Summary: Hee-do experiences more firsts with Yi-jin.
Author’s note: I keep overthinking this one. So I’m just going to post it. I just feel like Hee-do would be competitive about many things.
“You look happy.”
She tries ineffectively to tamper the smile on her face but it’s a lost cause, like the sun’s rays peeking through rain clouds her joy is just too powerful and natural. She gives up and gives into her emotions. She beams at her mother, simple breakfast on the table between them.
“I heard that Reporter Baek is back. I thought you both had called it quits. I guess not. I told you both years ago, but treat each other well.”
This time she can feel the hidden affection in her mother’s words, years ago it has seemed too cold to her- most mothers would of at least threatened or warned an older man away from their teenage daughter. She’d seen it in enough dramas, but maybe even back then they had been obvious. Plus he had never taken advantage of her, he had never been a predator and she’d never left like a victim. They were just them.
“Have a good day. I’ll be at the training center today.” She replies, spooning broth into her mouth purposely ignoring the subject. Talking to her mother about Baek Yi-jin is no easier now at twenty one than then at seventeen, she still feels like a kid in front of her mother’s knowing look. At least she still approves, not that it would have made or broke their relationship but it was nice to know. Her mother had grown to be someone she deeply care about.
“You too. Just remember that you’re an Olympic gold medalist. You two need to careful in the public eye.”
She nods along, only half listening now. Yi-jin had just texted her good morning, eagerly she sends back a message.
I miss you.
It’s not long because he responds, she giggles at her screen. He was such a romantic sometimes, it was both endearing and embarrassing.
Not as much as I miss you. I love you.
That was new, his constant declarations of love. He would whisper it into the top of her head as they hugged goodbye, on the phone as their conversation winded down, between passionate kisses and in their text messages. She could always feel his love in all his actions before but now she was privileged enough to hear it daily, sometimes more than once a day.
“Your hair is in your soup.”
Her mother’s bemused words drag her away from her pondering, she hisses as she looks down at the wet strands of her hair in her bowl. She shouldn’t be such a mess just because he said he loved her, but she couldn’t help it. Being loved by him felt like a gift and a blessing.
She takes the hand towel passed in her direction, squeezing the ends of her hair.
Her mother leaves first but she’s not far after, cursing at the clock as she grabs a sweater and her fencing bag. Haphazardly stumbling out of her front door in a frenzy, coach would kill her if she was late. As she’s waiting impatiently for the bus, she recalls her mother asking if she wanted to get her license. Perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea. She shouldn’t expect Yi-jin to be her chauffeur forever after all.
She makes it with a minute to spare. Coach glowers at her but otherwise leaves her be. Her team mates all greet her with applause congratulating her on her most recent medal win, she grins proudly bowing in gratitude. This feeling never got old, making her teammates happy even coach was grinning at her before snapping out of it and barking at them to get changed and start practicing.
Somethings never changed.
Practice goes on for hours, she’s so exhausted but she pushes past her limit. Phone forgotten in her locker but Yi-jin still on her mind, she wonders what he’s doing? Has he eaten already? Would she see him today? It was hard with their schedules but they always made time for each other, going on dates at all sorts of hours.
Her sleep pattern was in shambles but it was worth it to see his beautiful face.
En garde. Pret. Allez.
The words repeat on loop until her arms feel like jelly and her body is drenched with sweat.
Subconsciously she starts to think about Yi-jin sweating underneath her last time, his mouth open in a sensuous circle as he pumped his hips up and gripped at her waist forcefully dragging her to match his mind numbing rhythm. She remembers her choked moan as he tugged her hair away from her face and sucked on the naked skin of her neck, his tongue laved at the sweat on her flesh while he thrust into her so hard she bounced on his lap arching her back so he could move deeper inside her.
Her cheeks burn red at the memory and then she suddenly remembers where she is.
All her team mates are staring at her, same shocked looks on their faces.
Damn. What had she done? This was all his fault he was turning her into a pervert!
“Are you okay Hee-do? We called your name a few times but you were just staring at the wall.”
She swallows hard, hiding behind her hair as they detail what she was doing as she was lost in her fantasy.
“Then you started…um making noises. And your face got really red. Are you sick or something?”
She almost facepalms intense shame flooding her body, dousing the unexpected and honestly unwanted desire. She wassick.
In the head.
She stares at the padded floor instead of their stunned faces.
“I… I’m just tired. Don’t worry about me. I’ll go first!” It’s not the most subtle escape but she’s uninterested in an elegant retreat, she runs into the locker room wiping the sweat from her body and hurriedly changing out of her uniform. She’s already out the door when they start coming in, she waves good bye racing out the center before they can ask her any more questions.
The spring air cools her cheeks, helping her catch her breath and douse her heated thoughts.
She wasn’t an overtly sexual person, before Yi-jin she’d never really given much thought to the act. It was something she knew about vaguely, aware that most people her age were doing it but she was not. They’d only kissed a handful of times before he left her to go to New York. Back then she was too busy worrying about his safety to think about something that seemed so trivial. And then he’d come back. Grayer than when he left but he stayed true to his word, sought out professional help and worked hard at fixing their fractured relationship.
It was hard to miss the way he would look at her. Then looking wasn’t enough and their kisses increased, he would walk her home but minutes later she’d be wrapped in his arms his tongue persistent in her mouth. His hands wouldn’t be still during those heated moments, stroking her hips, neck and most recently her ass, groping her like he didn’t care who saw. It was unlike the Yi-jin she thought she knew.
Sex was inevitable after that. She wanted it as desperately as him, in a constant state of arousal around him.
Her first time was gentle, unbelievably so. He pushed inside and stayed still until she was able to stop wincing, gently wiping at the tears on her cheeks. He kissed her all over until the pain resided and she stopped clinging to his broad shoulders.
When he asked her if she was ready, she shook her head yes lost in his eyes.
The bed squeaks filled her ears as he thrusted slowly arms rigid beside her head as she curled her legs around his waist, opening herself up more to him and he groaned as he pushed into her harder nudging at a spot that eventually tipped her over the edge.
They were both speechless after, then he held her until she fell asleep.
After that, it was like they were possessed. Unable to be in each other’s presence for more than a few minutes before ending up naked and lost in each other, once he’d attacked her at the door hoisting her up before slamming her into the door. Just remembering gets her hot and bothered.
Buying condoms was no longer embarrassing because they did it so often (okay they still giggled and pushed it into the other’s hand) , but they were used to the wide eyes of whatever cashier was ringing them up as they dropped another jumbo pack of protection. It was the only box that lasted them a decent amount of time.
She’d even considered birth control but there was the possibility that it could affect her drug tests and it would be too embarrassing to explain to coach why her hormone levels were different. Condoms were just easier.
She was perpetually sore. She was using muscles that had been ignored for so long. But they had to make up for all the lost time so she accepted her fate.
The vibrations of her phone ultimately knocks her from her musings. She’s so distracted today it’s pathetic. Expecting a familiar she clears her throat before answering, “Hello?”
The responding voice is familiar but only faintly.
“Na Hee-do?”
She racks her brain but comes up empty handed no clue who she’s talking to.
“Yes?”
“I don’t know if you remember me but I’m Baek Yi-jin’s old supervisor, Seo Jung-hyuk. Sorry to bother you so late, I’m getting deja vu making this call but I need your help. Again.”
That’s how she ends up outside a well known bbq spot, she smirks at the cheesy name: Meat Me. It was becoming a habit, picking up a too drunk Yi-jin and dragging his heavy body back to his apartment. He’d given her the passcode to it pretty early into them officially getting back together (or choosing to stay together.)
Looks like it was another one of those nights.
She almost puts on a face mask unprepared for the amount of smoke that wafts into her face as she opens the door. The restaurant is loud and bustling, servers running around to please impatient customers. Despite the lack of lighting and the smoke coming off from several grills, she finds her boyfriend quickly. He’s such a loud cheerful drunk, she grins at him singing in his seat empty bottle of soju his make shift microphone.
With an exasperated sigh she starts walking over to him, ready for him to see her and crush her in a drunken embrace. She’ll never admit it out loud but he’s an adorable drunk.
Jung-hyuk doesn’t see her yet but he’s trying to steady a wavering Yi-jin and she speeds up to go assist him but then there’s another body lifting Yi-jin up, hands holding her boyfriend’s shoulder and shifting him back onto his seat.
Yi-jin laughs boisterously letting this unknown person touch him so freely. Her heart pulses at the view, staring sharply as the woman sits beside her boyfriend and offers him water. She growls as this stranger lays a bold hand on Yi-jin’s back helping him to bring the cup to his lip.
Who the hell was that?
She glowers in her spot feet stuck to the floor. This is the first time there’s been a woman here with them. She knew that women worked at the tv station but she’d never seen any of them, she wants to rip her away from Yi-jin. Why was she so comfortable touching someone else’s boyfriend?
But then another thought occurs to her very few people were aware of their relationship, what if this woman didn’t know about them? She hates to admit it but Yi-jin looks incredible in a suit, his coworkers probably swooned over him all the time. They would be more than happy to flirt with him especially if they thought he was single.
“Oh! You’re here! Thank goodness!”
Yi-jin’s sunbae hops out of his own seat, only stumbling a little before finding his footing. Yi-jin wasn’t the only one who had to much to drink then, that was new he usually stayed sober.
She forces her eyes away from Yi-jin and the strange woman who is helping him put on his jacket now.
“Baek Yi-jin. Look who it is?”
Yi-jin barely reacts struggling to get his arms through the holes, there’s a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead and she prickles as that foreign hand wipes it with a napkin for him.
That’s the last straw for her, sidestepping Jung-hyuk she grabs the hand in mid air halting it and pulling it away. The woman looks at her in shock finally releasing Yi-jin who cries triumphantly as he gets on his jacket on his own. He looks so ridiculously proud of himself. It’s almost cute enough to distract her.
“What are you doing?”
“Who are you?”
They speak at the same time, and she only sees Yi-jin finally responding to the sound of her voice in her peripheral because she never looks away from the eyes that gaze back at her in clear challenge. She wasn’t going to lose.
“Na Hee-do! What are you doing here? I missed you all day, come here baby!”
Then without warning he snatches her up lifting and plopping her into his lap, their heads almost collide but her quick reflexes save them at the last minute. She opens her mouth to reprimand him but she doesn’t get to utter a word because it’s full, with his tongue. He’s undeniably drunk, there’s no finesse to his movements his tongue overly aggressive in her mouth and his hands wandering. She momentarily melts into his touch before remembering that they have an audience. She breaks the lip lock with a harsh push, covering his mouth just as he leans in to attack her again.
“Mmnmafeedo!”
She ignores his muffled cry looking over her shoulder but in a wonderful turn of events, Jung-hyuk is no longer behind her. Their only audience is the woman from earlier who looks on stunned, her hands closed tight on the table.
“Yi-jin oppa. Who is this?” The woman grits between clenched teeth looking furious at her in Yi-jin’s lap. It makes her skin crawl hearing someone else call him that. Maybe this was how he’d felt all those years ago about Jun-ho. She understood now.
She moves closer in a petty move, rubbing her nose into his neck knowing that’s one of his weak spots. As expected Yi-jin sighs at the contact, hugging her tighter and she tries to forget that they’re surrounded by others. This would surely make headlines if anyone saw them.
She answers for Yi-jin who is too busy pawing at her. He’s quite handsy when drunk enough that’s a new revelation.
“I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?”
She feels a wave of satisfaction as the other woman bristles at the word looking at Yi-jin to deny the claims but he’s giggling beneath her.
“My pretty girlfriend Na Hee-do! She’s so pretty right? She gets prettier every time she wins another medal.”
She blushes at his drunk statement, petting his head fondly as she tries to climb out of his lap.
“I thought you were just saying that. You really have a girlfriend?” She questions looking affronted.
Ah. So Yi-jin had told her, some of her initial anger simmers away but then it rekindles at the implications, she had sought out Yi-jin even though he’d told her that he had a girlfriend. Did she think that if she pretended that she didn’t exist it would become so?
Yi-jin is starting to look sleepy, all his drinking finally taking a toll on him. She strokes his red cheeks before looking back at the unwelcome guest.
“He really has a girlfriend. Me. He’ll forget this in the morning luckily for you, so don’t embarrass yourself by confessing your feelings or trying to steal him away. It won’t do anything. Baek Yi-jin is mine. Stop wasting your time on someone you’ll never have.”
The tension is thick between them and for a moment she fears that things will escalate but that’s when Yi-jin’s sunbae returns seemingly from the bathroom, looking a touch more sober.
“Thank you for coming to get him. This is Yi-jin’s assistant by the way, have you two already been introduced?”
Assistant huh? She huffs before starting to lift up her limp boyfriend throwing his arm over her shoulder.
“Yes, we’ve been introduced.”
It’s not a complete lie. The woman knows who she is, that’s most important.
“Good, good. Well I’ll call her a cab, should I get one for you two as well?”
She considers it but only for a second, Yi-jin doesn’t live too far and maybe a brisk walk will sober him up a little.
“No. It’s okay we’ll walk.”
“Are you sure? It’s late, Yi-jin would have my head if he was sober.”
Well maybe he shouldn’t have drank his weight in soju then he would have a say in this, she thinks with a vindictive shrug. Undoing her scarf to wrap around his neck letting him lean his weight on her thankful for all of her strength training.
“He lives close. We’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Come on Ran-ah I’ll get you a cab. Next time you should go earlier, don’t try to keep up with Yi-jin he’s a drunkard.” She has a mild urge to defend her boyfriend but this is the third time this week, she can’t argue with facts. At least he wasn’t drinking alone anymore.
Ran-ah doesn’t react at first, looking annoyed at her and she smiles brightly in response.
“Thanks for calling me. I’ll take him home first before he wakes up and starts acting …….frisky.” Her word choice gets a scandalized brow lift from Jung-hyuk and a very satisfying scowl from Ran-ah, with a slight bow she walks away Yi-jin dragging his feet beside her.
“Shouldn’t we help Yi-jin oppa?”
“He’s fine now. His baby has got him, he’s in good hands. You need to worry about yourself.”
Jung-hyuk is a good friend. A great friend actually, the best friend that Yi-jin has besides her. She’ll buy him a meal the next time she sees him he deserves it.
The temperature has dropped severely since she arrived and she shivers in place, jumping as something brushes against her neck.
It’s her scarf. Yi-jin is wrapping it back around her neck.
“You’re up?”
He doesn’t reply at first too preoccupied putting the scarf around her and then taking his jacket off and throwing it over her shoulder, she snuggles into the thick wool like material. She had forgotten her jacket in her rush to get over here. But thank goodness she had, there were bugs all around him. She was more than happy to exterminate them.
“She’s just my assistant and basically a kid compared to us. What was all that about Na Hee-do?” She stops at his accusatory words, turning to look at him sharply. His cheeks were slight a bit red but nothing like when she’d first entered the restaurant.
Was he seriously trying to scold her right now?
“Were you even drunk?” She accuses him right back, starting to move away.
He looks slightly guilty, “Not as drunk as I acted. I didn’t know how to get away. I knew if I acted really drunk then Sunbae would call you and I could leave.”
So he had been acting. She blushes remembering that kiss, what had possessed him to go that far in front of other people?
Was it because of that woman?
“She likes you.”
It’s obnoxiously obvious and she’s ready to argue with him when he denies the claim, rebuttals already waiting on her tongue.
“I know.”
She stops at his calmly stated words. Staring up at the night sky instead of her insane boyfriend.
“But you still want me to be kind to her? When she’s all over you even though she knows about me? How many others are there? Do I need to come tell all of them you’re mine?”
She hadn’t been lying, he did live close by. His building only a few paces away from them now and she’s grateful because of she stays much longer this might turn into a real fight.
“Get upstairs safely. I’ll talk to you later.” She turns around deciding she’ll keep his jacket for now, it’s payment for this frustrating night.
“You said that you didn’t get jealous. You tease me so much, but look at you ready to abandon me because you’re so jealous.” There’s so much joy in his voice and she wants to argue with him but there’s too much evidence against her, it’s pointless. The truth was that she got jealous on a regular, there were always eyes on her boyfriend but her saving grace was that his eyes were always on her so he never even noticed all the attention he garnered.
Huffing loudly, she spins around letting her emotions float up to the surface.
“Fine! I’m jealous, are you happy about that? Why would I want to see anyone else touching you? Why were you even drinking with her, you always glared at me when I mentioned getting drinks with Jun-ho op- Jun-ho! But now you’re getting drinks with a junior who has a crush on you. You’re such a hypocrite!”
His eyes get larger and larger with her rant, she hopes that he didn’t notice her slip with Jun-ho. She didn’t do it for him, she just didn’t feel like calling him oppa right now.
He stares at her long and hard before reaching over to pull her into a hug. She fights him, kicking and pushing but it’s futile he’s too strong even slightly tipsy still.
“Stop fighting me.”
She does stop but not because he told her to, she’s just tired it’s been a long day and she came to get him straight from training.
“It’s not what you think. I was only getting a drink with Jung-hyuk. He’s getting married so I was celebrating with him. She was there when I came back from the bathroom, said her friends had bailed on her and asked if she could sit with us. We felt bad for her so we invited her to stay. That’s it. She mentioned buying me a meal and I told her that I had a girlfriend, I thought that she got the message.”
“Well she didn’t.”
“I think she did now. You said it loud and clear.”
She pretends not to know what he means but the asshole doesn’t stop there. He was just as petty as her.
“Baek Yi-jin is mine. Don’t waste your time trying to get what belongs to me.” He says high pitched and haughty.
She yells in protest, “I didn’t say that last part! Stop making it sound worst.”
She shoves him away hard, cheeks stained a fiery red hating that satisfied smirk on his face.
“You’ve done worst! What about when you threatened that guy at the coffee shop? You told him that if he kept staring at me you’d make sure it was the last thing he ever saw!”
“And I meant it. He was making you uncomfortable.”
She hates the heat that sears at the dark promise in his words, she’d felt this on that day too. She almost stopped going to that coffee shop to avoid seeing that man, he didn’t try to hide his ogling at all his gaze hard on her chest and legs. After Yi-jin’s threat she hadn’t seen him again.
“But you have nothing to worry about, I’ll talk to Ran-ah and if she can’t be professional I’ll get a new assistant.”
That makes the tightness in her chest loosen minutely, she hates how much seeing someone flirt with him affected her. She’s never been like this before him, she doesn’t want to lose him.
“What are you thinking about? I don’t mind that you got jealous, I like that you’re possessive of me. You know I feel the same way about you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about her hands on you. She wants to take my place. I could see it all over her face, I could read everything going through her mind. It still makes me mad.”
She confesses and he looks pleased, reaching out to take her hand before pulling it over and placing her palm in his chest.
“Do you feel that?”
His heart is thumping under her hand. It does nothing to qualm the fever under her skin.
“You know that I belong to you body and soul, but you also own this Hee-do. Every beat of my heart is yours too so don’t be upset, just take what’s yours and ignore everything else. Nobody could ever take your place, come upstairs and I’ll show you exactly what you mean to me.”
Her body quivers from the promise lighting up at his words, taking in a deep breath she returns his hard stare not backing down.
“No.”
He looks shocked and then hurt at her denial his grip on her hand loosening until their hands hang between them, finger tips barely touching. Then she steps closer, placing her arms around his waist and tugging delighted at the low pitched grunt he releases.
“Tonight I’m going to show you what you mean to me.”
She makes good on her word, pushing him through his bedroom door as soon as they’re in his apartment. The bed bounces as she shoves him on it and he’s a mess as she tugs down his pants and swallows what he offers. It’s far from perfect, it’s the first time she’s done this to him but all his noises encourage her to keep going. She licks and sucks at his thick length until his salty flavor floods her mouth, it feels unimaginably big in her mouth and when he erupts she struggles to swallow it all.
But never one to back down from a challenge, she tries her best almost choking around him.
“Hee-do! I love you! I love you so much.”
She has his dick in her mouth so his confessions of love aren’t surprising.
Later after he’s spent and her jaw is sore, she collapses on his chest exhaustion catching up with her.
“I really do. I’m so in love with you Na Hee-doo. Only you. Only ever you.”
Fine. She takes him more seriously now. He made her heart flutter.
She would probably still get jealous at times. It was inevitable but this helps, him soft and dazed beneath her. Confessing his feelings to her over and over. His naked body on display for her hungry eyes. Nobody else gets to see him like this. Only her.
Pairing: Semi x Female Reader Characters: Semi Eita, Ushijima Wakatoshi Rating: NSFW Content:bondage, public play, biting/marks, creampie, hair pulling, breeding kink, Katoptronophilia (arousal from sex in front of a mirror), face-fucking
“Heyo! I’m back with a member of our pretty setter squad <3 This one is fairly tame in comparison to some of my other posts but still just giving y’all a heads up :)” Okay so that ^^^ was when I was first writing this. Uhhh I’m just gonna say this post got REAL KINKY REAL FAST (I blame my wifey, love you bubs)
This is after the time-jump where Semi is in his 20s x
Semi: Hey bunny, you still okay to come with me tonight? You: Of course! What time is it again? Semi: It starts at 8 and ends at 11 You:Okay great! I’m pretty sure I know what I’m wearing Semi:Perfect <3 Also I’m just gonna meet you there okay? I gotta pick up something along the way You: Okay, see you there xx
You slide your phone back onto the glass table that Semi insisted to buy -all the while you owned a perfectly fine wooden table- and stand from your seat. It’s 2 hours before you need to leave for the event.
Semi had received a call from his old high school friend Ushijima telling him that he was being scouted at a black-tie event and wondered if Semi would like to come. For old times sake he said. Wasting no time Semi accepted, compromising with going if he could bring you along.
You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body dripping with water soon turning cold on exposure to the air. As you dry your hair, you throw on some makeup. Smokey tones accent your eyes as well as small wings made from your eyeliner. You glance down to your lips in dire need of some gloss.
With the time it took to shower, do your makeup and then your hair, you had a little less than an hour to slip into your dress and head to the event location. The thing about this dress, it’s new. One your boyfriend has never seen before. You already know that he will love every square inch of it purely because you’re the one that will wear it. As your feet glide over to your shared closet, something else catches your attention. You tongue grazes over your teeth as a devious idea takes over your mind.
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Countless bodies fill the space that hosts the event. The place itself being an exceedingly large property, one would say a mansion. It’s cascading staircase makes you feel like you’ve just stepped in to a Gatsby party. Your eyes wander to the outfits that present themselves to your vision, all appearing elegant and well-kept. With your eyes scanning the room, you notice the familiar face of Ushijima. You squeeze past a group of men standing around drinking from a shared flask. “Toshi!” You wave to him from a few feet away. Ushijima glances up from his watch that lay on his wrist. “Hey Y/N,” he smiles warmly at you before pulling you in for a hug. “It’s been a while. How are you?” “A while? More like 3 or 4 years,” You laugh. “I’ve been good. Heard you’re a very desirable player. Good on you Wakatoshi.” He ruffles a hand through his hair and grins sheepishly. “Guess so, I’d like to think I’ve improved since Shiratorizawa.” “Geez if that were even possible Mr Prodigy.” You say as you lightly push him. He rolls his eyes with a smile, obvious that he’s missed your bright presence. “Also have you seen Semi around? I was supposed to just meet him here.” Ushijima ponders for a second, scratching his freshly shaved chin. “I did see him, I think he went to the bathroom.” You glance towards the staircase. “Oh okay thank you!”
You heels make that distinct click as you hike up the seemingly never ending stairs. As you reach the top you notice a hallway, assuming it’s where the bathrooms will be, you trudge towards it. Expensive art fills the walls, capturing your attention with every new array of colours that fill a canvas. “Holy shit…” You hear someone mutter under their breath from behind your back. You turn to see Semi with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. You smile at him and plant a kiss on his cheek. It doesn’t phase him, he remains staring at your body, now fulling engulfing your dress. It’s a deep purple velvet dress that hugs your chest and waist but flows back down your hips. If that weren’t enough, large slits ran up the fabric in front of both of your legs, exposing them to the public eye. Semi cleaned up quite well, the sight of him in a suit stirs something deep inside of you that you don’t care to visit quite yet. “You look… incredible…” He gawks, grazing his hand over your hip and pulling you in closer to him. “Not too bad yourself, stud.” You say while straightening his tie. “You should wear a suit more often.” “And this…” He motions towards your dress. “Why have I never seen this before? Fuck it looks amazing.” His hands find themselves moving further down your body. You smirk to yourself, wondering whether or not you should let him keep going. “We should probably go back to the event.” “Yeah…” Semi agrees yet never moves his feet. You roll your eyes and playfully slap his arm. He snaps out of his state and bites his lip. “Come with me.”
Semi grabs your hand and drags you down to the very end of the hallway. He opens the door and pushes you inside, it’s a bathroom much to your surprise. “Semi what are you–” He cuts you off with a kiss. A desperate one that says a thousand words about how badly he wants you. “I’m sorry I just– I need you– I can’t help it.” One thing you had a love-hate relationship with was his insane libido, you knew no matter what you wore the night would end this way. In mere seconds Semi lifts you up onto the basin and spread your legs. The only thing blocking his sight being the one bit of fabric from the leg slits that covered your sex. He throws it over one of your thighs and sticks two of his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them, making sure to wet them just how you like it, already knowing where they will end up. His eyes trail down, catching a full view. He gulps loudly. “No panties?” You smile and shake your head. Semi exhales a suppressed scoff to himself before suddenly sliding his fingers inside of you. “Fuck… such a pretty girl hm?” You let out a short giggle and place your hand on his cheek, snapping him out of his trance. “I think you should take a closer look.” With a confused frown on his face, he does as you say. Returning his eyes to your sex now noticing thin rope wrapped by the joints of your leg. His eyes snap up to your own. “Are you…?” You nod your head and bite your bottom lip. “I put on another dress I thought you’d like.”
Semi’s eyes fill with the sheer animalistic desire to tear your clothes and mate right there. He reaches his hands up your dress, running over your hips and pulling the thin fabric up with them. “You’re being surprisingly gentle.” You say, nuzzling at his neck. His intoxicating smell of expensive cologne and mint almost sends you dumb on the spot. “I know you’ll kill me if I rip this dress.” He states, eyes still not leaving your figure. As his hands reach your chest, you raise your arms, allowing him to pull the dress over your head. The sight of your body wrapped expertly with rope seemed to overwhelm him. His eyes now dark and filled with a lust that was unavoidable. “Baby… do you remember the safe word?” He asks, holding himself back from doing anything before he was certain that he could. You wrap your legs around his waist and kiss at his neck. “Of course.” “Y/N I’m not going to be gentle.” He warns, the veins on his hands coming to surface as he remains held back. “Good.” You purr in his ear.
Semi wastes no time to pull you off of the basin and grip your chin, forcing you to get on your knees while staring him straight in the eyes. “You’re going to be a good little pet and take what I give you, understand?” You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from his. One of his hands wraps tightly around your hair whilst the other pulled out his fully erect cock. Already knowing by instinct, you immediately take his full length down your throat with no prior preparation. Semi smirks down at you, admiring his already drooling mess of a girlfriend. “That’s a good girl, so obedient.” His free hand rests on the basin by your head, gripping the fine marble while you choke back on him. With no warning, he takes over. Holding your hair tightly in place so your head doesn’t move while he fucks your face. The sounds of your muffled gags and choking fills the room making you pray no one walks past and hears. Your nails dig in to the back of his thighs as he pushes himself further into your throat than you thought you could handle.
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Even after coming, he still hasn’t calmed down. You gulp loudly, knowing that you have bitten off far more than you can chew. Semi forces you to bend over the sink, all the while a mirror stands before you, adding to the humiliation. In an instant, he bottoms out completely inside of you, thrusting up brutally into your insides. Tears stream down your cheeks along with your makeup as you feel yourself being bruised and torn from the inside. “Such a pretty baby. That hurt didn’t it? What a good girl taking it without complaining.” Semi cooes while you squeeze your eyes shut and grip the basin. As he picks up a stable rhythm, your pain subsides, allowing for more pleasure to fill your body in all the ways you had craved. You allow yourself to fall slave to his cock, wanting to do anything it takes to keep the pleasure going. With his fastening pace, you moan into your arm, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Semi titters at you and slams his hips harder against your body, reaching much further than before.
“Beg for it.” He growls in your ear, sending chills down your spine. With a broken and breathy voice, you cry out. “Please! Semi fill me! Breed me like a bunny! Please!” In an event you didn’t even know was possible, he grew larger inside of you. Stretching your hole to an almost painful extent. If you didn’t know any better you’d mistake it for knotting. The bulge in your stomach grows in size as he scrambles your insides. He pulls your hair to force you to look at yourself in the mirror. Mascara running down your cheeks and hickies all over your neck and chest. A sight quite beautiful of you being absolutely ruined by your feral boyfriend. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, bunny. My little cum slut.” Semi snarls before biting down hard on your neck. You yelp and tilt your head back, allowing him more access as he runs his tongue over the teeth marks. His hand previously gripping the ropes on your hip raises itself into the air before coming down hard on your exposed ass. A loud slap echoes through the room as a sharp sting finds itself where his hand made contact. You slap your hand to your mouth to hold back a squeal of pain.
With Semi’s fingers digging in to your hips, you assist in bringing him his orgasm. Pushing back against him causing a slapping sound to ricochet through the air. Your tongue falls out of your mouth as you chase the air that couldn’t quite seem to fill your lungs. It only makes Semi snicker at you. “Already gone dumb, baby?” You can’t form a proper sentence. It’s like your mind has been overcome with a thick fog of lust. You look up at him with glossy eyes and whimper, the only way you can express that you need more. More pleasure. More thrusts. More friction. More. “Fuck-!” Semi half-groans, still grasping at his feeble attempt to keep quiet. He pulls your hair forcing you to tilt your head onto his shoulder before planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. His tongue swirling against your own. You can already tell the face he’s making, the one he always makes when he’s especially close. Flushed cheeks, mouth agape to make room for his moans and a slight frown as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Look at yourself while I fill you up.” He commands. You immediately obey, staring back into the mirror at your almost unrecognisable face. Your back arches as you rapidly approach the hot, white waves of your climax. The heat in your stomach reaches to a burning point where you’re at the very tipping point of your release. Following suit of your orgasm comes Semi’s as he spills his cum deep inside of you, making sure none of it drips out. The both of you cry out for each other before your legs give out and you drop to your knees. You look up at Semi who’s smiling down at you. He grips your chin with his thumb and lays a sweet kiss on your lips. “What a good bunny.” He says, crouching down to your level. “Now, I want you to keep all of that cum inside, okay? We’re nowhere near finished but you just gotta get through the rest of this event without making a mess.” Your mouth gapes. “But–” “But what? You knew what you were doing when you tied yourself in ropes.” He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles gently. “Now spend this time preparing yourself, because when we get home not only am I gonna fill you until you physically can’t hold any more…” He inhales sharply, licking his lips in the process. “I’m also gonna ruin these pretty legs of yours.”
SEMI DESERVES SOME APPRECIATION. I SAID WHAT I SAID. Love you guys also I haven’t forgotten about my current series (the Kuroo and Mad Dog ones) just working on some other drafts as well :)
Semi Eita has an attitude problem and it starts with you. But you are the one he ends his day with too, and maybe you can convince yourself that’s enough.
thank you so much miki @undermattsun please go adore her skate rats like I do if you haven’t yet
If anything should have tipped you off on what kind of day it would be, it should have been the way you walked in and almost choked on the thick waft of smoke being blown your way. A heavy tobacco smell that you’re not familiar with, and a wide, gleaming grin behind the white curtain as you shake it away with your hand. Yamagata gives you a quick up and down, before smiling wider and throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Yo, Semi! You got company!” He moves aside a bit more to usher you inside, even though you have plenty of room to move past him. As you walk further into the warm, somewhat musty room, Yamagata has the indecency to smack your ass when your back is turned to him, just lifting his slit eyebrow when you squeak. “Good to see you here again, pet.”
