*smut warning*

The reference art for this AU is going to be the age gap AU by @so_aguarela on Twitter/Instagram

Cherry's POV

I was at the skate park, practicing a few ollies and some other simple tricks. The skate park is right next to the actual park, so I have to deal with kids every once in a while. I don't mind though; I enjoy the look of glee and awe on their faces while they watch me. Like right now, a young boy about six or seven years old is watching me skate and cheering me on.

"Yeah, you go!" He'd yell, throwing his fist up in the air with a huge smile. He wore a hoodie with cat ears and had the cutest smile I've ever seen on a kid.

I landed another ollie when I heard someone call out a name. "Miya!" The deep voice called, and the boy turned his head to look.

"Hi daddy!" The boy, apparently Miya, greeted happily. "I'm watching this cool guy skate!"

'Holy shit, hi Daddy,' I thought to myself, staring at the gorgeous man. He had short-ish wavy green hair that matched his scruffy beard.  He was big and muscular, showing off his arms in a way-too-tight t-shirt. The man had a smile on his face while looking at, what I was assuming was, his son. He was just beautiful.

"You think he's cool?" The man asked Miya, glancing over at me and flashing a smile. But then his eyes fixated on me. I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my ponytail. He walked up to me, holding out his hand. "What's your name?" He asked, that smile still on his face.

"Uh, you can call me Cherry," I mumbled, then awkwardly shook his hand. The man's grip was tight but comforting on my hand as he shook it. My cheeks flushed a deep red at the contact.

"Beautiful name," he grinned, then lowered his voice, "for a beautiful guy." I had had enough, this was all too much for me. I released his hand and backed up, refusing to look him in the eye.

"And what's yours?" I asked, glancing back up at him.

"You can just call me Joe," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. I noticed that his son had disappeared to play on the swing set, so the situation didn't feel as weird as it could've been.

"Cool name, for a cool guy," I replied, a small smirk turning up the corner of my lips. Joe smirked back at me, then eyed me up and down.

"I like your piercings," he said, staring specifically at my lip ring. I reached up to touch it.

"Thank you," I smiled, then I stepped closer to him. "I like your arms."

It was his turn for his cheeks to flush red. I smirked at the older man, then reached up and gave a slight squeeze to his bicep. He stared me down with an unreadable expression, then it slowly turned to one of...lust? I didn't have a ton of experience with this, so it was hard to figure it out.

"We should meet somewhere," he spoke suddenly, "without my son." I felt the tips of my ears heat up as he continued to make me flustered.

"Like where?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You know the bar 'round here?" He asked, reaching out and brushing his fingers over my arm. I nodded.

"I just turned 23, so it's still a little familiar to me," I said and looked down at his hand.

"I'll show you around, take care of ya anyways," he smiled, gently rubbing my bicep with his thumb.

"If you say so," I shrugged a little, then flashed him a smile. Joe returned the smile with warmth, and he moved his hand away from my arm.

"Let's meet at the bar, nine o'clock. I'll buy your drinks," Joe offered with a slight hint of lust and flirtatiousness in his eyes. I felt my cheeks flush red again as I looked away.

"Okay," I agreed, then looked back up at him. I glanced around, noticed Miya wasn't watching, then leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He flushed a dark pink as I grabbed my board, hopped on, and skated away. This newfound confidence was kinda nice, if I'm being honest.

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When nine o'clock rolled around, I had skated up to the entrance of the bar. It was less of a bar and more like a night club, but I'd been once or twice since I had turned 21, so I had the vibes felt out. I stood in front of the entrance for a moment, staring at the flashing light sign above the doors. Eventually I walked up to the bouncer and flashed him my ID. He nodded and I walked in, glancing around to observe my surroundings.

I caught Joe's green hair out of the corner of my eye and made my way over to him. "Hey~" I purred in his ear, resting my hands on his shoulders from behind him. I noticed the corner of his lip turn upwards into a smirk.

"Hey beautiful," he responded, turning around in his seat to look at me. He scanned my whole figure with his eyes. "Definitely gorgeous..." he mumbled to himself while staring at my exposed midriff. My outfit was simple: black cropped turtleneck, black pleather pants, and combat boots. It was the perfect mix of fun and flirty.

"I could say the same for you," I told him, eyeing him up and down. He wore a black button down, of course the top two buttons undone, black slacks, and nice dress shoes. His neck displayed a silver chain necklace, which I pictured was perfect for pulling him in and kissing him.

"Want a drink?" Joe offered, pulling the seat out next to him. I sat down and tapped my fingers on the bar counter.

"Sure," I smiled, "I'll take a sangria."

"Fun, but classy. I like it," he said with a small smirk, then waved down the bartender. "Two shots of whiskey and a sangria."

"-on the rocks," I chirped in, "for the sangria, please." The bartender nodded and walked off to make our drinks.

"Two shots?" I asked Joe, raising my eyebrow at him.

"I'm not a lightweight, babe," he bit down on his lip and stared at mine. I giggled and rested my hand on top of his resting on the counter.

"I am," I replied, playing with his fingers.

"Then I'll keep tabs on where you're at, got it?" He said, giving me a serious look. I nodded with a smile.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. I fiddled with my lip ring with my teeth, and I noticed his eyes fixated on my lips once again. The bartender returned with our drinks, setting them down in front of us.

I thanked him and carefully raised the glass to my lips, taking a small sip. I cringed at the sourness of it; there was more alcohol than I expected in it. Joe downed both shots right there, then let out a small "ah" when he finished swallowing it all. I watched his Adam's apple bob as the liquid slid down his throat.

"Like what you see?" Joe asked, not turning to look at me. I flushed red and looked away from him, crossing my arms.

"Maybe," I huffed. He chuckled and looked over at me, brushing the strand of hair that had fallen from my ear back into place. I decided, fuck it, I'm here for a good time, and there's no use being nervous about it. I lifted the glass to my lips and downed the entire drink, then scrunched my face up when I slammed the glass back down on the counter.

"Alright, I think that's enough," Joe said while staring in shock. I giggled after the sting left my throat.

"C'mon, let's go dance!" I yelled, a little louder than I was previously talking before, and grabbed his hand. I led him out to the dance floor, where music was blasting and people were grinding on each other. After just a few minutes, I felt the alcohol settling into my system. I noticed my confidence growing as I became eager to make moves onto Joe.

When we reached the middle of the floor, the music was so loud I could barely hear him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, giggling as I played with his hair. His hands rested on my hips, and I could tell he was trying not to grind on me. I turned myself around, my back to his chest, as I wrapped my arms up around his neck from behind me. I continued to play with his hair, but began to sway my hips side to side. I heard an almost inaudible groan from him, causing me to smirk. I began to grind my ass back against his hips. His hands gripped my hips, sure to leave finger-shaped bruises the next morning.

I took the chance to slide down slightly, my hands following my movements as they trailed down to his chest. I then bent over, touching my toes as my ass pressed into his hips, and I slowly brought myself back up, dragging my hands over my legs, up my chest, and to my hair. His grip on my hips tightened, and I could tell he was getting hard; I could feel it.

"Cherry," he growled in my ear when I came back up, "You're being a tease."

"I know," I purred, a slight slur in my words. He sighed and pulled me flush against his chest.

"You drank too much," he yelled over the music.

"No, I didn't," I argued, pouting at him. "I've barely done anything!"

"You're already slurring your words," he said, rubbing small circles into my hips with his thumbs.

"No!" I yelled back, but even I couldn't deny that it was slurred.

"I'm taking you home," he said firmly, leading me off the dance floor.

"But Joeee," I whined, giving him a puppy-eyed pout. He rolled his eyes and sat me down. I felt a headache forming in my skull, and the music was pounding in my ears, only making it worse.

I must've zoned out, because a bit of time later, that I never kept track of, a glass of ice water was set down in front of me. "Drink it," Joe demanded, pushing the water closer to me. I huffed and went to drink it, but slightly missed and dribbled some water down my chin and onto my shirt. Joe sighed and took my glass, then held my chin and lifted the water to my lips. I slowly took some sips, allowing him to do all the work. He eventually pulled the glass back and set it down.

"I'm fine," I grumbled, crossing my arms and turning my head away.

"You're drunk as fuck," Joe deadpanned, giving me a matching look. I huffed again and went to stand.

"I'm going back out," I argued, going to take a step before falling straight onto the floor. I whined, trying to get back up. Joe walked over and helped me to stand, lifting me up under my arms.

"No, you're not," he said sternly, holding me close to him. "You can stay the night at my house."

"What about Miya?" I asked, my words still slurring.

"He's with his cousins, it's fine."

"Okay..." I finally agreed, leaning into his chest. It may have been the alcohol, but his chest was incredibly comfortable. I could've fallen asleep right there.

All I remember from that point on was the important stuff. Joe drove me back to his house, but I don't remember the car ride at all. I remember stumbling through the doorway and Joe walking me up to his bedroom. He took my boots off for me and set them aside, then handed me a large t-shirt. "Here, go change," he said, leading me to the master bathroom. With a lot of work, I managed to get on the shirt, but he never gave me pants. I just walked out as I was and laid back in his bed. He was sitting on the edge of his side, scrolling through his phone with his pajamas on, which was just a pair of boxers. When I laid down, he turned off his phone and rolled over. The second my head hit the pillow I was out, and that was how my night ended: drunk in my hookup's bed.

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The next morning, I woke up with a raging migraine and an empty space next to me in the bed. I pouted a little, trying to look around the sunlight-illuminated room, but my head was throbbing and I couldn't open my eyes fully. I mustered up all my energy and threw my legs over the side of the bed, then tried to stand. I guess I stood too fast, because I immediately had to sit back down. I realized this is what a true hangover felt like. "Joe," I yelled, causing my head to throb again. I heard footsteps and then his tall figure appeared in the doorway, wearing just his boxers and an apron.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he smirked, leaning himself against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Shut up," I grumbled, rubbing my head. "What happened after the bar again?" I could barely remember. There were a few important details, but I couldn't recall the small things

"Well, you were drunk as shit. Obviously," he began. I rolled my eyes at him. "Then, I gave you clothes to change. I have to say, your ass looks real cute in those panties." I flushed red but didn't respond. "Although, when we walked through the front door, you did try to kiss me." My eyes widened and I covered my face with my hands, letting out a groan. "Don't worry, babe, I didn't accept it. Well, I don't think that helps...but you were drunk, and anything we do, I want it to be consensual."

"'Preciate it..." I muttered, slowly lowering my hands.

"Of course. But now you need to eat, drink some water, and take some painkillers," he said firmly, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me up. I leaned against him, closing my eyes. He chuckled and picked me up bridal style.

"Hey!" I yelled, then grabbed my head again, the throbbing still continuing. "Put me down, I have legs," I demanded. He only shook his head and carried me to the kitchen. I pouted until he set me down in a chair at the dining table. He set down a plate of food in front me.

"Eat up," he smiled, setting down a fork as well. I grumbled but took a bite of French toast, and I tried to hide how impressed I was with the cooking. He could tell I was suppressing a smile though. "Good, right?" He asked.

"Yeah," I grumbled, putting another bite in my mouth. I continued to eat quietly, trying to ignore the pain behind my eyes. After I finished, Joe brought over some painkillers and a glass of water. I took the pills, swallowing it down with the ice water. "Thanks," I muttered, rubbing my temples.

"You're cute when grumpy," Joe laughed, ruffling my hair slightly. I slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch my hair," I growled, immediately combing it out with my fingers. He laughed again but didn't touch it. He sat down across from me and reached out to hold my hand.

"You're truly a sleeping beauty," he grinned.

"Shut up," I muttered, my cheeks flushing red as I looked away.

"So cute~" he purred, rubbing his thumb over my fingers.

"I said shut up," I groaned, pulling my hand back and covering my face.

"I like when you're flustered," he said, his voice lowering, "you turn pink, and it matches your hair."

He began to add on, "plus, I like knowing the effect I have on you."

I groaned again, hanging my head back. "Will you just shut it?" I muttered, pulling my head back up and shooting him a glare. I was embarrassed, sure, but the attention was definitely something I wasn't used to.

"Nah," he smirked, then crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't think I will."

"You're just being mean," I pouted, crossing my arms as well.

"You're just a gorgeous man~" he purred again, leaning over the table slightly to inch closer to my face. "And I Kinda want you to myself." He bit his lip and stared down at mine. I internally groaned as I let my mind wander. I imagine he's great in bed, I thought, and I bet he's got a nice dick.

"Cherry?" He said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I would like to be yours," I mumbled, looking up into his eyes. His cheeks heated up, turning a light shade of pink.

"I should prove it," he grinned. I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head to the side. "Let me claim you," he growled. That set it off; my dick was now hard in my panties, and if I stood, it would be painfully obvious. I tried to subtly pull down the oversized t-shirt over my knees to hide it.

"O-oh yeah?" I muttered, trying to maintain eye contact. He slowly nodded, licking his lips while eyeing me up and down. I couldn't deny that this man did things to me that nobody else could.

"Yeah, babe," he smirked, then stood up. He had the most obvious tent in his boxers, visible under the apron, and just from that I could tell he was huge. My eyes went wide and I began stuttering out incoherent noises. "What's the matter?" He asked, his tone cocky.

"Nothing..." I mumbled, standing up as well, pulling the shirt down further. His eyes drifted down to my much smaller erection that was slightly visible under the t-shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled me to his chest, his cock poking my stomach. I only buried my head in his chest. He chuckled, the tone slightly different than before; it was lustful and full of confidence.

"It seems you have a problem, babe," he whispered, using two fingers to lift my chin up. I felt my erection against his thigh, which only just then occurred to me that he could feel it, too.

"Shush," I groaned, but began to slightly grind against his thigh. He pushed it up between my legs, forcing more friction. I let out a small gasp and squeezed my eyes shut as I held on to his shoulders.

"Let me take care of that for you," he whispered gingerly, reaching his hand down between us. His fingers danced over my clothed cock and his lips brushed over my neck. I whined quietly, pressing myself up against his hand. He wrapped his large hand against the bulge in my panties and palmed it teasingly slow. I whined again, looking up at him with pouty lips.

"More?" I muttered quietly, a look of desperation obvious in my eyes.

"Maybe," he smirked, continuing his same agonizing movements.

"Please," I whined, almost to the point of begging. But I wouldn't let myself go that far, yet.

"Turn around," he growled in my ear, squeezing my bulge once before grabbing my hips and forcing me around, my hips against the edge of the table. My cock barely fit under the edge, giving him the perfect angle to do whatever he wanted. I moaned slightly, my hands laid flat against the table to keep myself up. He roughly pulled my ass back against his covered erection, groaning when we made contact once again.

"Fuck," I gasped, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. He reached around me and held my throat with one hand, and my erection with the other. I whined once more, pressing my ass back against him.

"Fuck, babe," he groaned, tightening his grip on my neck. He roughly palmed me through my panties as he whispered praises in my ear. "You're so pretty~" he'd purr in my ear, or say something like, "I bet you feel so good." This just made me blush, gasp, and occasionally moan. I couldn't handle all the teasing - I wanted to be fucked by this man so bad.

"Please," I whined, grinding myself up into his hand. He licked a stripe up my neck and kissed the base of my ear. The chills that went down my spine were electrifying.

"Please what, babe?" Joe teased, pressing harder against my cock through the fabric.

"Please, daddy, fuck me," I begged, side-eyeing him to see his reaction. Of course, I was embarrassed to be saying this, but only a man this fine could do something like this to me.

He growled and shoved his hand inside my panties, stroking my cock fast. He used the tip of his thumb to spread the precum across the tip, then squeezed the base every time his hand went down. I gasped and moaned, my eyes glued shut from the pleasure. My arms were weakening from having to hold myself up. "Daddy~" I whined, my arms beginning to shake.

Joe immediately took the sign and moved his hand from my neck, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me up. I leaned back against his chest, my head thrown back to rest on his shoulder. "Joe.." I mumbled, the name barely even coherent anymore. "I'm..." I began, but couldn't keep my train of thought for more than a second. The pit building in my stomach was enough to tell me I was close.

"C'mon, Cherry. Cum for me, for Daddy," he whispered in my ear, practically purring the last word. It took two seconds, then I came all into his hand. I panted hard, falling back against his chest. My panties were then soaked with cum, and there was only solution to that issue.

Joe smirked down at me, making sure I was looking at him, and licked my cum off of his hand. I covered my face to hide, my cheeks flushing darker somehow. "Stop..." I whined, turning around in his arms as best I could.

"You taste so good," he hummed, then wiped the wetness off his hand onto his boxers. He gently moved me so I was standing in front of him. Once he was sure I wouldn't fall over, he untied the knot holding up his apron. He dropped it on the floor, his huge erection evident through his boxers.

I peaked out from behind my hands and squeaked when I saw his problem. "This isn't fair," I whined. He just chuckled and pulled me close, his cock pressing into my stomach.

"You wanna taste it~" he purred, brushing his lips over the shell of my ear. I whined again, but then sheepishly nodded. He ran his fingers through my hair, then grabbed a fistful and pushed me onto my knees. I moaned at the harsh movements, falling to my knees in front of him. I was exactly eye level with the bulge in his boxers, and there wasn't much left to the imagination. I gently pressed a kiss to the tip through the thin fabric, causing a groan to escape past his lips. I smirked to myself and fingered the waistband of his boxers, slipping my fingers under and teasing his v-line. He growled and grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back so I could see him. "Don't be a fucking tease," he growled lowly, staring into my eyes with a mix of dominance and lust.

"But Daddy," I whined, trying to move my head back down to kiss at the tip again. He pulled my head back by my hair again.

"I'm not kidding, baby," he smirked, then let go of my hair. He rubbed the back of his fingers against my cheek until he reached my jawline, where he grabbed either side of it with one hand. "I want to feel your pretty little mouth."

I whined, and he let go of my jaw. I refocused my attention to his cock. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. His cock sprung up the moment the waistband was lowered below it. I let out an almost-audible gasp at the sight. Thick, long, and leaking precum. I could feel the saliva building up in my mouth as I wanted desperately to touch it, suck it, lick it, anything. I looked up into his eyes to see him smirking down at me. "Ya like what ya see, babe?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair. I immediately took the tip into my mouth, kitten-licking the precum away. This caused him to moan, tightening his grip on my hair. I took a little bit more into my mouth, sucking gently on the thick cock I wanted so desperately to devour. I felt his other hand reach into my hair.

"Fuck, Cherry. Your mouth is perfect," he moaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. I hummed around him, causing him to moan again. "Fuck," he muttered, barely bucking his hips up once. I gagged slightly but kept going, taking as much as I could into my mouth. There were a solid few inches I couldn't fit, which honestly just turned me on more. I stroked the base while I sucked him, listening to his deep moans. I was hard again and needed release. Using one hand and my mouth to get him off, I used my other hand to stroke my own cock. I moaned around him, sending vibrations all the way up his shaft. I batted my eyelashes as I looked up at him, his cock stuffed in my mouth. He looked me in the eyes and groaned lowly, I'm assuming at the sight of me touching myself.

After I swallowed around him once, he grabbed my hair and yanked me back, pulling me off of him. "I want to fuck you so bad, baby," he said as I continued to stroke myself. A string of saliva connected my lips to his wet cock. I stared down at it, then back at him before giving him a nod. I let go of my cock and stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I smirked and kissed at his neck, standing up on tiptoes. He slowly slid down my panties. I stepped out of them, my cock springing up as well. I began to suck a dark spot onto his neck, soothing it by running my tongue over the mark afterwards. He moaned and gripped my hips tight. "Let me finger you," Joe said, reaching around and squeezing my ass with both hands. I giggled and left another mark, causing another moan to leave the bigger man. "C'mon, baby, let Daddy finger you," he muttered, then turned me around to lean over the table once again. I moaned at the contact of the cold table against my hips.

"Daddy," I whined, pressing my ass back. Joe only smirked and lifted two fingers to his mouth, licking around them slowly. I watched over my shoulder as he lined a finger up with my hole.

"You ready?" He asked, gently rubbing my hip with his other hand. I nodded way too fast, and he inserted his finger slowly. I let out a high-pitched moan, then hung my head down onto the table. I panted as he stilled, allowing me to adjust to it. After a few seconds, I nodded and pressed my ass back, signaling that I wanted more. He slowly began to move his finger in and out, keeping the pace agonizing and teasingly slow. I whined again and looked over my shoulder at him.

"C'mon, Daddy," I pouted, trying to press back again. He smirked up at me and inserted a second finger, immediately curling them both. I practically screamed out, hanging my head once again as I panted my way through the adjustment. I nodded again, signaling him to continue. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to add more pleasure. I continued to moan and whine, my cock hard against the edge of the table. "Fuck me," I muttered after a few minutes, moaning loudly when he hit my prostate with his fingers alone. He pulled his fingers out and flipped me around, my ass against the table edge now.

"You sure you're ready, baby?" He asked, genuine concern in his voice. I appreciated the concern, but damnit I was horny and needed to be fucked right then and there. I nodded quickly and jumped up on the table, spreading my legs for him. He laid me down on my back, then he hovered over me. "It'll hurt. Just tell me when to stop and go, okay?" I nodded again, desperate to have his cock inside of me.

"Just fuck me already," I mumbled, looking away and blushing. Joe smirked and leaned over me, gently pressing himself into my hole, and holy fuck was he huge. The way he stretched me and filled me was perfect. I moaned as he inserted himself, then continued to moan when he stilled halfway through.

"Be patient, baby, I don't want to hurt you," he whispered with a smile evident in his voice, and he gently rubbed my lower back. After about two minutes, I nodded, causing him to slowly push in the rest. I moaned, my head falling to the table on top of my arms. He began a slow, steady pace, keeping his attention on my reactions.

"Fuck, Daddy," I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut as he stretched me out. This moment was pure bliss; I had the hottest man I had ever seen fucking me with a cock that was bigger than I could have imagined.

"You're so tight, Baby," he groaned, his thrusts becoming ever-so-slightly faster. My cheeks flushed red.

"No, you're just so big," I said, a smirk on my face. That was quickly wiped away when he changed his angle and hit my prostate. I moaned loudly, desperate for him to do it again. "F-fuck.." I muttered, resting my forearms over my eyes. "Do that again. Harder," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" He asked, still brushing the spot gently.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure," I growled, trying to push my hips forward for him to go deeper. He growled in return and grabbed my hips, thrusting into me harder and faster. I moaned loudly, almost a scream, when he rammed into my prostate over and over again.

"Fuck, baby, You're so pretty," he purred, groping my ass as he fucked me into oblivion.

"You..." I began to pant, "you feel so good..." I could barely even form sentences at this point, but I did recognize the familiar feeling from earlier. "I-I'm close, Daddy," I moaned, my cock leaking precum.

"Then cum for Daddy," he purred, reaching up and stroking my cock. The moment his hand pumped it once, I came into it, screaming a mix of profanities and his name. The moment I came, I felt him speed up as he finished, then stilling as he caught his breath. He panted heavily, but slowly let go of my cock.

"Fuck," he whispered, gently lifting me from the table and pulling me up so we were chest-to-chest. I only groaned something inaudible and fell against him. My knees were incredibly weak, and there was no way I was walking for the next few minutes. I panted as I laid against his chest, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I smiled fondly, but my face looked a bit more fuck-outed than happy.

"You feel good," I muttered, tilting my head up to look up at him. Joe chuckled in between his heavy breathing and kissed the top of my head.

"I bet you feel even better," he grinned, tightening his grip around me.

"By the way, my real name is Kaoru," I smiled up at him.

"Mine's Kojiro," he smiled back, brushing his fingers over my back.

"I like that," I whispered, trying my best to get to my tiptoes to kiss his lips. Kojiro's smile never faltered. He gently turned me around, then picked me up bridal style. I squealed, not expecting the sudden change in altitude. "What are you doing?!" I squealed out.

"Carrying you," he grinned, pressing a quick peck to my lips.

"I can walk!" I argued, pouting at him. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I don't think you can," he smirked, then carried me to his bedroom. I continued to pout but let him carry me to his bed. He set me down, and I sat down criss-cross on the edge of his bed. I then realized we completely forgot our underwear in the kitchen.

"Uh, Kojiro..." I muttered with a deep blush. "Our underwear..."

Kojiro began to laugh. "I'll go grab it," he said, then walked out of the room and back down to the kitchen. A minute later he returned with both pairs of underwear and a glass of water. "Here, drink some water," he said, handing me the glass. I gladly took it and took a few sips before setting it down on the nightstand.

"I need a shower," I said suddenly. He nodded and picked me back up. "Hey!" I yelled, pouting at him again. He carried me to the bathroom and set me down on the toilet.

"I'll get you some towels," he said with a smile. He turned on the shower and grabbed me two towels from the nearest closet. He set them on the sink counter. "Let me know if you need any help," he offered, then helped me into the shower after slipping off his shirt that I wore. 

"Thanks," I smiled back at him, pressing a kiss to his lips before closing the curtain.

I showered, then he hopped in the shower. After we were both clean, we spent the time until Miya returned cuddling in bed. Kojiro described me as his 'friend,' but it went over little Miya's head.

I left that afternoon, after we exchanged phone numbers, and we planned another date.

I think I'm already falling in love with this man.