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You lay down, bareback, onto the low wooden table of your apartment, wondering how the hell this was supposed to work.

A few days ago over sushi, somehow the topic of nyotaimori had come up - the practice of eating sushi off a naked person’s body, usually a woman. Majima had leaned in close to your ear and whispered a couple of his own (lewd) thoughts about the practice, then went right back to scarfing down the sushi, like he hadn't just made you wet in the shortest record yet.

You had at the time rolled your eyes and made some comment about him being a sick pervert - he laughed, not denying it, and the two of you went right onto other matters.

Like who could stand the most wasabi without drinking any water (majima was the one to come up with this, and also the one to win. He was also the one you had to haul over to the nearby hospital as his face would not stop swelling up. Apparently he thought the tingling tight sensation in his throat was supposed to happen along with the spiciness?? You didn't even know people could be allergic to wasabi. Him nearly dying in such an unexpected way had just about killed any thought of coming home and getting it on. Pun completely intended) 

But the comment had actually turned you on quite a bit, which you already suspected he knew yet, you doubted that he would be anticipating you actually taking him seriously and acting on his words, since he was constantly saying some fucked-up, weird shit to get a rise out of you.

But the thought of him eating you kept sticking in your thoughts - you would roll it over in your mind when he wasn't around and it didn't seem to be unsticking from your consciousness any time soon, so you decided to make the fantasy into a reality.

So here you were, laying down stark naked on a low dining table you purchased online, wondering how the fuck you were supposed to put the sushi on your body all at once when you could barley even see what you were doing once you were laying down. Usually the models had someone else to do it for them, but you didn't exactly have anyone for that. 

You were sure a couple of your friends wouldn't really mind, but there was no way in hell you'd ever bring up this to them out of  embarrassment. 

You had read up a bit on nyotaimori so you knew that you were supposed to place a piece of seaweed underneath the sushi to be more sanitary. But you’d scrubbed yourself to the bone before this, and you also knew that you could be covered in sweat, dirt, blood - god knows what else - and majima would still be into it, so you skipped doing that. And in actuality you were kinda hoping he’d just eat the small cuts of sashimi directly off you...which was why you had skimped out on laying out any chopsticks and even brushed some dissolved sugar water over your torso so you’d taste sweet.

You wanted him to devour you.

Eventually you figured out how to nicely lay out the whole sashimi spread - two lines of sashimi across your torso, and  topped the whole spread off with whip cream piled on the tips of your breasts. You felt silly and corny, and even a little embarrassed doing it, but you were sure that majima would appreciate it more than the little seashells or leaves that were traditionally used to cover up the models, given his penchant for theatrics. But you did decide to keep on a little red lacy thong to cover your lower parts.

You couldn't help but flush and tingle at the thought of what his face would look like when he walked in - and what he’d do to you. You also hoped he would get here soon because it was a little cold laying out naked in the middle of february and your left ankle was starting to itch a little. 

At first you’d flinch at any small sound that might possibly be him, your heart pounding, but soon enough you grew comfortable and were honestly getting pretty sleepy - when the jingle of keys in the door sounded and then the creak of the door rang out with the sound of those distinctive steel-plated shoes stepping into the genkan. 

Suddenly you could feel your heart speeding and blood rushing to your face, knowing what was about to happen.

“______-chan! I’m home~!” he yelled out. you could hear the rustling of some plastic bags as if he stopped at a konbini beforehand, but you could not see him or the bags from your vantage point.

“____-chan? Where ya at?” 

“Um. I'm in here!” you responded. You were considering letting him find you on his own, but then you felt a little bad since you usually called out “welcome home!” and you knew he was prone to worrying about your safety.

“Ya good?” you could hear his voice and footsteps growing closer

“Yeah!”

“Ya know I stopped by poppo on the way home, and saw some of those little gummies ya li…ke” a rush of air filling his lungs, and you know that he must have seen you, though you couldn't see him yet. You slowly moved your head towards him, not wanting to miss his expression, but also not wanting to jerk all the sushi off of you in any sudden movement.

He was stopped about 2 feet away and still near the entrance, eye was open wide and roving up and down your body as if he couldn’t get enough, jaw slack, and even his cheeks were tinged red. You could see his mouth wording something, just loud enough for you to hear a "god damn" that he didn't even seem aware of muttering. Then he blinked and closed his mouth, throat bobbing up and down in a swallow, as he seemed to get his wits about him again.

You couldn't help but let a pleased smile curve onto your face from his reaction.

Your eyes locked as his mouth twitched into a wide smirk back and he licked his lips, his eye narrowing down on you as he dropped the bags and slowly approached.

“well I see ya took a page from our conversation the other day." He says, eyebrow raised, as you giggle in response.

"I might've thought about it a little" he chuckles.

"just a little?” he asks, breathing so loud you can hear it. He must really Be worked up, you figure.

“Yes. um..uh..you like what you see?” you ask, trying to be flirtatious, but still feeling a little too excited from his reaction and stumbling over your words.

“what kinda question is that? Ya spread yourself so nicely fer me how could I not? goddamn , look so fuckin delicious ...mmn, how long ya been waiting here fer me like this?"

"Maybe uh...15 minutes?" 

" Fuck." He brings a hand up to work at his goatee, "Ya were just layin here that long fer me ta get home n find ya like this huh?"

“Yeah and you took your sweet fucking time” you complain, but you both know its not serious from the way your both grining in excited anticipation.

He kneels down in front of you, rubbing his hands together as he looks you up and down.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I can make it up ta ya somehow" he says with a wicked grin, before his eye goes back to caressing you with his heated gaze.

"Ya look so damn good" he whispers again, mostly to himself.

"Yeah? I Bet I probably taste better than I look" you tease back and you hear him let out a low growl as he licks his lips again, his eye now darting all around you like he couldn't decide where to begin first. 

"Guess I won't know till I try hmm?

But finally his eye resting on the whip cream piled on your nipples, and bringing his face closer.

“Wait!” you say, bringing up a hand to stop him, and he jerks back, looking at you confused and a little alarmed.

“You’re going to just go straight to the dessert before you eat your dinner?”

He narrows his eye at you.

“Yer sayin’ i can’t?”

“No, you have to eat your dinner first”

“Hmm...ya say that but ya didn't even leave out any chopsticks fer the sushi. What kinda fine dinin’ establishment is this?” you can’t help but grin impishly, knowing that you did that on purpose. You’re sure he knows too.

“Sorry sir, we ran out. You'll just have to eat it off me with your mouth. I hope that’s okay with you” majima lets out a hot sigh that you can feel hit your skin as he licks his lips

“Oh that's more than okay with me” he says, bringing his gloved hand up to his mouth, biting it off by the fingertips and his eye doesn’t break contact with your own. His stare is so intense that you feel like it could light you on fire; a magnifying glass to a helpless ant.

He does the same to the other, and throws them down on the floor.

He kneels over your midsection and slowly encloses his warm mouth over a small piece of sashimi on the right side of where your rib cage ends, sucking it into his mouth and making eye contact with you all the while. 

You can't help but let out a muffled whimper at the feeling of his mouth against you so tender and hot coupled with his heated gaze. He takes a few seconds to chew before he's back at your torso again, this time just licking and sucking the same place he just ate off of, as if the sushi was nothing but an appetizer and you were the real deal.

"Mmmn, ya taste so good...real sweet" suddenly he leans over and intakes the piece nearest, his sucking becoming harder and more passionate with his eyes closed, completely focused on tasting you. 

His breathing is so fast on your stomach, and you cant help but let out a small whine from how quickly he's losing himself over you. The fact that you have really sensitive skin might also have something to do with it.

“Mmnn, ya thinkin about me devourin’ you and puttin every part of ya in my mouth, ____-chan? God i bet yer so wet fer me right now, ya naughty little angel - makin’ me wait and eat all of ya before i get to fuck ya." You whimper at his bluntness about where this is all going to end as encloses his searing mouth around another patch of skin, making you shiver and erupt in goosebumps.

"But it's okay, I can be a good boy this once and be patient." he chuckles, eye locked with yours as he goes back to harshly sucking your skin then licking it almost apologetically after. At this point you're a bit scared the sashimi is gonna fall off from how much you're squirming - you can't help being so sensitive - but you don't really mind at all as you wonder if he'd do anything to punish you for it.

"Damn, ya taste so fuckin’ good I can barely stand it" he says in a rushed mumble, mostly to himself, before he licks a stripe up your sternum and then encloses his mouth around the left side of your neck and you feel teeth softly massaging you as his tongue flicks over the flesh held in his mouth. You let out a whine before he releases you with a pop, before he leans over and does the same to a new patch of skin beside your collarbone, before working his way back down to your stomach.

At this point he's not even bothering with the damn sashimi, just pushing it to the side with his face and mouth as he works himself on you.

"What’d ya do ta taste so damn sweet? Can't get enough of ya" 

"Mmnn..su-sugarwater…" you answer and majima chuckles lowly.

"You supposed to be my little treat for being a good boy, then? All sweetened and dressed up just fer me?" He asks

"M-mmhm all just for you…" 

“Fuck, ____-chan" he rasps out

he moves up and crashes his mouth into your tit and sucks your entire nipple into his mouth harshly. you cry out and jerk from his unpredicted touch on your sensitive nub. He’s getting the whip cream everywhere and its almost like he didn’t even intend to get any of it in his mouth - like it was some useless garnish and your tit was his sole target alone and the cream was just in the way.

You can't help but tremble and moan from how good it feels having his warm tongue against you, but then you feel his rough hand hold you down by your ribcage, warm against your cooling wet skin, startling you.

“Shhh, no movin’” he whispers, his breath fanning warm against your wet chest.

“ya wouldn't want all the sashimi to fall off and ruin my meal, would ya? be a good girl an be real still fer me” he says with a low chuckle, “I’ll reward ya if ya do”

You were about to tease him that he was supposed to eat all it before he moved on to the “dessert” but your body couldn’t help but go completely slack at him calling you a “good girl” and talking about rewarding you so, you do your best to remain stock still. Majima notices immediately as he goes back to work on you, and gives a low rumbling chuckle that you can feel reverberate through your chest.

“Good girl” he praises, rubbing his hand over your side encouragingly, and god if that doesn’t send more heat straight to your gut.

He makes the most obnoxious slurping sounds as he goes to town on your nipples, but it even serves to turn you on more from hearing how passionate and intense he is as he "eats" you - moaning like he was thoroughly genuinely loving the taste of you, like you were an actual meal nourishing him.

He licks off all the whip cream off your skin, then puts as much of your tit that'll fit in his mouth, teeth working on your flesh softly as his tongue flicks over your hardened nipple. He has some cream on his face but he doesn't seem to care at all, as he focuses, eyes closed, all on you.

And Your laying here doing absolutely nothing -trying to be completely still - and he’s still managing to be so fucking turned on just from you existing. Knowing that gets you off like nothing else.

Even the fact that you're not meant to move or react turns you on, you feel so helpless and at his mercy laid out like this, but it turns you on so damn much and God, does Majima know it.

He moves his mouth over to the other nipple and licks the cream off gently, as he squeezes your other cleaned off breast in his hand and massages it, occasionally teasing the tip between his fingers.

Soon enough your moans turn to whimpers and sobs.

"Please...please majima.." he comes off your nipple with a wet pop as he looks at you, and you need a second to catch your breath, panting from all his touches.

"Please what?" He says with a teasing look in his eye, using the back of his hand to wipe off some excess cream from his mouth.

his hands move up to squeeze both your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you moan again and squirm. You're actually surprised he's being a bit true to his word and taking his time on you - not just throwing your legs over his shoulders and slamming into you mercilessly like you thought he would. The slow pace is driving you insane and from the way he's looking at you now, he knows it.

"You gotta use yer words babe. how else am I gonna know watcha want?" He says, though you both know exactly what you want. You would snap back at him with some witty retort if you weren't so damn wound up from all his touches on your chest. 

"Ahhh, I want...I want you in me" 

Suddenly his hand is enclosed softly around your throat and you feel his warm breath right beside your ear

"Tell me then. Tell me how much ya want me" he growls out dangerously. 

"Please, I'll do anything" you sob "anything you want I just want - I need to have you in me fucking me, so full of you inside me with your dick making me feel so good, youre all I want, please majimmn-" 

His mouth crashes into yours, cutting you off, and you moan as he sets a fast pace on your mouth, sucking in your bottom lip and biting it almost too harshly. He laps his tongue against you, greedily inviting himself in your mouth and rolling his tongue against your own, intertwining them together and you're so dizzy from how good it all feels, you barely have enough sense to keep up with how rough and fast he's going.

 One of his hands runs down the length of your torso. leaving a path of warmth in its wake, knocking off a couple of forgotten sashimi and only stops when he gets to the tiny piece of cloth covering your cunt, rubbing his fingers above it.

"Yer so damn wet for me ____-chan. Soaked yerself right through the damn thing" he says, pulling away to look at you with a pleased grin and you let out a embarassed whimper at how worked up he's gotten you.

"Must want me ta fuck ya real good from how yer bodies reactin' like that huh? Naughty girl. I'm gonna treat ya real good" he chuckles as he moves the tiny piece of cloth aside and spreads your legs as well. He reaches himself across your torso and plants his head between your soft thighs, at this point completely ignoring whatever sashimi left on your body.

You feel his tongue on your clit and your legs jerk as you moan in relief from how good it feels. His tongue is circling around it, teasing you, then going directly on it. He surrounds the little nub with his soft lips and sucks on it softly, driving you insane with how good it feels. 

 Then he moves to your  entrance and makes the most obscene slurping sound as he eats your wetness, like it actually tastes good and not bitter and salty like you know it really is.

He alternates between your clit and your pussy entrance in a frenzy, like he can't decide which he likes better and you moan at the wet sounds coming from below, bucking your hips into his tongue and he hums in approval, reverberating through your skin.

 Your legs are trembling in ecstasy, closing around his head tightly - and you know he has the strength to put them in any position he likes if it were hurting him, But instead his hands are wrapped around your thighs as if to press them closer to his face, smothering himself in them like he can't get enough.

From this position you can only see the back of his head bobbing up and down. you can't help but be a little thankful because you know you'd come too fast if your lover was looking up at you and watching you so closely while he ate you out.

You feel his left hand move from the outside of your thigh to your entrance where he pushes a finger in, as he still works his tongue over your clit. 

He starts thrusting it in and out harshly, and curling his fingers in the spot he knows makes you scream and you react as suspected, yelling out his name and squeezing your eyes shut, as you reach down to grab your fingers at  the buzzed back of his hair, not sure if your encouraging him or wanting him to be merciful to you. 

You open your eyes back up, surprised to see his other hand has moved to his lap with his dick is out, his hand moving harshly against it and you moan at how hard he's gotten from you alone, how it was too much for him to just sit there and taste you and hear you, he had to get some release - it's so hot seeing him get himself off to you, but a good part of you wishes it was your mouth on him instead of his hand.

Eventually he pulls his head off you, and he moves to the end of the table, throwing off his snakeskin jacket, your eyes following his toned muscles and beautiful inked flesh unashamedly.

"Gotta get in ya right now " he growls, and pushes his pants to his knees, his completely hard and wet dick bobbing up as he does so.

"I thought you said you were going to be patient and finish your dinner first?" You tease, though it holds no real danger from how hard you're panting.

"Knocked out all patience from me when ya damn near begged me ta fuck ya" he growls out, grabbing the tops of your thighs and easily pulling your body down the table to be flush against himself. He rocks against your wet core a couple times and you moan, feeling the tip of his dick rub against your clit in a wonderful slick friction.

"How ya expect me to sit there and act like ya didn't nearly make me cum from how hot ya sound, beggin' me to get in ya, darlin'?”

You let out a small excited chuckle.

"you're gonna make me beg again if you don't get in me soon" you say with a smile and he lets a devilish yet pleased grin spread across his face as he grabs his dick and lines himself up with you. 

He slowly enters you, making sure to be gentle like he always does. It surprised you at first at how much control he managed to have when it comes in these situations, but you later realized one of his biggest fears was doing something to hurt you - so even though sometimes you just wanted him to slam into you already, you let him set the pace. little things like that always reminded you how much you adored him and how much you wanted to reassure him about how good he was to you.

He lets out a strained sigh as he slowly moves in and out, placing his hands on your stomach.

“That okay, sweetheart?” he asks, eye scanning your face like he’s worried that somehow this isn’t what you want.

You reach at the back of his neck and yank him down to your lips, eagerly kissing him and you can feel the reverberations of his moan throughout your chest with him now resting on top of you. 

You break apart and you smile at him, running your hands through his hair.

“more than okay...I want more” you whisper in his ear. 

You can hear another groan from him that ends in a chuckle,

"needy" he says, and suddenly his pace starts picking up, and his thrusts become stronger and he buries his face in the side of your neck, planting little kisses there. You moan from the new stimulation and reach up to hold his body close to you, gripping onto him for dear life.

You feel his chuckle ghost your ear as he leans back a bit to look at you.

“That better?”

You try to make some semblance of a reply but he’s already working you over so good, that all you manage to do is just nod repeatedly in a sloppy manner. He chuckles, knowing why.

“Mmmmmn ya like that...don’t ya? Bet ya were lying here...getting all wet thinkin’ about me doing this...while ya were waitin’ fer me, hmm?” he groans out, taking breaths between his words.

You let out a moan at that, nodding.

“Waiting here so still….like a good girl for me to get home so i could fuck ya so nice n good? Tell me _____” 

You moaned even louder at that, unable to keep your reaction from spilling out and you can feel majima grin against your neck.

"Y-yes! I was" you stutter out "i was thinking about...the face you’d make when you see me and...how much i wanted your mouth on me, how i’d let you do anything you wanted" majima growls at that and slams into you.

"Whatever I want?" He asks lowly.

"Yer too fuckin good to me, sweetheart. So fuckin’ sexy. "

He slows down his fast pace and instead swivels his hips in circles, trying to find the one spot that he knows will really make you loose it. You feel the warmth of his torso part from you as he leans back up on his strong and lean arms- and you feel more heat fill your face knowing that he’s leaning back to look at your expressions to see when he’s found the right spot.

It doesn’t take long. Suddenly your back is arching and you're gripping at his arms as you yell out his name. He picks up the pace again in that spot, and you can feel beads of water fill your eyes from how wonderful it feels - from how you're shutting them so tight to keep some semblance of sanity, as your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, all the sound knocked out of you from the way his dick is slamming against that spot with complete abandon.

“God ya look so good like that with your pretty mouth open like that, fuck… .ya always take my dick in so good _____. Yer so fuckin’ tight and wet just fer me ”

You let out a sob at his compliments, nodding your head messily at everything he's saying.

You open your eyes to meet his heated gaze, confirming that yes, he really was watching your face this entire time, but you can’t help the smile that's growing on your face at him from how good it feels - from how much you love the sensation of him on your skin - how much you love him.

“You... fuck! ...feel so good...making me feel so good majima. So good to me... jesus fucking christ! ” you moan with a smile, and he moans at your mention of his name, and thrusts even harder. You can tell how much he loves hearing your words of appreciation of him.

he leans back down to meet your lips, softly - a stark contrast to what he's doing to you down below.

“Yeah? This is what you were thinking of when you were layin’ yerself out for me... is this what ya wanted, sweetheart?”

 You nod your head, drunk on ecstasy and reach your hand out for his arms which are cradled around your head, trying to snake them up up to his hands. You love how in this position all you can see is him, all you can feel is him - you feel so safe and cared for yet completely at his mercy, it turns you on so much.

Majima seems to realize where your hands are trying to go and moves his own in order to link his fingers with yours, and then he catches you in an open-mouthed kiss, like he’s trying to devour you.

His mouth is unbelievably hot as it meets yours, his tongue greedily staking claim to you.

Suddenly his fingers remove themselves from yours, and he parts for a moment. his hands move your legs over the crook of his inner elbows and then puts his arms around your back, holding onto you, like you’re the only thing tethering him down, and quite suddenly he’s lifting you in the air, still connected to him.

You let out a surprised noise, gripping onto his neck but ultimately you're not complaining at all. He continues to fuck you standing up and it stuns you how turned on that gets you - how easily he does it, and how he’s essentially just holding you up and using you like you were some sex toy, even though you weigh quite a bit, and here he is just doing like it's nothing.

“Figured...couldn’t be that comfortable...bein’ fucked on a hard table like that” he pants out as explanation. He bounces you against himself, his grip on your ass so hard you swear it’ll bruise for days after probably, you think to yourself excitedly.

“Actually...i was kinda worried it would break” you admit, and you hear a chuckle from him

“didn’t see ya stoppin’ me though?” he says. You would reply but he already knows why you weren’t stopping him and so do you. Instead he just grins more against your neck.

Suddenly he stops fucking you and instead pulls out, and begins walking with you in some direction. Your bedroom you’re guessing. You hold onto his neck tightly, panting heavily as you try to gain your breath back, your muscles twitching from the sudden emptiness.

He pushes open the door with his foot and walks in, tossing you lightly on the bed before he crawls over on top of you.

“Meant to bring ya here in the first place...got distracted though” he grins, heavily panting. You laugh at that.

He reaches behind you and you're confused for a second before you hear some fabric rustling and the feeling of something soft above your head. Using his other hand he gently lifts your head and you feel a pillow underneath you now. You can’t help a loving smile blossom on your face at the small gesture.

“You’re so damn good to me. So sweet...” you say to him before reaching out to him. Your faces meet and you kiss slowly for a bit, the pace slowed down to the break from fucking, but you like being soft with him more than anything.

For as much as you love him choking you or holding you down, you really love it when he does small gentle acts like that which shows you how much he cares for you. 

You like showing that you care too. He still hasn’t told you all the details of his past, but from experience you know for as strong and uncaring majima acts, he can secretly be really vulnerable and affected by those he cares about. He always talks about how he never wants to hurt you, and more than that, his actions always show it.

but really its you who feels should be saying that to him.

Ever since you realized the person he really was, you never wanted to hurt him again like you had before. You had to make sure that he knew that.

Your hands go back to exploring each other's bodies, with yours running lightly up and down his back, shoulders, and arms. his smoothing over your chest, sides and hips.

You opt to kiss the side of his neck gently, nibbling on his ear. You can feel his labored breath against your skin. Eventually he rests one arm behind the width of your shoulders, holding you, as he reaches down to put himself back inside you.

Your breath hitches from the sensation, and he softly rocks into you, keeping the pace slow but just enough to keep the fire inside both of you kindled and burning. he comes back down to wrap his other arm around your waist, so that no gap of air exists between you two as he firmly presses himself inside you.

you let out a soft moan and wrap your arms around his back, wanting to pull him closer, closer, though there's already not room between you two. his skin on yours feels so good, and even better from the slow pace that's letting you savor every movement against you. 

"love the feel of you against me..." you whisper into his ear, with a smile. he pulls back just enough to brush his lips against yours and softly kiss you as if in show of agreement. you moan in encouragement, and hearing the sound, his pace picks up below.

"you're so...so good to me...i love being with you, i wanna make you feel so good...wanna see your face when you come" you mindlessly mumble out your thoughts, and, it's like a flip switched on in him, and he slams back into your body, making you yell out his name. pretty soon the two of you are back at the pace you were before, with you gripping onto his shoulders as if its the only thing keeping you tethered to this plane.

“Gonna make you come so hard” he says, “yer so damn beautiful, ____” he rasps out, and you let out a moan as your insides tighten from the things he's saying.

He continues for a few more hard thrusts, before he leans his back from your body, his torso now in an upright position, one that gives you an amazing view of his toned muscles and ink as he pounds into you.

He brings one hand to between your thighs, his thumb against your clit, and another hand other to squeeze at your breast. You whimper from the added sensations and reach up to your chest to close your hand around his own, needing the skin-to-skin contact with him so badly.

And in that moment you want to tell him how good he is, how much you adore him, but you're so far gone the words don't come to mind. You’re so close and he can tell too.

“Ya gettin’ there babe?” 

You nod, a jumble of incoherent words coming out your mouth, trying to say how good it feels, how good he’s making you feel, how much you like him, but you have no idea if he can actually understand any of it. 

“Mhmm.. ma...majima I...I”

“Yeah? Ya close babe?”

“Love….love you so much...so fucking-!” you moan out in a fever, and you can feel his grip on you tighten. He throws one of your legs over his shoulders and leans over you, keeping a hand rubbing at your pussy.

He moans loudly and comes down next to your ear

“Say...say it again”

“Love...love you so much” you moan out, and you feel more than hear his moan, before he crashes his lips onto yours as he continues to pound your pussy harshly.

When you both breath for air, he looks at you with the most tender and soft look you’ve ever seen in your entire life from him, then squeezes his eyes shut., placing his forehead against your own.

“Goddamnit ____-chan” 

It's not too long before the building feeling in you is too much and you call out his name, feeling like you're going to explode, the ecstasy washing over your nervous system like electricity. You're holding so tightly onto his back you're sure you're breaking skin with your nails but neither of you care.

Majima buries his face in the crook of your neck and grips onto your shoulder and leg so hard it’s definitely bruising, then moans your name as his hips stutter and you feel his come filling you. he slowly thrusts once, then twice, and stills himself over you. The sound of your harsh breaths mingles with his is the only sound in the air, as you both linger for a bit, just breathing.

He pulls out and then flops down next to you, gathering his own breath. The both if you are silent for a bit, just regaining your senses back and acclimating yo the sudden release of energy.

“Holy shit” he says and you let out a small, tired giggle at that.

"Yeah"

"um..." you want to say something explaining what you said back there, but your mind and body is still jelly from the release.

You catch your breath for a minute before you throw yourself over on top of him, deciding actions speak louder than words, your cheek against his chest as you run your hands over his neck and shoulders. You feel him move from beneath you, and suddenly his arm is wrapping around you back, squishing you closer so tightly. 

"Hey…" you feel his voice reverberate from underneath you. 

You hum out a questioning sound as you look up to meet his eyes from your position, not able to keep a soft smile off your face.

"You...did you mean it?" He asks, and you can't help the heat that is filling your face. Part of you is unsure if you should have said that then, or if majima even really felt it as much as you did for him, but you know that you're already so gone when it comes to him that there's no sense in pretending you feel any differently. You raise yourself on your elbows so that you're hovering over him a little, meeting his eyes.

"Of course I did. Um.. I really...I really love you majima. I wasn't just saying that because it was a heat of the moment thing. Well I mean - I wasn't really thinking but - but what I mean is that. I had already felt that way for a while…" you say.

"You...really? Ya meant it?" He softly asks, pushing a strand of hairs behind your ear. You bring your forehead down against his.

"Completely. I'm only sorry it came out that way"

"Huh? Watcha sayin’ sorry fer?" He asks, pulling you back by your neck to have a better view of your expression. He looks confused.

"Well I would've liked to maybe...take you out for dinner and then I don't know...go somewhere romantic and then tell you. It kinda just slipped out by accident, and I don't want you to think I was just saying that cus I like your dick. Not that I don't like it."

Majima looks up at you in wonder, and laughs. You can feel it vibrate through your body.

"Yeah, ya don't gotta tell me that twice" he says with a smile, and you roll your eyes at him.

"And I know what type of person ya are, ____-chan. know ya can't lie to save your life. Yer honest to a fault...so of course I know that you…i just…" he looks away for a second, suddenly looking insecure.

"I mean I ain't- there's a million other guys who'd you'd be safer with. Who could treat you right. Who...ya don't gotta stay up worrying about." He says with a tiny smile, though the worry in his brows betray him.

"Yeah, but none of them are you" You say, looking into his eye, trying your best to get across to him your feelings.

"You're the crazy asshole I fell in love with okay? You make me feel so cared for and so  loved and- and all you have to do is just look at me and I feel that way! I know you would do anything to keep me safe...and ya know, I've never actually been with someone who felt like I mattered that much to them. That I could trust them unconditionally. With anything, even my life. But I know I can with you. And not even that, I just want to keep being around you and know everything there is to you..." 

and- and don't say some stupid shit about how other guys could treat me better or that I'm better off without you, cus when I think about you all alone with no one to care about you, It makes me really sad. And I would be sad - heartbroken, without you. So don't say that kinda shit about yourself...okay? I really...I really like you and want to stay with you...always. Even though its maybe stupid and dangerous. It is. But...I don't want anyone else" you finish, looking down at him, hoping you make some semblance of sense.

He cups your face between his large, rough palms, with a completely vulnerable yet loving look in his eye. He opens his mouth a couple times like he wants to say something back, but he can't decide what. Instead you feel your head gently pulled down to meet his lips.

His kiss is firm and gentle at the same time, just a determined press of his against yours, unmoving and chaste, gentle and tender at the same time. Like he so badly wants to get across something to you. 

That this kiss isn't just your lips pressing together. It's a symbol of all the things he wants to say but can't find the words to express.

You part from his lips, but remain near his face, you two breathing in each other's air. Suddenly he brings his hands away from your face and wraps his arms around you, pulling his face into the crook of your neck.

You feel something wet. Is he…?

"Majima?" You say, wrapping your own arms around him. You hear a loud sniff and a chuckle from him.

"damn, ____-chan...yer gettin me all emotional here" he says lightly, trying to play off the depth of feeling that running through him.

"Its okay...they're not poison ya know. Emotions" you say, and he lets out a wet chuckle. 

"I don't know if I agree with that, from the way yer constantly makin' me feel crazy"

"ya know, that doesn't actually mean that much considering the fact you're already pretty insane" you jokingly say, and he laughs into your neck, spreading goosebumps down your spine.

"hmph. rude" he says.

He rubs his thumbs against your skin and its silent, yet warm for a bit, as he holds you against him. you can feel his heart fluttering fast against his neck, even though yours has already calmed down. 

"love you so much,____" you hear his voice quietly come out from beside your ear, but somehow it sounds more like he's saying it to himself. 

But in reality you know that wasn't easy for him to say. To Express his emotions and leave himself in a vulnerable position. He's never been good with words when it comes to expressing his own feelings, and you know how much this declaration means.

You grip your arms around his neck tighter, and smile against his skin, pressing a few kisses against his neck. 

And suddenly you feel the same way he must've felt, like saying "I love you too" is wrong because it can't come anywhere near capturing the amount of feeling you have for him. No words can explain it. 

You feel utterly blissful, wrapped inside his arms, so full of love for him and knowing that he feels the same that you cant help but let out a pleased laugh, and pull back to look into his eyes, hoping he can see some of the depths of your emotions there. 

You meet his warm brown eye, and he looks so content and happy, that you cant help but press little butterfly kisses all around his face.

"I love you too - I love you more!" You say childishly, giggling and he chuckles too. He just lays there and takes each one of your kisses, smile on his face, and looks at you amusedly when you pull back.

"Oh is that the way its gonna be huh?" He says, cheekily, before he rolls the two of you over and pins you to the bed. You gasp in surprise, as he trails kisses down the side of your head, to your neck, and then jumps all the way down to blow bubbles into your tummy, making you scream from the ticklish sensation. His prickly goatee is not helping the situation.

"Ma-majimaahhaha-no- STOP-Hahhah-PLEASE" 

“What, I thought ya said ya always wanted to be around me? Does this not count?” he teases, and you slip your hands out of his grasp, pushing at his stupid giant head.

“NO!! DONT!! I swear majima if you do that again-!!”

“Goro”

“Huh?”

“Call me that instead alright? Then i’ll think of lettin’ ya go” he says, smiling warmly up from your bare stomach, and you can feel your heart do a flip. It's funny that after having confessed your feelings to each other and all that you two did before that, that you still have the ability to feel butterflies in your stomach from him.

“Okay...Goro” you say with a soft smile, that he returns.

he releases your torso, coming back up to place his cheek atop your breast, getting comfortable as he holds you.

"Perfect" he says, looking up to you. You’re unsure if he means you calling him by his first name, or you yourself , but either way, you can’t help the surge of affection that comes from the way he's looking at you.

And with his hair all tousled and cheeks red with laughter and happiness, a smile wide against his lips, he looks the most boyish you've ever seen him before. It's downright adorable. You just shake your head at him and bring a hand up to play with his hair.

"You couldn’t just ask me to call you that like a normal person, instead of attacking me?” You tease, laughter in your voice.

"Oi, you started it! n aren't ya the one that just called me 'insane' a couple of seconds ago? I was just returnin’ all those kisses, like any good boyfriend would!” he says, and you lightly shove at him, a smile stuck on your face.

“ya know for a yakuza boss, you're pretty damn childish ya know that?" You say, and he lets out a chuckle.

‘“You love it” he says, and you can’t argue with that.

The two of you get comfortable like that, and lay there for who knows how long, talking and just relishing in each other's company.

When you wake up, you are warm under the covers, with majima glued to your side, softly snoring away, his arm trapping you against him. Your heart swells at his careful job of putting you in the blankets without waking you, at his thoughtfulness, at his adorable sleeping face, and how wonderful he is - you contentedly drift back to sleep with your lover by your side.