Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Frisk NSFW

Thinking back to my alphabet hcs like "Majima would never have sex in public"

Maybe the streets really are the place to get your freak on 😂💦
Either way I've contradicted myself and will go back and change it lmao.

It's always real husband hours because Majima deserved better🥺
Goes a bit crack-fic at the end tho... Full on substory energy.

Also I actually don't think he had an office in Millennium Tower at this time but oh well. 🤷‍♀️

Seriously tho I need to improve my writing the quality is dropping. This is a bit wishy washy 😩

Spending time in your husband's office was something you did most of these days. What with your sons being older and able to take themselves to school, it gave you more time to do other things. Nishida really appreciated your help with mere tasks such as filing and tidying. You were bent over, grabbing some papers when something cold traced up the inside of your thigh. The temperature shocked you, until you heard the dopey, lilted hum from the baton's wielder as it dragged up your bare skin, hitching your skirt up a little with the end. Turning round, you were surprised to see a police officer, gasping.
"Ohh, Majima! You scared me!" you giggled, almost dropping his important paperwork.
"Hmmm, d'ya like it?!"
"Where did you get that?"
"Why does it matter? I gotta guard Millennium Tower at all costs, what with you up here and everythin'."
"You aren't after poor Kiryu-san again, are you?! You've beat him black and blue already."
"Haw? Why does that matt- Bend yer ass back over, yer've broke the law!"
He was a little forceful as he pushed you back onto the desk by the nape of your neck, smushing your face into papers.
"How did I break the law?" you asked softly, with a touch of smutty resistance in your voice despite the slight muffle. He looked round the room, searching for a problem before just making one up.
"Ya cleaned up. Millennium Tower has a maid, y'know. That's a crime. Now, spread 'em. I gotta 'cop' a feel to make sure y'ain't got anythin' on ya y'shouldn't."
Sighing, you put your arms up behind your head to allow him some room with a smirk.
"Ah ah ah," he lulled, pulling you down by the wrists with a surprising tenderness. He could be gentle, he just chose not to be. "Can't have ya standin' like that. Might hurt yerself."
Each arm was wrenched backwards and lay across your back parallel to one another.
Then you heard the slap of cuffs.
Panic.
"M-Majima-!" you huffed, voice a tad ragged. "What if someone walks in?!" you hissed behind gritted teeth.
"The door's locked, quit whinin' and enjoy it."
Pushing you back down forcibly, so your ass was right in the air, you sighed at how embarrassing this was.
"You planned this all along, you snake," you cried.
"Sure, sure. Shut ya trap and lemme feel these legs."
Crouching down, the man begun at your left ankle, travelling upwards and barely stroking your skin with his hands.
"You're a dirty copper. Maybe I shouldn't comply. Will that ruin your fun?"
Slapping the back of your thigh, you yelped, jumping at the familiar sting.
"Thought I told ya to spread 'em. Or d'ya fancy goin' back to the slammer, Love?" Majima was so rough with you sometimes, but his voice wasn't. "Awright, get yer legs down 'n' stop squirmin'. I ain't got all day."
With a quick tug of his cap, his hands were extra feely now as they frisked you, your legs apart. Your other leg became the centre of attention, his fingers touching you extra delicately as they worked their way up over your soft skin. He found your thigh, slowing down his stroke and choking back a growl. Bringing your skirt up, once he found your ass cheeks he got particularly excited. Taking the baton, he lifted a cheek up, watching as it moulded to the end of the cylindrical bat.
"Yer hidin' a lotta ass here... Why didn't ya declare it to a police officer, huh?"
"I... Forgot I had it."
Feeling along the hem of your panties, your skin was so soft and pillowy beneath the lacey leg loop.
"Forgot ya had this, eh? Can't have that happenin' again, can we?"
Humming maliciously, he crouched down and smoothed a patch out just below your ass. His lips were tender against your flesh, teeth occasionally nipping at the area as he kissed and sucked a deep lovebite.
"You're...!" you gasped, frustrated you were unable to move your arms. He always made you feel so good. "Such a bent cop...!"
Majima started pinching your cheeks just enough to change their colour and jiggle them all over, before returning to his full height behind you.
You were quivering a little, terrified for what would happen if someone walked in. He said he'd locked the door and you had every reason to trust him, but there was always a gnawing doubt in your mind.
Plus, Majima had magic fingers that knew how to work you just right 'til you were a mewling mess. This could end up horribly. Your thoughts were interrupted by his hand at your throat, trying to pull you up.
"Geddup. On yer feet."
You complied, despite the fact your ass was hanging right out beneath your bunched skirt. Guiding you away from the desk, you were left to stand there as he returned to the desk, leaning on it.
"Stay there like a good girl, lemme get a good look atcha."
"See something you like, Officer?" you teased, biting your lip. "Get me out of these cuffs and maybe I'll show it to you."
Jiggling your chest, it was difficult not to wipe the smirk from your mouth. Approaching you with a serious look on his face, you continued to make eye contact. Bringing his hands up, he cupped your breasts over your blouse.
"Ya mean these?"
His fingers went for your buttons, undoing one or two so your rack was on display. Dipping inside your bra, you knew exactly what he was going for. Of course, he found it.
"Is this... A keycard?"
"Oh," you mused. "I have no idea what that is, Officer."
Tucking his fingers under your chin, he tilted your face up, getting right close to you.
"Lyin' ain't becomin' of ya, Sweetheart. Why was it stuffed in there, huh?"
"I'm not telling you a damn thing."
"I think someone wants a slap of the baton again."
You squealed as he took you by your bonds, pushing you down onto the sofa this time, so your ass was up in the air.
"I can't tell you, Officer. My husband will kill me."
Tracing a shape along your cheek, it filled you with lustful anticipation bubbling at your core. Looking at the weapon in his hand, he turned it round, wondering if the leather strap would give you enough feeling.
The yelp that left your throat, followed by a kitten-like mewl... It was wondrous. Perhaps Majima had found a new way to tease you. The way you were wriggling around to try and absorb the sting told him all he needed to know. "He's in a gang, y'know. Much more interesting than being a dumb police officer."
Wiggling your ass, he took that as an invitation, lining up his strike again.
"OH, so yer a mob wife, are ya? Must be hot property then."
He got you harder this time, grimacing as he struck you, sometimes hitting you twice in succession.
Your noises were more gaspy now, but you were getting louder which was totally satisfying his ego.
"My husband still spanks me harder," you taunted.
Your stomach was pulling taut, thighs pressing together, back arching. You seemed to be getting off on this more then he was. Smirking, he hung round for your other cheek, desperate to turn it pink.
"What's the card for?"
"I don't know."
"If I get these cuffs off ya, will ya tell me?"
"Maybe."
Another spank on your already bruising cheek.
You mewled long and loud, pressing your hot face against the cool leather of the couch.
Time to change tactics. Taking the hard end of the baton, he slowly inched it between your legs, stroking back and forth. You were already wet, the cold metal getting some dampness on it.
"C'mon, girl. Tell me and maybe I can lighten yer sentence."
Everytime he moved the baton, it didn't quite reach the places you wanted, with the pressure you needed. It was getting difficult not to ride the baton itself, or moan uncontrollably.
"Maybe we can work out a little deal. I'll even leave yer man alone." The pole moved a little closer to your front. "Whaddaya say? Like the sound of a little deal?" Nudging your clit through the sheer fabric, you bucked on the end of the metal cylinder. He chuckled, biting his lip. "I'll take that as a fuck yes."
Turning you over so you were sat properly on the couch, his smooth kisses tracing down along your neck and throat were dizzying. Along with the baton sliding between your thighs, but not quite between your legs, was sending you absolutely feral. You melted right into his touch. Once he found his way down a little, a leg came up to rest on his shoulder.
"You shouldn't be... Kissing me on the job, y'know, Officer."
"Thought we were workin' ourselves out a deal."
He went for your hips, pulling them forward before eyeing his favourite spot between your legs. He was about to devour you when something started vibrating on his person.
"Kiryu-chan?" He smiled fiendishly, brushing himself off and trying to get you up off the settee. "We can work out this deal later."
"What?" you mouthed, angry he was leaving you horny like this.
"C'mon, we'll miss him!"
You were dragged along, trying to stall him so you could at least dress yourself appropriately. He yanked your pants up and pulled your skirt down to cover you before leading you outside his office to meet Kiryu. Thankfully, the lift ride was just long enough for him to redo your buttons and fix your hair, but you were still going to kill him when this was over.

Pulling you outside, you fought him back, squirming in his grip.
"Goro, you always go too far-!"
"It'll be fun, I gotta give Kiryu-chan a reason to fight me. He never comes by with weapons anymore."
"You're unhinged! Why do I have to act as your stupid prisoner-?! I only played along with you before because-!"
"Shh, just keep quiet and be good, won't ya? When we're done here we'll go back inside and finish where we left off." Patting you on the head playfully, you were about to give him another mouthful when you we being dragged along again. "There he is. He's noticed. C'mon, Doll. Ya better play along."

Stopping in front of Kiryu, you looked distressed. It was more because you had been plucked from your risky happy place than because of this silly game, but you supposed that the quicker it was over, the quicker you could ride Officer Majima's face on the store room floor.
"Stop in the name of the law, Kiryu-chan!"
"Hmm...? Oh, its Officer Majima." Getting a closer look, he noticed a woman wriggling in his grip, begging to be let go.
"What the hell is he doing?"
Approaching, Kiryu was his usual, stoic self.
"Majima-san, what are you doing?"
"This fake copper came and cuffed me for absolutely no reason! I've done nothing wrong. You should beat him the fuck up. No cap."
"Haw? That ain't what I told ya to- Whatever, yer here now, Kiryu-chan!"

He lost the fight, and you weren't very sympathetic towards him at all as he scurried off with you in tow.

Hours later, Kiryu was wandering when he saw the mysterious lady from before, sat outside a police station. Your arms were still behind your back, wrists bonded. Approaching you, he was calm and sweet, sitting beside you.
"You're the lady from outside Millennium Tower. Did Maj- that officer really leave you in cuffs?"
"Yeah. He's off looking for a master key, apparently. He's been gone ages and I'm fed up of chasing him," you said, sitting with one leg over the other.
Presenting a small key to you, you were surprised.
"He dropped this during our fight. I was actually looking for him to give it back, but... I suppose they could be for these cuffs."
The younger man helped you up by your elbow, twisting the key in the lock and gently releasing you.
Once you were freed, you threw yourself straight at Kiryu, wrapping your arms around his middle.
Before Kazuma could react, a pained scream took his attention away from you.
"Kiryu-chan? How could you?"
You turned to scowl down at your husband, who was obviously jealous of your interaction with the ex-convict right now. He clocked the yakuza's reaction, unwilling to show back any affection until he found out who you were.
You placed your fists on your hips, staring up the Mad Dog. The Dragon had never seen his companion look afraid. Of anything or anyone.
Watching him drop to his knees and pawing at your legs as he begged you for mercy was just loony.
"I told ya I was sorryyyy!" Majima whined, hanging his head low. "I didn't mean to distress ya, it just seemed like such a great way to lure out Kiryu-chan! I didn't think ya'd actually get stuck-!"
"Wait. Do you know Majima-san?"
"Do I know him?"
Doubled with the trouble he'd just gotten you into, that really hurt his case. The glare again. The older man couldn't take it.
"Don't look at me like that, Baby! The guy only got outta the clink two days ago! When was I supposed to tell him?"
Bowing, the white suited man stepped back a little.
"I'm sorry. I've just recently returned to the city after ten years. Majima-san is one of the only people who has greeted me back. I... Don't think that part is his fault-" The penny dropped. "Wait. Tell me what?" There was a silence. "Did something happen?"

"You married Majima-san?!"
"Don't think for a second 'cause I got a girl, it's gonna stop me keepin' my eye on ya, tho-!"
"Give the guy a break. Maybe, you could come home once in a while."
"Ugghhh... She's spoken. I'll leave ya alone for a bit."

Kiryu couldn't help but laugh. Majima being scared of his wife was utter madness, but it gave him character. He supposed he was just happy the guy found someone. He could tell Majima was a good guy at heart.

"Why did you cuff Y/N in the first place?"

He wished he'd never asked the question to such a shameless fool.

[Sub story completed noise]

😂😂😂😂😂 Majima would teeeeellll