Muscles

Muscles

Reborn ~x~ Reader

You gave a light huff as you leaned back into the couch, hands gripping tightly at the cushions as the muscles of your legs screamed at you. Dammit, how he ever talked you into that-

"Ah!" You hissed lightly, a light blush dusting your cheeks as the fedora wearing hitman sat himself on the couch as well, easily parting your legs since you were laying on it lengthwise. One leg was raised to hang off the back while the other dangles over his lap and his hands are all over it, gently starting from the calf to the thigh and slowly up. "Damn it, warn me before you touch me!" you growled lightly, still angry at him for making you hike that demented Hill of Doom.

Reborn chuckled lowly, his fingers smoothing against the flesh of your legs and working it without much thought to try and relax your muscles once more. "Relax. It's not my fault you're out of shape."

Your jaw dropped and you tugged your leg back reflexively as he reached the knee only to have him tug it back to him, pulling you closer to him so that you laid on the cushions instead. "Ng-! You jerk! I am not out of shape!! That hill was beyond lethal and it's your fault-!"

You froze as he raised your leg higher, leaning down so that his lips now brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A dark look, full of growing desire, flashed in his coal black eyes, making you gulp as he murmured, "I'm making it up to you aren't I? Now shut up and let me please you."

A fushia color now stained your petulant features as you faced away, arms crossing. "Prick."

He chuckled and pressed another kiss before leaning back, hands massaging once more. "You know you love it."