riding Timeskip! national team yaku in the storage closet, reader was offered chocolates....you know what kind hehehehehe readers feels all hot and needy eheh YEEEEEEEEHAWWW🦅🐴🐎🏇🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠
Riding Timeskip! Yaku in the storage closet
It started like any other exhausting, overly fluorescent weekday. You were buried in reports, spreadsheets, and half-reheated coffee, while your boyfriend, Yaku Morisuke, was neck-deep in national team training. The texts had become shorter, the calls less frequent—life was just busy. But your best friends? They noticed everything.
“You need a night. No—scratch that—a weekend,” Yuna had said, side-eyeing you from her desk while popping a strawberry lollipop into her mouth.
“Or just twenty minutes and a solid wall,” Mimi added with a snort, plopping into the chair next to yours and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
You groaned and dropped your head onto your arms. “Guys, seriously…”
“No, we are serious,” Yuna said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a small heart-shaped box. “We got you something.”
“…Chocolates?” you asked, lifting your head as Mimi handed them over with a smug look.
“Special ones,” Mimi said, her tone dripping with mischief. “The kind that makes you feel warm and needy. Just a little something to remind your body what it’s been missing.”
You laughed nervously, eyeing the glittery box like it was a loaded weapon. “You two are insane.”
“And you're overdue for a good time,” Yuna grinned.
You popped one into your mouth just to shut them up, not expecting the slow warmth that bloomed in your stomach hours later. At first, you thought it was just placebo—until your skin felt too hot for your clothes, your mind clouded, and every little thing started making your thighs press together.
So when the gym emptied out after a late meeting and you found yourself near the storage closet—your heart skipping the moment you spotted Yaku heading in your direction, towel slung over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his post-practice body—it didn’t take much.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice low, rough, just slightly hoarse from drills.
You tried to play it cool. “Hey… you done for the night?”
His eyes raked over you, pausing just a second too long. “Yeah. Why?”
You stepped closer, biting your lip, voice dipping into a breathy whisper. “Because I’m not.”
His brows raised. Your fingers brushed his. Then you tugged him into the closet.
The door clicked shut behind you, and before Yaku could even ask what was going on, you had him backed against the shelves, your palms flat on his chest.
“W–wait, what—” His voice cracked slightly, eyes wide as he looked down at you. “Y/N?”
You were already breathing heavy, eyes dark, lips parted like you couldn’t decide whether to kiss him or beg him. “I missed you,” you whispered. “Too much. It’s driving me crazy.”
Yaku blinked. “W–we’re in the storage closet—I’m literally still sweating—”
His breath hitched when you pressed your body flush against his, your hands sliding up under his damp shirt to feel the heat radiating off his skin. “You smell like effort and volleyball and it’s doing something weird to me, Morisuke,” you muttered, voice rough and needy.
“Wh–” He choked on his own flustered cough as your lips barely brushed his. “Wh-What did you eat today?!”
You just giggled darkly and tangled your fingers into the back of his hair, tugging just hard enough to shut him up.
That’s when he lost his balance—figuratively. His mouth crashed against yours like you’d finally flipped a switch. It was clumsy at first, needy and breathless and urgent, your mouths moving fast like you were trying to make up for all the time you’d spent apart.
His hands found your hips instinctively, pulling you closer as your lips parted and your tongues met—slow and wet and messy in the best possible way. You gasped against his mouth when he deepened the kiss, finally catching on to the heat simmering beneath your skin.
“Damn it,” he mumbled between kisses. “You taste like chocolate… and trouble.”
You nipped at his bottom lip and tugged it gently. “Then maybe you should punish me.”
Yaku growled low in his throat, his fingers digging in harder at your waist. “You’re not walking out of here without sore legs.”
He kissed you again—hard. The kind of kiss that pushed the air out of your lungs, made your knees weak, and turned your brain to static.
The storage closet was already steaming up—and no, it wasn’t the weather.
Your fingers were already tangled in his damp hair, tugging again—sharper this time—and Yaku whimpered, hips jolting against yours like it short-circuited something in him.
“Sh–shit, Y/N…” he gasped, his voice shaky, like he wasn’t used to you taking charge like this—and loving every second of it.
You kissed him again, slower now, deeper. Tongue sliding past his lips as you rocked your hips against him, dragging out a low, broken groan from his throat. He gripped your hips hard, anchoring himself like he was drowning in the way you moved against him.
You pulled his hair again, just enough to tilt his head back so you could trail hot kisses along his jaw, down his neck—biting lightly before sucking at a spot just below his ear. Yaku shuddered, breath stuttering, his fingers trembling slightly where they gripped you.
“Y/N… holy hell,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re… you’re gonna kill me.”
You rolled your hips slower this time, dragging friction right where he needed it. “You’ve been gone too long,” you breathed into his skin. “I need this.”
His hands moved to your ass, gripping tighter as you ground against him again, harder this time—and that’s when it happened. That soft, airy whimper from the back of his throat, barely audible but devastatingly real.
You smirked. “There it is.”
Yaku’s cheeks were flushed, lips kiss-swollen, his eyes glassy and blown wide with want. “God, you’re evil,” he muttered.
You kissed him again, biting at his lip before whispering against it. “Then do something about it.”
His back hit the shelf again with a soft thud, a box toppling behind him unnoticed. Your lips were back on his before he could speak—messy, open-mouthed, teeth clashing slightly as your hips rolled against his, again and again, drawing out the prettiest little gasps from deep in his chest.
He finally broke the kiss with a strangled breath, his fingers slipping under your shirt like he couldn’t decide if he was going to grip or worship. “What’s… what’s gotten into you?” he rasped, dazed and breathless.
You tilted your head, lips curling into a wicked little smile as you brushed your nose against his. “Chocolates,” you whispered playfully, grinding down once more just to feel him twitch against you.
“Ch–chocolates? What the hell kind of—” His sentence was cut off by the way your hands tugged at his hair again, harder this time. His hips bucked, a quiet, broken moan slipping past his lips as his head dropped to your shoulder.
You exhaled shakily, your own body flushed with need. “The kind that makes me want to climb you like a tree in a storage closet.”
“Jesus Christ, Y/N—” he groaned, and you could feel his restraint unraveling by the second, his hands gripping at your waist like he was barely holding back.
“Been too long, Morisuke,” you breathed into his ear, nipping at the lobe. “You’ve been gone, and I’ve been aching.”
He cursed softly, his voice cracking as he tugged you even closer. “Say that again.”
You smirked against his neck. “I’ve been aching for you.”
He whimpered again—quiet, needy—and then kissed you like he was losing his mind, hands everywhere, breath hitching every time your body pressed down against his just right. You were both a mess—panting, grinding, kissing like you were starved—and still barely getting started.
You wrapped your arms around Yaku's waist, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch as you began to sink down on him. His cock was buried deep inside you throbbing with each stroke.
"Oh god..” he moaned, his head thrown back against the wall.
Yaku's eyes were closed now, his face twisted in a mask of pleasure as he pumped into you with all the finesse of a wild animal. His grunts and moans filled the air, mingling with your own gasps and sighs.
You felt yourself being stretched to the limit by his massive cock, but you couldn't help but beg for more.
"Ah...ah...oh god..." Yaku trailed off into a series of incoherent moans, his cock pulsing like a jackhammer as he came undone...
"Oh god," he moaned, his hands grasping for your hips as if trying to hold back. "You're killing me."
You laughed, feeling a rush of power as you rode him harder and faster. Your boobs bounced wildly now, slapping against Yaku's chest with each downward stroke.
Yaku's face contorted in agony as he tried to keep up with your pace. His cock pulsed inside you threatening to blow its top at any moment.
"More," You breathed into his ear, feeling the heat of your bodies merge into one sweaty mess.
Yaku nodded frantically, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he struggled to speak
"I...can't...take it..." He trailed off into another series of moans and groans, his body trembling beneath yours.
You felt Yaku's cock start to twitch and spasm inside you. the pressure building up to a crescendo. His moans grew louder and more urgent, his body arching off the wall as he tried to get closer.
You leaned forward, breasts pressing against his chest as you rode him harder and faster, nipples rubbed against his skin, sending shivers down your spine.
Yaku's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening wide as he let out a primal scream of pleasure. His cock erupted inside you, pumping hot cum deep into your pussy.
You felt yourself getting swept away by the tide of pleasure, your own orgasm building up like a storm on the horizon. You could feel it coursing through your veins like liquid fire...
"Ah..mmf-hah...shit..baby" Yaku trailed off into another series of moans and groans, his body trembling beneath you as you both came undone together...
"Ahh...ahh...OH FUCK!" The both of you screamed in unison, voices echoing off the walls as you came together in a frenzy of passion.
Yaku collapsed against you, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he tried to catch his breath. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both rode out the aftershocks of your climax.
"Darling," Yaku whispered into your ear after a moment, his voice husky with emotion. "We need to get home."
You nodded reluctantly, still trying to process what had just happened between you. slowly detangling yourselves from each other's embrace and made your way back home
