the cutest cutie in the entire world 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Blue collar!matt/chris who always treat you to dunkin in the early morning before they leave to go to work! Matt’s usually the one who grabs it while you and Chris have sleepy morning sex. Then when Matt comes back you and him have sex on the balcony as he enjoys his coffee and Chris showers

💘🩷💕💘 oh hi 💘💕🩷💘

Idk how many madison fans i have on here buttttt

SHE FUCKING GAGGED. i love her so much.

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡⸝⸝ sub!matt is always so needy . . .

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ᯓ𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦”

Nick wakes up before Lukas

Light bleeds in through the blinds, ugly and honest, and the first thing he sees is Lukas’s hoodie on the floor. Thrown there like it didn’t matter. Like it wasn’t something Nick had spent a full minute last night trying to peel off him, fingers clumsy, breathless, laughing and swearing because Lukas wouldn’t stop teasing him about it.

Just take it off already, Lukas had said in his low grumble-y voice, making Nick mortified and desperate at the same time.

The memory hits him in the chest now, sharp and warm.

He sits up slowly, taking inventory like he’s afraid the room might disappear if he moves too fast. Lukas’s jeans are by the door. Shirt draped over the chair. Socks nowhere to be found. Proof. All of it proof that last night actually happened and wasn’t just another thing Nick imagined to fall asleep.

Then he looks at the bed.

Lukas is still asleep, sprawled on his back like he owns the place. Hair a mess. Mouth slightly open. That stupid silver chain resting against his collarbone, the one he never takes off. Ever. Nick’s noticed that before. He notices everything about Lukas.

Nick lets himself look. Really look.

The sharp line of Lukas’s nose. The faint crease between his brows, even asleep like he’s already arguing with the world. The way his lashes lay perfectly across his eyelid, unfairly soft for someone who causes this much damage just by existing.

How the fuck did I get here, Nick thinks.

Falling for a “straight” guy. Classic. Predictable. Embarrassing. He’d told himself it was casual. Temporary. That he could handle it. That he wasn’t already in too deep.

But sitting here, surrounded by Lukas’s clothes, watching his chest rise and fall, Nick feels it settle in his bones.

He really fucking likes him.

That realization barely has time to ruin him before Lukas’s eyes flutter open.

Nick snaps his gaze away, heat flooding his face. He stares very intently at the wall like it personally offended him.

“Morning,” Lukas says, voice rough, amused already.

Nick groans. “Don’t.”

Lukas turns, propping himself up on an elbow. “Why? You shy now?” He smirks. “That’s not how you were last night.”

“Jesus Christ,” Nick mutters. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” Lukas says, leaning closer, “you were all over me.”

Nick hates how fast his heart starts racing again.

“Heat of the moment” Nick mutters.

“Oh really? Heat of the moment? Even when you were like Oh fuck Lukas! Harder!” Lukas imitates then bursts out laughing.

He could’ve sworn Nick was redder than a tomato as he went to hide his face. Lukas loved teasing Nick. He loved seeing his reactions and making him blush. Lukas thought it was the cutest thing ever, he couldn’t help but blush a little himself.

“Shut up!” Nick throws his pillow at Lukas.

Lukas just chuckles and stands up.

They get dressed. Slowly. Awkwardly. Except it’s… not awkward. Lukas doesn’t bolt. Doesn’t make a joke and disappear. They actually talk. Laugh. For once, it feels normal. Easy. Like maybe this could be something that doesn’t immediately implode.

So Nick takes the risk.

“Maybe,” he says, trying to sound casual, failing miserably, “we could… do this again. Sometimes.”

The air changes instantly.

Lukas stills. His grin falters just enough to notice. He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly fascinated by literally anything that isn’t Nick.

“Yeah,” he says too fast. “I mean. We’ll see.”

Nick’s stomach drops.

Before he can say anything else, Lukas’s phone lights up on the nightstand. A name flashes across the screen. A girl’s name.

Nick picks it up, hands it over, voice dry. “Another one in the rotation?”

Lukas chuckles like it’s nothing. Like he wasn’t just inside Nick under 8 hours ago and now has some other girl calling him. Nick couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy he desperately tried to ignore. “You’re funny,” Lukas says, already backing toward the door.

And then he’s gone.

After that, Lukas doesn’t avoid him. Which somehow feels worse. He’s around. Close enough to hurt. Not close enough to touch. Like Nick imagined everything.

Nick missed talking to him. Missed his lips, his touch, and as much as he hated to admit it, his dick missed it too.

So Nick goes to a party, hoping to find Lukas.

He tells himself it’s for closure. For answers. That’s bullshit, but whatever.

He finds Lukas exactly where he expects him to be. Dark corner. Loud music. Girl on his arm.

When Lukas spots Nick he immediately drops the girl on his arm and heads to Nick, dragging him to a private corner by the bar.

“Look at you coming to a party voluntarily” Lukas slurs, Nick can immediately tell he’s drunk.

Lukas’s hands are on Nicks hips immediately. Mouth at his ear. Words slurred and reckless and intimate in that way that only exists when Lukas isn’t sober enough to be scared.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Lukas whispers. “You know that, right?”

Nick lets it happen. Again. Because he wants him. Because he’s weak. Because hope is a disease.

He kisses him. Nick cant seem to ever pull away from this man. So Lukas does it for him.

“Fucking missed this.”

Nick doesn’t say anything. He wants to yell. Wants to ask him ‘why do you only want me when you’re drunk!’ But his words get caught in his throat when Lukas’s mouth goes to Nicks neck.

They stumble out of the party together but separated, Lukas couldn’t be seen being all romantic with Nick. Lukas drags Nick behind the building into an Alley.

“Want you here” he mutters.

Nick tries to protest but knows it’s useless. And as much as he tries to deny it, he wants this too.

The alley was a slice of shadow between two brick buildings, smelling of damp concrete and garbage. Lukas had Nick pinned against the rough wall, his body a solid weight trapping him. Nick’s breath hitched as Lukas’s hand, rough and warm, slid down the front of his jeans, palming the hard length straining against the denim.

This was a mistake. They were in public, anyone could walk by, but the thought was scattered like dust in the wind when Lukas’s fingers found his zipper. The metallic sound was obscenely loud in the quiet alley. Lukas yanked his jeans and boxers down just enough, exposing Nick’s ass to the cool air. He shivered, a mix of cold and anticipation.

“Stay quiet for me, Nick,” Lukas’s voice was a low growl in his ear, a command that made Nick’s cock twitch.

Lukas spat into his own palm, the wet sound followed by the slick heat of his fingers tracing Nick’s hole. Nick bit down on his lip, a strangled noise caught in his throat as one finger pushed inside. It was a dry, burning stretch. Lukas worked him open with quick, efficient movements, his other hand wrapping around Nick’s cock. He started to stroke, a slow, maddening rhythm that had Nick’s hips bucking involuntarily. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, smearing over Lukas’s thumb.

Nick’s mind was screaming that this was insane, that they should stop, but his body was a traitor. Each pull on his dick sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his spine, drowning out the voice of reason. He could hear the distant traffic, a siren, the sounds of the city that felt a world away from the desperate, filthy thing happening in this dark corner.

Lukas removed his fingers, and Nick felt the sudden, empty loss. He heard the sound of Lukas’s own belt buckle and zipper, then Lukas placed his hand infront of Nicks mouth, it took Nick a second to figure out what Lukas wanted, but when he connected the dots he immediately spat in Lukas’s hand and watched him coating his own length. Nick braced his hands against the wall, the brick scraping his palms.

“Ready?” Lukas asked, but it wasn’t really a question.

He pushed in. The head of Lukas’s cock breached the tight ring of muscle, and Nick cried out, the sound muffled against his own forearm. It was a sharp, searing pain, a punishing intrusion without proper lube. His body tried to reject it, tensing up, but Lukas just held him there, letting him adjust. The burn slowly faded into a deep, overwhelming fullness.

Lukas started to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The force of it knocked the air from Nick’s lungs, the back of his head pressing hard against the cool brick. Each thrust was deep and unrelenting, a brutal rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of Nick’s heart. The pain was still there, a dull ache beneath the pleasure, but it was being overshadowed, drowned out by the sensation of being so completely filled. And Lukas’s eye contact.

He couldn't think. All the reasons this was a bad idea, the fear of being caught, the lingering shame—it all dissolved into a haze of sensation. All that existed was the drag of Lukas’s cock inside him, the slap of skin on skin, the hand still stroking his own dick in time with the thrusts. Lukas’s other hand was gripping his hip hard enough to bruise, holding him in place.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Lukas grunted, his breath hot against Nick’s neck. “Taking it so good.”

Nick just whimpered, trying to stifle the sounds as Lukas hit that spot inside him, the one that made his vision white out. The coil of heat in his gut tightened, his balls drawing up. Lukas’s strokes on his cock became faster, firmer, his thumb rubbing over the leaking slit.

“Come for me, Nick. Let me hear you,” Lukas demanded, his voice strained with his own impending release.

That was all it took. The command shattered what little control Nick had left. His orgasm ripped through him, a blinding wave of pleasure that left him shaking.

He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood as he came, spurting hot and thick over Lukas’s hand. His whole body went limp, held up by Lukas’s grip and the cock still buried deep inside him.

Lukas fucked him through it, his thrusts becoming erratic, more desperate. With a final, deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and Nick felt the pulse of his release, the heat of it filling Nick. For a moment, they just stayed there, panting, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the distant city hum.

Then Lukas pulled out, leaving Nick feeling empty and used. He tucked himself away, and Nick slowly, shakily, pulled up his own jeans. The air was cold on his sensitive skin. He didn’t look at Lukas, just stared at the graffiti-covered wall in front of him, his mind a blank slate, the only thing he could feel the dull ache in his ass and his heart racing as he watched Lukas leave.

“Wait-” Nick manages to say.

Lukas looks back, a drink somehow already in his hand. He raises his eyebrows

“Is that it?”

“What?”

“Is that it.”

“No I heard you, just, what?”

Nick feels rage start to boil in him.

“You just fuck me and leave?”

“Isnt that how it normally goes?”

“That isnt very kind”

Nick looks away, embarrassed by how dumb that sounded

Lukas just smirks, and takes a sip of his drink.

“So?”

Nick swallows his pride and says

“I- i want more”

“Alright, gimme a minute to get it back up”

“No- thats not what I meant”

Lukas looks confused again.

“I want more than just fucking and then never speaking till we want it again”

“So like… you want my phone number or something?”

“No- maybe- that would be part of it”

“You can have my phone number”

“Thats not what I want!” Nick yells

“Jesus Christ! what the fuck do you want then?!”

“You!”

Lukas looks at him. Nick looks away.

“You just had me.” He finally says

“You know thats not what I mean”

Lukas takes another sip of his drink.

“This is casual. We meet. We fuck.”

“I dont want causal” Nick tries to get out everything he wants to say with this new found confidence.

“Dude seriously? This again? Ive made it clear i don’t do relationships”

“Do you even like me?”

“Wha-“

“No. don’t act confused again. Do you fucking like me?! Like actually fucking like me? Or am I just another girl on your roster?”

“Your not a girl”

“Thats not the point”

“THAT IS THE FUCKING POINT!”

Nicks eyes widen at his tone.

Lukas looks around to see if people heard him, but theyre still alone.

“Are you that self absorbed that you cant see that im risking so much to do this shit with you! Risking all my relationships and reputation for mediocre sex”

The rage in Nick gets stronger.

“If our sex is so mediocre why do you keep coming back for it?”

Lukas knows the answer. He knows why he keeps going back. Not for sex- well thats a lie, the sex was really good, But not entirely for the sex.

“How else am I supposed to talk to you?” Lukas sounded vulnerable and exposed.

Nick just stares.

✎ 𝙖 𝙨1𝙢𝙥4𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡

𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ "enemies" with benefits ⋆ pussy eating devouring ⋆ bsf brother!matt ⋆ mentions of multiple orgasms ⋆ matt’s kinda mean ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ beard burn ⋆ sum aftercare + more.

It all started with a sleepover with Nick—aka your best friend and (unfortunately) Matt’s brother. Nick had forgotten to get his charger back from Matt, and with much begging, you reluctantly agreed to retrieve it for him. And when you walked into Matt’s room, you were met with a shocking sight; Matt was jerking off, having forgotten to lock the door.

And from that day onward, something changed between you and him. Even though your interactions still weren’t all that friendly, there was something even more unbearable in the air—desire.

Which kind of makes it easier to understand why you’re currently lying on his bed right now, your pretty lace panties—that you wore for him—discarded somewhere on his floor. His face is buried between your thighs, arms locked tightly around them, your legs tossed over his shoulders.