#semi eita x you

[mymegumi]

⠀ ⠀ HOW HE LOVES ｡ﾟ❁ུ۪ °ₒ

loves to fuck you after a long day at work, hands pressed into your ass as he bends you over to fuck you. loves calling you names that are both degradation and praising—“my good whore”, “pretty little cocksucker”, and “my sweet toy” to name just a few. most likely to take you whenever he feels like it, even if it’s in public and he has to cover your mouth to make sure you don’t make a sound when he’s fucking you so good in a public restroom. loves watching the tears flow down your face when you’re blowing him because he knows it’s just because his cock’s too big for your poor little mouth. fucks you so good you forget your name, and still makes sure to give you the sweetest aftercare because he loves you.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI, iwaizumi hajime, ukai keishin, TERUSHIMA YUUJI, kyoutaro kentarou, semi eita, konoha akinori, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, daishou suguru, SUNA RINTAROU

#matsukawa issei x you #iwaizumi hajime x you #ukai keishin x you #terushima yuuji x you #kyoutaro kentarou x you #semi eita x you #konoha akinori x you #tsukishima kei x you #tendou satori x you #daishou suguru x you #suna rintarou x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you #txt!writing #txt!eighteen

[kuroosdarling]

Battle of the Bands

𓆩♡𓆪 Semi x reader

𓆩♡𓆪 wc: 3.5k

𓆩♡𓆪 cw: MDNI ! - language, rough sex/hate sex, degradation, semi eita is a fuckin tease, & a lil mean hehe, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex

synopsis: its the 4th annual battle of the bands and you long time rival is coming after the title.

the road to hell is paved with good sex… or something like that….

a/n: happy birthday semi semi <3 i’ve been working on this fic for far too long lmao time to release it into the wild. i hope y’all enjoy !! n tell semi happy birthday !!!

Nothing beat the rush you felt when you first got on stage. Your nerves turned into fire, melting everything around you. Any and all feelings of doubt would get caught up in the flames, clearing the way for you to light up the stage. All you needed was your trusty guitar and your fellow bandmates to get started. Each time you went on stage, the lights would beat down on you only to heighten the passion you had for what you did. Looking out to the sea of people never felt scary, in fact, it exhilarated you. They were here to see your band play. To win. And the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them. it fueled the adrenaline that was already coursing through your veins. Buzzing, you were more than ready to give them the show of a lifetime.

But of course, there was balance in the world. With a great rush, comes an even greater buzzkill. Always lingering around corners, ready to strike whenever you had let your guard down. It hadn’t always been like this, but it easily manifested into this push and pull of power between the two of you. 

Semi Eita.

The actual bane to your existence. 

Tonight was your fourth time at Battle of the Bands. The last two times you guys had won first, eliciting the most applause from the crowd. It was exhilarating and you were determined to get it every year, no matter the cost.

Battle of the Bands was notorious for being a bloodbath between bands, but you never anticipated it to get so brutal. At first, it scared you shitless. So many people backstage yelling over one another, sabotaging each other’s wardrobes or even instruments. Just a constant rivalry between bands that started drama after drama. 

Your bandmates usually didn’t participate in it, save for your drummer, Saeko. Normally, she didn’t start the feuds but she had no problem in finishing them. Your lead vocalist, Yachi, was always too concerned with calming her nerves before she tore it up on stage and Kiyoko, your bassist, never ran into any trouble. Probably because her boyfriend would go unleash hell on everyone if they tried it. 

But this year, the energy felt different. Everyone was fired up, ready to snag the win this year. Even your bandmates seemed more fired up this time around. Probably because the winner also would win a hefty prize this year. Usually it was just bragging rights and good publicity, but this year was more intense.  A record deal was at stake.

His band was up next so he was tuning one of his new guitars. The bastard insisted on getting a red one right after you had posted yours on instagram. He knew he pissed you off and it only encouraged him. He’d never been one for the petty arguments and dramatic sabotages, but when he first met you, he just couldn’t help himself.

The way you were so nervous at first, taking it all in, watching your back. No one else dared messed with you, so he had the opportunity to have you all to himself. Instantly, you found him annoying. He was always making passive aggressive comments towards you, sneering at you as you walked by, even going so far as posting a video of you tripping on twitter that regrettably went viral.

Now, you never let him get away with that kind of stuff. It still happened, but you’ve managed to get him back a few times. Snapping back at him anytime he decided to make silly comments towards you, sticking your tongue out at him anytime he decided to sneer at you, and getting him to apologize on twitter for embarrassing you. (Your fans mostly handled that one for you but it was still a sight to see his half-assed apology he wrote on his notes app uploaded onto twitter). The real kicker was when you slept with his drummer. That shut him up for a solid couple weeks.

His band took the stage, the crowd already cheering at their mere appearance. Objectively, they were a good looking group. Each of them had their own edgy style, confidence practically pouring off of them the moment they would get on the stage. It wasn’t surprising that most of the girls had pushed their way up to the front for their performance, screaming at the guys to notice them whilst tearing each other down. 

Semi took it all in. Nothing beats the feeling of this. Being desired, being acknowledged, being appreciated. He was addicted to it. Plus, he got to play music with some of his favorite people in the world. His bandmates were like his brothers, and he wouldn’t be where he was today without them. 

Everytime he took the stage, it was like a flip was switched. He went from being just a regular guy who worked as a civil servant to Semi Eita, the rockstar. His ultimate persona, the one that woo’d the stage and made people remember his name. His truest self, the one he wanted to be since he was a kid. He could just let loose and be himself; something he didn’t have the luxury of doing in his normal 9-5.

Looking to the side past the drawn back curtains, he can see a scowl take up your face. Another added bonus to getting up on stage. As he was one of the first acts of the night, he was able to command the crowd’s attention better. Most of them are still sober and fully invested in the music. The winner of last year’s battle had to go last, so you’d be hanging out on the side for a while.

The lights lowered down so they weren’t casted fully on his face. He was thankful that his vocalist asked them to turn it down because he’d get sweaty enough as is. With a nod to his bandmates, they were ready to play their song.

One beat, two beats, three beats, four.  The stage exploded with sound, diving right into it. Semi’s hands flew over his guitar, strumming it like he was born to do it. Flashing a smile to the crowd as they all immediately go wild over the music they were playing.

Goosebumps threatened to litter your arms, so you clapped your hands over it trying to push them back down. You might’ve hated the guy, but hell, he was talented.

The moment he struck his guitar had you hooked. It was no secret that he was the band’s main talent. His guitar skills rivaled yours, which only made you hate him more. 

“You’re tapping your foot.” Saeko pointed out, smirking at you. 

“No I’m not, shut the fuck up.” You snap back, stilling your foot while heat rises to your face. Each band was able to play 4 songs. Your band did it so each instrument had a song they could flourish in, showing off their true skills. It’s how you’ve been able to win the past 2 years. But it looks like Semi’s band caught on, as they were all playing the best you’ve ever seen them play.

The worst part is how good he looked on stage. He had an aura about him tonight and it was drawing everyone in. Once he opened his mouth to sing, it was over. His deep voice overpowering the room, all the attention was on him. He looked like he was in his element, like this was exactly where he was meant to be.

By the end of their set, he was dripping in his own sweat. He waltzed off the stage, coming face to face with you. The smile he had on his face was almost infectious, but you held it together. The rush of coming off of a set beat any other high in the world. His face was still flushed, a droplet of sweat glided down his face and all you wanted to do was lick it off. The pre-performance nerves and his newfound confidence had your mind reeling.

Luckily, he was feeling the exact same way. His eyes were wild as they latched onto yours, a silent agreement made the moment they met. Semi somehow always seemed to find you after his sets. Usually, he’d taunt you to no end but today felt different. His hands still felt on fire from how intensely he was playing his guitar. He played his best performance to date and he couldn’t help but want to be around you. To brag, yes, but also he wanted to see your reaction — maybe get your approval.

His eyes flickered down to the revealing outfit you had decided to wear for your set today. A short dress with ripped thigh high tights. How cliche. The mood switched and he was instantly pissed off, tensing his jaw as his eyes flit back up to yours. You looked too good to be dressed like that for the crowd, it only made him more frustrated.

A small nod from you and the two of you didn’t need to say anything else as you guys made your way further backstage to one of the closets that was tucked away. You both slipped inside, Semi quickly closing the door behind you.

Semi wasted no time, roughly pushing you against the wall, caging you in between his long arms. He didn’t want to hear something snarky come out of your mouth so he placed his lips over yours, swallowing the taunting words that were itching to fire past your wicked mouth.

The after-performance glow was radiating off him, pouring over you while your pre-show nerves were still setting in. Your teeth clashed against his, knocking together in something that was too messy to keep up with. Neither of you could contain yourselves, Semi was already unbuttoning his jeans while you're pushing your panties to the side, slipping a finger in to prep yourself. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in him. 

“You just crave attention don't you, the way you wear the skimpiest outfits on stage. You think the only way for you to win would be with a little fan service, huh?” He tsked, smirking and pushing aside your hands to take off your panties in a fluid motion. “Shame you don’t have more faith in your actual music.”

“Like your vocalist doesn’t. How many times do I have to see Suna shirtless for you guys to finally win? Maybe you’ll get it next year.” You fired back, clawing at his shirt so you could rip it off of him. Semi had taken his shirt off at a few shows so you knew how delicious his abs looked. You ran your fingers down them, relishing in the way he sucked in a breath. Your finger lightly traced over the tattoos he had scattered around his body.

“Looks like it’s working on you, isn’t it? Besides, I think we have a decent shot at winning tonight. I mean, even you’re so impressed that you want me to fuck you.” He grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you in for a searing kiss. It pained you how true it was. He was on fire up there today and there was a good chance he could win. But your band had yet to play and you weren’t done. Your lips moved against his ferociously, saying everything you didn’t actually have the words for. How much you hate him, how much he frustrates you, how good he feels pressed up against you. Each second your lips were against his was a second too long but you hardly cared.

“I still hate you, you know.” You rasped into his mouth, trying to get a word in as he continued to attack your swollen lips. Fed up with you interrupting his make out session, he kisses down your throat to the junction between your neck and shoulder blade, sinking his teeth in before swirling his tongue around to soothe the sting. You let out a low hiss, holding his head in place as he sucked against it.

“Glad the feelings mutual.” He said gruffly into your skin. He needed to be inside of you, he was done with your antics for the night. The room spins as Semi turns you quickly, roughly pinning you against the wall. Your face collided with the cold concrete. It was grounding you on some level, the fog started to clear from your head. Until he pressed himself into your backside, rocking his hips against you, craving some sort of friction. 

“Go on then. Stop wasting my time, I have to perform soon.” You wiggled your ass on his hard cock, trying to get him to pick up the pace. It was almost cute how much you wanted him, but Semi knew he needed you to say it. To admit to wanting him, the one you drove insane, the one you had teased long enough, your dear rival.

A low laugh filled the tiny space as you felt him tap his cock against you, taunting you and making a show over his power. Slipping his hard length between your thighs, he started to move his hips. You couldn’t hold the small whine from leaving your throat. The side of your closed fist meets the wall, frustration bubbling inside of you. “Seriously?”

“It's cute you think you’re in control here. Ask nicely and maybe I’ll consider fucking your slutty little cunt.” He slid his cock up further between your legs, brushing his tip against your clit before he continued his ministrations. The action had you clenching around nothing, desperately trying to seek for more friction from him. Your slick covered his cock, making it glide so much easier between the apex of your thighs. 

“Semi please.” You moaned out, biting your fist to try and quiet yourself. He ripped your hand out of your mouth and pinned it against your back, securing it in place. The small stretch in your shoulder was welcome as Semi manhandled you, adjusting you so you were right where he wanted. He leaned closer, his voice fanning the side of your face.

“Couldn't catch that, what did you say?” He sneered, running his other hand up your side to latch onto your breasts, teasing each nipple. His cock continued to slide between your thighs, winding you up more and more.

“Semi please fuck me, need to feel you, please!” You cried out, not caring about how loud you were being. The next band was probably on stage anyway, drowning out any noises the two of you were making. 

“That's funny, I don't think that’s my name.”

“Eita.” You whined softly. It was more than enough for him as he shoved his cock in your wet cunt. Filling you up deliciously, he eased himself in quickly, reluctantly feeling just as impatient as you. The stretch had you seeing stars. He didn’t bother waiting too long for you to adjust before he was slamming into you with all his might, fueled by his post-show adrenaline. With your one hand pinned against your back and the other being used to hold yourself up against the wall, all you could do was bite your lip to try and hold back your moans. 

There wasn’t much of a point to it though, even though the music was playing off in the distance, anyone walking by the closet would know exactly what was going on. Between the squelching from your cunt and you and Semi’s shared moans, it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on. Semi was entranced with the way your tight cunt sucked him in. His eyes couldn’t look away, It almost scared him how good this felt. He needed to remedy that, so he’d do it in the only way he knew how to with you. 

“So tight around me. Don’t you feel pathetic? Thought you hated me and yet you’re letting me use you like some slut.” He teased in your ears. Tears burned in your eyes from his truthful words as well as how fucking good he felt. You didn’t care how pathetic it seemed, it was worth it in the end. 

“Shut up Eita.” You fired back, meeting your hips to match his thrusts. His hips stuttered against yours before he picked the pace back up, invigorated. His other hand reached around you, playing with your neglected nub. “C-could say the same thing about you.”

There wasn’t any point in covering your moans so you let it out. 

“You make the sluttiest sounds. Everyone will know exactly what we’re doing.” he laughed, letting go of your arm to smack your ass, enjoying the view of how much it bounced with each thrust he gave you. semi knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he needed you to finish first. “I can feel you clenching around me so tightly. Maybe someone wants to get caught. Wouldn’t that be something? Imagine the headlines. You’d really go viral then, huh?”

“Bet you want us to get caught so you can get some clout for once.” You moaned, malice lacing your voice.

“Shut up.” He demanded, wrapping a hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but he held it there, a looming, empty threat. “Just take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?”

Words escaped you as he thrusted into you harder, each thrust fueled by the hate he held for you. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. His mind reeled as your tight walls wrapped around his cock, trying to pull him even deeper.

“You gonna cum f’ me?” He asked. “Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You keen, the coil inside of you threatening to snap. With semi’s sinful words and his talented fingers working away at your nub, you let it all go. Practically crying his name out, you cum all over his cock. He didn’t bother stopping, fucking you through your orgasm leading you right to overstimulation.

“Good girl.” He groaned, relishing in the feeling of your fluttering walls. How could something so evil feel so good? You were the perfect little sin and he knew that you were going to be the death of him. It would be a hell of a way to go. “Gonna cum in you, princess. Gonna make you my little cumdump.” Both of his hands were secured on your hips, fucking into you like his life depended on it. His hips thrusted up into you, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweetest spot.

“No, don’t you fucking dare.” You moaned out.

“Why not? You let me last time.” he smirked. He liked to remind you that no matter what you said or how you acted, you’d always come crawling back to him. The little situation between the two of you had been going on for quite some time. Besides, he knew you liked it when he came inside of you, filling you with all of his seed. The way you clenched around his cock only solidified that.

“Because this time I have to go on stage.” You clutched onto the wall, meeting his thrusts yet again, almost encouraging him to cum inside of you. The thought of you performing at battle of the bands with him cum fucked deep inside of you made him groan, hips stuttering as he was getting painfully close. 

“Please.” he whispered out, even though he knew you wanted him too, he needed to hear you say it.

“Eita please cum in me.” You cried out, dangerously past the line of overstimulation and well on your way to another orgasm. He groaned as he watched your hand reach between your legs, getting yourself off to how Semi used your cunt to his pleasure. 

“F-fuck.” He groaned out your name, pushing all the way into you as he came hard, gripping onto your hips so tightly you knew they’d leave a lasting reminder of this. You release as he’s still slowly thrusting into you, milking him for all he’s worth. You look backed at him while riding out your orgasm and see his head tossed back, totally fucked out. His jaw was slack as he gazed down at you with half-lidded eyes. Absolutely wiped from performing earlier and pumping all his cum into you.

You couldn’t choke back the whine that escaped you as he pulled out. His fingers quickly found your entrance, pushing all of his cum back into you. Your knees buckled from the overstimulation, but he easily caught you, slipping his fingers back out.

“Easy there. Might want to steady yourself because I think you’re up next.” He teased as you turned around to face him. He reached up to your eyes, smudging out some of the makeup that had started to run down your face. Even though he hated you, he didn’t want you to go up on stage looking totally fucked out. Besides, he planned on meeting up with you after the set anyway.

“You’re such an ass.” You huffed, pulling your panties up to keep the cum from dripping down your leg. You adjust the thigh highs that were barely hanging on — somewhat pooled around your ankles. He laughed at you struggling, enjoying the fact that you were about to get on stage with his cum buried deep inside of you. “Shut up. I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” He nodded, throwing his shirt back on. and ruffling up his hair.

“That was the last time.” you muttered, getting ready to leave the closet as you heard the band finishing up their set. You were up next and all your nerves came rushing back.

“Whatever you say princess.” 

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[sleepingpillscosmos]

OUR SEMISEMI ; eita semi

pairing: eita semi x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive (?) at some point

wc: 1.2k

requested: no

a/n: hello! this is the first time I write for haikyu, I hope I did a great job. feedbacks are always welcome, and requests are open!

if it's written like this it's a flashback, except for the last line of the fic.

Semi made his way in the boys' locker room to get ready for the evening practice. Most of his teammates were already there, some of them were already changed but waited for the others near the door, after all the coach wasn't there because he was on holiday so there would be only you, their manager, to help, so they could take today's practice easier.

"Hello" semi greeted, walking up to his locker to put his things away. He started to change his pants, putting on some volleyball shorts instead, then he took off his shirt to put on the t-shirt he wore to train. And just as he was about to slide his t-shirt on, Tendō, his fellow teammate, made his way over him.

"Semisemi" Tendō sang, taunting his friend, who just groaned and repeated, for the millionth time, to not call him that.

"I see someone had fun today..." Semi looked at Tendō in confusion, not understanding what he was trying to say. Tendō's words caught the attention of the other people in the looker room, who looked at the two.

Reon was the first to understand what Tendō was talking about and refrained from laughing. Semi glanced at Reon, asking with his eyes for at least a hint on the whole situation. His friend didn't say anything but pointed over his chest. Semi followed his gaze and finally realised. Part of his collarbone and chest was covered in hickeys. The boy felt the blush creeping on his cheeks and slid on his t-shirt to cover up what you did to him earlier.

Semi entered his dorm after taking a shower. His hair was still a little wet, and he was wearing only his sweatpants. He immediately went to his desk and opened his computer to at least try to finish the essay he had due tomorrow. He was so focused that he almost jumped when someone knocked at his door. He got up to open the door, only to find you.

"Hi love." you said in a sweet tone.

"Hi, something's wrong?" he asked, worried that something had happened. He was happy to see you, truly, but you didn't agree to see each other today. Both of you had work to do, you had some homework and he had his essay.

"No, nothing's wrong. I finished my homework and I just wanted to see you. I know you need to work on your essay, but can I stay anyway?" you smiled at Eita, he was always concerned about you, and you really appreciated that. He nodded, moving from the door to let you in his dorm. You visited his dorm quite a few times, you two preferred to pass your time together in a quiet place, where you could stay cuddled all day in bed. He returned to his desk while you made your way to his bed, making yourself comfortable.

After thirty minutes of staying on your phone you were bored, you looked over at Semi and saw that he was still working on his essay. You wanted to feel him, so an idea popped in your head. You quietly got up from his bed and walked up to him. He glanced at you in confusion, turning with his chair. You didn't say anything and sat on his lap, putting your arms around him so that you didn't disturb him. Semi smiled returning to his work, with you on his lap, leaving kisses on his neck, collarbone and naked chest.

He didn't notice that you leaved all this marks on him, and he didn't really care. The problem was that now he had to explain this to his teammates. They didn't know about your relationship, not because you didn't want to tell them, but you both liked the fact that it was something private, so you didn't tell anybody.

"None of your business." Semi simply replied, putting his things away and locking his locker.

"None of my business? I have to know who made all of this to our Semisemi" Tendō responded dropping his arm on his friend's shoulders, trying to tease him. Semi was about to answer back, but the team captain called everyone to start their training.

You were already in the gym when all the boys made their way into it to start their practice, you already filled their bottles and took the balls. After their usual laps and warm up, they started to train the aim of their serves.

Tendō approached you and you handled him his water. While he was drinking you scratched your collarbone, revealing your bruised skin under you t-shirt

"What's there?" Tendō smirked at you.

"What?" you asked, you didn't realise you just showed a hickey from about two days ago. But when Tendō pointed just below your neck, you understood and immediately blushed.

"I missed you" Semi whispered in between kisses. You two were in his dorm on his bed, his back leaning against the wall and you were sat on his lap, with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"We saw each other this morning at practice" you smirked.

"Yes, but it's all week that I see you only at practice or in the halls" he kept kissing you.

"Well, then we should make up for the lost time" you said grinning, feeling Semi mirroring your expression on your lips. You kept kissing, the kiss deepening as the seconds passed, only parting to let each of you take off your shirts. His kisses moved down your jaw and neck, only to get back to you lips. You were about to get free of your last pieces of clothing when Semi's phone rang.

"Sorry" he mumbled, receiving an reassuring smile from you.

"What do you want Tendō?" Semi answered the call moving his free hand up and down your thigh and you scoffed, obviously it was him. You couldn't hear what he was saying, so you waited for the call to end to ask your boyfriend.

"So?"

"He wants to know if we want to go to the convenience store with him, he said that he already asked the others and they all said no" he explained, you both agreed to go with him, even if he was annoying and interrupted you, he was still your friend.

You put your shirts back, share another kiss and leave Semi's dorm.

"Nothing" you quickly responded.

"Mhmh, how curious, Semi too was full of hickeys" you eyes widened and you felt your cheeks burning.

Suddenly, realisation hit Tendō.

"OUR SEMISEMI... WITH OUR Y/N?!" the redhead screamed at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention. All the team was shocked, and Semi covered his face with his hands from embarrassment.

Why did Tendō have to be so loud?

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[fabraies]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE PERFECT PAIR

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟmusic store worker! fem! reader x semi eita, just fluff fluff fluff, i came up with this on a whim after getting asked out by my crush so this is why it’s so sweet without a single hint of angst. I am in love your honor

Ding!

The sound makes you whip your head in the direction of the shop entrance at the speed of light; after all, it’s not everyday someone actually steps into your shop.

The soon-to-be-client (you hope, at least), catches your eye after having stood in front of the vinyl section of the store, analysing the albums for around five minutes. You walk over, and as you do so, the handsome stranger is quick to let you know what he weaved you over for: “hey, I was just wondering if this one is still for sale?” He points to a colourful orange album, “there isn’t a price tag on it, so…”

You don’t let him think this for long and take this as an opportunity to showcase your business major skills. 

“No, no, it is for sale. It’s new, and one of the only items we had to restock, so.. pretty popular.” 

Turns out your so called business major skills are actually sort of lacking, especially in front of your intimidatingly handsome client. Your hands fumble with each other, unsure of what to do, before he clears his throat. 

“Great. That’s good to know, but um.. The price ?” 

You could die of embarrassment. You try to answer as straightfowardly as possile, as to avoid making this conversation any more awkward, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and you ramble again. 

“The price! Right, oh my god, I totally forgot I’m so sorry, uh, it doesn’t have a tag on, so I’ll just, um,” You scurry over to the back and manage a little ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ before you disappear behind the orange curtains. 

You come back a few moments later, to find the mysterious young man squatting down, checking out the vinyls. 

“We have some more upstairs if you’re interested.” 

At the sound of your voice, he noticeably jumps, hitting the top of his head on the upper shelf in the process. The scene makes you giggle, although you will admit it is hard to get up from that corner without missing the wood piece; you had experienced it many time already yourself. 

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just,” He hisses, and holds his throbbing head in his hand. “The guitar ?” He asks again. 

“659$.” 

You congratulate yourself on the curt, straightforward answer, until the expression slowly taking over your client’s face makes you cut your inner festivities short. 

“I’m sorry. It’s an intermediate guitar, so, these usually end up between 500 and 900$. It’s already a pretty nice deal you have here because this is one is on the lower side of said range, but if you really can’t, the beginner guitars are way less-” 

“I’m not a beginner,” Your interlocutor smiles at your genuine attempt to console him. “but thanks. I’ll be back.” 

Just like that, the door hits the entrance bells again, this time to signal that the student left.

You feel stupid for feeling disappointed. Nothing would come out of this encounter, but once again, your delusional tendencies got the best of you. Besides, his looks were a dead giveaway that he was probably swarmed by girls everytime he entered campus. What were the chances for him to choose you out of all the girls that would throw themselves at his feet? 

Only a while later, on your way to close down the store do you notice the little piece of paper that stuck out between the vinyls, just where the gray haired man had been squatting earlier today. Your grab it out of curiosity, only to find a bunch of numbers written down hastily.

Realization hits you; it’s a phone number. You try your best to decipher the numbers when the store’s landline phone starts ringing. 

You jog over to the phone a to not make the person on the other side of the line wait. 

“Hello ?” 

A voice you thought you would never hear again answers, and you wonder what you did for the universe to be so kind to you. 

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to make sure you found my number on the vinyls shelf? And that you could read it. Cause you’re cute and, Valentine’s is coming up..”

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[kitasgloves]

"Medicine"

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— ♬ "And how can I refuse? Yeah, you rid me of the blues"

— ♬ Semi x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, friends to lovers, musician! Semi, sickfic, no beta

In a cloudy-eyed world, Semi Eita searches for clarity. He's searching for something to bring fresh oxygen back to his lungs, something to make him feel alive, just something that will get rid of this sickness he has of heartbreak. Romance wasn't always a winning game for Semi having experienced heartbreak for most of his life. He has felt it in various ways but it often ended up with him feeling tethered and torn or permanently stuck in an endless cycle of having a sick day. He couldn't get up and remain in bed with the desire to rot. With no energy, no motivation, or inspiration. Semi wouldn't feel his limbs as he exposed himself to self-sabotage.

And then you ripped the air out of his lungs while giving it back. It scared Semi in the beginning because the truth was he always fell quickly and hard. He's afraid that you won't catch him or you'll leave him hanging, possibly also scarred and in a worse state than before. However, you proved him wrong. God, he always wanted you to prove him wrong. That you wouldn't do any of that to him. To see you in a crowd whenever he sang with his band, to feel your eyes focus on him whenever he played his guitar, to smell your perfume when you sat next to him after the show, to hear your laugh every time he said something funny, and to taste what it feels like to be alive. Semi craved it all.

Your first encounter with him was at your friend's birthday party, he was invited with his band to perform and you just happened to be brave enough to strike up a conversation after the party. You told him nice things, innocent compliments about his talent in music and his taste in fashion that he secretly takes seriously. You came across as sincere that it was hard for Semi to turn you down when you asked for his number.

"I'll see ya around, Semi"

"...You too, [Name]"

The two of you exchanged text messages and occasionally had phone calls until the dead of night. It was so easy for him to connect with you, he's convinced that his soul fits well with yours. But you felt so close yet so far. Semi knows it's inevitable not to fall for you, not when you look at him with those glimmering eyes. It was hard not to look back at you as if you held the keys to the universe's secrets. However, Semi was too caught up in his last heartbreak to shoot his shot, he didn't want to rush into things knowing he was not prepared yet. And in tandem with this, he needed to leave.

"Why are you leaving?"

You pouted at him on your front porch drinking cola during the summer heat. Semi explained that he and his band wanted to sign a record label overseas in hopes it would boost their career as a band. You hummed in understatement, Semi was forever grateful for how understanding you were.

"I might...I might never come back"

"Oh. You want to live there?"

"I wanted to give it a try"

There was silence as Semi wondered if he was doing the right thing. You sip on your drink and watch the children play across the street. Semi finds it hard to say bye, even in the state of him and you. If you ever ask him to not go, how can he refuse? You rid him of the blues, ever since you came into his life.

"When are you leaving?"

"A week from now"

"Well in the case..."

You finished your cola with one gulp and grinned at him. Semi could never know what's going on in that pretty head of yours, but he knows he'll do anything you ask.

"Let's make the most of this week, right Eita?"

It sounded like a promise and Semi was willing to hang on to it. His week became eventful with you dragging him wherever you went. From hiking to stargazing, from road trips to sleepovers, from concerts to picnics, you never gave him a rest and he enjoyed it. All because he got to spend his remaining days with you before he leaves. Tonight, the two of you went bowling and now Semi is teaching you how to play guitar in his room.

"Now, just move your finger up a bit...there! You got it!"

"Just watch, Eita. I'll be better than you! 'm coming for your career!"

You joked and playfully strummed his guitar. Semi couldn't help it when he reached forward to fix your hair out of your eyes. You went still, gazing at him as if awestruck and he could already feel his face heating up. He clears his throat.

"Let's clean up and get to bed, I'm feeling kinda tired"

Both of you brushed your teeth and changed into your sleeping clothes. Semi took the futon while you occupied his bed, something you two argued days ago for almost an hour before ultimately deciding through rock-paper-scissors. As he closed his eyes that evening, he smiled, believing that this was the happiest moment in his life.

That morning, Semi wakes up feeling groggy and his body heavy. He groans when his head begins to spin, and he feels nauseous too. He sees your face and looks down at him with concern about your features.

"Are you okay, Eita?"

"I feel...hot"

"Damn, I think you got a fever"

You say when you brought your hand against his forehead, he huffs. You walk away to fetch a damp towel to place against his forehead. You help him get comfortable as you drape a blanket over his warm figure.

"Rest up. I'm gonna make you some soup and get you some medicine"

"Thanks"

You smile at him and patted his shoulder. Semi can feel his heart swell at how caring you were. He felt a bit bummed out because it was his last day with you before he leaves tomorrow, he wanted to spend today outside doing god knows what, not having you take care of him. He hopes he gets well before his flight tomorrow. But as you return with homemade soup and medicine for his fever, Semi thinks he'll have a speedy recovery.

Hours later Semi can feel his head spinning and growing hazy. Damn, this was one hell of a fever. But you made sure you were within his reach when he needed anything. God, his heart never felt so full, he couldn't name anyone else who was willing to take care of him when he got sick. As you go over to check on him again and bring him lunch, Semi loses his self-control.

"I...I wanna marry you"

You freeze when you unpack his food, your head whips towards Semi when he blurts those words out. He looks at you, softly. You gulped as you waited for a punchline or some excuse, when the silence was prolonged, you began to panic.

"What did you say, Eita?"

"Said I...I adore you"

That was not what he said but he made you feel the same thing. Your heart skipped beats, crossing your fingers hoping he'd take it back. Or not. But Semi doesn't crack a smile and keeps looking at you like he's never gonna let you go. Semi knows it's too late, he could explain that it was his fever talking. Yet after seeing your reaction, he refrains from elaborating further. Semi finds it sad that's all he has to say and bye-bye, once he leaves the country. You opiate his hazy mind that he becomes impulsive.

"Eita?"

"...Yeah?"

"You know, I like you, right?"

"Of course"

"I like you more than that"

"Oh"

"More than friends"

"Oh"

You looked precious all flustered and timid that he wanted to hold you forever. This could all be a fever dream, but Semi was proven otherwise when you inch closer to him to intertwine your fingers with him. His heart jumps, unable to believe his eyes. He sharply inhales.

"[Name]..."

"I want to be yours, Eita"

"But I'm leaving-"

"I don't care. I love you and I want to make this work"

If he wasn't sick right now, Semi would've picked you up in his arms and spun you around. But what you said made him regain some strength to lean forward and kiss your cheek. You let out an adorable giggle that makes his internal organs feel like mush.

"Sit, I probably shouldn't have kissed you. You might catch a fever too"

"It's fine, I don't mind. Just rest up so you'll be well before you leave tomorrow"

"You're serious about what you said?"

"Of course, ya dingus!"

"Man, I think I feel better already"

"So, my confession got rid of your fever?"

"No, it's you, my darling. Because you're my medicine"

Your face goes red and he chuckles. Call him crazy but he thinks he doesn't want to leave tomorrow, maybe he should just call off everything so he could stay here with you. Semi didn't want to be apart from you, his medicine.

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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

[tender-rosiey]

Can i req semi, oikawa and daichi receiving a bouquet of flowers as an apology from their s/o after a fight

“LILY OF THE VALLEY”

— oikawa, daichi and semi getting you apology flowers

ᴀ/ɴ: I want a bouquet of flowers :(

OIKAWA TOORU:

“I just want you to see things from my perspective; is that too hard?!” you scream out for like millionth time today, and your throat already feels very hoarse.

oikawa wasn’t backing down either, “I am a professional player, y/n; if I slack for one moment then I would be switched out the next!”

you take a deep breath, maybe this was being blown way too out of proportion, “tooru, you are their starting setter.”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T GET SWITCHED!” he counters.

you slam the table, fed up, “IT ALSO DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND YOU!”

your chests are both heaving. the room is suffocating, and you can’t stand being in it for even another moment.

you stride to your coat and oikawa is alarmed, “y-y/n, wh-what are you…?” his eyes follow your every movement and he desperately reaches for your wrist but you pull away.

“I am going out.”

that’s the last thing you say before you slam the front door, and oikawa’s knees buckle to the ground as he lets out a sob, what if this was the end? what if you are not coming back?

he shakily stands up, looking around him. the apartment feels so empty, quiet and his heart aches.

the silence is killing him.

his eyes land on the table where the both of you would usually dine, the room would be full of laughter and teasing, to him that was the highlight of his day, being able to see you smile and laugh and now he has driven you away.

but still, maybe you will come back? with that possibility in mind, he decides to do better.

an hour has passed and you finally open the door; you went on a much needed walk to clear your mind. perhaps you can talk things out in a calmer manner now.

you don’t expect the sight you are met with: a fancy looking dinner, dimly lit room with candles, your favorite dessert, and your husband clutching a bouquet of flowers and looking very tense as he examines it.

however, he smiles, a genuine one when he sees your figure, “welcome home, I…” he looks at the ground before offering the bouquet in his hand, “I am so sorry for everything I said.”

you take the bouquet, gently stroking the petals and the light fidgeting of oikawa’s fingers doesn’t go unnoticed. you put the bouquet to the side and he panics, “do you not like it?”

you don’t reply, instead you separate his hands and hold them in your own, “tooru, when I speak about things like this, it’s because I care about you. sometimes, we do things assuming that they will help us develop,” you take a breath, “but they end up doing the opposite and you have seen me go down that road and its dead end, didn’t you?”

he nods weakly, and tears start falling from his eyes when your hand touches his cheek, stroking it as you continue talking, “self-destruction is horrible, tooru; it isn’t something I want you to go through because I love you.”

“I love you more,” he chokes out, “ and I am sorry,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I really am, and I swear to you that I will do better.”

“they better not be just words,” you sigh and he looks at you.

“you know that I don’t break my promises.”

you smile helplessly, “yeah, I prepared some milkbread,” you have never seen someone’s eyes light up as quickly.

SEMI EITA:

“y/n, for the last time, I am just asking you to be a little responsible and think a bit before you act, is that too much?”

you cross your arms, “you make it sound like I am a reckless troublemaker, eita,” huffing, you turn around, “well not everyone can play the same tune as yourself.”

he stands up abruptly from his seat, “I can’t be the only one who makes compromises!”

“are you disregarding everything I have done for you?!” you shout, shocked and annoyed.

he scowls, “don’t go pinning this on me.”

“well don’t overlook my efforts!” you retort.

“I CAN’T OVERLOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST!”

realization dawns on him as he sees the tears prickling in your eyes; he looks down, biting his lip before excusing himself, with that, he leaves out of the front door.

you cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to hold back your cries. you are tired, so tired and despite the storm of emotions going inside of you right now, you want to sleep.

even if it has been proven impossible without your husband by your side.

you close your eyes once you get to bed, the only thing on your mind is if your husband will come back to you or will this loneliness be your companion in his stead.

the moment your eyes flutter open again is when you hear the creaking of the door. you rise from the bed, softly calling his name, “…eita?”

your vision finally focuses and you see your husband holding a bouquet of flowers, a look of guilt painted on his features.

he walks to you, half-kneeling on the ground as he presents the bouquet with his face to the ground, “I am sorry…so sorry.”

you take the bouquet from his hand, setting it aside and instead lifting his chin, “no need to be so stiff,” you make him stand up and straighten his back, “I am your spouse.”

“plus!” you continue as his gaze is fixated on you once again, “I made my own short comings as well so I should also be saying sorry.”

his hand is raised by your own as you place a soft kiss on the back of it, “I am sorry, eita.”

the man in front of you turns a bright shade of red, seemingly unable to form a response so quickly he gives you his back, “yeah yeah.”

“did I make you mad?” you ask cautiously but he knows that you are going to tease him and you do, “semi semi! are you mad?”

he sighs with a smile as you keep repeating the nickname. after all the years you have spent together, it would be shameful of him not to know you and your antics.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

the fight has been going on for a while and the both of you were visibly tired, so your husband sighs, “let’s just go to bed.”

“but—“

“it’s better if we talk it out tomorrow; we are clearly not reaching a solution at the moment,” he retreats to the bedroom but halts at the door, “are you coming or…?”

you huff, turning your face away from him and he quietly enters the room. he closes his eyes in relief when he feels the bed dip, at least you are still beside him.

the next morning you wake up, your husband is not beside you.

the bed was empty per usual.

you didn’t have the luxury to relish the morning with your strong officer of a husband. it was one of the things that sparked the fight of yesterday, hence why you think that your concerns will be dismissed as his schedule isn’t something he can exactly control.

you hope that he would at least try, try to spend time with you. you are thankful for how understanding he is and how he tries to reason but if the problem didn’t arise then he wouldn’t have had to put with anything of that sort.

you, dejectedly, open the door to your living room and see a card with a breakfast waiting to be heated on the table.

curiously, you take it in your hand and start reading.

sorry for yesterday, gorgeous. I made you breakfast today, hopefully what sugawara taught me will come in handy. I know you are probably still mad about yesterday, don’t worry; we will talk about it again today.

i love you so much, don’t forget it

sincerely, your husband, daichi

despite your heavy heart, a small smile appears, and you hope that when he comes back, a proper discussion with actually effective results will happen.

for some reason, today, he returns earlier than usual but doesn’t open the door, instead opting to ring the doorbell.

you take off your gloves and get out of the kitchen, heading to the door. you slowly open it and you are met with your husband whose cheeks are painted a soft red hue with a sheepish smile gracing his lips.

“hey,” he greets before taking off his hat and bowing to you, “officer daichi, reporting for duty.”

a bouquet is revealed from his back as he hands it to you, “I heard you had a flower delivery; I hope you like…it?”

you gaze at the bouquet in your hand in silence which makes your husband slowly start fidgeting with his fingers, “honey…?”

“thank you…” you mumble and he combs his hair back, laughing lightly.

“it’s nothing really; it’s the least I can do,” he pauses for a moment, “can I go in?”

“oh my god right!” you step aside and he laughs again as he enters and takes his shoes off.

a smile is still on his face as he moves towards you and his hands rest on your hips, “I am home.”

you hum, wrapping you arms around his neck, “we still need to talk that over though,” and he simply nods, happy to be in your arms once again.

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[bokutosmochi]

nsfw!semi headcannons

what's it? smut allergen warning/s? [all light] choking, daddy kink, gangbang, voyeurism, fingering, spitting, body worship sugar level? 0.6k regulars? @hanayanetwork​

bon appetit!

♧ likes sending his partner hand pictures instead of nudes. sometimes he'll crop a photo of him on stage, fingers expertly plucking the strings of his electric guitar, veins sticking out of his fair hands, making for a great view.

♧ i'll keep this one short because it's hot enough on its only and i'll let your imagination run wild. semi. rings on his fingers. on his partner's neck. choking them.

♧ has a daddy kink. you cannot change my mind on this. he loves being dominant and having his partner on their knees, worshipping him and his pretty cock.

♧ has probably already done so or has probably dreamed of sharing his partner with his bandmates. or at least having them watch the two of them and admire how they fall apart so prettily on his cock. or maybe even his old teammates from his alma mater during their reunion tendo would surely be into it.

♧ if he doesn't have a partner, he goes to stripclubs like,, a lot. two times a week when he's free. he loves getting gigs at those because there are times where the owner of the bar offers him a lapdance or a striptease from one of their best dancers as an additional payment of sorts. semi eita says sex work is real work!!

♧ now just like any person, he's not the most fond of hammering in nails so he could hang things, but if he has to install a mirror by the ceiling above the bed?? he's doing it asap. he thinks he's so hot being able to watch him and his partner make love.

♧ has tried to finger his partner with his rings on until they stopped him to lecture let him know how dirty and unsanitary that was, especially because he wears those rings whenever he's playing his guitar on stage, his sweaty fingers plucking the strings with unbelievable accuracy and speed.

♧ wants to fuck his partner on stage. i mean fucking them in front of the crowd and showing everyone he's taken is nice, but waiting until the crowd is gone is nice too ig 🙄🙄

♧ sometimes finds himself unable to get a hold of himself. when it feels too good, he just lets his hips do all the talking and completely lets go.

♧ loves spitting on his partner. spitting into his partner's mouth, specifically. sometimes lets strangers at the bar talk to them, only for him to interrupt the conversation to pull at their hair and spit into their mouth. he gives the strangers a sense of hope, only to take it away.

♧ one time, as punishment for his partner being so impatient for his cock, he made them ride him while he was tuning his guitar. no guiding hands, no bruises on their waist in the shape of his fingertips. he let them do it on their own.

♧ "c'mon, baby. since you're so desperate for my cock, why don't you ride it? 'm busy,"

♧ his partner was approaching their climax so they found it hard to be stable. their hands supporting their weight was buckling and they were starting to slow down. semi being the cocky bastard that he is decided to throw his guitar down, grab them by the hips and show off his power by turning the two of them around and pistoning his cock in and out of them.

♧ loves being the dom. he loves the power it gives him, how as long as his partner continues to consent, they're his for the taking and he can do whatever he wants to them.

♧ makes his partner beg for his cock every. single. time. they just look so cute, on their knees in front of him, where they belong. he loves it when they're desperate for his cock, crying for it and rubbing their cheek on the tent forming on his black skinny jeans.

i get: reblog

you get: mochis

do we have a deal?

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[portfolio-of-dreams]

your unfinished business. | Semi Eita x gn! reader

warnings: childhood friends → strangers → lovers

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: this is my submission for @woahsamu’s “it’s always been you” collab! this is also my first haikyuu! piece so a billion thank you’s to my beta readers and helpers. @shinigamiplayroom @kazububs @mrskenmakozume @arlertslove 🫶

Another warm summer had come and gone, as quickly as the days changed. A new school year with different kids and Semi had just moved into a new house with new neighbors. He wasn’t sure if he would fit in or how to even make friends. Maybe he could survive the first grade by himself, he thought. Until his parents took him next door to say hello to the neighbors with a fresh baked pie. Apple and cinnamon spice seeped through the golden, flaky crust, perfectly thumb-printed along the edges of the pie dish. A soft chime of the doorbell sounded into the otherwise calm atmosphere when two adults opened the door to say hello. And there you were. Small bare feet padding along the tiled floor as you flew a toy plane at arm's length, your lips vibrating in engine-like sounds. That was the first day he met you, and the two of you were inseparable from then on. 

The first day of school came faster than he wanted. The two of you sat in the breakfast nook of your kitchen. Cold glasses of milk left condensation rings on the round table. Crumbs from the toast you ate littered the floor around the white folding chairs. Ziploc bags of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were squashed under the room temperature water bottles in your school book bags. Time ticked on and you ran, hand in hand, to the street corner towards the transportation stop. The humid August weather was in full effect as you rode the bus to school- you and your best friend, Semi Eita. The most important person in your life.

“Hey, y/n?” - Semi looked at you with hopeful eyes- “Do you think we'll always be friends?”

“Of course, Sem-Sem! Even when we're old and have to do adult things, like taxes.” You grinned at him, showing off the empty spaces left behind by the two front teeth you had recently lost.

You scooted closer to him on the tattered bus bench seat and held out your right pinky finger. “I promise. You gotta hold my pinky with your pinky now. That means a forever promise.”

Semi looked down at your small fingers and then back at your smiling face. It held a glint of childhood seriousness and curiosity. Your eyes softly sparkled in the ray of sunshine that beamed through the half opened window. He gave you a small, sweet smile- just enough to curve the bow in his lips and took your pinky into his. You stayed there for a while, holding small fingers until the bus jolted to a stop, sending you both face first into the back of the seat in front of you. You giggled as you got off at the stop to your school. Walking in close enough proximity that you could smell the grape jelly still emanating through his warm breaths.

He sat with you on the old broken wooden bench outside by the playground at lunch time in grade school, stood up to the kids who teased you and made you feel less than you were and always split his cookie with you (except when he had oatmeal raisin because he knew you didn’t like them). You grew up together, you never imagined a moment without him or what your life would be like if you’d never met him. He was always there- next to you like your shadow when the sun hit the highest point in the sky. But Semi stood out more than you, like he was the color of the petals on a newly sprouted flower and you were just the ordinary green stem. He was smart, funny, cute and was always involved in something.

Through the years, he continued to be your only one. Grade school became fond memories into middle school, and middle school problems became the jokes of high school. Then, he joined the volleyball team. He got busier and busier as the months went by. Practices, games, traveling to matches. The two of you started to grow apart- he stopped coming by, stopped walking you home, eventually, stopped returning your phone calls and text messages. 

It hurt. To lose the person you thought you’d always have. You decided you needed a fresh start- you couldn’t just be seen as ‘Semi’s shadow’ anymore. You reinvented yourself through the time apart. Switching high schools, going by a different nickname, changing your wardrobe, and becoming more involved in school activities. You graduated top of your class: valedictorian, and class president. You started the club for sustainability, which ended up having a pretty large following. You were a part of school humanitarian efforts, and competed in scholastic events. The only person you thought about during your graduation speech was your childhood friend, and even thanked him, though you couldn't bare the pain of saying his name. You got scholarships and were accepted into a great college for Environmental Studies. As time went on, you started to forget about him- packed away all the photographs, notes that were passed in math class, and things that made you think of him. There was something about those childhood mornings that just captivated you. You didn’t know it then, but everything felt so right. The universe was telling you this was the way it was supposed to be- but what did you know, you were just a kid. That’s all they were now- just memories.

You made new friends and life went on. 

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“Come on, it’ll be so much fun! Just come to the concert with us!” Your best friend Kiyoko Shimizu spoke through the phone’s speaker. You could hear Koshi Sugawara’s voice in the background. It was an unlikely friendship but they turned into your found family during your second year at college.

“I don’t know Kiki, I’m pretty busy with club meetings and we both have finals to study for.” You sat up on your dorm bed, slinging your legs over the side as you held your cell to your ear with your shoulder.

“We both know the material. You act as if you won’t pass with the highest grade y/n. I won the tickets and even Ko wants you to join us!” You could tell she was starting to get annoyed with attempting to convince you.

She was right, however. You, her, and Ko all studied together on Thursday nights. It was a routine. You’d get take out, study (whether you needed to or not), and end up gossiping about the latest college drama. The football players cheating on their girlfriends, the chess club president finally touching a boob, or whatever story made its way through the halls. You always aced your tests because you were diligent with learning to understand the material and you had club meetings every Monday-Wednesday. Maybe you deserve a break, after all.

“Hello? You know I’d love it if you accompanied us, but don’t feel pressured to do so.” Koshi’s delicate voice sounded as if a whisper through the phone. 

“You know what, I should go. I deserve a break anyway. Who did you say - ?”

“YAY!” Kiyoko screeched in excitement before you could even finish your sentence. “Oh, I don’t remember and I don’t care. The tickets were free! So let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

You smiled as you said your goodbyes and ended the phone call. The concert was tomorrow night so you had time to do some studying, choose an interim leader for two of the club meetings you’ll be missing, and time to go shopping for a new outfit. What a perfect way to end the semester- a fun, memorable night with your two closest friends. What you didn’t know was how memorable it would be.

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The car ride to the concert venue was filled with laughter, yelling your favorite songs at the top of your lungs off key and almost spilling your soda from your fast food stop earlier, in your lap after a hard press to the brakes. The building was bigger than you thought for a local artist- maybe they were more known then Kiyoko thought. Suga parked the car and the three of you walked towards the doors.

Once inside, you followed the direction of the crowds. The usher at the ropes scanned your tickets, and handed you badges for your backstage visit after the show. He pointed you in the direction towards the main floor and told you the details of what would happen after the show and where to go to get backstage. You squeezed in between friend groups and couples to get to the far left of the floor. It’d been a while since you’d been to a concert where you had to stand in the pit but nonetheless, you were excited.

The loud speaker announced the opening act with a loud guitar strum, and the lights went up on stage. Neon hues bounced from the overheads around the space as they swiveled in their spots. The curtains opened to a small five piece band you’d never heard of. The rough bass lines and drums were contrasted against the lead singers soft vocals. You jumped around with your friends to the fun, upbeat music. After their 6th song, they took a bow saying thanks and told the crowd to scream as loud as they could for the main act. 

The curtains closed and there were muffled voices and crashes of sound as they adjusted the stage. A cymbal on the drum kit was softly tapped and a melody of strums against a guitar resonated through the microphone. The curtains slowly opened to a somewhat tall boy. He was lean and you could see his veins snaking up his arms as he strummed the chords and made rifts in the melody. His ash blonde hair had darker gray tips and was longer than you’d remembered.

“Semi…” Your words were barely said like they were a thought accompanied by the movement of your lips and little air.

Suddenly, it was like the rest of the world disappeared as you watched him. No crowds, no dancing feet, no walls, and no sounds. Maybe this was a dream, a vivid lucid dream where you thought about something too hard in the back of your mind and you made it happen without realizing it. Everything dispersed and then shimmered back together like a mirage and you were met with Koshi’s hand on your shoulder and a worried look. All you could do was shake your head and hold a thumbs up with an almost, believable grin. 

You looked back at the man on stage. The way his fingers glided along the frets and the slight white of his nail beds as he pressed the strings to form a specific chord. His hair fell around his face as he banged his head to the music in the background. He adjusted his earpiece which was a plum purple, you knew it was reminiscent of his high school volleyball days. The vein in his neck protruded delicately against his skin as his Adam's apple bobbed with each crescendo of his voice as he sang.

The lights dimmed in the concert theater, a different ambiance from the electric lights from before. Semi put his guitar in the stand and sat behind a long, glossy mahogany Yamaha concert piano. A single amber spotlight shone above him as his fingers danced along the ivory keys. The octave jumped in a moment as his thumb crossed under his third finger hitting the flat of the note. You were close enough to see his boot softly press against the pedal, and he started to sing, his voice became the only thing you heard as the harmonies melted into your ears. 

“I have known you my whole life,

When we were 10-

I said I’d make you my wife.

8 years later, we grew apart and older

Just as I took the world on my shoulders…”

He ended the song, softly gliding his hands down the scale of keys. He stood from the black lacquered bench and walked to center stage. He took the microphone off the stand, saying his ‘thanks’ for supporting him and joining him for this concert tonight. He took a bow at the waist and waved as the curtain closed in front of him. The lights went up in the venue and the crowd started to dissipate. You stayed where you stood, still in shock over those last two beautifully played notes. They floated so blissfully across the stage and echoed through the speakers strung high above the ground in the top corners of the ceiling.

Quiet tears fell over the high of your cheekbones and streamed down to your chest, crashing against the polished concrete ground of the small concert hall. Did he still think about you? That symphony of sounds was so familiar, like the one he used to play for you as kids. The song sounded like it was made for you, even though you were sure he didn’t know you were here, it felt like he sang it just for you.

Koshi noticed your tears and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close. No words needed to be said between the two of you. Kiyoko placed her hand on your back, rubbing it up and down comfortingly. 

“You okay?” Ko whispered in your ear.

“Yeah, it was just a pretty song. Reminded me of a past memory, no biggie!” You stepped out of his embrace and wiped your index fingers along your wet lash line, trying to not ruin your makeup.

You shook the small tears off of your fingers and gave a soft smile to your friends. You took a moment to fix your hair and recalled the directions the usher gave you to get to the door that led backstage. You moved through the hallways and corridors, showing your badge to each employee that stopped you. After a few minutes of weaving through the space, avoiding pieces of stage materials and instruments, the three of you found yourselves in front of a plain black door with a card labeled S. EITA, at eye-level. You took a deep inhale and then knocked. 

You waited patiently, feeling your heart beating so harshly in your chest as your mind raced between old memories of you and him. The good, the not so good, and the best. It was hard to imagine what he would be like now, after years of not seeing each other, not speaking to one another, almost like the two of you never existed together. Except you did and you saw it in photographs, in letters, in emoji rampant texts and you saw it in the gray eyes that captured yours as the door opened.

Silence.

Kiyoko stepped between the two of you, unknowing of your history, and started rambling about the show and the set up and the lights. Your mouth moved but no words came out, it just gaped open and gasped for air like a fish out of water. He looked over her shoulder at you once more, like he was met with a figment of his imagination. But you were real- and standing before him in the dim glow of his dressing room. He stepped to the side, allowing you in. The space was probably as big as your dorm room, a large mirror was surrounded by lightbulbs along the far wall and a black leather couch sat in the middle with a small rectangular coffee table. Off to the side you could see a mini fridge stocked with water, energy drinks and a half-eaten fruit tray. You imagined what it would be like to be on the road touring with him, jumping from state to state until your thought was interrupted by Semi’s low voice.

“Y/n.” There was a hesitation in his voice, like he had forgotten how to say your name. Forgotten how it rolled so beautifully off of his tongue.

“Hi, Semi. The world is funny like this, I guess.” You offered him a sympathetic smile.

“Wait. You two know each other?!” Kiyoko looked between the both of you.

You looked back at Semi and nodded. You sat down on the couch, and the others followed suit. You told your friends about your childhood, growing up with Semi and the fond memories you’d shared. You left out the small details, like the way he made you smile the first day you met, the first time you laughed so hard you snorted, and the way your heart felt so comforted being around him. You told them about your falling out and told him about the small achievements you’ve made since the last time you’d spoken. 

He didn’t take his eyes off of you from the moment you’d finally said hello to the last utterance of breath you took. “I’m sorry I left you behind…” His voice was calm but filled with sadness as he realized he’d missed so much of your life.

Minutes turned into hours and it was getting late. You picked up your bag from beside you and stood from your comfortable position on the couch. “We should get going, it’s getting late.” You looked between your two seemingly enthusiastic friends. 

“Y/n… C-can you stay for a while longer? There’s so many things I still want to say to you.” 

“Yes, they can. They would be delighted!” Koshi and Kiyoko smiled too large for comfort, like they had an unspoken plan between the two of them.

You sighed as they started to walk backward towards the door. “I can’t. I have to study.” You protested.

But then you felt it. A warmth that blanketed your whole body as it spread from the tips of your fingers to your toes. You turned to see Semi’s hand, holding your wrist as his eyes pleaded silently, hoping you’d catch on to his desperation. He still held that same childhood innocence as he let go of your wrist and held out his pinky finger. Your mind clouded with the memory of that humid August day on the bus. An exasperated breath escaped your lips as you looked from his extended pinky to his gaze. 

“It’s a forever promise.” You turned your body towards him and took slow steps closer. 

He took one large step, closing the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Everything felt like it was supposed to again. Every worry you’d had up until that moment melted away as you found comfort in his scent. You buried your face in the valley of his neck as he held you tighter. He lifted his head and spoke towards your friends saying that he’d get you home safely and they shouldn't worry. You froze for a moment, forgetting they were there. You pulled away from him and gave them an apologetic look, which they shrugged off with a genuine smile as they shuffled out the door.

“I never stopped thinking about you. Did you know that?” He was sincere in his words as his calloused fingertips cupped your cheeks.

It was in that moment that you realized, home was not just a house. It could be a person and your person was finally in front of you after all this time. You didn’t hesitate as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or messy, but slow and sensual. He was taken aback by the sudden kiss but quickly moved his mouth in tandem with your own. It was a waltz of tongues as you felt every curve, and drop of his lips. Tasted his sweetness in open mouthed kisses- like Red Bull and pineapples. He was warm as he pulled you closer to him, and you ran your fingers up his arms and through his ashy tresses. 

“Stay with me, tonight. Please. I’ve missed you.” He spoke, lips still hovering over your own with eyes softly shut.

“I’d like that. We have quite a bit of catching up to do.” You leaned forward, kissing him once more.

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“Semi Eita.” You rolled over to face him in your shared bed of the hotel room, looking at his sleeping figure. You whispered just wanting to hear his name, allowing your fingertips to trace the curve of his jaw, the bow of his lips. His breath fanned over against your skin, soft sighs in minty toothpaste wafts.

This was the boy that filled your childhood, soft dreams next to each other and drowning out the noises with loud guitar solos. He made it feel less lonely. He made you feel loved in your lowest times. And known. And accepted, no matter how different you were from everyone else. He always seemed so whole, and put together- saying he could take care of himself and didn’t need anyone. That’s why you broke up in the first place, which felt like a lifetime ago now. He didn’t need you nor did you need him in a way- but you wanted each other. Something about letting go of something you love and if it finds its way back to you, it was meant to be. You and Semi, seamlessly ended up together, again. That infinite well of hopelessness that you spent all the time believing swallowed you whole, was nothing but a mere figment of imagination. He was here with you now.

“I love you, Semi.” You rest your head against the valley of his neck, finding solace in the warmth of his skin, breathing in his after shower scent.

You stayed there, lying awake in the memories of your relationship- not wanting them to become slippery. Not wanting to forget everything you two had been through. Life seems to have a funny way of allowing things to fade away into thin air, like a whisper or a blown kiss. But the pulse of unfinished business still beats as life unfurls; days to weeks to months to years. Love happens when people talk about it often, spending time and learning each other's faults, dreams, aspirations. That’s when you discover that not even the ones you thought you loved the most seemed to have the same effect that Semi does. In the end, the mark you left on eachother was in the shape and color of love. That will always be your unfinished business, because love is never finished.

It circles and circles, like the koi fish in a pond imitating the yin and yang. Those memories come in spurts and waves- out of order and not always complete. But one that always floats on in your mind, one you always come back to: you and Semi under an autumn dazed sun, apple orchards surrounding you as you lean up against a tree stump. He’s strumming his guitar in the soft melody he only plays for you and then holds out a dirty, calloused hand. You take into yours, entwining your fingers and rubbing your index finger against his knuckle- and you do not let go. You feel a warm wetness stroll down your cheek and he subconsciously wraps a heavy arm around you. And it was his turn to not let go.

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[nanaminokanojo]

Still and All

CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 CHARACTERS: Semi Eita X You | Haikyuu Characters (mentions) WORD COUNT: 4,900+ GENRE: fluff | romance | aged-up characters | oneshot CONTENT WARNING: profanity | strong/mature language | alcohol use | smut MDNI SPOILERS: n/a

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Four Seasons. Same room. Same Time. I'll be waiting. -E

Those words practically tattooed themselves over your eyes as you read the message for the umpteenth time that month. It has always been the same message sent to you through text, repeatedly done so, sometimes twice or thrice a day until said "same time" would come to pass. Well, that's because you have disabled Eita from calling you.

You received a knowing look from your secretary who was sitting beside you in the backseat of the car. More or less, she already knew what was going on with how you were sighing repeatedly while looking at your phone. There wasn't exactly anything you did not tell her, and she knew your rather negative disposition stemming from what transpired exactly a month ago in Monaco.

"I speak now as your friend, Y/N," Kiyoko, your henchman in every sense of the word, spoke, shedding off the formal tone she used when addressing you as her employer. "Go and see Eita. I am starting to worry for the both of you."

You arched a brow at her. She was aware as to your choice not to see him again at least until things cooled down. He wasn't exactly someone you could avoid for the rest of your life, not when you moved in the same social circles, and definitely not when your families are virtually inseparable.

"He's your best friend," she droned on.

"Yes, until I ruined things beyond repair and he had to break his engagement off because of me," you snapped, going for the offense, not really wanting her to win the argument. You hated how she was always right, and god knows why she kept up with your utter stupidity when it comes to your feelings.

"Because she was cheating on him!" Kiyoko fired back, assuming her persona as your older sister from another mother. "It wasn't because of you. It was already happening before you even came into the picture."

You didn't know what was worse: you seeming to have broken up Eita's relationship with his fiancée or you appearing to have shrewdly swooped down at the first opportunity like a vulture to carcass, all because of your festering feelings for him even before you both entered university.

A strangled scoff elicited from your mouth. “Cheating on Eita? Mika?”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible. She adores Eita.”

“Not enough, apparently.”

You could feel your head swelling to twice its size at the thought of it. You didn’t know how you would feel about the whole matter, torn between relief from the thought of Eita not getting married the following year after all, and that of anger when it dawned to you that your dearest friend was being made a fool by anybody regardless of their identity.

"And you knew this for how long?"

“A week before you arrived.” Kiyoko took your hand in hers. "Y/N, I've known you long enough to know when you're trying to suppress your feelings even if they're right just so others can be happy. I know you well enough to know that you have been in love with him for the longest time, exactly why you couldn't accept Ushijima Wakatoshi's suits no matter how fond you are of him."

You knew the rest of the story. It was second nature to your secretary to investigate when she feels like something wasn't right even without authorization from anyone. Yes, even if it meant bypassing you or going against your orders when she feels like acting to your best interests. Kiyoko was efficient, and quite frankly, terrifying, like that.

"With whom?" you asked. “With whom is Mika cheating on Eita?”

"A Daisho Suguru. New money, apparently, but a good man nonetheless."

You were surprised at her observations but you knew better than to doubt it. If there was anyone with a good eye for character, it was Shimizu Kiyoko, and if she says that man who was taking Eita’s fiancée from him was a good man, then you would believe it without question.

She exhaled loudly, her raven locks swaying with her movement. "In all fairness to Miss Yamaka, it wasn't intentional and she didn't plan to hurt Eita, but sometimes things are just the way they are. It was love at first sight, and although I am not inclined to believe in such things, I saw it myself. There just isn’t a spark between her and Eita which equates to fireworks with that man."

"Eita still got hurt," you couldn’t help but say, becoming fiercely protective. While you never hated his fiancée, you didn’t particularly have a forgiving character, not when the most important person in your life was the receiving end of anything negative. Despite yourself, you would always, always come to his defense.

"He wants you, Y/N. His betrothal being called off isn't hurting him half as much as you distancing yourself from him is. Like I said, things are just the way they are."

"Me, giving in to my baser instincts and sleeping with him when he was supposedly vulnerable is not just because things are the way they are, as you’ve put it, Kiyoko."

"You've been absent from his life for three years, hiding away in Monte Carlo. And did your feelings change?"

"I wasn't hiding!"

"Sure, except that he appears in your life again, just two weeks in, and yet you are head-over-heels for him again no matter how many times you deny it." She rolled her eyes at you when you attempted to protest. "Eita needs you right now more than ever."

"That's just adding fuel to the fire." You meant the words to be dismissive, but Kiyoko wasn't having any of it.

The car had stopped, you noticed long after it has. Just then, she opened the door and stepped out, holding it open. She eyed you sternly, cocking her head and motioning for you to get out of the vehicle. Your face contorted into a frown and your heart started palpitating when you saw the very hotel Eita was referring to in his messages right in front of you

"Come now, Y/N. Think of it as the universe conspiring against you and your bullheadedness." She reached towards you and pulled you out, making you almost stumble on the pavement.

You were rather appalled that she called you bullheaded, but that was the least of your concerns. You shook your head, feeling your hands go clammy. "No."

She took you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. "You're here anyway. Just talk to him. Stop ruining yourselves and give yourself the liberty to have what you want for once."

There was no arguing your way out of it, and knowing Kiyoko, she would wait in the parking lot just to make sure you didn't bolt. Nodding in resignation, you straightened your clothes and stretched your hand out towards her. "My things, Secretary Shimizu." You addressed her in such a way to spite her, but she ended up flashing you a triumphant smile instead.

She handed you your purse, grinning. "Have fun, President YL/N."

You blew a raspberry. "Yeah. Who works for who?" Shaking your head, you entered the lobby, the sound of your heels changing as you stepped into the marble floor making your heart stop momentarily, but you had to conceal that by acknowledging the concierge who came to meet you.

"Miss YL/N," he greeted enthusiastically. "Have you come to see Mr. Semi?" His demeanor changed at the mention of Eita’s name, no doubt wondering why the hell the man, although known to be a regular patron, was staying for way too long at the hotel.

You nodded and he led you towards the private lift that led to the penthouse. It was always the same place that it was almost reserved for the two of you since you started that tradition of retreating to said room when you felt like getting away from everyone but didn't have the luxury of time to go elsewhere. In that suite, you have created a world of your own, the place holding precious memories and the walls silent listeners to your happiness and woes, silent witnesses to your complex bond with that ash-blonde male you’ve known almost all your life.

The moment you disembarked from the elevator, you were tempted to go back but the doors slid close with the concierge waving happily at you. Taking a deep breath, you walked through the short hallway which led to the main entrance to the suite, your hands trembling as your palm made contact with the brass doorknob.

You haven't really seen Eita since you left him the morning following your little interlude, the sobering realization that you just crossed the line with your supposed best friend, who was, to your knowledge, engaged at that time, making you flee from the scene as quickly as you could. So many things told you that you shouldn’t have done it with him, that you should have exercised prudence, but all is said and done, and there was no way you could change anything – not what happened, not the whole predicament that followed and definitely not your feelings.

You didn't really know why he still wanted to see you when you left him in the cold and avoided him at all costs. He had been consistently messaging you with the same thing every single day since he returned to the country shortly after you did, meaning to see you, already standing at your doorstep but refusing to see him, not knowing what to say or do once you were faced with the reality of it all. It wasn't all too different at present, standing but a few paces away from him on the other side of the door.

Before your resolve could crumble further, you pushed the door open and walked into the drawing room which was empty. With every ounce of courage left in your body, you roamed around in that confident gait you would carry yourself in as if you were surveying your domain as opposed to dreading the prospect of seeing the man you knew you were hurting all along. When you didn’t find him, you set your things on the couch, deciding to search for him after, but when you turned around, he was standing under the arch, leaning lazily against the side of the wall, cradling a glass half-filled with brandy, you surmised.

You took in his appearance, tracing every detail with your eyes and etching it in your brain. His hair was damp, his silvery locks falling over his intense eyes, sharp as they were cold, regarding you with caution while his sensuous mouth was fixed in that perpetual smirk. His black oxford shirt was not buttoned, hanging on his broad shoulders and revealing the expanse of the creamy alabaster skin of his chest and chiseled abdomen, while his dark jeans hung precariously low on his hips. He was a god, another being altogether, and yet he was also the boy you grew up with, the person you called your best friend and the man you fell in love with.

You regarded the glass in his hand, following it as he raised it to his lips which was curled contumeliously, taking a swig and then swallowing. The way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so made your throat go dry. It had taken herculean effort to stop yourself from being attracted to him in the most sinful of ways, but it all crumbled once he gave you a taste of him, and having done so, you didn't know how you were able to go for a whole month without seeing him.

"It's the middle of the day," you commented casually, loosening the silk cravat that came with your suit, followed by the lace gloves which you've placed on the armrest of the settee. "Should you be drinking?"

At that, Eita threw his head back, chuckling. The sound came out with a bitter edge to it. "You leave me wordlessly after we fucked, you don't see me for a month even if I begged, and when you do, you comment on my drinking habits. Classic Y/N." He took another large gulp of the amber liquid as if to spite you.

You froze at his outward hostility. He has never treated you in such a way even at his worst moments. Your heart sank. It was your fault why he was acting that way but you weren't about to give him the upper hand entirely.

"Hmm. You insisted upon seeing me for this? Are you going to behave like a child and sulk or are we going to talk like proper adults?" you sniped.

He laughed darkly after finishing his drink, dropping the glass on the carpeted floor with a thud. He stalked towards you with a predatory hint to his movements while you stood your ground, eyes unrelenting on him despite being cornered. He was gorgeous as he was intimidating and you didn’t know which one to consider as he came closer.

"I wasn't the one who did not have the spine and maturity to stay and confront her feelings, Y/N. You ran away just like that. And you say I am sulking? I am way past sulking! I am broken, Y/N, and you did this to me."

"What was I to think?" he droned on, raising his voice. "You just left treating me as if I was one of those people you had a one-time thing with. But I am not like them, Y/N. What do you take me for?"

"What did you expect me to do?" you asked referring to the situation of his engagement which cancelation he has not told you about.

He closed the distance between the two of you in one long stride, towering over you as his eyes flashed in anger. "That you would set me apart for someone more important than anybody else you've had dalliance with! That you would consider how I would feel if you did that because I am your best friend and as such, maybe I was different." His voice cracked as tears filled his sable eyes. "That maybe you feel the same way as I do for the longest time."

As if on cue, your eyes felt hot as well and you could feel tears stinging your eyes but you blinked them back furiously. "You are different, Eita. I love you and you know that. You are my favorite person in the world, but just the same, let me return the question to you: what was I to think?"

"About what? Haven't I made myself clear that night? I wanted you and I have been in love with you for the longest time that it hurt when you expressed your gladness when I was engaged to Yamaka Mika!"

"That's exactly my problem! All this time I was thinking that I was the one who caused your engagement to be broken. I lost sleep over the idea that I ruined something good for you only to find out that it was long done just today. I stepped back because I wanted you to fix things with her, give it a chance to be fixed but you didn't tell me anything! You tell me I am your best friend but my secretary knew about the reason before I did. What the fuck was that about?"

"You would have known if you stayed long enough! I was meaning to tell you, but you always had that Ushijima Wakatoshi dangling about you beforehand, touching you freely as if… as if you belonged to him. I couldn't have that, Y/N, and when you came to me that night, I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to have you."

Taken aback at his observations about the other man where you were involved, you scowled at him. "He was not!"

“What is he to you?”

You made a face, offended that he would even ask. “A friend?”

“He likes you, doesn’t he?”

Your brows scrunched up. “Wakatoshi is the least of your worries, Eita.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling tired. “You…”

“What?”

“I’m sorry about Mika.”

Without a warning, Eita grabbed you, hooking his arm around your waist so you were flush against him, while with his free hand, he cupped the back of your head and secured you as he dipped his mouth onto yours with urgency and dominance that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your ears ring as blood rushed up to your head at his touch. Once again, you found yourself melting into his touch as your lips melded, your breaths becoming one and his heat engulfing you.

Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt. Opening up to him, you allowed his tongue to mingle with yours, his jaw flexing hard as he explored your wet cavern. Where his hands were warm against you, his tongue was hot, the remnants of alcohol mingling with mint making you dizzy with want.

"You've ruined me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "You have robbed me of sanity. You're the only woman I want. I don't care if Mika cheated on me, and maybe I should be sorry for saying this, but I am not. I only want to be with you. You can call me crazy, but that's just how I feel." He buried his face on the junction of your neck and shoulder, holding you tighter. "I love you so much. I can't live without you."

Eita was baring his soul to you, had done it that night and yet you didn't know what to do even if it was obvious what it was you should be doing. He had come clean, but what about you? The conviction in which he declared his adoration for you made it all the scarier for you to say anything in response, afraid you will disappoint him. You were never good with words and you were even worse at expressing your feelings.

"I wanted to die when you refused to see me…"

You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his back. It broke your heart to hear him saying such things. Eita had protected you for a long expanse of time, spanning from when you were children up until the time you left. It didn’t sit well with you that he felt that much pain and because of you at that. "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

He pulled away meeting your gaze, his deep dark eyes devouring your very being. "Say you feel the same." His hand tightened on your shoulder. "I need to hear it."

"I love you, too. I have for a long time," you said slowly, wringing your fingers. "When you got engaged, I thought I could just forget about how I feel…"

"Is that why you chose to work in Monaco?" He picked at a stray strand of hair on your neck.

You nodded in earnest. "But when you showed up six months later, I knew it did nothing to change anything, even when you seemed so happy with her, so I decided to stay there for as long as I did."

He hung his head low. "Why didn't you tell me? Up until my parents arranged the engagement, I was waiting for you to say something."

"And ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same?"

"I thought I was being obvious since middle school and you were only blowing me off." Finally, he smiled, enhancing his already devastatingly handsome features, slender fingers tracing your lower lip, your jawline, down to the columns of your throat, making your breath hitch. His mere proximity made you reel out of rationality, but his touches, they always ignited something inside you. When he reached your collarbone, his eyes took a darker quality as he eyed you with hunger.

Eita trapped you against the backrest of the settee, hands settling on either side of your hips. “You haven’t the vaguest hint how happy I was when you kissed me back…how you’ve made me the luckiest man alive when you allowed me to stake my claim on you.” His finger ventured lower while he invaded your space. “How you’ve made me feel so alive and glad that I am.” He brushed his lips on your forehead, your temple, your jawline, his nose grazing onto the crook of your neck, punctuating it with butterfly kisses which made your toes curl in anticipation. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your heart swelled with so much happiness at his words. Although your mind was clouded with desire for the very man in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile in genuine joy and adoration for him sans the lust. You’ve felt the same, truth be told. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time, claiming his lips with yours with resolute passion, knowing that he was yours for the taking. He returned it with as much fervor if not more as his arms wrapped around you, ensnaring you in a possessive embrace.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sliding deliciously against yours, swirling as you felt like the room was spinning rapidly with the way he was making you feel like you were about to catch fire. Your hand pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, sliding down to his taut chest while he momentarily let go of you to remove the offending garment without cutting the kiss. The moment his hands found your waist again, he molded your body against his, his stiff arousal pressing against your stomach as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

You were so preoccupied by the magic that he seemed to be conjuring with just his lips that you did not notice when his hands left your waist, drawing in a deep, shocked breath when you heard the sound of your silk blouse being torn apart, the pearls that served as its buttons scattering about on the carpeted floor. You pulled back slightly, your clothed breasts now exposed to him, making him lick his lips despite his confusion as to why you stopped kissing him.

“That’s a Diane Von Furstenberg blouse, Eita!” you chastised, evading him when he tried to kiss you again.

He growled, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom, the ensuing smirked he sported making you weak all over. “I don’t care who designed it, Y/N. I want all of them off you.” He placed you on top of the bed, and without wasting another second, he hovered over you, resting his knees between your legs, nudging the apex of your thighs as he leaned down and asserted ownership of your lips again, hands skimming over your sides until he reached your breast, kneading. His sensuous mouth moved lower to your neck to your chest, removing your lace bra and tossing it somewhere behind him, his mouth immediately latching onto your hardened nipple while he toyed with the other one with his fingers.

Carding your fingers into his unruly yet silky hair, you pulled him even closer to you. He continued to shower attention to your breasts even as he unbuttoned and unzipped your slacks, pulling away as he pushed the garment down your legs, gently removing your white Louboutin pumps, grinning slyly at you as he carefully set them down the floor when you flashed him a warning look. Eita then planted his lips against your ankle, moving up your legs, the length of which he kissed, shifting to the other when he reached your thighs, his hand hooking underneath your knees to pull you closer towards him. He tore your lace panty off you harshly.

“Ei –” Your intended scolding was cut short by a sharp moan when he licked up your folds and inserted a digit into you, causing you to arch your back, your fingers tangling with the sheets.

“You were saying?” he asked with a chuckle before licking your nether lips again, your hips bucking upwards when he started sucking your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust inside you, their length reaching your sweet spot repeatedly until all you could think of was him pleasuring you, his ministrations making you see stars.

“Oh god…Eita…” you let out breathily, legs curling over his shoulders to draw him closer to you. “Right there.”

He hummed in response and curled his fingers inside you when he felt your walls clench around them. His tongue and lips lapped and sucked with more vigor and intensity, making you shudder as you reached your high, your juices dripping out into his tongue. He emerged from between your legs, lips glistening with your essence which he licked off with his tongue, eventually placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good,” he said, bending down so he could kiss you again. He then started undoing the button of his jeans, shedding them and setting his cock free, hard and ready. Like the first time you had sex with him, it felt surreal when he finally slid into you, your moans mingling with one another when he reached deep inside of you.

He started to thrust, slowly then setting up a rhythm which had you writhing and panting. “Faster!” you cried out, “Ah…Oh Eita…Don’t stop.” Delicious keens and whines spilled out of your mouth, driving him to move faster to grant you your high which came with intensity that made you forget about everything else except for Eita who was stirring you alive and making you feel like you’re falling while seeing fireworks behind your eyelids.

With every time, he pushed deeper, broken syllables of your name came out in moans and grunts from him, his rhythm stuttering with every time you clenched around his pulsating manhood, pushing in and out.

“I’m yours, Y/N. Only yours,” he rasped before he laid claim over your lips again, and just with those words, you felt yourself reaching your climax again, making you cry out his name as your back momentarily lifted from the mattress. His thrusts started to become more frantic, making you a panting mess as he chased his high which came with one powerful push before you felt his warm seed filling you up, sending shivers down your spine as he spasmed on top of you. Finally, he collapsed on you, face buried in your hair, stilling his breath.

You, too, came down from your high, running your fingers on the hair at the base of his head as you stared up at the ceiling while he remained inside you. You were considering things now that everything seemed to have worked out for the best for the two of you. Gone was the dilemma of his engagement and how you feel for one another was clear.

“What now?” you asked him, causing him to rise slightly from you, resting his elbow on the mattress on either of your sides.

Eita grinned at you, brushing your hair away from your face before swooping down and planting kisses all over your face. Once again, he took possession of your lips, kissing you languidly as he rolled you both over so that you were on top of him.

“I guess we’re dating now,” he said, looking dazed when you pulled back. You immensely enjoyed that look on his face, happy that you affected him in such a way. “But do we really have to go through the whole dating thing? We’ve known each other for as long as we have and went through every single thing dating couples usually go through…”

Your brows furrowed and your heart started to race at the prospect of what he was saying. “What do you mean?”

Eita wrapped an arm around you, adjusting your position on him. “What do you say we skip it?”

“Skip dating?”

“Yeah.”

“And do what?”

He sat up, taking you with him, hand reaching towards the drawer of the nightstand where he took a black, velvet box before turning his eyes on you, intense and overflowing with earnestness and tenderness…and love. “People usually do this on one knee, but I guess it’s called for.” He glanced down at where you were still joined together and chuckled but he turned serious just as quickly.

Eita opened the box, showing you his mother’s ring, and heirloom passed down through generations in their family. You’ve seen it before adorning his mother’s hand and now he was presenting it to you in a not-so-grand but, just the same, meaningful gesture.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“I think it’s long overdue, but would you make me the happiest man alive by doing me the exceptional honor of being my wife?” He took the ring from its case, picking your hand up. “Marry me, Y/N.”

Tearing up, you threw your arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “I will.”

He pulled back, meeting your eyes with his which were shining as he smiled happily. “You will?” he said between laughter, chest reverberating against yours.

“I will. I’ll marry you, Eita.” You kissed him this time, smiling when you felt him go stiff inside you again. He slid the ring into your finger and you looked on in appreciation of the glistening diamond.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And with that out of the way, he laid you back on the bed, souls and hearts entwined, both of you finally home in each other’s arms.

-end-

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In My Head (On My Mind)

Pairing: Semi Eita X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/ hurt no comfort

Tw/Cw: unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol consumption, skipping meals, NSFW, unspecified previous sexual encounters (Im sorry if I missed anything, if I did please let me know!)

Word Count: 679

Reposting because the first time was an absolute flop 😔 This was inspired by the song In My Head (On My Mind) by MOTi

The heavy bass reverberates throughout the club which helps you grind your hips into the unknown man for the night. His face buried in your neck and his hands have a firm grip on you, and although it’s a welcomed feeling, you still feel slightly repulsed by this sleazy man. But you need this. The strange man you’ve seduced tonight is definitely feeling more comfortable with you as his hands leave the familiarity of your hips and begin to wander around the rest of your body. His hands leave an invisible trail of filth as he explores your dress-clad body with his grimy hands. His hands go for your ass first, grabbing it as if he’s never held one before. His hands move to your thighs and tries to turn you on by rubbing, but his inconsistency in rhythm fails to do so. His hands then move upward to grope your tits. He feels your nipples underneath the fabric on your dress, you feel him smirk into your neck, probably thinking it was his doing and not the air conditioner. As he explores, you try to imagine it’s not him and that it’s your now ex-boyfriend doing this to your body.

Your body which is now a few pounds lighter than just a couple of weeks ago. Your body which has been sustained more by alcohol than proper meals. Your body which has found itself in the company of more strange men than ever before. Your body which has been on the hunt for the high it so desperately craves but has failed to find.

You and Semi broke up a little over three weeks ago — well, Semi broke up with you. His band was leaving for tour for months on end and didn’t want it to cause a strain on your relationship, so he decided for himself that it would be better if he ended it. Although he swore up and down that was the reason for the termination of your relationship, that small voice in the back of your mind was convinced otherwise. Your three year relationship ended as if it meant nothing to him. As if all the time you spent together never happened. You were there when the band first started and how desperately Semi searched for people to join his band. You helped him put up flyers in music shops, listen to demos — the good and the bad, and you were there as the band recorded their first everything. All of that and now here you are, paying the fee of a broken heart. And no matter what you’ve done these past few weeks, nothing has made you forget the man who you thought was the love of your life.

Everything you did somehow reminded you of him. Watching TV? Semi. Eating a scarce dinner? Semi. Throwing back shots? Semi. Getting your back blown out by a stranger? Semi. Trying to fall asleep and failing? Semi. And now he’s somewhere maybe in Japan or a different country doing who knows what.

No longer yours.

Now you long to be the girl before you met Semi. Before this heartache, slowly consuming your heart and leaving nothing behind, came to be. You know it’s a lost cause but you finally turn around, coming face-to-face with tonight’s strange man and kiss him. As you are making out with this strange man, something feels different and it’s not because it’s a good kiss. No. Something inside of your head clicks. Maybe it was because out of the corner of your eye during your sloppy make out session with the man whose name you’ve already forgotten you see a man who looks a lot like Semi staring at you. But Semi could be doing this exact thing right now as well. It was at this moment the raging storm in your heart makes landfall and you know the damage will be irreparable. And all you can do in the moment is pretend the man who you’re going to fuck tonight is that silver haired man who broke your heart.

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[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

[satorisoup]

#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.

#WARNINGS : cursing.

all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)

IWAIZUMI. semi.

KENMA. kunimi.

KUROO. suna.

BOKUTO. lev.

ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.

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[imisssummer]

𖤐 — nsfw, vaginal fingering, rings, hand kink,,, (also not sure if he actually plays guitar, sooo i just assumed)

“How many fingers do you think I can fit?” Semi smirks wide and proud at his question, two long thick fingers already wedged deep in your pussy, the rings decorating both his digits cold and ridged as they rub scarily good along your tight walls. And you can’t say you’ve never thought it yourself, you’ve always thought Eita’s hands have been nice after all. His palms were rough and calloused from years of volleyball, and with fingers so very skilled and experienced from strumming guitar strings— so really how many fingers could he fit in your cunt? “Hm, baby? Tell me to add another.” He says, slowing the pace of his fingers and making you whine out softly, “yeah, another— please.” With how wet you’re getting you think he might be able to fit his whole fist in you soon enough. He slips another digit in along with the others easily, cold wet metals clashing together grossly inside you, and making your thighs tense momentarily. He pumps the three fingers slowly till there wet enough to have a smooth fast pace, adding a fourth finger he repeats his actions, and you're nearly cumming just by the overstimulation alone, but you're done for when he spits on your clit too smoothly glide his other fingers over the sensitive area. Trying to catch your high faster and harder you thrust your hips flush with Semi’s hand. He tsk’s feeling you clench around his fingers, he bets you’ll be too sensitive for him to fuck you, and hopes ur up to getting on your knees to suck him off.

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#semi smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #semi eita smut #semi x reader #semi x you #semi x y/n #hq x reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x reader

[hiraethwa]

the collection - one summer day

pairing: ushijima x reader summary: where you did not expect to fall for shiratorizawa's future ace warnings: slice of life, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, childhood trauma, swearing, set in 2010 (2 years before the pre-timeskip events), maybe some smut, best friend!semi, (did i mention angst??) a/n: rewatching haikyuu which has inspired me to write again after 5 years of break... this is going to be a long ride so buckle in folks! thank you for your support! tags: send me an ask to be tagged!

࿐00 guidepost. ࿐01 clear skies. ࿐02 fly high. ࿐03 shining light. ࿐04 new dawn. ࿐05 saturn i. ࿐06 saturn ii. ࿐07 sun and moon. ࿐08 (coming soon)

updates every other wednesday

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