Tags: smut, riding, penetration, semi public, forced proximity
“It’s Spring Time!” read the announcement on the staff bulletin board, followed by a request for volunteers with spring cleaning tasks at UA High. Tasks included cleaning windows, dusting the trophy cases, deep cleaning of the cafeteria or a cleanup of the outdoor grounds. A single task stood out, something smaller than the rest: Cleaning out the supply closet. There were spaces for two names and you signed up figuring it would be an easier job. When you checked a little later you saw someone had signed up in the other slot: Toshinori Yagi.
You had worked with him on a handful of occasions, finding yourself struck by the gravity of his presence, calm and steady. There were times you had seen him smiling when he thought no one was looking and it always warmed your heart.
A few days later, after school lets out, it is time to get to cleaning. Toshinori is standing outside the closet when you arrive, the janitor nearby with the key.
“Ah, my cleaning buddy,” he says with a warm smile.
You flash him an impish grin, the janitor chuckling as he unlocks the door. “Watch that door—it likes to swing shut and locks real easy."
“Duly noted,” Toshinori says, holding the it open as you step inside and begin sorting through the years of poorly kept supplies. It didn’t take long to understand why there were two names needed for such a tiny space – there is a lot of shit. But even in the silence, it isn’t awkward. It is more like a quiet companionship peppered with a few laughs when one of you comes across an odd item that may have been cherished in another lifetime.
Stretching on your tiptoes, you reach for a box on the top shelf. Your fingers barely graze the sides, but you manage to work it forward into better reach.
“Careful,” Toshi says while glancing over at you, setting down the stack of containers he’s been balancing to step behind you. With his height, it’s easy for him to reach up and take hold of the box, the warmth of his body radiating just behind you.
That’s when you both hear it—the inevitable click of the door as it swings shut and a sinking feeling grows in the pit of your stomach. You turn around, the space now uncomfortably tight. Toshinori looks at you, the same dread welling up within him, then turns just enough to try the knob. Locked. The two of you exchange a look as you try to lighten the mood with a little humor.
“Well… the janitor did warn us,” you murmur; his chuckle fills the small space in response.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone with a nervous sigh. “U.A. has reinforced doors. I shouldn’t be surprised we’re getting no signal in here.”
“We’re probably going to be stuck in here for a while. At least until morning when people return to the school,” you say quietly.
It was getting really warm in the tight space and you know the two of you can’t stand the whole night.
“Y-yeah… that sounds about right…” Toshi mumbles, his large hand running through his thick blonde hair.
Looking around the small space, you attempt to find a temporary solution. “Can you sit comfortably on the floor? It looks like your legs might fit that way.”
With a nod, he slides down to spread his long legs out on the cold surface, leaning back along the wall. “I can… My legs are sort of squished in here…,” he mumbles as he looks up at you.
You press your lips together in realization. “There isn’t anywhere to sit that isn’t… you.”
A soft blush creeps up his neck as he answers in a strained voice. “You can sit on my lap. It’s the only option in here.”
With an unsteady swallow, you lower yourself onto his lap, your back flush with his chest. It isn’t the most comfortable thing, but it’s better than standing. It doesn’t take long before arousal rises within you from the forced intimacy of the situation. His hands move along your curves to steady you in the tense silence. Shifting, you find yourself annoyed by the way your body wants to lean to one side of him or to the other.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, “This is a bit.. uncomfortable.”
“It is a little cozy in here,” he admits with a chuckle. “What do you suggest?”
You hesitate for a moment before the words spill out. “What if I faced you?”
Toshi sucks in deeply at the thought and you know he’s having the same thoughts you are. There just aren’t many options in this tight space. He’s blushing a bright red now at the thought of you straddling him like that.
You stand and turn around in the closed space, your legs barely fitting on either side of the man beneath you as you straddle him. The skirt of your dress fans out over his lap while you gently bring your wrists to rest on his shoulders. His wide gaze meets yours and he lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was still holding. Large hands move to firmly rest on your waist and it’s about that moment you realize this is going to be a long night.
He whispers your name in a husky voice that betrays the arousal rising within him, his cock beginning to strain in his pants right where you’re sitting. Letting out a strangled sound, your eyes flutter a moment at the feeling as you stare back with bedroom eyes, then lay your head against his chest in an attempt to quell the rising desire within you. He wraps his arms around you, your breasts molding to the shape of his chest. You know it’s really the most comfortable place for his hands to rest, but his shaky exhales and racing heart give away the fact that he’s struggling with the same emotions you are.
His voice comes out hushed, his body relaxing slightly. “Yea. It’s okay. Looks like we’re going to get intimate whether we like it or not.”
His nose rests in your hair, the faint scent of honey and vanilla filling his lungs as you both clearly struggle with the growing arousal between you. His breathing grows increasingly ragged, driven wild by your warm center pressing against his lap. Every movement of your body makes it more difficult for him to think straight.
“I.. should warn you,” he says, his heart thumping in his chest. “This position… it’s. Quite intimate.”
“I’m trying not to move much, but it’s comfortable,” you admit with flushing cheeks.
He lets out a chuckle, a shiver running down your spine as his exhale brushes over your ear, one hand moving to trace feather-light patterns along your lower back.
“Mmhmm… almost too comfortable.”
The simple dress you’re wearing isn’t helping the situation. Light linen fabric spreads out from around your waist, leaving only your underwear between you and the bulge straining under his clothing. He shifts slightly, trying to adjust himself without being too obvious. You take in a rush of air at the feeling, your hands balling into fists as you grip the fabric of his shirt.
“Ahh.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Just trying to get comfortable too.”
The small space you’re in only makes the intense desires increasingly difficult to resist. Lust-filled eyes stare back at you as you try to remain still.
His voice drops lower as he pauses. “Does that mean you’re comfortable with this situation?”
“This is… not a comfortable situation,” you laugh awkwardly, “but our bodies seem to be enjoying the closeness.”
He shifts again, ever so slightly, his rigid member pressing more firmly against you. The same jolting pleasure that just ran through you is evident on his face.
“Yes,” he chokes out in a near whisper. Your body rotates with a subtle movement, the friction becoming intense. Large hands tighten around your waist in a silent encouragement as your juices soak into your thin panties.
“I… this feels.. you feel…,” your voice trails off as you struggle to control your intense desire. His rock-hard cock strains along his trousers and your underwear.
“I know,” he murmurs back. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
You groan in frustration, knowing Toshinori is too much of a gentleman to just take you—but he shocks you when he lifts himself slightly to give you more friction.
“Is this… what you need?”
The look on your face shifts to deep need. No longer able to hold back, you crash your lips into his. His response is stiff at first, but it only takes a moment for him to melt into it with sudden hunger as his arms pull you closer. Your fingers brush through his hair as your body rocks back and forth, grinding him intensely. Matching your rhythm, he begins to dry hump you back. His hands slide down to squeeze your bottom.
There’s a distinct scent of arousal growing in the tiny space, the room feeling even smaller and stifling hot. It strikes you how easy it would be to just slip your underwear to the side under your dress and let him enter you. Your lips move to kiss and nip his neck, his head tilting to allow more access. You can feel the vibrations from his throaty groans against your supple lips.
His hands slide up your smooth thighs under your dress before suddenly pausing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you freeze.
“Wait…” he says, the last bit of rationality peeking through amid the lust clouding his mind.
With your lips still pressed to his neck, your mouth moves along his skin in a breathy voice.
“I can’t. Toshi, I can’t sit here like this all night. Please.”
He hesitates for a moment, hearing your needy plea. His hands move to your sides underneath the dress once again. Large thumbs hook into the waistband of your underwear to tug them off. Lifting yourself up, you allow him to slide them past your thighs, then kick them to the side with your toe. The sound of his zipper fills the small space as he lowers his pants just enough to free his rigid shaft, a deep groan of relief following.
Reaching up to grab your thighs, he pulls you back down. As you settle onto his lap, your lashes flutter with a delicate moan at the feeling of him along your soaked folds. The sensations pushes along the head of his dick causing his body to tremble with need.
“Take it,” you say, watching the way he looks up at the ceiling in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of control. “I need the release and I think you do too.”
Those words are just enough to break through the last wall of his restraint. With a growl, he pulls you firmly onto his lap, lifting his hips to bury himself deep inside you in a single smooth motion. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, a cry of relief falling from your lips, mixed with his surprised grunt of pleasure.
“I’m sorry—if this isn’t something you want…” you whisper, finding it ironic that you say this now, after he is completely inside of you.
“No,” he says roughly, “Don’t apologize. You feel incredible.”
He gives a choked laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a dry swallow as his hands flex around your waist. You offer an impish grin, staring into his eyes with intensity as you deliberately squeeze around his shaft, seated so deeply inside of you. His head falls back to hit the wall, a moan falling from his lips.
“Minx,” he murmurs as his body start to move slowly, thrusting up into you while pulling you down, noting how you struggle to stretch around his girth.
The sound of your wet core and the subtle slapping of flesh fill the small closet as he guides your movements.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts, biting his bottom lip adorably.
Pausing a moment to allow you to stretch around him, he rubs his thumbs along your hip bones. Gasping in a quick pant, you whimper when his hands grasp your bottom to help lift you up and down on his dick.
“Ohh...,” you groan, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
Toshi has his own face pressing against your shoulder, muffling his own sounds of pleasure. A smile crosses your lips as you feel his hands spread your cheeks apart to push deeper into you.
Keeping your face nestled into his neck and one hand slipping around his side, you grip his thick blonde hair with the other as you bounce up and down on his fat cock. Your lips leave a wet trail from his neck to his jawline as you nuzzle into him. Hot shallow breaths run across his skin to cause a shudder beneath your touch, his shaft twitching inside you from the sensation.
You move your hand from his side to reach underneath your dress, parting your soaked pussy lips and running easily over your clit. He inhales sharply as the initial movement causes you to clench around him. His arms wrap around your waist, his hands traveling up your backside to pull you down further onto him as you touch yourself.
The look on his face is pure pleasure, one that you’ll never forget. The sounds from his lips are so sexy, fueling your own airy sounds with each thrust into you.
He hisses when you tighten around him perfectly. “You’re gonna make me cum… hnnngh…”
His puffs of short, heated gasps on your neck leave you overwhelmed with sensation.
“You feel incredible,” you murmur, fingers quickening across your swollen nub.
“Sh-shit…” he stutters out with strained grunts as he begins to buck, meeting your frantic movements. With a loud moan, your fingers move more quickly over your swollen bud. Throwing your head back, breasts bouncing with effort, your pussy clenches around him as your fingers bring you to an intense release. Grunts emerge from his lips at the feeling of you milking his shaft to spurt into you with each pulse. He holds you firmly against him, as though trying to make sure his cum is placed as deeply inside you as possible. In response, you grind and rotate your hips to draw out his pleasure.
“Aaggh!” he grunts as his body shakes with the force of his orgasm. Both of you are panting heavily as you come down from your highs, his hardness still nestled inside you. Toshi nuzzles you gently, pressing soft kisses along your neck as you rest your head on his shoulder, grateful for the relief. He keeps you close, knowing you’re stuck like this until morning.
Comfortable and finally relaxed, you both drift off to sleep, his softening dick slipping out of you. Only the head remains pushed partway in your entrance, his cum dripping down his shaft and onto the floor beneath him. The only sounds remaining is the rhythmic lull of your breathing.
Hours pass and you find yourself roused by the voices outside the door and a key turning in the lock. Light spills in from the hallway as you blink with a sleepy look on your face. Both you and Toshinori look up, finally freed from your cramped supply closet prison as his arms tighten around your waist, instantly realizing how compromising your position appears. You can’t hide your disheveled hair or the way his hands rest on your hips as you straddle him in the tiny space. Though no one can see the way the head of his semi-firm morning wood is pressed against you, hidden under the spread of your dress, it’s obvious what happened.
The janitor just turns and leaves. Aizawa sighs with a deadpan stare while Yamada’s eyes bulge as he takes in the scene. It’s almost comical the way his jaw drops, bouncing between the two of you. Nemuri saunters up nosily from behind, a look of utter amusement in her eyes.
“Well, well… looks like someone had a very productive night in storage.”
Aizawa immediately rolls his eyes and walks away as Yamada chips in with, “I guess we know why they haven’t shown up to work yet!”
You feel your cheeks flush, Toshi chuckling awkwardly at their words. It’s impossible not to notice the way your sticky cunt rubs against his half-hard cock as you shift on his lap. Suppressing a groan, his eyes shoot to you as the movement causes him to twitch in response.
“You try being trapped in a cramped supply closet all night,” you snap at your audience.
There’s amusement in Toshi’s eyes at your defensiveness.
“Indeed, terribly cramped,” he adds.
Your eyes widen and flick to his at the sudden realization that you can’t just get up from him like this. The cramped space makes it impossible to disentangle yourselves without causing an obvious scene and exposing him to them.
Your audience eyes you both suspiciously.
“Hah…” you say in an awkward attempt to cover a pleasurable cry, while he adjusts his posture—which only serves to press himself into you more firmly. Nemuri’s eyes zero in on the subtle shift in position. She crosses her arms with a smirk as she realizes the implications.
“You two having trouble there?” she says, her tone dripping with amused insinuation.
“You could… um... shut the door. For five minutes,” you admit sheepishly.
Yamada’s face turns beet red as he quickly turns around, slamming the door shut. You can hear Nemuri chuckling as she speaks bemusedly through the closed door.
“Take your time! We’ll just wait out here.”
You turn to Toshi, whispering the obvious.
“I… woke up like this,” he admits awkwardly with a blush. “Though it typically isn’t quite this… insistent.”
You can hear the hushed whispers of your coworkers outside the door, but you can’t make out the words. With a slow movement, you grind against him as he hardens further.
“We can’t…” he gasps. The idea of a quickie with your coworkers outside the door is mortifying.
“Look, they already know what happened. They aren’t stupid. Just be quiet and… finish this,” you say. There’s no way anyone would misunderstand your delayed exit anyway.
“Fine. Quickly then,” he whispers with a nod, his hips giving an experimental thrust to catch on your slick entrance. You bite back a groan as you cover your mouth with your fingers.
Wrapping one arm around your waist to keep you steady, he thrusts into you with ease. His voice hitches in his throat at the feeling of once again being fully sheathed inside you. With a soft and steady pace, you start to ride with his thrusts as you both try to keep your sounds low. It’s difficult to not notice how the voices outside the closet have suddenly diminished. A subtle wet squelching sound can be heard with each movement as your rhythms fall into sync.
Biting your bottom lip, you exhale in a pant as your bodies move together. There are faint whispers outside the door, and despite how quiet you were being, it’s no use. The feeling of him plunging in and out of your wet hole is too delicious and there’s no hiding the wet sounds of flesh bumping and sliding against each other.
Toshi’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he pistons in and out of your wet hole faster.
It takes everything in you not to moan. Lifting yourself to move with him for added friction, the way his thick cock pounds into you is too much. You watch him close his eyes at the way you tighten around him, biting down to suppress a groan. His body tenses with each thrust as he tries desperately to keep quiet.
You clench your jaw in an effort to stop your own cries, but your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your muscles spasm around his length. His eyes snap open—a muffled grunt escapes him as he looks at you deeply, burying himself fully inside you. With a final jerk of his hips, he releases in strong, pulsing waves. Shaky breaths fall from him as he brings one hand up to cover your mouth, trying to stop the barely audible moans that keep slipping through. Even as your bodies continue to spasm together, you’re acutely aware of how much sound you’re making.
Gasping, you lean toward his ear. “I don’t really want to get up.”
“Neither do I,” he chuckles softly, nuzzling your neck before giving you a gentle kiss.
You both know you have to, though. Your coworkers were at least gracious enough to give you a few more minutes, even if it’s awkward as fuck and you know they’re listening outside.
As you slowly stand, his dick slips out to slump over his thigh. You smooth out your dress, sensing emptiness after a night of having his cock pressed so intimately into you. You can feel a dribble of cum leaving a trail along your leg as you scoop up your underwear from off the floor to clean it up while Toshi buttons up his pants.
You exchange knowing smiles as he runs a hand through his messy blonde locks, preparing for the awkwardness that awaits you.
“We… we’re ready,” you say in an unintentionally sensual voice as you wait to be rescued from the closet once again.
Looking over at Toshi, you can’t hide the intense longings blossoming in your heart as you notice the increasing appearance of awkwardness, clearly still processing what you just shared.
“Before we go out there…” he whispers, the sound of the jingling keys coming closer. Leaning forward, he gives you a quick but intimate kiss followed by a knowing look of longing. As the light filters in, you both walk out and pretend everything is as normal as it could be.
“Thanks for the rescue!” you declare. “I’m sorry. Let me run home. I’ll be a little late, but just give me one hour!”
Knowing glances are exchanged as Toshi adds, “Yea, thanks… I better, uh… run home to change too.”
Without speaking, your fingers find his, lacing together as you walk side by side down the hallway, with Nemuri and Yamada staring at the backs of your heads.
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