Leaning from the back of the settee, your fingers walked down from his shoulders, feeling the soft nylon fabric across his torso. Draping your arms down his front, you were slow and steady feeling up his chest from his stomach, exploring every firm muscle beneath your palms. A sigh left your throat as you crossed your arms across his chest and pressed your lips to his cheek, rubbing your face beside his.
"You're actually wearing a shirt," you whispered against his ear with a coquettish grin. Raising an eyebrow, your voice became lower and smoother. "I like it. Shame I'm gonna take it off you."
Bare hands came up to grip your wrists as you began undoing buttons, stroking from the base of your arm up to your elbow and back down until you slid a hand beneath the crisp fabric.
"Can't keep yer hands to yerself, huh?"
YOU ARE READING
Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)
Hayran KurguMy friend got me into this game and I love it... I was very surprised at the lack of stories so, as usual, I am here to provide 🙏
