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“Oi, fuck you think you’re going, asshole? You gonna apologize for running into me or do I have to wipe your face on the asphalt first, huh?!”
The angry shout, along with the subsequent panicked yelps of the person it had presumably been directed at distracted you from your book. With a sigh, you set the novel down — not even bothering to bookmark the chapter you were at — and reluctantly moved from your comfy reading spot to peer down at the source of the commotion. A mundane sight: a big yakuza-looking fellow holding a terrified drunk by the lapels. Just another classic shakedown one of those meek salaryman types had been unlucky enough to stumble into, taking place on just another night in Kamurocho.
In the time that had passed since you’d started calling this town home, you’d grown used to seeing street brawls pop up left and right. After all, there was no shortage of guys eager to break each other's bones over as little as a dirty look... but that didn’t stop you from wishing they moved this somewhere else, maybe to a place that wasn’t just outside your apartment window.
Truth be told, though, your focus had already abandoned you quite a few pages back. Your eyes had merely scanned the words absently while your thoughts flew to other places. What to plan for dinner, what laundry was still left to be done... when and, most importantly, in what shape your husband would be coming home tonight.
The agitated scene below inevitably reminded you of him. Your lips drew into a soft smile, though laced with an unmistakable hint of concern. Yeah… when it came to people spoiling for a fight, one had to look no further than Majima Goro.
Kiryu had barely been out of prison for a couple of weeks, but the Mad Dog had wasted no time pouncing on him like a lovelorn puppy. Each day he’d hound the man throughout town and each night he’d come back with more and more wounds...
As his wife, you of course knew Majima intimately enough to spot the self-destructive streak underlying his seemingly innocent intent to “help Kiryu-chan get his groove back”. But it’s not like you could bring yourself to be angry with him. Not when he had that giddy spark in his eye as he bounced new ambush schemes off a very exhausted-looking Nishida. Or when he dramatically re-enacted every encounter with Kiryu, costumes, makeup and all, in the middle of your living room, to a delighted audience of one.
According to him, these performances were the reason he insisted on keeping you mostly in the dark when it came to the details of his plans.
“Nothin’ like seein’ ya smile, babe,” in his own words.
Well, he wasn’t here to see your smile now, but you figured it probably wouldn’t be long before he’d burst in, battered, bruised and ecstatic all at the same time.
Loving Majima meant loving the mad along with the mild, that much you knew. He’d been drowning in loneliness for years when you’d met him and it had taken lots of patience and stubbornness on your part to convince him that he actually deserved companionship. That there were people willing to stay by his side, if he’d let them.
Now, with the rekindling of this odd friendship he had with Kiryu, he was aglow with energy once more and his happiness was downright infectious. Maybe even... a little jealousy-inducing, given how much time he was spending obsessing over the guy as of late.
Putting away those thoughts for now, you turned from the window and went about making a nice big mug of tea, hoping it would help you settle back into your book. Just as you were finishing up, a series of loud knocks erupted from behind the front door.
“Tokyo Metropolitan Police!” a stern, muffled voice announced.
Great… With a frown, you set the mug back on the counter and ran through the possible reasons for this visit as you made your way to the door.
Did the street scuffle from earlier turn ugly? Would be the first time police responded so quickly to an incident or bothered going this far to talk to potential witnesses.
Was this another futile attempt by the Organized Crime Department to get something out of you? It didn’t happen often, but occasionally you’d receive house calls from fresh-faced investigators who, with all the overzealousness typical of new recruits, believed that the best way to get leads on yakuza activity was to put pressure on their women.
Well, if one could even call it “pressure”. They’d start with empty promises and then escalate to bluffs and outright threats when you didn’t admit to your connections to the underworld. Naturally, nothing got to you. If anything, it was quite amusing to see the young men get flustered and irritated as you batted your eyes at them and feigned total ignorance. Married to a notorious yakuza? Oh, no, nonsense. Surely they had the wrong person. Your husband was an honest man, his rough exterior was just… a style choice.
These interrogations were a nuisance, but you knew that sooner or later even the most righteous of rookies learned better than to waste your time and theirs. Either that or they’d get added to the Tojo payroll before long.
Now at the door, you rose to your tiptoes to steal a quick glance at the visitor. The peephole revealed the tall, lonesome figure of a policeman in full uniform, his gaze turned to the floor and making it so that his face was obscured by the wide brim of his peaked cap.
So it was just a beat cop after all?
Mentally preparing your most formal tone, you cracked open the door. But before you could even finish your “How may I help you, officer?”, you were pushed back by the force of the man crashing his body into you. One of his hands quickly slipped under your shirt, tracing a path upwards along your back, while the other came to rest firmly on your ass.
Adrenaline flooded your veins as you struggled in your assailant’s grasp for a few seconds, just long enough for your brain to take note of the distinctly leathery feel of his fingertips on your skin. However, the panic only fully subsided once he leaned his forehead to yours and you were able to recognize a familiar, mischievously-grinning face.
“Resistin’ arrest, darlin’?” Majima purred, punctuating his question with a light squeeze of your behind.
“Goro, you… ah, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest…”
Your words came out breathlessly as you tried to regain your composure. Given how hard it was hammering, your heart actually still appeared ready to jump ship and your cheeks were visibly stained red. But now it was less due to fear and more due to the proximity of Majima’s body and the way he was touching you.
With a deep breath, you took a few moments to relax against his chest and put your arms around him. The sensation of snuggling up to a shirt instead of bare skin for once was... unfamiliar, but definitely not unwelcome.
“Why would you want to arrest me anyway… officer?” you inquired playfully, looking up at him to lightly brush your fingers over the few cuts and scrapes that marked another successful sparring round with Kiryu.
Majima’s smile grew wider, as if he’d anticipated that line and couldn’t wait to deliver the cheesy response.
“‘Cause it’s illegal for ya to be this beautiful, why else?”
Charmer… you thought as you pressed a brief kiss to his lips.
“Sorry for the scare though,” he chirped before planting a tender smooch of his own on your forehead and breaking the embrace to stretch his worn out limbs. Through stretching soon turned into posing when he noticed you ogling him.
“Ya like the getup? Wanted somethin’ with a lil’ more authority this time. Ya shoulda seen how hard the boys worked to get a uniform this short notice. Thought they’d rip the pants clean off the nearest cop!”
As ironic as it was for him of all people to be wearing police gear, the dark blue suit did fit his slender frame and the sharp angles of his face very well. And you had to admit there was also something about a man in uniform that got your heart racing… you wouldn’t be the first or the last woman to feel that way.
“Y’know, I actually met a guy who was into that kinda thing once, pants stealin’. Gotta tell ya that story some time,” Majima mused as he took off his shoes and jacket. He flung the cap haphazardly across the room before pulling out a chair and collapsing onto it with a theatrical sigh.
“Kiryu-san give you a rough time today?” you asked, moving behind him to gently comb your fingers through his hair.
“If by rough time ya mean playin’ hard to get then yer right on the money... Ya’d think a walkin’ menace like Kiryu-chan would have a whole-ass illegal armory stashed in his pocket, just ripe for confiscatin’. Turns out, guy was clean as a whistle...”
Well, preferring punches to weapons did sound very much like Kiryu. You’d met the legendary Dragon of Dojima once before, when Majima had dragged him back to the family office while you were there lending a hand with the mountains of paperwork your husband had been slacking on. Beyond his polite and composed demeanour, you could definitely see the marks of a man used to letting his fists do the talking, when it came down to it.
“Only managed to get ’im hot enough under the collar when I got a lil’ handsy with the pat-down. Heh, he was blushin’ like a girl on ‘er wedding night, even as he was takin’ a swing at me,“ Majima giggled before continuing in a teasing tone:
“Ya ain’t gettin’ jealous over this, are ya babe? 'Course, Kiryu-chan’s quite the stud, but ya know it’s just too fun messin’ with ‘im.”
But his inquiry fell on mostly deaf ears, since at that moment your mind was anyway too preoccupied to get possessive over your man. You were busy imagining just how hard you must’ve been blushing on your own wedding night… and reliving the other activities that followed. Well damn, that policeman outfit was really doing it for you...
Once your focus returned to the Majima in front of you rather than the one in your fantasies, you watched as with a devious grin he produced a set of handcuffs.
“Shame I didn’t get to use these babies. They’re the real deal ‘n all too… but I’m sure you an’ I could put’em to good use later,” he teased, spinning the cuffs around his finger.
Apparently oblivious to what he was doing to you, Majima went on to delve into the punchier details of his rendezvous with Kiryu, while you took the handcuffs to examine them closer. A good use, huh. Well… why wait for later when now seemed like just the right time?
Taking advantage of his distractedness, you placed your palms on his shoulders and gently slid them down his arms in a motion that seemed just an innocent caress. However, as soon as you reached his hands, you grabbed and swiftly pulled them both behind his back, somehow also managing to pass the cuffs through the chair’s back supports and over his wrists. Only with the sharp click of the locking mechanism did Majima realize he now found himself handcuffed to his own kitchen chair.
“Eh, what’s the big idea, darlin’? Ya this eager to have yer way with an officer of the law?”
He’d said it jokingly, but he likely didn’t know quite how right he was. You didn’t take control like this often, but tonight you were feeling more determined than usual to push your limits and his buttons. You had to make sure this was going to be an experience neither of you were likely to forget any time soon.
You began by leaning over him to nip at his ear and dot airy kisses along his jaw, while your hands slowly undid the knot of his tie. With that out of the way and thrown carelessly to the floor, you continued with the top few shirt buttons, gliding your palms underneath the fabric to meet his warm skin. Floating ever lower, over his collarbone and the snake's menacing fangs, your fingers gingerly circled his nipple, earning a breathy sigh from him as sought your mouth with his. However, you deftly avoided him and withdrew your hands.
“C’mon love, just a kiss…” he whined. But he wasn’t making the rules tonight.
Pulling the chair out further so there'd be enough room in front, you moved to face him. A light pink tinged his cheeks and he was pouting at the loss of contact, a sight too attractive for you not to reach out and sensually trace the curves of his lips with your thumb. You held his gaze as you started leaning in again, close enough so he could feel your breath delicately fanning his Cupid’s bow, but not quite close enough to touch him. Just as he closed his eye in expectation of you replacing that thumb with your lips, you straightened and backed off again.
The growing look of desire on his face sent a shiver down your spine and confirmed that your plan seemed to be working. Now you just had to see how far you could take it.
Feeling a little overdressed, you started to remove your clothing with languid, demure movements, occasionally glancing at Majima to ascertain that his eye was following along. You didn’t miss the way his lips parted slightly as your breasts were exposed to the chilly air or the way he swallowed hard and shifted in his seat when you tugged at the waistband of your bottoms.
Swaying your hips, you made a show out of playing with your nipples as your other hand dipped inside your panties and finally pushed them down. The animalistic glint in his eye was enough to tell you he was growing impatient.
Now fully nude, you sauntered over to the discarded policeman’s cap, placing it on your head. A fairly impromptu decision, but what better way to complete your “outfit” and show who’s really in charge? Slowly, you closed in on him once more.
He tried to jerk forward to kiss (or perhaps bite?) your neck, but you pushed him back before he could reach you.
“Want to be free?” you whispered, playing idly with the gold chains he was apparently still wearing underneath his dress shirt. A silent lustful gaze was your only reply, so you pressed further, voice dropping even lower, nose touching his.
“Do you... Goro? ”
This time he nodded decisively and you rewarded him with a heated, yet short kiss.
“Now see, I would let you go, but I gotta look for the keys to those handcuffs first…”
True to your statement, your fingers crept down his chest to his lap and probed first into the left pants pocket and then the right one, seemingly searching for the keys. Only seemingly of course, because although you’d found the item within no time, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to grab at his cock, already hard and straining against the seams of his uniform pants.
As you massaged him through the fabric, you felt Majima’s breathing become ragged, coming out in shaky puffs between the licks he was delivering to your collarbones and to the tops of your breasts.
Maybe you could afford him a little mercy. Just a little.
“I’ll be holding onto these for now,” you grinned, setting the keys on the floor as you dropped to your knees. His legs spread almost instinctively and he grit his teeth in anticipation.
Oh, it was so fun to tease him like this... though you were more than aware of how needy you were also becoming. With his erection freed from its confines and throbbing in front of you, you had to fight back the urge to shove him as far as you could down your throat and just suck the life out of him. But you couldn’t lose focus now, he looked like he could still take a little more…
You placed a tentative kiss to the smooth, glistening head and let your tongue dance over the sensitive underside, using one hand to gently rub the veins running along his shaft. Majima groaned and squirmed in his chair, hissing out curses and watching transfixed as your lips stretched around the tip — and, much to his frustration, only the tip — of his cock and you rhythmically engulfed it in your mouth.
“Please…” came a growling plea. Guess he wasn’t above begging. But if he was going to be vague about it, you also weren’t above “misinterpreting” his words.
“Mmm, you’re right, I should try to please myself more too…” you smiled with feigned innocence and returned to just ghosting kisses over his length and caressing the inside of his thigh with your palm. Meanwhile, your other hand slipped between your legs, giving your own sex the stimulation it was also craving.
The sight of you touching yourself, together with the vibrations of your quiet moans brought Majima close to his breaking point.
“Aaah, fuckin’ hell... yer gonna pay for this…” he managed to rasp out between moans.
His words sent a sinful quiver through your core and you finally stood up and moved to straddle him, keys in hand. His eye, dark and wild, darted between your face and your slick folds that now hovered over him, as he no doubt tried to read your next move.
“Is that a promise?” you asked breathlessly, reaching around to his wrists.
Majima responded only by baring his teeth and biting hard into your shoulder. As good of an answer as any. While you fumbled with the lock, you felt the raw tension of his body pressing against you and pulling on his restraints. For a moment you feared for the integrity of the chair and… maybe also for that of your own person. You closed your eyes as the key slipped in. Had you gone too far in provoking him? If so, it was too late to go back now...
Click.
Time seemed to accelerate tenfold within the span of a few seconds, as the very next sensations registering in your brain were the plush pile of the living room carpet against your back and Majima’s cock stretching you deep and hard.
He’d entered you before you’d even hit the ground and now he was thrusting into your wet sheath with almost inhuman speed, using one gloved hand to pin your wrists above your head while the other kept your hips in place with a grip so rough it sent tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. But it was all you’d hoped for and more.
As if he’d read your mind, you heard Majima snarl in your ear:
“This what ya were after all along... ya frisky lil’ slut? A good poundin’?”
He emphasized the questions with a harsh bite to your neck and somehow increased the pace of his ruthless thrusts even further, threatening to send you over the edge sooner than you would have liked to.
”Coulda... just... asked... nicely...” were the last things you heard him pant before all words turned into slurred curses and grunts as he surrendered completely to the desperate appetite you’d roused within him.
Oh, but why ask nicely when you could have this? His heated flesh on top and inside of you, your body bouncing helplessly with his every push… and, best of all, the knowledge that it was your teasing that had brought him to this level of frenzy.
With your face buried in the crook of his neck and your bound hands balled into fists, you rode out wave after wave of pleasure, not even bothering to count the orgasms as you let your entire being be consumed by his fire.
Soon Majima’s thrusts started staggering and his hand released your wrists to join the other one in pressing your lower halves as flush to each other as possible. In turn you squeezed your walls around him and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. You moaned his name again and again, letting the sounds melt into his mouth the same way your bodies seemed to be melting into each other.
This proved altogether too much for Majima and you managed to crack your hazy eyes open just in time to watch his face contort in heavenly agony. He let out a strangled gasp as he spilled himself deep within you, bucking weakly with each pulse of his cock.
For a while you both used the stillness following the consummation of your passion to regain control of your senses. You still splayed on the carpet and him panting hard as he sat back to lazily watch strings of his seed seep out of you. When you finally got up, he was quick to bring you to his chest for a cuddle.
Settling comfortably in your husband's embrace, you were about to ask if he was hungry when you noticed his eye linger over the red marks that now showed on your pelvis and formed a ring around your wrists.
“These’re gonna bruise like hell tomorrow, “ he murmured with a frown. “I… didn’t mean to, ya just... made me really lose myself an’ I know that’s no excuse an’ it ain’t yer fault an—”
“Hey," you interrupted his babbling with a light brush of his cheek. You knew he worried a lot about hurting you, both physically and otherwise, but ultimately these weren't marks of violence. You had wanted this. And you had enjoyed every damn moment of it.
"It's all right. It was worth it, really. Besides, now we match, “ you beamed, pointing out some of the purple spots peeking through the opening of his dishevelled shirt, leftovers from previous tussles with Kiryu.
His brows stayed furrowed for a moment while he pondered this, but then his usual devilish grin returned.
“Ain’t gonna report me for police brutality, then?” he quipped back.
“Nah, but you could soothe these bruises with a bath… officer. Of course, you’re invited to join too...”
Sighing contentedly, Majima nuzzled the top of your head.
“Just what I had in mind, babe. But tell me one thing… what woulda been yer plan if I didn’t have the keys to those bracelets on me, hmm?” he questioned, nodding to the handcuffs that still dangled from the chair.
That thought had indeed crossed your mind at some point, but you hadn’t given it too much consideration at the time, hot and bothered as you were…
“Well, if sawing them off like in the movies wouldn't have worked, guess I… would’ve called Nishida? He usually knows how to get you out of a bind, hopefully also literally.” You paused for a moment before continuing:
“Would’ve put on some clothes first, though. Wouldn’t want to give the poor guy a heart attack.”
That answer got a good chuckle out of him and he pulled you in for a sweet kiss.
Now that you’d gotten a taste of it yourself, maybe having a self-destructive streak wasn’t quite so bad...