#semi eita is a good friend

[kurooh]

HAIKYUU BRAINROT.

☆ includes: timeskip! miya atsumu, miya osamu, oikawa tōru, kageyama tobio, semi eita, sakusa kiyōmi, kuroo tetsurō.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, f! reader, drug use [weed], oral (f&m receiving), lingerie, cream pies, dirty talk, slightly rough sex, praise, being tied up, blindfolds, mirror sex, 69, food play, shower sex, not proofread.

waiting in lacy lingerie for atsumu the day before his birthday, rose petals strewn around the floor and leading to the bedroom. your skin illuminated by the soft candlelight of the bedroom, the lingerie accentuating every inch of your body. he gets home, kisses you, fingers you until you cum, whining his name. he reaches towards the nightstand, remembering to use a condom, but you stop him, tell him one of his gifts is going raw. excited, he pushes into you, and doesn’t last long. all he can think of is filling you up, using the cum as lube to keep going.

when the restaurant is vacant, and it’s just you and osamu, he sometimes loves to have dessert. more specifically, you for dessert. you take a can of whipped cream, specially tucked away in the very back of the office mini fridge for moments like these. you make swirls on your nipples, make a sloppy heart on your pelvis. eagerly, he sucks onto your nipples, biting and kissing each as his tongue makes quick work of the cream. then, he kisses down your body, staring at you hungrily as he licks your pelvis clean. he fingers you as you shakily make new designs on your skin. he takes your clit between his lips and sucks, savoring the taste. he thinks you’re sweeter than any kind of dessert.

you run to eita after his performance at a concert, grinding on him ever so slightly when you hug him, squeezing your tits together when you ask why he’s pissy. “get the hell in the dressing room,” he hissed, grabbing your hand tightly and dragging you along. a small breeze rushes up your skirt, brushing against your bare pussy. he pushes you in, turns to lock the door, and turns back to you. you jump onto him and kiss him; he catches you, and stumbles towards his cluttered desk with the lit mirror. with one arm, he sweeps everything off and places you down, yanking up your skirt to eat you out. he buries himself between your thighs, fingering and sucking and licking roughly, just the way you like it. your back arches when you cum, and you moan loudly, but he tells you to be quiet as he picks you up again and presses you against a nearby wall. he lifts your skirt again, yanks his pants down, and presses into you quickly. eita tucks his face into your neck, fucking you hard. his pelvis rubs against your clit as he fucks, causing you to cum on his cock — your orgasm spurs on his own, and though you were both supposed to be quiet, you cum loudly together. with you, he can’t even think about how he’ll have to play everything off with his friends when he steps out.

tōru takes a hit of the pen, slapping your ass and squeezing it as he exhales the smoke over your back. it’s warm and smooth, a contrast to how hot and rough he’s fucking your pussy. your eyes water as your mouth dries up, the heat of arousal itching all over inside your body. he passes it to you, and all you can do is grip it and the sheets as he groans, his eyes falling shut as he grips your hips and listens to the sounds of his balls smacking against your clit, his hips slapping into your ass. “that’s perfect tōru, that’s just how i want it,” you babble, your mind racing with thoughts of him. being high together is occasional, and it’s always some of the best sex with him. he gets off on praise, even more so when he’s high, his loud groans breaking into tiny moans as you cry his name. “you feel s-so good, i love it when you fuck me like this, please don’t stop,” you push your head down into the sheets and raise your ass against his hips more, arms shaking. he collapses onto your back with a wheezy sigh, moaning loudly as his cock pumps all of his cum into you. he always cums a lot, and harder, when he’s high; he cries into your shoulder as you weakly throw your ass back onto him, a signal to keep going.

water rushes over your lower back and ass as you scoot forward, closer to tobio’s thighs. his tip bumps the back of your throat and you fight a gag back, taking him as deep as you can. your lips are wrapped around his base, long strings of spit leaking from your lips; the water washes it away. “mmm, fuck,” he hisses, his hand cupping the back of your head as he tries his best not to slip. “you feel so good.” he pushes you into his pelvis, yanks you back and then down again steadily. he’s always loved fucking your face like this. gasping, his body curls forward, over your head, and he can’t hold himself back as his free hand grips onto the shower curtain. his cock slams down your throat, the feeling so tight your eyes can only water as you let out gurgly moans around his wet cock. when he cums, he holds you down against him, whining curses at the way you greedily swallow all of it. somehow, he doesn’t pull the shower curtain down. when you pull back, he kisses you immediately, tongue meshing with yours. tobio loves tasting a little bit of himself on your tongue.

one night, you and kiyoomi decide to try something new. he ties you up to the bed, your legs spread, your pussy wet, and a silky black blindfold wrapped around your head. you hear the sounds of clothes being folded and placed onto the bed in front of you, and you twist helplessly. “omi, i fucking need you.” he sighs shakily, “of course, my love.” seeing you like this is beyond hot; he’s been dreaming of you looking like this for him. he grabs his cock, and guides his tip to your wet pussy. he slowly rubs his tip through your sticky folds, gasping as he watches you try to jerk your hips forward in a futile attempt to get him inside you. feeling his cock grow harder, kiyoomi keeps the tease going for a little longer until he decides he can’t take it anymore and pushes inside you. he presses inch by inch inside you, his hand landing on your pelvis with his thumb pressed to your clit. “fuuuck!” you feel like screaming at him, begging him to fuck you senselessly, desperate for his cum and all the pleasure he has to give. instead, you rein yourself in a little. “kiyoomi,” there’s something dark and demanding in your voice, even though you’re tied up. wasn’t he in control here? “yeah?” he develops a quick pace, gritting his teeth every time his tip hits the deepest parts of you. “i want you to fuck me until—shit!—until i’m screaming.” “you know i will,” is all he can say as he grips your hips and ruthlessly slams into you.

you look ahead through lidded eyes, into the mirror and at your obscene reflection. you’re on top of tetsurō, his cock stuffing your mouth as the rest of your body shakes in his grip. he yanked your ass down into his face, sucking your clit harder as two of his fingers thrust in and out of you. one of his large hands grips your hip, his nails digging into his skin more as you deepthroat him, leaving crescent moon indents in your skin. you watch as spit drips down his cock, down his balls, onto the towel below you. you feel your orgasm nearing, your pleasure climbing quickly when he mercilessly sucks your clit. he had told you before: “watch yourself in the mirror as we cum together.” you agreed, doubting you’d cum with tetsu. he said, “good girl.” and then pulled your pussy down to his mouth. moaning on his cock while he moans into your pussy, you feel the familiar heat blaze through the entirety of your lower body. you also feel his cock tighten, then begin to pulse as he cums hard in your mouth. as you cum on his fingers, jerking your hips back, you catch a quick glimpse at yourself in the mirror; spit covers your lips, your hair is mussed, and you look so unbelievably fucked out, drunk on tetsurō.

#kurooh #ahh feels good to write again :) #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #osamu smut #osamu x reader #kageyama smut #kageyama x reader #semi x reader #semi smut #semi eita #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu x you

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers pt 4.

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

100 follower special!! THANK YOU GUYS!!

Ft. Semi, Aran, Noya, Akaashi

The age range of the kids will differ for each character but it’s from babies up til like 17 or 18

CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, and certain styles of parenting

Enjoy lovelies <33

………………..

Semi Eita:

“That’s it sweetheart, keep going.” Semi coos at his 3 year old who is playing a little pink guitar (for children) she’s singing the words to You Are My Sunshine while Semi was recording her.

Why? Well, to cheer you up. Your friend was going through some really hard stuff that made you feel very upset so you went to help her out. Meaning Semi was to take care of your sweet toddler.

“Shunshine, you are mah shunshine!” She sung happily, Semi couldn’t bring himself to correct her wording. “You make me happy- uh what rest of da words daddy?” She asks still strumming the guitar out of tune.

He whispers the words as not to interrupt the video, “when skies are gray.”

“When skies are gway!” She sets the guitar down after singing that line.

“Daddy I done, send to Mommy.” She says eagerly and he chuckles. Your long time boyfriend (now fiancé) stops the recording and sends it to you.

“I think mommy will love this video.” He says holding his arms out for Kana to sit in his lap.

“I hope it make her feel happy, you think she really like it?” Kana asks playing with her small fingers.

“I think she’ll love it, would you like to play the piano, my dear?” Your home is filled with a bunch of instruments and Semi loves letting his little girl choose something each day to try to see if she’ll be a musical genius.

“Hmmm,” she taps her chin and responds, “I wanna play drums.” He moves his hair out of his face and picks his daughter up to take her to the music room where Semi works on songs and holds practice for his band.

“Drums it is!” He says and Kana claps her hands and does a little cheer.

Half way through their drum session Semi gets a phone call from you. When he picks it up he puts it in speaker.

“Hey baby, you’re on speaker.” He informs.

“Hey,” you say sounding tired. “Where’s my sweet pumpkin who sung for me?” You ask over the phone. Kana sets down the drum sticks and practically runs over to Semi’s phone.

“Me! It’s me mommy!” She says bouncing up and down.

“Thank you Kana, that made mommy feel much better.” You tell her which makes her giggle.

“Thank you mommy! What else I sing?” She asks. Your precious three year old is definitely ready to sing another song for you.

“How about row, row, row your boat?” You asked knowing it was an easy song that Kana knew.

“OO! OKAY!” She took a deep breath and started to sing.

“Row, row, row-” she stopped and you planned to ask her why but she answers the question that doesn’t come out of your mouth.

“Daddy! Why you not singing? Mommy loves when Daddy sings!” She practically scolds.

His deep chuckle is heard on your end. “Sorry, sorry. Let’s sing it together.”

Your two most precious people sing Row, Row, Row Your Boat. You felt better by the end of it. After Kana talked to you for a bit Semi dismissed her to play the drums while he chatted with you for awhile.

In the end you two talk about how precious your beautiful daughter is.

he sings his little girl to sleep as often as he can

they make up new songs together all the time 🥺

DREADS leaving for concerts

omg he loves it when u guys come to his concerts

he'll be like "shout out to my beautiful wife and baby girl who made this opportunity possible"

tbh he's lost ur daughter a few times " oh shit... i thought she was w you"

he has his two fav girls tatted on his shoulders

Aran Ojiro:

Fifteen year old Mei walked over to her father, she noticed him rubbing his temples.

"You okay, Daddy?" ahe asked worried for him.

"Yeah I'm good baby girl, momma and i just got into again. We'll make up with each other, though." Aran explains rubbing his goatee.

Mei walks over to him and gives him a hug.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It's not your fault that I got dress coded." Aran didn't say anything in return, he was sighs realizing how unaware he was when arguing with you.

"I talked to momma about it, you didn't know the skirt was too short. It looks a lot like my other one, right?" She states.

He was starting to realize how childish the argument was. Mei's school is very strict so the fact the skirt was two inches shorter than it needed to be was beyond Aran's understanding. He hadn't even noticed the difference.

It only became a problem because you had to leave work to pick up Mei. Aran couldn't because he had a game. When he came home you started arguing with him. He argued back because you pinned the blame on him. After all, he was responsible for getting Mei and Koro to school.

"Yeah it does. Is Koro sleep?" He asks his daughter.

"I put him down before y'all started arguing." She says retracting from the hug.

"I'm really sorry, I don't like when you and momma fight." Aran frowns, you two have been fighting more often than usual.

"I know baby, I think momma is stressed with a lotta stuff. I mean she's finally back from maternal leave, she's working toward a promotion, and some other things. I just gotta be more mindful."

Before Mei can respond you emerge from upstairs, "Go on Mei, momma needs to talk to daddy in private." It doesn't go unnoticed how Mei gives her dad a thumbs up before making her way upstairs.

"Aran, baby, i'm sorry.. Mei told me what happened." You say quietly. You had no idea what you were expecting but it wasn't your husband holding his arms out for you.

He embraces you quietly for a few minutes. and then he responds.

"I know things have been rough lately. I just want you to know, I still love you." He explains softly.

That shouldn't have made you tear up but it did.

"I love you too, Aran. Always." You say mirroring his previous statement.

SUCH A GOOD COOK

He was amazing helping you thru pregnancy i mean that man worked his ass off

You two agreed on no more kids after Mei but Koro came long sooooo

He loves both his babies dearly, he doesn't have a fav

Hates arguing with you :((

Not allowed to take them to stores cuz he's weak to their puppy dog eyes

He's 100% a dad superhero to his kids

Nishinoya Yuu:

Noya stared down his toddler. The little man started babbling very loudly.

"Don't you get an attitude with me, Akio. You think you're so high and mighty cuz, you're the result of my sperm!" He says in a teasing voice.

"Nishinoya Yuu he is two years ol-" you were cut off by your son.

"Sp-erm!" he says and claps. Noya mutters an 'oopsie' and you glare at him. "Yuu! Stop saying stuff like that in front of him," you scold.

"Well, tell him to stop copying me." Akio looks at his dad, "Stop, stop, stoooooooooop." You couldn't help but giggle it was so interesting seeing your son find his voice.

"Bye bye. Akio go bye bye." He says struggling to get down from the couch. Once he's down he starts running towards the bathroom.

"Yuu, make sure he's going potty and not playing in toilet water... again." Noya makes his way to the bathroom. After a few second you hear a groan followed by, "Akio, noooooo."

Your son can be heard laughing followed by, "daddy, noooooo."

"Dude toilet water is not something to play with." Noya sighs.

"Fuck you!" The two year old yells and you gasp loudly.

"Huh, wonder where you learned that, kid." Noya chuckled sheepishly.

"Nishinoya Yuu!" You yell and he comes into the dining room with your cute little trouble maker who had nothing on besides his pull-up.

"Ooooo daddy get trouble."

Noya begins muttering, "I don't- he must've... Tanaka..." you tap your foot and your two year old giggles.

"Tanaka what? Speak up, babe." you say with your arms crossed.

"Tanaka and I were watching a volleyball game with Akio and we were betting... the team I was betting on won so tanaka screamed f you when my team won by one point." Noya explains.

"Akio, that's a no no word, okay? We don't say everything we hear others say." You scold your son because not only is it Noya's fault it's his fault too.

"Otay mommy." Noya puts your little menace down.

"Let's go get you bathed little dude." He says smuggly.

"Good idea." When they're out of ears reach you sigh rather loudly.

You love your two guys but it can be tiring when your husband stoops to a two year old's level.

The type to be like "you want a piece of me little man?"

More often than not instead of handling a situation normally he'll get on his son's level

He stopped traveling so often to settle down with you

He and his son are always getting into some form of trouble

He made your son think popsicles are a sustainable breakfast

Butttt when you're gone he does pull himself together and makes an amazing father

He and Akio take naps together, being a menace is not easy work

Akaashi Keiji:

"No! The monster will get me!" Ami yells as she runs away from Bokuto.

"Papa save me!" She yells out to Akaashi.

"Honey, your Uncle Bokuto isn't a monster." he explains.

Bokuto pouts at Ami's reaction, any time he's over she gets scared. The scared little girl crawls into her father's lap for comfort. Akaashi rubs her little back and she hugs him close.

"I don't try to be scarey, Ami. I brought you candy!" Bokuto exclaims with the candy in his hand. It seems to work for a second because she turns her head to look at him. He smiles at her and she makes a small 'hmph' and nuzzles her head in her father's stomach.

"Come on, bun. Don't be shy, your uncle is really cool.." his voice lowers and he mutters, "at least most of the time he is." Ami hears this and giggles.

"Okay papa... you gotta hold my hand though, just in case." She says shyly.

Akaashi nods his head confirming he'll listen to his daughter's request. She cautiously approaches Bokuto. He holds out the candy for her to take, without hesitation the young girl grabs the candy and remembers her manners.

"Thank.. you." she says to bokuto. He beams at her and nods.

"That's my girl, you've got great manners." Akaashi says with a very small smile.

Everyone turns their head to the door because they hear it unlocking. "Ami, mommy's home with the kitten!" You yell.

Ami jumps up and down quickly forgetting she was even scared, "What did the vet say?! Will Popcorn be okay?!" She asks all at once.

"The vet said Popcorn has perfect health." Ami squeals in excitement. She runs over to the carrier to open it up so her kitten could come out.

Akaashi looks at his daughter in awe, "she's just like you." You know who he's refering to. He believes that your daughter looks more like you but you think it's the opposite.

"Papa come hold Popcorn!" Ami says. Akaashi walked toward the cat carrier and picked up the kitten. Ami was a giggling mess.

"Akaashi! I always knew you'd make a good father!" Bokuto exclaims dramatically.

"Huh, you really think so?" Akaashi asks and Bokuto can't get a word in because you're quick to interrupt.

"We know so!" Well, everyone knows so. Akaashi is calm and rational after all. He completes you and your daughter.

Stay at home dad (i don't make the rules)

His daughter is a daddy's girl

He initially said no to a kitten but you and your daughter begged until he said yes

Pretty calm in most situations

Surprisingly didn't freak out when he found out you were pregnant

He did so much research on how to be a dad because he didn't wanna mess up

VERY protective of his daughter

He bakes with his daughter as a hobby

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu characters as dads #haikyuu x reader #dad!haikyuu #haikyuu dads #semi eita #semi x reader #aran ojiro #aran x reader #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

02 fly high. where you have yet to realize what ushijima will mean to you.

<< 01 clear skies. | >> 03 shining light. | << the collection >>

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: double post this week, I'm feeling like i need some motivation to keep going. i wrote this a while ago, and am super excited with how this part ends, but i still feel like the flow isn’t the best here… word count: 1.4k warnings: some angst if you squint terms: furoshiki -- cloth that is used to wrap bento

june, first year

“curry rice!” you grin at the ash blonde haired boy, plopping a neatly wrapped bento on his desk as you slide into the seat in front of him. ever since your brother introduced you to him, he has become a constant in your everyday school life to the point that the two of you are almost inseparable. 

“are you coming over after practice again? we have that japanese homework that i need your help with” you shrug off your jacket, sweat sticking to your skin from the walk to school. summer is coming on quickly now, coaxing the spring blossoms that you loved so much away. 

semi hums in agreement as he unties the furoshiki and opens the bento excitedly. “it smells amazing, y/n! i am hungry thinking about it now even though i had breakfast.” he pouts at you. 

you laugh wholeheartedly, feeling something like satisfaction. it is one thing to have your family compliment your cooking, another to hear such sincere praises from your friends. you think this might just be it. high school might be better than you thought after all. after all the disappointments and heartbreaks from junior high and even before that. 

“thanks, eita. now keep it before you make the whole class hungry.” you poke fun at him as you pull out another set of wrapped bento, this one in plain cat print. it was the plainest, non-feminine-screaming furoshiki you could find after the one with crashing waves that you wrapped semi’s bento in. 

you didn’t normally bring bentos to school since both your parents are always busy with work. even this furoshiki is a recent addition after you graduated from junior high, when you started packing some meals for yourself. 

“so, you remember how ushijima-san helped me with my wound a few days ago?” you sound hesitant even to yourself. inside, you wanted to kick yourself for following through with this now that you are actually in the process of it, but it is too late. so you might as well get it over with. “i made an extra portion for him to thank him for his help… could you pass it to him at practice?”

“ehhh, why does he get one too? i have known you for two months now and it’s only my first time receiving a bento from you.”

you roll your eyes at the boy. “if you help me, i will make you a strawberry shortcake.” bribing him is easy when you knew he enjoyed the cake you shared last week. you breathe a sigh of relief when he does not pursue the topic any further. 

semi is quite the competitive persona, so it did not surprise you when that was the tangent he went off in, instead of the typical, do you like him? that other people would assume. this is good for you. you do not want him to misunderstand your intentions, and it’s not like you harbor those feelings for ushijima. you just strongly dislike the feeling of being in anyone’s debt. 

“how is practice for interhigh matches going anyway?” you smile at your newfound friend who you got along with as naturally as breathing. 

yes, high school will be different. i will see it so. 

it is pouring outside later that afternoon regardless of how clear the skies were when you walked to school in the morning. the sound of volleyball practice fades into the background as you pull out a blank music sheet and start scribbling the tune that has been rattling around your head today. 

today, when you climbed the stairs to the gymnasium and watched the practice match your school is playing against the college team that came in, you had expected to experiment with the melody when you get home later. you note that the usual starting lineup were on court, with the exception of one of the wingspikers being subbed out for ushijima. even though he is just a new first year. perhaps this is the lineup that the coach has in mind for the interhigh tournament, you had thought. 

and even though you have seen countless of your brother’s matches over the years, this one felt different. the spiking form of the player as he begins his approach, swinging both arms backwards before leaving the ground, feet kicked out behind him, and making contact with the ball with his left hand, sending it back into the opponent’s courtside, felt different. 

it had felt like you were given wings to soar high above the clouds when all life did was cover up the blue skies that you loved so much. it had felt like coming up for a full breath of fresh air after being dunked in water. it had felt like you were alive again, for once in a very long time. 

and the melody that you had been crafting takes on a life of its own, taking its first flight from your hands and rise high up into the sky. twisting, turning. triumphant. the notes flow onto the sheet as your hand struggles to keep up with your mind. 

before you know it, you hear semi calling your name from the court. eh, the match is over? you glance at your watch, showing two hours after when you arrived at the court. “yes! be right there!” you yell back, swinging your belongings onto your shoulder and making your way downstairs. 

music sheet in hand, mind far ahead of yourself, wanting to play it on your violin already, you venture to find your friend. semi is standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed while waiting for you. “were you paying any attention to the game, y/n?”

“what– take a look at this first,” you shove the paper in his hands, excitedly waiting for his response. one could say one of the reasons you two got along so well is your love for music. 

he takes his sweet time reading your rough draft and giving you a “hmph” before returning it to you. “fine, i forgive you for missing my set. this is an acceptable excuse, i suppose. it is no small feat to overcome a creative block.”  

semi shoots you a mischievous smile before slinging his arm over your shoulders and messing your hair up with his other hand. “SEMI”

“well done! but no next time though” “no promises”

another voice cuts through the air, stopping both of you from making a bigger scene. you had resorted to trying to make his hair stick up vertically as revenge. 

“miyamura-san…” ushjima holds out the cat clothed bento to you, slightly amused by you and semi. “thanks for the curry rice, it was delicious.” 

“waa, a compliment from ushijima-san, your cooking must have been amazing, miyamura-san,” a red-haired boy pokes his head out from behind ushijima, whom you would later learn is none other than tendo satori, a troublesome boy who always seemed to be able to see through you. 

you beam at his compliment, “heh, thanks guys.” swinging your bag to the front, you shuffle the things around in your bag to make space for the box. he had neatly tied the furoshiki around the box, which caught you by surprise, as semi had returned his to you in a clumsily packed fashion. you surmise that the rising ace in front of you is an athlete who probably likes to keep his life neat and in order, he seems like the type. 

“so what are you up to later, semi-semi?” 

“ah, i am going to y/n’s to study”

“can i come with? i have nothing else to do.”

“no! if you’re so free you can practice more volleyball.” 

semi banters with the red-haired boy, which sounds like a regular occasion to you. you chuckle to yourself, picturing ushijima, the stoic spiker, playing the referee between the two boys. now that would be entertaining to watch. 

your eyes meet ushijima’s, to which he raises his eyebrow at you as if he’s saying what’s so funny? you shrug, feigning innocence before turning away from him. 

neither of you realized it at the time, but ushijima gave you wings to fly, even before you really knew each other. 

#one summer day #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x you #ushijima wakatoshi x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima x y/n #ushijima fluff #ushijima angst #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima wakatoshi angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #semi eita #shiratorizawa #wakatoshi x reader #hq wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi haikyuu #haikyuu wakatoshi #ushijima x reader fluff #ushijima x reader angst

[ensemblesmile]

rockstar in love

tags: best friends dad, age gap (reader in their 20s, semi in his 30s), fingering, hickeys, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, infidelity, (and probably more that i can’t currently think of).

warnings: minor and ageless blogs DNI!! i will block any that do interact without ages in their bios or pinned.

word count: 10.6k

summary; famous rockstar semi eita is thought to be in a happy marriage with two amazing kids, however his life isn’t quite so picture book perfect as his fans might think. or, at least it wasn’t. but the moment he met you, he dreams of the actual picture book life he could have with you that finally comes true during your final summer break of college.

a/n: it's finally posted! it feels like ages since i posted this thirst of a rockstar!dilf!semi eita. it is definitely different from that post, however the dilf rockstar semi is still the same, and that he is also readers best friends dad. also, this was my first time ever writing smut so i would like to apologize if that part of the fic is not written well... also also, i may or may not write a second part depending on if this is well received or not as well as if i get any ideas... anyways, i hope you enjoy!

semi eita, lead bassist and composer for the infinity order, had prided himself on the fact he had the most perfect family anyone could ever dream of. the perfect wife, an amazing son, and a beautiful daughter. or at least, that's the façade he's kept up for years because his manager didn't want him to ruin his image or his bands.

however, behind closed doors, his family isn't all that it's cracked up to be. his son hasn't willingly talked to him in years, his wife cares more about money and status than being a good wife, a good lover. the only thing good in his life is his daughter, the only one who's been by his side through everything.

when his daughter had gone off to an arts school in the states, he'd thrown himself into his work, hoping to distract himself from having to see his wife or son the few times a day they would come home. due to his newfound dedication with his work, his band mates had started to worry about their lead bassist and composer. they hoped he wasn't pushing himself too much, but they couldn't lie and say they didn't find his dedication to his work admirable. and because of this need to stay away from home, the band had been able to crank out single after single, eventually being able to turn out a few new albums before the year was up and gaining more and more attention from new fans, both nationally and internationally. and due to this newfound popularity, semi and his band mates had been able to quit their day jobs in order to focus solely on their band.

once semi quit his day job, he'd moved out of the penthouse suite he shared with his wife and son, buying himself his own house and a huge property, thankfully being able to afford it due to his bands rise in popularity.

the few times his daughter had come back to japan for breaks, she'd brought various friends with her, though only one seemed to always be by her side. that friend was you, a sassy dancer semi had started to get to know as incredibly strong willed, stubborn as all hell, and, at least in semi's eyes, sexy as fuck and intriguing as hell. whenever you were visiting with his daughter, he would always find himself secretly searching for or staring at you, sometimes feeling an erection start to grow if you happened to be trying out a new dance routine when you thought only his daughter, semi aiko, was looking. he'd always curse himself when he found himself growing hard to his daughters best friend, hating that you, someone almost half his age, had such an effect on him. he couldn't help that he once recorded a new dance you had been showing aiko, jacking off to the you in the video who's hips swayed tantalizingly and the look on your face which was pure sin in semi's eyes.

you, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to his growing attraction towards you. when you'd first met him, he'd been nothing more than your best friends father, the one person in aiko's family that she even still talked to. but as you started to get to know him during your visits to japan, you'd slowly started to find him attractive the more you got to know him. you, however, would always shake off your attraction towards him, cursing yourself for starting to feel something for your best friends father. honestly though, you couldn't keep shaking off your growing attraction towards the mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome male that always welcomed you into his home with open arms. you would have to face your feelings eventually.

so one spring break, when you returned to japan with aiko, your attraction for him (and he for you) started to bubble over, resulting in "coincidental" run ins, lingering looks shared over meals or conversations, brief touches as you passed each other in the halls, or random excuses to touch each other in...less than appropriate ways.

you had also found yourself dressing differently. not in a way that would show more skin, but in a way that showed off your curves without revealing skin. you were confident in your body up to a point, but once clothes started coming off, your comfort levels started to decrease. that was why you'd stuck with clothes that accentuated your curves. and boy did semi notice these changes, finding that he seemed to be getting harder a lot more frequently, finding more chances for lingering touches or chances to talk with you more just so he could stare at you in the guise of being a good listener.

these actions, however, did not go unnoticed by aiko, the one person who knew semi the best. the mutual yet hidden feelings had become clear to her one day during her second year of college when she and you had been visiting japan for a short visit during spring break. at first, aiko was a bit weirded out by this development when she'd first found out, however she had slowly started to accept it — and even silently support it — the more she realized her father had been happier than he had been in a while. if you, her best friend, were able to make her father genuinely smile — a feat he'd only been known to do when onstage nowadays — then of course she would support a relationship between her best friend and her father. how couldn't she? if you genuinely made her dad happy, she would help your relationship blossom.

so, after months of secretly planning, she invited you to visit her father in japan with her during summer break where she would finally put her plan into action. well, she would start working on her plan before summer break by getting you more comfortable with wearing clothes you were usually less than comfortable wearing. and one day, after you had agreed to visit japan with her for the third summer in a row, she had suddenly brought up you and her father which had caused you to blush bright red and stutter hurriedly to change the subject. however, with that reaction, aiko's suspicions had finally been confirmed — at least on your end. she would still need to confirm things concerning her father, but that could wait. right then, she had to grill you about those feelings you were feeling towards her dad.

"so, y/n, now that you've agreed to visit japan with me for summer break, is it because you know my dad will be back from tour?" aiko had suddenly asked one day during a sacred girls day you and aiko usually did after a rather stressful week of classes.

"wh- what are you talking about, aiko? of course that's not the reason," you'd quickly rejected, face heating up into a deep red blush, quickly turning away from her so she couldn't see the blush coating your cheeks.

"i knew it!" aiko cheered upon seeing your reaction, hands thrown into the air in triumph.

"shut up, i have no idea what you mean," you muttered, shaking your head at your best friend in embarrassment.

"oh, i'm not mad," aiko assured, reaching out to give your arm a squeeze of reassurance. "yeah, when i first found out i was a bit confused and concerned, but the happier i saw my dad get, the more i found i was okay with it. sure, you're my best friend, and sure, it would be weird to start thinking of you as my stepmom, but so long as my dad is happy and finally out of that toxic relationship, the better off he'll be. and i just know he'll be better off with you in the picture."

"wait, so you're actually supporting this?" you had questioned, dumbfounded at the way aiko seemed completely okay with whatever might happen. "and don't get ahead of yourself. i don't even know if eita-san likes me in that way."

"so long as you make my dad happy, then yeah, i'll support you," aiko nodded, sending you a smile so big and contagious, you felt your own smile grow in response. however, you felt it slip away the moment aiko had given you a serious look. "but i swear, if you end up hurting my dad, i will make your life miserable. and don't be ridiculous, if he didn't also like you in that way, do you think i would even be bringing this up?"

"of course, ma'am, i would never dream of hurting eita-san," you responded seriously, earning a quick attitude change from aiko in the process. this had you raising a silent eyebrow in concern, musing silently to yourself about how the semi family — at least the two you knew — were very strange people. but you knew for a fact that if given the chance, you would never choose to not meet your best friend, the first true friend you had ever known — your own siblings excluded.

and so, the rest of that girls day was spent discussing aiko's surefire plan to get you and her father together.

step one: get you more comfortable with wearing more revealing clothes so that by summer, you could confidently strut around in clothes aiko knew would drive her father mad. step two: get you both chances for those lingering touches to get bolder, more insistent. in aiko's words, "build up that sexual tension." step three: set up the perfect occasion for you and him to be alone, setting the most perfect atmosphere for all that built up sexual tension. in aiko's words, "that built up sexual tension needs to snap at some point, why not make it while i'll be out of the house so you have the whole place to yourselves? besides, i don't want to hear any of it."

after giving you the plan, you and her worked continuously on it to refine and rework the plan before heading to japan for summer break, where you would start to enact said plan into your daily life.

it started the moment you arrived in japan, wearing a much too revealing outfit in public for semi's liking. you wore black combat boots, black fishnets, short jean shorts, a black crop top decorated by a silver sun design that happened to reveal your stomach if you were to move or stretch a certain way, and a red flannel that hung low over your backside so that from the back angle, it looked like you weren't wearing any pants. never in a million years would he have guessed it was you walking beside his daughter as you both made your way to the baggage claim, talking excitedly to each other with bags slung haphazardly over your shoulders.

as he stood in the airport, he realized that he must've been standing out too much because he found himself surrounded by a sea of fans, all bombarding him with questions and requests, though he hardly seemed to notice them as he barely took his eyes off you and your — in his eyes — very appealing yet revealing attire.

"sorry, my daughter and her friend are here, thank you for supporting my band and i," semi quickly spoke up, pushing through the crowd to get to you and aiko's side.

"hi, dad!" aiko smiled, giving her father a bright smile and big hug, happy to see her father after the semester apart. "you didn't have to pick us up, we could've called an uver," aiko added, glancing towards the large group of people who all seemed to be staring at them.

"nonsense, i wanted to greet my daughter the moment she came back to japan, just like i always have," semi responded, ruffling the younger semi's hair in amusement.

"hey, not the hair," aiko protested, sending her dad a glare as she fixed her hair.

"thank you for having me again this summer, eita-san," you finally spoke, having been silent the entire exchange, but now finally finding the perfect opportunity to speak up — though it may have had more to do with aiko giving you a sharp elbow to the side.

"of course, y/n, thank you for continuing to watch over my daughter in the states," semi responded, giving you a warm smile.

"of course, i'd never leave aiko, she'd be in trouble if it weren't for me," you spoke teasingly, eyes twinkling in amusement as you smirked at your best friend due to the look she had shot you.

"shut up, y/n, like you're one to talk," aiko responded, elbowing your side, causing you to double over in mock pain.

"ouch, i'm wounded, aiko," you responded, placing one hand above your heart while the other went to rub your side as if to soothe a sharp pain.

"payback's a bitch, isn't it," aiko teased, a twinkle of amusement in her eye that semi had grown used to whenever you and her were together.

semi simply watched your and aiko's exchange, used to the dynamic you shared due to your closeness. it was something semi had no idea he was missing until it suddenly came back into his life. he was so lost in thought thinking about how much he had missed his daughter, and especially you, that he hadn't realized that aiko was heading towards the carousel to collect your and her luggage until you were pulling gently at his arm in order to move off to the side so you weren't taking up so much space. with a muttered apology for getting lost in thought, he quickly followed you, watching from the corner of his eye as you tapped away furiously on your phone. he had an urge to see what you were doing, but he knew he needed to respect your privacy, so he refrained, deciding to simply watch in amusement as you reacted to what was on your phone with minute facial details. a crinkle in your brow to show confusion, a light blush to show embarrassment, a huff and pursed lips to show annoyance, a smirk to show smugness. semi should probably feel worried that he could pick up on so much when it came to you, but he just couldn't find it in himself to actually feel that way. after all, you were a puzzle he just wanted to solve — or was there more to it?

"—ther, father you there?" aiko questioned, waving a hand in front of semi's face to try and catch his attention. "i got our luggage if you want to get out of here." aiko explained, gesturing down to the two bags that now sat at their feet. "and also, to get away from...this," she added, glancing behind her to gesture to the sea of people still trying to get a good look at half of the semi family.

"ahh yes, sorry," semi apologized, glancing from his daughter to the crowd gathering behind her then back to his daughter before sending her an apologetic smile and then taking both bags for the girls and leading the way to his car so they could leave. he could hear you and aiko whispering together behind his back, however it was too soft so he wasn't able to pick up on just what you might be whispering.

"you take the front seat, talk to him," aiko was whispering, urging you to make a move, even if it was just a small one.

"you'll be in the backseat though, so won't that be a bit awkward," you whispered back, glancing nervously in front of you to semi's back.

"as if, i'll have my headphones in and i am a bit jet lagged, i'll probably take a nap on the drive there," aiko responded, rolling her eyes at your nervous attitude in amusement.

"but-" you tried again, only to earn a sharp glare from aiko to stop you from continuing.

"look, think of it this way, this is step one of our plan to get rid of the sexual tension between you and my father," aiko hissed, shoving you towards the front seat upon the arrival to semi's vehicle.

having finished putting your bags into the back of the vehicle, semi had watched the particularly insistent shove from aiko with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk taking over his features as he notices the subtle glare you had sent aiko before opening the front passenger door and taking a seat in the passenger side of the car.

aiko simply rolled her eyes at you in reply as she got into the back seat, instantly pulling out her headphones and blasting her music, loud enough you could just barely hear it in the front of the car. reaching a hand behind you, you swatted at air, hoping to give your best friend a smack for being so obvious. aiko simply watched a you flailed around in amusement, making sure to keep to herself until semi got into the car, stopping your vain struggle in finding aiko in the back seat. she noticed semi's mouth moving, meaning he was probably talking to you though she couldn't hear anything over her music, not that she wanted to hear anything you or he would be saying. with that thought firmly in her mind, aiko stared out the window, letting her mind wander as she watched the scenery pass by, eventually letting jet lag catch up to her and resting her eyes.

you were in a similar position as aiko, though you tried to push through it in order to continue the conversation you'd been having with the rockstar. it was mainly about his career and your semester since you'd last seen him. small talk that slowly petered out as you, too, felt the affects of jet lag starting to catch up with you.

noticing the newfound silence, semi glanced at you from the corner of his eye, realizing you must've been tired though you looked like you wanted to fight it. with a small smile on his face, he reached over, placing a large, calloused hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, urging you to go to sleep and that he would wake you when they arrived at his home. you sighed softly and nodded your head, resting it against the glass as you let your mind wander. absentmindedly, mind muddled with sleep, you had reached down towards his hand to gently start playing with his fingers as you felt yourself slowly fall asleep.

semi couldn't help the surprise that took over his face for a second before a soft smile made its way onto his face, stilling your fingers to gently turn over his hand and simply hold your hand, fingers interlaced as you slept. fleeting moments like these are what semi wished for, to bask in your warmth and acceptance of who he was and what he stood for. because that's what you did, accepted him for who he was the moment you'd met him.

semi silently lamented the fact you were his daughters age, because if you had been older, he would've instantly called for a divorce with his wife and had pursued you. no one besides aiko had ever accepted him for who he was, they were always too enamored with the fact he was a rockstar, too interested in his money or using him in order to get at his bandmates. they never seemed to see him as the man he was, but rather the man the media portrayed him as. but you were different, you had made an effort to get to know him, to understand the real him, who he was behind his rockstar persona.

upon arriving to the house, semi gently pulled your hand up to his lips where he pressed a gentle kiss against the back of your hand before he gently placed it back on your thigh and let go of your hand. you had made a sound of protest as he let go of your hand, though he couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not, so he simply leaned over, pressed a kiss to your temple, and then, in a whisper, promised he'd be back for you. then he got out of the car, grabbing both your and aiko's luggage, and bringing them inside and up to your designated rooms. then he came back for aiko, gently lifting her bridal style and bringing her to her own room and placing her on the bed. he knew he wouldn't be able to wake aiko so he decided he wouldn't bother. then he went back to the car in order to wake you up, though when he opened the passenger side door, he instantly found he didn't have the heart to. you just looked so peaceful, a calm look on your face instead of the worry that usually marred your beautiful features. sighing softly, he carefully unbuckled you and then picked you up bridal style, stiffening for a second when he felt you cuddle closer to him before heading towards your bedroom in the house. when he reached your room, he had carefully placed you down and then tucked you in, smiling to himself because you just looked so at ease while you slept.

as semi was turning to go, he froze as he felt a tug on his arm, causing him to slowly turn around to face you. "please stay," you murmured half asleep. semi silently cursed at the invitation, inwardly debating with himself on whether or not he should actually stay. he couldn't lie to himself, the thought of holding you while you slept did sound tempting, however he wasn't sure you knew entirely what you were saying as you lay there, half asleep, trying to get him to stay there with you.

sighing, he knelt down on the ground. "i want to, beautiful, but i don't want you to think i'm taking advantage of you or anything," he explained softly, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip as he spoke.

"i don't care about that, i just want someone to hold me," you responded, leaning into his touch subconsciously. "please, eita-san, hold me, that's all i'm asking." honestly, you weren't above begging at this point, you just felt so touch deprived since your breakup that you didn't care who it was so long as they held you close. semi seemed to be debating with himself why he should and shouldn't give in, though he ultimately gave in to the desire to hold you close like he had when carrying you up to the room.

sighing, semi slipped off his shoes before lifting the blankets, urging you to scoot back as he climbed into the bed beside you and then enveloped you in his arms, smiling softly to himself the moment you shifted closer and buried your face in his chest. oh if only he could stay like that with you forever. finally holding you in his arms, softly tracing random patterns onto your back, semi felt at home, more at home than he'd ever felt when holding anyone — besides maybe aiko, though it definitely was in a different way from how he felt when he held you. you hummed softly, a content sound to semi's ears, as you slowly drifted off to sleep, your breathes evening out and lulling him to sleep as well. it didn't take long for him to fall asleep despite him trying to fight it.

it had been a few hours since you had arrived at semi's home when aiko woke up, slowly at first until she felt her stomach growl. after that sound, she quickly got up, dressed, and headed to your room to check if you wanted anything specific, though she froze in her steps upon opening the door, spotting her father cradling you against him as you both slept. a small smile took over her face as she whipped out her phone to snap a picture, forgetting that her sound was on and cringing when the shutter sound went off. despite the loud click her phone had made, she had managed to capture a sweet moment between them, smiling to herself as she closed the door and went towards the kitchen to make some food for herself, staring at the picture with a soft smile on her face.

in it, semi's back was facing the camera, his lower half covered by blankets. he had his arms wrapped around your midsection, with his chen resting softly above your head. she had managed to capture the picture at an angle, so she was able to just barely make out your face buried in semi's chest, a soft smile on your lips as if you were subconsciously reveling in the warmth semi provided as he snoozed right next to you.

"is that the picture you took of us?" a voice spoke up behind aiko, causing the young semi to jump in surprise and turn to face her dad who wore an apologetic smile at having scared his daughter.

"geez, dad, a little warning next time? i thought you were still asleep," aiko muttered, clutching a hand over her heart as she felt it racing beneath her hand.

"sorry, i thought you would've realized i woke up," semi grimaced, glancing away in embarrassment from his daughter. "but you have to admit, that click wasn't exactly subtle, im a bit surprised y/n's still asleep."

"oh please," aiko snorted, clicking her phone off and sliding it into her back pocket. "that girl can sleep through anything. it's a pain trying to wake her up in the mornings so she isn't late for classes."

semi hummed thoughtfully at this new information, enjoying the fact he was learning more about you, even if it was from his daughter and not directly from you. as he absorbed this new information about you, he made his way into the kitchen, grabbing pots, pans, dishes, anything he felt he would need when making dinner, aiko taking a seat at the island which sat in the center of the rather large kitchen. no words were spoken between the father daughter pair as the elder semi made dinner and the younger semi prepared a side dish, the pair working well together despite neither knowing what exactly the other was making.

when the meal was finally finished, neither semi had the heart to wake you just yet so they made sure to keep whatever needed to stay warm was nice and toasty in the oven while they cleaned up and set the table in the dining room that semi only ever used whenever the pair were there or he had guests over. the silence was broken by aiko who had been trying to come up with a subtle yet serious way to bring up the potential relationship between two of the three people who mattered most to her.

"so, you and y/n?" she had questioned, earning a raised eyebrow from semi as if asking what she meant by that. "like, what's going on? do you like her or..."

"why are you asking, aiko?" was semi's response as he continued to set the table, making sure not even the napkins were out of place.

"oh, you know," aiko responded, a teasing glint in her eye as she unlocked her phone and tapped on the screen a few times before sliding the phone towards the rockstar, a smirk on her face as she watched a light blush coat semi's cheeks as he glanced at the phone and then looked away. "i totally encourage whatever it is you might want to pursue with my best friend. just, yknow, don't do anything gross around me, that crosses the line."

"pursue?" semi questioned, eyebrow raised at aiko as if questioning why she was bringing up something like that now of all times.

"yeah, i saw the way you were holding her, and when you picked us up from the airport, don't think i didn't notice the look you were giving her," aiko responded, a smirk now permanently on her face as the elder semi just continued to prove her point. "look, i was a bit weirded out at first when i found out about your...mutual interest in each other. however, as i watched your interactions from afar, i realized that y/n makes you happy, more happy than i've ever seen you with...her. if she makes you happy, i won't complain. but if you hurt my best friend..."

"yeah, i guess you're right," semi mused, thinking back to the time when they'd first met and the many other interactions since. okay, so maybe she was definitely right. "look, i won't hurt y/n, i could never hurt her. and i promise not to show too much affection with her in front of you. however, i don't...does she really like me like that?"

"seriously?" aiko questioned, an unimpressed eyebrow raised. semi gave her a somewhat sheepish look as aiko sighed and muttered something unintelligible under her breath. "geez, it's like you're a lovesick teenager, dad. i'm not having this conversation with you. no, no way."

"alright, i get it, i'll figure things out on my own," semi sighed before turning towards the archway and leaving the room.

"where you going?" aiko called after his retreating form.

"to wake up y/n so we can eat," semi responded, striding towards the stairs and to your room. pushing open the door, what semi wasn't expecting to find was you curled into a ball, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps, eyes squeezed shut as if you were in pain. "hey y/n-hey y/n are you okay?" he questioned, dropping to his knees in front of you in order to be level with you. he had never seen you like this, though, so admittedly he didn't exactly know what to do in this sort of situation. he shot a quick text to aiko who suddenly appeared in the room, shoving her dad aside so she could be at eye level with you if you were to open your eyes.

"hey, y/n, open your eyes for me and breathe," aiko spoke, her tone gentle yet demanding as she spoke to her friend. y/n cracked an eye open slowly, one after another, staring into a familiar pair of hazel eyes. "good, now breathe in slowly through your nose, and then slowly out through your mouth." when aiko instructed you to breathe, you followed what she said, over and over again as you slowly felt the pounding of your heart decrease. the three of you sat in your room for a good half hour as you slowly calmed down and regained your bearings, neither semi willing to leave your side until you were calm enough to move.

when that happened, you slowly pulled yourself from your ball and gently sat at the edge of the bed, smiling softly in thanks at aiko for helping you get through yet another of your panic attacks, before your gaze averted to semi, eyes widening at the pure, unadulterated worry and relief swimming in his eyes as he gazed at you, hands going up to reach up to cup your face as he stared into your eyes, searching them for anything that might give him a hint as to what had just happened. he hardly acknowledged when aiko spoke up, saying she would be getting their dinner on the table, instead keeping his full focus on the woman who was slowly starting to steal his heart for herself.

"ei- eita-san, i'm okay, really," you murmured, a sigh escaping your lips as you leaned into his touch, hands moving up to cover his own resting on your cheeks.

"you really worried me there, beautiful," semi breathed, thumb absently running over your cheek and causing you to sigh into the touch.

"i'm sorry, i think it was just the unfamiliar environment that caused the panic attack, or it could've been my dream...though i don't really remember what it was about," you murmured in response, closing your eyes as you tried to remember just what your dream had been about.

"don't worry about the cause, i'm sorry i wasn't able to help you with it, i felt pretty useless just sitting there staring at you," semi apologized softly, taking his hands from your face and instead holding them out for you to grab, pulling you up so you were almost flush against him. honestly, what he really wanted to do was lay back down with you wrapped securely in his arms, however he knew you needed to eat something and aiko was probably waiting for them so he instead settled for wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, chin resting on the top of your head.

"i'm sorry for worrying you, eita-san, thank you for staying though," you murmured, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning a cheek against his chest.

"shhh, it's okay, beautiful," semi responded. "now let's go eat dinner, i'm sure aiko's getting impatient."

"mmh, she does this to me all the time with her boyfriend, she'll survive," you hummed despite pulling away from semi and heading for the door, pausing when you felt a tug on your hand to turn back to him.

"stay with me tonight," semi murmured, interlacing your fingers together.

"feeling lonely?" you teased, eyes twinkling in amusement as a myriad of emotions seemed to pass over his eyes before landing on adoration.

"i just want to be there for you if something like that happens again in the middle of the night," semi responded, pulling you along with him as he led the way through the large house to the dining room where aiko was no doubt waiting for them. your brain seemed to have stalled at the new information which had caused semi to lead the way, making sure you were following behind despite your still clasped hands.

"ugh, dad, what did you do to my best friend?" aiko muttered, catching the almost vacant look in your eyes as you took the seat across from her, semi to your right at the head of the table.

"i don't think i did anything, she was fine until we left her room," semi responded, glancing worriedly at you as you absently started scooping food onto your plate.

the three of you fell into silence, both semi's casting worried glances over to you every so often. it wasn't until after dinner when you had offered to do the dishes that both semi's seemed to breathe sighs of relief that you were fine. aiko blamed it on the fact you still seemed tired, and the way you woke up hadn't been the best way, either, wracked with panic.

"yeah, okay, you do the dishes then, i'll set up a movie or something in the theatre to watch before we go to sleep for the night," aiko nodded, heading for the archway after having cleaned up her side of the table, handing the dishes off to semi as she left.

then, with hands full of dirty dishes, semi followed you into the kitchen and over to the sink where he set them down and then headed back out for the leftovers, transferring them to tupperware and placing them into the fridge.

the two of you worked in silence, with you washing the dishes and semi drying them after you had finished washing them. it felt so domestic to you, almost feeling like something you could get used to if it was with semi. the dishes were done faster than you would've liked, wanting to spend even just a little more time with semi before joining aiko in the home theatre room semi had redecorated part of the basement into.

it seemed semi had the same thought, wanting to spend even just a little more time with you before joining aiko for a movie night. after you had dried your hands with a towel semi hadn't used to dry dishes, semi had caged you in between himself and the island, hands resting on the island countertop to keep you trapped there. your usually soft e/c eyes went wide with surprise as you glanced from his arms to the smirk he wore. his hands slowly travelled from the island to your hips, lifting you up onto the island and setting you down on it so that you were almost eye level with him, though he was still taller than your seated form.

"eita-san, what are you doing?" you asked breathlessly, eyes never leaving his gaze.

"i was planning on finally kissing you if that was alright," semi responded softly, hands trailing from your hips to your thighs, spreading them apart so he could stand between your legs so he could be even that much closer to you.

"oh please," you murmured, wrapping arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, your bodies almost flush with each other as you got your first taste of each other. you smiled into the kiss as semi groaned, loving the way you felt against him. his lips parted and his tongue shot out, licking at your bottom lip as if demanding entrance. you responded in kind, parting your own lips to allow him entrance, tilting your head slightly to allow for better access, hands going from around his neck and into his hair to brush through his hair. when he slipped in his tongue, it met your own, at first fighting for dominance before he won, almost finding himself moaning at the taste of you and feeling himself go hard to the taste of you.

"ugh, please stop biting each others faces off," aiko muttered from the entrance of the kitchen before she entered and went about making popcorn.

semi silently cursed aiko for interrupting, pulling away from you who quickly buried your face in semi's neck to hide your blush from your best friend.

"i'm happy for you guys, truly, i am," aiko continued as the machine started the process of popping popcorn. "however, if i have to see anymore of that, i will cut you. i do not want to see my dad going at it with my best friend, that's a picture my mind would much rather live without."

"shut up, ai, it's not like i wanted to see you and your boyfriend going at it either, and yet here we are," you spoke up lightly, still blushing like crazy though your face was no longer hidden in semi's neck.

"shut up, that was completely different and you know it," aiko sniffed, turning her nose up and away from you in mock defiance.

"really? because at the time, your boyfriend happened to be my older brother," you responded, earning a sheepish look from aiko in response.

semi, who was simply content holding you close after you had pulled away from the kiss due to aiko's interruption, raised an eyebrow at the conversation between the best friends. "oh? you dated y/n's brother?" semi interrupted their conversation, earning a small nod from y/n in response while aiko sighed.

"yeah, they ended on good terms though," you murmured, smiling softly over semi's shoulder at aiko who couldn't help the slight frown on her face.

"they may have been good terms, but you never really forget your first relationship," aiko sighed, cupping her face in her hands as she thought back on her relationship with sora.

"if only you could," semi muttered darkly, though he had to admit that two good things came out of that relationship, and they were both currently in the kitchen with him. if he had never been with that woman in any way, he never would've had aiko, and if he never had aiko, he never would've met you. so one good thing that led to another good thing had happened between him and that woman — semi refused to think of her as anything else now that he was finally able to hold you in his arms.

"hey, stay with me, don't think back to then," you murmured, moving a hand up to his forehead to rub at the worry lines that started to mar his features. "be with me, in the moment, not then with her."

"you're right," semi murmured, moving his head to your neck to give you some featherlight kisses there.

"alright, and that's my cue to leave the room," aiko declared, taking her newly made bowl of popcorn and marching from the room, calling over her shoulder how the movie was ready whenever they were if they still wanted to watch it.

"we're coming!" you responded, pushing lightly at semi's shoulders in order to make him move back to give you space to jump down from the island. semi grumbled about having to watch a movie, saying he'd much rather spend his time doing something else to which you just laughed at, commenting how it was true guys only have one thing on the brain when it came to the object of their affection.

semi watched you for a few seconds, admiring the slight sway of your hips as you followed aiko, calling over your shoulder if he was coming or just going to admire your ass to which he chuckled and quickly caught up, grabbing your hand to guide you to a couch behind the one aiko sat at and away. he then got comfortable, reclining back before pulling you down to sit between his legs, back resting against his chest so he could cuddle with you as the movie played.

or maybe he wasn't thinking of just cuddling because aiko had barely even started the movie before semi swept aside your hair and you felt lips on your neck along with the subtle scape of teeth against your skin causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the feeling. without much thought, you exposed more of your neck to the bold male, feeling a smirk take over as he continued his ministrations on your neck, growing bolder as he listened to your breathing hitch in your throat or the way you exposed more of your neck to him. loving the way you reacted to him, he continued on, growing even bolder by lifting your shirt with his hands so he could trace your hips and stomach without barriers between his hands and your skin. another bold action was him trailing kisses along your neck until he found the spot on your neck that you reacted to the most and then biting down, leaving a bruise in its wake. he was quick to soothe the inflamed area with his tongue, feeling himself go hard at the breathless moan you released at the feeling.

"if you guys start doing it on that couch i swear to god," aiko spoke up, throwing a handful of popcorn in their general direction. "are you even paying attention to the movie? go upstairs if you're going to do...that."

"yeah yeah, i hear you aiko," semi responded, standing up with you in his arms bridal style. "enjoy...whatever it is you're watching. i think we'll be busy tonight so don't bother us any." he called over his shoulder as the two of you left, you slinging your arms around his shoulders for two reasons. the first being so you could steady yourself, not wanting to risk possibly falling from his grip. the second reason being to hide your face in his neck, your cheeks burning as you heard over and over again the exchange between your friend and the man you were slowly starting to realize you were in love with.

"hey now, beautiful, don't go getting shy on me now," semi spoke softly, stopping in front of a door and swinging it open, maneuvering himself and you inside before gently laying you down on the large king size bed on one side of the room in the center of that wall.

you carefully scooted yourself up the bed so that your back was resting on many pillows. then you took a moment to take in the room around you. directly across from the foot of the bed sat a nightstand with a large tv. on either side of the nightstand stood two doors, one of which you assumed led to a walk in closet and the other to the bathroom. a few pictures hung here and there of him and aiko mostly, though you did see some of him with his bandmates and even some of you, him, and aiko. honestly, the room didn't look how you were expecting it to. you thought the musician might have more instruments in his room just in case he thought of a melody or lyrics late at night. 

semi could see your mind racing with questions, smiling softly at the sight of you slowly taking in his room. "what are you looking for, beautiful?"

"your room just looks...different from what i was picturing, i guess," you replied softly, turning your head to face him.

"really? how so?" he questioned, crawling into the bed right next to you, laying on his side so he could stare at you as you spoke.

"i don't know, i guess i just assumed, with you being a musician and all, especially being the composer for your group, that you would have more instruments set up around the place," you murmured, sighing at the feeling of his fingertips dancing over your hip as you turned onto your side to face him.

"that's a fair assumption," semi responded, loving to see how you reacted to his every touch. "my recording studio is right through that door though, so i don't really need them with me in order to compose in the middle of the night. however, i will tell you that this room is soundproof just like my recording studio, so you can be as loud as you want to and aiko will be none the wiser." he whispered against your lips, having moved closer as he explained where his instruments actually were.

your face instantly bloomed bright red at the implications, wanting to turn away from the shameless man in front of you, though he wouldn't let you because he was now kissing you, rolling you over so that he landed on top of you, using his forearms to steady himself so that he wouldn't crush you under his weight. but before the kiss could go any further, you moved a hand to his chest and pushed him away, a look of hurt flashing in his eyes for a millisecond before being replaced by worry. maybe he was too bold, maybe you didn't actually want this, maybe maybe maybe. many other possibilities flew around in his mind but before he could get carried away, you spoke up, speaking words he never thought he would ever hear from your mouth.

"are you sure you want me, you want this?" you whispered uncertainly, voice shaking with emotion as you looked anywhere but at semi. semi, confused on where this was coming from, sat up and then pulled you with him, sitting at the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap where he could watch your side profile even if you tried to hide your face.

"what do you mean, dove?" he questioned, wanting to get to the bottom of this sudden hesitation from you.

"i- i just mean like-" you spoke, pausing every few words because you weren't sure if you were ready to share the sudden flash of insecurity you felt. "you could have anybody you wanted, literally anyone at all, so why choose me?"

"are you kidding?" semi questioned incredulously, almost throwing his head back and laughing at the question though refraining before he could tell you were serious about it and he didn't want to give you any reason to get mad at him or leave. "look at you, dove, you're the most beautiful woman on the planet, nothing can change my mind about this fact."

"no i'm not, i'm really just average, there are so many more beautiful women out there," you responded, playing with your fingers in embarrassment at the conversation you two were having.

"hey, no, look at me," semi spoke, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up to look at him, his thumb gently tugging at your bottom lip to pull it out from between your teeth. "are you listening?" you nodded at his question, albeit shyly. "good. the first time i ever laid eyes on you, you stole my breath away. i couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you could ever exist. but it felt wrong to think of you in that way despite you being a legal adult. but now, you're here in my arms and i wouldn't change anything for the world. let me show you the love i feel for you in my heart, please beautiful." semi finished in a whisper, forehead dropping forward to rest against your own. you sighed at the admission, truly feeling the sincerity in his voice.

instead of answering, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his, arms moving to wrap around his neck as you kissed. with semi not moving from his seated position, you carefully shifted your own position so that you were straddling his lap, your lips not leaving his own as the musician deepened the kiss, licking at your bottom lip to gain entrance to your mouth. you granted him the access he desired.

as the kiss deepened, you rolled your hips, moaning at the friction you feel against your clothed cunt. semi let's out a hiss, pulling back from the kiss to watch your eyes roll back at the feeling of his growing erection. he loved this side of you, a side only he would ever get to see as he vowed to ruin you for anyone else. as you lost yourself in pleasure, semi carefully lifted your shirt over your head, his own shirt following yours onto the ground.

"you're so beautiful," semi murmured, taking in the sight of you, shirtless, before him. a blush bloomed on your face as semi fiddled with the clasps of your bra, unhooking it and watching as a little more of you was revealed. semi groaned at the sight, he couldn't help it, you were just so beautiful, so tempting. semi stood up, almost so suddenly you would've fallen had you not had the quick reflexes to wrap your legs around his waist.

semi was quick to throw you onto the bed and then climb on top of you, using his forearms on either side of your head to bare most of his weight. with this new position, he couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the sight of you beneath him. with one arm, he started to fiddle with your pants, causing you to giggle and help take your shorts off, with his being quick to follow. with the hand that had pulled off your shorts and fishnets, he cupped your warm cunt in his hand causing a moan to slip from your lips and grind down on his hand, wanting to feel friction against your pussy. semi watched your reactions, loving the fact that it was him that made you react this way, it was him that you were currently under. all those years of thinking he wasn't good enough, that he didn't deserve any love went out the window the moment you had first moaned for him.

without any warning, semi dragged a finger along your sopping slit and then inserted a finger into your hole, almost coming on the spot at the beautiful moan of pleasure that left your lips. you really were so reactive to him, evident by the way you were clenching around his finger. you gave another moan of pleasure as he curled his finger inside you, mouth falling open in pleasure when he added a second finger. this had you absolutely creaming around his fingers, a sign you were close to coming. with a few more thrusts, he pulled his fingers from your dripping hole, smirking at the whine you let out as he moved his hand up to lick his fingers clean of you, eyes closing in pleasure at just how sweet you tasted. it was better than he ever could've imagined, you were better than he ever could've imagined.

"you feel and taste so good, angel," semi murmured before he leaned forward to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. "but however pretty you may look coming on my fingers, you'll look even better coming on my cock."

"mm whatever you want, eita-san," you murmured, slowly opening your eyes to look up lovingly at the man before you.

"good girl," he murmured, kissing the side of your lips before rolling off you in order to reach into a drawer on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. you whined at the loss of his warmth before you rolled over as well, landing on top of him so you were straddling him.

"no need for that," you murmured upon realizing what he might be grabbing, reaching over to hold his hand in yours, fingers naturally intertwining. "m' on the pill. want to feel you, no barriers."

semi cursed softly at your admission, groaning at the feeling of you grinding down on him before he was quick to roll you both over so he was again hovering over you. "do you have any idea what you do to me?" he whispered against your lips, hands still clasped together as his other hand trailed from your hip to your thigh, prying open your thighs so he could drag his painfully hard erection along your soaking slit before entering you slowly, moving in bit by bit to allow you to grow accustomed to his size.

semi wasn't painfully large nor was he unnaturally long. he also wasn't short or small, but rather it felt like you were the lock to his key, you slotted together so perfectly. it was like he was made expressly for you and you for him, it was that perfect. once you'd grown accustomed to his size, you started to squirm beneath him, needing to feel his length move as you clamped down around it. semi couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled his chest and then traveled to yours, giggling at the feeling of the vibrations it gave off against your own chest.

as he started moving, he wrapped your leg around his hip to give him a better angle, allowing him to hit different areas you never even knew you had. you moaned as he continued his pace, head thrown back in pleasure which semi found extremely sexy. it stroked his ego to think of the fact he alone was able to bring this reaction out of you, he alone was able to see the side of you. as he continued pistoning in and out of you, he found you clenching tighter and tighter around him, a sign he came to realize meaning that you were close. with a few pleasurable thrusts, you came undone around him, coming on his cock and arm sling around his neck, moaning beautifully against his neck.

he continued to thrust in and out of you, chasing his own high.

"wanna feel- inside-" you babbled, a groan leaving semi at your words, coming inside you and filling you with his seed. after all, who was he to deny you?

with a final thrust, his collapsed on top of you, his now softened cock still inside you and plugging up your hole, keeping both your and his cum inside you.

"so good f'me," semi murmured, peppering soft kisses against your neck that caused you to giggle. "can i make a confession?"

exposing more of your neck to him, you spoke up breathlessly, a quiet yes slipping between your lips as you started to drag your fingers through his hair, pulling softly at his his hair each time he kissed an especially sensitive spot.

"i'm in love with you, have been since i first laid eyes on you," he murmured, looking up into your now wide eyes before softly kissing you on the lips.

"i think i'm in love with you too," you whispered against his lips, a moan surfacing after your words as you felt his teeth digging into a rather sensitive spot on your neck as if in response to your submission.

"then marry me?" semi questioned, causing your eyes to shoot open as you stared at him with wide eyes.

"b- but you're still married," you sputtered. "and what about your fans? and aiko? and what about-"

"shh," semi murmured, silencing you with a finger to your lips. "i'm in the process of getting a divorce, it's just been taking a long while because that woman has been refusing to meet with our lawyers. my fans don't need to know anything, you will be my secret, i don't want to share you with anyone. as for aiko, we can talk to her if you wish, however she has said she approves of us so long as i don't hurt you, which i could honestly never do. you're too precious to me, i could never see myself hurting you, angel."

"so she threatened you, too, huh?" you murmured, almost to yourself though semi was able to just barely catch your words, a laugh escaping him as he realized aiko had used the same threat for both of them. "relax, i want this, i want you, and nothing will stop me from getting you. i will even chase you to the ends of the earth if i must."

"i want you too, eita-san," you whispered, pulling him down to connect your lips and his in a passionate and heated kiss. if he wasn't carefully, his softening cock would surely become erect again, especially considering your current intimacy. he was, after all, still inside you.

"so then do you accept?" semi questioned happily, peppering kisses from the corner of your lips to your neck where he gave you a fresh hickey.

"i do accept," you responded, a moan escaping your lips as he continued to leave hickeys along your neck.

needless to say, that night was very...busy, though aiko had been none the wiser to what was going on because true to his word, semi had in fact soundproofed his room.

it wasn't until the next day that aiko found out about the proposal, not that you or semi had said anything about it. if it hadn't of been for the large rock on your left ring finger, she would've been left in the dark until you and semi had decided to break the news to her. but the moment she saw the ring, she let out a high pitched screech which had alerted you and semi to her presence as she rushed from the doorway of the kitchen to your side where you sat on the island, not even taking notice of the fact you wore a large shirt that belonged to semi that covered your shorts.

"you- my dad- he- i- you- when-" she stuttered, picking up your hand as she studied the ring on your finger.

you and semi simply shared a loving look over her head, both of you smiling softly as semi responded that you'd made it official last night. if aiko had seen that look, she might've walked out of the kitchen in mock disgust, however her attention was too focused on the ring.

"actually, aiko," you spoke up softly, watching as your best friend continued staring at your ring. "we were hoping you would keep this a secret between the three of us."

"of course, but do you mind if i ask why?" aiko questioned, finally taking her eyes off the ring to look between you and her father.

"we have three reasons," semi responded, continuing to make breakfast for the three of you. "the first being that i'm still not divorced yet, so if she was to get word of this, she could use this to get even more undeserved attention."

"yeah, that sounds like something she'd do," aiko muttered under her breath.

"the second reason being my manager would have a fit," semi continued as if aiko hadn't spoken. "he was adamant on my keeping up my image of being a happily married man with a happy family. however recent events have persuaded him to allow my divorce and now he wants to sell me as a recently divorced bachelor with a kid to appeal to...other crowds. or something, i don't entirely understand what goes through his twisted mind."

"what a questionable manager you have," aiko muttered, moving to sit beside you on the island to read your twitter feed over your shoulder.

"the final reason is because, well, i don't want to share y/n with anyone," semi finished, sending you a loving look to which you blushed at, aiko silently gagging beside you.

aiko was quick to hop down from the island when she noticed semi walking towards you. she really didn't want to be in the room when you guys started kissing, that was a sight she would much rather live without so she stole a piece of toast from the plate semi had set the finished pieces on before she headed out to the dining room, calling over her shoulder for them to hurry up with their lovey-dovey shit so they could eat.

semi responded with a comment for her to be patient as he stood between your thighs, hands resting on the island countertop beside your thighs to cage you in and give you a kiss. you giggled into the kiss, arms flying around his neck to pull him closer to you, chest to chest as he moved his hands from the island to your ass, pulling you to the edge of the counter to pull you flush against him, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. before the kiss could get any more explicit, you pulled back slightly, giggling as semi tried to chase your lips, though you kept pulling back, always barely out of his reach so that you could catch your breath.

"aiko's waiting for us, let's go eat," you whispered to a playfully annoyed semi who refused to allow you to move from his hold.

"she can wait, i cannot," semi growled, eyes narrowing at you as you continued to giggle.

"the food will get cold," you responded, not backing down. "besides, we can continue this after breakfast when my best friend isn't in the room next door."

"i agree, listen to her," aiko called from the dining room that sat adjacent to the kitchen. "besides, i'm starving so hurry up dad."

"what a cockblock," semi muttered as he pulled away, causing you to burst into laughter as you hop down from the island, collecting plates and cutlery that you would need for your breakfast while semi trailed behind with the food, all the while muttering about how he'd pay aiko back, just she wait.

the rest of that morning passed into afternoon where aiko soon left the house to meet with her boyfriend, leaving the newly engaged couple to continue what had been started in the kitchen.

needless to say, that summer break passed in a blur and you were reluctant to part ways with semi for another four months, the only thing pushing you to go being the promise of your secret marriage happening during winter break, as well as the promise of a spot in semi's bands dance group so you could travel with him during tours after you graduated in a semester.

— 2023 ⓒ ensemblesmile, do not repost or translate my work. comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated

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[azaarchiive]

ᥫ✦azariah’s solar system

notes: hi guys, this is just something for origination and practicality l. i do take suggestions btw! open to anything except noncom, bodily fluids (except for the white one) or anything glorified abuse or anything of the sort. pls submit smth wanna prove im a good writer. proper rules list will be coming soon tho.

Haikyuu

semi eita

• holiday girlfriend - ON HOLD

- you were one of semi’s many flings every time he flew to (country), always waiting for him with open arms. what happens when he comes back to a baby bump? (series)

hinata shoyo

• only the elite

- y/n is stinking rich and shoyo is the complete opposite. what happens when y/n oddly falls for him despite her equally rich friends and boyfriend and introduces him to the fucked up life in hiroo (series)

oikawa tooru

• blackout

- a cute little fluffy one shot about a blackout in your neighbourhood and what you both do to pass that time

MHA

• fanfic bakugou vs real size

- katsuki finds you reading a fanfic about him (one shot)

JJK

gojo satoru

• be mine?

- satoru is never second, so why aren’t you with him right now? (one shot) (valentine’s special)

• countdown

- your new year was welcomed with a kiss from the one and only gojo satoru. womaniser of the east quickly sees the damage it’s caused and starts to generate a little white lie pertaining both of your marital status to try and salvage both (mostly his) reputation. (smau) (series)

TO BE MADE: theres quite a few spoiler alert

unlikely paring; atsumu miya

• “being blamed for a school fire and going from the it girl to an arson freak is not ideal. the school luckily scavengers its losses and it rebuilt but something seems different, especially after a dead body is found. now you have to team up with the only guy that knows you’re innocent despite him being your biggest victim since middle school: atsumu miya.”

soo, what do we think? :3. y/n is a massive bully but changes her ways for the better fr, atsumu, suna and osumu are stem nerds. series

gangsta paradise; oikawa tooru

• “you’re a sweetheart who moved into a ruthless and dangerous area and you just wanted to make friends, who knew that ‘friend’ would turn out to be a gang member? it’s not like you did.”

gangsta oikawa (lol), sweetheart y/n. series

back to me; suna rintaro

• “you and suna had just broke up, after three long years it was over, at least you thought it was. what, you thought suna was gonna let you go that easily?”

i mean i wouldn’t call him toxic but i guess that depends on what you think. this is truly just a funny little fic about him trying to get you back. series

write it in your blog; bakugou katsuki

• “you are the most successful journalist in the whole of japan! and you’re only 22, however your whole blog is based on your hatred in the hero society, especially bakugou katsuki. which only grows when you post about a highly confidential case which you have hot evidence about and he turns up at your house.”

heheh reader is rich in this but bakugou is even richer. series

on his birthday; todoroki shoto

• “in which you died on his birthday and he’s learning how to cope with it”

idk whether i should make it into a proper series or just a long ass fic

i hate this place; kiyoomi sakusa

• “your friend group is toxic as fuck yet you find solace in someone who arguable better than the rest.”

don’t know whether to make the friend group ocs or haikyuu boys. long ahh one shot

before it happens; osamu miya

• “osamu sadly took his own life, yet you have a chance to save him by going back in time and stopping him. through that, you fall back in love with him despite dating his best friend rintarou.”

meh idk i’m not exactly feeling it but maybe when i start writing it ill like it more. might be a long ahh series.

FACE2FACE; akaashi keiji smau

• “you and akaashi have been texting for a couple weeks now, yet have never seen each others faces. when the training camp roles in you have no choice to face him… but instead you don’t and pretend your a whole different girl.”

black reader, ideally has the boho, earthy aesthetic and believes in tarot readings/astrology! (sorry to anyone that doesn’t believe in them :(( ) series.

tell ur boyfriend; gojo satoru

• “satoru and y/n have a one night stand and he can’t get his mind off of her, satoru just had to have her. not like that would be a struggle- he gets whatever he wants- who cares about her boyfriend! who happens to be toji fushiguro… as well as his child’s biological father..”

no-curses au, collage au, spoilt gojo fr, he takes care of megumi who is around 7

ever after high x jjk

• it’s literally just that, royals and rebels with curses in the mix

rebel(lol)!reader x itadori

• series of their dynamic, how the got together and what their relationship means to them.

y/n is like that one kid that just never does the school work, is always in trouble and is always late

detective!gojo x lawyer reader

• murder mystery series with love in the mix heheh

i am not creative enough to make my own cases so i will be ripping off of mr monk (if you know, you know)

#authors #haikyuu #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #black reader #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu oneshot #hq drabble #masterlist #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk spoilers #mha #mha x reader #mha spoilers #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujustsu kaisen x reader #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero fanfic #my hero headcanons #bakugou katsuki #semi eita x reader #miya atsumu

[zorosprincess]

Hypothetically Speaking

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 2.4K GENRE - Fluff, Suggestive What You Missed - After confessing your interest in a certain red-head to your best friend, he took it upon himself to let his aforementioned teammate in on your possible interest.

MASTERLIST | NEXT PART

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and your heart seemed to freeze. He couldn't truly be talking to you so soon. You'd thought maybe Eita had been pulling your leg. But low and behold, his name lit up your screen as you pulled it out.

3:15pm from Miracle Boy: y/nnn 3:15pm from Miracle Boy: so semi semi told me something interesting.

You groaned, half a mind to lock your phone and pretend you'd never seen the message. Unfortunately, you knew that your read receipts had probably given you away already. Bite the bullet.

3:17pm from Y/N: 'semi semi' needs mental help, don't listen to him 3:18pm from Miracle Boy: why not? he giving out bad advice? ;)

Why did he have to respond so quickly? You sighed and typed on.

3:19pm from Y/N: no idea what you're speaking of 3:21pm from Miracle Boy: y/n... -_- 3:22pm from Y/N: what? why that face?? 3:22pm from Miracle Boy: bc i think you know exactly what i'm talking about 3:24pm from Y/N: hm i like pretending that i don't know what anyone talks about. makes things fun

You watched the bubbles bounce in the bottom of the screen as you shifted in your seat nervously. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. You played with the idea of tacking on an extra 'lol' to the end to ease the pressure but before you could pick up your phone again, his message popped up.

3:27pm from Miracle Boy: ohhhh i see now lol 3:27pm from Y/N: ??what 3:27pm from Y/N: what do you see? 3:28pm from Miracle Boy: just how playful you are and i like that :P 3:28pm from Miracle Boy: we could have a lot of fun together

Your face heated up and you had to set your phone face down on the desk for a moment while you breathed, taking in the implications.

3:32pm from Y/N: what kind of fun are we talking about here? 3:33pm from Miracle Boy: my favorite kind of fun ;)

You sighed and looked around the room nervously before responding.

3:37pm from Y/N: satori, can we play a game of hypothetical for a second? 3:38pm from Miracle Boy: i'd love to play with you 3:39pm from Y/N: okay everything is hypothetical here so i can't be held accountable for what i'm about to say here 3:41pm from Miracle Boy: of course yes, all hypothetical

Hypothetical. You could do hypothetical. If it didn't go how you planned, there was always just playing it off. Blaming it on the hypothetical.

3:43pm from Y/N: hypothetically... let's say semi was onto something... like me liking you a little bit... 3:43pm from Y/N: and hypothetically if i didn't know what to do... what would you hypothetically say? 3:44pm from Miracle Boy: hypothetically i'd just want some fun. but that''s only if you're comfortable with it. 3:44pm from Miracle Boy: hypothetically

You swallowed nervously. Fun. Right... You were snapped out of your thoughts by the rustling of your classmates. You followed along and pulled yourself out of your seat, phone burning in your pocket as you walked out. You waited until you were out of the lecture hall before pulling your phone out again.

3:47pm from Y/N: so if, hypothetically, i just wanted some fun too... 3:48pm from Miracle Boy: then i would say we would have some fantastic fun 3:49pm from Miracle Boy: is this still all hypothetical?

You stared at your screen, your feet traveling towards your dorm room by memory as you mulled over your options. You played the safe option.

3:51pm from Y/N: i'm not sure... you tell me 3:52pm from Miracle Boy: not one bit :) 3:53pm from Y/N: so... what does this mean for us? 3:55pm from Miracle Boy: it means we're gonna have lots of fun... if you want to

You pushed your key into your dorm door and slipped inside. Was this even a good ideas? Who knew. You had to be sure.

3:57pm from Y/N: just fun. no feelings? 3:59pm from Miracle Boy: if that's what you're looking for then yeah. just fun and no feelings

Was that what you wanted?

3:59pm from Y/N: that's what i want yeah 4:00pm from Miracle Boy: come by my dorm and hang out for a bit? 4:00pm from Y/N: be by in twenty?

You flopped on your bed, head hitting the pillow as you laid your phone on your chest. No way that you just did that. You were in disbelief of yourself. That wasn't you. You picked up your phone again and clicked out of Satori's messages, where he'd liked your last message, and opened the unopened message from your best friend.

4:00pm from Eita: sooo? 4:00pm from Eita: did you and tendou talk about it then? 4:01pm from Y/N: don't speak to me 4:01pm from Y/N: can't believe you talked to him 4:01pm from Eita: so then that's a yes 4:02pm from Eita: and how did it go? 4:03pm from Y/N: you're a fake friend 4:04pm from Eita: that wasn't information y/n. i was asking to be in the know 4:04pm from Y/N: i confided in you 4:04pm from Y/N: stabbed me in the back 4:05pm from Eita: dramatic much?

You double tapped the message and gave it a thumbs down, glaring as his dots reappeared in the corner.

4:05pm from Eita: can you just answer jeeeeez 4:06pm from Y/N: some friend you are. 4:06pm from Y/N: ykw. 4:06pm from Y/N: name privileges revoked

You tapped his contact photo at the top of your screen and clicked to edit it. You deleted 'Eita' from the name line and typed up your new name for him quickly, smiling as you hit save and Eita's photo popped up above the name 'Dead to Me'. You exited his contact to find another message from him waiting for you.

4:06pm from Eita: did you change my name then? 4:07pm from Y/N: yup. dead to me 4:07pm from Eita: done being dramatic then? 4:07pm from Y/N: perhaps 4:08pm from Eita: so it went like: 4:09pm from Y/N: we talked.... hypothetically 4:09pm from Y/N: and hypothetically came to an agreement 4:09pm from Eita: god... don't make me pry anymore just get to the point 4:10pm from Y/N: shut up. this is your fault yk 4:10pm from Y/N: but we agreed... no feelings just fun 4:11pm from Eita: right. cause that's always worked well in the history of... ever 4:11pm from Eita: totally won't end terribly for you 4:11pm from Y/N: ykw. i'm going over there now. don't need the negativity eita

You sighed and tossed your phone down in irritation. What did Eita know anyways? It was his fault. Had to open his mouth and loop Satori into the conversation that the two of you had discussed the day before.

It was only the second semester of college and you'd gone the whole first semester without getting laid at all. You'd blamed it on trying to get accustomed to a new lifestyle. A new location. Making new friends. Friends like Eita. To whom, just yesterday, you'd confessed to about your small attraction to a certain red headed boy.

You glanced off to the side of your room to look at yourself in the mirror. You were somewhat presentable, but after a long day of classes, you could have looked better. Oh god. It suddenly occurred to you that you should look better when you found your way to Satori's dorm for the first time.

You scrambled off the bed quickly, cursing yourself for giving yourself such a short time frame to get over to his place as you tugged off the sweats you had been wearing all day. Your underwear came next as you scoured through your drawers, not minding the mess ou were making as you looked for a matching set to pull onto your body.

You'd spent over ten minutes wasting time and texting Eita, trying to process the bold move you'd made agreeing to do this with Satori. You were struggling to pull your hair into a somewhat manageable ponytail, fighting with the tangles it had accrued from the day, as you jumped around on one leg trying to pull on some leggings. Something that actually showed that you had some sort of body under your clothes.

"Fuck, teeth." You mumbled it aloud, nearly skidding into the bathroom as you rushed toothpaste on your toothbrush. Your brushing skills resembled more like biting the bristles and pushing the brush around with your tongue as you dragged a light zip up over your shoulders. You groaned in annoyance again as you looked at your face in the mirror closer, makeup smudged and eyes slightly red.

You wrecked through your cabinet like a mini hurricane, searching for redness relief eye drops and wetting your eyes down and hoping it would kick in by the time you got to Satori's dorm room. You crudely wiped at the smudged makeup with a wet tissue, clearing up the smudges just enough that you wouldn't notice unless you were analyzing your face.

You were quick to grab your dorm keys, pulling on a pair of loose shoes before leaving your dorm room with a slam of the door.

You reentered your room almost immediately, muttering curses over and over through a mouth full of toothpaste. You rushed to spit out the toothpaste in your sink, quickly rinsing out your mouth and dropping your toothbrush where it should be and heading for the door again.

"God, fuck." You groaned again, just before you exited your room, rushing back to your bed to grab your phone off your bed. You patted your pockets again, making sure you had your keys still before you finally left your apartment.

Satori's dorm was only in the next building over but you were out of breath by the time you got there. 5 minutes later than you said you would. It wasn't that big of a deal but you took a moment to catch your breath, trying to smooth back your ponytail before knocking on his door.

You shook your hands out a bit, trying to steel your nerves as you bounced on your feet. "Alright, alright, alright. Relax. It's just Satori." You mumbled under your breath, shaking your head at yourself. "We've talked to him before. He's just Eita's teammate. No biggie." You took a shaky breath as you lifted your hand. "Not Serious."

4:12pm from Semi Semi: this is a terrible idea 4:13pm from Semi Semi: no feelings? 4:17pm from Semi Semi: hello?? are you stupid? 4:21pm from Satori: it'll be fine 4:22pm from Satori: it's not real feelings yet 4:23pm from Satori: i can drop them 4:26pm from Semi Semi: this is a recipe for disaster

Satori glared down at his phone and was tempted to go off on his teammate. He was already nervous that you were late and - His thoughts were interrupted by two sharp knocks on the door. He was almost embarrassed by how quickly he was at the door and opening it, his messaged with Semi abandoned on his desk.

Your hand was barely back down to your side before the dorm door was swinging open. You swallowed roughly as your eyes raked up Satori's form.

He was clad in just a pair of gray sweats, hanging loosely, lowly on his hips so that you could easily see the band of his boxers on display and the deep v that led to it. You trailed your eyes up the bare expanse of his torso, defined muscles flexing as he leaned on the top of the door frame. Your eyes finally flicked up to his face and your breath caught in your chest.

He had his head tilted to the side, lazy smirk stretched across his lips as he peered at you through messy red waves. You'd never seen him with his hair loose from his usual style and you had to say, you were not expecting him to look that good like that.

"Did you want another minute to stare in the hallway, or do you wanna come in here?"

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you cleared the lump out of your throat. "Ri-right. Sorry." You laughed awkwardly before stepping towards him.

He leaned out of your way so you could enter his room. You could feel his eyes burning into your figure as he walked in. You toed your shoes off by the door and looked around awkwardly as you wondered whether or not you should sit down at his desk or his-

"You can sit on the bed, you know." He laughed softly, a sound that seemed to shoot relaxation through you just like it had every time he'd spoken to you before. You chuckled softly, dropping yourself onto his bed and crossing your ankles, toes tapping the air in nervousness.

"Sorry, I am, uh," you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, "I've never done something like this before." You made your confession quietly.

"We don't have to do-"

"No!" Your shout took both him and yourself off guard as you threw your hands out as if in surrender. Apologies fell from your lips with embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry, just... no. I want to do this. I'm just... nervous."

He chuckled softly and crossed the space in his room easily, nudging your ankles apart to stand between your legs. "That's okay, we can take it slow?" You nodded quietly as you were forced to look up at him, his body looming over yours. His hands brushed against the sides of your jaw, fingers finding the dip behind the bone. You could smell the mint on his breath as he leaned closer. "Can I kiss you then?"

"Please," you mumbled back, holding your breath.

a/n some of the situations and/or messages are based on real life experience with a boy who is no longer with us but i will always remember <3

TAGLIST - OPEN @faumpje

#tendo x reader #tendo satori x reader #tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendo fanfiction #tendou fanfiction #𓇻 SE

[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐅𝐢𝐜

Cast(s): Actress!Reader & Actor!Suna Rintarou

Warning(s): Swearing, slut-shaming, reader is using she/her pronouns, slight semi x reader

A/n: I recommend you to read my drabble first. But this could be read separately

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yourinstagram un cappucino s'il vous plaît

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bellahadid Love you, ma fée🧚‍♀️

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rintarousuna Me after downloading duolingo

↳yourinstagram 😀😁😐🤔

↳ynfan1 LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THEM!

ynfan2 SHUT UPPP. THIS WHOLE WEEKEND YOU'VE BEEN SLAYING😩❤️‍🔥

yn.sassy Another day, another slay

↳ynln.xo Perioddd

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itsunadaily WIRED Interview ft. Rin and Y/N is out now!

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sunafan1 PLS PLS PLS THEY'RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE

↳sunafan2 IKR

ynfan3 Okay okay, I'm curious. WHO IS Y/N'S S/O?

↳ynfan1 I think it's clear that there's something between them

↳ynfan3 I thought Rin has a gf? I mean, that mysterious girl?

ynfan4 I NEED TO SEE THESE TWO AGAIN! CANT WAIT FOR THE SEASON 2😩

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rintarousuna Thanks @wonderland and everyone who played a part⚡️🖤

Order now.

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yourinstagram Damn boy, can I get your number?

↳rintarousuna I'm taken, sorry

↳ln.dailyyy Atp I don't believe you guys are just friends

aquariusuna JAW ON THE FLOOR

sunafan3 RINTAROU SUNA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

netflix [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] 'GOOD LORD!' [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] 'WAAAAH WAAAH' [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] 'WE'RE REPORTING LIVE-' [EXPLOSION] 'MY LEG... MY LEG...' [DOGS BARKING] ARFFF ARFFF 'OH MY GOD MY CHILD!!!' [CRASHING BUILDING] 'MY FUCKING HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!!'

↳ynfan5 Bro... you good?😭

↳ynsangel I believe this is an easter egg for season 2

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rintarouflorals RUMOR (via deuxmoi): Rin was seen with Y/N in Paris

P.s I beg all of you to not believe everything you read on the internet. Please keep the comments respectful, thank you.

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sunafan4 Isn't it obvious that they're more than friends?

↳sunafan5 Maybe, but I think people should leave them alone and mind their own business lol💀

sunafan6 I will never trust that stupid gossip page

sunafan7 Idk bout you all, but Rin and Y/N don't make any sense

↳ynfan6 FINALLY. Someone say this! They don't give any romance energy imo

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florenceflorals Florence via instagram story!

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florencefan1 OKAY BUT Y/N IS IN FRANCE RN?!? I WANT TO MEET HER

↳ynfan7 She has been in paris for a week😭 That ig story is from yesterday

↳florencefan1 WHA–😭

florencefan2 Are we going to see Ms. Flo and Y/N work for the same project again👀

↳florenceflorals 🕯manifesting🕯

florencefan3 Y/N and her are together. Those people who ship Y/N with Eita or Rin could go😍

ynflorals I LOVE THEM SM OMG😭❤️

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rintarousuna.com RINTAROU FUCKING SUNA VIA IG STORY

P.s GOODBYE Y'ALL IM DEAD RN. THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE

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privyn My bf is hotter than hell

↳sunafan8 Girl, he's OUR bf

↳privsuna lmao

sunafan9 Oh God... Idk how many people died because his whore behavior

ynfan8 FUCKKKK I JUST ORDERED HIS MAGAZINE AFTER THE WEBSITE IS GOING DOWN FOR AN HOUR AND NOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE AUDACITY TO BE THIS HOT

ynfan9 @yourinstagram, ISTG you're the loml. But babe, I am this close 🤏 to steal your man

sunafan10 WHY THIS PIC IS TAKING ME BACK TO THAT VIDEO EDIT WITH "WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH" AS A BACKSOUND?!?!

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enews The fans have been speculating about L/N and Semi's relationship for months. But after attending his concert last night in Paris, the "I Know Places" star was seen having dinner at César Paris with co-star Rintarou Suna. Click the link in bio for more👀 (📷: Instagram/Getty)

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ynfan10 You guys need to stfu and get a life. Leave my girl alone

↳ antiyn1 Your fav is a hoe, just admit it lmao

↳ ynfan10 "TPWK🌸" in your bio is bs. Your fav is ashamed of you lmao

semifan1 Ok but imagine being that pretty and people make rumors between you and these two fine men🥲

privsemi Wtf is wrong with these people💀 @privyn

↳privyn Apparently netizens can't see a woman supporting her male friend😍

sunafan11 Rin ily, but you and Mr. Rockstar need to leave and let me be with Y/N

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lnandsuna.media “I don't think I owe anyone an explanation about it (his romantic relationship). For now, both of us have agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and as long as we're happy, it doesn't matter what strangers think about us.” — Rintarou Suna for Wonderwall, 2022

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ynfan11 Um... where is this coming from?😭

↳lnandsuna.media papz took some pics of him with his girlfriend kissing in the alley earlier this year

↳ynfan11 OH YEAH SHIT. I JUST REMEMBERED. THANK GOD WE CANT SEE THE GIRL'S FACE.

sunafan12 Even deep down I wanna know his girlfriend's face, these paps should leave them alone omfg.

sunafan13 I feel so sorry for him, he deserves better:(

ynfan12 Paps need to chill omg. What if that girl isn't a celebrity and suddenly everyone in her life knows that she's dating a famous actor?

↳sunafan14 That girl is a public figure (my aunt used to work for her stylist) and everyone around her knows her bf

↳ynfan12 So what if she's a public figure? She deserves a privacy

↳sunafan14 I didn't say she didn't deserve privacy. I just said that she's a public figure

Another a/n: I'll do a part 2! (If you wanna be tagged lmk) Stay tuned mwah<33

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smau #hq x reader #hq x female reader #hq fluff #hq smau #suna x reader #suna x female reader #suna x f!reader #suna fluff #suna smau

[semifilms]

Hello, hello. I’m new here so I don’t know how many character I can request but may I request headcanons of vacations with Suna, oikawa and semi

☆VACATIONS W/ THEM | suna rintaro, toru oikawa, semi eita, atsumu miya

a/n - i actually love this prompt anon and i apologize for being very late to respond and do it 😭i hope you don’t mind that i added atsumu to this🫡 also i got a little carried away & i didn’t proofread 🙈

cw - light swearing

suna doesn’t remember almost anything when you guys are packing. it’s like all basic necessities he needs, he forgets. on the plane ride he is sleeping almost the whole time, he’s dreading the jetlag but he wants to be prepared for the long day you guys have planned. wherever you decide to vacation he’s excited to be there as long as you are. you’re happy, he’s happy. the only thing he’s really looking forward to might be sleeping in the hotel. the plane seats were not comfortable. you think he paid for first class? no. once he gets real good sleep in he’s actually so much more energetic and is ready to go do little tourist things. he takes servers pictures of you guys at landmarks and restaurants just to save to a little album on his phone <3

oikawa is basically vlogging the whole process of picking and the trip. he honestly isn’t that forgetful but he’ll forget like one thing and it’s probably really important. seems like the type to overpack and forget his passport. also definitely wants to be their 2 hours early. you guys would grub on airport food until the flight. and yes, you’re definitely flying first class i don’t think i could picture him settling in economy. he’s seen the movies and he’s experienced those crying toddlers and those unlucky seats in between sweaty strangers. he’s not up for that at all. he would definitely post pictures of you guys posing in front of landmarks to his socials. or the food you guys eat at restaurants. i feel like i’m his instagram close friends he’s rating the food like he’s keith lee. overall it’s a very enjoyable vacation.

SEMIIIIIII my love<<333. (my bad) anyway, he makes sure you don’t forget anything. he made a list and he checked it not once, not twice, but three times he had to make sure. you guys leave prepared and you get to the airport 20 minutes before departure. i’m sorry but he’s not trying to wait in the airport for 5 hours, like some people…. if there are any types of street performers music wise or whatever he will stop so you two can watch. (definitely leaving tips.) going to an art museum is on the itinerary. he just likes making little jokes about the art and interpreting it in a funny way and not making it deep. but he also really appreciates the art and especially street art (if any where you vacationed) he will make small talk with older natives to wherever you visit and listen to their stories. even if he’s not interested he acts like he is. he’s making the most out of the vacation that’s for sure.

now i’ve thought about atsumu on vacation several times this is why i had to include him. he’s forgetful when you’re packing, no doubt but in the end he remembers everything and you guys BARELY make it in time to the airport. you’d think with how often he’s flown he’d be better but no. this man is looking forward to fucking up some foreign food. he is using this vacation as an excuse for whatever diet he is on. fans spot him in the airport when you guys arrive and the amount of paparazzi is insane. nonetheless he is really just has his arm wrapped around you as you guys head out to the ride waiting for you. NICE ASS HOTEL! NICE ASS HOTEL! 100% got one of those rooms that looks like an apartment. did you guys watch singles inferno? like those. back to the food he is cleaning plates and trying every single dish recommend at the restraints. hell take some photos of landmarks but he’s rather just enjoy it with you in the moment.

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reblogs appreciated!

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[kazemi-archive]

Had It All Together

Pairing: Tendou Satori x Reader Genre: Fluff What You Missed: Spending more and more time with Satori seems completely harmless. You're just friends, after all. Benefits doesn't change that at all. And yet, you can't help the tugging in your chest. You really swear, you have it all together; you're just friends.

Part 5 of Side Effects

You sighed, smiling at the ceiling as you flopped onto the bed.

“What’s got you smiling so much?” Eita asked, not looking up from his work on his desk.

You scoffed a little. “How do you know that I’m smiling, you can’t even see me.” You pouted at him, hating how much he knew you.

“The way the sigh sounded. We’ve spent too much time together. For me to not know what your sigh sounds like when you’re smiling.”

“Hate that.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. “It was nothing, just something Satori said to me last night.”

“Spending an awful lot of time with Tendou lately…” Eita dragged off, gauging your reaction as he tested waters neither of you had tread since your argument a few weeks prior.

“It isn’t like that.” You said quickly, but the words seemed to tug something in your chest, like the guilt of a lie rolling off your tongue.

“I’m just saying, this feels a lot like more than just sleeping together now.” Eita spoke offhandedly, not looking up from his papers. He knew if he treated this conversation like a big deal then you would shut down and shut him out.

“It’s not Eita.” You assured. “I know what I’m doing.” Eita dropped the subject then, he knew you and if he pushed more you’d storm out.

You wished that your assurance was true. But you, in fact, didn’t know what you were doing. You knew that you were spending more and more time with Satori. In his bed, in his dorm room. Just generally wrapped in his arms.

It was getting harder to separate your time with him, to keep it only as friends with benefits. The friendship just seemed closer than it used to. You never were good at keeping platonic and romantic feelings separate.

But you were sure these were just platonic feelings. Getting messed around by all the sex. Mind blowing sex you had to say. Satori just had a way of messing around at all times, making your head go dizzy with confusion.

But you were well aware of the deal the two of you had made. No feelings. It was your intention to keep that deal.

Satori’s hands caught your waist from behind, making you jump in surprise. He laughed when you turned to smack his arm from scaring you. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t think you would jump that much.”

“You’re trying to kill me, I swear!” You laughed loudly, letting him brace your weight when you clutched your chest. “Wanting to put me in the hospital or something I swear it.”

He chuckled, picking up one of your hands and pressing a small kiss to the back of it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, won’t do it again.” Heat spread up your arm from your hand and settled at the base of your neck. You hummed in response, not trusting your voice at the moment as he turned both of you to start down the street. “So, coffee?”

“Is it a new coffee shop?” You asked, the one he’d named wasn’t one you were familiar with. You’d learned the ones on the campus fairly quickly, select spots that were best for their own specific things. But the one he’d asked you to come with him to, it was off campus and you’d never even heard the name mentioned.

“A little well-kept secret of mine.” Satori smirked down at you, tugging on your hand to get you to move a little faster. “You better not tell anyone about it.”

You laughed a little at that, smile forcing its way on your lips as you followed him dutifully down the street. “Who would I tell even?” You teased, nudging his side.

He had slowed down to walk side by side with you, his pace slower than usual so that you could walk comfortably. “I’m just saying, if I find Semi Semi in my special shop.” You laughed a bit, but nodded your consent to keep the secret. “Hey,” he started after a few moments of silence between you two, “how do you feel about getting some dinner after coffee?”

You swallowed down a large ball of anxiousness in your throat at the question. Even just out for coffee felt like straying too far from your usual routine with Satori. Dinner might be a step too far. Something you couldn’t turn back from once you accepted. Warning signs pulsed through your head like a storm siren. “Yeah, I could go for some food, I’m starved.”

TAGLIST : OPEN

#𓇻 Side Effects

[seravphs]

— HINATA SHOYO i love you. i’m glad i exist | 1k fluff

Hinata peels oranges for you to eat, or, food as a love language + toothachingly sweet domestic fluff.

— SEMI EITA love songs sound better if you scream them | 1.9k fluff and light angst  

When Semi Eita drops a title track for his new album called ‘Fuck Semi Eita,’ the whole world is shocked and confused. Not you, though. After all, the song is for you.

— SUNA RINTAROU ✧ ink under the skin | 2.2k fluff | tattoo artist au

Tagging along while your best friend Kyotani got a new tattoo was supposed to result in him buying you boba, not freshly pierced ears, but you can’t complain when your piercer is so damn cute.

✧ losing faith | 1k angst

You and Suna reminisce on your adulthoods.

✧ confectionery | 1.4k fluff

Suna becomes a regular at your maid cafe - a regular thorn in your side, that is. 

✧ omakase | 700 fluff

In which Suna becomes the maid. Sequel to Confectionery. 

— MIYA OSAMU the way to the heart is through the stomach | 2k fluff

On a bad day, Onigiri Miya becomes your new comfort restaurant. Not only is the food good, but the man who takes your orders is always kind. You think the Miya you’ve been venting to on the phone is the same Miya who shows up at your door to deliver all of your orders.

It’s too bad you don’t know there’s two of them.

— MIYA ATSUMU ✧ check out | 800 fluff

Being hot at the grocery store should be illegal. Set in the same universe as the way to the heart is through the stomach 

✧ flex | 700 fluff

When you started dating Atsumu, you swore to never be the annoying gym couple, and yet here you are. 

— KITA SHINSUKE anywhere i want (just not home) | 1k mild angst

You’re doing a good job of convincing yourself you don’t miss your hometown until Kita drops back into your life. 

— OIKAWA TOORU the coronation | 1.4k | royal au

Masquerades are about deceit. In a world built on spun sugar and gems the size of fists, very little can be trusted to be what it appears to be at first glance.

[bokutosmochi]

first floor already too full?

☆ - special of the month (latest addition to masterlist. not necessarily latest one written)

♡ - confectioner’s favorite (a personal favorite of mine)

† - smut, mdni

☽ - dark content

last updated: april 16

MULTIPLE PEOPLE

HAIKYUU!!

when someone can't take "no" for an answer (oikawa toru, semi eita, kuroo tetsuro, ushijima wakatoshi, iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio)

good boy † (suna rintaro, tendo satori, tsukishima kei, bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, semi eita)

mister oblivious, eyes on him ( sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, ojiro aran, sawamura daichi, iwaizumi hajime) ♡

JUJUTSU KAISEN

what the brat deserves † (itadori yuji, gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, kamo noritoshi)

when you propose to them, they... (sukuna ryomen, gojo satoru, todo aoi, nobara kugisaki, nanami kento, mai zenin, maki zenin, itadori yuji, inumaki toge)

“please pretend to be my boyfriend, someone following me” (gojo satoru, geto suguru, sukuna ryomen, fushiguro toji, nanami kento)

hard 2 love (gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, fushiguro megumi)

be cruel to me as i'm a fool for you [or jjk men's signs of chivalry] (gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen)

h is for hot (cause that’s what i be) [or random drabbles about jjk men receiving head] (gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen) ♡ †

my back arched like a cat my position couldn't stop (you were hitting it) [or jjk men's k!nks] (gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen) ♡ †

SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! [or embarrassing moments with jjk men] (gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen)

erogenous zone ( gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen) †

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call me little sunshine (when you feel all alone)  or when you don't use the shaw pack boys' nickname (david shaw, asher talbot, milo greer)

HAIKYUU!!

KARASUNO:

hinata shoyo

random hinata shoyo headcannons

kageyama tobio

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AOBA JOHSAI:

oikawa toru

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iwaizumi hajime

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SHIRATORIZAWA:

semi eita

random semi eita headcannons

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tendo satori

nsfw!tendo headcannons †

tendo satori boyfriend headcannons

ushijima wakatoshi

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boyfriend ushijima wakatoshi headcannons

FUKURODANI:

akaashi keiji

boyfriend!akaashi headcannons

random akaashi keiji headcannons chapter II

nsfw akaashi keiji headcannons †

bokuto kotaro

nsfw!bokuto headcannons †

boyfriend bokuto kotaro headcannons chapter III

how to: make the light in bokuto kotaro's eyes even brigher

NEKOMA:

kuroo tetsuro

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INARIZAKI:

miya atsumu

nsfw!atsumu headcannons †

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miya osamu

would it be shallow †

JUJUTSU KAISEN

STUDENTS:

itadori yuji

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so put on mascara (and your party dress) ♡

fushiguro megumi

return of the kings

CURSED SPIRITS:

sukuna ryomen

human, mortal things ♡

a battle of concepts: second thoughts

the unspoken rule

five things ♡

a thousand years cruel, a thousand years wise ♡

only you, darling ♡

CURSE USERS:

geto suguru

nsfw geto suguru headcannons †

heard you got a friend (what's his head like?) † ♡ (featuring gojo satoru)

i surrender who i've been for who you are

     make him jealous! (ft. wingman!gojo satoru) ♡

SORCERERS:

gojo satoru

space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close ♡

heard you got a friend (what's his head like?) † ♡ (featuring geto suguru)

she looks just like a dream (the prettiest girl i've ever seen)

touchstarved

cheater? never! 

return of the kings

nanami kento

cat dad ♡

his sugar daddy tendencies † ♡

you call the shots, babe (i just wanna be yours) †

the more things change 

living in a winter wonderland

she’s a wh♡re! i l♡ve it! † ♡ ☆ 

MONKEYS NON-SHAMANS:

fushiguro toji

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OBEY ME

mammon

you’ve got my body (flesh and bone) ♡

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asher talbot

now my life is cinnamon (like a fucking dream i’m living in) ♡

#shoppe maintenance #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto x reader #yuji x reader #gojo one shot #geto one shot #yuji one shot #haikyuu!! #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #hq fics #jjk fic #hq smut #jjk smut

[blasphemecel]

Semi Eita — Coil

PAIRING: Semi Eita/Reader WORD COUNT: 3.4k TYPE: Fluff, Humor, Misunderstanding but honestly it’s pretty funny, (Attempted) match making WARNING: None, but lmk if I’m wrong

You used to think having your crush stare at you was flattering.

The Problem — as you coined it, and your friends make fun of you for this because apparently it’s ‘unoriginal’ — started near the end of your first year.

Being the manager of the volleyball club, you always find it odd when you overhear anyone gush about their favorite players or call them handsome since you’re kind of jaded to their charms, but Semi is cute, good at a sport and not an unhinged serial killer. What’s not to like?

You do realize your standards might be low. Like, in the gutter low, but still.

When he first took to stealing glances at you, you had the gall to entertain the delusion that maybe he liked you back and giggled about it over lunch with some of your friends who knew your secret. If it was all in your head, it wasn’t a big deal. Even if he was indifferent to you, you figured you’d hardly be the first person to have unrequited feelings for someone, so you didn’t sweat it. It’s not like you expected to elope with him or something. Honestly, ‘the goss’ was just good fun.

Then he started looking for longer.

Then it turned into a frown.

Then he started furrowing his eyebrows, and it was more of a glare than a stare.

And then, after he got the hang of it, he started glaring at you before he delivered his monster strength jump serve, and you shuddered and wondered if it was a threat the first few times. He still does it to this day, and you have no idea what it means, but all you see is, GET OUT OF MY CLUB.

… Perhaps you’re being a bit ridiculous.

He’s not rude to you or anything, never has been, so while you don’t know what to make of this, it has never been a huge concern. However, since Shirabu replaced him on the starting line-up, his glaring habit has gotten worse, to the point you find it distracting sometimes.

You hand Shirabu his water bottle and try to garner some sympathy. Not for Semi, but for yourself. “I think you loosened some of Semi’s screws,” you say.

He quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t start with this.”

“Start with what?”

“It’s not my fault Coach Washijo decided I’m a better fit.”

“Oh, no, no!” You wave your hand with a sheepish grin since you didn’t realize how accusatory your words sounded until now. Then you lean in to whisper conspiratorially in his ear, “He’s been gaping at me like a dead fish ever since that morning every chance he gets. What should I do?”

“But he does that all the time,” counters Shirabu, not at all empathetic to your struggles.

“Eek! You noticed that?”

“Taichi and I were talking about how embarrassing it is the other day,” he says off-handedly.

“Kawanishi noticed?!”

Shirabu rolls his eyes at your dramatics.

Though you should be offended, you get an evil glint in your expression and wiggle your fingers before you squeal in excitement and twirl around him. “So you’re not above some good gossip after all, Shirabu-kun!”

“It’s too early for this,” he scoffs, probably because he doesn’t want to admit you’re right.

___

Semi looks vaguely pissed off, as usual, and he’s been staying after practice more and more. Today he seems to be running even later than normal because the last few times, he was out before you finished sweeping the storage room, but right now you find he’s still here. You swing the keys around your finger before you poke your head out. “Hope you don’t mind if I stay around? I have to lock up and put away the volleyballs.”

He has some kind of emo stare-down with the ball in his hands and you wonder if the question you asked really is that complicated. “No, it’s fine. You should leave the keys and I can clean up when I’m done.”

Ack! Shot down! “Are you sure? It’s not good to stay out so late.”

“It’s alright,” he says. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” you concede because you don’t want to piss him off when he’s already on edge all the time. “Do you need help with anything?”

Semi waves you off and you frown. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to you anyhow, so you take the hint, gather your things and leave. At least you got an errand off your hands.

“Um… Still, try to be reasonable,” you nag one last time on your way out, wagging your finger and all.

___

You’re not one of god’s strongest soldiers by any means, but it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if Shirabu’s serve smacked you in the face.

It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened, either, and you remember Tendou groveled for your forgiveness when Reon’s spike woke you up one morning last year because you weren’t watching where you were going. It was thoroughly embarrassing for everyone in the vicinity, and Tendou enjoyed himself while Ushijima asked him what that even had to do with him, which was a valid inquiry.

You don’t register it heading your way — he, Kawanishi and Tendou usually have good aim, so you’re way less cautious of them when they serve — but Semi finds it necessary to lean over and headbutt it before it can hit you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Ow,” he says, somewhat belatedly, then turns towards Shirabu’s general direction. “Watch it!”

Watch it? But he got in the way of the serve…? You are so confused.

“Sorry, sorry,” calls out Shirabu, and you can tell he’s embarrassed even though he’s trying to hide it.

Since you’re on Semi’s shitlist, you resist the urge to laugh at him while you watch him rub at his forehead. He kinda reminds you of a kitten, but again, you’re not trying to get murdered today, so you don’t share your inner thoughts out loud. “Are you alright?”

“It’s whatever, Shirabu’s serves are weak as shit.”

You snort. “Petty. Do you want a bandage or something? I can go get some from the infirmary.”

“Don’t bother,” he says. “Really, I didn’t even feel it.”

The look on your face should show him you know he’s bullshitting, or at least you hope so, but then he does his little glare and you’re more inclined to drop the topic. Or maybe not. “You’re gonna get a bruise and look stupid, though.”

“I’d look stupid with a bandage on my forehead, too,” Semi says, and you can’t really argue with that. Then, after a stilted silence, he awkwardly tells you, “Off I go,” and walks away from you.

“Off you go,” you repeat in an incredulous tone once he’s out of earshot, raising your eyebrow while you follow his retreating figure with your gaze.

___

Whenever Coach Washijo leaves you guys unattended, Tendou starts behaving like a middle schooler whose teacher left the room. Somehow he talks you into trying to do a serve, too, and you get behind the white line. It’s kind of weird. You’ve only ever stood here in passing while doing this or that.

It doesn’t seem like the ball is going to make it after it catches on the net, but then it tips over and lands on the other side of the court. You clap your hands in excitement without meaning to and Tendou screeches like this is the most amazing feat of athleticism he has ever witnessed.

He extends his hand and waves it up and down. “Give me a high-five!”

Goshiki, who has to turn everything into a competition, stretches forward even more. “Give me a high-five, too!!!”

Semi glances between the two of them. He reluctantly raises his hand while he’s standing and shrugs as if to imply they’re insane, but he doesn’t want to be left out.

You run up at them in fake slow motion like you’re an important player getting introduced at a huge event.

“Miracle boy Satori,” you greet before you give him a good smack on the hand which makes him holler something incomprehensible in pain. Then he falls over and writhes around, but you ignore him because you know he’s faking it.

Then you move onto Goshiki. “Our other ace.” At this, he beams at you like you just told him Santa Claus is real.

Now, the boss battle. Your hands are a little sweaty, but this is a great opportunity. Maybe you can say something cute, and maybe he’ll have a Hallmark movie realization that You’re Not So Bad After All. You’re robbed of your thoughts of romance when you notice how grumpy he looks.

“... Semi,” you offer and your hand meets his in one limp, boneless action. What was that?! You grimace and prepare to bolt when his lips curl even further down than usual before Tendou raises from the ashes and slings an arm around your shoulder.

“Really? This can’t be all you have to say about Semisemi!”

“Tendou, stop screeching in my ear.”

He ignores your input. “Isn’t he handsome? And strong? Wasn’t the way he headbutted that ball for you earlier not super macho?!”

“Um,” you croak.

This is the most constipated expression you’ve seen Semi pull off to date, and that’s saying something. He crosses his arms and you think he’ll get wrinkles with the way he’s scowling. No, this is bad news — if you pick the wrong dialogue option, he’ll eviscerate you both. There’s only one solution.

You cup your ear and wrestle out of Tendou’s hold. “Oh, Ushijima, don’t worry, I’m coming!”

“Wakatoshi-kun isn’t calling you over,” he says before he pulls you even closer, cheek-to-cheek.

Goshiki considers it for a second. “Yeah, he didn’t.”

(You forgot he’s still here.

Ushijima sneezes with the most stoic expression possible.)

“Was that my name he just said?”

“Since when is your name a sneeze?” Tendou cries.

“I better go.”

Once you’re a safe distance away, you sneak a glance over your shoulder only to see Tendou and Semi swatting at each other’s hands like they’re collectively trying to fight off a fly. Then Tendou pulls away and makes kissy faces in the air and Semi tries to trip him with a kick to the leg in retaliation. Goshiki, from his position behind them, shoots you a smile and thumbs-up when he notices you’re looking their way.

You stand in front of Ushijima now, but there’s no reason for you to be hovering near him, so you struggle to think of what to say. He speaks first, though. “I apologize.”

“Oh, um, what for?”

“On behalf of Tendou and Semi, for their strange, sometimes disturbing behavior,” he says.

You resist the urge to laugh. “Don’t worry about it,” you say. “That’s just how they express their love or whatever.”

“But they’re hitting each other.”

“Well, it’s playful- I think.”

“So they’re in a relationship?” asks Ushijima with grave concern.

You shrug.

“... I was under the impression that Tendou was loyal to a woman named Pamela Anderson.”

___

“You’re right,” says Shirabu before he plops down on the bench next to you, discarding his water bottle to the side. You cease your writing on the clipboard to turn towards him, taking a mental note to refill it later. “Semi-san’s screws are loose.”

“Hm, what makes you say that?” you ask, considering how disinterested in the topic he was a few weeks ago.

“He tried to hit Tendou-san with a mop.”

Not really that unusual.

“Then,” bemused, Shirabu continues, “he passed the mop to me and asked me to hit him, too. Like we’re friends who get along.”

“Oh shit, it’s bad for him,” you say in astonishment at the information you just received. Semi strolls in not long after like nothing had happened. He passes you a customary glare before he trudges to the other side of the gymnasium, and you squirm in your seat. “Do you think I’m next?”

___

Even saints have a limit to their patience, and you don’t consider yourself half as virtuous.

All day, you’ve been suffering. You tripped on your shoelaces, almost fell, and then got performance anxiety because you could feel Semi’s eyes drilling holes into the crown of your head when you crouched down to tie them again, leading you to messing that up three times. Then he had the nerve to sit in front of you, say, “Let me do that,” in the most annoyed voice possible before he almost cut off the blood circulation to your foot with how tight he fastened them.

(It is possible he now believes you don’t know how to do it by yourself, but you’ve been avoiding thinking about that.)

Then — ever alert of his gaze — you confused several bottles, filled Ushijima’s with your soda instead of water, lost count of things you were supposed to be keeping track of and ended up writing down wrong measurements more than once, misplaced towels and sweatshirts, almost put Yamagata’s phone in your bag instead of your own, and deflated a volleyball. You’re surprised Coach Washijo hasn’t verbally abused him for paying more attention to you than drills and laps yet.

Now you’re alone with him after practice hours again, and he’s acting like you’re not even there.

You walk up to him with a resolute expression. For no discernible reason, maybe just to express your frustration, you slap the ball out of his hands. It lands between the two of you with a dramatic thud.

“What’s your problem?” you demand.

Okay, sure, it’s a little weird for you to ask that after what you did not even a second before, but you’re annoyed beyond belief. You like him, you really do, but this is so ridiculous! If he has something to say, he should just spare you and come out with it.

Evident confusion flashes across his face, and you want to pull your hair out, or maybe get the mop and see how he likes it when it’s aimed at him. “I don’t have a problem?”

Words evade you so you let out a noise of frustration and stomp away.

“Did I do something wrong?” asks Semi, but you’re already out of earshot.

___

The Problem — as Tendou coined it, prompting Ushijima to ask ‘What problem?’ without fail every time he brings it up to the members uninvolved — has gotten worse lately.

“I’m gonna have to intervene. Tut tut,” he says to no one in particular.

The locker rooms have cleared out for the most part. Kawanishi is playing a game on his phone, clearly not giving a shit, Yamagata is pretending he didn’t hear him, and Shirabu straight up leaves. Ever-reliable Goshiki who would rather eat shit than disappoint any of his upperclassmen salutes and asks, “How?”

“Someone will get a talking to,” Tendou coos.

Goshiki isn’t quite sure what that will entail, but he doesn’t like the sound of it, whatever it is.

___

Discretion isn’t necessary on this mission, but Tendou sneaks up on Semi anyway, because he thinks freaking him out is funny. “Semisemi,” he begins, and Semi visibly startles, and Tendou squints at him for a long while without saying anything, stretching the silence.

“What?” he asks on the off-chance Tendou has something worthwhile to say.

“You’re creepy.”

With utmost offense in his tone and a raise of his eyebrow, Semi parrots, “Creepy?”

“You’re stressing out [L/n],” elaborates Tendou before he stares off into the horizon, pretending to muse. “I mean,” he grins, laughs and squishes Semi’s cheeks together so his lips are puckering, more or less disregarding his response altogether, “this is the kinda pouty face only a mother could love!”

Semi shoves him away like he’s contagious. “What are you on about?”

“Well, a certain someone doesn’t understand your drooling.”

“My drooling?!”

“I know what I said, you don’t need to repeat it every time.” Tendou twirls his finger when he chides him in that annoying voice he makes whenever he’s mocking someone. “Basically, poor little Manager-san doesn’t know why you do that. And thinks you look like you’re trying to start a fight.” A gasp escapes him at the revelation before he bows. “Mic drop. End scene.”

He ignores Tendou’s antics, disconcerted. You think he hates you or something? Sure, he knows he tends to eye you… often, but it’s not a war declaration or anything! Semi doesn’t know what’s so difficult to ‘get.’ He thinks it should be obvious on his face.

Wait.

His face.

His face.

When realization strikes him, he grabs Tendou by the shoulder in a panic and yells, “Tendou, I have resting bitch face syndrome!”

“You don’t say.”

Through this new lens, he reconsiders the past three years like he’s on the brink of dying and his most painful memories are flashing in front of his eyes. He’s always saying no whenever you try to help him with anything because he doesn’t want to inconvenience you since you already have so many other responsibilities. But if you think he hates you, it must look like he’s trying to blow you off.

And… The serving thing. He shudders slightly. Really, he means it in a ‘this is for you babe 😍😍😍😘’ way, as corny as that is, but it probably seems like a threat.

Semi groans and slaps himself. Tendou observes his agony in amusement. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Don’t worry, we can fix it,” he says before he perks up and puts his hands on his hips. “They don’t call me Doctor Love for nothing.”

“No one calls you that.”

Tendou punches him in the stomach for his insolence. If it were almost anyone else on the team, Semi would probably double over in pain, but now all he lets out is a little wheeze. “Here’s what you’re gonna do-”

“Stop trying to insert yourself just because you’re bored.”

“Now, now. Doctor Love knows better than you, as we can all see.”

___

Later, Semi says he didn’t know you even notice his glances enough to be bothered by them. In a sing-song voice, Tendou quips, “Semisemi, anyone would notice a guy with a shitty dye-job giving them the Kubrick stare.”

“My dye-job is not shitty!”

___

Semi has been ominously shuffling around in your general vicinity. At first, you ignored him, but now you’re kind of irritated.

“Can I help you?” you ask tersely, tone clipped. Things between the two of you have been a little strained ever since your incoherent blow-up, but you’re still the manager and still have… managing… to do.

He blurts out, “Tendou told me to tell a speech-”

“What?”

“-or kabe-don you-”

“What.”

“-but I think he just watches too much anime and convinces himself he knows what he’s talking about. I mean, he was even calling himself Doctor Love and everything. Can you believe that-”

“Semi,” you step on his toe, which grinds his talking to a halt, “you’re rambling.”

“I- Okay, um. I’m sorry. About the staring.”

Oh? Now you’re interested in how kabe-donning ties into all of this, momentarily forgetting about your anger.

“And being rude,” he adds, averting his eyes to the side.

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t have a problem with you… Or anything like that… You’re just- you make me feel sick in my stomach. Wait, no, I mean! You make me nervous, and I start acting like a dunce. And don’t know how to show it.”

“Don’t know how to show what? Why would I make you nervous?” you ask.

“Come on, you already know what I’m trying to say.”

“Don’t give me an attitude when you’re trying to confess your undying love for me!” With this turn of events, you can kind of see how he looks more shy than murderous, actually. “Anyway, you’re lucky you’re cute, good at a sport, and not an unhinged serial killer-”

It’s Semi’s turn to interrupt. “What?”

“-because I like you too.”

You smile at him. He sighs in relief and puts his hand over his chest. “Oh, thank god. I was about to throw up.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” you say, pursing your lips. “I really do make you feel sick in the stomach.”

___

“You have to admit I’m a pretty good matchmaker,” Tendou says, preening while he awaits your amazement.

“No, you really aren’t,” you tell him. He falls over, pretending to have fainted. “But I fuck with you for trying.”

#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #semi eita x reader #semi eita x you #one shot

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

04 new dawn. where you learn something surprising about ushijima

<< 03 shining light. | >> 05 saturn i. | << the collection >>

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: i want ushijima to give me his jacket too, CRYING,,, side note i’m going be to busy in feb so updates will be posted every 2 weeks. thanks for reading! - ave word count: 1.3k warnings: mentions of past trauma terms: gap moe -- when someone has a hidden side that contradicts their usual personality/behavior

march, first year

ever since ushijima and tendo joined you and semi at your home back during the first semester, they have remained a constant presence at your study sessions. the four of you have become an inseparable group of friends, even though you stick out like a sore thumb between the tall volleyball players. you were considered tall among your female classmates, but next to the three of them? just a midget.

“i’m an adopted introvert,” you would explain when classmates ask you about how you became close friends with the ushijima wakatoshi and the oddball tendo satori and the pretty setter semi eita. 

the only complaint you have are the sidetracks from the actual point of said sessions, studying. with tendo and semi arguing over literally everything, it is difficult to stay on track. even ushijima adds in a quip to the banters every now and then, his straight-faced delivery of the infrequent lines making them even funnier. 

that is not to say you did not enjoy the privilege of learning about the different sides of the boys compared to how they were on court. no, you fully delighted in finding out random facts about the intimidating players that other people are not privy to. like how they had gotten you a plushie for your birthday, but it seems like they were more attached to it than you, by the way they greet the plushie whenever they are over at your house. 

today, with your parents being home, you all ended up studying in ushijima and tendo’s shared dorm room, all sprawled out in various states around the coffee table that sits in the middle of the simple room. 

“that’s it,” you announce, notebook flopping down on your face as you laid on the floor. “the words are no longer registering in my brain.”

“maybe if you sleep with the book under your pillow tonight, the knowledge will diffuse into your brain by tomorrow for the exam.” semi jokes from across the room in a similar state of dishevel as the four of you try your best to study for the last exam week of the school year on a sunday afternoon turned into night. 

“would that actually work?” 

“what do you think?” 

“maybe if i take a quick nap, then continue studying” you mumble more to yourself as you turn on your stomach, dropping your face on the floor unceremoniously.

“miyamura-san, it’s almost time for curfew, if you don’t go home soon, you will have to spend the night in the dorms.” ushijima kneels before you, picking up the book that you were covering your head with. 

you pick your head up to look at the boy solemnly, lips set in a pout. “so what? i am so fucked for the exam tomorrow, ushijima” you wonder how studying was going for him.

“you will be fine.” he puts a hand on your head in a gesture to comfort you. 

“you don’t know that!”

“in any case, having a good night’s rest is more important than any studying now.”

“you know, he’s technically right, school is just like volleyball, and ushijima-san is an expert at that.” tendo agrees with ushijima.

you sigh. “help me up then,” fingers wiggling in the air as you wait for ushijima to pull you upright.

if you were not in autopilot mode as you picked your things up and stuffed them in your backpack, you would have heard tendo’s teasing “semi, help me up” pointed at ushijima, followed by an instant flat “no” from your best friend. but your brain was turned off for the night as you pull your shoes on to go home.

“see you later,” ushijima throws to the two boys before he clicks the door shut behind him, gesturing to you. “shall we?”

for the most part, you two walk in comfortable silence under the summer moon. that is, until the neighborhood’s stray cat decides to jump out in front of you out of nowhere. you yelp and grab onto ushijima’s sleeve, startled by the sudden movement. 

he chuckles and much to your dismay (and shock), squats down and starts psps-ing at the orange cat. you are not sure how much gap moe he could be than this image in front of you right now. for starters, you are not sure if you are hallucinating from how tired you are, and secondly, if this is real, you need proof that this ever happened. so you sneakily take your phone out before calling his name innocently and snap a photo of him and the cat before he can react. 

“i’m gonna let that slide.” he puts his hand out in front of him in what looked like an attempt to pet the cat. you aren’t faking the shock on your face as the cat sniffs at his fingers before brushing up against his hand, as if saying pet me.

your jaw drops from the sight, “oh yeah? you don’t seem like the type.” you wanted to pet the cat, but this cat has only ever hissed at you in passing, so you are completely in awe and jealous of ushijima at this moment.

“only for you,” he turns to really look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. and then, as if he sensed the yearning in you, he tugs on your wrist lightly. “here, hold your hand out for the cat to sniff you.”

you listen to him warily, slowly inching towards the cat in case it tries to attack you, “like this?”

he hums in agreement, “and then, you wait for him to decide if you can pet him.” 

surely enough, the cat starts sniffing you, tail brushing against ushijima’s knees. you carefully smooth the fur between his ears, feeling awed for the acceptance. though shortly after, he returns to the boy next to you, rubbing its head against his hand. “he likes you more than me”

“i am a cat whisperer,” he nods. 

you laugh at his words. before you realize it, the words start falling from your lips. “my little sister was a cat whisperer too” 

and as if being doused with a bucket of ice water, you snap back into reality, painfully aware of your admission. your heart thunders as memories threaten to overwhelm you. stop. turn. lock. you picture shoving them into a bottomless box, locking it and throwing the key away until the next time they break free. just as you have practiced for the last 8 years. 

“miyamura?” ushijima looks at you expectantly as you snap back into the present. 

“yeah? i am feeling a little tired. let’s go.” you stand up abruptly, hoping that he won’t ask you about what you just said. that you mentioned having a sister to this boy you just became friends with a few months ago. you haven’t said those words out loud in a long time. you don’t even remember when the last time was.

to his credit, he does not ask any prying questions about the sister he has never heard of. the sister he has never seen. 

you don’t even realize that you were shaking, mostly from reliving your memories, but also shivering from the chilly night breeze until he drapes a jacket over your shoulders. 

“let’s get you home” he states, hands shoved into his pant pockets as he strolls ahead. 

leaving you staring at his retreating figure, brain muddled and heart jumbled. you vaguely remember him grabbing his track jacket and carrying it instead of putting it on before you left shiratorizawa. 

“are you coming?” he turns around to look at you. you hurry towards his familiar aura that encompasses your roughness, as he strikes up another conversation about something random. that night you lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling with paint scars from when it used to have glow-in-the-dark stars and planets taped to it; one question keeping you awake despite your exhaustion – what is it about this boy that makes you feel so safe?

reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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[ensemblesmile]

no thoughts, just rockstar!dilf!eita

tags: fem!reader, best friends dad, age gap (reader in their 20s, semi in his 30s), fingering, hickeys, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, infidelity

warnings: minors and ageless blogs DNI!! seriously, i will block any that do

rockstar!dilf!eita who has a less than perfect marriage despite what the fans known. who’s wife is still only with him for the money and the fame. who hasn’t seen him in years, hasn’t even been in the same city as him since his daughter was five.

rockstar!dilf!eita who thinks he only needs his daughter to live a happy life but hasn’t had the touch of a woman in more than 15 years. who doesn’t think he’s even good enough for it despite all his fans telling him how hot he is.

rockstar!dilf!eita who’s home for the summer from a recent tour, his daughter also home from a semester abroad with a new friend.

rockstar!dilf!eita who finds himself growing hard every time you think he isn’t watching as you try out a new routine with his daughter, laughing as you mess around together.

rockstar!dilf!eita who should feel guilty for thinking of his daughters best friend like he should be thinking about her mother, but instead finding himself masturbating to the video he secretly took of one of your new routines, body contorted into different positions he wouldn’t mind trying with you.

rockstar!dilf!eita who’s daughter has picked up on the way he looks at you when he thinks neither of you are looking. who also sees the way you look at her father when you think neither are looking. who, despite finding it a bit odd to think about, secretly plots to get you and her dad to at least hook up, maybe even get together if you like each other enough.

rockstar!dilf!semi who’s so gentle with you as he eats you out in the big pool outside the mansion. had you cumming around his fingers during a second round in the sauna and fills you with his cum during a third round in his bedroom.

rockstar!dilf!eita who can’t believe you’ve agreed to be his once he promises to divorce his wife. who then asks you to secretly marry him the moment the divorce is official because he can’t go a moment longer without being able to officially call you his.

rockstar!dilf!eita who has to hide his relationship with you but he doesn’t care because that way he gets you all to himself. his beautiful princess to love and to hold, in sickness and in health.

rockstar!dilf!eita who asks you to go on tour with his band as a backup dancer, though that’s only a cover because he just wants to fuck you whenever he can, wherever he can

rockstar!dilf!eita who’s daughter has been really supportive of your relationship with her father despite you now being her stepmom — not that the fans had to know anything. the daughter who still thought of you as her best friend and would continue to do so so long as you didn’t hurt her father.

— 2022 ⓒ ensemblesmile, do not repost or translate my work. comments, likes, and reblogs welcomed

a/n: so i may or may not have fallen so in love with the idea of rockstar!dilf!eita that i already started writing a fic for it…lmk if you like this and would possibly want me to post that work! anyways, there aren’t enough dilf!eita fics to satisfy my hornee so i created one myself, i hope you enjoy !!

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[seokiloquy]

Let Me Live - Semi Eita

Soulmate Au: First Words, Timeskip

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing, innuendos,

Word Count: 7k

“Don’t forget, we have to be there by 7!” Masaki sends to your phone, reminding you about a concert you’re supposed to go to in the evening. 

A thump rings through the wall.

You groan, setting down your pitcher of steamed milk to glare at the wall behind you. Music from the club next door rattles the shelves, causing some plates to clink together. It's not even noon yet, and the band has started warming up, much louder than anyone could appreciate. 

Cheery Cafe and The Local easily juxtaposed each other.

From the back kitchen, your boss emerges, rolling his eyes. "Already?" 

"Yup!" You call over a particularly loud strum that rumbles the walls.

Coming from downstairs, your coworker emerges with an armful of coffee beans and a grimace painting her face. "I swear they have a speaker pressed against our wall." She joins you behind the counter, dropping into a low square to slide the bags into the open shelf space behind your legs.

"I wouldn't be surprised." You huff. "The owner's an ass."

"Watch it, kiddo." Your boss huffs a laugh.

"You said it first!" You shoot back, but he walks out without a response. Mina follows behind with an empty pitcher.

"Wait! Can you make a note?! We're low on flour!"

"Got it!" You grab a pen and notepad just as another blast of guitar rings through the walls.

A customer enters. Hands over their ears.

"Hi, your ears okay?" You laugh slightly as the door shuts behind them.

“I may go deaf.”

“Join the club.”

“Already a part of it, sadly.” They sigh, taking out their earplugs.

You lean against the counter. “Ah, part of the enemy. Which are you, staff or player?”

“Roadie.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Laughing, the roadie brushed a hand through their grown-out buzzed hair. “This is the loudest they've been all tour. They're finally home, so it's all out for friends and family.”

The shelf rattles again, and you quickly spin to catch a cup before it falls to the floor. “Glad to be a part of the experience.”

“Sorry, I’ll tell them to tone down, but I can’t promise they will.”

“I don’t expect much. Anyways, you’re here for a reason. What can I get you?”

“I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do to you.” They wince.

You sigh, hands on the counter. “Please don’t say it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please just be quiet.”

“Sorry.” They place a piece of paper that was ripped from a notebook on the counter in front of you. 

You stare helplessly at the text-filled sheet before groaning and calling back toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna need help out here!”

Kaziyoshi emerges, with a concerned look on his face, quickly followed by Mina. Kaziyoshi glances at the paper. “Oh lord.”

“I hope you’re not paying for this yourself.” You sigh, taking it with you to check out. “There’s even specialty drinks on here. Did you look up our menu?”

“Some people are very picky. It’s on the business card, though, so it's all good.”

“Well, you may as well sit down and enjoy the scenery.”

“Will do. It’s very cute here!” 

You laugh, “Very different from next door. Now sit. This is going to take a bit.”

“Do you need help taking these over?”

Six full trays, with four drinks each, there is no way this roadie is going to be able to carry them over on their own.

“I’d actually appreciate that, ya.” Nagawasaw tucks the list into their pocket before reaching for a tray.

Mina takes over the counter as another group of customers enter, and Kaziyoshi goes back into the kitchen. With three trays in your hold, one on each hand and the third balancing between your wrists and chest, you follow the roadie out of your cute little pastel cafe and toward the dark, towering club next door.

The Local, a black-painted two-story brick building, has been there for as long as you can remember. Opening at 7 p.m., you’re generally lucky enough to be off-shift and not have to deal with the lines of people waiting around, save for their cigarettes left behind on the sidewalk. But, despite the door only being open to the public at seven, artists, their teams, and available families are able to enter so long as an employee is present.

The roadie pushes the door open with their back as a blast of guitar threatens to burst your eardrums. You groan and follow in to put the drinks at the bar counter. The lead singer, with ash hair and dark tips, sings loudly with his eyes shut while his fingers expertly strum over his guitar strings. Your arms tingle as you set the drinks down in front of the barkeep.

“Hey, Nagasawa! You got it all!” You can recognise the owner’s rasper voice from anywhere. 

“Oh, and you’re one of the baristas from next door. Thanks for helping bring this over.” He reaches over your shoulder to grab a black 16 oz coffee and chugs it.

You rub your arms, nodding. “No worries. Hey, do you mind turning down the volume? We know the band needs to practise, but we’re having a hard time hearing anything over there.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Kiddo. Everybody! The drinks are here!” He walks away and not toward the soundboard. You sigh.

A girl, maybe 14 years old, rushes over. Grabbing the only strawberry milk and a double espresso before rushing back for the stage.

“Isn’t this place 18 and up?” You ask openly to the air.

“She’s the singer’s little sister. The bar isn’t open right now anyways, so it’s not like she can grab a drink.” Nagasawa sighs with a shug. “Anyways, Thanks for the drinks. The band’s playing for four days, so you can probably expect more requests from us.”

“Cool. I should get back. The name's (L/N) (Y/N), by the way. Nice meeting you.” You're about to bow but instead wince as the band plays all at once. “See ya.”

"Wait!" Grabbing a cup sleeve, Nagasawa pulls a pen from their pocket and writes. "If you need anything, shoot me a text."

Blinking, you grab the brown paper and bow. "Thank you." 

The customers that had entered when you left were seated at a table, happily chatting, and Mina was free. She furrowed her brows after getting a look at you. “What’s up with your arms?”

You freeze next to the counter and look. “The fuck?”

“Do you have a soulmate mark?”

“No!”

“Well, you do now!” She shrieks, making the customers, only a few metres over, turn around.

Vibrantly coloured letters glow on your arms, covering every inch with a stroke of bright paint. Nothing seemed to be untouched. You lift your pant leg to find the same pattern. They stayed for a moment before fading away into nothing.

Mina was jumping on the spot, fanning her cheeks with excitement. “Do you know what this means? You have a soulmate!”

You hiss, “Ya, and it was someone next door!”

Mina freezes. “Oh, shit. Do you know who?”

“Well, not Nagasawa or Mr. Takumi. I would’ve noticed earlier, and I’ve spoken to the owner before.” A blast shakes the side wall again, “Asshole didn’t even bother trying to turn it down.” You join Mina behind the counter.

“No other clues?”

“Everyone was talking, and the music was so loud. I didn’t talk to anyone else either.”

“Was the music good, at least?”

You give Mina a sideways glance.

“Right, never mind.”

“I’m kidding. It was… fine. Just very heavy… and loud.”

After a break from the boom drums, the door opens, and the same young girl from before enters, a towering figure following behind. “Eita, come look, it’s so cute!”

She lets go of the guitarist's sleeve and runs to admire the wall plushies across from the counter. She squeals, jumping up to reach a cat on the top shelf.

Eita rushes over, catching the line of stuffies that nearly come tumbling down with the giant cat the girl snatched. 

"Watch it, Hanako. You're going to break something." Eita pushes the toys back onto the shelf and glances around with a twitching nose. "It's… cute."

You glare, ignoring the blur of Hanako as she excitedly rushes around, the giant pink cat in her arms, to look at all the other shelves.

He glances around the pastel-painted walls before catching your eye. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine? What's with the storm clouds?"

You feel the muscles in your forehead tense more, "Sorry, what was that? My ears are ringing from the constant screeching next door."

The tall guitarist scoffs before getting distracted by his sister running to the counter. And dropping everything on it. "Can I also have a strawberry milk with boba!!" 

You smile at the girl. She's decked out in fun colours and cute accessories and a long swaying skirt to match. The exact opposite of her brother. "What did you pick out?"

"The cat, a Sanrio blind box, the My Melody headband, this keychain, th—”

“How are you paying for this?” Eita asks behind her, making Hanako look over her shoulder.

“Who said anything about me paying for it?”

You huff, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the laugh that threatened to escape. Eita glares before pulling out his card with a sigh, letting his sister swipe it from his two fingers.

“Oh, you’re just wrapped around her fingers, aren't you?” you laugh, placing all of the girl's items in a bag.

“Ha, ha.” He reaches for the completed bag and grabs his sister around the neck with his elbow, escorting her out and messing with her hair as they leave.

“Ah! Eita! Stop it. Let me go! I’m gon—” The door shuts behind them.

Your hands push into the counter, creating a line where the heel of your palm falls off the stone. The guitarist walks past the window with a bored but snobbish expression as if a young girl wasn’t dragging him around. While carrying a wild exterior, you could feel the “I drink black coffee” attitude radiate from him and infect everyone in his vicinity. His sister seemed to stand alone, luckily, not caring for the glares he sent towards all the cute merchandise or sweet drinks and snacks you had in store.

A scoff boils out of you as they finally fall away from view. At least Hanako was cute, if she weren’t, you couldn’t imagine the amount of remarks he would send your way. You could hear it now: “Who would want this stuff,” “Seems weird,” “People actually buy these?” all with a tone that sounded like slime stuck between toes in a sweaty shoe. You shiver, dropping onto your elbows, only to notice that the words have re-appeared, only this time, one in particular stuck.

“Aren't you a ray of sunshine?” You read aloud. “Fucking hell.”

“Watch it!” Kaziyoshi appeared from the kitchen. 

The rest of the colourful lettering quickly dissipates, fading into the natural shade of your skin beneath them as if washing away in non-existent rain. But the six words, one sentence, remained prominent and bright on your forearm. You swing it behind you, hiding it from the view of your boss.

“If you saw who had just been in here, you’d say the same thing. At least the sister managed to get his card out of him.” You gesture to the register for Kaziyoshi to take a look. As he does, you rush to grab an extra sweater tucked in the far corner beneath the counter and slide it on.

“Oh ya. Good for her. Shika will be happy to see that.” Shika, his wife, was in charge of inventory. Kaziyoshi leans away from the register to look at you. “Cold?”

“Only a little.” You smile, already feeling the sweat start to build on your skin. 

“I’d say turn the AC down, but it’s pretty hot in the kitchen right now.”

You knew that the heat easily spread to the front, and while the smell was excellent, it was torture during the summer months. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” You already regretted the decision.

The letters beneath your skin seemed to tingle. Annoyed, you scratch at it until Mina appears again, allowing you to run off and distract yourself with another task.

The day continues as mundanely as before, occasionally being visited by those from next door. Why the owner endorses your cafe despite being a grotesque man in general, you’ll never know, but you hope he just likes the coffee. The thumping only stops two more times throughout the day, the last of which happens an hour before you close, and the line outside begins to build, running across the cafe’s window and door.

You just finished mopping when the door opens again, and Mina curses. “I forgot to lock.”

Luckily for you, though, you recognise the face standing on the mat. 

“Masaki? I thought I was meeting you at the venue?”

Mina sighs in relief, handing you your things before gathering her own and heading for the lights.

“Well, I was waiting in line with Hiro and thought I'd just come get you. Hiro’s holding our spot anyways.”

You blink for a second, wondering why Masaki would abandon their spot in line and come travel to get you when that effectively doubles the distance travelled.

“Besides, it’s not like I had to walk far. Come on!”

Behind you, you hear Mina say bye to Kazioshi (and Shika, whom he was on the phone with) before she comes back and pushes both you and Masaki towards the door.

“Not far?” Your feet freeze, leading Masaki to drag you outside. Mina waves goodbye as she locks the door, before walking in the opposite direction that Masaki is leading you. “No.”

You freeze just outside The Local, where Hiro waits in front of a security guard with his hair perfectly shagged and styled. 

Suddenly, it’s like your eyes give up on you. A dark vignette takes over your vision as you realise just who you’re about to see in concert. And that you will be sticking out like a sore thumb in periwinkle and white clothing, while everyone else is wearing black, and leather.

You don’t look like you belong in The Local. You look like you just walked out of the cute cafe next door. Which A. everyone just saw happen, and B. everyone inside knows too.

You lift the hood up of your borrowed sweater, tucking your nose behind the zipper and tighten the hoodie string as much as possible. The fabric is pink, which, while very cute, does not help your situation. You groan, regretting that you were born in a world where sweaters don’t eat people alive. Why did they buy this ticket, again?

“Ending tour sale.”

You further bury your nose.

Eventually, the security guard asks for ID and tickets with the help of one of The Local’s staff members, whom you give coffee to regularly, and you’re in.

There’s an artificial breeze inside as the building’s old AC works its hardest, which you appreciate from under your sweater before being dragged to the base of the stage. You, along with Masaki and Hiro, stand before the stage, looking at, or for them, admiring, the set-up from the perspective of an ant. 

Nagasawa, the roadie, appears on stage, guitars in hand that they place on stands. Catching your eyes, they nod, before walking off, shoes appearing and disappearing across your line of vision.

More people pile in, and Hiro offers to go get drinks for the three of you at the bar before too many get through the doors, and manoeuvring becomes impossible. You nod along with Masaki’s enthused reaction, thinking about being trapped at the front back of the room, far away from any exits, while being pressed up against the stage where that wannabe miscreant of a guitarist that you now have to call your soulmate will be able to stare you down for two very long hours. You shiver.

Hiro returns quickly, the bar hands are well-trained and speedy, and you down your cup of alcohol before even finding out what it was.

“You good, Hello Kitty?” Hiro asks, taking the empty cup back.

“Fine, just feeling the desire to jump in front of an oncoming train.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“Hiro!” Masaki smacks his arm.

“I didn’t bring it up!” He defends, Shifting his body weight when he notices people trying to shove you three out of your spot at centre stage.

Masaki sighs before looking your way with pinched brows, a silent question.

You just shake your head. “It’s not worth getting into. Not right now.”

Still, with a concerned face, Masaki nods and turns toward the stage.

After they both finish their drinks, the club space is packed, and people are already trying to shuffle by in a tight line to get toward the bathroom. The AC, while on, has already failed at keeping the large number of bodies in the space cool (go figure), and you are already regretting your decision to take the sweater with you instead of leaving it behind.

You stare down toward your feet, trying to see them in the dark to calm yourself down and not overheat, and then the crowd screams.

The group, which you don’t even know the name of, enters from stage left. A drummer with characteristically long hair that's ready to swing to the music, a pianist with the most toned-down style amongst the group, a bassist with and guitarists both with layered, torn and strapped up clothing, and the lead singer, Eita. He wore more extravagant clothes than before, somehow. Leather studded boots, ripped jeans with hanging chains, a loose graphic muscle tee underneath a leather jacket with fur trim, the last of which he had been wearing throughout the day.

Eita scans the crowd with a lopsided smile before landing on you with a tilt of his head. You were going to suffocate and die. The following words out of everyone's mouth had no meaning as you stared at the right-angle corner of the stage and gripped it.

The music plays on, not caring for your drum-altered heart rate or battered eardrums.

The crowd behind you screams, and something grabs your chin, forcing your head to tilt back despite the tense muscles in your neck. Eita stares down at you with a hiked brow, face entirely shadowed by the stage lights.

You try to scramble back and tear away his grip, but you find your back forced to stay still by the pressure of a thousand bodies wanting to clamour closer to the men on stage. You're trapped as you feel every word your soulmate sings begin to dance on your skin.

Eita winks before rising fully to his feet again, and Masaki lands a slap against your arm.

You're free from his hold but still trapped in his presence as the next two hours are filled with blaring rock and tingling skin. He doesn't look your way the rest of the night. You're thankful.

As soon as the show finishes, you rush to the door, not caring to stick around for the band's pandering for their fanbase. You escape, ears ringing and slam your back against your cafe's door as your breath tries to acapella and not return.

Overheated, you rip the sweater off your shoulders and toss it to the ground. How Eita managed to play a whole concert in a leather jacket with a fur trim, you wouldn't understand. But, then again, he likely didn't have anxiety pumping through his views like you had, freeing him from the fate of being an overcooked slab of chicken. 

Gasping for breath, your mind jumps to his calloused fingers on your chin. So tight, as if he could have grabbed you by the neck in a second and carried you over like a hen ready for slaughter.

Mind now on chickens, your breathing slows, and you melt onto the concrete ground in front of the Cheery Cafe door.

"Hey, why did you run— Oh shit!"

With tired eyes, you see Madaki and Hiro staring down at you. 

Hiro chuckles, "You kinda look like part of the Yakuza."

Your arms, your whole body really (not that they could see) were covered in lyrics. Words dancing and wiggling around as though the music was still playing on your skin.

"Just kill me now."

The Semi family invited the band over for a late dinner and a chance to sleep on actual beds, but so had the rest of the bandmates' families. Instead they went to a group dinner before parting ways for the night. Eita was just relieved to not be forced onto the couch in exchange for the drummer, the youngest's, comfort.

Walking into the family home, with his parents in front and Hanako at his side, Eita quickly reached for his jacket the moment they stepped through the door, arm swinging over his sister's head.

"Watch it!" She cried, smacking his jacket to the floor as he tried to toss it onto the clothing rack.

Eita stared down at the cloth. "Seriously? Pick it up."

"Hmm, no." Hanako grins, kicking off her shoes before stepping onto the leather coat and into the living room.

Eita huffs, stripping off his baggy tank top to toss onto her head before she turns the corner.

"EUGH! This reeks!! Mom!! Eita is stripping in the living room again.”

Peeking out from the kitchen with a glass of water, their mother sighs.

"It's been two minutes, can't you two… EITA IS THAT A TATTOO?!"

Her water nearly spills as she rushes over. Hearing the commotion, their father appears from the hallway with a fresh t-shirt and pants.

"Eita got a tattoo?"

"HE BETTER NOT HAVE!"

"Oooooh, you're in trouble!"

Eita glares at Hanako for her teasing tone before facing his concerned mother. "I didn't get a tattoo. What are you talking about?"

She rushes forward, glaring despite Eita's denial. Prodding his stomach, just above his hip bone, she huffs. "Then explain this!"

He looks down and sees a messily scrawled line running along the curve of his skin. "Huh, that's new."

"NEW?! Taiko, look at this."

Sighing, his father walked over, passing Hanako, who eagerly followed along.

He stared for a moment before pushing up the glasses on his nose. "I believe that may be your soulmate mark, but I can't tell what it says. Did you meet anyone new today?"

"Tons, Dad, I'm a touring artist."

"Right, stupid question. Well, unless you can decide what it says, you're a bit out of luck unless they've noticed it too, or there's another piece going on."

His mom sighs in relief before hugging him lightly and whispering a small “Thank god” before ushering him and his sister off to bed, as if he wasn’t an adult and she wouldn’t stay up late anyways. Eita was tired, though, but despite his body’s desire to sink into the bed, he grew up with and found most comfortable. He couldn't help but sit at his desk chair, with a moderately sized mirror on a stool that his sister likely shoved in his room and stare at the black text that was inked onto his skin.

He trailed his fingers over the lettering, hoping that every swipe would reveal something new, a clue to understanding what it said. 

It was 3 am before he realised the time and decided to go to sleep.

"What does this say?"

You stare at the sticky note Shika holds out to you. "Uhh, I can't tell."

"But you wrote it?"

"Doesn't mean I can read it. Hold on." You grab the sticky note, looking for the pad it came from and the pen you used.

Finding the pair, you retrace your steps in reverse. "OH, FLOUR. Right, we're low on flour."

"Thanks for the translation."

"Sorry."

Shika laughed. "Would have been worse if you weren't here. Thanks for covering today."

"Not like I had anything else to do. Besides… wallow?"

The door squeaked, and Shika sighed, “Well, back to it for now.”

You try not to let your knees buckle at the sight of the man walking through the door. Eita is dressed casually, a regular baggy shirt hangs off his shoulders. The simplicity haunts you though, and it takes everything not to duck and hide from view.

"Oh it's Sunshine. Why are you here?"

You level him with a sigh, "I wonder why. Possibly because I have a job. That doesn't explain your sudden appearance, though. Where's Hanako?"

Turning you back to him, as if not caring for his presence, you immediately let a silent scream escape, forcing every emotion out of you.

"She's sleeping. Stayed up too late last night. By the way, could you draw a map to the nearest café? I need some caffeine."

He's smirking at you when you glance over your shoulder. But with a shrug, you grab a napkin and a pen, scribbling on it before sliding it over with a perfectly practised smile. "Here ya go."

"Hmm," he sighs, glancing at the drawing. "Not the customer service I would hope for. An ass? Really? Oh, wait, you serve coffee. This must be a self portrait."

You're boiling, skin scorching and arching to jump off your body. "Oh, absolutely, my butt is the perkiest around." It comes out in the singing tone you use later in the day when the customers are in a rush.

"Hmm, you'll get there eventually."

You want to throttle him.

"Oh, thank you for the encouragement. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hmm, do you remember the orders from yesterday? I'd like all those again."

"Hmm?" You want to scream. "Do you have the list?"

"Oh. No. But you can do it. It is your job, after all." The eyes are pinched together with cunning mirth.

Forget throttle; maul him. You want to maul him. Soulmate or not.

"Alright, I'll get right on it."

Eita gives you a smile before turning to wait in one of the plush seats. Comfortable, as if he'd won the battle. Annoyingly, you can see your handwriting peaking through the bottom of his short-sleeve. 

You growl to yourself before pulling out your phone, and shooting off a quick text.

Nagasawa is quick to reply, and eager to be a bother to the artist that they were working for. You open the sent image of the list and get to work.

You're halfway through when the rocker feels the need to bring your attention back his way.

"I'm not paying for you to be looking at your phone," he huffs.

You give him a glance before returning to your espresso shot. "Luckily for you, you're not paying me at all."

"Good, I don't want to pay for this kind of service."

"Oh, that's too bad. Here's your bill." You walk out from behind the counter to hand him the machine. His eyes bulge for a second before sighing and pulling out his card.

You skip back to the counter and finish off the drinks. Tying one off with a cute pink bow.

"What's that for?"

"This?" You fluff the ribbon uselessly, for show. "It's your sister's order, I wanted to make it special for when she wakes up. Be a dear and put it in a fridge for her, will you?"

Eita rolls his eyes before getting one of the trays to rest on his elbows.

"Will you need help getting those over?"

Eita huffs to himself before nodding, "yes," he groans.

"Better call for some help then!"

Eita leaves with a grimace cut into his face.

Once the door closes behind him, you lift your sleeve to find the whole conversation painted on your skin.

"Why are you always here?"

You raise a brow at the question, turning to face the rocker while shaking together another customer's order.

"Hmm, have you developed dementia? Did you know that it could be connected to your hearing? You must have gone deaf from all the blasting music."

"...what?"

You smile and turn your back to him.

He waits for a moment. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You mean, why am I always here? Cause I work here. Duh.” You finish off the mix in your hands before walking it to the end of the table where the previously mentioned customer is waiting with an amused grin. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks.” The woman gives you a teasing smirk before ushering herself to the door.

Eita, annoyingly enough, has your full attention again. “Why are you always working?”

“Because I like my job? Because I need the money?”

“Because you have nothing else to do.” You squint at Kazioshi as he appears. “You aren’t even supposed to be here today.”

“Are you going to kick me out?” you huff.

“No.”

“Then don’t complain.”

Kazioshi shakes his head, grabbing the metal tray he needed from the counter, before heading back to the kitchen.

Once again, Eita has your full attention. “Bad social life?” He asks as a cocky smile appears on his face.

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?” you mirror him. “If you’re not going to order something, take a hike. I have things to do.”

“Oh you’d love for me to get lost in the mountains, wouldn’t you? Nah, I'm here for that order again.”

You perk up, “Is your sister here?”

“Not yet.”

“Shame, she’s the better sibling.”

You don’t stay to see how he reacts to the comment. There are drinks to be made, and a boy to charge for them. At least there is some joy in emptying his wallet.

“Hmm well, she isn’t the one you paid to go see in concert.”

The momentary joy you felt was immediately washed out.

Day four. The final day. One more concert and you were free from the torment. The thought was probably the only thing getting you through the day, knowing that after tonight, you could be free of Eita’s presence. So long as he continues to wear long sleeves.

It was a pleasant thought. Being free. Sadly everything else seemed to want to bring down your mood. Your phone didn’t charge last night, meaning that after your endless scrolling, it had died on your bedside table, and didn’t ring in the morning. So, you were running late for the one time you were actually scheduled to work. Then, while rushing out the door, a downpour started and ended in the time it took you to bike to Cheery Cafe, soaking you to the bone. A customer yelled at you for making their “mocha caramel hazelnut latte” too hot, despite them requesting it as such. Then while mopping up said “Mocha caramel hazelnut latte”, You slipped and knocked your head against the sharp edge of the counter. The receipt printer disconnected. The wifi went down. You burnt your thumb while steaming milk. Lunch can’t be eaten off the floor. And finally, the band started playing.

You groan, rubbing the back of your head where a bump has quickly grown. It seems to pulse every time the drum hits.

“You good, kid?” Kazioshi comes back with a fresh bag of ice.

“No, I’m in hell.”

“Well, that's not supposed to be the mood of this place. Do we need more pink?”

You chuckle, quickly wincing as the action shoots a pulse right into the back of the head.

“Just a couple more hours, and you’re free.” He sighed, having already given up on sending you home early. “You’ll get through it.”

The door opened with a squeak.

“Hi!”

Hanako is in the doorway subtly smiling as you meet her eyes. It's hard to tell if the bright light that follows her is a side effect of just how endearing she is or a concussion.

“Hi, Hanako. How are you?”

Her gentle grin quickly switches to a frown as she approaches. “Tired. Eita has been playing nonstop for the four days he’s been here, and I’m tired of it. I can’t even be in there when the concert starts.”

“Same here, kiddo.” You wince as another loud strum rings through the wall. Being later in the day, with the sun going down, there was no one coming into the cafe for an 8 p.m. coffee, unless they worked at The Local and everyone there had already gotten their fill. “Come on, let's sit on the couch.”

Hanako swings her skirt around, letting it flutter around her ankles as she follows you to the plush seat. 

“So, you’re here because you’re tired of listening to your brother’s music?”

Hanako grabs the ends of her hair, playing with the dark tips. “Pretty much. It's the same thing for two hours, four days in a row. I just wanted to have a nice dinner with my family, but he has to work, and my parents have to attend because they have to support him. And UGH I just want a burger or something.” Her head swings as she talks. “I don’t even like rock music.”

“Really? Eita must hate that.”

“A little. But I can at least annoy him about it.” She kicks her feet a little, and you begin to copy her, making the girl giggle. “He’s been on tour for a year. I just want it to be over already.”

“Isn’t this the last concert?”

“Ya, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. It was supposed to be only two days but they decided to extend it because of high demand, and then they made a sale, which was totally fake, the tickets were all the same price. So they got to play two more days.”

“My friend bought me a ticket because of the sale. So I'm going to tell them that it was a scam.”

Hanako chuckled cutely. “Buy two get one 50% off as if the two tickets weren’t priced higher.”

“Oh, that’s evil.” You chuckle, adjusting your ice pillow.

“Ya, it was my brother’s idea.”

“Ah, I knew there was something off about him, a con artist he is.”

“Wooo celebrities. Ugh, I’m just tired of it.”

A prolonged silence filled the air, before you could think of something more to say. Not that it was anything useful. “Sorry if I seem out of it. I took a fall earlier and bumped my head.”

“No worries. I am too,” she yawns. “I just want to nap.”

“Go for it. I won’t stop you.”

When you’re tired enough, the consistent drum beats from next door can act as a calming rhythm to lull you to sleep. You sigh, sinking into the couch’s backrest. Sadly, you can’t sleep on the job, so through bleary eyes, you keep an eye on the open door, as Hanako’s head falls onto your arm.

Eventually, the concert ends, and finally there's calm in the cafe once more. You watch silently as the concertgoers walk past the cafe door, leaning against each other and blabbering in slurred words. 

“HANAKO!”

The calm didn’t last long. Eita stomps through the door, face coloured a bruising red in contrast to his hands, which were clenched so tightly that blood seemed to not go to his fingers.

“HANAKO!” The girl shot awake, hand jumping to grab onto your arm. “Why are you where? You were supposed to be in the back with Mom and Dad!”

“I got tired of your shitty music!” She whined, hiding behind your shoulder.

“HANA! You left on your own you could have been kidnapped, do you realise how stupid that was?!”

Your head throbbed at the squabbling. “Gah, Shut up! Don’t yell at her. She’s safe, she knew where she could go.” Palm to forehead, you stood up and let the icepack fall to the seat cushion behind you. Hanako picked it up. “Is your throat not sore after being used all day? Be quiet already. I’m sick of the noise.”

Eita’s eyes were blown out in a broad glare, face only seeming to turn purple. “Excuse you? My throat? What about you? Aren’t you the one that needs tips to get by?”

“I don’t think I need any tips from you, thanks. Any advice from you would get me stuck in a gutter.” You’re hardly looking at him, or maybe you are. It’s hard to tell how tired and dizzy you feel. Everything seems hazy, but you can differentiate the dark shadow of Eita from the pastel background.

“Your head is already in the gutter!”

“My head is perfectly fine. No complaints. 10/10. Only raving review—”

“God, just be quiet! My sister is here!”

“You’re the one yelling.” You point out, and reach behind you until your hand lands on Hanako’s soft hair. The girl takes the motion as permission to latch onto your leg from her seated position, you feel the ice pack she’s holding against your knee. You hum. “And Hanako came here because she was tired of your music. You do realise for the four days you’ve been in town, you’ve only spent 10 hours each day with your family, and I bet most of that time was spent sleeping, or hanging out with your bandmates.

“And how do I know this? Because I’ve been here every single day. I know when concerts at The Local end, and I knew when you and your team got here each morning. I made you guys drinks. I dealt with your blasting music for hours on end. You know, you don’t have to rehearse at full volume day in and day out. The whole neighbourhood knows your setlist by heart.”

You don’t notice Kazioshi peek out from the kitchen with a frown before he sneaks back to his quiet space.

Eita glares. “So you’re a stalker.” His voice is finally toned down.

“An observer.”

“Every time I've gone in here, you’ve only ever been standoffish. Could you stand to be a bit nicer to customers?”

“I’m standing right now.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Do I? Sorry, between smacking my head on a marble counter and dealing with your music all day, I’m kind of not in the right space. I can’t even remember what you said five seconds ago.”

“You—” Eita sighs, hands unclenching. 

You take a second to rub your drooping eyes. “You got something on your face by the way. Did someone marker you?”

Hanako is giggling against your leg, gripping your pants with all her grip as she tries to stay up.

Eita pauses for a second, thinking about how ridiculous he must look with something smeared across his face. “Do you have a bathroom?”

You point at the door in the hallway before the kitchen. He stomps off and you flop back down.

“He’s not normally that emotional.”

“He was only worried about you. Can’t blame him for that.” You rub her hair a bit before combing it back into place, you think. It’s a bit hard to see. “I think I might really have a concussion.”

“Shouldn’t you, like, lay down or something?”

“Later.” You huff, pulling the girl close into a hug. “First, I have to hug a cute little bunny!”

“Yah! Stooooop!” She manages to push you off, giggling all the while.

The giggles outside the door seem to fall on deaf ears as Eita stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. Words, scribbled in what he could only describe as a child’s handwriting, trailed up his neck and onto his cheek. Words he now knew came from you. He knew there was more, so in a quick fashion, he strips down behind the locked door of the bathroom. He hoped he wasn’t scarring the cute cat sticker that was stuck to the mirror in the process.

The words continue, circling him like a python, and he struggles to catch his breath. Cheek to ankle, he’s covered in black and red letters. It hits him. Just outside, in the cafe, is his soulmate, who he yelled at. He can feel his heart pick up its pace, fighting against the constricting that the written words on his skin are causing as they slither around. 

There’s a knock on the door. Eita forces another breath, throwing on his clothes and opening the door.

Kazioyoshi blinks. “You good?”

“Ya. Fine.”

“Good. I need to get in there.”

“Right, right.” Eita side steps as the taller man enters the bathroom.

“You’re shirt’s on backwards, by the way.” The door shuts.

Still, in a haze, Eita pulls his arms in to spin the shirt around.

“Eita! Hanako! There you are!” His parents are in the cafe now sighing, and short of breath. “We’ve been trying to call. Nagasawa suggested you might be here. Thank goodness.”

Joining them, he glances at the couch where Hanako sits, and you’ve passed out.

His parents glance at the barista. “What happened?”

The two siblings speak at the same time.

“Concussion.”

“Soulmate.”

The two adults blink at each other.

“What?” Kazioshi says from the hallway, before rushing to the couch. He sighs. “At least we’re closed now… I told them to go home.”

Waking up the next morning (mid-afternoon) on Masaki and Hiro’s couch, in a dark room with all the lights off and curtains drawn was an unexpected experience. But was quickly overshadowed by the pounding in your head.

“You’re on bed rest for two weeks. No phone, no laptop, no tv. You can listen to a podcast or something, but you are staying in the dark and quiet as much as possible.” Hiro lectured you.

Apparently, stimuli of any kind can prevent recovery from a concussion (Probably shouldn’t have stayed at the cafe). So, due to your (unwilling) bed-ridden state, your friends, with the help of your co-workers, were taking care of you. Demeaning really, you felt like a baby, but at least you caught up on sleep.

When you were finally able to leave the house it was with sunglasses and a headset, and of course, you immediately went to the cafe.

“Seriously?” Shika scoffs when you enter, “Do you ever stay away?”

“Not unless I’m being restrained. Which I technically was.”

“You’re not working.”

“You can’t stop me.” You join her behind the counter, adjusting your sunglasses. “Go take a break I can handle it.”

“I'm not sure about that.”

“At least sit down for a bit?”

“Fine. But if you even get a bit tired, you call me.”

You nod and shoo her off, chuckling as she flops onto the couch and opens her laptop.

It's quiet, calm, the most peaceful it’s felt in a while. There is no shaking coming from the bar next store, The Local is empty and Cheery Cafe finally feels like it’s name.

You sigh happily.

“Hey.”

The cloud comes right back. Eita stands in front of the counter, hands in the pockets of his baggy sweater, it’s the most casual you’ve seen him. You glare.

“Why are you here?”

“To tal—”

“He’s been coming everyday,” Shika says from the couch. “Loverboy couldn’t understand that you were resting.”

Behind your glasses, you glance at the ash-haired man. “And you called me a stalker.”

“Hey. We have something to talk about. And you wouldn’t pick up your phone.”

“Who gave you my number?”

“Your boss.”

You glare at Shika. And the woman shrugs. “He was desperate.”

“I couldn’t use my phone, I’ve been recovering.”

“That bad?”

“Every concussion is bad.”

“I— right.”

There's a tight silence and you see the beginnings of your words appear above his collar.

“So. Soulmates.” You say. “Gotta admit. Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“Your handwriting is atrocious. How was I supposed to figure it out?”

Kicking the floor you pursed your lips. “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t”

“Hey!”

“But you did and now I'm stuck with you. Aren’t I?”

Eita glares, straightening his posture. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is, I’m stuck with your loud music. At least you come with Hanako. She’s the better sibling.”

“Again… Hey. I’m your soulmate.”

“Do you want me to insult you again?”

“Not really.”

You lean against the counter, moving as close to him as possible while keeping the built in table between you. You look up at Eita as he tries to keep his chin up. “Then plan a date to take me out already. You know I have no social life. I’m free all the time and need something to balance out the torture that will be your music for a lifetime.”

His eyes shut, cheeks becoming rosy. “Again… Hey.”

“Eita. What are you doing?”

The volleyball player turned rock star lazed across the cafe’s couch, taking a selfie with one of the large plushies. The big teddy bear didn’t seem to enjoy it.

“Taking photos.”

You blink. “Why?”

“To send to Hanako.”

“Again. Why?”

“Cause she’s at school and not here. So she’ll be jealous.”

Rolling your eyes you return to cleaning your cup, “You’re cruel.”

“You love me.”

“I love Hanako more.”

He glares, “Hey…”

Working non-stop all summer to jump right into non-stop school. A break was nice but I already haven’t drawn in nearly a year, I don’t want the same to happen to writing. Save me. - Bacon

Posted: 28/08/2023

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holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter five

pie

note: sos not proofread and tumblr isn’t letting me put my barriers to you get large spaces instead

“y/n, wake up quick, it’s an emergency!” you heard semi say which woke you up immediately.

frantically, you search for his figure which, luckily, was standing right next to your sleeping figure. a crazed expression worn on his soft face.

“what’s going on?!” you quickly questioned, rubbing your eyes to unblur your vision.

“we have a day full of activities and you are just sleeping!” semi suddenly smiled as he sat down on the bed.

you looked at him in disbelief before you sighed, trying to compose yourself.

“you woke me up making me think there was an emergency when all you wanted to do was go out?” you spoke slowly, looking at semi straight in the eyes in shock.

“um, yes?” semi tentatively spoke.

“stress isn’t good for the baby you stupid- ugh!” you hit his figure after every word, making sure to land a hard one after your last word.

“ow! ok-fuck sorry! damn girl, you heavy handed.” semi pouted as he rubbed the areas in which you were particularly rough with.

“anyways, i thought i should be a nice husband-“

“don’t push your luck.”

“and treat you as you will only be here for about, 5 days before leaving.” semi stated.

“5 days?! you just couldn’t wait to book the tickets, couldn’t you?” you chuckled.

you wanted to say you were sad about leaving (country) and, to some extent, you were. you had an emotional connection to the place you were raised and born in. but, you really had nothing to stay for. no friends, no family and not really a job, so in reality you were quite excited for this move. just not that excited that it was with him.

“of course! so for five days i’ve book endless activities to do here as your way to say goodbye.” semi smiled.

“oh fuck no, i’m tired as shit and all the things here are so boring!” you groaned, pulling the covers closer to your body.

“to you! all the things here are so fun, like traditional dancing, pottery, jewellery making and so much more!” semi explained, the excitement oozing from his tone. you found it very cute.

damn semi and his angelic voice.

“ugh, well, since i know you aren’t going to drop this anytime soon, fine. but just letting you know that you are going to be so embarrassed when we are the only people there.” you rolled your eyes are you started getting up.

“trust me, we won’t” semi chuckled and he helped up from bed.

“oh yeah, i forgot the aunties will be raving the place, ready to judge me for being pregnant before marriage.” you sighed as you sluggishly dragged your feet to your bathroom.

“i wouldn’t be so sure about that”

“welcome to couple baking!” a middle-aged woman announced in english. normally foreigners book this activity so they speak in english as natives are expected to graduate being fluent in english anyways.

“you booked us for couples baking?” you whisper-yelled, now understanding why semi insisted on you two both wearing matching rings.

“well the requirements were that we were married so…” semi whispered back, smiling sheepishly as you glared at him.

“and you didn’t think that maybe you should just find one that allowed friends to do one together?” you raised your eyebrow.

“her credentials are very good! did you know she privately worked for the government?” semi argued back.

“god you’re pretentious.” you sighed before facing the lady leading the session.

“i think everyone’s ready, let’s get started!” the lady announced before rolling her sleeves and getting infront of her station.

“to start with, quickly name each other 1 and 2.” the lady instructed.

“i’ll be number 1, per usual.” semi smirked.

“ok mr man.” you chuckled.

“now, partner 1, go into the top left drawer under your station.”

semi pulled out the drawer and only saw a sleeping mask.

“oh, didn’t know it was this kind of baking. kinda defeats the purpose when you already put something in the oven!” semi shouted out, eliciting laughter out of everyone there while you looked down in embarrassment.

“what is actually wrong with you?” you took a deep breath.

“oh come on, it was funny!” semi laughed.

“i want a divorce.” you groaned.

“now, partner 1, put the blindfold on while partner 2 puts out all the ingredients.” the lady further explained.

“oo! it’s gonna be those blindfold challenges coupled do!” semi excitedly said while putting his blindfold on

“shut up.” you commented.

“not needed but anything for my beautiful wife!” semi grinned, now completely blindfolded.

“die.” you commented once again.

“you always had such a way with words!” semi gushed.

“eggs eita, i said eggs!” you yelled at him.

“well i can’t fucking see the eggs so excuse me if i can’t put them in on the first try, y/n!”

“then try harder!” you huffed, looking at the next step in the sheet given.

“ok it says to add 3 cups of flour.” you read out.

“the fucks a cup of flour?” semi asked.

“i forgot japan has a completely different measuring, i think it’s called 3 shou?” you reluctantly replied.

“aw you’re learning!” semi smiled as he added 7 1/2 literal drinking cups into the batch.

“woah what the fuck? one, why are you using literal drinking cups? two, why are you adding 7 1/2 fucking cups of flour?” you frantically questioned as you paused semi’s movements.

“honey, 1 shou is 2 1/2 drinking cups…? wherever you’ve been learning japanese, needs to refund you your money” semi chuckled as you started scooping out the ridiculous amount of flour he used.

“oh stuff it, i’m trying! plus why didn’t you realise that i said 7 1/2 glasses when before i literally said 3 cups?” you sighed before giggling.

“english isn’t my first language you racist, don’t expect me to know everything im just a singer.” semi pouted.

“there is no way you’re accusing me of racism when you live in japan.” you said dumbfoundedly.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” semi scoffed.

“no offence, japan is amazing, but you don’t think that its treatment towards anyone that isn’t a japanese fair-skinned man isn’t offensive?”

“of course i do. it’s not perfect for sure but it’s home. and i love my home, despite its weird tendencies.” semi spoke fondly.

“i guess, but how will it be like when i come there? will i ever be able to call it home? or even survive there as the semi eita’s baby mama?” you softly spoke.

“yes, because i swear to do everything in my power to make sure you will never be effected by things like that. i get it, it’s hard trust me. and in not expecting you to adjust immediately, all i want is you attempting to, which i know you will. you always do, youre resilient as fuck, it’s one of the reasons why you run through my mind all day.” semi lifted his blindfold up to look into your eyes.

you smiled, finally feeling like maybe, just maybe, you could handle being with semi.

“as well as the fact that you are amazing at riding me.” semi chuckled whilst putting his blindfold back on.

your smile dropped immediately.

“i will shove raw eggs down your throat.” you threatened.

“food play? it was on my list but never expected you to be into it.” semi smirked.

never mind, you forget semi eita is the biggest pain in the ass you’ve ever met.

“partner 1, lift up your blindfold and look at your creations!”

semi lifted up his blindfold, only to see a half cooked, dented and moist apple pie. to say he was disappointed was an understatement.

“oh wow.” he muttered as he observed the nature of the pie, his it wobbled as every shake and how you could practically smell the salmonella.

“i know, it’s beautiful.” you joked, pulling your phone out to take a picture of the monstrosity you both made.

“wait lemme get in it!” semi called out before bending down to get in the frame as he beamed out a bright smile, attempting to hide his laughter.

you took the picture, in fact you took many and god was he fucking photogenic. his messy and disheveled demeanour only added to the appeal. you couldn’t tell if it was the hormones talking or not but you could definitely take him on the table and fuck jim right there.

“let’s get one together.” he suggested, taking the phone out of your hands as he pulled you next to him. he swung his arm across your shoulders as you both smiled, acting as though this pie was the best creation you both have made.

“wow, i’m so handsome.” semi sighed softly as he looked through the pictures he took.

“alright mr egotistical, let’s throw this and take our leave.” you laughed, snatching your phone away as he picked the pie and threw it.

“yes mama” he replied as he dusted his hands off and took his belongings.

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