Goro Majima x Rival Club Hostess reader
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Smut with plot / one-shot
Summary : *Yakuza 0* Goro Majima, the manager of club Sunshine rising in popularity. Rivaling the club you work at becomes bothersome, but you soon discover there’s more that meets the eye. Your curiosity leads you to discover he’s going through issues of his own behind the scenes. Following him home your prying answers from him remain cryptic, but you got more than what you were hoping for.
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Wc : 2.5k
Kinda rushed, I didn’t want this to be too long
(Cred to the artist I couldn’t find the tag)
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The first time you met Goro Majima, He was stealing your customers.
Standing outside the club you worked at with a grin on his face, talking to every salaryman that came too close to the brightly lit entryway.
"That place?" He'd say, jerking a thumb towards the club "Nah heard the drinks are watered down."
The drinks were of quality (mostly), but just who the hell is this eyepatch-wearing fool warding off customers?
You stepped off the floor before your manager could stop you.
"Business must be real slow if you've got time to stand out here spreading lies."
Majima turned.
For a second, he just stared.
Not just because you were beautiful.
Well. Maybe partially because of that.
Mostly because you were the first person all night who had the guts to talk back to him.
"Oho?"
His grin widened
"You got a mouth on ya."
The customers awkwardly slipped away while the two of you stared each other down.
You should've gone back to your table.
Instead, you stayed and argued.
Trading insults about each others clubs and how they were run.
And by the time five minutes passed, neither of you remembered what the argument was even about.
Everything had cooled over, you returned to the inside of the club for the remainder of the night.
Majima returning to the steets of Sotenbori.
Your mind couldn’t help drifting to the encounter as you laughed at your customers drunken jokes.
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Somehow, he managed to waltz by the club like it was some coincidence almost every night.
It became his thing.
Little did you know then, he was basically a prisoner in this city.
Made sense why he had nowhere better to be.
A week later
Majima keeps coming up with excuses as to why he's around.
"You keeping tabs on me?"
You didn't look up from counting receipts.
Majima was leaning against the doorway of the hostess waiting room.
"Nah"
"You're here almost every night."
"Not sure what you mean, doll."
"It's been three nights in a row now."
You ignored the term of endearment. Getting called all sorts of things by customers constantly, it slips past your radar.
"Funny how life works eh?"
You sighed.
A week ago, his presence would've irritated you. Now it was almost routine.
"Haven't you got your own club to run?"
"So?"
He shrugged
Your eyes narrowed.
"You are unbelievably irresponsible."
The annoying thing is every time he dropped by, he sounded pleased by the fact he was getting under your skin.
Like this was the best part of his day.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Why are you askin'?"
"Cause you're smiling."
"Maybe cause I like lookin' at ya."
You went silent as you felt your heart betray you.
Your pen stopped moving.
Majima immediately looked like he succeeded some mission he set himself to without your knowing.
You then looked away flustered
that was answer enough.
The fun part is that only after a week, everyone else notices before you do.
The other girls say :
"Your boyfriend is here"
"He's not my...you know what, whatever."
"Then why is he waiting outside for you?"
"Because he's persistent"
"Uh-huh"
Meanwhile back at club sunshine, everyone's asking Majima why he's suddenly spending so much time near a rival club.
And he has not a single excuse that doesn't make him sound interested.
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Next time you spotted the loud mouthed man with a hard to not recognize eyepatch, he was in some sort of conflict.
He hadn't noticed you yet. Good.
Something felt wrong, he wasn't performing like he usually does.
Just standing there with a ciggarette between his fingers, staring towards the end of the street.
Following his eye, you noticed them.
Two men.
Watching.
Not some passerby, no this was intentional.
The realization made your stomach tighten with an unfamiliar feeling. Then one of the men shifted.
Majima shifted too.
Just enough for you to notice.
He knew they were there, had known the entire time.
And suddenly he looked like a different person
Whatever act Majima had been putting on around you, had slipped.
In his place stood someone who seemed perfectly comfortable with violence.
Someone who had survived things you couldn't even begin to guess.
The expression only lasted so long, Then Majima noticed you.
And immediately grinned.
"Oh? Fancy seeing ya here"
And just like that.
The mask slipped back into place.
But now you've seen underneath it.
And there was no forgetting.
"Just what was that?" Your voice cut through.
Majima walked off seeing if you'd follow.
Hands shoved into his pockets.
Smile still there.
Though now that you'd seen the other expression, it was hard to tell if this was another front.
"Hey you didn't answer me, what the hell was that?"
You stared at him looking over his tied back hair.
"The two men."
"Which ones? there's too many men in this city to keep track"
"The ones watching you closely"
"Maybe they thought I was handsome"
"They looked like they were going to kill you given the order"
"Yeah? Must've changed their minds."
You halted.
Majima continued another few steps before realizing you weren't following.
Turning, he found you standing beneath the glow of a streetlamp.
Arms crossed. Cute.
But his smile still faded slightly,
"You always this stubborn?"
"You keep dodging my question."
The chill of the air in Sotenbori gave you goosebumps under your coat, still wearing your revealing dress from your earlier shift.
For the first time you saw a crack in Majima.
He looked away first.
Thinking of what to say
"You don't gotta worry about it."
The answer irritated you.
"Who said I was worried?"
His eye slid back toward yours. That serious look again, there it was.
"Right."
You hated how easily he called your bluff.
"Keep it a secret then."
"You're a real nosy one."
"I was going to find out eventually."
"Fair point"
To your surprise, a soft laugh escaped him.
Nothing like the dramatic cackling you were used to.
It caught you off guard
He noticed, course he did.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You got that look."
"Which look?"
"The one where you're realizin' I'm charming."
You pinched your nose so hard it almost hurt.
The tension evaporating.
"Don't push your luck."
"Oho? So there's luck to push?"
Before you could think better of it, you nudged his shoulder.
Not hard.
But enough to have him step back slightly.
Majima looked down at where your hand had landed.
Then back at you.
His usual annoying grin back when he's gotten a reaction out of you.
But something had changed.
Neither of you moved away immediately.
The sound of passing cars filling your ears, snapping you back to reality.
But the space between you two undeniable.
Majima stepped back first.
"Come on."
His voice lighter then before.
"Can't leave my favorite hostess out in the dark alone."
You watched him start walking and before your mind and body could sync, you were putting one foot in front of the other.
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Not long after...
"You keep saying not to worry about it." "Because you shouldn't." "And yet here we are."
Majima eventually gets tired of dodging.
"Fine. Wanna know? Then come somewhere we can actually talk."
He takes her back to his apartment because it's one of the few places he can drop the act for a little while.
You look around the small barely furnished place.
This wasn't home.
The was just 'for the meantime' kind of setup.
He notices you looking around and becomes strangely self-conscious
You lean waiting for an explanation.
He lights a ciggarette looking out the window.
Just to make sure.
"You don't want to get involved with people like me."
He was being contradictory.
He's been lurking in your space for days now.
"Those guys, their making sure I don't forget where I belong."
He's still looking out the window, taking short drags.
You decide not to push further for now.
Before you could turn to leave he was closer in a blink.
Grasping your wrist.
"Wanna drink?"
You looked down considering it.
Why not? plus you had nowhere to be for the rest of the night. Maybe you could get him to talk some more.
He pulls out two nicer than expected sake glasses out.
"Wanna do the honors?" He teased.
"Hah. You already know I do that just about all day."
He didn't expect her to, just wanted to hear her quick retort.
As he pours the sake, the cigarette still rests between his lips.
He puts it out before he pours the smooth liquid down his throat.
You also drink it in a flash
Another.
And another.
And before you know it, the two of you finish the bottle.
He's got his legs spread sitting on the floor beside you, as you two laugh about anything and everything.
You decide to try lifting his eyepatch the alcohol in your system giving you courage.
He doesn't notice you due to his peripheral vision being gone on that side.
He feels the brush of your fingers on his eyepatch, turning his head.
He grabs your wrist again.
"Yer persistent aren't you?"
"Just trying to see what's underneath."
He looks up to the ceiling then takes off the eyepatch.
You look over the permanently closed eye.
Then you almost impulsively try touching it before stopping yourself.
He notices "Go ahead."
When your fingers meet the thin skin of his eyelid they drag down to the sharp stubble growing back in on his jaw.
He looks down to your lips.
Not that he hasn't thought of this before, but it's still a surprise.
And when your lips meet yours you can taste the tobacco and sake on his tongue.
Not shortly after, you're straddling him, coat discarded and short, low cut dress along with it.
You fingers follow his tattoos across his chest all the way down his lower back.
"I'll make sure this is a night yer never gonna forget."
He speaks into your shoulder his pants already sitting with the rest of his discarded clothes.
You can see his hardened length through his briefs.
He unclips your bra, letting it slide down your arms before grabbing your warm breasts with his hands.
Then pulling you closer almost as to mold your bodies as one.
You could feel him twitch through the thin fabric of your panties, legs still resting on each side of him.
"Fuck.." The words escaped him breathlessly.
"Do ya really want this?" he was tipsy still, but not enough to make the wrong decisions.
And hell did he want this.
Tipsy or not.
You nod, your lips lowering to his neck peppering kisses down to his tattooed chest.
His fingers glide underneath your panties only to feel your folds wetter than he anticipated.
He lets out a low laugh trying not to tease you and ruin the moment.
You grind against his fingers for the slightest bit of friction.
He rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and you forget what you wanted to say.
His other hand reaches to your neck, wanting to see your expression as he slides his fingers inside your warm cunt.
You look back at his one intense brown eye, his eyepatch no longer protecting the other closed eye.
You let out soft moans, feeling him prepare you with his fingers.
As he slid one inside his eye stayed locked on yours. Watching as your face contorted in pleasure as he spread you open.
Another finger slid in.
You were grinding your hips against his fingers now as his thumb still circled your clit.
He stops only to slide your panties off and expose his length finally.
He was already leaking pre-cum, he laid you on his blanket to get an even better look at you.
Fully naked on his floor now, he slides his hardened length against your wet folds.
Teasing you until the bitter end.
You grow impaitent, in which he hoped.
You take things into you own hands, grabbing his shoulders to move him closer his tip sliding in.
He wraps his defined arms around you to pull you closer so he can go deeper.
Without warning he's balls deep.
You couldn't help but gasp.
"Wheres that smart mouth at now doll?"
You could hardly reply as he was stuffing you at an unforgivable pace.
Jesus.
He fucked like a dog.
"You-need mmph to--slow argh- down."
"What was that?"
"You weren't loud enough." He grins.
The room felt hotter, and the layer of sweat on both your bodies mixes with your natural scents within the tight space.
You could feel your heart bumping against your chest.
You find the strength to flip him over.
His brows lift in surprise, then lower in anticipation.
"Knew you had it in ya."
You wanted to tease him as much as he's been teasing you all this time.
You pushed him down needing support, feeling his heart bumping with the same fast paced rhythm as yours.
Your skin slapping echoed against his as you rode him with the same unforgivable pace.
You earn breathless needy groans in return.
His hands quickly land on your hips helping you out.
He wishes in this moment his apartment wasn't so bare, maybe a mirror so he could watch you watch yourself get lost in pleasure.
You feel him twitch again inside you, grinning as you don't relent even when it looks like he might cum any second now.
He holds back feeling his balls tighten, waiting to feel your slick walls clench tighter against him.
"Goddamn, ya don't even know what yer doin' to me"
"That face fuck, its makin' me lose it."
And when your legs shudder and he knows you're close, he pulls out before cumming deep inside you.
The man wasn't ready to be a father yet now.
You were glad he was at least responsible enough, have it your way you'd have taken every drop inside you.
He strokes himself a few times before cumming on your chest and stomach.
Without hesitation, his thumb finds your clit again to ensure you reached the same satisfying climax he did.
And when your legs tremble and you let out breathy moans, your muscles tightening more as you cum..
He feels himself almost harden again.
He slides you down back onto the blanket gently.
Post-nut clarity hitting him, He wasn't sure how he'd keep you in the dark any longer.
He then stands up
Searching for a towel to clean you up.
The air felt thick as you caught your breath.
The Sotenbori city an afterthought.
You feel a damp towel brush over your chest, then onto your stomach.
His hair was no longer tied back, it draped against his shoulders.
He placed a kiss on your forehead.
Your fingers reached to touch his soft black hair.
"You look better like this."
"Hah ya think so?"
He lays beside you, pressing you closer so he can feel every curve of your naked body against his.
"Look where yer curiosity led you, right into my arms."
"You complaining?"
"Hardly."
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