Will your L say “fuck” again please? 🥺🤭
broooooo imagining him on top of you in a dark room, you can barely see so you’re relying completely on feeling and he’s huffing right into your ear little sighs and whimpers.
his arms are shaking, elbows bucking as he holds his weight up and gets exercise for the first time in weeks. he’s exhausted, sweaty and a little thirsty but your hushed moans and the feel of your legs wrapped around his waist keeps him going.
he’s panting, probably embarrassingly like a dog and he would care about it, but holy shit the way you feel around him is occupying all his mind space. he pumps into you again, with a stupid little choked noise and your fingers tighten around his arms.
his thrusts are more of tight shoves, he only ever gets about an inch or so out before he’s diving back in with a gasp.
then as he’s getting closer and you’re both getting hotter and hotter, his lips are right on your ear and his cheek against yours when he cries out a high pitched “Fuck!”
his hips rock like a ship in unruly waves, his hair sticks to his forehead and his entire body shivers as he cums inside you. your stoic boyfriend murmurs a few more cuss words as he comes down from his high. he’ll probably feel pathetic tomorrow but right now, with your legs pulling his hardening cock back in and your eager grin, L can’t find it in him to care.
but he does find it in him to whisper out another “Fuck…” as he’s enveloped in your warmth again.
