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Jisung found himself sitting on one of the pomegranate trees at the edge of your family's farm. You were in the meadow making a flower crown out of wildflowers. You had a bunny on your lap feeding it one of the vegetables from the garden.

“Mother is definitely going to notice this. But don’t worry I’ll get rid of the traps.” You kissed the bunny’s head.

Jisung thought you look angelic right now. How dare that women say she didn’t want you to marry her son. He could stay in this tree for hours watching you. He didn’t know he did in fact do that, not until he heard your mother call you in for dinner. Jisung turned his head towards your house and the sun was setting.

“Coming Mother!” You placed the bunny back on the ground, you pushed its little behind. “Go home. I’ll leave you more vegetables out here tomorrow.” You winked at the little animal.

You rushed back to your house, running throw the fruit trees and vegetables garden.

“___ what did I tell you about feeding the rabbits?”

You pouted and looked down, saying lowly “Not to.”

“Yes. That only lets them think they can come here and have their way with our produce.”

“I know Mother. But they are still innocent animals I just want to take care of them.”

She rubbed your head and sighed. “I know dear. Maybe if you came down to the market you could find yourself a husband and you can have children soon. Sungchan was looking for you at the stand.”

Your cheeks turned pink at the mention of having a family with Sungchan. Your Mother started to laugh, “God's mother never in a million years. I’m going inside.” You stomped away.

Jisung chuckled from his perch in the tree. You turned back towards the trees. Jisung made eye contact with you but he was sure you couldn’t see him. You could never see him.

With you stopped just outside your house your mother asked, “Is there something wrong? Did you see something out there ___?”

You shook your head. “I thought I heard someone laughing but I think it was in my head. Let’s go inside. What is for dinner?”

“Lamb skewers.” She told you.

Jisung watched as the two of you went into your home shaking his head. He ripped a pomegranate off the tree biting it a few times before dropping it down. “She can never see me.”

“Mother please don’t make me go to the market today.” You begged.

“___ Sungchan has been looking for you. This is your chance to get married. He is going to inherit trading imports.”

“Mother your obsession with power and money is very concerning. I will get married when I want to. To who I want to. As long as I love him that's all that matters to me. If Sungchan truly wants to see me tell him where I am and he should make an effort to see me.”

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“At least come to the market after picking what is ripe today. No feeding the vermin. If you are the bad vegetables and fruits. Your mother walked away from your home.

You went outside with a basket going through the garden picking the good items. You went as slow as you could so you wouldn’t be forced to spend time with all of the people of your town.

It was only early morning when you reached the trees. You picked some peaches, apples, and pomegranates. You were climbing one of the pomegranate trees.

Jisung rolled on his side after hearing rustling near his ears. When he opened his eyes he saw you reaching for a pomegranate above his head. He was closed enough to make out the small freckles under your eyes. They look like constellations. He felt your breath against his face. Jisung kept inching away until he fell off the tree.

You looked down into Jisung’s eyes while he sat against the fence.

“Bunny?” You asked.

Jisung heard little chortles coming from the bunny you were feeding the other day. He smiled in relief and he stopped holding his breath.

He had already spent too much time in the mortal realm. He needed to get home to the underworld, Cerberus was probably missing him and ripping things apart. He walked past you ready to go back home.

“I guess I can take a break and spend time with you.” You smiled at her putting the basket down. You found a pomegranate with a few bites taken out of it and rotting a little bit. “I guess I can give you this.” You went to reach for it.

Jisung seeing you reach for the fruit made him anxious. If you were to feed the bunny a piece of the fruit it would kill it instantly. It would break your heart in front of his eyes.

He ripped his ring off grabbing your wrist. You gasped dropping the pomegranate.

“You don’t want to eat that.” Jisung picked up the pomegranate making it disappear in his hands.

“Who are you? How did you do that?” You questioned.

He waved his hand in front of your face causing you to fall right into his arms like you were asleep.

Jisung propped you under the shade of the tree. You would awake in an hour having no memory of what happened here.

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“___! ___!” Your eyes fluttered open to hear your name being chanted. “Are you alright?” Sungchan asked coming up to you feeling your head.

“What happened?” You asked.

“You must have stayed out in the sun for too long.” Sungchan picked you up and brought you inside the house.

“Did you not see the boy that was-”

“What boy? There was no one out there with you.” He told you. “You must have hallucinated. You should limit your time out there.” He scolded you putting a wet cloth on your head to bring down your temperature.

“I could’ve sworn I saw this boy he told me not to give the bunny a rotting pomegranate.”

Sungchan shook his head. “___ you need to rest. I’ll tell your mother what happened and for her not to worry. I’ll tell her that I made sure you ate and your temperate was brought down. Here have some of the vegetables.”

He handed you the basket of vegetables for you to eat from.

“My mother and I will come over tonight with dinner.”

“Sungchan that isn’t necessary. It’s no secret your mother doesn’t really like me and this seems like another thing for her to comment about my head being in the clouds.”

He sighed feeling bad about how his mother’s comments and gossip had gotten their way back to you. He lightly touched your face, “I’ll check on you tomorrow then to make sure you are ok.” Sungchan then proceeds to tell you to take it easy the rest of the day.

You decided to listen going to your room laying down. You took out paper and charcoal trying to remember the boy's face that you saw in the garden.

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“Jisung you know better than to go to the mortal realm. It’s forbidden for you to go.” Johnny scolded his younger brother.

“Johnny if you were in my position you would do the same thing. You would do it 1000 times over. Maybe I should call your wonderful wife and tell her about your many affairs.”

“Hey leave my wife out of this.” Johnny pointed at him. “We made a deal, I watch over the heavens, Hendery the sea, and you the underworld.”

“Yeah except with you and Hendery you guys can be outside, you interact with the mortals. You aren’t surrounded by the sounds from the dearly departed.” Jisung said gesturing to the place he calls home. “All I’m asking is a little leeway. I just want to visit the mortal word twice a month.”

Johnny sighed. “Fine twice. That is it. If I find out you have been there more than that you will face my wrath.”

“I wouldn’t ignore my duties as a god of the underworld. I’m not you Johnny.” Jisung laughed.

Johnny smacked the back of his brother's head before leaving.

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“Minjeong you don’t understand. Look at him.” You shoved the paintings and drawings.

“He is quite beautiful. He also looks very god-like. Where have you seen him?”

“Minjeong I told you he was here in the garden.” You told her picking up a vegetable from your stand. “I was going to give the bunny a piece of pomegranate, he grabbed me, and told me not to eat it.”

“Have you seen him around since then?” She asked.

“No…it makes me feel like I’m crazy. Sungchan thinks I’ve gone crazy.”

“What? He doesn’t want to marry you anymore?” Minjeong laughed as a joke.

“I don’t think I ever was going to marry him. His mother doesn’t like me much and he is a little too persistent.”

“Excuse me Miss are you selling you these paintings?” Someone asked holding one of the portraits that were resting on the table.

You snatched it out of his hand. He looked a little flabbergasted that you did that.

“Uh..sorry I’m not selling them just a hobby of mine.” You told him.

“I just want one. I’ll buy it with this entire barrel of grapes.” He told you.

“Deal!” Minjeong shouted shaking his hand. He dropped a satchel on the table, taking the paper and wheeling the grapes along with him.

“Minjeong that was my best rendition of that mysterious boy's face.”

She was going through the bag. “No way you were giving up gold for a drawing you can do again.” She showed you the inside the bag.

“How did you know it was gold?”

“One by the weight of the bag that was hanging off his side. Two by the way he was dressed. Guys like that only ever carry gold.”

“You are truly amazing.” You smiled at her giggling.

As soon as Haechan saw the drawing on the table he just had to show Chenle. It was the spinning image of Jisung.

“The hell? Why did you buy a barrel of grapes?” Chenle asked drinking starring at the boats.

“You are going to laugh,” Haechan said.

“You want me to make us wine with it? Yeah real fucking hilarious. I’m going to buy a grape plant and ask you to grow it.”

“The sun isn’t the only thing that makes plants grow. We would need Hendery to help too. If you are going to be a smart mouth do it properly. Look at this drawing doesn’t it look exactly like Jisung.”

Chenle glanced at the paper spitting out his wine almost all over the paper.

“Told you to look at it not spray it with your grape juice.”

Chenle grabbed the drawing laughing a little.

“What is funny?” Haechan said.

“Johnny was telling me about how a certain king of his domain was becoming lonely and wanting to come here every month. Johnny made the deal with Jisung. What if Jisung has a little girlfriend?”

“Jisung would never risk interacting with a mortal. He was rewarded with coming here, risking it he could lose it all.”

“Looks like we are taking a trip to the underworld,” Chenle said grabbing Haechan making their way to the land of the dead.

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“Wow, you guys this is impressive. Who has been teaching you guys how to draw?” Jisung asked not caring.

“We didn’t do this,” Chenle said.

“A girl in a small village, who harvest fruits and vegetables.”

“___?” Jisung asked out loud.

“Is she your little girlfriend?” Chenle joked.

Jisung sighed. “No. She is just one of the people I watch when I visit. I was hungry and went to her farm. She was going to feed a bunny a fruit I touched the bunny would have died. I stopped her and made her forget she saw me.”

“Well, clearly she didn’t forget you,” Haechan said. “This was one of many paintings and drawings she had.”

“Jisung did you want her to forget you? You can’t get someone to forget unless you have full intention of doing so.” Chenle pointed out.

Jisung decided to ignore him looking over the books of new souls that were joining the ranks soon.

“Johnny did say you were getting lonely. If you like her maybe make an effort to get to know her. I think she will be open to talking to you, considering you are driving mad.”

“Enough of this I wish not to speak about this anymore!” Jisung yelled. “Leave, unless you guys want Johnny to find out what you are doing?”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Haechan said evaporating into the air.

“Just think about Jisung,” Chenle said leaving.

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You were out late in the garden getting lost in another drawing. The wind was blowing the edges of the paper making it harder for you to get the exact details. Even the bunny next to you was rubbing up against you.

“I know it is cold Bunny, but this is the best place to draw his face. I can just see it.” You tell the bunny petting its little head.

“It’s getting dark you shouldn’t be out here. It’s getting cold.” Someone said from one of the trees.

You looked up to see the mysterious boy from all those weeks ago. “You! Who are you?” You asked.

He chuckled coming down from the tree. “I’m Jisung, God of the Underworld. I heard you were looking for me.” He leaned down to your draw taking it from under the rocks. “The likeness is there. You are good at this. Too bad I have to make you forget, this time I mean it.”

“Please don’t make me forget. I want to remember.” You got up and touched his face. “You have a beautiful face.”

He looked at her fingers gracing their presence on his cheekbones.

“Oh, I’m sorry I should have asked permission to touch you.” You retracted your hand.

He grabbed your hand. “I never said I didn’t like it.”

You held your breath. “You are god?” You asked him.

“Yes. I oversee the underworld. I can control all who are there and the keeper of souls.”

“Sounds like a full-time job. Why come the world of the living?”

“Why don’t you want to forget?”

“You piqued my interest. You add color to my bland world.”

A gust of wind came sending shivers up your arms. You grabbed your own arms rubbing them up and down.

“It’s getting colder out these days, it means winter is coming. You shouldn’t spend your afternoons outside anymore. And the bunny has to go into hibernation soon, you should stop feeding her because she won’t be able to provide for herself.” He told you petting them on top of the bunny’s head.

“How did you know that?”

“Sometimes I watch you. You are the few of interesting people here. Go inside I have to be going home.”

“Will you be back?”

“Soon. By ___.” He said disappearing into the air.

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The colder weather was starting to settle in some of the later vegetables and fruits were harder to harvest. It took days or weeks for multiple of them to come in bundles.

Your mother preferred you to stay home on these days. Her visits to the markets were short.

You were going to spend the afternoon making bread and meat for the night.

It has been weeks since the mysterious boy Jisung. Well, you guessed he wasn’t a boy, he was a god he could be thousands of years older than her.

“Smells good. Your bread looks like cute little bunnies.” You were hunched over the tray forming the dough when you heard a familiar voice.

“Jisung!” You turned around and he was sitting at the table.

“You sound excited. Did you miss me?”

You tucked your lips in to stop yourself from smiling. “H..How long are you staying?”

“I’m only allowed one day. Two days a month, don’t want to waste my days.”

“Waste of your time?”

“Not you. I want to see you more.”

“I’m sorry there isn’t anything to do anymore around here. It is too cold to stay outside. I’m making dinner for the next few nights for my mother and me. Vegetable stew and bread. I have to stay and watch the bread.”

Jisung smirked and snapped his fingers baking the bread in full. “What do you want to do now?”

You smiled. “As I said there is nothing to do around here.”

He clicked his tongue, “I know a place. Just hold my hand.” He held a hand towards you.

You held his hand lightly and with a snap of his fingers again you were in the middle of a garden. There was a small blanket and fruit.

“Wow. It is so pretty here.” You said.

“It is a secret place I go to sometimes. No one can find us here. God or mortal. Eat some of the food.”

It felt like hours you spent in this private garden with Jisung eating and talking.

“You said you were lonely, why is that? Don’t all gods and goddesses have a significant other?”

He scoffed. “Yes for the most part. We have at least someone. If you ask my brother Johnny he can never have a enough. But no goddess or demigoddess has ever found me..charming. They also don’t like where I live.”

“The underworld?’ He simply nodded. “I’m sure it isn’t as bad as they say. I’m sure that it is scary for mortals and their souls. If you are from there it can’t be that bad.”

“Cerberus would like you.” He said offhandedly.

“Who is Cerberus?”

“He is my dog. He has three heads.”

You dropped the apple you were eating. “A three-headed dog?! That is so cool. Does he kiss you one head at a time or all at once?”

“He tries all at once.” Jisung laughed.

“Can I meet him?” You asked.

Jisung's expression changed entirely, “No mortals are allowed to the underworld alive.”

“I see.”

“Do not try and kill yourself either because if I wanted to I can send you back to humanity.”

“I promise I won’t. I’ll just have to be patient and wait.”

“I hope I never have to see you there,” Jisung said coldly.

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“You are sneaking off a lot. Are you and Sungchan meeting up?” Your mother questioned.

“No Mother. It’s not like that. I just..I’m feeding the bunnies I go to where they hibernate for the winter I give them grain.”

She rolled her eyes. “You are a horrible liar just like your father. If you are meeting that boy all I ask is get married before anything…”

“Mother! Don’t say those things.” You yelled.

“I’m just trying to protect my daughter from men.”

“You make no sense! You have gone insane!” You shouted leaving your home.

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Johnny rubbed his temples listening to what his brother was asking. “You want four days now! It hasn’t even been 3 months. I knew once you got a taste of freedom-”

“I’m in love.”

“That was unexpected. With who? With a nymph? A Demi-god?”

“A mortal, brother.”

“You know you can’t marry her just because it is impossible. You get to live forever and she- Wait I have an idea. She will live forever.”

Jisung perked up at his idea.

“The next time you go there present her with a pomegranate, have eaten the 12 seeds she will live with you forever. It would give her the ability to be immortal.” Johnny gifted him the pomegranate making it appear in his hand.

“You are doing this with no strings attached?” Jisung asked.

“Just want to see my brother happy. I promise nothing bad will happen.”

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Jisung brought you to the garden once again. This time he only had one fruit for you.

“___, I brought you here for a reason this time besides spending time with you.”

“What is it Jisung?” You asked looking up at him.

He took a deep breath before he proposed to you. “___ I want to be with you. Forever. You can be immortal eating 12 of the pomegranate seeds you can stay with me.”

“What would this mean? Who would I be?” You asked.

“You would be my queen. Queen of the underworld. Everything that is mine is yours.” He told you. “I love you. I want you to have everything in the world and underworld.”

“I can’t. Not because I don’t love you. My mother still needs me. My father left us and she needs my help. I have duties here in the mortal world.”

“Eat 6 of them.”

“6?”

“6 you spend half of the year the summer and the spring with her take care of her. In the autumn and winter, you live with me. I can’t imagine living without you.”

“It is your will? Everything that is yours is truly mine.”

“Promise with all my heart.” He said grabbing your hands.

You cracked the pomegranate open taking 6 of the seeds swallowing them whole.

“I have to say goodbye to my mother and I’m all yours.” You told him.

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It had been 6 months, it felt very short. You were sad you were leaving the underworld for such a long time. You were leaving your family all over again.

“I know you’ll miss me Cerbbie. But I’m sure Jisungie won’t neglect you.” You talked to Cerberus.

“I never neglect him. It’s me you should be worried about. You balance me out, what will I do without you.” He pouted wrapping his arms around you.

“You can still come and visit. Don’t be too cruel to everyone here and the lost souls.” You punched his cheeks in response.

“My heart is aching. I wish you didn’t have to go.” He rested his head on yours.

You brought his face to your lips giving him a longing kiss. “I will be home soon. I love you.” You went to leave but Jisung was still holding onto you.

“Jisung you have to let go. Unless you want to spend your days working for mortals neglecting your duties as king of the underworld, and hiding from Johnny. And be at risk of Jaemin and Haechan finding you and taunting you.”

He retreated away from you next to Cerberus. “I think I’m needed here more. But I’m still going to come to see you. And if that Sungchan even gets near you I will rip his soul from him.”

“No, you won’t. You do that I will be angry with you.” You scolded him.

“Anything for my precious flower.” He kissed your cheek. “Go before I change my mind.” He rushed you off.

You couldn’t wait to come back to him again because he was your everything.

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“alright, everything looks good there.” toji pulls out the wooden tongue depressor and discards it into a nearby trash can. he picks up the stethoscope around his neck, preparing to place the diaphragm on your chest.

“wait,” you interrupted, holding his wrist to prevent him from moving any further. he paused his actions proceeding to raise an eyebrow at you.

“what is it, sweetheart?”

you opened your mouth to say something before closing your mouth again.

gosh this is embarrassing.

you shift your eyes to the side as you bit your bottom lip. your thighs begin to slowly rub against each other, trying to relieve your now growing arousal.

not even seconds later, toji caught on to your actions and moved his gaze to your thighs. he couldn’t help but to grin widely to himself.

“what do we have here?” his tone is deep as he walks closer to you, separating your legs as he begins snuggling himself between them.

you could feel your face getting hot as his hands lightly ghost over your waist to then settle comfortably on your thighs. his hand makes it’s way to lightly cup your face in order to meet his.

“you look so adorable like this,” toji whispers to you, his hand inching towards your inner thigh. you let out a quiet whimper at his movements. his fingers snake their way under your skirt, performing small circles on your clothed clit. toji hums in amusement.

“you’re already so wet for me,” he grunted lowly, “and i’ve barely even touched you yet.”

you groan, throwing your head back out of frustration.

“just touch me...” you whined, your voice trailing into a whisper. he averts his green hues back to yours as he moves your panties to the side.

“gettin’ desperate now, are we?” he remarked. toji trailed his finger down your slit, hovering his fingers right over your cunt.

“tell me, baby. do you want my fingers inside you?” he cooed, stroking your head. you nodded desperately.

“i can’t hear you.”

“yes, please toji. i want you.. i need you.”

toji smiled in satisfaction, “that’s my girl.” he slipped his fingers inside you resulting in a moan of pleasure to escape your mouth. your hand gripped his shoulder, eyes clouded with lust.

“mmh toji, toji!” you chanted. the pleasure was overwhelming. toji maintained eye contact with you the whole time, only breaking it to watch his fingers be sucked in and out by you.

“so lewd…” he whispered to himself, his fingers all covered with your slick. sounds of squelching and moans were the only sounds filling the room; it was music to toji’s ears. he sped up the pace of his fingers, causing your moans to turn into high whimpers.

“—ah! toji, please l-let me…” toji’s hand covered your mouth, interrupting you from your sentence.

“shh, don’t forget where we are,” he grinned, moving his face closer to yours. “but who am i kidding. you’d probably get off to the thought of other people hearing you moan like a bitch in heat, wouldn’t you.”

you groan, “no toji, i’d only ever— ah!”

“that’s it, take daddy’s fingers like the good-for-nothing whore you are.” toji wraps his free arm around your waist to support you.

his words made you squeeze your eyes shut, the familiar and overwhelming feeling beginning to build up throughout your body. your muffled moans got louder, tears filling your eyes.

“toji, please. i-i’m about to c-cum.” you pant, your breathing beginning to become unsteady.

“come on baby, cum on my fingers. you can do it for me, i know you can.” toji let out a deep moan at the feeling of your pussy pulsating on his fingers. “c’mon, you’re doing so well for me.”

your back arches at the wave of your release as you let out a loud moan; your eyes half-lidded as you fall onto toji’s chest right after. your pants fill the room, trying to get your breathing steady again. you grip toji’s coat as you look up at him,

“s’ good to me…” you mumble as toji chuckled at your current state.

“anything for you, my pretty angel.”

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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