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It was difficult to tell what was more miserable — the sweltering heat or you. The sun shone bright without a single cloud in the midday sky to block its unforgiving rays, and the last place you wanted to be was some fucking pool party.
It didn’t matter that your best friend had invited you, nor that you were nearing the end of your summer break and the majority of it had been spent rotting away in your apartment, curtains drawn, with some painfully mediocre sitcom playing on a loop for background noise as you wallowed in self-pity.
You were fresh off the heels of an excruciating breakup, and no matter what you did or where you went, you couldn’t shake off the sadness that still resided deep within your viscera.
A loud scream, followed by the sounds of water splashing up onto the bamboo deck, ripped you from your thoughts. The pool was filled to the brim with both your friends and strangers alike, one group off to the side playing beer pong on an inflatable with the other group playing chicken.
You saw a familiar head of orangish-brown hair as Nobara emerged from the water, a pout plastered on her face. She had been knocked clean off of Maki’s shoulders into the pool by Megumi, who was reluctantly perched atop Yuji’s.
The sounds of Nobara’s fussing could be heard throughout the entirety of the backyard, but you decided to tune it out instead and diverted your attention back upwards towards the cerulean sky above you.
Lazily extending your left arm outwards, you reached towards the small table resting next to your chair and wrapped your fingers around a glass bottle drenched with condensation.
Mindlessly you carefully brought it up to your lips, tilting it back, only to be disappointed by what awaited you. A handful of drops hit your tongue, and nothing more. Now you were the one scowling at the realization you had drunk it all.
Sure enough, you averted your gaze down, only to be met with an empty bottle.
You shouldn’t be nearly as annoyed as you currently were. It was just some shitty beer that Megumi’s cheap-ass father had purchased for today’s party, but with the way you felt, you didn’t think you could survive the day sober.
You felt the first bit of relief from the sun in hours as a shadow quickly grew over you, blocking it out.
“Want another?”
Speak of the devil.
A sly grin stretched across his face, with a pale-colored scar adorning it in the corner. His black hair fell effortlessly across his forehead as he slightly leaned over the back of your lounge chair, his smile somehow growing even larger.
“Mr. Fushiguro.” You nodded slightly, forcing a small smile back up at him.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re the only one not having fun.” He spared the pool a glance, motioning towards it.
You, however, kept your eyes firmly planted on him.
He was wearing a gray pair of swim trunks and a black shirt that was so tight, it looked like it might bust at the seams. In one hand, he held an unopened bottle of beer, and in the other, a half-smoked cigarette.
You had only met Megumi’s father a handful of times before, and certainly not enough to hold any sort of opinion on him. It was clear he wasn’t the most active father, and certainly you had heard stories from Megumi, but other than that, you didn’t know much about him.
“Here, take mine.” He twisted the cap off before extending the bottle down to you. “And just Toji is fine, sweetheart.”
You carefully grabbed onto the beer and took a hearty swig, allowing the ice-cold beverage to slip down your throat with ease.
Exactly what you needed.
“Thank you,” you nodded towards him, taking another sip.
He offered up nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgment as he tugged on a chair, dragging it towards yours. Thick tendrils of smoke wafted upwards from his mouth as he settled himself into it.
His attention was fully invested in whatever shenanigans were going on in the pool, and you used that as an opportunity to sneak a handful of glances in his direction. The heat was merciless, sparing absolutely no one, and he was no exception.
Beads of sweat had already begun forming across his body. A sheen illuminated by the sun’s relentless midday glare cascaded across his skin, filling in the curvature of his bicep as it flexed, bringing the cigarette up to his lips. Your mouth nearly went dry at the sight.
Had he always looked this fucking good?
You were quick to divert your eyes away and back towards your drink that was now nestled between your legs before whatever sinful thoughts were already simmering in your psyche could boil over.
Even if they were just harmless thoughts that would never come to fruition, you still shouldn’t be fantasizing about your best friend’s dad.
You took a few more swigs of your beer, downing what remained at the bottom of the bottle, and shoved it off to the side.
“Don’t tell me you’re finished with it already.”
“Can you blame me? I need something to keep me cool.” Your voice was low as you fidgeted with your thumbs.
“The obvious solution would be to get into the pool, would it not?” You could hear the smirk in his voice before you even raised your eyes back up to get a look, and sure enough, there was one.
You gave no response other than a small shrug in hopes he would drop the subject or leave you alone entirely, but of course, that wasn’t the case.
“I heard about what happened.” His tone was mindful, and it was obvious he was waiting to gauge your reaction before prodding any further.
Well, that was certainly one way to put your scandalous thoughts about him to rest.
Your face was quick to contort itself into something akin to a scowl as the tips of your ears somehow managed to grow hotter than they already were.
It had nearly been two months since things had ended between you and your ex, but no matter how much time passed, the wound was still open and aching as if it had happened just yesterday.
The last thing you wanted to talk about was your failed relationship, and certainly not with Toji Fushiguro. No matter what his intentions were for bringing it up, it got under your skin all the same.
“From who? Because I know it wasn’t your son.”
“And why’s that?”
You scoffed. “When has Megumi ever willingly spoken to you?”
“Ouch,” he replied, putting far too much emphasis on the word. “You saying such a thing hurts, y’know?”
He was so full of shit, and you knew it.
“Something tells me you’ll be just fine.”
“There’s no need to get riled up.” He put both hands in the air as if he were feigning innocence. “I just wanted to check on you, is all. And you’re right, it wasn’t Megumi who told me. It was that pink-haired boyfriend of his.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Hell would sooner freeze over than Yuji Itadori keeping his mouth shut about absolutely anything.
“Shocker,” you dryly remarked.
Getting all worked up over the mention of your breakup had your blood pressure spiking, and paired with the scorching heat, you felt even more miserable than before.
“I really didn’t mean to rub salt in the wound. Do you want another beer?” Toji inquired, obviously as some sort of peace offering.
What you really wanted was to be left alone, or better yet, to go home. It hadn’t even been an hour since you arrived, and you were already itching to escape. It wasn’t personal to anyone there — you just didn’t have it in you to socialize in your current state of mind.
Though, you knew if you left now, you’d never hear the end of it from your friends. They had been trying to get you out of the house for weeks to do something, quite literally anything, with them. You wanted to force yourself to stay just a little longer. Even just an hour more if nothing else.
“I guess.”
“Do you want to come inside to grab one and cool off?”
Whatever troubled emotions you had been feeling were gone within an instant, as the thought of air conditioning alone was enough to perk you up.
You didn’t even have to answer him, as you were already rising to your feet and slipping your cover-up over top of your bikini.
Toji led the way to the back door, ushering you in first, and the relief you felt as the cool air brushed against your skin was instantaneous. Compared to the hell outside, it felt as if you were walking into a freezer.
The inside of his house was fairly nice, although you could definitely tell the only resident was a bachelor. It was hardly furnished at all, with a singular reclining chair pushed against the wall and a small dining set that seated two. No pictures, art, or any sort of knickknacks could be seen. In fact, the only thing you noticed besides the furniture was a lone ashtray on the table.
You pushed through the living and dining area right over to the kitchen, which honestly wasn’t any better. It wasn’t dirty in the slightest, just barren. It almost felt as if the space hadn’t been lived in.
“Is beer good with you?” Toji asked as he swung the fridge door open.
You weren’t standing at an angle where you could peek, but you imagined the refrigerator was probably full of nothing more than takeout containers, condiments, and cheap alcohol.
“The beer is fine, thank you.”
Soon enough he was handing you a brown-tinted bottle, a small cloud of vapor arising from its opening as he popped the top off before grabbing himself one.
“Truce?” He extended his own bottle out towards yours.
You reached out, clanking the bottles together, completing his lame attempt at a cheers. “Thanks for the beer and letting me come in to cool off.”
“Not a problem.”
He walked around the kitchen counter and over to the small wooden table, pulling the chair out and gesturing for you to have a seat.
You almost felt bad for snapping at him a few minutes prior. Even if you were in a foul mood, and he was kind of annoying you outside, that wasn’t any excuse to be rude to someone who was welcoming you into your home.
Sliding into the chair, you leaned back and took a couple sips of your beer as he made himself comfortable across from you. “I’m sorry about being short with you earlier.”
“Don’t mention it.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, fingers flipping the cardboard top and prying one out before lighting it. “Breakups can be pretty shitty.”
“That they can,” you agreed, voice low.
“Look at the bright side, at least you’re not going through a divorce.” He let out a soft chuckle before taking a slow drag from his cigarette. “Those really fucking suck.”
Your eyes widened ever so slightly, and you silently hoped you did not open a can of worms. You knew Toji had gone through a divorce just a couple years prior from Tsumiki’s mother, and from what you had heard, it had been messy.
“I imagine so.” Your awkwardness was apparent in your voice as you lifted your beer back up for another drink and glanced around. “So how long have you lived here?”
Toji offered up a second chuckle, though this time it was likely directed at your sudden change of subject. “What? Not a fan of the place?”
“I wouldn’t say that. It just seems a little—“
“Empty?”
“Yeah.”
“I travel for work, so I’m gone more often than not. And when I am here, I spend the majority of my time in the garage.” He slid his pack of cigarettes to the center of the table. “Want one?”
You just politely shook your head no to his offer. “The garage? Do you work on cars?”
“Nah, I got it converted into a place where I can work out and watch games or whatever. Like a man cave or something, I guess you could say.”
A man cave? You fought a desperate urge to roll your eyes. He was so ridiculous it was almost charming in a way.
“This is your house, and you’re the only person who lives here. Isn’t the whole thing technically a man cave?”
“Hearing you say it back to me, I guess ‘man cave’ is a pretty lame way to describe it, huh?”
A small smile grew on your lips, and for the first time in a very long time, it was one you didn’t have to force.
Resting your elbow up on the counter, you leaned your cheek against your palm, using it to prop yourself up. “I wouldn’t say it’s lame per se. What is it you do for work anyways?”
“Boxer. Professional boxer,” he replied, being sure to emphasize that he was, in fact, a professional.
You weren’t quite sure what answer you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“Oh? I had no idea.”
“Should I be offended that you know nothing about me?”
It was strange how quickly the mood had shifted from your sour state outside to whatever the hell you were feeling now, because not only were you grinning, but you wanted to tease him right back.
The corner of your mouth quirked up slightly. “Don’t tell me you expect Megumi to actually talk about you.”
He scoffed in response. “We’ve literally met before.”
“Yeah, like four times.”
“And all four were within the last two years, so your memory must be shit.”
A laugh threatened to rise up to the surface, but you managed to suppress it. “Or maybe you didn’t give me much to remember.”
Toji just smirked as he scraped his cigarette butt across the bottom of the ashtray and rose to his feet. He motioned for you to follow him as he turned on his heels back towards the kitchen.
Without a second thought, you picked up your beer and followed suit. “Where are we going?”
He led you directly to a door adjacent to the kitchen. “I wanted to show you the garage.”
“You mean your man cave?”
“You’re not gonna let me live that one down, huh?” He turned the knob, and pushing the door open, he moved to the side, allowing you to step into the garage first.
It was bigger than you expected and far different than the rest of the house. Half of it was set up as an entertainment space. A black, leather sectional faced a massive flat screen that hung on the wall. Next to it was a full-sized pool table, and based off its wear and tear, it had seen its fair share of use.
The walls were littered with various neon beer signs and sports posters, while underneath your feet was a plush fabric rug shielding you from the garage’s cold, hard concrete.
On the opposite side next to the garage door, there were various pieces of workout equipment. A punching bag, a bench press, and various weight racks. The walls surrounding his gym space were swallowed by shelves containing various trophies and what looked like championship belts.
“Now I see why the rest of the house is so barren. You sunk the entire budget into this place, huh?”
He chuckled as he stepped behind you and rested one of his hands on your lower back in an attempt to guide you over to the wall of his achievements.
Your eyes briefly widened at the sudden contact, but you were quick to follow his lead and divert your attention back to whatever he wanted to show you before your thoughts had a chance to run wild.
Toji reached up and grabbed a wide, bright red belt with golden embellishments from where it hung and pulled it down. “This is my most recent one. Got it at a regional championship just last month actually.”
You reached out and gently ran your hand across the leather surface, and sure enough, it read out “Regional Champion” in big, bold letters.
“You sure do have a lot of these belts,” you remarked as you glanced upwards at the wall, noticing that some even said national on them rather than just regional. “How long have you been boxing?”
“Probably around twenty years.” He hung the belt back up and instead reached for a trophy of some sort on the shelf. “This is to commemorate my one-hundredth match, which was just last year.”
He carefully set the statue in your hands. It was golden and heavy, in the shape of a pair of boxing gloves, and had his name on the plaque at the bottom.
“Professional boxers usually compete more in the earlier stages of their careers. Once they become more established, they usually only have two to four matches a year,” he said as you handed his trophy back to him. “Even though I’ve only had two matches so far this year, I still spend a lot of time on the road, whether it’s for training or sponsorship deals.”
You stepped towards the shelf that held all his awards, carefully eyeing each one until you came across a picture of him in the ring, and oh, did he look good.
His long raven hair was slicked back, chest and abdomen glistening with sweat while a single streak of blood ran down his chin. Every muscle in his body was pronounced, and there was an animalistic look in his eye. He looked wild, yet determined.
An even larger man stood opposite of him in the photo with a massive set of shoulders and a towering height. His entire body, face included, was inked in intricate, obsidian tattoos, and atop his head were blush-hued strands.
“What about this fight?” You pointed towards the photo, glancing over at him.
“Oh, that? Yeah, I lost that one bad. Knocked out cold immediately after that photo was taken actually.”
“And you wanted to remember your terrible defeat?”
He let out a hearty laugh. “No, that’s one of my closest friends, Ryomen Sukuna. One hell of a fighter, and damn near invincible. Hasn’t lost a single fight throughout his entire career. I’m surprised you don’t know who he is.”
“Can’t say I know much about boxing.”
“The pink-haired kid Megumi’s dating. The one who doesn’t know how to shut up, what’s his name?”
“Yuji?
Toji reached up, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s right. Anyways, that’s his uncle.”
You glanced back at the photo before turning to look at Toji like he had grown two heads. “That man is related to Yuji?”
He just nodded his head in response before pivoting his body and pointing towards a small fridge wedged between the couch and the wall. “I forgot to ask, you need another beer yet?”
You glanced down at the half-empty bottle in your grasp. “I think I’m still good for now.”
“Feel free to help yourself if you do. You can hang out in here for a while if you don’t feel like braving the heat again just yet. Watch something on TV, play some pool, nap on the couch, whatever.”
You caught yourself strolling over towards the pool table in the center. “You play often?”
Despite the visual wear on the table, it was stunning. The fabric on top was a deep burgundy rather than the usual green, and the frame was made of a fine mahogany.
“Every time I’m home,” he replied, stepping around you to grab the rack off a nearby table. “Why? Want to lose?”
You let a fake gasp slip from you. “I’ll have you know I’m excellent at pool.”
“Is that so?” He smirked.
“I think so at least. Excellent, decent — what’s the difference?”
“Well, how about we test that out?” Toji began assembling the balls in the rack while you wandered over to the corner, grabbing a couple of identical pool sticks and setting your beer down.
He stepped back and placed the cue ball on the table before passing you a glance. “You can break.”
You positioned yourself in front of the table, legs widened and bent over, aligning the tip of your pool stick to the cue ball. You carefully pulled back before making your shot. The cue collided with the arrangement of balls, and they began to shoot out in various directions.
A solid purple ball went flying into one of the openings, and you leaned back, the corners of your mouth slightly upturning. “I’m solids then I suppose.”
You walked around the table to the opposite side and leaned down, aligning your shot with the two-ball this time. Once more you pulled back and hit it directly in.
Staying planted in the same position, you diverted your attention to the six-ball.
“You’re not bad, but your form could use a little work,” a smooth voice came from far closer to you than you realized.
A pair of thick, muscular arms wrapped themselves around your body before you could react, and for whatever reason, you nearly melted at the contact.
Toji’s hands, worn and calloused, traced down your forearms until they settled on top of your own hands and swallowed them whole. “Spread your legs just a bit more, yeah?”
You harshly swallowed at his words and immediately followed his command, trying to focus on the green ball in front of you instead of whatever overwhelming feeling was threatening to overtake you.
“Making a couple of shots doesn’t mean you’re excellent at pool.” His breath was hot on your skin as he leaned further down, lips not far from your ear. “Like I said, you’re really not bad, but I do think you could always use some more practice.”
He somehow managed to bring himself even closer to you as your back was now flush against his abdomen. You both pulled the stick back to take the shot, and soon the cue was crashing into the ball, and both were being immediately sunk.
“See? You made the shot,” he nearly purred as he lingered against you for just a moment too long.
You couldn’t bring yourself to care that you had hit the cue ball in and your turn was no more nor that he had likely done that on purpose. The only thing that occupied your mind was attempting to keep your thoughts focused on the game and not him.
The nine-ball was next to go as Toji leaned down and sunk it with ease, a grin stretching from ear to ear. It would be soon followed by the eleven-ball.
The game continued to progress as he missed his third shot, and it was back to your turn. You had missed your shot altogether, and it was back to him.
The back-and-forth flow continued until all colored balls had been pocketed, and soon only one ball remained, the eight-ball.
Toji had scratched his final turn which meant it was your go. You scooped the cue out from the pocket and placed it right where you needed it.
“How about we up the stakes a bit?”
You looked up at him as you leaned down to get in position, cocking your head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“A bet of some sort. You know, just to make things more interesting since we’re down to the wire here.”
You stood back up, giving your back a gentle stretch as you did so. He was leaning slightly over the table, still smiling, this time with some sort of gleam in his eye.
He wanted to bet on the game? You had heard that despite making decent money, he often didn’t keep it for long and was terrible with it. Could this be a part of some sort of weird scheme the cheap bastard had strung together to get some cash out of you?
You clicked your tongue, probably more harshly than you intended. “Do you really think a college student has money to waste on a quick game of pool?”
“No, not money.”
“What then?”
“I dunno.” He straightened his back and shrugged as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “What do you want? It can be anything. I was just trying to make the game a bit more interesting.”
You unconsciously sucked on your bottom lip as you tried to think of something you wanted that he could offer you. Did he even have anything? Cash was likely off the table for him as well, so what even was there?
Wait. Maybe he did have one thing.
“Your pool. If I win, you’ll let me come over to swim anytime I want. I didn’t get to use it today, nor do I have a desire to, considering it’s overflowing with a surplus of inebriated people. So I’d like to come on my own time.”
He chuckled. “You wanna use my pool, huh? It’s almost fall, and don’t classes start back next week?”
“We still got a few more weeks of warm weather. I mean, we are currently in a heatwave after all.”
“Point taken. That’s fine with me. If you win, you can have unlimited access to my pool. Whenever you want, no questions asked.”
“Sounds like a deal to me,” you said, lifting the pool stick back up into both hands. “And what do you want, Toji?”
“If I win, you have to give me a kiss.”
You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks instantly as your eyes widened. He had to be fucking joking. You looked at him expectantly, awaiting a laugh to follow his wager, but one never came.
“Well?”
He had officially lost his mind. You were not kissing Toji Fushiguro, the father of one of your closest friends. It didn’t matter that you’d probably actually enjoy it, or that you were ridiculously touch starved, or that he was insanely fucking hot. It was wrong.
But for some reason, a small part of you almost felt enthralled by the prospect of accepting his terms. Even if he didn’t win, which you hoped he wouldn’t, the idea of even possibly doing it gave you a rush you hadn’t felt in god knows how long.
Besides, what were the odds that you would lose? You had full control of the cue ball, a direct shot, and you had heard that Toji never, ever wins his bets.
“You know what,” you began, leaning back down over the table, fully prepared to take your shot. “I’ve heard you don’t have the best of luck when it comes to gambling.”
“Oh, have you now?”
“Center right,” you called the pocket for which you were aiming. “And even if you did have good luck, who could miss such a perfect shot?”
You pulled back one last time, ready to make the shot and claim victory, and shot the pool stick forward, allowing it to slam into the cue. The ball tumbled forwards towards the pocket, and as it approached the opening, it curved to the left slightly and ricocheted off the corner, rolling right back towards you with a fierce velocity.
Toji spectated in glee, and you in absolute shock, as it not only had missed the center right pocket but also managed to land in the center left pocket.
Assuming you were playing by standard rules, since it was pocketed in one you hadn’t called, he was the winner despite you sinking the eight-ball.
Your mouth was dry as you glanced over at him, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Apparently you can miss such a perfect shot.”
You couldn’t be quite sure what expression graced your face, but judging by his laugh, it was likely priceless.
“Hey listen,” he finally managed to get out after his laughter ceased. “You don’t actually have to kiss me, doll. I’m not gonna have you do something you don’t want to.”
What a fucking relief that was, but why was it part of you felt a pang of disappointment at that? God, it was so fucking wrong, but somewhere deep down, you had been wishing he wanted to actually hold you to it.
You should honestly just grab your things and leave, not just the room, but his house altogether. If you were so desperate to feel someone’s lips against your own, you should just walk out of there, go to some hole-in-the-wall college bar, and cozy up with a man that was actually your age and preferably not related to any of your friends.
But that wasn’t what you really wanted.
“No, I’ll honor my end of the deal.” The words were tumbling off your tongue before you could stop them. “If you want me to, of course.”
“Well I’m certainly not going to say no.”
He was the one who made his way over to you, and you instantly felt relief at the idea that at least you wouldn’t have to be the one to initiate it.
His touch was surprisingly gentle as his index finger slipped underneath your chin and tilted it up. Soon he was leaning down, his lips just barely ghosting over yours before they made contact.
The sensation was soft, and there was hardly any pressure behind it. Within an instant, he was already pulling his lips back, and whatever just transpired resembled a quick peck far more than an actual kiss.
It was far from what you expected out of him, and did nothing more than leave you wanting more.
“There. Now you’re all paid up.” His breath was hot on your cheek as he was still leaning down despite the kiss being over.
You said nothing as your eyes locked with his, though you imagined he was waiting for some sort of reaction from you. Instead, you struggled to keep your gaze intertwined with his as it threatened to creep downwards to his lips.
You wanted to kiss him — a real kiss. Messy and passionate, hands entangled in his hair as he cradled your cheeks. The thought alone was enough to send heat to your core, and whatever the hell he just did was far from satisfactory, and you wanted — no, needed — more.
“Toji.”
“Hm?”
“Kiss me again.”
His movements were far more rushed this time as hands slipped underneath you and lifted you onto the edge of the pool table. Lips crashed onto yours with a heated fervor that the previous kiss had lacked as he wedged himself between your thighs.
One of Toji’s hands made its way to your waist while the other slotted itself behind the back of your head. His lips, far softer than you had imagined, parted slightly as his tongue sought out yours to deepen the kiss. The taste of smoke flooded your senses as you opened up, allowing its entrance.
The warmth of his body grew as he pulled the entirety of it in even closer, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, prompting a low grunt to escape him at the shared contact.
Teeth grazed against your bottom lip before biting down with more pressure, hungrily sucking and pulling on it as a trail of saliva began dripping from the corner of your lips. It was just as messy as you had been hoping for.
He suddenly pulled his mouth off yours, instead moving them to your jawline, where he began to trail downwards. “Don’t start something you don’t intend on finishing.”
You tried to scrounge up something to reply, but any possible remark completely slipped your mind as he continued kissing and nibbling down your neck’s fragile skin before his lips were making their way across your chest.
His hands snaked their way up to the top of your cover-up and pulled it down, exposing your bikini top. One of those hands slinked underneath, capturing your nipple and rolling it between two fingers, while his other hand pushed your top to the side, allowing his mouth to suck on your opposite nipple.
A soft whimper escaped you as you rolled your hips into his, grinding against him. He was already hard, and fuck, was it big.
You were completely soaked, desperate for more contact. The small rational part of you knew that you should stop. Kissing him was already a line you should’ve never fucking crossed. He gave multiple outs, first telling you that you didn’t have to kiss him, then giving you that weak, lame excuse of a kiss after you agreed to anyways. Everything transpiring now was on you, and if you went even further, you’d definitely reach the point of no return.
You should probably be repulsed by what you were doing, and you should definitely be ashamed, but you weren’t, not in the slightest. Instead, you were enthralled by the situation and extremely turned on by how nasty it really was.
Your hand greedily reached for his and pulled it from your nipple, instead guiding it downwards. Toji was quick to take the hint and made his way to your bikini bottoms, slipping his hand underneath them to meet with your already swollen clit.
You whimpered once more, this time louder than before. He pried his lips from your nipple and slammed them back into yours likely in an attempt to try and quiet you as he messily rubbed against your clit.
The fingers pulled back, and his index finger slipped through your entrance. His middle finger soon joined, hooking upwards and rubbing against that sweet spot inside your cunt that threatened to turn you to jelly.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered between kisses.
You mindlessly hummed in agreement, desperately trying not to moan out as his thumb lazily drew circles across your clit while his fingers were still spearing into you. You weren’t even close to your peak, yet you were already so euphoric. When was the last time you had felt a pleasure like this?
“You should let me fuck you.” He pulled back from the kiss once more, this time his mouth traveled to your earlobe and took it between his lips, rolling the sensitive skin between his teeth. “I’ll make you feel really good.”
The thought alone of his cock drilling into you was enough to make you clench your cunt around his unrelenting fingers.
“Take me to your room,” you finally choked out, the first coherent sentence you could form since the entire thing began.
“Can’t. It’d look worse if you were caught leaving my bedroom instead of the garage, don’t you think?”
“Does the door—“
“Lock? From the other side, not on the garage’s side,” he gave your ear one last tug with his teeth before leaning back. His eyes fell down to where his fingers were thrusting into you before rising back up to meet your gaze. “Besides, don’t you think a little risk is what makes this so fun.”
You swallowed back another moan as he picked up his pace.
“So what do you want to do?”
Saying it was a little risky was the understatement of the century. How long had the two of you been gone now anyways? Likely at least forty-five minutes or so between grabbing more beer, looking at memorabilia from his boxing career, and the game of pool you just played.
“What if someone notices we’re gone and comes looking for us?”
“I can make it quick.”
Every last ounce of reason suddenly went out the window as he harshly curled his fingers upwards. You were starting to get close, and you knew if his fingers felt this good, his cock must be heavenly.
You just nodded your head. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
Fingers withdrawn in an instant, he was pulling you down to your feet and spinning you around, repositioning you to where you were facing the corner of the pool table and now bent over the edge.
Your face and abdomen alike laid against the fabric atop it, and while it wasn’t the most comfortable position, any qualms dissipated as soon as he was sliding your bottoms to the side, and you could feel him aligning the head with your entrance.
You could already feel a harsh burning sensation as he pushed just the tip in. While you couldn’t see it, you knew Toji had to be massive, even more so than you had realized earlier whenever you felt his erection against you.
In one swift motion, he was pushing himself into you fully with a low hiss, and in turn, a gasp tumbled from your lips. The burn slowly started to ease into something more akin to pleasure as you stretched around him. It hurt in the most delicious way as he pulled back and thrust back into you, his cock leaving you feeling mind-numbingly full.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted out.
The rounded corner of the pool table caught on your clit and rubbed against it just right. You brought one of your hands up and firmly planted it over your mouth to try and prevent any noises from spilling out of you. The friction against your clit alone was enough to make you cum, but coupled with the way his tip was eagerly kissing your cervix, you would likely reach your release at any moment.
One of his hands was gripped onto your hip so firmly, you feared it might be bruised by the time you were finished, while the other hand was kneading into your ass.
“Such a sweet pussy,” Toji murmured to himself, voice so low you could barely even catch it.
He slowly began to pick up the pace, his steady rhythm shifting into something more erratic as he continued rutting into your sopping cunt. As the pace in which he fucked into you grew faster, so did the speed in which your clit rubbed against the corner of the table.
A pressure finally began to grow within your lower abdomen as your peak was finally in sight. Tears pricked your eyes as you let out a chorus of moans into your own palm, struggling to stay silent.
Your opposite hand tensed up, fingers desperately attempting to grip onto the hard surface beneath you, and your legs began to quiver. It was all so fucking much.
You could hear Toji’s low groans mix with your muted cries as the pressure in you finally released, and the most intense climax you’d ever had rippled throughout your entire body. Pure ecstasy rushed through your veins, and your walls began harshly pulsating around him as you rode out your orgasm, prompting a string curses to tumble out from him.
Whatever thread Toji was holding on by suddenly snapped at the new sensation, as he grabbed onto your hips with both his hands and fucked into your dripping cunt with a newfound aggression. The sounds were absolutely vile, as you could hear your slick drenching him and his skin slapping against yours.
You both had originally intended on staying silent, but by the way he was furiously pounding into you, you imagined he didn’t care about anything other than chasing his own high now.
Toji’s body jerked abruptly as he let out one final groan, probably far louder than either of you would’ve liked. His cock began to throb as his hot seed shot out, filling your fucked-out cunt until it couldn’t hold anymore.
The second he withdrew, you could feel a wet sensation as his cum spilled out from you and began to literally drip down your thighs.
You pushed yourself up and turned around only to be met with Toji, whose cock was already sheathed back in his shorts, peeling off the tight black shirt that clung to his body and kneeling down in front of you.
As you watched him use the fabric to wipe away the remnants of his release, you supposed you should be concerned — or at least remorseful — about the fact your best friend’s father just bent you over the pool table in his garage and pumped you full of cum. However, that wasn’t the case in the slightest.
Instead, all you felt was pure bliss and the insatiable desire to feel it again.
“By the way,” Toji began as that signature smirk returned once more, glancing up at you. “You can come over to use the pool anytime you’d like, sweetheart.”