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…so that falin figure huh

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matsukawa issei x f!reader x semi eita — 18+, band au, fooling around in a hot tub, dry humping, handjob, fingering, (continued from)

“what do you think of the new song?”

matsukawa’s voice is low and smooth, and you have to lean in just a bit to hear him over the steady gurgling of the hot tub jets. his dark waves are damp from the rising steam, and the golden glow of the string lights that dot semi’s backyard reflects in his eyes as he looks at you. 

before you can fumble for an answer, semi leans his chin on your shoulder and smirks, “oh, she’s a big fan.”

you elbow him underwater, which doesn’t do you much good, considering you’re sitting in his lap. 

mattsun catches the movement, watching the two of you with open curiosity. “are you dating?” he asks curiously. 

a huff of amusement leaves semi’s lips, because he’s your best friend. and the two of you have fooled around plenty. you’ll probably sleep in his bed tonight, after all.

but semi wants you to fuck matsukawa.

he likes when he’s hanging out with seijoh and texts you some covert picture of matsukawa leaning against a wall wearing sunglasses and all black from head to toe, a cigarette hanging between his lips. and all you can reply back with is a string of unintelligible letters.

semi likes when he’s fucking you, when he asks if you touched yourself looking at the picture that he sent you, when he tells you that you’re definitely matsukawa’s type and feels you gasp and clench down on him.

“no,” semi tells him plainly, nose brushing against your cheek. “but the answer to your next question would still be yes, even if we were.”

the corner of matsukawa’s mouth twitches, and he meets your gaze. because it’s your answer he needs. “would it?”

you smile at him then. “depends on what your next question was.”

matsukawa laughs.

you’re thankful the party’s long-since died down when you find yourself in matsukawa’s lap, his mouth on yours. semi’s pressed up against your back, fingers stroking your sensitive, pebbled nipples through your swimsuit top.

you gasp against mattsun’s lips when semi pinches down, hot water splashing out over the side of the hot tub as you arch your back at the sharp sensation. matsukawa hushes you with his mouth, tongue sliding along the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss. your whine reverberates in his throat when semi undoes the knot from your top and exposes your bare, wet tits to the cool night air, fingers quick to take the place of the dripping material. 

arousal and need pulse between your thighs as you feel the outline of matsukawa’s dick pressed up against you, already growing dizzy at the promise of its length.

semi’s hand comes up to caress your jaw, his mouth ghosting matsukawa’s as he leans in to kiss you. 

“she likes it like this,” semi tells him, his hands wrapping around your waist and guiding you back and forth in the cradle of mattsun’s lap.

part of you wants to make a joke about dry humping.

about how like is a mild way to put it. about how you and semi have come in your pants more times than you can count like this on the couch. when a lazy makeout session turns into needy grinding and taking off your clothes comes secondary to the sensation of your soaking wet underwear sliding against your puffy folds while you rock over the outline of his cock—

about how there’s absolutely nothing dry about this at all right now.

but you don’t get a chance to, not when every last word dies in your throat as matsukawa splays a large palm flat against the dip of your lower back and pulls you in just as he rocks his hips upward.

“oh,” you moan, pleasure dancing white-hot over your nerves as you feel every last inch of matsukawa’s dick while he drags your cunt along the length of it.

“i like this, too,” matsukawa tells you, thumb stroking your chin as his other hand slips down into your bathing suit bottoms, long fingers cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “but i have a better idea.”

water sloshes as he turns you around, hooking your legs around the outside of his thighs so you’re spread open wide and facing semi. 

semi wastes no time in leaning in, mouth closing over your tits before he begins to suck. his tongue is hot as it laves over your sensitive nipple, and you keen, fingers tangling in his hair. he moans when you tug on it, sucking harder, free hand grasping the erection tented heavily at the front of his swim shorts. matsukawa’s dick is thick and hard where it rests between your ass cheeks.

long digits slide over your hip and tug aside your swimsuit bottoms, just enough for a middle finger to sink into your tight hole knuckle-deep. matsukawa groans when he feels how wet you are, slick and dripping with sticky arousal even in the hot tub, cunt fluttering around his touch and not to subtly begging for more as you buck your hips into it.

a sound of amusement rumbles in his throat, and his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “how about this then?”

your fingers wrap around semi’s cock, and his forehead falls against yours as he pants into your mouth. matsukawa’s other hand strokes your sensitive nipples, thumb rolling around each of the peaked buds like he's stroking a pick over the strings of his guitar.

semi takes your bottom lip between his teeth as matsukawa’s tongue presses hotly into the tender spot behind your earlobe, as he adds a second finger and stuffs both into your aching hole to the last knuckle. 

“yes,” you tell him, voice breaking on a whine. 

a third finger slides in, this one belonging to semi, their hands joining as one while they pump in and out of your cunt. and there's something wholly filthy about this that leaves you drunk on the feeling, that has drool pooling in the back of your mouth and a heady, untamed feeling unravelling in your gut.

(that has you on the verge of begging for more.)

(and isn't that funny, how greedy you can be, even with the long, dexterous fingers of two handsome guitarists stuffed inside of you at once.)

“so pretty like this, baby,” semi murmurs against your mouth, rutting his cock into your tight fist. “so fucking pretty.”

matsukawa hums in agreement, nose brushing against your cheek. “he’s right.”

something in your chest dips and swoops, licking its way down each notch of your spine before settling hot and sticky in your belly. 

you’re wholly bucking into semi and mattsun’s thrusts now as they fuck their fingers into you, ass dragging repeatedly over mattsun’s cock while you continue to pump semi’s with just as much fervor. 

and when your orgasm hits you, it’s enough to punch the air out of your lungs, pleasure cresting over your limbs in dripping, hot waves between murmurs of “that’s it” and “so goddamn pretty” and “good girl" while you moan and shake and choke out a sob.

semi follows right after, sinking somewhere between your lap and mattsun’s once his spent dick goes limp.

and for all that you’re prepared to indulge yourself in the mouth-watering urge to suck matsukawa’s cock, he doesn’t seem the least bit sorry to have come from rutting against the globes of your ass.

"the song sounds great, by the way," you eventually say while you're catching your breath. "both of you together is like a dream."

semi snorts.

mattsun raises his eyebrows. "oh?"

you drag a hand over your face, somehow embarassed even now while matsukawa's gently massaging your slick, oversensitive folds with one finger and semi's kissing your shoulder.

"singing together."

"uh huh," semi replies.

"just singing?" mattsun asks, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

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best friend!semi who makes a point not to warn you before you show up at the recording studio one afternoon to find out he’s laying down a new track with seijoh.

because he thinks it’s funny—the way you choke on your iced coffee in surprise the second your eyes land on their lead singer, matsukawa.

(he knows all about your crush, after all.)

and you’re helpless beneath the wave of goosebumps that crawls up and down your arms with fervor when semi and matsukawa harmonize on a verse.

(that, and the complete and total loss of air in your lungs when matsukawa tilts his head and smiles ever so slightly, eyes meeting yours with something you’re certain that you’re mistaking for interest.)

“you should go talk to him,” semi murmurs against the shell of your ear to be heard above the din of the party later, arm slung around your shoulders as you lean into him on his couch. he knocks his knee against yours.

“i don’t know him.” it’s a bad excuse, and you know it.

semi huffs out a laugh, lips hovering near the corner of your jaw. “i’ll introduce you.”

you glance across the room to find matsukawa watching both of you over the rim of a plastic cup.

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poly!matsemi au — in which semi and mattsun are working through chords for a new track, and you’re sitting on the couch in the latter’s home recording studio, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. an old blue flannel shirt that you stole from semi’s backseat sits draped over your shoulders.

semi’s deft fingers work across his guitar strings, and he blows a piece of messy hair out of his eyes before humming under his breath, eyes briefly meeting yours when you recognize the tune as one he’s been workshopping for months. meanwhile, mattsun’s lips brush against your temple when he leans in to swipe a new pick off of the coffee table, and you tilt your head back just enough to earn another kiss on the tip of your nose.

matsukawa returns to strumming, the sleeve of his sweatshirt slipping down from where it was shoved up to his elbow back down to his wrist, and before he can fix it himself, semi’s already got his hands on him, rolling it up.

and it’s then that you suddenly ask, “why don’t the two of you ever kiss?”

matsukawa looks over at you, mouth curved upward at the side. “what makes you think we haven’t?”

semi rolls his eyes, smirking. “it was one time, before…” he waves his hand between the three of you collectively, “…all of this. we were drunk.”

matsukawa adds, “it was in the bathroom after a show.”

“drunk and sweaty.”

“i can’t believe you never told me you hooked up with my crush,” you say to semi in mock offence, arms crossed.

semi sighs, “really drunk.”

matsukawa looks at you, eyes sparkling. “are you jealous?”

you huff, “yeah, that i didn’t get to watch.”

an undignified yelp leaves semi as matsukawa surges forward suddenly, hand grasping the back of his head as he crashes his lips against him in a rough, messy kiss.

oh.

semi blinks several time when he lets him go, and matsukawa immediately resumes picking his way up his guitar’s fretboard.

when neither of you say anything for a few moments, mattsun looks up and shrugs, talking around the guitar pick currently being held between his teeth, “make that twice.”

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mattsun definitely fucks to hozier.

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5:26 PM - Sylus is... In the dentist's waiting room?

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Aircraft Marshalling blobbu so Pilot Blobbu can land home safely ✈️✈️✈️

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Does this count as smau? 🐦‍⬛🧍‍♂️ im sorry if it doesn't

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So...... Are we ready for the rafayel angst?!? Omg he is not even my main but I still love him and they did him right 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Fishie looks so handsome 👀

It inspired me to somewhat finish this old Sketch i did of a.... Hungry and sad siren raf

he just wants to eat you..... Why are you being mean to him?He is just a little guy. 😔

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Someone’s been up for two days straight

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Sylus eats.

Like I’m talking he goes to town. The first time you eat a meal with him that’s more hands on, way better eaten with your fingers than your utensils, you kinda just… grow a bit awestruck. Because for some reason, watching Sylus chow down on a fucking greasy burger renders you speechless.

For one, you never imagined him to be someone who’d like such messy, greasy foods. Now? Your jaw is a bit slack, your pupils dilated as you watch him man handle that damn piece of food and go to fucking town.

He notices, of course, and his eyebrow is arching as a peculiar look crosses his face. Then? He’s swallowing, laughing a bit as he places the food back on the plate and wipes his mouth before licking his fingers clean.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, kitten.”

I had the most bizarre thought while half asleep last night and woke up still thinking about it so naturally I had to share it.

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Caught up in the rain, using Cait’s cloak for cover

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Royal (Hyena) and Jester (Tiger) practicing their dance moves before their next concert!

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Caleb enjoying his bday present 🙂‍↕️

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Shirt grab

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i um i um uh umm uhhh uuuum (grim belongs to @hakusins)