i need a little smut with lukáš dostál because i am in love
yes he's literally so gorgeous and sweet??
nsfw blurb below - p in v
this is supposed to be seen as more of a hookup, so yea they're not dating he just really cares.
also i know his name has the accents but this is just for simplicity
lukas’s breath is warm against your shoulder, his lips brushing featherlight kisses along your skin as his hips roll slow and steady between your thighs. his cock fills you perfectly, every deliberate thrust sending waves of heat curling through your body, but it’s the way he moves—measured, controlled, like he’s holding himself back—that’s driving you absolutely insane.
“you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, carrying that soft Czech lilt that makes your pulse race every time. “do you feel okay? not too much?”
you try to answer, but all that comes out is a shaky, incoherent noise, your hands clutching at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded. your mind is foggy, overwhelmed by the steady drag of his cock inside you, the way he keeps hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.
he slows even further, his movements so careful, so precise, that you feel like you might break apart just from the sheer tenderness of it. “hey,” he whispers, tilting his head to catch your gaze. his blue eyes are full of concern, his brow furrowed slightly as he studies your face. “you’re so quiet. are you sure you’re okay?”
you nod frantically, the words spilling out of you before he can pull away. “yes, yes, i’m fine. don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
his lips curve into a soft smile, but he doesn’t speed up, doesn’t give you what you’re so desperate for. instead, he presses a kiss to your temple, his hand sliding up to gently cup your face. “you’ll tell me if it’s too much, won’t you?” he asks, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheekbone. “i don’t want to hurt you.”
“it’s not—” your voice breaks, your body arching up toward his as you clutch at his shoulders. “it’s not too much. i just—fuck, you’re so good, lukas, you’re so—”
“shh,” he soothes, cutting off your rambling with another soft kiss, this one lingering, his lips moving against yours with the same care he’s been showing your body. “i’ve got you. just let me take care of you.”
his words wrap around you like a safety net, grounding you even as your mind continues to spiral. he resumes his rhythm, his hips rocking into you with a slow, deliberate intensity that makes your head spin. every thrust feels like it’s meant to drive you higher, to bring you closer to that edge you’re teetering on, and he knows exactly how to keep you there, suspended, trembling.
“there you go,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to cradle your hip, steadying you as he keeps moving. “that’s it, love. let yourself feel it.”
