Ok U Caught Me Im Stupid

ok u caught me i’m stupid

i lied, i actually don't like sex. put your clothes back on. i'm going to spend three hours explaining why miles morales and yuuji itadori would be the perfect pair of besties.

happy birthday to this lad who i hope never sees this blog or i will disappear off the face of the earth :D

(him if he ever sees my writing)

i need him so bad

gojo satoru peace sign collection ✌️

hi omg i love your works ,, would you ever write eita semi smut?

⍣ ೋ captain save a hoe

˚ · . semi x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ semi is a nasty band member, audio recording, i promise semi loves reader tho, cheating, semi-public sex, cockwarmimg, ofc ill do semi eita smut he's like one of the prettiest haikyuu boys >.<

yeah, you wanna kill me 'cuz i fucked ya bitch

semi's hands fondle and stay on your ass, his lips capturing yours into a lazy kiss.

despite the seriousness of this all, you still can't help but grin against his lips, giggling when you feel him reciprocating your contagious smile. "stop it~," you squeal, wrapping your hands around his neck while you readjust your grip of your legs around his waist.

"you're cute," he rasps, his hands still firm against your ass. his eyes are low, full of love and lust as he holds you against him. "you're cute too," you praise back, one of your hands reaching up to entangle with his soft grey locks.

you're currently sitting on his lap, the only thing still on you from the previous evening is your bandeau top and thong. semi is wearing everything aside from his shirt, his pants and boxers pulled down to his thighs. your thong is pulled to the side, his cock fully sheathed into your warm walls.

the two of you have been in this position for almost an hour, basking in each other's presence. neither of you feel a twinge of guilt nor shame, you just can't help yourselves. he can't help the way he's drawn to you, nor help the way his cock twitches at the sight of your short denim skirt. you can't help the way you ignore your boyfriend's many phone-calls, too enamored by the sweet attention the famous band member gives you.

some will call it adultery, the two of you call it love.

"hey, i wanna try something with you." he whispers against your skin, placing sweet open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone. "hm? what is it?" you asks curiously, goosebumps rising on your skin at his warm touches.

he's pulling away from you at that, circling the spinning chair the two of you are in. there's a static hum coming from the audio-speaker when he presses a certain button before it silences when he presses another.

you're eyes widen with curiosity and surprise when he's then pulling a microphone towards your lips. "y-you want me to sing?" you ask bewildered, eyebrow raised with curiosity.

he smirks cheekily at your question. you gasp out when he's suddenly thrusting sharply into you, your hand gripping at his shoulder for purchase. "no, i want you to moan," he casually says, watching with amusement as you subconsciously moan and mewl into the microphone.

a couple of weeks later, your now ex-boyfriend is blowing your phone up with calls and texts, asking for an explanation after you sent him a link to semi's new song, featuring you and your sweet moans.

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