#age difference cw

   She saw how hard her teachers worked for them, even when they spat in their faces, slept during class, or otherwise rabble roused in or outside of the classroom. It was admirable. 

  Perhaps Chancellor Samejima detected that in Asuka - that admiration - and that was what had spurred him to reach out to her and advise her. He was a teacher with a scope so enormous, Asuka could hardly begin to describe his wisdom and so, she listened intently.

   She had the whole world at her feet.

   She would graduate soon and be welcome to step out into that big, wide world. Its size was terrifying. Asuka was but a speck in it and had no idea what to do with herself. She didn’t crave victory like Ryo nor did she have the stars aligned like Judai, she didn’t need to have the world chanting her name like Manjoume or Edo and so, she found herself at a loss.

   Of course, Asuka had good grades across the board but aside from Duel Monsters, she didn’t have a specific passion for literature, mathematics, or science. However, it was that broadness which made her ideal for a teaching position. 

   Cynical as it may, those who can’t, did in fact teach.

   Just look at Ayukawa Emi.

   She was the quintessential definition of the adage. Ayukawa-sensei had mentioned here and there. She had turned down modelling positions and acting in advertisements to teach because she felt that her brains were more her calling than her beauty. Asuka didn’t disagree, Ayukawa-sensei was her favourite and she wouldn’t appreciate her for her if she only knew her as “that lady in that one yoghourt” advertisement.

   Asuka had seen the extra mile Ayukawa-sensei went for the ladies dorm of Obelisk Blue firsthand. 

  When Asuka first arrived on Duel Academy Island, she felt clueless and naive but when she saw Ayukawa-sensei with her clipboard, that confusion turned to security. Her bright smile was so welcoming, she pointed Asuka in every direction she needed and more. 

   (A couple years later, Asuka would find herself echoing those exact words to her own underclassmen, thinking of her teacher with a flutter in her heart.)

   And afterwards, whenever Asuka had a worry - no matter how small, if it was school related or in regards to her social life - she always had a trusted ally in Ayukawa-sensei. She had literally seen it all. Thanks to her own high school experiences but what she had learned in the life after high school because yes, friendly reminder, it did in fact exist.

   She hosted ice-cream socials and slumber parties. She made sure everyone did exercises best suited to their body type or their goals. She was serious and no-nonsense when it came down to the hammer but outside of that, she was a joy to be around with a fun sense of humour. 

   Asuka had a whole scrapbook of memories to reminisce through when it came to Ayukawa Emi.

   Most good but some bad, too. Like with the early part of the ordeal involving Yubel.

   The silver lining in that particular situation was that Ayukawa-sensei’s heart of gold truly got to shine because of it. Her wide range of medical knowledge had been a huge difference maker when the school had gotten stranded in the Spirit World. She had done well to hold down the fort and patch up injuries until she literally couldn’t under Yubel’s influence.

   But afterwards, even though it wasn’t her fault, she had literally been possessed, Ayukawa-sensei still apologised for her actions. She didn’t assume her heroics from before made up for the hurt she had caused as one of the mobbed, zombie-like members of the cohort in the fugue state under Yubel’s influence. She didn’t have to do that but it was important to her integrity that she did. Asuka respected that.

   She always had, of course.

   It was these moments that Asuka held onto as she decided to solidify her life’s path. She wanted to be a teacher like her beloved Ayukawa Emi. Nurse, physician, physical education instruction, dorm leader. She really, truly was everything and she did it all with that gorgeous smile, too.

   No wonder Asuka had watched her from the students’ pews in the lecture hall long enough for purely mentoral admiration to turn into a crush.

   It was hard saying goodbye… but Asuka didn’t want to. Or at least not like she was meant to. 

   For the past three years, Asuka had found herself contending with a rather inappropriate crush. She would be the first to admit it but only to herself. Because of all those things like the age gap and the power imbalance, Asuka was terrified to talk openly about it. 

   She mentioned it in passing to her brother, vying to be told to knock it off yet wanting to be validated by the same token. It was confusing and contradictory because that’s what matters of the heart tended to be like. And, annoyingly, Fubuki did consider himself to be a “love doctor”. Whatever that meant.

    So, for better or for worse, he knew more about these sorts of things than her but he encouraged it. Likely only because he only knew about the lesbian aspect of it. He probably wouldn’t be so gungho about encouraging her if he knew that the girl that Asuka had her eyes on wasn’t a girl but rather a woman.

   Either way, Fubuki did remind Asuka, she did have a box of costume jewellery in her room. Odds and ends, knicks and knacks that had been collected over the years from various female family members. Though, she wasn’t much of a jewellery person, maybe her mystery lover was.

   Looking through that box, after Fubuki left, Asuka did find something. It wasn’t satisfactory but maybe it would be good enough. It was only costume jewellery to people whose families weren’t so endowed with wealth like theirs were. 

   Something to think about and Asuka did way too much of it. She wrote scripts and speeches in her head. She mulled over the pros and cons. All of it leading to the realistic outcome that confessing might rid Asuka of these feelings.

   So now, at the culmination of these past three years with her crush, Asuka decided to act on it. 

   “Ayukawa-sensei, can I speak with you?” Asuka asked. “One last time before I graduate. I… I have something I need to get off my chest.”

   Ayukawa-sensei flashed her one of her trademark, beauty queen smiles, “Of course, Asuka, anytime.”

   “Thank you.” Asuka said.

   “Oh and Asuka?”

   “Yes.”

   “Please, call me Emi. You aren’t going to be my student for much longer.”

   She giggled impishly and reluctantly, Asuka adjusted. She had been reminded once or twice before, this was Ayukawa-sensei- no, Emi’s way of trying to instil that Asuka, and her third year peers, were going to be adults soon. And so, she wanted to elevate them.

   Regardless, Ayukawa-sensei or Emi, Asuka felt her heart tremble in her chest. They excused themselves from the rest of the dorm, Emi took her somewhere private: the dorm office. It doubled as a guidance counsellor's because duh. That was a part of Emi’s duties as Ayukawa-sensei’s, too. Not just for the Obelisk Blue Dorm but for anyone who needed it.

   “Do you want to sit down?” Emi asked, gesturing to the chair on the student’s side of the desk: a heavy, four-legged thing which made Asuka all too aware of the imbalance between them.

   “No, I’m right, it should only be quick.” Asuka said.

   “Oh, okay, then.” Emi said and she awkwardly hovered by the corner of her desk. She had clearly been expecting a sit-down conversation.

   But with the nerves Asuka felt, her own legs felt wooden. Her heart raced in her chest and as Asuka gathered her thoughts, she must have taken too long. Her silence turned into a pregnant pause.

   “Whenever you're ready, I’m listening.” Emi added softly. 

  Asuka placed her hand on it, her fingers curled in against the grain as she took a deep breath. She lifted her head and her hand in one swift motion. Her eyes gleamed with determination.

   “I want you to wait for me.” Asuka announced and in a quick motion, she took Emi’s hands. They were baby soft and smelled vaguely of cucumber-melon lotion. Asuka gave them a firm squeeze as she looked Emi directly in the eyes. “I want to marry you.”

   “P-Pardon?” Emi exclaimed.

   Her eyes… How they looked, how they wavered, the way Emi was stricken with panic ever so quickly, it broke Asuka’s heart. She loosened up her grip on Emi but did not fully let go.

   “I want to be a teacher like you. I want us to be teachers together, one day, but I want to wait for you as well. I - I have had feelings for you for so long so please. Will you give me a chance?” Asuka asked. 

   “I -  I can’t, Tenjoin-kun-” 

   The switch from her name to her family name, it wounded Asuka. It was a salient reminder. She was not special. She had merely misunderstood. Those moments one-on-one they had shared prior, they had meant the world to Asuka but here merely one of many to Ayukawa-sensei.

   “Please, Emi.” Asuka tried once more, her heart fit to her break as her eyes welled up with tears. “I even have a ring.”

   Ayukawa-sensei pulled her hands away from within Asuka’s. She could feel Ayukawa-sensei’s skin crawl within the milliseconds long sensation of the rejection.

   And the hesitation. 

   “I can’t stop you from waiting.” she said. “But I won’t wait for you.”

   “I… I see, thank you, Ayukawa-sensei.” Asuka said and she stood back.

   Emi collapsed into her chair. Seemingly thankful to be away from Asuka but she hid the majority of her face in the seat of her palm. She sighed hard. Thoughtful. Maybe even hateful. Either hateful or shameful. 

   Asuka produced that ring she had mentioned. It was silver with a bead of glass which so closely resembled a garnet it could have been mistaken as such.

   “I’ll keep it.” Asuka said, alleviating some of the tension. She fiddled with it awkwardly, trying to shove it down the correct finger with haste.

   “Become a good teacher, Tenjoin-kun.” Emi said, taking her hand off her mouth.

Green green green, green as his eyes, it goes into his pocket and straight into your greedy little hands. It barely passes through the house he supposedly provides for, but how can he say no when you're riding his cock like an absolute whore in heat? All you have to do is bat those pretty lashes and pour those pretty lips and he's already falling over his feet to give you exactly what you want.

Sanzu has his drugs and his king, Takeomi has his queen - the owner of his heart despite the ring chained to his left ring finger. When you’re dancing across his lap, shimmying your ass in barely anything, glancing across your shoulder at the smouldering wilderness in his eyes, and he knows it's love, deeper than lust, despite the age difference.

He knows it when you're on your knees for him, all doe-eyed and distant, far gone as you choke around his length. you don't bat an eye when he tells you who he is, who he really is. You know his type. You know his wandering eyes and calloused hands. But somehow those rough fingers always return to you, gripping your flesh tight as he pulls you back on his cock, moaning into the back on your neck as his unspilled confession hang between the smell of sweat and sex. You don't stay for the drugs, booze, and Balenciaga, although Takeomi is eager to provide, anything to keep you curled up by his side, greeting you as he saunters into the club you work at. You, with your glittering eyes and vixen’s smile, snatching the cigarette from his mouth to leave lipstick stains on its length, blowing the smoke in his face as you straddle his lap. It always ends the same, him hiking up your dress to fuck you against the nearest surface, and leave you at the end of night, cum leaking down your thighs, watching him go home to his wife and son, his wedding ring glimmering in the neon light as he kisses your sweaty forehead in one final goodbye

You know he cares, how he wishes he could just have you, forever, for always. but he made his marital bed, and he must lie in it, even though it isn't just his son calling him Daddy in the late hours of the morning.

It isn't perfect, but what you have with him is electric, a live wire lust love, filled with sweat-soaked lies and false promises, and tender touches and lingering farewells. But you're satisfied with it, for now.

You meet Caesar for the first time while you’re eating at your favorite little cafe in the area, the quiet street the outdoor patio was set on perfect for relaxing whilst eating lunch. You’re interrupted from your thoughts when a loud yet polite voice cuts through the air— “Miss?” 

Their accent definitely isn’t from around here - it’s nice, though. Whoever the stranger was had a rich and soothing voice. When you turn around to see whoever it was that interrupted you, you’re practically speechless. You’d always had a thing for older man, but this man... He simultaneously looked like he had aged by fine wine while drinking from the Fountain of Youth at the same time. Whoever he was, you were lucky that he decided to talk to you, even if it only ended up being for a moment.

“Sorry for the interruption, cara. I’m new here and I’m a little lost. Could you point me in the direction of Pillar Real Estate?” The stranger smiles after he finishes speaking, looking effortlessly handsome. You gape for a moment before responding, pointing him down and around the corner to the building. “Grazie.” The stranger reaches down and grabs your hand lightly before he pulls it to his lips and grazes a barely there kiss over it. Before you can even respond — your face growing warm from the attention — he tugs a business card out of his pocket and hands it to you. The name reads ‘Caesar Zeppeli, Joestar-Zeppeli Real Estate’.

“Call me when you’re free if you’d like. I’d love to properly thank you for the directions.” The stranger - no, Caesar - pulls down his sunglasses and shoots you a wink before he hurries off around the corner, leaving you awestruck. Did he just... did he really... just give you his number? You double check and sure enough his personal number is written on the card. You’re not sure how he wrote it down so fast, but it’s not really important. You had to call him later. Tossing away an opportunity to meet with Caesar again would be criminal. 

When you do call back the next day, the phone only rings a couple times before Caesar is picking it up, smooth voice sending a shiver down your spine as he lists out some potential locations for your date. He assured you that it didn’t have to be romantic, but that you could certainly take it there if you wanted it... of course you wanted him. You doubt anyone has turned down Caesar a day in his life. 

You meet Caesar for dinner and a stroll, and find yourself whisked away by his charm and incredible stories the second he starts talking. You and Caesar chat the night away, finding yourselves with more in common than you thought - even if conversation had felt difficult during other dates you’d had in the past, talking with Caesar was effortless. You’re sure it’s only so easy because he’s done this a million times before, but you don’t mind - anyone would be lucky for a night with this man. 

When he goes to hug you at the end of the night - strong arms & broad chest pressed into you with the scent of his heady cologne wrapping around your mind - you move to kiss him so fast that you don’t even know what’s gotten into yourself. 

“Ah, eager are we, bella?” Caesar winks at you. “I’d be happy to continue our date, but it’s up to you.”

The second you nod, Caesar is practically busting down the door to get you inside and pressed against the wall, lips meeting yours in a feverish and desperate kiss. It’s impossible not to trail your hands along his muscles as he deepens the kiss, throaty moans sounding from him when your hands rub over certain spots. His hands roam across your body as well, though he’s more restrained in his touches - all it does is make you want more of him.

And more of Caesar you get - in your bedroom, on the couch, against the kitchen table, against the door before he has to leave the next day... You know you have to meet him again. The way he kisses you when he leaves - like you’re his long-term lover and not just a date - makes your heart flutter.

You never thought you’d end up with someone so much older than you, and yet Caesar is everything you could have wanted in a partner. 

It’s not long before regular dates turn into more and more nights spent at each other’s homes. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is - as long as there’s time and a suitable surface, Caesar is fucking you like his life depends on it. Mornings are often spent with his head between your legs until you can’t take it anymore. There are quickies in the afternoon when he just shoves your panties down and fucks you, or you end up on your knees in front of him. 

It’s not until one particular night that you find out Caesar’s biggest turn-on - you’re pressed into the bed with your legs by your shoulders as Caesar has you folded in half, his heavy balls slapping against you every time he thrusts forward. He’s babbling about something in Italian that you can’t understand until he breathes out your name and looks at you earnestly - “Bella, can I come inside you? Please?”

When you nod, pussy clenching around him at the thought, Caesar groans loud enough to give you goosebumps. He pumps into you faster and faster until he’s grunting out your name again, burying himself as deep inside of you as his cock can go. 

Caesar finishes you off with his fingers before he goes boneless and rolls off of you, sighing. You smirk at him. “So, you really liked that, hm?”

Your good-natured comment gets you more than you bargained for. Caesar is rolling over and pulling you up with him, eyes shining as he meets your own.

“I more than liked it. I want...” Caesar grumbles something that sounds like ‘Fucking JoJo’, before he turns back to you, the moonlight filtering through the windows illuminating the light flush to his skin. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but... I love you. Marry me?”

Your mouth falls open and your heart pounds in your chest - oh, you’re sure you want to marry him and you want to shout YES, but it’s like you’re frozen by surprise. Caesar looks worried when you don’t answer, but when he calls out your name, everything falls into place. There’s so much to discuss and experience together with Caesar.