#semi x reader

[seishiroes]

semi eita knows how to play his guitar well. the riffs. the chords. the power in the strum that has the entire crowd singing his songs.

but as his girlfriend, you know what else those fingers can do.

in fact, it’s one of his favorite pastimes.

you’re sitting on his bed, lip tugged between your teeth as one of his hands toys with the waistband of your shorts. the other hand flips through the printed pages of his music, circling lyrics he doesn’t like to revise later.

his hand snakes beneath your shorts, reaching for plush thighs which he strokes with the pad of his thumb. the calloused skin sends a shiver down your spine, his fingers reaching to move apart the fabric of your underwear.

he works with a smirk on his face while fingering you, fingers reaching to hit all the spots that have you whimpering his name, thighs clenching around his hand as you buck your hips into him. closer. more. need more.

he calls it his creative process. he always writes the best song when his girlfriend is falling apart right beside him

pspsps: @amorinn @karnevil @brooksviolin @huhyeni

[6okuto]

FLUSTERING MOMENTS

gn!reader | oikawa, semi, sakusa, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu, suna

OIKAWA hates when you try to hold him back from spoiling you. He spots you try to put a jacket away and easily swipes it, putting it back in the cart he’s pushing. He stops in front of you and stares. “Babe, what did i say?”

You try to shake your head. “Tooru, it’s expensive—”

He tuts and pulls you close enough to kiss your head. “Actually I said whatever you want, you’re going to get.”

There’s no room for discussion when he starts turning the cart around to the aisles you’ve already checked and asks, “Now what else did you look at and not pick up?”

SEMI is immediately beside you, stopping a ball from hitting you in the face. You can’t help staring at his jaw clenching as he throws it back to his teammates.

“Seriously? You guys need to pay more attention,” he scolds.

A chorus of apologies replies but he only sighs and turns toward you. The annoyance is gone from his face in favour of concern. He gently turns your face to see each cheek, and his eyes skim for any sign of injury. “You didn’t get hurt, right?”

You smile and shake your head. “No, just surprised.”

Eita sighs again before grabbing your shoulder and kissing you. “Alright. See you after practice, ‘kay?”

SAKUSA’s gaze flickers when your jacket slips down your shoulder. He sneaks an arm around you, pulling it back up. You watch before turning to him. “Oh, thanks, Omi.”

He hums, and you think he’ll take his arm back. Instead, he keeps it there, holding you near him. Kiyoomi seems to sense your curiosity and answers your unasked question, “Just in case it falls again. Since someone doesn’t want to wear their jacket properly.”

you laugh a little before leaning your head against him, and despite his little remark, Kiyoomi lays his against yours.

TSUKISHIMA takes a step as a tall man begins walking toward you. His arm is only lowly lifted, but his hand splays in front of your figure.

“Hi, excuse me, sorry. Do either of you know where I can find the train station from here?”

Kei blinks, relaxing a smidge. “It’s a block from here. Turn right at the stop light,” he explains easily.

The man thanks him before going on his way, and Kei lets his arm fall back at his side. You raise a brow at him and he frowns. “What? We didn’t know who he was or what he wanted.”

You hum in response, a little amused, and he rolls his eyes before continuing, “Come on, we’re gonna be late. If you don’t stop looking at me like that I’ll walk even faster and leave you behind.”

OSAMU watches as you happily eat the meal he’s cooked for you with starry eyes. “So I’m guessing you like it?”

Though you’re chewing, you manage to nod and hum in approval. Unbeknownst to you, a little food sticks to the corner of your mouth. Osamu tuts and tilts your face toward him.

Confused, you still. With your cheeks still puffed from food, your boyfriend reaches to swipe it off with his thumb.

“Sorry, just had somethin’ on your face, baby. Y’look cute enjoying the food, though,” he teases while you resume your chewing.

Evading the swat you attempt on his arm, Osamu pats your head and leaves a chaste kiss on top before standing up. “I’ll get you some more water. Stay right there.”

ATSUMU laughs at a teammate’s joke as you all sit in a restaurant waiting for dinner to celebrate winning yet another match. The banter and teasing carries on as he leans back into his spot on the booth next to you.

Mindlessly, he places his hand on your thigh and starts to trace little shapes. The new warmth catches your attention, and eyes flicker between it and your boyfriend's face.

Atsumu notices your gaze and flashes a smile. After leaning over to kiss your cheek, he tilts his head to whisper, “Love you.”

His hand stays there for the rest of the wait, and only departs so he can excitedly dig into his food. But whenever there’s a lull, you come to expect his palm to find its spot once more, sometimes joined by yours as you intertwine your fingers with his.

SUNA gently bites the other side of the pocky in his mouth easily, his face now inches away from yours. He takes small bites before taking larger ones, and you find your noses practically touching.

At this point, even though you struggle to keep eye contact, Rintaro’s own amused gaze seems comfortably set on you.

Before you realize it, he’s taken the rest of the stick, and his lips are on yours. A hand cups your cheek as you close your eyes and the both of you lean in closer, noses pressed against the other.

When you finally pull away, you find golden eyes sparkling with accomplishment. Rintaro offers a lopsided smile. “Tasted good.”

You can’t tell if he meant the pocky or you while he casually leans back on the couch and turns on his phone.

[mysterystarz]

university!bandboy! semi eita

do i need to say more

[kyryllslight]

瀬見 英太 ✦ regain repose

the night semi eita is kicked off the starting lineup, he needs to let everything out somewhere. so he does, with earbuds, a music player, and guitar in tow.

tags 一 semi e. x gn. reader, pre-canon, strangers, light angst, musician semi, mentioned shiratorizawa, washijo's a bitch sometimes

Semi Eita can’t play any instruments after lights-out, but on nights like these, he needs to expel his energy somehow. He brings a pair of earphones, his guitar, and his MP3 player to a solitary corner near Shiratorizawa’s dorms and hopes nothing follows. 

Though he’s right up against one of the dorm buildings, not many know this corner’s lacked residents in all three years he’s been here. Roaches, ghosts, whatever—he doesn’t care about the rumors that have made it the way it is. He sits by the wall and gives his routine thanks to whatever’s allowed him this momentary peace. To the roaches or to the ghosts. If he never finds out, it means the rumors have been put to sleep by his skilled playing. You’re welcome, abandoned Shiratorizawa dorm rooms, and whichever RA’s been assigned to this building. (Clearly, not a good one.)

The song he chooses off his MP3 is louder, just enough to drown out his thoughts as he usually does these nights. But Eita always picks something for the mood, something that clears his mind but melds with the midnight sky. It’s an oldie, but a goodie, he hums to himself. Eita places the guitar on his lap, resting his fingers on steel after hours of his palms running red against synthetic leather. 

Eita closes his eyes, and he doesn’t think of Coach Washijo, wrinkles written in his face of fury that Semi dared talk back. As if he didn’t know what he was getting into by letting him on the team. He doesn’t think about Shirabu. Wakatoshi does enter his mind, only for a second, like the rare softness he saw earlier that washed over his usually dull, stoic demeanor. Then gone, as the notes pass through his ears, and the melody lifts the weights off his shoulders.

He doesn’t know how he found out about his hobbies; he didn’t think the old man paid enough attention to care, but Washijo scolded him earlier, saying if he wanted to show off, he’d join the music club with his racket. 

Eita considered that a while ago, but he’s already come to his own terms. His callouses aren’t soft enough for volleyball, and his skin is too bruised for the spotlight. So, he chose the team, but he plays here. For himself. For the wind. For the ghosts and the rumors.

A rustle comes forth from the wind. He opens his eyes and stops playing. A figure emerges from the dark. You. 

He recognizes you, and you seem to do the same, staring and blinking. He’s seen the back of your head a couple of desks across. Your interactions have never gone much further than that. 

Eita looks around, as if to ask the cicadas and flickering lights why another soul would be here. 

Silently, you read his mind and answer his question before he says it aloud.

You hold up a black bag, tilt your head to the dumpster lying farther into the alleyway, and shrug. Eita’s face feels warm, and he hopes the light from your face is your own radiance, for if it were the stars, it’d mean you’d see his embarrassed expression clear as glass. 

He stops his playing to watch you tread further into the night. Safety, of course, especially at this hour. When you return, no trash bag in tow, you don’t turn back to the building; instead, you sit across from him, hands on your knees and looking expectantly. 

Eita adjusts his guitar right back up on his lap. “Any requests?”

“You came out here for yourself.” That’s the first thing you say tonight, and you seem so sure, even though Eita can’t recall any other time you two have spoken.

“Play what you want.” You say, simply. Maybe that’s all it is.

He picks up the player, skips a couple of songs until he reaches something he loves and hopes is your taste as well. You seem pleased. However, he thinks of your words as well. He came here for himself. So, he plays for himself first and just lets you listen.

note. semi deserved a lot more. i love you mr. "would rather perfect his serve and the one play he gets the court to himself because he can't help the need to show off than conform to the team philosophy," and then becomes a musician post-timeskip

[remmishy]

does anyone even write semi stuff?

pls if yall have good semi x reader fanfics pls send them to me, I really wanna read more of my girl

[oikyawa]

TEXTS WITH EITA SEMI ♡

a/n: this draft keeps disappearing on me 🫩

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[showhay]

semi eita x f!reader | fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; ​boyfriend!semi has a habit of checking your temperature with the back of his hand just because he likes the excuse to feel your skin. his hands are usually calloused from the guitar strings, a rough texture that contrasts against your cheek when he tilts your face up for a lingering, slow-motion kiss that tastes like his morning espresso.

​;; boyfriend!semi lets you pick his outfits for shows, standing perfectly still while you button up his shirt. he’ll watch your back through the mirror with a lazy, lopsided smirk, his fingers hooking into your belt loops to pull you flush against him. “focus,” he’ll murmur against your ear, even though he's the one making it impossible.

;; ​boyfriend!semi loves back hugs while you’re trying to do literally anything else. he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck, his nose cold but his breath hot, leaving soft, damp trails along your collarbone. he doesn’t say much, just tightens his hold until you melt into him, forgetting the dishes or the laptop entirely.

​;; boyfriend!semi is incredibly attentive to the way you look in his clothes. he’ll intentionally leave his favorite oversized sweater on the edge of the bed before he leaves for a session, knowing you’ll be wearing it (and nothing else) by the time he gets home. the look he gives you when he walks through the door is enough to make your knees weak.

;; ​boyfriend!semi writes songs about the way you look when you're asleep, but he'll never admit it. instead, he’ll just play a certain melody on his acoustic guitar while you’re reading—a slow, rhythmic progression that feels like a physical caress. when you look up, he’s already watching you, his thumb tracing the bridge of his guitar like he’s imagining it’s your jawline.

​;; boyfriend!semi has a very specific way of claiming your space. if you’re out with friends, his hand is constantly on the small of your back or draped over your shoulder, his thumb tracing idle circles through the fabric of your shirt. it’s not possessive in a loud way—it’s just a constant, grounding reminder that he’s right there, and you’re his favorite person in the room.

;; ​boyfriend!semi loves the moments right after you shower. he’ll sit you down between his knees and take over the blow-dryer, his long fingers massaging your scalp with a focus that’s almost intimate. the steam, the scent of your shampoo, and the way he looks down at you with those heavy, dark eyes—it’s enough to give you butterflies that don't go away for hours.

;; boyfriend!semi has a thing for the way you look when you’re flustered. he’ll catch your wrist while you’re walking past him, pulling you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. he doesn't say a word, just rests his hands on your thighs—fingers digging in just deep enough to leave a ghost of a mark—while he continues his conversation or looks at his phone, letting you feel the tent in his pants.

;; ​boyfriend!semi has a thing for the friction of his jewelry against your skin. he’ll let his rings graze the sensitive skin of your inner thighs while he’s leaning over you, his voice dropping an octave as he tells you exactly what he’s been thinking about during the drive home. the vibration of his chest against yours is a low hum.

​;; boyfriend!semi likes to test your composure in public. he’ll slide a hand under the table at dinner, his fingers tracing the hem of your skirt, shorts or the seam of your jeans with agonizing slowness. he’ll keep a perfectly calm conversation with your friends, but the way his knuckles occasionally press a little too firmly against you tells a completely different story.

;; ​boyfriend!semi is addicted to the sound you make when he bites. he’s found every sweet spot on your body—the dip of your waist, the back of your knee, that specific patch of skin behind your ear. he’ll mark you right where your clothes hide it, a secret bruise that throbs every time you move, reminding you who you belong to.

​;; boyfriend!semi isn’t afraid to use his hands to keep you in place. if you try to pull away during a kiss, he’ll lace his fingers in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back and expose your throat. he likes the vulnerability of it, the way your breath hitches when he hovers his lips over your pulse point without quite touching it, making you ache for him to just finish what he started.

​;; boyfriend!semi gets incredibly tactile after a show. the adrenaline hasn’t faded, and he’ll pin you against the dressing room door the second it’s locked. he’s sweaty, his hair is a mess, and he’s pulling your clothes aside with a frantic kind of need that usually ends with your legs wrapped around his waist and his name being gasped into the quiet of the room.

​;; boyfriend!semi loves a lazy morning that isn’t lazy at all. he’ll trap you under the weight of his body, his hands wandering under your shirt to find the heat of your skin. he’s patient, teasing you with slow, shallow movements or dragging his tongue along your collarbone until you’re whining for more, only for him to smirk and whisper, “patience, baby,” against your lips.

;; ​boyfriend!semi has a gaze that feels like a physical touch. sometimes he’ll just stop what he’s doing and watch you—really watch you—as you get dressed or move around the kitchen. when you catch him, he doesn’t look away. he just lets his eyes roam over your curves with a dark, liquid intensity that makes you feel completely exposed and utterly wanted all at once.

;; boyfriend!semi loves to bend you over in his studio after everyone had left, making your eyes roll back, and your legs shake. he’ll make sure to put his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet just in case someone returns. he’d clean you up after, and carry you back since he went too hard on you.

n: one of my freaky ahh twins @toorubae

© showhay — don’t copy or translate without my permission. don’t feed my works to ai.

iloveu

[oikyawa]

ONE TIME

eita semi x reader

SYNOPSIS a midnight serenade preformed by the one and only eita semi, along with his teammates.

you finally have two weeks off from school, no homework, tests, spontaneous assignments, and anything else related to school.

that also means you went home to your parents for those two weeks, you haven’t seen them in ages, so why not spend these well deserved two weeks getting pampered by your parents.

you’re about three days into the fourteen day break, so you’re still getting used to sleeping in your bed at home, not the one on campus.

so naturally, you’re still awake.

you glance up at the time on your phone, and it’s 11:58 p.m. not the most unusual time to still be awake.

you’ve cleaned your room already, watched a few episodes of a new show you’d found, checked your friends’ stories on instagram, just the usual nighttime routine you’ve followed for the past three days.

although you’ve strayed a little away from the ‘routine’ today.

usually you’d be facetiming with your boyfriend, semi. until either of you fell asleep.

he’d play his guitar a little, maybe you’d play a game on roblox together, or simply talk, about everything and anything.

but today he told you he couldn’t call today, telling you he was going to hang out with his teammates for the evening.

obviously he’d asked you if you wanted to come by, you and semi are practically attached by the hip, so it’s normal for you to also come by whenever they hung out.

but you told him no, saying you wanted to try and sleep early today. get in a better rhythm than you’ve been in these past three days.

he told you okay, and left you on delivered ever since.

it’s not something to worry about, since it’s normal to abandon your phone when you’re busy with friends, would also be pretty rude if you were on your phone constantly.

but whatever, it’s fine, you’ll go to sleep later and wake up in the morning to probably five goodmorning texts from him.

they’re probably hanging out at either taichi’s place or goshiki’s, since their parents are the most easily convinced to let a bunch of teenage boys hang around with a promise of not causing any ruckus.

it’s not really relevant to the situation right now, it just happened to cross your mind.

but unknown to you, they’re actually closer than you think.

and by closer, i mean right down the street to your house.

by now, five minutes later, you’re starting to slowly doze off, your eyelids fighting to stay open.

and in the span of a minute, you magically fall asleep. not stirring at the sounds outside, that keep getting louder with every second passing.

‘dude, this is gonna be so sick!’ taichi cheered, giving semi a very harsh slap on his back.

‘she’s gonna love this! we have to record it.’ tendō exclaims, resting his head on semi’s shoulder who pushes him off immediately.

‘i’m innocent if we get questioned about this.’ shirabu states blanky, not wanting to have come along in the first place, and participate.

‘you idiots convinced me to do this, so you better have my back.’ semi said seriously, hanging his head back and staring at the stars, thinking why the fuck he agreed to this.

‘we got your back,’ was said four times, each in a different vocal tone.

they sneak into your backyard, with the assistance of semi, who has snuck in here too many times to count.

it’s going to be a preformance with every little equipment, just someone’s phone and a portable speaker. the rest bring pure raw vocals delivered mainly by semi, but the rest for all the adlibs.

semi knows your probably half asleep, or atleast not too asleep that you can still hear what’s about to come.

he gulps once, prays to the gods above your mom won’t kill him, along with everyone in the neighborhood. and he yells out your name at the top of his lungs.

the next minute after is filled with an anxious silence, save for the wind breezing through the leaves once in a while.

and like he hoped, the blinds of your room started to open, showing your silhouette just barely in the dim lighting.

you sigh loudly, already getting irritated at the complete nut case that decided to yell your name past midnight, pulling you from your fresh slumber immediately.

you open your window, and gaze down to the idiot standing in your backyard, well, idiots.

‘eita, what the fuck!’ you whisper yell as loud as you can, giving him a look that makes him visibly wince.

‘hi, y/n!’ goshiki says too loudly, making shirabu kick his shin to shut him up, successfully.

you give the future ace a small wave, before returning your eyes to the man of the hour.

‘why are you in my backyard at twelve am, you idiot?!’ you groan, really unamused at his actions right now.

‘one really bad decision, now could you please get down here?’ he asks, giving you his most apologetic look to convince you to come down.

you drastically roll your eyes one more time, before closing your window and rolling back down your blinds.

he thinks you’ve gone back to bed, and left him and his teammates standing there, in your backyard like a bunch of junkies.

so he makes the move to the backdoor, he happens to know where the spare key to it is located.

but you didn’t go back to sleep and completely ignored them, you couldn’t leave your window, nor your blinds open like that.

you put on a sweater, one that’s big enough to cover your pajamas decorated with hearts and cats, and to not make you freeze to death outside.

you already know he’s coming to get you, even if you have no single reason to know, you just do.

as you tiptoe down the hallway and the stairs, you obviously walk right against his chest, which you did anticipate, but also didn’t see coming yet.

he’s going to say something, you can tell from his expression, so you shush him by slapping a hand over his mouth, gently.

you give him another real nasty look, showing him just how unamused you are at your peaceful slumber being interrupted by your boyfriend and his teammates.

you turn him around and push him back outside, obviously coming along with him and closing the door behind you.

as fast as he can, he kisses your cheek. knowing that you’ll pull your face away out of spite. ‘hi, baby,’ he whispers, and you reply with a blank ‘hi’, no nickname, not even the use of his name.

‘i’m sorry,’ he mutters after, maybe an apology’ll do the trick.

‘yeah, you better be.’ you say, now a hand on your hip like an annoyed mother with too many bills to pay and no money.

‘ouch!’ tendō physically recoiled at your painful remark, making you and a certain starting setter both roll your eyes.

semi quickly gets over trying to apologize, but make a start to what they came here for in the first place.

they all gather round in a circle, murmuring some words you can’t understand, and finishing off with a quadruple fist bump.

you can’t lie and say you aren’t a little bit curious to what’s about to happen, even if you are still mildly annoyed.

taichi sets up his speaker and connects his phone to it, and then the music starts to play.

and you recognize the song immediately.

hey, hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey, hey

it starts off with tendō and goshiki in the front, making handsigns that point to you.

then, the real act starts.

me, plus you (i’ma tell you one time) me, plus you (one time, i’ma tell you one time)

it looks really awkward, no mics nor any props. just a handful of teenage boys singing their hearts out with the adlibs (save for one of them, you know who.)

me, plus you (one time, i’ma tell you one time) one time (one time, i’ma tell you one time) when i met you, girl, my heart went knock, knock (knock) now them butterflies in my stomach won’t stop, stop (stop)

now it’s time for the solo act, just purely semi. no adlibs.

and even though it’s a struggle, love is all we got so we gon’ keep, keep climbin’ til the mountain top your world, is my world and my fight, is your fight my breath, is your breath

they look like they’re really into this.

semi’s giving it his all, activating his inner belieber self for this, embracing how embarrassed he feels, partly for you, to give you the best midnight performance possible, if you can even call it that.

when you’re hurt (i got my) and girl, you’re my one love my one heart, my one life for sure let me tell you one time (girl, i love, girl, i love you)

and right as it gets really good, the inevitable happens.

someone, one of your neighbors, starts to yell, even louder than the boys’ preformance.

‘real romantic alright, but can you little shits shut up! i’m trying to sleep!’ of course, it’s your grumpy old neighbor two houses away.

this ‘announcement’ causes more people to open their window and shout incoherent stuff, some actually applauding the preformace, but most telling them to cut it out.

this naturally, causes your parents to wake up, well only your mom.

the light turns on in the hallway, you’re able to steal a glance of it as you stare at the door to the backyard, and are already preparing to take the blame on yourself.

everyone holds their breath, standing as still as they possibly can, maybe if it looks like they’re doing the mannequin challenge, that your mom won’t say anything and go back to sleep like nothing happened.

she opens the door, looks around to everyone standing like a deer caught in headlights, and sighs.

‘boys, go back home, i wouldn’t want to call your mothers. and eita, you can stay, i have a few words i want to say to you.’ he gulps, loudly.

everyone besides semi makes the move to leave, all waving you and semi a goodbye, wishing him the best of luck with what’s about to come, and quickly scramble away.

‘y/n, eita. come inside please.’ your mother says, sounding just as unamused as you were previously.

you take his hand as you both come back inside, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you all go upstairs, to your bedroom, as you and semi both sit down on your bed, your mom stands infront of you with an unreadable expression.

as you prepare to get harshly scolded and reprimanded, or something even worse, the complete opposite happens.

‘that was adorable, you sing so well!’ your mom exclaims, grabbing semi by the shoulders and looking at him with pure adoration.

you sigh in relief, but also in pure, utter surprise. and so does semi.

‘—uh, yeah, thanks!’ he’s scrambling for the right words to say, having prepared for the absolute worst, but not the best that could’ve happend.

‘i’m not mad, but don’t do it at twelve am again, got it?’ she walks out of your room, only standing still by the door to tell you that last bit.

‘yes ma’am!’ he salutes, keeping his posture as straight as a door.

then when she finally leaves, and closes the door behind her, he falls back on your bed with a groan, running his hands down his face in relief.

‘oh my god,’ are all the words he lets out as he still recovers from earlier.

you laugh, and lay down on your stomach beside him, propping yourself up with your arms.

‘you’re so stupid, babe.’ you giggle, poking his cheek, and kissing the spot after.

‘i’m stupid for you.’ he sighs, laying down on his side and sliding his arms around your waist, effectively rolling you on your side also.

you chuckle at his words, carding your hands through his soft hair.

you lay there together for a minute, then notice that he’s on the verge of falling asleep already.

‘hey, don’t fall asleep! you still have your outside clothes on.’ you slap his cheek to wake him up a little more, grabbing his chin with one hand to make him look at you.

‘so?’ he murmurs, ‘singing to the love of your life is exhausting y’know.’ his tight hold on your waist doesn’t budge, even if he’s practically asleep.

‘yeah yeah, but you’re not sleeping in my bed with your clothes on, so take them off,’ he looks up at you with a grin, ‘and i’m not doing it, so sleep on the floor if you will.’ he rolls his eyes at you, playfully, before releasing his hold on you to stand up.

you get comfy in your bed, for the second time today, and wait for him to join you, which he does in less than thirty seconds, haphazardly throwing his clothes across your room.

he pulls you against him as soon as he’s under the covers, strong arms having found it’s place around your waist again, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

‘goodnight, i love you.’ he murmurs, kissing the exposed skin of your neck.

‘i love you too, idiot.’ and with that, you fall asleep again, this time for longer than five minutes.

a/n: this is my last semi draft for now, and yes i cut the lyrics short cause i couldn't be bothered to write more

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