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It's finally the weekend and you dropped by the bar because why not? And you knew Semi tended to show up here around this time.
You expect him to come around but definitely not so soon. Or to walk straight towards you as soon as you stepped in.
“What the…” you whispered under your breath as the man of your dreams closed the distance, the dim lights illuminating.
“Hey.” His voice cut through the booming music, too impossible to ignore.
You blinked, steadied yourself, and shot your shot, “Hey, Semi. My all-time favorite.”
His lips parted immediately at your words like you’d knocked the breath out of him with just a single line. Now, using both of his hands, he held both side of your shoulder and spoke, “You didn’t see what I wrote?” impatience slipping into his tone, like he couldn’t believe you weren’t reacting.
You saw it. You saw every word. How could you not when it was written bold as day? But pretending not to was much more fun.
You let your eyes narrow slightly, leaning in just a bit. Then slowly, you let your gaze trail over him. First his eyes, then the bridge of his nose, then his mouth and finally back to his eyes again.
“No,” you murmured.
“What is it?” You pouted just enough to tease, your lips curving and there. You caught it immediately. The way Semi’s breath hitched. The way his eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering for too long.
“I wrote my number. Tryna shoot my shot, you know?” Semi said, his voice was very deep and dominant as he took slow steps towards you.
You backed up without thinking, each step he took pushed you closer until your back gently hit the wall behind you. The music thumped somewhere in the background, but all you could hear was your own heartbeat and the low rasp of his breath. With much boldness, you lifted a hand and brushed your fingers along his cheek, slow and seductive.
“How’d you find me?” you asked, your eyes flicking between his lips and his gaze.
Semi didn’t look away, not even once. His eyes stayed locked on yours, steady and unblinking, like he was reading every reaction you gave him. “You sure I was the one looking for you?”
Leaning just close enough for your breath to mix with his. A confident, smirk is now displayed. “Not the other way around?”
Your smile widened.
Of course it was planned. You knew his favorite bar, the nights he usually showed up, the timing he preferred. None of this was coincidence.
“Bingo.” You cupped his face smiling.
Semi's lips met yours when you leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back with a quiet groan, hands finding your waist as if he’d been wanting this just as badly. The kiss deepened, unhurried but heated, like neither of you wanted to be the first to pull away unless you can't breathe anymore.
It's wild that the man you thought you’d only ever admire from a distance is kissing you right now, hungry and devouring you on a random weekend night like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Semi’s breath was uneven as he broke away, lips brushing your neck, “Wanna go to my place?" he whispered, with still heavy breathing.
The moment the door closed, his hands was allover you. Right hand cupping something from your chest, the other hand holding your waist to steady you.
"Semi," you moaned in between kisses.
"Pull it down, I wanna eat you." His words were so vulgar that it made you feel something in your stomach. And God, the way he says it? It made you more turned on than you already are.
"I haven't washed up yet-"
"Don't fucking care," he says with impatience and pulled it down himself with so much force that the garters made a sound when he did it.
"Semi!" you exclaimed in pitched voice, not even noticing how you sounded because of his impatience to lie you down onto the bed. But even though he's impatient and is aggressive, the way he lay you down was so gentle, it didn't even register that you're already lying down with him kneeling at the edge of the bed spreading your legs.
"Good, keep calling my name, beautiful," he says before devouring you.
He opened your legs wider, licking like he's experiencing drought, tongue circling and his mouth sipping and slurping the juices coming out of your cunt.
You felt him smile when you arched your back and raked his hair with force.
"Fuck, don't stop..."
The vibration from his silent "mhm" was all it took to have your legs shaking, feeling that pulsation and tingling sensation from your abdomen before you explode.
Semi stayed there, patient and focused, like he had nowhere else he’d rather be. Like he was determined to memorize every reaction, every shiver, every quiet gasp he pulled from you just by devouring you completely.
Not long after, your hips moved of their own accord, tiny shudders wracking you as the tension inside you built higher and higher. Every touch, every press of his mouth and hands, pushed you closer, your muscles tensed and shook, your breath caught in ragged gasps, and your back arched as heat and pleasure coursed through you.
"I feel.. weird.. wait- ah!"
Not all at once, but in a sudden surrender. A rush swept through you, warmth blooming and spilling outward, as if your body had finally decided it was safe to let go. But Semi didn't stop making your legs shake more.
"Semi!" you moaned when he didn't stop.
"Fuck, wait I feel weird... I- please wait-" you moaned as you clung to him instinctively.
Then it happened.
Your muscles trembled, your thoughts scattered. It felt like a dam opening, warmth rushing through you in a sudden, uncontrollable spill, as if your body had decided to stop holding back altogether. The sensation rolled outward in waves, leaving you gasping, spine arched on instinct.
"Holy shit..." Semi pulled away when a fountain of erotic juices came out like piss from your cunt.
"Fuck.. I told you sto-" His lips crashed on to you.
What seemed to end, continued when his hand found your clit and rubbed it in circles quick and with force. Your legs trembled, hips tilting without thought, body reacting before your mind could even catch up. Every gasp, every shiver, every gush, every moan felt amplified under his attention, and it was impossible to hide just how much he had you in control.
"Semi, holy shit..." you gasped as gush of juices splatter everytime his finger moves.
"Shit you're squirting like fucking crazy, yeah?" His dirty talk made you shiver from excitement, embarrassment and erection.
He's just so good at it.
"Give me more, beautiful" He whispers as his hand added more pressure and moved more faster.
Uncontrollable moans filled the hotel room. Loud and clear. Echoing all over the space as he fiddles with your cunt, the ither hand pinching your nipple, his mouth nibbling your neck.
He leaned closer, lips brushing your temple, whispering deep groans against your skin, steady and patient, like he could make time itself slow down just so he could savor every reaction, every shiver, every gasp from you.
Semi earned a loud moan from you when pleasure coursed through you.
He held you through it, letting you ride it out completely, his hands steadying you as your body shook and trembled uncontrollably.
When it passed, your chest heaved, you felt your cunt sore, and your mind was hazy from the intensity of everything that had just happened.
"Good girl..." he whispers innocently as he sat you on his lap.
“You good?” he asked with a soft concern in it like he didn't just overstimulate you a while ago. Just seconds ago.
You nodded and breathed heavily, chest rising and falling. Without thinking, you shifted slightly, leaning closer to him, letting your hands touch his cock with the cloth in between the touch making a dark tension sparking between you two.
A low groan escaped him and in a swift motuon, he already pulled down his pants.
He leaned on the bed beside you while you starting touching him raw, cock twitching, pre-cum leaking.
God he's big.
Every subtle movement of your hand and fingers, every brush, was magnified, electric, and unrelenting. You felt him react to your touch, and you mirrored him instinctively when he started touching you again.
You both let your bodies move together in a quiet, intimate rhythm that needed no words.
The way you both move in sync, the heat between you fired more. The unspoken, mutual need fired more. Drowned in pleasure it felt like the world outside the room didn’t exist at all. Every shift, every press, every subtle motion kept building, a silent, shared intensity that left both of you trembling, completely consumed by each other's desire.
Your movements slowed when you felt the familiar sensation again. You noticed how his motion slowed down as well.
"Keep going, I'm gonna fucking cum" his words made your legs tremble, made your shoulder shudder, and made your climax reach you faster. He's just so hot when he talks dirty.
Then you both felt it.
Both of you came at the same time making the room quiet except for you and Semi's ragged breaths.
You melted against him, still trembling, as he held you close. Your arms curled around him, fingers tangling in the back of his shirt, just holding on, feeling the steady weight of him beneath you. His hands stroked lightly along your sides and back, he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Damn, you're beautiful even when you're a mess," he whispered, looking at you with a smile and chuckled.
You let out a teasing laugh and whispered near his ear, “No wonder you’re my all-time favorite,” voice seductive and breathless.
“I was never wrong… about what you can do to me.” you murmured.