#jen — dc. 🔮

[jthebeauty]

HEY BESTIE i know you’re reading TR so can i pretty please get a taiju thirst? i’ll suck your toes-

Do Better.

Pairing: Taiju Shiba x F! Reader (18+)

CW: Yandere-ish? This is Taiju We’re Talking About, (3) Mentions of Killing, (2) Blood Mentions, Breeding/Creampie, Face Fucking Descriptions, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Vaginal Wall Sex, Reader is Wearing a Dress + Heels, Taiju & Reader are Married. Minors & Ageless Bios/Blogs DNI!

Word count: 2.0k

A/n: Noodle speaking my language bc uhhh hello?! Taiju Shiba ♡ Sorry for the wait—I kept switching the plot/storyline, but here we are!

“What can I get you, beautiful?”

“Sorry to have called you back over so soon,” you dab your handkerchief on your forehead, your other hand waving your paddle fan back and forth. “It’s burning in here… Can I- Sorry. May I get another refill with ice, please?”

Taiju was fuming in his seat at 7:27 PM— and not because the restaurant’s atmosphere also felt hot to him.

“I’ll be back with a new glass in a bit,” your waiter bows.

“Take your time, really!” Please hurry, it’s so fucking hot in here.

“That’s a beautiful dress by the way,” he compliments with a grin, eyes steadily travelling from your shoulders to your calves. “The color really suits you.”

Taiju silently grinds his teeth, the metal fork in his grip bending between three fingers. Any amount of self-control he thought he had this whole time, was long gone in an instant.

You return the smile, mouth opening to reply. “Thank—”

“Hey,” your husband seated across the table interrupts. “You got a death wish or something? She asked for a fucking refill, not a fucking conversation.”

Your head snaps in Taiju’s direction, eyes meeting his enraged ones as your heart rate begins to increase. It was happening again.

“My apolo—”

“What are you doing?” you drop your handkerchief onto your lap. “What happened to ‘best behavior’?”

“Best behavior is over, we’re going home now.”

“Tai—?”

“Give us the fucking bill!” he abruptly slams his hands on the table and stands up, staring down at the waiter. “We didn’t come for entertainment. I can entertain my wife at any time of the day.”

“Taiju my dri—”

“We’ll get it and go.”

“Babe, look around— you’re scaring the people who just wanna have a good time.”

“But this is better than me punching him lifeless, yeah?” his smile manic. “I hope you had a good time, we won’t be back.”

“Some people are too bold for their own good,” Taiju stiffly exhales through his nose, one hand loosening his tie— the other running over his semi-slicked back hair. “I should’ve punched the life out of him right then and there.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you sigh with your head down, leaning against the wall as you take your heels off. “We should just order something next—”

Slamming his hands on the wall behind you, Taiju leans in closer— your noses just barely touching; his lips dangerously close to yours.

“What’re you saying right now, babe?” he whispers, the y-shaped vein on his forehead still apparent since you two left the restaurant. “That I was overreacting?”

“Yeah, you did overdo it,” you break eye contact, looking to the side. “You always overdo it when other men talk to me like that.”

“You mad at me?” he removes a hand from the wall to place his forefinger and thumb on your chin, redirecting your gaze to him again. “Let me know so I can make it up to you.”

“I mean, yeah? That was pretty extreme of you. Had the waiter and everyone else there scared shitless. Even I got worried.”

“I’ll work on it, I’ll do better,” he fully cups your jaw in his large palm, pecking your glossed lips. “Violence isn’t everything and you didn’t need to see that tonight.”

The cold demeanour you tried to keep up, slowly started to melt away— a smile replacing your once-annoyed expression. Taiju was happy to see it, like he was one step closer to a night of good sleep with you in his arms.

“You’re something else,” you throw your shoes near the closet before bringing both hands up to cradle his cheeks. “If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be with you— you know this.”

“It’s not you,” a hand comes up to hold the back of your head— the other sliding down to massage your ass through your dress. “I don’t like them eye-fucking you and talking to you as if I’m not there. Don’t you find that disrespectful? It’s pretty disrespectful, isn’t it?”

“I- I-” with closed eyes, you tilt your head back, struggling to communicate as your husband places wet kisses on your exposed neck. “I can understand that, Tai—”

“That’s why I’m so tempted to beat them to a bloody pulp,” he swiftly sucks at the tender skin, teeth softly nipping at the spots his tongue licked over. “They wanna be entertained? I’ll also entertain them for you. Beat ‘em till my knuckles are all red ‘n bloody.”

“I wanna be entertained by something else,” you softly moan as Taiju continues to nibble at your warm skin, your hands blindly reaching to the front of his black dress pants. “Look… you’re hard.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, pulling you flush against him by your ass. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Staring into his golden lust-filled irises, you don’t answer— your fingers reaching under your dress to pull your panties down. Taiju keenly watches it unfold in front of him; his bottom lip wedged between his teeth while both hands rest on your waist.

“And they’re off,” you slowly dangle the piece of lingerie in his face with a small grin. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Taiju reacts quickly; seizing the cotton fabric between clenched teeth before tossing it aside. “You know what to do next.”

You lick your lips in anticipation as you reach forward, fingers briskly undoing his leather belt.

“That’s it…” he slowly nods. “Almost there.”

You pop the plastic button open before hauling his zipper down, mouth dropping at the damp spot in his gray briefs.

“Wow…” you swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth. “Taiju I—”

“If you want to get on your knees and suck it,” he shoves his pants and briefs down just below the hip. “Then suck it. But I’ll be honest— I’d rather be inside you right now.”

It was conflicting.

You wanted to sink down to your knees and let Taiju use your mouth at his disposal. You wanted to feel his balls lubricate themselves with every hit against your glistening chin; feel his thick cock probe the depths of your throat; feel yourself hollow your cheeks and swirl your hot tongue around his prodigious girth; feel yourself gag when he got a bit too rough.

You wanted to hear the wet noises of him fucking your mouth; hear the endless praise along the lines of “that’s a good fucking girl”; hear his strained groans before spurts of cum would hit the back of your throat, making you utterly choke.

But on the other hand, you couldn’t ignore the throb between your legs— the throb that was practically in sync with your own heartbeat. You couldn’t stop clenching although nothing was inside you— the desperation for something to fill you being high.

You needed it. Needed him to give you what you both wanted; needed to feel the stretch of his cock head entering your wet, tight hole; needed him to fuck you while you clung to him tightly— nails scraping along the details of his tattoos; needed him to finish inside like he always would— just for you.

“I want it too…” you bunch your dress up to your waist. “Give it to me.”

Taiju wasted no time in hoisting you up against the wall, the view of your exposed lower-half making his cock leak more pre-cum than before.

“If you want it then…” he presses his lips to your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as he whispers the rest: “Put it in— I won’t lift a finger this time.”

“You’re not playing fair.” Your husband’s chest vibrates with a laugh at the remark.

“When do I ever play fair, angel?”

If he was going to do this and think you’d break so easily, he had another thing coming. You could play dirty too— he just didn’t know it yet.

Taiju adjusts both himself and you, eyes glued on your every move as your fingers wrap around his hard length.

You watch as a new bead of pre-cum forms at the tip, gathering the glutinous fluid with a swipe of your thumb. You smear it around the crown, desperately wishing you could place it in your mouth— just for a minute.

“Shit,” he jerks his hips at the electrifying feeling, recovering himself with a small laugh. “It’s like that, huh?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips as you push the head against your clit. “Mm.”

But you didn’t stop there. You run the head down your slit, your slick coating the underside of his cock. You bring the head back up to circle your bundle of nerves again, eyes locking with Taiju’s once more.

“You sorry?” you lick your lips again, tapping the tip at your soaked hole.

When Taiju doesn’t respond, you repeat the motion again— this time clenching yourself around him before pulling him back out.

“Y-yeah I’m sorry,” he grunts, eyes momentarily squeezing shut. “Put it in a— fuck!”

You would’ve loved for him to finish his sentence, but you couldn’t hold back either.

Only the head was inside, yet you both couldn’t stop panting. Taiju did originally plan to keep his promise (of not lifting a finger), but the next squeeze around him threw him out of it. He was no longer a somewhat patient man.

Taiju crashes his lips into yours, taking matters into his own hands— pushing more of himself inside of you. He further closes the small gap between you two, urging you to move as well.

You moan into the kiss, nails scraping against his white dress shirt as you finally feel him bottom out. His large hands moves your hips, creating a pace and rhythm you can match with.

“See what happens when I give us what we both want?” Taiju mumbles against your lips. “Now you can’t stop humping me. You’re a dirty girl now, huh?”

“S-shut up,” you bring a hand down to rub tight, rhythmic circles at your swollen clit. “Just don’t stop— please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he groans, head dropping to watch his glistening cock slide in and out of you with ease. “I could never stop with a pussy this tight around my dick, baby.”

Taiju’s pace increases, his hips now snapping up into you as you come down on him faster—your drenched cunt squelching and sucking him back in with every thrust.

“Yeah,” he leans in to kiss your neck again. “Rub your clit for me, angel. You look so good right now, you know that?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, using your free hand to pull his lips to yours. “Just a bit more— I need this.”

You slip your tongue into Taiju’s mouth as your cunt creams around his cock— eyes welling up with tears as your body becomes undone. A high-pitched moan escapes from your throat into Taiju’s mouth, making him smirk against your lips. You got yours and now he can get his.

Taiju stills his hips, spurts of warm, thick semen coating the insides and depths of your cunt. He slowly jerks his hips, ensuring everything has been emptied before pecking your lips once more.

You pull away once you both come down from your highs, burying your face in the crook of your husband’s neck— inhaling the scent of sweat and faint cologne.

“I hope you know I’m still just a smidgen upset about what happened,” you trace the black ink of his tattoo through his damp shirt. “But I forgive you.”

“You forgive me?” he smiles, pecking your clammy forehead. “Thank God. You know I can’t go to bed knowing you’re angry at me. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you yawn, lazily slapping at his brawny chest. “Just don’t make it happen again, blah, blah— take me upstairs now babe.”

Taiju tilts his head back to laugh. He doesn’t pull out, deciding to carry you as you are in his arms.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he smirks down at you as he heads to the staircase. “You want a bath too?”

“I might fall asleep,” you mumble. “Join me and be my pillow or something.”

“You got it, angel.”

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