Intoxicated - Yandere Semi Eita x Female Reader

ᘉᓍᗷᓍᕲᖻ

"Hello? Police? I'd like to report a missing person." 

Mr. (l/n) was frantically on the phone with the police while his wife paced around the house. 

"My daughter, (f/n) (l/n) went missing on the 15th of September, two days ago. She said she would be home on the 15th, but when she didn't return this morning I my wife and I got worried and d-decided to fill out a missing person report," He stated anxiously.

"Why didn't I call sooner? Well she's always been somewhat of the rebellious type. Sometimes she'd sneak out at midnight, or stay longer at her friend's houses without informing us. My wife just thought is was one of those cases, but we've gone a full day without hearing from her." 

He nodded once. "Yes," 

"Thank you." 

He hung up and turned towards his wife. "They're sending over an officer in a few minutes." He sighed. 

"Where could she have gone (dad's name)? Where would our baby go?" (mom's name) cried into her husbands arm. 

All he could do was stroke her hair gently while they waited for the officer to show up.

Half an hour later, an officer knocked on their door. 

When Mr. (l/n) answered, he was furious. "How dare you not prioritize my daughter's disappearance?? We could've already been looking for her if you hadn't waddled your ass over her." He huffed. 

"(dad's name), calm yourself. I'm sorry, I understand that you have a lot of cases to attend to in Miyagi." Mrs. (l/n) gave a quick bow and apologized, letting the officer into their home. 

He brushed past them; annoyed. 

"When was the last time you contacted your daughter?" 

"The 14th, when she let us know she'd be stay at a friend's house." 

"Which friend?" 

"(friend's name) (friend's last name)"

The officer scribbled down some notes before continuing. "Was your daughter romantically involved with anyone?" The couple shook their heads no. 

"Anyone you may have, perhaps, not been informed of?" 

While Mr. (l/n) shook his head no again, his wife spoke up. "Actually, she might have been seeing a boy from her school behind our backs. She and him were so close."

The officer arched an eyebrow.

"Akihiro Higa. He's around 6'0 and a second year at Shiratorizawa. Those two are always around each other." She nodded. 

The officer scribbled down some more notes. 

"A few more questions and this will become an official case." 

                                                                              ~

(l/n) had resorted to only taking small nibbles at her food. It been a few days since she ate a full meal. Semi was still patient, as she wasn't doing anything to outright defy him. 

The two watched a movie chosen by Semi that night. 

Halfway through the movie however, (l/n) passed out from exhaustion and Eita took that chance to change her bandages again. Her wound was healing nicely, almost completely gone at that point. Turning off the tv, Semi gathered the girl in his arms and took her upstairs to his room, tucking her into his bed before slipping in, sleeping on the side closest to the door.

He wrapped his arm around her and faded into sleep. 

The next morning, (l/n) woke up first. Semi had turned around to face the door. She sat up carefully and checked the time. 6:56 am. 

She got up cautiously, wincing at every creak the bed made and surprised she hadn't been tied up. Only then, she studied her surroundings and realized she was in Semi's room. 

Did we... do it last night?

She shuddered at the thought of her unconscious body, the boy licking his lips and staring at it. (l/n) stole another look at Semi's sleeping figure.

She didn't have much time, she knew he got up early. 

She tread lightly and quietly down the stairs, desperately trying to avoid creaks in the floorboards, and made her way to the front door. She turned the handle and noticed it was locked with a heavy padlock. 

Shit, when did he get that?? 

She paused, trying to think of a way out. 

Backdoor?

Then.

She heard the alarm go off. 

(l/n) sprinted to the back door and shook and turned the knob violently, hoping it would open. When it didn't, she knew she should just play it safe. Running to the kitchen, the girl grabbed an egg from the fridge and cracked into a bowl, starting to furiously whisk the egg as the boy rubbed his eyes and ran down the stairs, physically relaxing when he saw her at the kitchen counter. 

He tried to silently come up behind the girl, but it didn't help that he was taller (or not if you're  tall royalty) and heavier than her and even she couldn't make it soundlessly. 

He leaned his head on her shoulder. 

"What are you making?" He asked, breathing in the smell of her hair. 

(l/n) shuddered again, remembering the thoughts of last night. 

"An o-omellete." She responded. The boy stiffened, a little surprised but content she had started eating again. Semi's finger danced around her hips, making their way around before closing around her waist; pulling her closer to him.

She stopped for a second and pushed his hands away, but they only returned a minute later. For a second time, she pushed his hands away and turned on the pan.

When they closed around her a third time, she turned around, pressed again the counter. 

"What are you doing?" She scoffed. "Isn't it obvious?" He said before pushing his lips onto hers and placing his knee between her legs. (l/n) leaned back on her hands, unsteady from the sudden kiss. Semi's tongue brushed her lips, seeking permission to enter, but the girl denied. 

When he stopped, (l/n) wiped her lips as he caressed her face. "(f/n) I've been a very patient man... Won't you let me in?" He whispered as he pressed his nose into the crook of her neck, pushing them together more. 

She shivered and shook her head, denying him anything. "What happened last night?" She asked softly, trying not to overstep her limits. 

"Nothing. You were tired and I took you to bed." He confirmed. His heart was beating slowly and steadily, a calming rhythm. 

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

She pushed him off again, and when she saw the look in Semi's eyes, it was clear she had made a mistake. They were burning, hoping for something. Hungry for something. 

He came back again and forced their lips together, this time not bothering for permission before snaking his tongue into (l/n)'s mouth. Eita was sloppy, but effective. He attacked her bottom lip, nibbling on it until she cried into the kiss. When they parted, a string of saliva connected them as they stood there, panting. 

Semi came at her again, this time leaving light marks on her jaw, neck, and collarbone; urged on by the faint uncontrollable moans coming from (l/n), mainly the boy's name. She clutched his hair tightly and let her knees go weak. 

When the parted a second time, she had faint purple bruises where his lips were. And she was disgusted. "Get off of me!" She shouted and ran upstairs.