I’m Not as Young as You Think I Am ~ Wataru Asahina x Reader (Part 2)

(fav/anime) has been playing on the TV for a while, and (y/n) lets me join her as she lies back down on the couch. I crawl into her lap, resting my head against her chest so we can cuddle. Since there's no more room, he sits on the other couch. I turn my brown orbs in his direction to see him glaring at me. Unlucky him, I'm pretty cute, and (y/n) is easily convinced to cuddle me. I stick my tongue out at him to which he returns the favor.

During the break between one of the episodes, (y/n) gently shuffles me off of her. "Anyone else hungry?" She asks, slipping something into the oven. As she pulls out a few of her homemade cakes, I dash to the table and lick my lips at the sight of a strawberry cake. They're small, but very yummy.

"Why do you make so many sweets?" Said guy speaks up. I roll my eyes at this. 'They're for me, duh.' "You know I hate sweet things." This is one of the exceptions to him hiding his rudeness: complaining.

"I enjoy making them, besides, I think they're delicious." I let out a loud 'mmm' as I reach for my cake.

I pretend to struggle with my fork, a helpless child trying to help himself to cake. She reaches out, giving me a hand as she feeds me a bite. A bit of strawberry and creme, on top of a bit of vanilla cake. "Mm, feed me more (y/n)! Pleeeeeease!" She chuckles giving me another bite.

There are just a couple bites left when the oven goes off. She drops the fork to attend to it. Bending down with her oven mitts, I watch him lean down eyes focused somewhere out of my view. I get down so I can see, feeling my cheeks heat up at the sight of her (f/c) panties. I can't help but glare daggers at him.

"What are those for?" Seems he's talking about something else other than what's in the oven.

"They're muffins for my neighbors. Chocolate with chocolate chips. It may not be Ukyo's cooking, but they're pretty good. "

"I think everything you bake is the best." I add.

"Says a kid who probably says the same about everything he eats." He adds, shoving a bite of the cake he'd been complaining about into his mouth. She smiles at me apologetically for his remark, but it doesn't matter to me. She's grateful for my compliment, and I know it.

"Oh look at the time! Wataru-chan, I need to wash these dishes, but let's go get a bath ready for you first. It's getting late." At this point she pretty much expects me to stay over, I used to more when Masaomi was busy with work.

She heads up stairs to which I quickly follow. Holding her hand under the facet as the water warms up, I can't help but retort, "I could do that myself you know, I'm not a kid."

"Of course.." she replies somewhat sorrowfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just.. call me if you need anything." And with that she heads down the stairs.

I undo the buttons of my jacket, slipping it off with my shirt. Swiftly slipping off my shorts and briefs. I then tug on my socks while sitting on the edge of the tub, before tumbling back with a splash, but at least I successfully got my other sock off.

The water is warm as I make myself comfortable. Turning the faucet off as it has gotten up to my chest, I lie back letting out a sigh. Dipping my head in the water, and running my hands through my soft, wet, pink locks. It's calming in here: where I can relax and think about her. The way she smiles and calls my name so sweetly. How warm her cuddles are and how gently she treats me. I don't necessarily like being treated like a child, but I don't want to put space between us either. Besides it has its perks.

Lathering my hands with soap, I work on cleaning off my body. Letting my hands travel along my chest and legs. Then I rub my jewels, prodding my member. My brothers had been careful to shelter me, but I knew a few things about sex. I'm not the innocent child I appear to be either. But this doesn't seem to get through to people. Plus I'm certain I'll be (y/n)'s boyfriend any day now. She's waited all this time for me, right? Not that doofus whatever his name that I don't know is. Right now I just want to think about her.

I let my hands roam over my length. Slowly I stroke myself, enjoying even this simple touch. I close my eyes, letting the darkness, this warm water, and pleasure envelope me.

"Wataru-kun," I imagine her calling, as if she were slipping back into the room. Leaning over the edge of the tub, I can see her eyes roam my body. Her pupils dilated, seeming lost in her lust. Her hand would massage my erection, "Let me help you with that," she might coo in my ear. Her grasp is tight and rough, but it feels so good.

I mutter her name to myself as I continue the motion. If only this were more than just a fantasy. "Faster (y/n).." I mutter out. My hand motions are quick and I can feel myself getting close, when the door nearly slams open and pulls me out of my thoughts.