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[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A24

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: The Angel’s Identity

Characters: Toi, Netaro, Nagi, Daniel, Yodaka

Summary: The protagonist is surrounded by the Night Team members, who are completely drunk. Meanwhile,Toi shows off his surprising drinking skills and entertaining the customers around him.

Thank you aca @/463ce6, myun @/myuntachis Niri @/Niri_riri and jes @/arcanecrayonn for helping me with proofing!

Netaro: I ammm learning SHO much about the human race… 

Location: Hakodate Daimon Yokocho Izakaya

Netaro: Like this famoush fellow, Skurin Dadastar discovered a SNAIL on the back of a human cranium— 

Momiji: Okay, that’s kinda gross, so let’s stop right there…

Momiji: Mama, could I get— Wait, you can choose between raw or fried scallops!?

Momiji: Ohh, how do I pick… They both look so delicious…!

Ryui: (Are they for fucking real– They’ve been stuffing themselves for three whole hours! When are they gonna fuck off already…!)

Netaro: Listen to meeeeee~~~!

Momiji: I’ll listen! But nothing that makes me want to puke, okay? 

Yodaka: Why would you stop him? I find his topics to be very intriguing, I would love nothing more than to hear the continuation, indeed. 

Momiji: …So you’re drunk too, Yodaka-san. There’s something just a little off about your speech… 

Yodaka: Do you think so? If one does not understand themselves, they night… oh?

Netaro: Ahaha! So Youda can also get a little kooky! I think my head is light and spinny… *drool* 

Yodaka: Youda… When it comes to making nicknames, you’re the champion. 

Nagi: By the way, Chief, are you listening to my story? 

Momiji: Oh, yes… 

Momiji: Something about how you keep finding one sock of a pair at the laundromat? 

Nagi: Yeah. So, normally people tie a pair of socks together and put them away, but that’s usually when you’re arranging your clothes in the closet. So I guess it makes sense for the pair to be separated when you put them in the wash. 

Nagi: But there’s no way you can survive with only one pair of socks, so I’ll tell you this story - Once upon a time there was a woman who owned a pair of woolen socks, and a pair of lace socks. One cold winter evening, she decided to visit the laundromat and— 

Momiji: (Ah… Nagi-kun’s monologue is making me feel even more tipsy…)

Daniel: The gang’s turned into quite the sight to see. 

Daniel: I’ll just take my time and sip on mine�� Mama, a refill please.

Toi: …Phew.

Drunkard A: You’ve been downing those drinks like water there, angel boy! Woulda never guessed that cute face of yours belonged to a heavy drinker!

Drunkard B: How many’s it been now? I think he’s finished off one-shō bottle!

Toi: Hah, as if I could be satisfied by a mere bottle of liqueur. 

Ryui: (That fucking bastard…)

Ryui: (Never gives a shit about Toi’s body, drinkin’ so fuckin’ much!)

Proprietress: It’s always been the case that the ones with the cute looks can hold their drinks… oh?

Proprietress: Where did the muddler that I was using go off to?

Toi: Look beside the basin. 

Proprietress: Huh? …Oh! It really is here.

Proprietress: Thank you for helping me. Oh dear, don’t tell me you were watching the whole time? 

Toi: Kuku… I need not bother with such trifles. Here is some proof: The phone will ring soon. 

*phone rings*

Proprietress: Oh! I-It really rang… 

Drunkard A: Ooh, that’s some interesting trick there angel boy!

Drunkard C: Precognition? Now that’d come in handy at parties! 

Toi: How bold of you to treat me as some jester at a banquet. You dare to consider my power as mere child’s play? 

Toi: Truly, so foolish that I cannot help but adore it.

Drunkard B: Huh~ Been meanin’ to ask, what’s up with the way you talk? It’s kinda impressive. Is that how all you folks from the mainland speak?

Toi: How about I use you for my next act? I will show you what it means when a human has their soul ripped from their bodies.

Drunkard C: Soul? Now you’re talking like some kinda devil! 

Daniel: Ah… Sorry about him. Please just smile and nod to whatever he says. 

Daniel: He’s at that age you see… 

Drunkard: Ohh I get it. ‘Tis the season to walk silently and all that… 

Drunkard B: Ain’t that nostalgic~ I’ve got my dark history all recorded in some diaries back at home too.

Toi: You, the big oaf. What do you mean by “at that age?”

Daniel: Well, ya see… What I mean is… 

Daniel: Oi, is it okay for me to tell it straight to his face? What if he cries on me? 

Yodaka: In that case, I’ll take responsibility and marry you for life… or treat you to a bottle?

Netaro: Toiiii~ No, ‘nother Toi! It’s been a while since I last saw you!

Netaro: I am very much interested in you! Let’s be fwendsss~

Toi: I refuse. I am only fond of humans. 

Nagi: !

Netaro: Bwahaha! Shoooo interesting~!

Drunkard A: No helpin’ it, this old man will bite the bullet. Ye see kid, you’ve got a disease. It’s called 8th grade syndrome. 

Drunkard B: Yeah, it’s like a cold you catch while going through puberty.

Elderly Lady: Everyone has a dark history like that, young boy. That’s how you grow up.

Toi: Hah! So now it’s a disease?

Toi: To see you scramble so as to make sense of what you can’t understand is so pitiful that it brings a tear to my eye. Truly, such a frivolous thought process can only be accomplished by you humans. 

Daniel: Toi’s really doubling down on that stuff, huh.

Toi: I shall explain in a way even you fools should be able to comprehend.

Toi: I am the angel that will bring salvation to you humans. You may call me “Oshisha-sama.”

Netaro: …An angel? 

Momiji: Oshisha-sama? 

Toi: Well, I have been called by another name as well.

Toi: Such as “Astaroth.”

*Everyone pauses*

Nagi: …Got it. So that’s what he’s going with. 

Momiji: It’s very impressively detailed. Your second name is really cool!

Netaro: Angel… Along with “lonely,” this ish yet another concept that I fail to comprehend. Amaaaazing! Earth is so fascinating~ And EXCITING! 

Yodaka: Angel… Hope… Salvation… Hydrogen… Salt… Spring rolls… Shark fin… Wok… 

Daniel: Aight, I think you oughta pipe down, yer just makin’ this more confusing. 

Yodaka: Spatula… 

Momiji: Hahaha! 

Netaro: Toi, ToiToi. From the moment I met youuu, I could sense you were a supernatural being that has power faaaar beyond that of a human! 

Netaro: Aaaand THAT’S why I’m soooo interested in you! Everything in this universe, aaaall of creation, must be explainable by science or logic. Otherwise, it is NOTHING! 

Netaro: Such is the way of my planet, and SO! You, an aaaangel, must be taken apart piece by piece and factorized so that I may verify your existence! 

Toi: …… 

Nagi: Ah, that’s just his setting, yeah… 

Momiji: Huh, so Netaro-kun’s setting is that he’s come from space? 

Netaro: Yup! 

Momiji: Then maybe I’ll go with being an underground dweller! If possible, I’d like to be a God of Travel or something… 

Yodaka: Then… I shall be a police officer conducting an undercover investigation. 

Yodaka: Or perhaps a spy who is after state secrets might be fun too.

Nagi: I’ll, uh, go for something safe, like a flower fairy.

Yodaka: Hm, but perhaps you should try picking something a little more absurd. Maybe then you could relate to being at “that age” too… 

Nagi: Oh, you’ve got a point… Hm… 

Daniel: C’mon, why’re you bustin’ yer balls over this crap? Just come up with somethin’ on the fly.

Daniel: Like, you survived a nuclear fusion, or you woke up from a cold sleep, or that you have a zipper on your back, or some bull like that. 

Netaro: Have aaaany of you tried dancing on top of space debris? You can’t help but get addicted once you try it oooout! 

Daniel: Yeah, exactly. Just keep it light like that debris or whatever stuff he was goin’ on about.

Nagi: ��I gotta go to the bathroom. 

Momiji: Ok, be safe outside! 

Yodaka: I’m actually an office lady who used to get a measly salary but was reincarnated into another world, and due to circumstances beyond my control I’ve become a serial killer after being hit over the head with a spatula one night— 

Daniel: Hahaha! Damn, you’re getting good at this! 

Netaro: What surprised me moooost was the concept of male and female on this planet… 

Momiji: Hmm, for underground dwellers, it’d be the sun, right? I bet they’d cry after seeing the sun for the first time! 

Daniel: I’d go with medical development.

Netaro: Hey hey, tell me, do angels have the concept of male and female too? 

Toi: …… 

Netaro: Tell meeee, what’s the definition of an angel? 

Toi: …… 

Netaro: Tell me tell me tell ME! Can angels die? 

Toi: …… 

Momiji: Netaro, maybe he hasn’t developed his setting that far yet, so try to dial back the questions… 

Netaro: Are you really an angel? 

Toi: ……Kukuku.

Toi: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Netaro: Woahhh.

Momiji: T-Toi-kun? 

Daniel: Dumbass, bein’ so loud will bother the others! 

Toi: …I was entertained for a fleeting moment, but now I tire of your rubbish. 

Toi: Rejoice. I shall show you the real thing. 

Location: Hakodate - Daimon Yokocho

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: (The moon sure is beautiful.)

Nagi: (...Has there ever been a night like this before, where I didn’t feel lonely?)

Nagi: (I have friends who’ll keep me company through the night now, along with good food and alcohol. I feel happy.)

Nagi: (So, this is what you call a trip… It’s amazing. I want to stay in this moment for as long as I can.) 

Nagi: (I should probably give the Chief some flowers while I have the chance. It’s a good thing I packed some in my bag, then—)

*rumbling*

Nagi: Huh…?

Nagi: (What’s this sound? It started so suddenly… Like it’s coming from the very depths of the earth…)

*ground shakes*

Nagi: W-Wha… Is this an earthquake?

Notes:

shō is a traditional unit of volume, approx. 1.8 litres

Yodaka makes a pun saying he'd take responsibilty and marry Daniel for life 一緒 (issho) or for a bottle 一升 (issho)

Astaroth, in demonology, is known to be the Great Duke of Hell.

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[arysthaeniru]

...I hear you’re doing drabble giveaways? :) I would love some nishitani/majima!! I saw you wanted to write a nishitani lives au and i hope you end up doing it because I would love to see how you write them ❤️

Aaaahhhh, thank you for this request <3 I hope you enjoy this little snippet, I really like Nishitani’s dynamic with Majima, because it’s so much about temptation and vices and flagrant hedonism that makes Majima value himself more as a person. Nishitani’s whole shtick is about pleasure and when Majima of Yakuza 0 is convinced he doesn’t deserve that, it makes for an excellent dynamic. 

Somehow Nishitani has found Club Sunshine. Majima notices him on one of their busiest days, on the tailend of dealing with a problem customer, who'd had issues with the quality of their champagne. He's cloistered himself in one of the back booths, entertained by Saki-chan.

Majima snaps to attention and rushes over to the booth, even though Saki hasn't made the hand signal for help yet. He snaps his fingers, once, twice. "Out." He says, shortly, and feels a slow curl of rage within him as Nishitani just turns to give Majima a once-over, slow and lingering, smirk spreading over his face.

"Majima-kun, I didn't think ya'd turn down a payin’ customer." Nishitani drawls, with a self-satisfied grin.

"Payin’ customer or not, yer trouble. Out." Majima snaps, stiffly.

Saki turns to look at Majima, anxiously, but she doesn't seem especially perturbed by Nishitani's presence. What is it about his charm where somehow, girls who dislike being taken for granted, are magically alright with Nishitani's presence? The girls at the Grand too, had been surprisingly unfazed by Nishitani breaking Majima's 'Look-Don't-Touch' rules. "Majima-san..." she says, in that tone that means she's worried about him.

"Ya all good here?" Majima asks Saki, gently. For all that she's a strong woman who is used to taking care of herself, Majima wants her to know she can rely on him to defuse anything uncomfortable for her.

"Don't be so paranoid, Majima-kun. We're getting along just fine!" Nishitani squeezes Saki's bicep, in an overly-friendly way, and Majima scowls when Saki just giggles, not even vaguely discomfited.

"Not talking ta you, am I? Shaddup."

"I'm fine, Majima-san." Saki says, with a sunny smile.

Majima grimaces to and turns his gaze on Nishitani. It's a busy night. He really can't insist on running Nishitani away, not if he's going to behave himself and get them money. He's got other girls to take care of. "One step outta line, and I call the police, pronto. Ya won't get ta fight me at all." Majima says, firmly, and turns on his heel to walk away, before he can get a response.

Inbetween getting refills for Yuki and towels for Erranda, Majima hears snippets of their conversation all evening.

"I like my lovers strong, intent. Makes everything more fun, ya know?" "Nothin’ draws the eye more than a girl who's confident in herself." "Gotta love somebody who can take care of 'emselves."

The whole time, Saki just laughs, handles herself with her usual graceful aplomb, steers the conversation in pleasant, easy directions, showing off her prowess as the former star of Club Jupiter, perfectly adept at handling rougher types.

Majima seethes, quietly and tries to not watch them, listen to them. But he can't help it. Whenever he has even a momentary breather, his peripheral senses can't help but turn towards Nishitani. He justifies it to himself as keeping an eye out for trouble, but if he's being really honest with himself, that's not the primary reason.

Majima's always been drawn to strength. It's the one thing that has always shaped his path, shaped his destiny. It had been what had drawn to him to Saejima, like a moth to the flame, in the middle of those Tokyo streets as a youth. It had been what convinced Majima to chain himself to Shimano’s yoke, get the man’s motifs and markings all over his back. It had been what made Majima so comfortable in Fei Hu’s shop, and so familiar with Lee’s rough approach. A mixture of sheer adrenaline, blood-thumping through his entire chest, a shot of courage, fury and wild chaos, and desire, slow and cloying, curling up in the pit of his stomach, making him light-headed and short of breath. Majima’s life has been defined and drawn around strength, power, desire, ambition.

And Nishitani’s powerful. He’d felt the surges of his strength, precision and cleverness throughout that short fight through the Grand’s centre-stage. If Majima had slipped even once, if Majima had been anything less than perfect, propelled by the fury of confusion, he would have died to Nishitani’s blade.

That shouldn’t be as much of a turn-on as it is.

Especially not when considering Nishitani’s about twenty years past his prime. He’s from the same generation as Shimano, Sagawa, those old fucks who’ve caged him in, trapped him down. With freckled sun-spots smattered over wrinkling skin, and touches of grey to the roots of his hair, and his scarred, calloused hands, Majima shouldn’t be drawn to him in that way. Old, pervy fucker, he should represent everything Majima hates most about the generation of yakuza above him.

But he can’t help it. Nishitani’s presence is like a livewire, electrifying, dangerous, addictive. And Majima couldn’t look away, even if he wanted to.

When the evening shift draws to a close, Majima leaves Youda and Yuki to be in charge of wiping down the place and saying goodbye to the last of the customers. He dips out for a smoke instead, to try and gain control of his fraying nerves, to pull himself back into a modicum of calm. He can’t lose himself in this.

He’s not yakuza anymore. Just a man desperately trying to stay alive long enough to let Saejima kill him. And a man trying desperately to preserve any sense of goodness, keep that fragile spark of a girl safe inside that cold warehouse... none of him has room for Nishitani’s advances.

And yet...

“You ever consider lettin’ yer hair free, Majima-kun? Just for a moment?” Nishitani drawls, voice dangerously close to Majima’s. They’re outside the club now, and he’s not a paying customer anymore. That makes this interaction dangerous.

“No.” Majima says, puffing out a cool breeze of smoke straight into Nishitani’s face. The fucker doesn’t even flinch, just grins, that lightly mocking smile.

“Not even once? Shame that. Pretty things like you only gets better when they cut loose a little, live free.” Nishitani says, sauntering around to prop himself up over Majima, trapping him into the wall. It’s at once a threat of aggression, and a threat of something else, something more sensible. His hand comes in close, as if to caress Majima’s hair, but he stops just short of doing it, balances it against the wall instead.

Perhaps he senses Majima’s internal tension, perhaps he knows that Majima will deck him the moment Nishitani lays a hand on him. Or maybe it’s something like respect for Majima’s rules. (Majima dismisses that thought immediately, Nishitani wouldn’t know respect if it came up to him and sucked his dick.)

Despite himself, Majima swallows a little, as he takes another deep inhale of the cigarette. “The fuck do you want? I ain’t tellin’ you where Makoto is.”

Nishitani grins. From up close, Majima can smell the alcohol on his breath, whiskey, cigarettes and something else, a little deeper. It’s not exactly a good smell, but it’s a familiar smell, a comfortable smell. Nishitani is the epitome of the yakuza lifestyle that Majima had grown up desiring.

“Don’t worry, Majima-kun. I ain’t here for that today. Got a little proposition for ya, instead.” he says, licking his lips. Majima can’t look away from his mouth, the slight pinkness of his tongue against his surprisingly dark lips, and so he almost misses Nishitani’s next sentence. “Got a job I need ya ter do for me.”

Majima frowns. “The fuck would I do that for?”

“Issa job only you can do” Nishitani grins, and waggles his eyebrows. “Compensate ya handsomely, of course.”

Majima rolls his eyes, but honestly, for cash-money, he’ll do just about anything for anybody, short of prostitution. Anything to get his debt to Shimano and Sagawa square. “What?” he asks, pretending to be bored, pretending none of this interests him.

“There’s this gambling club I run that’s been real trouble, lately. Won’t listen to a damn word I say, and they seem to be squirreling some cash away, some big winnings they managed to poach from a pack of fools. Can’t have that sort of shit on my turf.” Nishitani says, with a casual ease. “I’d send my boys in, but ya see, someone seems ta have done a number on ‘em, and they look about as threatening as a flock of pigeons, all covered in bandages like they are.”

“You could do it yerself.” Majima says, gaze darting down to Nishitani’s feet. Just over the edge of his socks, Majima can see the bandages, and he’s noticed that Nishitani holds himself with a limp. He’s clearly still injured from their fight, when Majima had shoved his fucking knife right inbetween his tendons.

“I could, but ya see, they know my face. They’d gear up for trouble the moment I stepped within a five-foot vicinity. You on the other hand...” Nishitani leans in, that smug grin only getting bigger.

Majima snorts, before he can stop himself. “Ya say that like everybody in this town doesn’t know my face, too.”

“Lord of the Night.” Nishitani agrees, and his voice hums with approval. “But ya see, yer reputation precedes you. Everybody knows ya don’t start fights, ya end them. So if you started a fight at the gambling parlour, not a damn soul would expect it.” There’s a crazed glint to Nishitani’s eyes, reflecting off the neon signs from the bars around them, and Majima shouldn’t be considering this at all, but he is. The thought of going in and smashing heads of people who actually deserve it always gets Majima’s blood simmering. He can’t help himself. He’s a creature nurtured on a diet of violence, and the Hole has changed him. It shaped him in the image of its own cruelty, and Majima had let its madness into his soul, or he would never have lived to see the sunlight again.

Majima wonders what had made Nishitani this way.

“The fuck would I jeopardize my rep for? For you?” asks Majima, dangerously.

“I’ll owe ya one, just the pleasure of seein’ ya go crazy in there.” Nishitani says, leaning inwards, mouth just centimetres from Majima’s ear. “Whatever ya want, name it.”

Majima’s skin is alit with goosebumps, he feels like a leaf in the breeze, one touch would undo him, undo all of Majima’s tightly laced boundaries, would unravel everything that has kept him safe and alive. If Nishitani pressed even an inch closer, Majima would agree to just about anything he asked. And they both know it, it’s the electric spark between them, Nishitani’s complete understanding of how fragile everything about Majima’s existence is.

But Nishitani doesn’t touch him, just lets his breath caress the inner curve of Majima’s ear and pulls back, eyes glinting with maleficent amusement.

He wants Majima to make the step on his own. He wants Majima to come apart at his own behest. Fucking sadist.

“Well. Let me know. Ya know where ta find me.” Nishitani says, slow and languid. “Be seein’ ya, Majima-kun.”

He saunters away without a care in the world, and Majima lets the cigarette drop from his mouth and presses his back against the wall outside Club Sunshine, desperately trying to quell the fire within him that blazes in indignation at letting Nishitani just walk away from him.

[bucketofcowboys]

Just A Whisper Away

This fic is based on the interaction between Majima and Saki at the end of her substory in Y0... I just read that line and couldn't get it out of my name for so long! I just had to write this! I hope you enjoy this super fluffy-friends-catching-up fic that no one asked for :)

Relationship: Saki (Yakuza) & Goro Majima, Implied Goro Majima/Kazuma Kiryu

Fandom: Yakuza (specifically 0)

Warning: Canon Typical Violence, but it’s just fluff

Words: 3,869

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29074707

Saki's mind always seemed to wander whenever she walked to work in the morning. Not many people walked around the Sotenbori streets this early in the morning, so most of the time her waypath was empty and quite peaceful. It gave her enough silence to live out old reminders of times past. Each block seemed to have its own special memory tied to it. Some silly, some sad, some dreadful... some she looked back on fondly and some she wished never happened. The city weaved together to create a place where every street had a story.

So, her morning walks to the office were her favorite part of her day. She just strolls around the early morning cityscape and relives memories with a special fondness. Her favorite street to walk down was definitely Sochofuku street. Though the alleyways that twisted and turned into the old Sunshine cabaret club had been cut off, passing by the new Club Four Shine still gave her nostalgia. Sometimes she would say hi to Yuki, but oftentimes she wouldn't be there in the morning. Their scene was more late night, and Saki was quite too busy for that nowadays. She visited whenever she could.

Passing by the club always made her think about her time working at a hostess at Sunshine. She was fortunate that Majima took her in when he did and took her away from the abusive situation at her old club. The year she spent there was put in the box of fond memories in the back of her mind.

This morning she was brought back to that evening after her last training with Majima. As she snuggled into her warm fuzzy coat to brace herself against the cold winter wind, she remembered how she rushed out of the club to make it to a meeting that decided the entirety of her future. How she ran into the wrong person, how everything was almost taken away because she refused to ask for help. How Majima came to the rescue. Saved her life.

"Majima-san... you taught me that sometimes it's okay to ask for help... so if I ever find myself in another hopeless mess... will you help me?" 

She carried the burden of everything on her shoulders back then. Her family deepened on her for money, she was saving up to go to nursing school, and she couldn't just be a hostess without putting forth her best effort. She thought that everything had to be on her because she didn't want to burden anyone else...

He smiled at her.

"Sure thing. You just whisper my name, and I'll be there. Bam."

She smiled up towards the gray winter sky. She never actually got to thank him for everything he did for her before he left... It was just one day he was there and the next he wasn't. She would be lying if she said she wasn't heartbroken when he left. All the girls were. Even Youda was upset.

Saki's mind was too busy being stuck in the past to notice that a man was walking towards her on the street. Before she could catch up with reality, she knocked into his shoulder. The man stumbled and barely kept himself from falling to the ground. She quickly turned towards the man and gasped.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention! I'm really sorry!" She clasped her hand over her mouth to try and cover her embarrassment. The man looked mostly unscathed from what she saw, but he turned to her and anger could be seen clearly on his features.

"What the hell! Watch where yer goin' dumbass!" The brash man sneered. She frowned.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I really didn't mean to..." She tugged her sleeve back and checked the watch on her wrist. She read the time and it said 7:27. Shit... she couldn't be late today, she had an urgent patient to take care of that morning. "Have a nice day, sir! Again, I'm very sorry!"

She turned away to continue on her walk to work, but was quickly stopped when the man grabbed the back hood of her coat and tugged her back towards him.

"Ya think sorry is gonna cut it, bitch? Do ya know who I am?!" He grabbed her by the shoulders firmly and she struggled against his hold.

"I'm sorry but I have to go!" She shoved the man off of her, but he grabbed a hold of her arm and held her in place. 

"You ain't goin' nowhere!" He threw her into the nearest alleyway. She scraped her knees on the biting cold concrete and knocked her head against the brick wall behind her. Pain began to bloom from her injuries and adrenaline ran through her blood, hot.

She hadn't fought someone in years. Ever since Majima scolded her for her recklessness... she stayed out of fights. She tried to focus on her future and stayed away from trouble. Its not that she didn't believe in her abilities... but she was significantly weaker than she was before. 

"Get away from me!" She screamed, holding her arms up to protect herself from any further attacks.

"You think ya can just disrespect me like that and get away with it?" 

"I didn't do anything! Help!" She called desperately. The only response to her cry for help was her own echo bouncing on the walls of the alleyway. 

She flinched when she saw the gleam of something sharp catch her eye. That's when she really began to struggle hard against the man's efforts. She kicked at his legs with as much effort as she could, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head against the wall. Bobby pins fell from her previously neat bun, and her vision began to go spotty and black around the edges.

She felt dizzy and nauseous and her head pounded in time with her racing pulse. The situation brought her back to the memory she was reminiscing on mere minutes ago. She was sure she would be in this exact situation if Majima hadn't come to the rescue. But now... Majima wasn't here. Hadn't been here for a while. She was strong, but she wasn't strong enough to fight against an armed man. 

"...just whisper my name..."

The only thing she could think of was that phrase playing over and over in her head. She knew it was meant to be a passing reassurance, a small joke meant to never be thought of again... but now it seemed like a lifeline. 

"M-Majima..." She breathed out so quiet she could barely hear herself say it. She almost felt embarrassed at how helpless she felt. She promised him long ago that she would ask for help when she needed it... and she needed it desperately now. 

"Speak up, princess! Got somethin' to say?"

"Majima-San!" She screamed out, calling his name in hopes that maybe, somehow, he would hear her cries. That maybe, by some miracle, he would come and save her. That he would keep his promise from so long ago.

"Huh? Majima-Han? That your boyfriend or somethin'? Go ahead bitch, cry. Ain't nobody comin'!" Her attacker laughed as if he had said something funny. He then raised his dagger, ready to strike. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered herself with her arms. She braced for the sharp bite of metal. But, after a few moments of waiting, she didn't feel it. 

Instead she heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground and a sharp gasp of pain coming from her attacker. Her eyes shot open and when she looked up she could barely believe it.

It was him.

She had to do a double take just to see if she was imagining it or not. Everything about him was different. His long, neat, tied up hair was now short, his sunken in look had been replaced with a more plump healthy glow, and his beautifully tailored tux had been scrapped for a tacky snakeskin jacket. But that eyepatch and the angry twitch of his bowed lips was enough for her to know that this was her Majima. 

"Yo..." His voice rung out deep-- which was never a good sign. Majima only ever spoke that way when he was really mad. It was rare for anyone to hear him talk like that in the cabaret club. The only time she ever heard him talk like that was when dealing with particularly rude customers... or when he protected her all those years ago. "What the hell do ya think you're doing?"

He stood tall behind her attacker, his gloved hand in a vice like grip around his wrist. The man hissed in pain and tried to pull out of his hold.

"What the fuck, man! Step off!" He yelled as he struggled to pull away. He used his other hand to throw a punch in Majima's direction, but he quickly ducked his head out of the way before it could collide. He twisted the man's arm behind his back painfully and he squealed like a pig. He shoved him face first into the wall opposite of where Saki still sat on the floor. His face scratched against the rough concrete and a groan left the man.

"Sorry, ya rat bastard, but I don't let people get away with hurting my friends like that. Ya understand?" He growled into the perpetrator's ear like he was spitting venom. He shoved him harder against the wall and earned himself a cry in response.

"Majima-San..." Saki whispered in disbelief. She was half convinced that the man had knocked her out and she was now in the middle of a head trauma induced coma. He glanced back at her with his good eye and offered her a friendly smile. It contradicted the raged one he wore speaking to her attacker.

He pulled the man from the wall and held him up in front of Saki.

"Now... you're gonna apologize to this lovely lady... or I'll break your bones... ya understand!?" The man nodded quickly, sniffling back a tear before stuttering out.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" He cried out. Majima let out a pleased hum at his apology. He hesitated for a moment before loosening his grip on the man. The man took the opportunity to run as soon as he could. But before he could get only a few steps away, Majima punched him so hard in the jaw that he hit his head on the nearby wall and blacked on on the concrete.

Majima stepped over to the newly unconscious man and nudged him with his foot. He seemed to be completely knocked out cold. Majima sighed.

"Ya get what ya deserve, asshole." He turned back towards the, still very stunned, Saki. That familiar, warm smile came to his lips and he stepped towards her. "Ya alright?" 

He offered his hand out to her, and she quickly took it. He hauled her up to her feet and brushed some grime from the ground off of her winter coat. 

"I..." Words were lost from her. She didn't know what to say... She hadn't seen Majima for years, and then all of a sudden there he is. What was she meant to say? "I didn't think you would come." She admitted. 

"Good thing I was in the neighborhood then, yeah?" He chuckled softly. She just stared up at him in disbelief. After a long moment of uncomfortable silence, Majima spoke once again. "Ya alright? He didn't knock ya up too badly did he?" 

He reached forwards and gently pressed a gloved finger to a slowly forming bruise near her hairline. She hissed in pain, and reached up to gently push his hand away.

"I'll be fine... just a few bumps and bruises..." Nothing she couldn't fix herself. 

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure!" She pouted up at him. Their bickering reminded him so much of the old days back at the club.

She still was trying to process the fact that Majima Goro, Lord of the Night, and the man that saved her life--not once now, but twice, was standing right in front of her. Finally her confused face cracked into a smile. A bright smile filled with the joy of memories past and an old friend brought back from the dead.

"You big lug, I can't believe you actually came!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a warm embrace. "It's been too long, Majima-San..."

An awkward beat of silence passed between them where Majima just stood still without much reaction, but eventually the man warmed up to it. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and squeezed her just hard enough to know that he missed her too. Eventually the two old friends fell apart and Saki smiled up at him.

"Where ya goin'? I can walk ya there so ya don't get fucked over by another brute." He offered with a nonchalant shrug.

"I'm heading to work right now. It's not too far from here." He perked up at that.

"Where do ya work? Not another cabaret club, I hope. Been a severe lack of good ones in Sotenbori since the 80s..." She began her slow pace back to the office, and Majima followed close by her side. For some reason, the fact that she was definitely going to be late didn't bother her anymore. She needed to catch up with him.

"I work at the hospital," She answered and got a surprised face from Majima. She snickered, "After you left, I went to nursing school, got my degree, and the rest is history..."

"Ya really did take my advice then?"

"Of course!" He gave her a look that could only be compared to that of a proud father looking at a succeeding daughter. Sometimes she forgets that Majima is almost the same age as her. He always acted like a concerned older brother, so she always imagined him as being years above her in age. Really there was only about a two year gap between them.

There was a pause where the two just walked down the cold Sotenbori street in silence. Saki kicked her tennis shoes on the ground before looking back up at him.

"What about you, Majima-San?" 

"Haw?"

"You kinda just up and left one day without a word... I want to know what you've been up to!" 

"Oh..." he paused for a moment and looked off into the distance, as if he was thinking. Probably trying to figure out what holes he can put in his story and get away with without her noticing. 

She knows he's yakuza, she knew since the 80s. Though a tux can cover up an irezumi, it can't cover years worth of wear and tear on the soul and an eyepatch she still never got the story behind. She was sure everyone at Sunshine knew he was yakuza, they just kept quiet about it. It was so odd to imagine the kind and quiet Majima being a brash and unforgiving crime boss. But, when she and the girls saw him fight, there was no question. Even less of a question now that his irezumi peaked past his snakeskin. 

She distantly wondered if he was freezing just wearing that, but he didn't seem to be reacting to the cold winds that brushed by.

She allowed him a moment to construct the PG rated version of his life in the past 20 years, and then he finally spoke.

"Not much, honestly. Left Sotenbori and started livin' in Kamurocho..." he rubbed at the buzzed off hair on the back of his head... she kinda missed the long hair. He did still look dashing, even if it was short. 

"Open up any new cabaret clubs?" He shook his head.

"Nah. I did open up a construction company though." 

"Really?" She couldn't imagine Majima at a construction site... but at the same time she could. It was odd. It's like there were two sides to Majima's coin. One a more kind-hearted and soft side and the other brash and hard. "I never knew you could build things, Majima-San..."

She remembered a time when Majima had to order a new vanity for Yuki after an incident involving a live wire and a spilt drink... she doesn't think Majima or Youda ever did manage to finish building that vanity... Spare pieces of wood and screws were strewn across the back room for months, and late at night before going home she could hear Majima cussing out the instructions. So she couldn't imagine him actually being able to build things.

"I don't build, that's my team's job." That made more sense.

"Then what do you do?" He froze for a moment.

"Uhh... managin'. Stuff like that."

"I see." She had to stifle a giggle.

She took a turn down the wrong alleyway, but she didn't stop and turn back. Neither did Majima. He followed blindly as she led him in circles around the block instead of actually heading towards her destination.

"Do you have a family now, Majima? Are you married?" 

"Nah, not really my thing." 

"A significant other?" She noticed that he froze up at that question. A smirk came to her lips. 

"I-I guess? I don't know. It's complicated with him..." 

"Ooooh, so it's a him? What's he like?" She asked, becoming increasingly eager to continue this line of questioning. She took another wrong turn, but this time he grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her back onto the right path.

"Wrong way, busy bee. Ya don't wanna be late for work, do ya?" She pouted.

"Don't make excuses, tell me about him!" He let out a long sigh and glanced upwards towards the sky. It was almost as if he was asking whatever God there was for mercy. 

"...I've known him for a while now. I met him as soon as I came to Kamurocho." He finally began talking, she bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too hard as he explained his love story. "We... didn't exactly start off as friends but now I think we're pretty close."

She watched as he fidgeted with the seam of his gloves. She had never seen him act so shyly before. He must really like this man.

"Do you love him?" She asked, and he quickly jumped back in surprise.

"Hey! You don't just ask someone that!" He scolded, his Kansai accent exaggerating each word. He threw his hands up in faux rage and she giggled. 

"Sorry, sorry." She apologized between smiles that hurt her cheeks. After a beat of silence she added, "So... do you love him?"

"Sakiii..." he whined, but this time she didn't back off. She looked up at him expectantly and he sighed. 

"I-I... yeah... I love him." He finally admitted. She could see the flush on his high cheekbones. Cute.

She shot him a grin, but spared him from any more of her torturous questioning about this mystery man that had Majima's heart in his hand. Though, she did wonder what this man was like... during their training they spoke about women Majima was into, but never men. Maybe he was into tall dark and handsome guys? Or more of the femenine types? Maybe even big soft types? Probably one who could cook. He always said that a meal was a way to a man's heart. 

"What about you? You got anyone?" He asked.

"Yeah... I got someone." She smiled fondly into the distance as she had a moment of recollection.

She had met him a few years back. He worked at a Takoyaki shop she frequented, and one day he sat down and spoke with her on his break. They hit it off right away and the rest was history.

"I actually just got hitched last year! You see?" She held up her hand and showed off the gold and diamond encrusted wedding ring that sat perfectly on her finger. He leaned forwards and turned his head so it was in the view of his good eye.

"Ooooh, looks pretty. I guess he didn't skimp out on ya did he? Suppose that makes him a keeper, yeah?" She nodded along.

"Yeah... I think he's a keeper." 

Their walking slowed and eventually stopped when they finally made it to the front of the hospital. Saki stared up at the building for a moment. All the desire she usually had to work had been sapped out of her, and all she really wanted to do was walk around town and talk to her old friend. But, work was still more important than that. She sighed softly before turning to face Majima.

"This is the place. Thank you for walking with me, Majima-San." She thanked him with a short bow.

"Of course. I couldn't just let ya walk alone after an attack like that." Her head was still throbbing, and the bruises on her were beginning to settle into a dull ache, but she would be fine. She would be in worse shape if Majima hadn't been there.

"Well... it was good seein' ya again, Saki-Chan." She nodded in agreement. He turned to leave after that.

Saki couldn't help but feel an overwhelming feeling of dread as he left. He would walk away and into the shadows and then poof! He's gone forever. Never to be seen again. Like dust blown away in the wind. A ghost only remembered in stories and whispers of the past... she didn't want him to be a ghost.

"Majima-San!" She called after him before that snakeskin jacket could faze out of sight. He turned back to look at her, and she had to cup her hands around her mouth to speak loud enough for him to hear. "Don't be a stranger! We miss you!"

She could see the flash of his smile, even with the distance. He cupped his hands around his mouth as well and shouted back.

"Just a whisper away, Saki!" His voice echoed against the alleyway walls, and he spared a small wave before turning away again. 

This time, as he turned a corner and left her vision, that dread was gone. He didn't have to be a ghost, or an old memory, or dust. She would see him again. She was sure of that. 'When?' was a question that could only be answered with, 'eventually'. And she would wait until that eventually. 

For now, though, she turned towards the door of her office building and stared at the blue painted Kanji on the door. She sucked in a deep breath, and pushed it open. Sure, she was going to get scolded for being late and fretted about because of the bruises on her face, but she didn't mind. She had almost forgotten that she was even attacked. She was on cloud nine after seeing her old friend again. 

During her lunch break for the day, she immediately got on her phone and made a call. 

"Hello?" Yuki's voice came through the receiver. Saki couldn't help but smile brightly when she heard her speak. 

"Yuki-- you won't believe who I just saw!"

[real-sotenbori-hours]

As You Like - Majima Goro x Fem reader ~ smut

Summary: After a busy night at Sunshine, Majima makes the grave mistake of kicking back at one of the tables for a sec... and you decide this is the perfect time to physically demonstrate how much you love this fucking dude.

You’re alone in the back room, having just changed, packing up your stuff. Youda-san knocks twice and cheerfully informs you that he’s locking up, heading out, and thank you for your excellent work tonight. You laugh and thank him right back, zipping up your bag and pushing the chair back into the vanity.

You swing the door open, switch off the light in the back room and shut it, assuming it’s just you in this now dimly lit place of splendor and excitement. Something about being alone in a building typically packed with beautiful women, big spending men and an energy of excess turns you on for some undefinable reason.

Looks like you’re all alone... and you can’t shake your arousal. You’re tempted to do something about this rush that’s running up and between your legs... something exhilarating, a secret you’ll keep with yourself, something that’ll put a hell of a smirk on your face the next night you work, and then some. You start scanning the room for the booth that most strikes this filthy fancy within you.

All alone.

Darkness surrounds you, teasingly. Total darkness but two of the globe table lights sleepily lit at the far front of the room.

You slowly saunter towards the stage, surveying the two booths subtly inviting you to indulge yourself.

The veil of obscurity spurs you on. You scan the room, noticing a figure sprawled out in the corner.

You assumed you were alone, and you were wrong.

The muted, faint sound of relaxed breathing draws you close and as your eyes adjust, you can finally make out the identity of this tired silhouette.

His hair barely brushing the back of the booth, you catch the warm glow of the globe light, illuminating the gorgeous face of your boss, Majima fucking Goro. Each of his arms extended along the top of the cushioned support as his legs hung wide open, allowing him to stretch out completely.

The heat pools between your eager thighs at the mere thought of taking advantage of this stunning god of a man. In your schoolgirl mind, any woman in his mere presence had to be helplessly enamored with him. How could you not be? You’re certain you’ve hid your desperate adoration well, thinking it best to never act above your respective station... but there he is, napping peacefully after a big, booming evening... and now you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was to drop to your knees before him.

So you do.

You crawl underneath the table, trying to stifle a giggle at your mischieviousness. On your knees, you slide between his, slowly running your hands up the inside of his legs. Euphoric with desire, you watch his face as you sink your fingertips into his thighs, breathing slowly, seductively. He twitches, releasing a quiet moan. His lap tightens and you gleefully watch as a stiffness makes itself apparent. You rake your nails along the stretches of his inner thighs, coaxing his arousal to grow. It does. Feeling brazen, you delicately pull on the overlap of his belt, prying it free from the pin. Just as you’d had it almost undone, his eye flies open, spearing you with a look of alarm... and curiosity.

Your face erupted, burning... what’d you expect? To hide your panicking fear of rejection, you lean back, sitting on your heels and tilt your head, pursing your lips.

He sighs, and those stupidly kissable lips part ever so slightly. “Well, well, well... Y/N-chan, what on Earth do ya think yer doin’ down there?”

Lust courses through your veins like a fucking drug. You cackle and reach for the back of your neck, unsnapping the top of your dress and letting it drop freely to your waist, exposing your breasts. His eye widens. “H-h-oly...” You reach for your nipples and start slowly tweaking them. He places his hand on his lap and palms himself. “Y/N-chan, I never thought you’d had the balls...”

You lick your lips, tossing your head back, “Why, whatever do you mean, Majima-san... the balls with which to demonstrate my tireless devotion?” You leave one hand on your breast and move the other down your side, slinking it up your dress, between your thighs, working slowly...

His breath hitches.

“Devotion, eh... ta lil’ ol’ me? Y/N-chan, I’m impressed that ya took initiative... I like that.” He keeps rubbing himself, slowly. Breathing, slowly. Smirking. You try to laugh but it all feels too good. You start to shudder and he sits up, sensing that you’re close.

He kicks his leg out, knocking the table over in one fell swoop and drops to his knees before you, grabbing your hand from between your thighs and running his tongue up and along your pruning fingers, his eye blown wide with desire, piercing into yours. You whimper. With his free hand, he grasps the nape of your neck and yanks you toward him, crashing his mouth onto yours, prying your lips apart, slipping his tongue in.

You pull him in by his collar and deepen the kiss, losing all consciousness of everything but the electric current rushing through you. He pulls away and leans into your ear, “Hey, come a lil’ closer. I have been dyin’ to find out just how good that body feels, flush against mine...” An involuntary moan escapes you at his smoldering words as he continues to grip your neck with one hand, bringing your lips together while pushing you against the booth, steadying himself with the other. “Mmmm... fuck, Y/N-chan... I’ve barely even touched ya and yer drivin’ me crazy...”

His admission goads you as you slip your hands beneath his jacket, pulling him free. He undoes his tie with one hand and pulls it straight from his collar, snapping it with both hands and grinning. “Lie back, Y/N-chan. Ya caught me off guard. Now it’s my turn. Close yer eyes.” You do as instructed, exhaling deeply.

He runs his lips along your cheek to the shell of your ear as he wraps that soft, black, silky strip of decorum around your eyes, fastening it behind your head, dazing you with a faint whiff of his cologne. He rolls his bottom lip up the other side of your neck to your earlobe and chuckles, “Since ya think yer in charge, I’m gonna have ta remind ya where ya stand.”

“Yes, sir. You’re right.” You whimper. He gets more tantalizing by the minute. For fuck’s sake, if he brushes your cunt even haphazardly, you’re going to come like a fucking fountain.

He runs a long finger over your blindfold, pressing down on the bridge of your nose. “You been entertainin’ some less than professional thoughts about me, Y/N-chan?” He strokes your jawbone.

“Yes, sir. I have. I touch myself to them all the time.”

Once again, his breath hitches.

He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing, biting your bottom lip, hissing, “That so? And what am I doin’? Markin’ yer soft, tasty skin, showin’ every man in sight who yer thinkin’ of? Feastin’ on ya like the goddamn delicacy that you are? Poundin’ into ya over n’ over?”

“Mmmm, fuck...” You tilt your head, searching for his mouth... lazily bringing a hand to your lap, under your dress...

“Ne, Y/N-chan. You’ve lost yer privileges fer now. Sit on yer hands. I’m gonna use ‘em later.” You obey. He gropes your breasts, pinching your nipples until you moan, leaning in to take your mouth again. “Majima-san, please...” you whisper, “I wanna wrap my arms around you, feel you...I need you closer...” He fists your hair, yanking your head back over the seat of the booth and licks from your clavicle up to your chin. “I don’t think so, babygirl. A lesson’s a lesson. A good boss makes sure his girl knows her place.”

He kisses you deeper, more intimately than before, holding your face with both hands.

“Goddamn... I just can’t get enough of ya, Y/N-chan...” You suck in a deep breath, frustrated, bucking your hips, desperate for friction, “Majima, please, I can’t take it anymore, I need your touch... please...”

He clicks his tongue and sits back on his heels, taking in the sight of you: ablush, tits out, begging with each panting breath for a fucking MODICUM of lasting physical contact. Every time he pulls away, you’re left burning. Your desire swells on the verge of combustion. You can’t fucking take it. He laughs and leans forward, placing a hand on each of your knees.

This fantasy that you’ve teased and touched yourself to for months... finally coming to fruition... you can’t help but tremble. You sigh, voice dripping with want, “Majima-san...”

Gripping each knee, he rips them apart, wider than they naturally go. Your dress slinks up over your hips. You moan as he moves quickly, pinning you to the booth. He pecks your lips and grabs your chin. “Ne, Y/N-chan. You can call me Goro.” You bite your lip as he slowly, painfully rakes his fingertips up your thighs, gripping your hips and curling his fingers beneath the band of your panties.

Hungrily, you rock your hips against his hands, begging him to remove the pesky fabric separating your starving cunt from delicious contact. He pulls them down one side at a time, one inch at a time. You groan. “Goro, take them off. I can’t fucking wait any longer...”

He growls and smacks the side of your bare ass with an open palm. “I fuckin’ love me an impassioned woman...” He rolls them over your thighs and down, you lift your legs and he peels them further, past your knees, along your calves and off. The cool air hits the dripping mess radiating from your core, your scent sending shivers through Majima like a gust of cold wind and dry heat at the same damn time. He snarls. “So this is how ya smell when yer cravin’ me, babe?”

You smirk. “I always smell like this.”

He moans a trail of airy kisses along your inner thighs, kneading with his fingertips. “Yer divine. I can’t wait to taste from the source.” You squeak as he grabs your ass and lifts your lower body up, dangling your legs from his shoulders, leaving you guessing in complete darkness. You take in a deep breath and just as you release it, you’re granted the tip of his warm, wet tongue sliding up your folds, poking at your swollen bud.

“Fuck, Goro-kun! Fuck, it feels so fucking good, baby...”

He grips you harder, pulling his face deeper into you, lapping you up, praising you. He adds two fingers into you, stretching you, finding you ridiculously tight, moaning into you, wanting to work you up more and more and then hear you beg, more and more. Your fingers dig into the carpet, your entire body trembling while your thighs vibrate violently, toes curling hard enough to cramp your calves, you bleat, “Goro, baby, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode, you’re so fucking good, I-I can’t—-”

He rips the blindfold from your eyes, beaming into them as he watched your release break over you: screaming, not giving a fuck if anyone outside in the alley can hear you... and watching you not give a fuck, coming so hard that nothing else mattered... generously releasing yourself all over him...

He continues, slowly sucking your clit; sucking your obsession, your lust, your pining, your hopeless infatuation that you thought would go forever unanswered, right out of your womanhood, dripping down his irresistible mouth as he licked it all up, savoring every drop, groaning, thirsty for more.

You whimper, unable to speak, shaking, slowly floating back down to Earth like the last leaf of Fall.

You lie there, lethargic, a puddle of bliss. Majima reaches for his belt, not breaking eye contact. “Yo, Y/N-chan...”

You sit up to smooth the skirt of your dress, preparing to redress yourself, assuming he had somewhere to be, assuming this amazing evening was over.

“...Where in the hell do ya think yer goin’?” He hissed, “Take two fingers, I wanna watch ya fuck yer pretty self while I lose the rest of my threads...” without a second’s hesitation you instantly slip two fingers into yourself, working slowly, staring right into him, inviting him to take complete ownership, moaning softly, glistening all over again...

He glares, “...And now a third. Good girl.”

Finishing what you started, he pulls his belt completely apart, making quick work of his pants and remaining undergarments. He lunges forward, ripping your dress off of you in one smooth motion, tossing it over his shoulder aggressively in the opposite direction. Feral.

“You think fer one second that after just a slice of that ravishing body, I’m not gonna want the whole damn thing?” He strokes himself once, twice, and immediately stands at full, glorious girthy attention.

He kneels before you, placing each hand on your thighs, lowering his face just above your lap, pausing for a moment, as if to pray. Peppering your thighs and stomach with kisses and bites, he works his way up. Pulling your hand free, he sucks your fingers and replaces them with his own, groaning. He then takes a nipple into his mouth, kissing it, and then wraps a hand around your nape once again and a jolt of humidity and wetness zaps right to your cunt, coating his fingers, forcing a sweet, faint whine from his intoxicating lips.

He punctuates it, feverishly taking your lips again, tongues and teeth intermingling in the most carnal, desirous, all-encompassing kiss possible. It was perfect. He’s fucking perfect. You return the sentiment, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, wrapping both hands around this neck, pulling his mouth further into yours because it was all too much and not nearly enough, and all you wanted was to exist within this moment alone. You wanted to melt into the heat of your bodies and remain.

He pinched your chin between his index and thumb, bit it lightly and tilted your head down, meeting your eyes. “Watch me give you everything, Y/N-chan... I’m gonna get you off all over again...”

Your eyes roll back before you can catch them, shivering, “Give me all ya got, Goro-kun... make me yours.”

He brings his lips back to yours again and slips his tongue back into your mouth as if breathing heat directly into you. He pulls away abruptly, with a suck.

“That’s a good girl,” he moans as he rubs the tip of his throbbing cock in slow, deliberate circles at your entrance, allowing his eye to roll involuntarily for just a second as he spears you with his gaze. “Eyes on me, Y/N-chan....”

You’re weakening by the minute. He’s so fucking devastatingly sexy, appealing in every sense of the word... if you could overdose on him, you would.

He hooks an arm around your back, pressing his hand into your shoulder while the other holds you open, wider still... he breathes in sharply and slips just his head into you, glaring right into you, smirking. “God, ya look so fuckin’ good, achin’ for me...”

You cried, “More, Goro-kun...”

He chuckles darkly and slams into you, now grabbing under each of your knees, pushing them up to your chest and further apart, further seating himself within you as deeply as fucking possible.

He leans in again and captivates your mouth, pulling back, rearing and thrusting back into you fully, groaning as he feels you grip him like a warm, wet vise. He breaks your kiss and digs his teeth into your neck. “Mmmmm, Y/N-chan... yer so warm... I knew ya would be... god damn, why’d ya have to take so long to come to me?”

Your breath catches in your chest at the mere thought of him regarding you in any way sexually prior to this brazen night.

“Ohhh, Goro-kun, I love knowing that you think of me... uhhh...but wh-uhhh-why didn’t you—-”

He grasps a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back again, exposing your neck to his lips. He presses into you again and moans, “Because, Y/N-chan... I love that ya came to me on yer own. Yer so confident and sexy... yet totally unassumin’... it’s intoxicatin’...” he licks up your neck again and bites down, harder than before, somehow finding the spot that tases your entire body.

You fucking convulse. He sucks your neck mercilessly, now withdrawing and slamming into you viciously, over and over, setting a punishing pace for waiting so long to take what you want.

You plant each hand on his shoulders and push him down, provoking him to pound into you harder, faster... wanting to get fucked raw enough to bleed.

He growls and leans into you again and you grab his face, nipping at his pillowy bottom lip, sucking, inhaling him... pushing him away. You grab his face again with both hands and tilt your forehead against his. “Goro, take a seat. I want to go back to the start of this. I want to make ya feel good.”

A stunned look peeled across his face, “Baby, you do... but hey, I can’t wait ta see what ya got planned...”

He stands, pulling you to your feet as you turn on your ankle and push him into the booth. You giggle and drop to your knees, once again spreading his apart, ghosting up his inner thighs, relishing everything.

You slink your tongue out along his shaft, taking every inch of him into your mouth, little by little. His legs tighten beneath you as he slips his fingers through your hair, twisting. “Mmmm, Y/N-chan... kimochi-ii...”

You look up at him with your lips hugging the tip of his cock. You lick it and sigh, “Keep talking like that and I’ll finish you off right here, right now, Goro-chan...”

He runs a finger along your face and shudders as your mouth keeps working every bit of magic, pulling him closer to the edge. “Y/N-chan, yer incredible...”

You’re starting to ache, wanting to ride him to the blissful end, unable to shake the urge. You stand before him, taking your fingertips to your mouth and bringing them back between your thighs. His eye widens further.

As you return your hand to yourself while continuing to take his every inch deeper and deeper into your mouth, you feel the tell-tale twitch of pre-release begin to rumble from his core. You immediately rise to your feet while digging your nails into his thighs, gradually letting every last inch of him slide past the flat of your tongue on your way up.

He watches you unblinkingly, musing, “Y/N-chan, yer a fuckin’ goddess...”

You grab his shoulder as he instinctively grips your hip, hopping onto his lap, placing your wet heat just against him, leaning in to reunite your lips as you guide his tip to your sweet, weeping slit. You sigh, deepening the kiss as you impale yourself on him, both of you groaning at the complete sensation.

You lean back, gripping just above his knees as you gyrate slowly, watching him fight the urge to roll his head back against the seat. He fans his fingers along your sides, tightly grasping you as he meets your motions with a starved twitch in his hips.

“Y/N-chan, ya know just what yer doin’...” You smirk, rubbing your nipples again as he watches you ride him, a look of admiration on his face. He grabs your neck and pumps into you harshly, stilling you for a moment to let you know just how incredible you feel.

Just as your ever flexing thighs begin to seize, he wraps both of his hands around your neck, sealing your lips together as he stands, still within you, slamming you onto the seat as he latches his mouth at the crook of your neck, reclaiming you with a voracious rhythm.

He sucks a violent kiss from you as he pulls away growling just beneath your ear. “God damn, I’m about ta fill ya up.”

You fill your fingers with the smooth locks of his hair, yanking him in more closely than possible as you whisper, “I want every drop. Leave me dripping.”

He stifles a moan, sinking his teeth so deeply into your shoulder, you feel your skin ripping beneath his teeth. He pounds two, three more strokes into you before pinning you by your shoulders, filling you completely while still sucking your neck.

He rolls onto his side, pulling you on top of him and cradling your face against his chest, twirling your hair, sighing contently.

“Y’know, I’ve thought aboutchya, alone, many times. The thing about you is I could daydream about gettin’ ya all to myself and no matter how wild my ideas of ya are, I still knew all along that the reality of havin’ ya would be ten times better than my darkest fantasies...”

God, what a sexy thing to say. But suddenly the reality of everything that just transpired between the two of you comes bubbling to the surface. You try not to grow too defensive, but in order to protect your expectations and thus your tender heart, you bristle ever so slightly.

“I assumed you had a woman, or a number of them and/or I figured that all the girls here probably vie for your attentions and that you’re plenty satiated... I don’t know...”

“Wrong, Y/N-chan. I got no one at home and all a’ the other girls are like younger siblings to me... like if our parents had me an’ then a litter a’ Trust-Me babies a decade later, ya know? They’re my lil’ sisters, I look out for ‘em and at the end of the day, we all make a comfortable livin’. There ain’t nothin’ like that from my side of things... until you came along.”

Your face burns and you find yourself more grateful for the dim lighting now than ever.

“Mmmm... Well, you hid it well. It never occurred to me.”

“And how would it? I knew you’d come around, so I sat back and watched, on the edge a’ my seat.”

“Was I so obvious?”

“Nah, but I could feel it whenever I was near ya. And I’d catch ya starin’... And I knew if I made a move on ya, I wouldn’t be rebuffed... but it was too fun watchin’ ya all hot n’ bothered all the time.”

Frustration aside, you can’t help but laugh. “That’s what I love about ya, Goro-kun. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

You bring yourself closer to him as he meets you, kissing your lips softly, urgently, subtly letting you know that you matter to him.

He takes in a deep breath and sighs, long and pained. “Y/N-chan, you could be the death a’ me.”

“I’m not like that. I’d be so good to you, Goro... but I understand if you think we shouldn’t do this.” You wilt, knowing it’s a very real complication, forcing yourself to be an adult and accept it... and wanting to crumble. You always know better, but you act on impulse anyway. It’s part of your charm even if you’re the one paying the price in the end.

“Ne, that’s not at all what I’m sayin’. I just know now I won’t be able ta keep my hands off of ya!”

You giggle, a wave of relief washes over you as you peck his lips again, pulling away to kiss the tip of his nose, his cheekbones and his forehead. He sits up, reciprocating your affections as he begins gathering his clothes.

“Wanna get somethin’ ta eat? I’m famished.”

“I would.” You smile, slipping back into your dress.

He slides his arms back into his shirt, loosely tucking it into his pants. “Whatever ya want. I did wanna ask ya to dinner anyway so hey, now’s the perfect time.” He chuckles, pulling his pants up, fixing his belt.

“You’re the best, Goro-chan.” You giggle, putting your shoes on, realizing you still haven’t located the last of your effects.

“Ready, Y/N-chan? I got just the place.” He beams, heading for the door.

“Hmm, just a sec... I believe I’m missing something...”

He smirks so slyly, you feel a balmy rush between your legs as you slowly stride towards him.

He cocks his head to the side playfully, hooking his index finger into his pocket, pulling barely an inch of lace into view from its deep confines. “Uh-uh, these are mine... and everything on ‘em.” He leans against the door, motioning for you to walk before him.

You grin, grabbing his hips, cupping him and and breathing against the nape of his neck. “I’ll take care of dessert, then.”

He squeezes your waist, brushing the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, escorting you out the door.

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This was my first Majific, wrote it a few months ago while grinding out the cabaret missions in Y0. Glad I finally got around to tweaking it for upload 😏💦 taking requests if ya got em! ARIGATŌGOZAIMASU

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