He was tired. Shota worked way too much, you both knew that well. And he was stressed, but he never took it out on you. He hadn’t seen you in seven hours, since six in the morning, and now he needed you. He just wanted to pin you down and have his way with you the second he got home, he knew you wouldn’t stop him; You’d just be confused at first. But you didn’t mind as much as he always thought you would.

He unlocked the front door and stepped into your house, kicking the door closed with his foot and locking it, then leaving the keys somewhere on the floor. He’d find them tomorrow. He should rest. Probably go eat dinner with you and let you talk about your day at the coffee shop you worked at, like always, but no. He was stressed out, he just needed a little relief.

Not to mention, he was hungry. And Shota refused to let this hunger go unnoticed. Someone had to satisfy his needs.

He stumbled up the stairs, yanking off his scarf and discarding his jacket from his body, leaving him in a simple black compression shirt. Too tight on his body. Seemed like it was painted on. He looked to the side at your shared bedroom, hearing you hum to yourself as you read a book on the bed alone. So adorable. He had to have you now.

Shota let out a deep sigh, walking into the bedroom and wasting no time getting on top of you, practically ripping your book out of your hands, catching you by surprise. A smirk crossed his lips before he grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him, letting his body loom over yours on the bed, your eyes locking.

“Darling,” he whispered breathlessly, one hand trailing down to your inner thigh and caressing up and down slowly, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned forward, his lips hovering over yours before he spoke again, “I missed you.”