Thanks for coming on this journey with me! I am going to write a little lemon... Feel free to skip. It'll end midchapter and the story will
pick up right where it left off.

🍋: As soon as he parked the car, we were rushing inside his apartment. We were making out before we even got to the front door.

He was trying to unlock it without taking his lips off mine, but he couldn't seem to do it.

I pulled away and giggled, "Just take a second to unlock it." I said reassuringly.

"Damn door," he mumbled. It took a few seconds but he finally got it opened.

He picked me up and I let out a squeal as I wrapped my legs around him.

Our lips were reattached in an instant as he slammed the door behind him.

I was up against the wall in seconds. His lips left mine and started traveling down my neck. His kisses were desperate and wet and sloppy.

Every now and then he'd let out a gasp for air before returning to my neck, ear, lips, whatever he could get his mouth on. I was moaning. Loudly

"Shota." I moaned slowly, lingering on every syllable. He looked up at me with his wild eyes, and set me down.

"Huh? What's wrong?" I asked. Afraid I did something to upset him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to feel rushed."

I brushed his hair back out of his face, "I know it's soon, but I feel like I've known you my whole life... I want you, Shota." I looked into his eyes.

"Do you want to do this? I want to make sure you're comfortable too." I smiled gently, my hand still on his face.

"y/n, I want you more than anything." He picked me up bridal style and started walking upstairs.

"Ahh, Shota!" I squealed while laughing. "Put me
down!"

He was laughing too. It felt so natural. "Come on, I was trying to be cute" he said defeated as he let me down gently.

I started walking up the stairs while he watched. I slowly took off my flannel, and looked at him while dropping it onto the floor.

As I continued to walk, I was slowly taking off my shirt. He just kept staring.

I turned around, looking at him, but still partially holding up my shirt. "You just going to stand there?" I teased as I took my shirt off and tossed it to him.

He started racing up the stairs and met me at the top with a kiss. "You're so fucking sexy," he breathed out while I was desperately trying to rip off his shirt.

He kissed me while we walked in to his bedroom. He took a moment to turn on the lamp by his bed.

When he turned around he just stared at me. And I stared at him.

Every inch of his bare chest and arms. He was beautiful.

I walked over and began to lightly trace his body with my fingers. Taking in all of his scars and marks and even a couple tattoos.

"Shota," I whispered in awe at the masterpiece standing in front of me. He lifted up my chin with his hand, and kissed me lightly.

He followed the same trail down to my neck, then my collarbones, and finally my chest.

I felt him reach around me to undo my bra, and it dropped to the floor.

He picked me up and laid me on his bed. "My turn to stare at you now" he smiled softly and did exactly that.

He touched every battle scar, stretch mark, and was shocked to see even I had some hidden tattoos.

He met my gaze again. "You're so beautiful" he sighed and leaned forward to keep kissing me.

The kisses grew deeper and more passionate until I couldn't take it anymore. I was throbbing. I needed him, and now.

"Shota," I whispered. "I need you." I wrapped my legs around him and forcefully pulled him on top of me.

The wild in his eyes returned as he began kissing me everywhere. Biting my neck. Sucking on my nipples.

I was wet and throbbing to feel him in me. Aching for his touch. "Please baby, let me have you."

He continued kissing down my stomach until he reached my pants.

I was laying on the edge of the bed with my legs hanging over the side.

He kneeled between them and began to unbuckle my pants.

He took them off, and slowly began to slide down my thong.

I was watching him as he moved carefully. Then, in less than a second, he had pushed my legs apart and licked me top to bottom.

"Ah, Shota." I gasped, pulling onto his hair. Pushing his head down for more. As if he needed me to push him.

His tongue was already deep in me. Licking every inch. Sucking and biting. "Fuck baby, yes."

I moaned. My legs started to shake and he gripped them down.

He came up for air and gasped, "I want you to finish baby. Tell me you want it."

"I want it. Fuck, I want it. Yes! I need it." I was practically yelling but I didn't care. It felt so good.

His tongue was moving up and down, in and out. I couldn't control my body anymore.

I was pulsing and moaning, experiencing every ounce of pleasure he had to give.

"Yes, right there," I called. "Don't stop. Please baby don't stop! Yes. I'm almost there. Ahh Shota." I gave a loud moan before my whole body finally exploded.

My back was arched and legs were shaking. I was pulsing. Every inch of my body covered in chills.

Fuck, that was amazing.

He kissed my thighs before he stood and stared. Watching my naked body as my eyes closed and fell into the pleasure.

I opened my eyes to see him standing there with a proud smile on his face. I sat up, keeping eye contact.

He's not the only giver in the room.

"Get over here." I commanded with a grin. "We're not done yet."

•••• END OF LEMON •••

I woke up on Sunday morning in Shota's bed. Cuddled in his blankets and wearing his shirt.

I'm so glad that wasn't a dream.

I heard something out on the balcony, so I rolled over to take a look.

It was Shota, peacefully watering his plants.

He's mine... that beautiful angel is mine. My heart was beaming and my stomach was fluttering.

I watched him for almost 10 minutes, just delicately caring for his potted friends.

He finally noticed me and came inside.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." he said softly as he leaned down to give me a kiss.

"Good morning my little plant dad." I laughed with a heart full of love.