Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Birthday (NSFW)

Why would anybody want a guy like him? For all he'd been through with the failed hit and Shimano. All that was etched in his memory was the pain he was in, his oozing eye, the chains, the damp cold of the Hole.
What if he failed you too?
Not only that, but a years worth of darkness is enough to ruin anybodies immune system and their skin, as is being unable to brush your teeth or wash over that time. His beard hid ugly scars, as did the tattoo across half of his body. He was getting older, too.
"Hey."
Your voice snapped out of his deprecation, drawn straight back to you by your fingers grazing over his mouth. He dropped his jaw when you kissed his mouth with those luscious lips, lost again in your beautiful gaze. Pecking the tip of his hooked nose, he scrunched it up in response. Especially when you nuzzled him.
"I love you."
"I... Love you too," he replied lowly, heart swelling as he said it. He meant it. He really fucking meant it. But he couldn't understand why you said it to him.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Will you be okay?"
"I'll manage."

Seems you were really full of kisses today. His skin pricked nicely beneath his fingers when he felt where you'd touched him. Ten minutes passed and he decided a stroll might sort his head out. Sitting in bed wasn't helping anything.
Throwing on a t shirt and sunglasses, he slipped his feet into his shoes and took his smokes from the vanity. Rapping on the bathroom door as he went past, the lock clicked and you poked your head out between the gap.
"Don't miss me. I'm goin' fer a smoke."
"Whaaaat?" you whined, pouting up at him. He sniggered in response, leaning on the door frame with his eyebrows raised.
"I ain't disappearin', Lady. Sheesh."
"Don't run off," you whispered, peeking at his lips as you leant up closer in your towel, letting the door swing open to accommodate your damp body. "Pleaaaasseee..." Bending to your height, he planted a passionate one on your mouth.
"I ain't goin' anywhere. I'll be ten minutes. I promise."
The mood changed when you placed your palms on his stomach, feeling up his chest and playing with his collar.
"Mmm... But... Well... That's ten minutes I could be spending fucking you," you said lowly, looking down before finding the courage to look him in the eye.
"OHH, ho ho ho," it clicked. "That's it, is it? Why didn't'cha say so?"
Pushing a cigarette between his lips, he wandered away from you with a lustful grin. "I'll be five then, if that's the case."
"I'm not joking, Majima," you teased, holding your hands against your hips. "You better gimme some serious sugar when you come back."
He smirked the entirety of his smoke break, whilst you got ready.

After he got back and dropped some stuff, he pulled his t shirt off straight away, discarding it as he kicked his shoes off. It was light now, enough for you to see one another clearly. He sat on the edge of the bed, glancing over when the bathroom door opened. There was a pause, filled by shuffling.
"Whaddaya waitin' for, Darlin'? I got yer sugar right here on my lap."
Squealing, you covered your face in embarrassment. He patted his thigh, trying to coax you over with a longing gaze.
"Close your eye."
"Eh?!" he spat, confused. "I've seen ya a million times before. Getcha ass out here!"
"Just do it! I'm nervous you might not like it."
"Yer nervous 'bout a damn thing like that?" he muttered smugly.
"Eye. Shut."
Sighing loudly, he lay back on the bed with his forearms across his eyes. Checking he wasn't cheating, you crept over, straddling his hips on the bed. Your weight on his abdomen made him groan happily, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Can I see yet?"
"NOOO!! No, no!" you squealed, rushing to prevent him seeing as quick as you can.
"Eeeehhh... Whyyy?? I want to."
His hands slid up your thighs, trying to feel for what you could be hiding.
"Not yet," you giggled, descending on his mouth. He reciprocated your affection, gripping your hips with a sharp inhale to stall your slight grinding. He knew you wanted it too.
Taking in your scent, you bashed noses trying to lock lips, his grin making you giggly when he missed.
"Alright... You can look," you whispered coquettishly, kissing his mouth again with a simper.
"God, yer fulla kisses today."
Holding his breath, he couldn't help but mumble incoherently. You were dressed in black, lacey lingerie, with sheer stockings.
"Damn," he grunted. "This whatcha been hidin'?"
You felt sexy all of a sudden, smiling back at him despite feeling a little uneasy.
"So... You like it?"
"Fuck yeah," he groaned, feeling along the hem of your lace thong with his palms, sliding them along the curves of your hips. "Course I do."
Suddenly, he got grabby hands, trying to pull you round how he wanted.
"Hey... Sugar first," you demanded, tilting your head to lock lips with him beneath you.
Lazily palming your thighs and ass, he groaned raspily whilst you rode him over his clothes, mouths assaulting one another when you weren't huffing and sighing. There was a large bulge in his pants now, but you were determined to give him as much pleasure as he deserved. Continuing to grind as you slunk your hair back, you took his hands and placed them over your breasts for him to cup and hold. Biting your lip, you leant over to kiss him deeply, sticking your tongue out to touch his.
He was slow massaging your heavy mounds over the silk bra, marvelling at how they spilled out so perfectly and bounced slightly, grazing over his chest occasionally. When he grasped them, they were so soft and plump, like putty in his palms. Humming contently, a hand pulled the cup down to expose your breast. The cool air hit your nipple, hardening it slightly.
"God, I love these fuckin' tits," he slurred, gesturing for you to lean forward a little in order to take it into his mouth. The stiff nub went puffy in the warm cavern of his mouth, causing you to coo gently. Running his tongue over it, his lips popped off several times until he bit lightly, causing a wave of pleasure to coarse through you. Bucking your hips in response, he took it as his chance to unleash the other one, swollen already beneath his fingers. Twirling and twisting it, you were getting a little louder now, breath running away with you. Kneeling back up, you pulled his joggers down enough to reveal his juicy length.
"Eeek, you're always so big," you said breathily, sticking your ass in the air in order to bend enough to reach the goods. He groaned when you pulled on his stowaway, massaging his shaft gently to feel how big his cock was in your hand.
You backed up a little, pushing your hair back and making eye contact as you took the tip in your mouth, kissing his sensitive end.
"Fuuuck," he moaned, leaning right back to breathe deeply. He was flushing dusty pink all over, relishing in the angelic feeling of your lips around his dick.
Swooping down again, you couldn't help but moan as you bobbed your head, spit sounds turning him on even more. He groaned and sighed, sitting up a little to scrape hands in your hair, your gentle treatment of him beyond sexy. The way you were licking stripes up the side and taking him down to the hilt. Working his shaft with your hands and sucking the top when you weren't deep throating him. God, if you didn't stop, he'd bust in your mouth.
"Uhhhgggnn, Babe... Babe, I'm gonna..." he could barely warn you. Taking it out of your soft cavern, you jacked him off with your hand but kept your face nearby, gasping when he blew his pearly load all over your face and tits.
He was in bliss, cock spasming as you crawled over him to tease him some more.
"Was that good?" you asked, licking him up off your fingers.
Pushing you to the side, he was rough, pinning you to the mattress.
"C'mere ya li'l minx."
Wrapping your smooth, shaven legs around his waist, he decided in his wisdom to lick himself off you as you made out, his warm tongue dragging across your skin sending you feral.
"These nipples look nice," he teased, tracking hands slowly up your stomach to brush his thumbs over the stiff buds. Bending over, he showered you with featherlight pecks, making his way down your neck. You couldn't keep your hands off his muscular arms, or his toned chest. Fingers ran through his hair and attempted to impatiently push him down where you wanted, but every time you did that he simply came back up and worked on an erect nipple with his tongue. Getting needy himself, he continued his trail of lust right down over your pubis, almost coming lip to lip with his favourite area. Your knickers presented an embarrassing wet patch to him, which he used to pinpoint where to place pressure with his hand.
"Stay there and let me lap up this cute pussy," he grinned, pulling them to the side and beginning to lick before you were fully ready. You were so fucking wet and tasty, there was no way you were going to last long. Savouring your taste on his tongue, your juices were beginning to drip down your crack and onto the mattress, cunt flushing a rosy red under his mouth.
The display coupled with your horny moans was making him leak precum, his stomach pulling taut and seeking another release.
"Ugghhnn, c'mon Baby, cum for me," he rasped, your ass and thighs clenching at the sound of his voice. "God, cream already, woman. I ain't gonna stand a chance in this."
Adding some fingers, there was no need for any delicate stretching. You were absolutely pounded, his knuckles 100% bruising you as they slapped against your moist cunt. Moans pitched and grew closer, his encouragement turning to begging against your clit when he sucked it between his teeth. Your nails were dragging along his neck and shoulders, begging for him to tip you over the edge and induce a cascade of bliss.
At last, it happened. You groaned, crying out for him to ease up since you were so sensitive. Tingling and stinging together, it was the perfect combination as you came down.
He swung his legs off the bed to stand up, positioning you roughly how he wanted on your front.
Breathing in, you relaxed on the mattress, arching your back like a kitty. Playing with the leg strap first, your underwear was pulled down over your thighs, the man instructing you to step out of them. Gently lining himself up, you yelped when he pinged your hold up against your thigh, the stinging sensation fizzing out to an ache as the skin went pink bemeath. He was slow and steady to begin with, the wispy moans he was gently rocking out of you to die for until they progressed to loud, desperate wailing for him to fuck you harder. As much as he wanted to hold back and drag it out, banging you so hard it hurt was where his orgasm was at right now. As his motivation and reason for being in the mood at any given time, he just wanted to fuck you to the point of incoherent begging.
Clapping your hold up at the front this time, the sting sent shivers up your spine.
"Stop yer whinin'."
"Fuck... No. What will you do about it?"
"Fuck ya slower," he retaliated, pulling your hair back so he could talk near your face. "Or I might eat ya up, who knows?"
Pulling out and flipping you over onto your back, you cried when his dick slid along your soaking folds, instead of inside of you.
Bringing your hips closer with nothing less than a glance from his half lidded eye, you murmured praise as he sheathed himself back inside of you and banged for his life. Tearing down his arms with your nails, the sharp pain caused him to hiss and go harder, as if that was even possible. Breasts bounced all over, your face contorting lustfully. He loved seeing you like this. The way he made your mouth hang open with an occasional smile, the way you shut your eyes to really feel the moment, your legs wrapping tighter round his body when he really drilled you.
Dipping down to suck and kiss your neck, he sunk his teeth into your flesh to mark you up as his. Clinging onto his neck and head with nails out again, you noticed he changed pace a little, grunting lowly as he neared his peak. The mobster wrenched your arms from his body and pinned them above your head, startling you. Within a few seconds he'd burst, spewing his hot seed inside of you with a shout.
He rode the wave, your tell tale noises indicating you were close now, too. Huffing and grunting, he thrust as long as he could before finishing you off with his long fingers.

After a naughty morning, the pair of you finally set out. He was a little distant at first, letting you drag him round by the hand to see all the shitty sights he'd seen before. The bridge, the river, the clubs...
Everyone looked like they were out to get him. Like they were the long dead Sagawa's spies or his ex-wife, Mirei. Holding your hand, he was neutral in your selfies, smiling a little but not a lot or kissing your cheek in frame to avoid having his picture taken in this place.
"Are you hungry?" you asked, rubbing his stomach as you gazed up at him lovingly.
"Guess so. Whaddaya thinkin'?"
"You choose."
He couldn't take his eye off you, the way you were grinning and gazing up at him. It made him feel warm inside his tummy, when it wasn't fluttering around you.
You ended up in a ramen joint, arguing over who was paying and play fighting. Thankfully, the cashier accepted your money instead of his, even adding a birthday discount despite him begging you not to harp on about it.
Sitting at the conveyor belt, you were silent as you tucked into your meals, save for some smiles and giggles. Leaving full of ramen, you decided to hit the arcade together.
It was quiet, save for a few students. Leaning over you, he stretched his arm around your head to watch you play whilst feeling as if he was protecting you. The games were all shitty new titles neither of you had heard of, but it was cute to share the joystick and encourage one another with kisses. After spending an hour playing games, all you wanted to do was go and nap together.
"C'mon, Hon," he urged, trying to pull you away from this hell hole.

Back at the hotel, you decided to watch TV together. Taking the DVD you bought him, he stuck it into the TV and played it, keeping the volume low enough so he didn't disturb you.
It opened in Japanese, with English subtitles. He was glad for it, not knowing enough English to translate a whole film, despite English being your first language.
It was a terrible B movie, which he was certain he had seen before. Relaxing on the bed, he lay back against the headboard to try and take his mind off things, sighing heavily.
You fell asleep pretty quickly, serene and calm against him. He sighed, simply watching you sleep. All of his film choices made you nod off when you weren't too scared. They were so terribly boring.
You'd put so much effort in to make it nice, and he'd been kinda flat and grumpy. Whilst he felt he owed you an explanation, he didn't want to tell you about the old days. You didn't need to know.
Majima couldn't help himself now, raking his fingers through your hair and holding your head in his palm. You were so patient and gentle, he honestly couldn't imagine having anybody else.

The film was long and boring, but he liked it. The costumes were terrible, and the acting was even worse. This one featured a female samurai, who combed the land looking for the monster who killed her lover. The monster was a hannya, similar to the one in his dream from earlier in the day. It even wore a silken gown, tied at the waist. Later, the beast was revealed to be a vengeful, jealous woman who turned wretched and bitter at the very sight of happy couples.
After being bested in a fight, the monster yielded, promising to leave the souls of lost lovers and couples alone from now on.
Majima thought the sentiment was weird, but he kinda liked it. It represented him in some weird way he couldn't explain.
Scratching your scalp, it woke you gently with a big yawn.
"Hey, Sleepin' Beauty," he mumbled, chuckling as you sat up. Your hair was all over, sticking up from such a decent nap.

He was so happy he spent the day with you. Maybe he just needed to make new birthday memories so he didn't dread it each year.