(A/N): warning!: ~Lemon insert~ I'll let you know when it starts and ends

Three weeks since your visit to Shinra's. For the first week you've been conflicted trying to determine what is real or not and how to deal with these motions. Everyday you looked troubled. You followed the same routine until your wounds healed enough to cover them up. You welcomed Shizuo and slept with him. Day in and day out like a regular routine. You are safe at work surrounded by your employees. You made sure to stay vigilant for extra precaution. Your mind however clouded your thoughts struggling to stay focus. You couldn't share what you've learned and if you did, you were afraid of the outcome of their advice. There was no shame in choosing your family above all else and love will come again, but it's another to come back and pretend like nothing happened bringing their hopes up. It wouldn't be okay to up and leave after discovering a horrible secret. If you ever did choose to do that, it would indeed be best never to return to stop his heartache. As a safety precaution, tell Tom about the situation beforehand if you lost your memory again.

Speaking of Tom, his adjustment to your relationship improved. He no longer cared about the situation between the two of you. He held trusts you both. He hated to admit it, but he low key roots for you guys. To his friend happy along side you and vise versa eased him that the two of you are a match. Shizuo did a much better job of caring for you so much he no longer worried as much anymore. Lately however, he has taken notice of your perturbed form. Whenever he asked you, you would tell him not to worry or that you didn't want to talk about it until you knew yourself. It irked him being unable to help you, yet gave you your space. When he couldn't get an answer from you he would turn to Shizuo ending just as lost as he is. No answer, just excuses. They couldn't very well force you. This wasn't a matter about something petty from the way you sound. It really bothered you to no end. Voice down and soft like you've been broken down, but there was always a line and that line is soon to be crossed if they both held no answer. They just hoped it wouldn't lead to drastic measures and you'd come to your senses.

Today stare in front of the mirror pouting as you inspect yourself. The cuts and bruises slowly fading away. Faint color, but you can still see them. Shizuo walks out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go after tying his bow. He scoffs watching you check yourself out. You turn your body, head still facing the mirror as you look at the back of your arms. He see him approach from behind hovering over you to kiss your shoulder. You shudder. Your right arm lifted to continue his trail of chaste kisses. The caress of his kisses burning away the physical pain and instead envelope you in pleasure. The heat within you rises forming a Rosy color on your cheeks to his actions.

"Stop worrying. You're gorgeous just the way you are." He puts in between kisses. Once reaching your finger tips, he snakes his arms around barely grazing his hand over your once bruised belly. The warmth of his touch numbs your thoughts away. You let out an appreciative moan.

"I know. I just can't help it. It's a habit. When I dated I used to look at myself in the mirror and ask myself what's wrong with my figure. Why did my ex like her rather than me? They all gave the same excuse that because I was fat or too skinny or because he just didn't like my figure anymore." Shizuo growls. "Some were one night stands which I mistook for a relationship." You chuckle. ",Stupid I know but I was a teenager. Lesson learned." The blonde picks you up into his arms earning a yelp.

"Well no need to worry about those assholes. You're none of those. You're perfect. Think you're fat, you're just thick and juicy. Skinny? You're just athletic. All and all you're stunning to me." Your eyes light up in awe to his confession. Your heart melts. Oh, what a sweet heart. You squeal. You wrap your arms around him bringing him into a passionate kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist once you sit up. He dips you down starting to get into the session. His hands holding your hips occasionally squeezing them harder than before until they lock. Your tongues play with one another having a taste of yourself. He growls trying to get you to give in and let him dominate you. You abide, allowing him to explore your mouth. His muscle brushes against your cheeks and the roof of your mouth wanting to taste all of you. Your temperatures rising close to lustful desire. Luckily, your lugs burn longing for air. You pull away to his dismay. His animalistic side growls once more irritated that you pulled away. He searches for your lips, but you hold his head restraining him from moving any further.

"Work babe. We can't be late." You whisper. He sighs as he is brought back to reality that is his life. Before he could set you down you grind your hips to tease him. He bucks in response. You giggle darkly pulling yourself away from him. You reach for your bag fetching your clothes for the day.

"Not cool." He grumbles.

"All is fair in love and war." You hum content then sadden after a moment. Shizuo takes notice of your humming gone silent. There has been an idea he's been trying to bring up for days, but it never seemed like the right time. This morning you woke up chipper so perhaps it was his chance to ask. What the hell.

"Hey Baby?"

"Yes?"

"How about tonight we go out on a date? Not casual. Something formal. I know this bar and the people there. It's a nice place." You turn to him noticing he struggled to ask you out. You awe at the big lug.

"Sure." You answered ending his misery of fumbling his words. "I'd love to. Tonight?" You ask. He scoffs glad you took his offer.

"Yeah, we can do that." You kiss his cheek.

"Can't wait." You purr before heading into the bathroom leaving him bothered.

A date. An actual fancy date with your true love. That's what you called him yet, but something told you that you should not if you only want to deepen the hole. You still aren't sure if you were going to tell him or keep him from the truth. You had many chances to leave but you didn't want to. You were in too deep. You already found Shizuo and fell in love again. You blow the light strands of hair off your face bummed out. You mindlessly sketched grabbing the attention of a few female co-workers. You were tracing the outline several times bolding the damn thing over it's limit. The snap of your co-workers fingers brought you out. She points out your mistake leaving you embarrassed for being distracted. You erase the outlines as best as you could realizing it was too late. You had to redo the whole thing. She palms your back feeling bad about what happened.

"Why don't you take a break girl? You look like you deserve one." You sigh agreeing to her suggestion.

In the lounge you served yourself some coffee. All you could think about was Shizuo and the deal you made with Izaya. There was more. You know it. You racked through your brain for answers hoping to start jump a flashback. Sadly there are none at the moment. You supposed you had to let things come to you like they usually do.

Meanwhile, Tom and Shizuo had collected yet another debt. They finished taking what they needed proceeding to their next victim.

"So how does it feel having a wifey?" Tom teased. Honestly, the two of you were quite the same only Tom was a lot mellower.

The blonde shrugs. "Dunno. I guess it feels good. I've grown used to having her around and cooking for me it's no longer odd."

"Big change can do that. Feels weird at first but it's nice every now and then. So how is she doing mental wise?" He asks.

"A little better. She's still quiet about the situation. Hasn't told me anything of what's on her mind. Maybe it isn't something we should worry if she's smiling again."

"That does sound good. It's better than falling into a deep depression. Which happens various times. She's happy one day, sad the next out of the freaking blue. She does her best to keep up appearances, so I'd be wary still." The new found information makes him reconsider everything about you. How could it be that you could fall that fast? You seemed fine to him. Should he worry? Tom has known her a lot more than he after the move so yes.

"Regardless, I'm going to take her out this evening. Hopefully that will make things better and cheer her up."

"Really? Something casual or fancy?"

"Fancy. That one bar I used to work at." He explains.

"Wow I am impressed. I'm glad to hear you're treating my cousin right. I believe she deserves it." He praises.

"Thanks. It means a lot that I've pleased you. Guess that means I can ask for your blessing?" He teases.

"Hey! Easy, one step at a time. You guys barely met....well technically, but still I say it's a bit too early." The thought of marriage never even crossed his mind until today. Could he stay in a relationship forever with you? The idea doesn't seem bad in fact it felt like the opposite. To belong to someone, somewhere knowing they loved him back without being judged. You would be his home he'd run to. That idea started to bloom larger than he could possibly imagine until his smile could no longer stretch further.

You got out an hour early to have enough time ready yourself for the evening. You wanted to surprise him when he arrived. Look your best for him to prove you are ecstatic for this date. He's done his best to cheer you up, be there for you and so much more alleviate your dark thoughts. He's been your rock and never asked anything in return except for today. Although it did not sound like it, you knew he wanted this chance to make you smile and that would be enough to give him something. Allowing him to treat you special for one night.

You currently worked on your make-up, the final touch. You hear a click of the front door opening and closing. Your name is called, echoing through the complex. You respond back setting your kit aside. You take a deep breath, observing yourself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom to reveal yourself. There he stood, gathering his clothing for tonight. You lean against the door way admiring him in a seductively. He turns to meet you. What he's witnessing is breathtaking. His blue eyes widen scanning every inch of you from head to toe. His jaw lowers with each passing second he gawks. You grin wide knowing you had captured his eyes. You walk up to the pan to shut his mouth back in place.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Your (e/c) irises glisten with lust hypnotizing the male. He leans in for a kiss which you gladly give. The kiss was filled with desire over you. His calloused hands grab hold of your hips pulling you against him. He growls into the kiss starting to get feral. You chuckle against his lips flattered by his desire. You leave him after three kisses stopping him from progressing. Shizuo is left dazed catching his breath. His hot breath tickled your skin making your knees weak. You steady yourself and step back fixing your composure. "We can't continue love. We still have a date to attend."

"Sorry." He whispers huskily. "You're just too beautiful I can't take my eyes off of you." His forehead presses against you. You awe at his affection the wipe your lipstick off his mouth leaving a smudge on him.

"Thank you. I have yet to say the same thing to you until you dress up." You tease wiping off the remnants off his face. He scoffs.

"Alright, I'll get to it." He says heading into the bathroom. You wait on the couch watching TV to pass the time. You lean your head against the cushion after some time thinking about that deal that has not come to mind.

At least thirty minutes pass, making it seem like only a second for you, Shizuo emerges from his room knotting his tie. You look over in awe of how well mannered he dressed himself in just for you. You stood up to approach him slowly allured by his essence. He blinks at you questionably. You give a couple smile dewrinkling his vest and adjusting his tie.

"Wow. You dress up nicely." You woo. He mirrors your smile as he holds your hand.

"I'm glad." He kisses your knuckles earning a shudder from you. Your eyes review him as if something is missing.

"I hope you don't mind me fixing up your hair. I just want to see if it works on you." He tilts his head curiously.

"Sure." He grants. You bring him towards the sink, wet your hands and slick his hair back into a perfect hair style you had in mind. You focused on the dew until you felt is right. You take a step back to marvel at your work. You nod in approval. He opens after wiping off some water from his face. A few strands of hair fell against his face complimenting his well chiseled face. You freeze up, cheeks begin to color red as you stare. You couldn't believe this is the same man you've been dating for the past few months. He was absolutely handsome in that attire. Blue dress shirt, rolled up sleeves, black tie, vest and dress pants and shoes. His hair style you had him wear made him even more attractive. Your heart beats rapidly unable to peel your eyes off of him. He smirks amused by your reaction.

"I'll take your silence as a compliment." He quotes. "Shall we go?" You shook your head trying to relax and get your hormones in check.

"S-sure!" You stutter. Damn you. You wrap your arm around his after turning off the TV and started your date once you took a step out of the building.

The two of you sat in at the restaurant shrouded in darkness and dim lights to set the mood. Your orders have been placed and now waiting to be served again. You look around to find the place somewhat empty. A few tables occupied here and there. Entertainment and music playing on stage. A perfect bar set afar and behind that bar are the entrance to the back room for employees.

"This place is great. You used to work here?" You ask. You look up at the ceiling seeing the lights hanging above like floating orbs.

"Yeah, before that rat bastard ruined my career." He growls. You frown.

"Let's...not talk about him. Let's just talk about something else like..." You hum rolling your eyes up in thought, lips parted as a finger is placed over them cutely. "Oh! I know! How's life with you." He raises a brow. "Before I came around." You chuckle knowing you had confused him.

"The same as always. Tedious as you said." You pout.

"I'm asking what's happened after I left?"

"Not much. School continued to be the same. I broke out into more fights because of Izaya. After we met he's been trying to get rid of me and ruin my life."

"Cat and mouse hunt." You mutter under your breath realizing what Shinra meant.

"Your cousin advised me if anyone challenged me I should bleach my hair to stand out and be weery of me. After highschool I tried many jobs, ruined each one because of my temper. In the end I became a Mixologist, got hired here as a bartender for a few years only for Izaya to frame me and toss me into jail. Tom bailed me out and offered me to a job after thinking my life was over. Been with him ever since." You take his hand feeling sorry for him. All those years without you must have been hard and lonely.

"I'm sorry. I see why you despise him. You don't deserve him and you shouldn't let him have his way. You're only encouraging him if you keep chasing him to prove to everyone he's right and it's not true." You argue.

"I can't help it. He gets on my nerves. Like a cockroach I just want to step on and kill yet he keeps coming back." You chuckle at the image of him trying to viciously crush a cockroach just for being annoying. You would probably have to fix the walls or something after his excessive battle with an insect. "What?" He asks.

"Oh nothing just thought that is funny. I wouldn't mind seeing him crushed." Shizuo scoffs.

"Me too." The waiter comes by setting your order down. He gives a brief glance at Shizuo and gives his full attention to you.

"Here are us your order. Is there anything else I can get you?" You shook.

"No thank you." You give him a small smile while setting your napkin on your lap. He curtsy's away. You found it odd the look in his eyes held a familiar gleam it made you feel uncomfortable. You take a bite of your food instantly finding the taste delicious and causing you to dig into your plate forgetting that you are in a fancy restaurant and on date. Let's just say work makes you hungry. Before you could take another bite you blush finding your date amused by the way you are eating. His head resting on his propped hand. You cover your mouth.

"Wh-what?" You spout.

"Nothing, I just forgot how you ate. It's nostalgic." He leans in wiping your stain on your cheek. Your blush widens to a darker shade.

"You've seen me eat before?" You gulp.

"Yeah. The first time is when we were in the seventh grade. Finally befriended me and had you over. I wasn't sure whether or not to be scared of your eating habits or not. I eventually got used to it over time that I spoiled you with snacks every time we hung out." You cover your face turning beet red.

"That must have been embarrassing." You squeak. He chortles reaching over the table to remove your hands.

"Don't be shy baby, it was said long time ago." Your eyes popped out more thanks to the flustered face of your. You pout, avoiding his gaze too ashamed to look at him. You must have looked like a pig eating in front of him.

"I can't believe you still like me even after that."

He shrugs. "I enjoy all of your imperfections. They're perfect to me. I mean I haven't seen one flaw on you that you believe that is." You raise a brow intrigued.

"Really? Not one?" He shook his head. "When I snort when I laugh hard?"

"Heard it."

"Okay. What about my mumbling and moans at night?" You question.

"That's more of a temptation than a flaw."

"The crazy way I sleep at night and possibly toss and turn."

"I'm usually dead asleep and you settle when I keep you in my arms." You avert your gaze taking in the new information.

"I didn't know that." You said.

"Okay, well what about my depression?"

"Depression?" His brows knit in confusion.

"Yeah I have depression. I rise and fall at times like I have bipolar disease, but it's not at all that bad. I just get sad sometimes."

"I never knew that. You've never had that when we were together. You were always peppy."

"Oh, I guess that's new to you huh?" You frown realizing that was probably one of the flaws he's struggling with. Afraid he might leave you after time of going up and down. "I guess I've obtained it after I left or when I lost my memories."

"May be. Is that why you've been down lately?" You widen your eyes. You knew he's taken notice but you never thought he would bring it up. You shrink in your seat saddening.

"Yeah, sort of." He probably is fed up with it. Might suggest a clinic or something like your mother as always suggested. You weren't sick, you were fine. You were just an adult going through life. It was normal right? You feel his hand touch yours bringing your out of your rambling thoughts before you fall deeper.

"I get it. I'm here if you need me you know? I won't ever let you fall." Your heart starts to pound. His kind words of comfort scurried away your dark clouds. How could you be so lucky to have someone this sweet? You don't deserve him. Not after that so called deal. The reminder of that only tugged at your heart. You bite your lip wanting to break down again. You couldn't, you wouldn't. He would only worry and you are only making matters worse by stringing him along. You truly felt like the worst. You wanted to confess there and now. Nothing left your lips and instead you whisper,

"Thank you." You should not have said that. It was wrong and you knew it yet you ignored your conscience for the sake of keeping him at your side. You didn't want to ruin this moment. The night he's been planning to give you. You promised to give him this chance for today before confessing. You sucked up every bit of confidence to continue your date with some stories and some laughs. After a few drinks, you were buzzed. You drank to numb everything partaking this joyous evening.

Your waiter checked up on you nearly three times, mostly for drinks. You presence that something is odd so for the fourth and final time, you decided to observe him after pouring you a drink. From your perspective you catch him eyeing you, marveling at your beauty. His eyes landing on your cleavage. Soft, shiny and tempting. His eyes trail to your lips. You scoff curving them into a grin. He locks eyes with you, startled. Your eyes already glossy from the consumption of alcohol.

"Like what you see." You flirt. The waiter blushes slightly at the sudden question. He rambles, unsure how to answer. "It's not polite to stare down at someone else's date." You rest your chin on the back of your hand, flicking your sight over to the blonde who watches between the two of you. Once hint clicks, he scowls at the waiter leaving him intimidated.

"What? You eyeing my girl punk?" He growls rising out of his seat ready to throw the male out the window. You panic realizing you messed up. You too were intimidated, but you mostly feared for the waiter. You tug Shizuo's arm.

"Shizuo, no. Easy love." The name so familiar it left every person who heard of him quake in fear.

"Sh-Shizuo?" The man reiterates staggering back. A few people turn in your direction of the scene whispering amongst themselves by the name. You can see the horror constructed on their faces. It made you sad that they saw him as a monster yet also angered by their closed minds over stupid rumors of how he truly is. What I even worse, his temper is proving Izaya and them right. You tug onto his arm begging him to sit down.

"Please don't do this. Not now. Just sit down love, it won't happen again right?" You cue the waiter to answer hoping it's the correct one. He looks at you then back to the growling blonde.

"Y-yes! That's right! Totally! It will never happen again. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have stared. P-please enjoy your date."

"It better." Is all he spews. The waiter scurries away almost tripping along the way. You sigh as he takes his seat. He grumbles in annoyance.

"Baby." You coo.

"I don't like it. I don't like the way he eyed at you. Only I'm allowed to look at you that way. You're mine." You raise a brow.

"Really? Are you sure about that?" He shifts to you almost baffled. "Last I checked I am in a relationship with you, but technically have not been claimed by that person. Not entirely." You baited having a delicious plan in mind. You admit, you enjoyed how jealous he was acting almost like a puppy. It made you feel wanted so much you wanted to continue poking at the subject and perhaps get something going. Your foot rubs against his leg to give him an idea of what you mean. He briefly lowers his gaze before returning to you. He leans in.

"That can be arranged. If all it takes is to dominate you then I'd be happy to fully claim what's rightfully mine." His whisper so husky you could just fall on your knees here without so much as a care. You lean in to whisper into his ear right back.

"Then shall we take our leave and eat dessert at the apartment?" Your essence sent him at a high you could not comprehend like an animal in heat. It's be so long since he's had you. Learned every inch of your body. He is sure he would be rusty making love to you. He would have to relearn everything and since you bloomed into a marvelous woman, the could be different. A plus, to exploring you again. He pecks your cheek, pays and drags you back to his place.

~Lemon Start~

You are boxed against the entrance door of his apartment. Your lips have already crashed into fevering kiss. Your mind is thrown into a blank engulfed with desire. Your lipstick forming a mess on your lips as the paint smears against his leaving them colored. You pepper his face with kisses. Your thigh rubs against his hips urging him to lift you up. His hand smoothers your thick thighs giving them a squeeze as they move upward to your bare hips. Your dress now lifted to your stomach revealing your panties. Your heavy breathing, moans and grunts are the only noise filling the dark room arousing you two. You yelp at the harsh grope of his large hand on your ass cheek. His tongue slips in at the chance to explore your mouth swallowing your moans. The blonde finally picks you up having your legs wrap around him securing yourself against him as your things squeeze his waist. He groans into your mouth. Your hands run through his blonde locks as your arms wrap around his neck you pull away for air. Lungs burning from the lack of it. He delves down to your neck to mark you as his and remind you in the morning who you belong to. The feeling of his bite against your skin stung with a mixture of pleasure. Your vision blurred, your core's heat rises asking for more. You grind yourself against his bulge needing it to grow to progress. You held him back before, but now it's the real deal. There his no stopping and you didn't want to. You wanted to remember him and this bondage experience. Recall how he pleasured you in the past. Every bit of detail engraved in your mind before you may confess and possibly lose him forever. You bite your lip holding your tears back. Your teeth sink into your skin, blood trickles. You quiver at the pleasure of pain. You needed to stop thinking about it. Forget every feeling you have and focus on lust.

You grind your hips pushing yourself from the door earning a groan as he licks your blooded hickey.

"Shizuo." You moan. " Please." His lips move up to yours giving your lips a lick swiping up some blood before making out with you again. He carries you to the bed gently dropping you on the that mattress. You release your grip on him proceeding to loosen his tie scrapping it somewhere in the room. You unbutton his vest doing the same remaining your lips locked in battle. Your hands desperately fumbled with each of his buttons. You growl in annoyance to the cloth that you literally just decided to pull his shirt off as if shredding the fabric and popping a few buttons as you go. You help shimmy his shirt off. He pulls away to look at you. Your chest once heaving fast now steadies as you stare into his eyes filled with not lust, but love. Yes he wants you so bad, but he also loved you just as much. Here you are trying to forget about your thoughts that you had forgotten about the most important part of feeling. Love. Your heart races as he suddenly changes pace. What was once hungry is no replaced. You are too hypnotised by the way he looks at you. His blue eyes glistening like the moonlit sea under a starry night. Your dress is slowly being removed. In the blink of an eye you left only in your undergarments. You suddenly feel shy that your body is nearly exposed to him completely. You squirm underneath him averting your eyes blushing. It only continues when you hear him chortle, mocking you. The rumble of his laugh reverberating from his chest always comforted you. You feel him lower himself onto you, closing the gap.

"Look at me (Y/n). No need to be shy." He whispers. He turns your head to make eye contact. They stay pasted onto his this time. A charming smile adorning his lips. "Good girl." He whispers sweetly. Damn this man and his power against you. The moon's light granted you to admire his handsome figure. Well toned, pale and glistening from the worked up sweat moments ago. His hair no longer slicked back, returned to it's normal state. Nothing you would like more than the face of whom you love. He kisses your chest lowering to your cleavage and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses. Eyes never leaving yours. "Keep." He kisses your on the underline of your breasts. "Your." Now your belly. "Eyes." Your hips. "On." Thighs. "Me." Your midsection. You shudder at the contact. Oh he knew you are melting like putty in his care. Cheeky prick. He licks your panties where your core is. You buck your hips in response. "Good." He whispers yet again. Your heart races aching for more of his approval. He gives you another lick then another only this time he grazes his teeth against the fabric. You buck in response, always. He pins your waist down preventing you. You throw your head back in anticipation. Your slender hands skim through hair gripping a handful. Your other hand gropes your clothed boob needing more friction. Something to alleviate you. Once your panties are soaked enough, he slides them off tossing them aside. His tongue returns to your pink, lips already wet and pulsing for him. Some of your juices leaking from it's confines. You moan loud calling his name in a pleading manner. Your vision hazy as you lose yourself to the electrifying feeling. You rock your hips asking for release. Two fingers slip into you, coaxing them enough to slide in easily brushing against your walls.

"Fuuuuck!" You whimper. Oh how you forgotten his fingers. They have somehow improved since his armature days. As he explores your body, he recalls all of your special spots. What triggered you into a mind blowing orgasm. Only he knew the spots. Out of all of the men you've dated, not one has come close. Every touch and care he's taking on you sent you to a new high. Your eyes closed unable to sustain contact. It was too good. His tongue makes work of you clit nibbling it. He pulls away to your dismay. You whimper at the emptiness. He scoffs. You shoot him an inquisitive look.

"Not yet." He says. You knit your brow as to why he stopped. "I need you to very wet for me." His voice reverberates against your skin as his kisses move to your inner thighs leaving a few marks. He moves up to unhook and remove the last material on your body. You cover your chest embarrassed. He growls in disapproval, removing your arms and pinning them above your head. One hand only that's all he needs for the strongest man in Ikebukero. He straddles you to keep you from squirming. His tongue meets one of your boobs wetting your perked nipple. The combination of cold and hot rose your heat. You yelp at the sensation of his bite on your whole mounds. He sucked and nibbled the skin above before giving the other the same treatment.

After being so sure that you won't hide, he releases your hands which grip onto his biceps. Wow were they strong. Almost like steel underneath skin. You caress his face bringing him down for a passionate kiss. You buck your hips underneath him. He groans. You notice his pants are the only thing left on him. You tug on his waistband to start unbuckling him you slide your hand in to squeeze and feel his length. You pause totally surprised by his size. It couldn't be true. He can't be that big, right? You look down as if to catch a glimpse.

"Did you get bigger?" You whisper unconsciously.

"Impressed? I am a grown man (Y/n)." He teases giving you a kiss on your head. Yes you are impressed but also intimidated. He was average back then, normal sized actually now here you are forgetting that growth spurt really hit people and it was about give you a reminder. You gulped. He laughs against your temple. "Don't worry, that's why I wanted you soaking for me. I wouldn't want to hurt my baby." He coos. This man thought of everything. You turn to him, noses brushing slightly.

"Then please prepare me like you did with me before. When we first made love." A small smile tugs his lips. You remember the day and how it all started. He was glad.

"Alright." He replies. He goes down on you setting your legs over his shoulders and starts licking your lips. His tongue pushes inside you tasting your walls. You rotate your hips for some friction. You moan into a hum as it loudens.

"Ah, fuck! Shizuo!" You grunt. He sucks harder encouraged by your cries. The facial expressions displayed from his touch aroused him. He loved each one of them. Your head thrown back, sweat coadding your body as the moon shines for a glistening effect. He could no longer hold back, the pre-cum from his tip, drips as well as throbs for you. To be inside of you. He removes his last piece of clothing . Your lover hovers over you filled with lust. He wanted to cum just as much as you, but he had to be careful for you. He spreads your legs wider rubbing his tip on your entrance. You wrap your arms around him while you stare at him in admiration. You bite your lip as you feel his sex slide inside you. So excruciatingly slow, stretching your walls. You both moan at the feeling of each other. He felt so big and fulfilling that you rolled your eyes back, your nails digging into his back marking him. He hisses, yet the pleasure of your tight walls gripping his length overpowered the pain.

"(Y/n)." He grunts. "Damn, you still feel incredible. So tight and perfect as I remember." He waits for you to get adjusted.

"I can't say the same. You've grown so big-ah! It's amazing." You gasp when he gave a few pumps. You buck your hips in response asking for more. He starts slow, frustrating ? Yes. Did you feel good? Hell yes. Even at a slow pace you could feel every inch of him. "Faster." You whimper. "Faster please, baby." He complies, picking up his pace until finally, he loses himself by pounding hard into you. Skin slapping on skin, the wet arousing noises urging you for release you wrap your legs around him, and help buck your hips at the same pace. Both of you cry each other's name. You grip on to his hair and the other on his arm.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes yes! Ah! Fuck Shizuo claim me. Make me yours already. " You moan. Make me forget for tonight. You told yourself. Dwindle this pain. You caress his face watching his deshriveled hair stick to his sweaty face. This man above you loved you so much. You could feel his thrusts lower it's pace afraid to hurt you even when lost to lust.

You arch your back and gasp. Your orgasm is coming. So close you can feel it while he strikes your sweet spot. You cling onto him tightly never breaking eye contact. You call out his name in a loud whisper as you both cum. Thanks coil within you releases. You feel both of your fluids collide into one. You quiver as he rides your orgasm. His manhood throbs inside you as it releases his fluid. You breaths brushing on your skin.

~Lemon End~

Your fingers remove strands of hair from his face as your thumb rubs on his cheek. In that moment you spill your heart out. You tell him those four words.

"I love you, Shizuo." He beams at you. His smile wide as can be. Not you. Your half smile falters into a frown as tears rush down your face. All your emotions you've been holding back explodes. You were vulnerable. "I love you so much Shizuo. I'm so sorry-I-" You choke shutting your eyes afraid to look at him. He shushes you by stroking your hair and nuzzling you kissing away those fears away.

"Hey, stop. It's okay love. It's alright. I'm here." Guilt only engulfed your more constricting your heart. He's too good. You reminded yourself. Torturing yourself. You collect yourself while he continues to ease you with sweet nothings followed by kisses. Your heart eyes look into his worried ones.

"Please. Make me forget this feeling. Don't ask, just do. Please make love to me all night until I can't think. That's all I ask." He saddens hearing your words. What could keep you so tortured. His angel, the one who always smiled at him now seemed so lost. What is it that Shinra told you to have you so upbeat? Nevertheless, he follows your request. All for you. Just for tonight. Tomorrow you had to to explain to him, because he can no longer see you so defeated. He wanted his baby girl back. The woman he fell in love for.

So for the entire evening, you continued your lovemaking session until one of you collapsed from exhaustion in each other's embrace.