Summary: A boring summer in the heart of New York City turns fruitful for Marshall when a cute Japanese youth arrives at his restaurant. (Law x Asuka)
Warnings: Age Gap (Asuka is 16, Marshall is 48)
She was only here for Summer vacation for a one-month tour around the city and the island with her super-rich relatives, but the four weeks she'd been here felt like a lifetime.
During her first visit, she was accompanied by her aunt, a stuffy youth a few years older than her who wasn't overly impressed with his menu but decided to order food anyway. Marshall didn't really care for her and hardly paid Asuka any mind, but he needed the money and served them without much fuss. She ordered a relatively healthy meal consisting of seafood subgum and broccoli while Asuka ordered a hearty plate of spare ribs with pork fried rice and a side of shrimp rolls that she devoured in one sitting. Marshall, suffice to say, was impressed by her appetite, but not so impressed by her aunt's attitude. She was snide and condescending in the way that rich brats always were if they didn't get what they wanted, but Asuka was incredibly grateful. She gave him a nice tip and promised to come back again soon.
"Thank you so much, mister!" She told him in private, English delightfully accented. "I'm sorry if Reichan was too mean... She doesn't usually eat this kinda stuff often."
"H-Hey, it's no problem!" Marshall felt bashful. "Come back anytime! I'm glad you enjoyed it so much!"
Asuka laughed, an airy little giggle he noticed he enjoyed hearing, and watched her leave so she could catch up with her absurdly young auntie. He didn't think much of their interaction as the night went on, but her sweet face and sweeter voice remained in the back of his mind until he closed up for the day. He wondered if she'd actually come back or be whisked off to a five-class establishment by her relatives, but much to his surprise (and delight) she visited him two days later and stayed a lot longer than she did before.
"Hello, Mister! Remember me?" She asked. "I told you I'd come back!"
"Wow, so soon?" Marshall laughed. "You're gonna eat yourself sick if you keep this up."
"It's okay, I didn't eat anything today!" She exclaimed. "I really couldn't get those spare ribs out of my head! I haven't eaten good greasy food like that in a long time!"
"I'm guessing your folks are pretty health conscious, huh?"
" Eto ... Something like that. Reichan is really particular about her diet..." She thought over it for a minute before shaking her head. "Ah, but I'm not like that! I love to eat cuz I don't gain any weight, except where it matters of course!"
They shared a laugh and exchanged more pleasantries before revealing their names to each other. Marshall thought her name was very pretty when she told him what it was, and for the next couple of hours, Marshall was serving Asuka spare ribs and spiced meat by the truckload as he made conversation with her. She was the only other patron at his restaurant beyond maybe two or three customers who were ordering anything, so Marshall was able to allocate his time to her whenever she needed him. With each plate of food she wolfed down, she'd wash it down with green tea and lemon soda before ending her meal with a box of Chinese doughnuts she ordered to-go as a post-lunch snack.
He didn't want to say it out loud, but Marshall kinda enjoyed how much she could eat in one sitting.
"Damn, girl!" Marshall hoisted a stack of plates on his arm as he gawked at the youth who was slurping at a leftover soup dumpling. "You gotta black hole for a stomach!"
"Hee hee, yeah, I get that a lot!" She took a bite out of her appetizer. "I work out and train every day, so I need as much food as I can, ya know?"
"Oh!" Marshall's interest was piqued. "You know martial arts?"
"Mhmm! My, uh... auntie...? Is that the right word...?" She pondered over her sentence for a moment before perking up. "Ah, yes, my auntie and papa have been teaching me since I was a baby!"
"Wow, that's wonderful!" Marshall then sniggered a little. "I'm something of a kung-fu master myself, you know."
"R-Really? I was wondering why you were so muscly..." Asuka remarked. Marshall found it quite flattering. "We should spar a little if you ever feel up to it. I haven't had a good fight since I got here!"
"Hey, it's been a minute since I had a scrap." He gathered more dishes and winked her way. "But try not to eat yourself to death before then."
"Eh? I'm not that bad!"
Asuka pouted Marshall's way but was too distracted by another soup dumpling to give him much fuss. He had the urge to call her cute but didn't act on it for professional reasons... At that point in time anyway. After the initial first impression and friendly pleasantries, Marshall wasn't exactly the most appropriate with Asuka whenever she came by, which was often, and he'd ignore his conscience's warnings and call her cute, precious, sweet, and maybe even hug her if he felt bold enough. Asuka didn't find him weird or anything, thankfully; she simply thought all Americans were friendly and interpreted Marshall's thinly veiled affection as a foreign quirk that she wholeheartedly embraced. She'd return his hugs and spend time with him long after he closed shop for the day to help with chores, snack on leftover scraps, and chew fat with him until it was time for her to return to the inn she stayed at with her family.
It pained him a little to watch her go, but just knowing that she'd come back the very next day kept Marshall's spirits high. As much as he appreciated Paul and Forrest's company, it had been a long time since he'd been around a woman's presence, not since his wife passed anyway. He never actively sought out female companionship since managing the restaurant took up so much of his time, but he didn't realize how lonely he was until Asuka showed up. She was fun-loving, excitable, passionate, and so, so pretty; if he were three decades younger maybe he would've had a shot, but he always felt like a creep for even thinking about her in such a way. She was simply too young for him, just a year or two shy from true womanhood by American standards anyway.
For a while, Marshall was content admiring Asuka from a distance, unwilling to risk their friendship (or his freedom) for a forbidden affair of his own provocation. He relieved himself when his thoughts got too wild for his liking and vented to Paul frequently about his dilemma, but more or less behaved himself around her. He wanted to savor whatever time he had left with her after all.
As her Summer vacation came to an end, Asuka spent more time with Marshall than she did before, often coming in the morning and leaving at the dead of night to get in as much time as she could with him. she'd go upstairs, to his top-floor apartment that led down to the restaurant to hang around with Forrest or watch TV, before coming downstairs for lunch. It was a routine they fell into during her last week, and Marshall cherished the time he still had with her greatly.
During the afternoon slow down, Asuka sat inside the kitchen, at a little table Marshall had set up just for her, and asked if she could have some general tso's chicken. A slave to her command, Marshall quickly got to work and made the best batch of general tso's he's ever made in his life and served it to her as soon as he was done. She nodded her head in thanks and hummed a gentle tune to herself before tucking into her food, eyes low and lips falling into a tight frown the longer she ate. Marshall, alarmed at her sudden change in attitude, pulled a seat up next to Asuka and asked her if it wasn't to her liking.
"N-No, it tastes really, really good..." She replied, voice betraying her words. "I'm just thinking..."
"About what? Are you sure it isn't the food?"
"No, it isn't... I wouldn't be coming by so much if I didn't like it." She laughed a little. "It's just... Time is going by so fast, ya know? It feels like I only met you yesterday."
"Yeah..." Marshall sighed wistfully. "Sometimes I wish I could turn back time."
"You feel the same?"
"Oh, honey..." He shook his head from side to side. "I've been feeling like this for a while..."
"Oh..." She stabbed a chunk of meat and tore the breading apart with her chopsticks. "That makes me happy..."
Marshall glanced at her, heart suddenly pounding in his chest. He liked to think he already made her happy with his cooking but to know he made her happy with his words sent his cheeks ablaze.
Still, he didn't like seeing her sad. He'd rather keep her happy than ever make her sad.
"Hey, it's not like your trip is over yet!" He gently held her shoulder and shook it a little. "We still have a few more days left. Hell, maybe we can go out together? Show you around the city more...?"
Marshall grimaced at his choice of words. Go out together? See the city? Not only was he a creep, but he was stupid, too. She's been here for a month, what the hell else was left for her to see? The subway rats?
"We could..." Asuka blinked and then returned his gaze, honey-almond depths glinting under cheap fluorescent lighting. She's silent for a time as if she's trying to find the right words to say. Marshall was used to it since English wasn't her first language, but she took an awfully long time gathering her thoughts still. He almost wanted to ask if there's anything else on her mind, but her sweet little voice beat him to the punch.
"L-Law-san...?"
He gulped, unsure of what she was going to say.
"Yes, Asuka?"
"I...I was wondering..." She twiddled her fingers, unable to look at him. He could've sworn he saw her milky cheeks turn pink.
"Can I...spend the night here? With you...?"
Marshall's eyes widened, his heart melting in his chest and dripping into his stomach. Did she really just ask if she could spend the night? With him? Alone?
It was like every ounce of willpower he'd built up for the last month was ripped from his being in a single second.
"Reichan is covering for me if it falls through, but my uncles are going to a conference on the island. They shouldn't be back until tomorrow night..." She then sighed and picked up a can of half-empty ginger ale she was nursing, a beverage she'd come to enjoy since her stay here. "But it's okay if you don't think I should. It was just an idea..."
Yes, Marshall should say. She should come back tomorrow, should tell her that what she's saying is inappropriate and that gross old men many times stronger than her could take advantage of her, and touch her, and lick her, and fuck the absolute shit out of her-
Marshall breathed sharply through his nose, unable to hold himself to his morals. He knows he'll say yes, he knows he'll try to take Asuka to heights he could never take her down from, but he has to tell her, warn her of his intentions, even if it meant destroying the bond he made with her.
Sighing heavily, Marshall furrowed his brows and stared at the floor, words falling off his tongue like venom.
"Asuka..." He began. "I would, but..."
"B-But...?"
"I..." He leaned back in his chair, locked eyes with her. She looked so expectant, so eager; it pained him that he had to do this to her.
"I don't know how to control myself..."
Asuka's eyes quivered while Marshall held his breath. He expected disgust, shock, maybe even horror, but his girl, his sweet girl, stood up from her chair and approached him, arms stretched out and welcoming as they pulled him into a hug.
"It's okay..." She smooths her hand over the nape of his neck, fingers gliding through ink-black locks. "I don't want you to..."
Marshall, suffice to say, is speechless, his brain unable to catch up with his body when he hugs her back.
It was so wrong, but it felt so fucking right.
"Fuck..." He hissed through gritted teeth, head turning just enough to bury his nose into her neck. "Fucking hell, honey..."
"Law-san..." Asuka shivered, cheek nuzzling his ear.
"You can stay..." He sniffed her skin. It smelled like lavender and vanilla. "Stay as long as you want, honey..." He lifted his head and placed a calloused palm upon her cheek. "I gotta... I gotta close the shop."
"Okay..." She nodded. "Can I help with...?"
"No, no, go upstairs." He held her cheeks in both hands then. "I'll be right there with you."
Asuka bit her lip and nodded deeply that time.
"Good..." He's tempted to kiss her, but he needed to think straight, at least for a minute. Instead, he thumbed the edge of her brow and sent her on her way. He has to make sure no one could ruin the time they had together, Paul and Forrest included.
After shuttering blinds and locking every access point he could find, Marshall turned off all the lights on the lower floor before trekking upstairs where his sweet girl waited for him. When he found her, she was in his room, fiddling with her phone as the low hum of his television set resonated through the room. Marshall let out a puff of contained air as he flexed stiff biceps, the weight of the world suddenly lifting from his shoulders. Asuka looked up at him then, completely trained on his figure when he approached the bed, her legs uncrossing once he sat down next to her. He wondered if she wanted it as bad as he did.
Marshall thinks it's rude to jump right into anything intimate, but Asuka, much to his surprise, leans back on the bed, parting thickly built thighs to reveal the crotch of her shorts.
Marshall swallowed, suddenly feeling virginal.
"A-Asuka..."
"I like you..." The confidence in her eye wavered a little as she continued. "Reichan said this is what girls do when they like a boy."
Marshall rolled his eyes; of course Reina would say something like that to her...
"You like me, too... Right?" She asked.
"Shit, honey, of course I like you. A lot more than I should." Marshall leaned back, but didn't dare touch her. "It's just... Are you sure about this? You're still so young and..."
"No, I want this." She shook her head adamantly. "I want you..."
Suddenly, she took his hand and puts it on her stomach. Marshall's fingers twitched in anticipation.
"Please, Law-san..." She begged him, eyes misty. "I want something to remember you by just in case..." She hesitated. "In case I never..."
Marshall doesn't wanna hear it.
Instinctually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he kissed her, kissed her so hard that his lips bruised. Her mouth was so soft and plush, plump and pink like lotus petals. Asuka grunted, but didn't push him away; she wanted it too much to even consider it. She returned his kiss and clumsily mouthed at his lips, anxious to get her tongue into his mouth. Marshall did her the favor and parted them for her, smothering his groans when her tongue slid against his own, a delicious sensation he hadn't felt in a very, very long time. It feels so little and so very soft, hardly anything he's ever felt before, but maybe it's because his perception was simply warped. She was a big girl, but she was so soft, plump, and small compared to his bulky frame, everything he could ever want in a woman.
Marshall felt emboldened enough to touch her, hand sliding over her flat tummy to caress her hip. He opened eyes he hadn't realized he closed and watched her expression as he smoothed his palm over a curving bone that led down her thigh, drawing a path down her skin and the denim of her shorts, leaving teasing touches that end where her fly began. Asuka made a plaintive, almost pleading noise against his skin then, rolling flaring hips towards his fingers in a desperate bid to get him to touch her more. Marshall is floored but otherwise excited by her behavior and gently guided her to the bed, big body rolling over her smaller one to keep her beneath him. He worked on her fly and nearly buried his tongue down her throat when she did the same to him, lithe fingers, scarred from training and constant sparring, working the waistband to his sweats like she knew what she wanted from him. She wanted his cock, he kept telling himself; she wanted his cock, she wanted his body, she wanted him, all of him.
"Fuck..." He cursed aloud, sucking wantonly on her bottom lip once she wrestled his pants down to his thighs. "Oh fuck, sweetie..."
Cold air hits his rock hard, trembling length when it's free, thickened member swaying like a tree branch when his sweats briefly catch on to the tip of his prick. Marshall groaned while Asuka gasped, transfixed by the dark and mighty cock that hung between his legs. It made Marshall feel a little smug.
"Law-san..." Asuka was in visible disbelief. "I-It's so..."
"Mmm, like it?" He kissed her jawline and gave her a look. "Not too big for you?"
Asuka doesn't say anything, just stared, mystified and curious. He can tell she wanted to touch it, but her innocence prevented her from doing so. Marshall was more than happy to help her out.
"Go ahead, it's okay," He kissed her ear, whispering gently into it. "You can play with it."
He felt her shiver and then heard her hum, a noise that made his loins clench. Her nails scratched down corded abs and a tapered waist before stopping at the thick hair trail leading down to where he needed her most. His cock twitched in anticipation, dripping with pearlescent precome that dangles from his slit that is soon smeared over his head by Asuka's fingers gripping his shaft. Marshall sputtered, nearly toppled over the younger girl's body when she twisted her fist, but managed to keep his composure more or less.
"Ooh, that's it..." He rocked a little in her hand. "That's good, baby, keep touching it..." He flinched when her nail caught the rim of his cockhead, a delightful scratch that made him moan.
"Is that okay?" Her lips brush his temple.
"Oh fuck, that's better than okay..." He breathed sharply into her neck, content with just laying here, letting her play with his cock, but knew better than to neglect her. Hissing through clenched teeth, Marshall sat straight up and smiled down at Asuka.
"But..." He clasped her sides and squeezed her gently. "I shouldn't be the only one having all the fun, don't you think?"
"Are you gonna stick it in me now?" She sat up with him, until the underside of his prick was smothered by her bare belly, and swirled her thumb around the tip again. "Is Law-san going in my...pussy?"
"Fuck..." Marshall could hardly believe what he was hearing. Asuka must have learned some slang from Reina; foul language that did wonders getting his prick hard.
"Yeah, yeah lemme see it, baby," He hugged her and rubbed himself along her navel, kissing her hair, hips still pumping like an engine. "Lemme see how wet you are for me..."
Asuka peered up at Marshall, fingers quick to hook into her shorts so she could pull them down. Marshall watched with bated breath, eyes roaming over wide hips and a peachy pink pussy smeared wet with her arousal once it was revealed to him. Marshall's immediate reaction was to cup it in his hands.
"Law-san..."
"So fuckin' pretty, hon," He stuck his fingers between puffy cunt lips and poked her clit. "God, you're soaked..."
"It's like this a lot," Asuka remarked. "Every night before I went back to the inn, my pussy was always wet for you, L-Law-san..."
"All for me...?" He was getting drunk off her neediness. "Did you ever take care of yourself?"
"Uh-huh... I'd rub myself, pretend it was you." She shuddered and gripped his cock tight. "But it was never enough for me..."
"Poor baby..." Had he known any better about her feelings he would've gladly offered a hand, his cock, his mouth whatever the hell she wanted. "Don't worry, I'm here." He laid her back down to the bed, hand still planted firmly between her legs. "I'll take care of it, take care of you..."
"Are you gonna make me come?" She nestled herself in the sheets, legs spread wide for him. "On your cock...?"
"Fuck yes, baby, if that's what you want." Marshall threw his chef's jacket off as he settled himself between her thighs, thick prick bouncing against the curve of her pubis and flattened belly. "I'll bounce you in my lap, eat you out, use my fingers, I'll do anything you want me to."
"Here is okay," She spread her puffy kitty open just for him, trembling lines of slick stretched over her virgin hole. "This is where I want Law-san the most..."
Marshall licked his lips, eyes trained on the sweet little slit that would soon stretch around his cock. It's so very tiny compared to the rest of her and he questioned if he'd even fit, but the shine on her flesh and the tremble of her clit tempted Marshall too much to not try.
"Are you sure?" He asked one more time, on the brink of losing control. "It'll hurt."
"It's worth it," Asuka wrapped her legs around his waist. "Please, Law-san, I need you..."
"...Okay, hon," That was all the permission he needed. "We're gonna go real slow, alright?"
She was silent but acknowledged his words with a nod. Marshall leaned over her and angled himself along her slit, splitting hairless lips apart with the blunt tip of his cockhead. Not unlike a sex-starved virgin, Marshall closed his eyes and breathed sharply through his nose, the plushness of her maidenhead nearly overwhelming him. God, how long has it been now... A decade? No, it's been longer than that, way too long. He supposed it was worth it though; he simply had to wait for Asuka to show up in his life. He doesn't care how fucked up it is or how fast they were moving; he'd marry this girl and make her a mother in a heartbeat if he could.
Marshall weaved his fingers into Asuka's once he noticed a tear in her eye. He's quick to coddle and comfort her as he slowly popped her cherry, careful not to give her more than what she could handle when he managed to fit a third of himself inside of her.
" L-Law-san ..." She flinched. It made her pussy flutter around him. "Oh God, Law-san..."
"S'okay, baby, I'm here; do you need a break?"
"No... No, no." She bucked up into him and bore the pain. "Keep going, take me, sir..."
"God, honey..." Marshall claimed her lips again, back to working his cock inch by steady inch into her quim. "Okay, I'll keep it going, just stay with me. You're doing good." He was halfway in now, cock now glistening with blood and arousal. Asuka held her breath during all of it.
" Hnng ..." Her tear finally fell and rolled down her cheeks like raindrops on a leaf. " I-Itai ..."
"Breathe for me, sweetie, you gotta breathe."
"Okay, okay..." Asuka braced herself on his biceps. She's tense and tight, but Marshall managed to unwind her enough with his prick to push all the way through, until his pubic bone nudged her clit.
He moaned aloud, vocal and wanton while Asuka whined like a pleading child. She held him like one and called him like one, but still wanted it all the same. Marshall was more than ready to feed her pussy what it needed and rolled his hips, cock knocking against her cervix.
"A-Ah...!"
A new noise escaped Asuka, followed by a gasp for air. Her pussy clenched around him and grew wetter with virginal need. Marshall liked the reaction he spurred from her and kept fucking into her womb, treating his prick like a dipper in a honey pot.
"You feel amazing, Asuka..." Marshall mumbled into her skin as he dragged his wet lips over her chin. "Such a sweet pussy..."
"Law-san..." She cooed like a baby. "That... That feels..."
"Call me "Marshall," baby," He licked into her ear. "Say my name when I fuck you."
"M-Marshall..." She grabbed at his hair, eyes rolling deep into the back of her head. "Marshall, Marshall..."
He fucked her properly then, his thrusts languid and steady. He doesn't go fast and doesn't stay slow, just kept stirring her insides, flat of his shaft racking her g-spot. Asuka arched her back and started moving in time with Marshall as she smoothed her hands over his neck, unable to let him go. Marshall is no better; he practically drowned her in kisses as he held her body in a vice grip, too out of his mind to pull away.
"Asuka..." He closed his eyes shut. "God, baby girl, so perfect for me..."
"Your cock feels so good...!" Asuka dug her nails into his back. "Keep going, Marshall, please!"
Marshall responded to her plea by moving faster, hips pumping so he could pound her little pussy into a quivering pulp. Asuka screamed while Marshall grunted like an animal, unable to hold himself back when the squelch of his cock pummeling her womb and Asuka's ecstatic cries sent him into a fervor. Consumed by his lusts and wanting nothing more than to be as physically close to Asuka as humanly possible, Marshall hoisted the teenager into the air and fucked into her that way. Asuka yelped in surprise, but didn't mind the position change, and wrapped her arms around Marshall's neck to hold herself upright. He kissed her again, a deep and passionate one on the lips that only ended when he felt his loins clench.
"Oh fuck ...!" He cursed, his thrusts frantic and hips stuttering. "Oh my God, baby, I'm gonna...!" He had enough presence of mind to try pulling out, but Asuka put a stop to that by grinding down on him. It took the air right out of his lungs.
"Do it inside, please do it inside!" She begged. "I wanna feel it, I wanna feel Marshall's come fill me up...!"
Marshall knew he shouldn't do it, but she sounded too fucking sweet for him to even consider pulling out. Before he knew it, Marshall was shuddering and sputtering like a busted engine when he finally came, rutting so harshly into Asuka's guts he felt her cervix pulse. Asuka panted out loud, breaths so laborious and heavy he thought she was ready to pass out, but she was still plenty lucid enough to peck his lips and chin, pussy fluttering like crazy when the last of his load trickled out from her entrance.
"Hold me, Marshall..." She hugged him tightly. "Don't let me go..."
"Wouldn't dream of it, hon..."
Marshall gently lowered Asuka back to his bed before rolling over so she could lay on his chest and stomach. His wilting cock stayed snug in her cunt, warmed by clenching muscles that refuse to let him go. Asuka is quick to nuzzle her face into the scars on his chest while Marshall rubbed her back.
"I don't wanna go back to Japan..." She blurted out.
"I know, if I could marry you I would..." He kissed her hair. "But we have to make the most of it."
"Let's just stay like this." She closed her eyes. "I don't wanna think about it too much."
"Of course, baby." Marshall smiled as he did the same. "Whatever you want."
Marshall heard Asuka mumble something in Japanese, but didn't press her on it. Instead, he relaxed and followed Asuka's advice.
He didn't think about her leaving until the dreaded day came.
The night before her flight, Asuka bidded Marshall farewell with a hug and a kiss before giving him her contact information. Marshall wasn't the least bit tech savvy, but he tried for her sake, and called her when he could. She almost always answered despite their time zone differences and talked to him for hours if she could help it, usually when Asuka's male relatives weren't around.
It was a strange albeit comforting situation Marshall had found himself. He never thought he'd be engaging in something so juvenile, but there he was, getting giddy like a teenaged boy when he saw her name pop up on his landline.
Eight months had passed since her vacation and Marshall kept himself busy with his restaurant and his dojo to keep the "demons" out of his head. While chopping away at a bundle of green onions, Forrest had entered the kitchen and gave him today's mail.
"Here ya go, pop."
"Thanks." Marshall stopped what he was doing to take the stack from him before sighing. "More bills, huh?"
"Your favorite."
"Great," Marshall rolled his eyes as he sifted through utility after utility bill. He was ready to throw the pile on top of the table he used to serve Asuka food on before he happened upon a gold envelope sealed with white wax. The hell...?
He quickly tore it open and pulled out its contents.
It was two airline tickets and a spicy note written in perfect English.
"Hey, old man," It read. "This brat is getting on my last goddamn nerve. She's so miserable and shit without you, so I did you the favor and got you a ticket since you're too fucking broke to afford one. You're welcome. P.S. Bring that blonde guy with you; I think we can have a lot of fun together~ Love, Reina ˚ʚ ɞ˚"
Marshall stood there, wide eyed, and then laughed.
That fuckin' brat...
"Hm?" Forrest looked back at his father. "Something up, dad?"
"Nah, I'm good." He smoothed his hand over his goatee and smiled. "I'm real good."