just nods. The relationship between the both of you gets closer and a little more honest.

“I'm saying that, one thing is to take me home because your apartment is on the way but another thing is getting out of the car.” You tell him one night.

Not only is he so fucking tall and beefy and intimidating but the tattoos and also the fact that he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. If he goes off on the customers that are rude to you, it's more than likely that he is gonna go off on your neighbors if they say something.

“It's about that reputation stuff again, right?” He asks and you look up to the ceiling that suddenly looks so interesting.

“You look so intimidating they would never believe me that you're my boss, you-,” He smirks.

“I look like a bully, is that it?” You tilt your head, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. “I am.”

And he's not lying, in one of those nights that you told him that you couldn't stand up for yourself he told you the whole story about how his little brother stood up for himself and his sister and he left them alone, away from his toxicity, and they are just beginning to talk again after all those years.

“Don’t say that, Tai’.” You mumble, stretching your hand to pat his shoulder since you were sitting in front of each other at the moment, drinking some expensive cognac as a celebration that the makeover of the place was a success. It took yall two whole months to do it. “You’re the best boss ever.”

“Don’t lie.” He chuckles.

“I’m not! You haven't given up in helping me, you are-,”

“Well, well.” Someone says from the door.

Before you can even turn around a bunch of men walk and surround you and Taiju. He stands up and quickly puts you behind him.

“Kokonoi? What the fuck is this, bastard?” Taiju asks the guy and you grip his suit because, well what the fuck are you supposed to do in this kind of situation, you cant even fight!!

“We are here to interrogate you about some of your ex-men snooping around in our boss’ business.” Another guy says and Taiju laughs.

“And you think you can stand up to me? With all these weak asses? “ He mocks.

“I don't know, but we'll see about that.” The black-haired guy says and he locks eyes with you when you take a sneak peek. “Oh? Guess your little one here is gonna watch you get your ass whooped.”

Taiju shakes his head slowly, almost calmly.

“Not gonna happen, you're gonna let her go. Now.” Taiju says and they look at each other in silence for a whole minute before the guy nods. Taiju softly puts you in front of him and looks at you expressionless, you can't tell if he's mad, scared, nothing. “You think you can get home by yourself at this time?”

“Yes… of course, I'll call a taxi.” You murmur. “Is this okay?”

“It's not, I'll have a conversation with them to fix it.” You nod, knowing he is lying but this is not the time or place to argue. “Go home and text me when you get there. I'll check the message when I’m done here.”

You nod and tug at his arm, when he gets on your level you kiss his cheek softly. You know it’s weird and unexpected but almost 20 people in the restaurant that came for the sole purpose of beating your boss isn't that expected either so fuck it, also he was the one telling you all those months ago that you need to do whatever the fuck you want.

You turn around and silently walk out, the men opening a path of you and not even trying to jump scare you.

When you get home you're aware of some neighbors that tend to stay awake till late just talking about every single person that enters the building, but tonight you cant bring yourself to give a single fuck about them since your mind is flooded with thoughts about Taiju; Is he okay? Would it be better if you call the police? Of course not, you know damn right he is indeed still affiliated to his ex gang since sometimes when you had to close the restaurant they came and talked with him in his office, but that doesn’t matter, it was like 20 guys!! He is not gonna be able to take them down by himself… right?

You decide that you need to calm down because if anything happens to him you’re gonna be the boss the next day in the restaurant to support him if he needs to rest or something. You take a warm quick shower and put on comfy clothes, just when you were about to make some coffee to wait the whole night if it’s needed to hear from him is that you remember he told you to text him when you make it home. You look for your phone like a madwoman and call him, he answers in the third tone.

“You… made it home… safe?” He rasps and you start to shake at his tone.

“Are you okay, Taiju? Where are you?! Are you hurt?!?! Taiju!!” Your eyes start to water and your lips start to tremble.

“I’m okay, baby, calm down a little for me, yeah?” He says in a whisper, your nervous state doesn’t let you register the pet name. “Did you make it home safe?”

“Y-Yes, I did. I called the taxi company that you recommended last month.” You mumble. “Are you okay?”

“I am, I just need… A little patch up.” You gasp, thinking about the worse scenario. “I can’t do it myself cause I’m too rough, you think you can do it for me, little one?”

You fall silent on the line for a moment and you close your eyes ashamed. Ashamed that the first thought that crossed your mind was how you were doing a great job not letting your neighbors see him, always getting out of the car fast and never letting him get out. Ashamed that he’s hurt and you’re thinking about what the fuck your fucking neighbor has to say about the man you’re in love.

“Yes.” You say firmly. “I can do that, please come here. You need to rest.”

“Come show me the way then.” He says in a low tone. “I’m in front of your apar—,”

You toss your phone and run out of the apartment, not even putting shoes on. You don’t wait for the elevator, straight up running to the stairs. Just when you get to the lobby he gets out of his car and you can see that he is really tired and beaten. Ignoring the neighbors sitting around the lobby you run to him and get under his arm to help him walk.

“What about your reputation, love?” He whispers right in your ear and you roll your eyes.

“You… are more important.” You say quietly, missing the satisfied smile he has on his face.

He has had his eye on you since day one; when you were a waitress in his restaurant, when he promoted you to hostess and now that you’re his right hand, and even if he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you, he can’t stop the thought of “what if” when you say stuff like that, when you say that oddly enough he’s the person that you trust the most because he helps you instead of just telling you that you’re dramatic for giving people’s opinion attention, when you look at him like he’s not fucked up in the head when you think he’s distracted, when you kissed his cheek because you were worried and scared of what can happen to him. Good God, he has liked you since day one.

“Little Y/N, is that your boyfrie— Oh, he’s all beaten!” A couple of old ladies get closer and you sigh.

Not only Taiju is 6’8 foot tall, but he also is heavy as fuck and you haven’t gotten out of the panic and anxious state from all the situation to be dealing with their nosy asses. It’s not the time, you think.

“This is my boss, excuse me while I—,”

“Boss?! But he looks like a bully!—,”

“Just like your husband looks like a creep every time I catch him looking at my fucking ass when I’m taking the trash out and you don’t bat an eye, are we fucking done here or should I just yank you out of my way?” You snap and even Taiju was dead silent at your tone.

They open the path for you and you get into the elevator and moments later into your apartment without saying a word. You sit Taiju on a chair and when you were about to start looking for the first aid kit he stops you, grabbing your hand softly.

“Look at me.” You shake your head, looking at the decoration in the middle of the table. “Look. At. Me.”

“Taiju, not right now, please.” You mumble and he lets go of your hand right away.

In an awkward silence you start to clean the blood from his cut after looking for the kit, you unbutton his dress shirt and walk to toss it into your pile of dirty clothes. You give him some painkillers in case the bruises had started to hurt although he didn’t even wince in discomfort when you were rubbing alcohol on his cuts.

“Can we talk now?” He asks quietly.

“Just tell me something.” You say. “Are you back into that gang shit?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay.”

“Do you believe me?”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Then I believe you.” You say, you take his hand and drag him to your room since you didn’t have more rooms. “Stay the night here, all those punches, the cognac from earlier and the strong painkillers are enough. You shouldn’t drive.”

“I still have contact with guys that are in the gang scene.” He tells you. You don’t look at him, opting to distract yourself looking for more blankets and pillows. “As you know, they come from time to time to the restaurant to talk to me and they kind of let me know how that world is going in order to protect my business. On days I know there’s some kind of war between gangs I close the restaurant earlier and send y’all home before the gang activity starts. On days I know there’s a leader in the city I go through the reservations personally so I tell them myself that we don’t have tables for them to keep all that away from us.”

“Then what’s that all about tonight?”

“Exactly that. Even if I’m just snooping around the gang world, I was a leader of a really strong gang, it surely doesn’t look cute for my name to still be mentioned while being clean. It’s hard for them to believe.” He takes the towel you offer him but instead of walking to the bathroom, he sits on the bed. He needs you to know that he hasn’t fucked up the opportunity to be a better man for you. “Those guys you saw tonight, they are my ex captains. They didn’t let you go just because, but rather because there is still a mutual respect between us.”

You hum. You get in front of him and when he opens his legs and tug you softly till you’re between them you don’t say anything nor do you move. You just look at his desperate eyes.

“I’m out of that shit.” He whispers. “I’m not even entertaining the idea of disappointing you.”

“Me?”

“You know damn right you’re the woman I love.” He says deadpan and you suck a breath. He’s known for his unusual honesty so you should’ve known that you wouldn’t get the flower and chocolate agenda for a confession. “I’m not risking the opportunity of becoming the man you deserve.”

“You are already the man I deserve.” You whisper back, softly putting your hands on his shoulders and sliding them to take his face in your hands, he leans on your touch and gives a quick kiss at your hand.

“Is it true?”

“What, love?”

“Am I more important than your nosy neighbor?” He knows his voice sounds desperate but God, he is desperate to hear your praises.

“Yes, you are. After ruining my reputation I feel like I can live freely, and that’s thanks to you, of course you’re more—” You yelp when he flips you under him in your bed and that's the first time he winces at the pain on his ribs. “Careful!”

“You too, are the most important thing to me.” You smile and nod.

“Go take a shower, let’s sleep and—.”

“I actually want to keep touching you and getting kisses on my cheeks.” You roll your eyes and lean, kissing his lips briefly.

“There, now to the bathroom and to bed, big guy.”

While he is in the bathroom you look everywhere for a piece of cloth that could fit him and you thank the heavens when you find a simple basketball short, great, those things have a lot of elastic to fit around his waist. You give it to him and although it was a little tight that was still better than his dirty and bloody dress pants.

He gets under your blankets and hugs you tightly from behind, not second thoughts on that, not shyness, just straight up pulling you to his broad chest, he sighs and closes his eyes.

“Mhm.” He hums, his hand going under your shirt but before you could stop him he just rests it there, flat on your abdomen. “You have stopped trembling.”

“Was I trembling?” You whisper, caressing his arm.

“You were shaking and although you did patch me up, your eyes were unfocused.” He tells you and sighs with tiredness. “Thanks for patching me up, baby.”

“Baby?”

“I called you that earlier.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

You fall asleep after that, tired from all the events, including the nonviolent one since that day both of you work more than usual in the presentation of the new decoration of the restaurant.

When you wake up he is not hugging you and you giggle when that’s the first thing that crossed your mind. You run to the bathroom and brush your teeth and then go out looking for him. You find him in your balcony, shirtless, with those shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and you know that because it’s pretty obvious he’s not wearing underwear.

Since he’s holding a cup you walk to the kitchen first and pour yourself some coffee that apparently he made not long ago since it was still hot, and then you go to him.

“Morning, big guy.” You murmur, he looks at you and smirks. He grabs your throat softly and leans to give you a quick kiss.

“Morning, baby, did you have a good sleep?” He asks, his hand still resting around your neck. Just Taiju things, you think.

“I did, but I was disappointed that I didn’t wake up with your whole body almost suffocating me.” You say and he hums.

“I’ll have that in mind for tonight, don’t cry later.” He says and you are about to ask him what he means with ‘tonight’ when someone interrupts you, more precisely, your neighbor.

“There you are! Last night you were really rude, Y/N.” The lady says. She was on the street with some bags from the market nearby. “I thought you were raised bet—,”

“If you want to have a say in the way she was raised then pay her bills.” Taiju says bluntly and you just sip your coffee, there it is, the harsh Taiju everybody at work fears. “If you’re not gonna do that, keep. Walking.”

The color drained from her face out of embarrassment; not only she remembers he is huge but the rest of his tattoos were on display and boy did they look intimidating as hell.

An awkward smile creeps to your face and he tilts his head when he sees it, he gives your neck a soft squeeze to bring your attention to him.

“What is it?”

“I just now understand.” You smile at him, biting your lower lip in the process. God, you were so happy.

“What?”

“That you were right, all I had to do is do whatever the fuck I want and ignore them and if they come directly tell them to fuck off.” He smiles at the fact that you remember his exact words. “I don’t feel bad at the way you talked to her nor at the way I talked to them last night.”

“And you shouldn’t, you were right.” You nod. “So?”

“So… no more attention to judgmental people.” He nods distractly, leaning to kiss you.

“No more attention to judgmental people.” He repeats in a whisper, kissing you like his life depends on it.

Taiju, Sanzu and Kisaki got me like;

TOKYOREV! AT THE CASINO

♡ shout out to you (you all know who) and since im nice, I decided to add each ones favorite men ..... kinda

♡ smut lmao

SANZU plays the dice. his hand shakes the red and white cubes while his leg jumps up and down, your cunt humping his suited thigh. he can feel you're wet, he can feel you're enjoying getting aroused in such a public and exclusive place. his arms wrap around you, his hands tilting your chin downwards. he tells you to blow inside, that you will give him luck. you do and right after throwing them, he places his chin on your shoulder and in a sultry tone he says "hope you blow my cock like that tonight"

RAN plays poker. He shuffles the deck on his hands, fingers moving nimbly and he catches you looking at his hands, his slender hands and still shuffling and not paying you attention he nonchantally says "bet you're dying to have these fingers inside you". He loves when you dress like a whore and do as he wishes, you're his lucky charm- "bring me a martini, doll" standing up from his lap his hands move down your body, slapping your ass when you turn your back at him, his hand giving it a little grop before watching how you walk down to the bar in a tight dress.

RIN. He joins his brother, you are standing now between the two of them. He tilts his head to the side and looks at your profile, your eyes are fixing upon the cards between his hand. You dont see the hungry gaze that lays over you, purple eyes stripping you as he shows a royal flush and he takes his and his brother money. with millions on his pockets and accounts, the brothers get up together, their hands around your waist one side each. Sine rin was the winner, he gets advantage at fucking you stupid, but keep in mind, ran will not hold back

MITSUYA is by the roulette. Playing stupid amounts of money, mitsuya has you by his side, his hand around your waist and asks you in a sultry voice which number he should go for. You wiggle next to him, his grip tightening as the bulge inside his designer pants. You tease him, your breath so close to his ear, telling him the winning number. If he loses all the money he put, he will be edging and slapping your cunt and fucking you stupid by the end of the night

TAIJU plays the darts. "hold this for me", handing you his glass of bourbon, taiju lips enclose around the cigar. closing one eye, he looks straight to the bulls eye. his arm stretches, you can see the veins that crave his fit bicep clearly, the way it flexes and so rapidly shoots the dart and aims straight in the middle. the people around him cheer, but when he turns around you are the only thing he can see. grabbing you by the waist, he disposes his cigar somewhere and steals back his glass of bourbon before taking one last sip and kissing you on the lips.

HAKKAI is the bookie and at the beginning of the (match?) he comes down with a checkbook and change. You eye him up and down and taiju smirks because hakkai has an ace up his sleeve. Everyone bets for taiju, hakkai earning hundreds of thousands of dollars in a 20min game. Grabbing your hand gently, he takes you to the casino suite, where taiju is waiting. "keep the change" taiju pats hakkai on the shoulder before taking bundles of 100 dollars "and be quick with them, im the winner" says before sitting down on a chair, letting his little lbrother have some fun with you.

KAKUCHO enjoys a game of blackjack. he has you standing up behind him, your hands travelling from his shoulders to his pecs. he sits on the chair, he feels powerful, mighty, even lucky he dares to say. he looks at the croupier straight in the eye, mismatching gaze burning as he turns as card around. your grip on his shoulders tightens as the ace makes him win in just two plays. declaring game over, he orders everyone to leave, bending you over the table and making you cum once, twice, three times too much. He will full you with his seed and keep it there, after all you bring him luck. He needs to keep you satisfied.

BAJI plays pool. He arrives dressed in designer, his fingers adorned with rings and his hair straight in a middle part. He has you all pretty sitting on a couch "take a drink, will ease you out" he says. You take two, three martinis until his hand approaches you, taking yours and bringing you to the table. "do as I say" his breath is tickling your ears, his tone down and sesual as his hands travel down your arms and helps you aim. His knee parts your legs open, his chest weighting over your back. "slow, hit the ball five" you do as he says, the lingering smell of his cologne invading your nose. as the ball enters the pocket, his hands roam down your body, fingers toying with the hem of your dress "we'll finish this upstairs"

KISAKI is the owner of the casino. He checks everyone is having fun, getting drunk, losing money and making him richer by the second. Hair slicked back, he has one hand on his suit pocket and the other one around your waist. He takes you on a tour that has your eyes wide open, his ego filling with the way your legs close and rub when you are seated on the VIP bar. He asks the waiter for the most luxurious champagne bottle in the casino. Back with champagne seated on the middle of a bucket with ice, kisaki pours you a glass as he moves closer to you, his hand going up your leg and under your dress.