Yakuza Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You mean that file? Was this your idea of a joke?” I didn’t truly believe any of it. To me, it seemed like Marco and his friends were just playing games, trying to mess with me. “This isn’t a joke, Harper. That file wasn’t some prank. It was sent to you by a local Yakuza organization in Japan. You’re the stepdaughter of the former boss of the Moretti family. You’re not his biological daughter, and yes, Marco is your brother, but not by blood. You met him years ago, and things didn’t go smoothly between you two. After that, Marco was sent to Italy by your stepfather, and at the time, you had a boyfriend—”

One fucked my ass while another used my pussy, double-penetrating me as I licked my new Mistress. “Fuuuuck, she’s so greedy,” one enforcer grunted, pounding my ass deep. “This pet was made for yakuza cock.” I moaned loudly into Akira’s pussy, my body rocking between the men. “Yes! Stretch me! Use every hole! I belong to the Dragon Clan now!” Akira came hard on my face, flooding my mouth with her sweet juices as she gripped my hair tightly. She kept riding my tongue through her orgasm while the men continued destroying my lower holes.

A few minutes later, while I'm checking some Intel from Alessio, my wife hops into the car, silently keeping to herself. Alessio is the best tracker, a man of many talents but I must say that him finding me rats to torture is my favourite. This particular rat sold three of my shipments to the Yakuza, a long-age beef I won't get into but someone has to pay. It's not about the shipment, it's about loyalty, and it always is.

The first time I allowed myself to feel, it nearly destroyed me silly. I need some shit to distract me. I turn back to my laptop, pulling up an email I had to act on. Three images appear on the screen. The first shows Mr. La Rosa, Cara’s father, standing beside a Japanese man whose attire and demeanor scream Yakuza. A Japanese mafia. The second captures Mr. La Rosa again. But this time, handing a file to a man. The emblem on the man’s jacket gives him away as a member of the Gambino family. They were known rivals of the La Rosa empire but it seems they are working together now.

"They're the Japanese and Russian mafias, I guess?" I nodded. "Good girl. What else?" I reached for her, gently uncrossing her arms, then lifted her chin with my fingers. My touch lingered on her soft skin, savoring the quiet vulnerability she never let anyone see. Her breath hitched. "I know the Yakuza don’t take well to female leaders and Russians are cold-blooded." A smirk pulled at my lips. I stepped closer, hands curling around her waist. "You tried, flogista mou." I whispered the words against her skin, my lips trailing down her jaw. "But you can do better, can’t you?"

He said with a cold smile appeared on his mouth making him flinched. "Nah, no thank you. Anyways, about what you just asked about the yakuza man whom Zenah will be marrying... Yes, I know that man and besides Zenah said that she won't wed by this man because she only sees him as a friend."He said as he cleared his throat. Well, Zenah really didn't said that she only see his a friend, what she just said is that she won't marry Ezekiel. "That's good. So tell me what you know about this yakuza man, former delinquent Mr. Zi?"Yvrozz asked seriously.

In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture. "No, but you really look like one." Akiko turned away, pretending to look out the window, because an unexpected image of Kenji's body flashed through her mind, making her feel embarrassed. Though it was only a fleeting memory, she knew his body was clean. Had his wound not caused him more pain, Kenji might have laughed. "You're allowed to assume that, but no, I'm not a Yakuza like the ones you see in movies," Kenji said.

A few short moments later, there was the sound of several gunshots and screams, and all was then quiet. Find your way out of your cage. And if you can’t find an exit, make one. ‘Easy for you to say.’ Ren thought to himself. [1] Yakuza: Yakuza is also known as gokudo, and they are members of traditional organised criminal syndicates in Japan

I was pushed forcefully and I landed on my knees, not to mention my hands were handcuffed. "Well well well, Who do we have here? Daddy's Lil girl who ran away?" The leader of the gang was vicariously abhorrent. I know him. No, not personally, but I've seen him, he's famous, just as their group is. The group... They're Yakuza. THE YAKUZA.

To be truly honest, I wanted no part in what Haruto plans to do as I felt it was over the top but I knew there was nothing I could do to change his mind. Next stop was Yua's . I didn't want to apologize for what I did as I didn't feel an ounce of guilt or remorse but Ryu said to do it so I will do it. As I drove, I thought of what Ryu had in store for me. What would he cook? Would he feed me as usual? What would I even wear? I read online that some guys were into cross dressers but that wasn't my thing. Though, if Ryu wanted me to wear a skirt and wiggle my ass for him, I had no doubt that I would. As long as he loves it. Besides, turning him on was never a problem. I just wondered what kind