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ricflairdrip20 · 8 months

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Exhibition - Keith Lawson x y/n

contains: 18+, office sex, vaginal sex, exhibition kink

note: me and @cuddlyscribe decided to collab on this after talking about guys in business suits :)

Maybe you’ve passed each other in the office more times than you can remember, allowing your gaze to linger on one another for longer than was likely acceptable in the workplace. Maybe you were already together in secret and the thrill of getting caught was too exciting to pass up. Either way here you were, his tie stuffed in your mouth and you completely at his mercy. Was this what you had expected to happen when you got up this morning? It definitely was for Keith.

Then your legs are wrapping around his waist and suddenly you’re seeing stars. You’re on the brink of whiting out from the pleasure as he slams into you over and over, caring little for what anyone on the outside could hear. The galley was quite literally ten steps away and could have easily been filled with all of your coworkers. After all, it wouldn’t have taken a keen ear to make out the filthy sound of skin on skin nearby… But neither of you cared. The pleasure was too tempting and too irresistible to stop now. The way he was hitting that spot just right, too… The more you thought about it, the more you could feel your face get warm.

It was also somehow utterly frustrating just how incredible he looked, leaning over you with a devilish grin and this thin sheen of sweat that seemed to make him glitter like some kind of Adonis. You wondered how this had all fallen into place so perfectly, a forbidden office romance with the handsome man that all your friends thirsted over just as much as you. You’d find the time to spill your secret to them later, right now you were far too preoccupied with how amazing he was making you feel.

Eventually that tightness began to form in the pit of your stomach and like a rubberband about to snap, you could feel the tension rising fast. You were only surprised when the door swung open suddenly to reveal your coworker and you didn’t lose all momentum. He stared at the two of you for a second, claiming he needed Keith to take a look at some paperwork (though it was clear he was now very distracted). Even more surprising was when he had asked if he could watch… Was this seriously happening right now?!

“How’s that sound to you, baby?” He had asked you, voice raspy. How could you say no at this point? It wasn’t like the idea turned you off, anyway…

So was this also the beginning of your exhibitionism kink? Yes, it kinda was. Were you sure that this was something you wanted to do again very, very soon? Yes, definitely yes.

You nodded swiftly. You felt your loins burning from the delayed gratification, and you needed a release. You arched yourself when he resumed his relentless pounding, your eyes shut tightly, your pussy clenched around his dick, and your moans barely concealed by the tie in your mouth. Deep groans emitted from his throat as he filled you with his seed, while you were hit by a powerful orgasm yourself. Gripping his shoulders tightly, you shuddered as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you effortlessly, putting on a show for your coworker, and because he enjoys making you feel good. Especially since he knows you’ve been sneaking glances at him like a horny schoolgirl.

You removed the tie from your mouth as you catched your breath from the overwhelming pleasure. You relished at the sight of his bare torso thinly veiled with sweat as he zipped up his pants that he was still wearing and buttoned up his shirt that went on the floor as you followed suits. As you do, you glanced at your coworker and saw that he was flustered and his face was slightly red as he was licking his lips. Your body feels even warmer from the exposure.

“You like what you see?” Keith asked with a grin as he’s tying up his tie, to which your coworker nodded as he gripped the edge of Keith’s desk and covering himself with the paper.

So now you two made sure to invite him whenever you two are about to have sex.

#keith lawson #knight rider #lisa writes

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cuthian · 2 years

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A sneak peek into my soulmate Buddir AU, featuring a parental soul bond 💛

Eddie suspected that Shannon had never quite forgiven him for turning out to be Christopher’s soulmate either.

Eddie would never forget the feeling he’d had when he’d gotten home between tours and had heard a two-and-a-half year old Christopher scream, “Daddy!” a split second before his forearm had burned as his son’s word etched itself into his skin.

He hadn’t quite been able to believe it until he’d held his little boy in his arms, breathing, “Oh, I missed you so much, mijo,” and Christopher had let out a gasp, squirming until Eddie let him down and they could all see Eddie’s words trace themselves onto Christopher’s tiny arm.

It’d been a magical moment for Eddie, knowing that his son was his, was destined for him just as much as Eddie was destined for him, and it gave him the confidence he’d needed to push back against his parents when they’d tried to imply they knew better than he did, when they’d tried to take Christopher from him as if he wasn’t his son’s soulmate and didn’t know what Christopher needed or wanted.

It’d given him the confidence he needed to uproot his and Christopher’s lives and move to L.A.

And it’d given him the confidence to walk into the station today, to change in this ridiculous glass locker room, and it was going to give him the confidence he needed to walk out and meet the people he was going to have to trust with his life on a daily basis.

#lovely queue #my writing #lisa writes #buddie #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fox #soulmates #soulmate au

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dollkisses05 · 21 days

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need someone obsessed with me in a very poetic and unfortunate way

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quotefeeling · 8 months

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Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

Lisa Kleypas

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michaelinprogress · 1 month

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Thinking about how this must have felt...

Being able to freely move his body again, to feel some semblance of life after over a century of lying in that grave rotting. Up to this point, he's been so stiff, lumbering around arduously. But this is where he becomes more man than corpse.

And the first thing he does with his newfound life?

He dances with Lisa.

He knows there is a piano inside. He could go in and play it for her, he could finally play music after nearly 200 years without it. But he dances with Lisa.

With his new life, all he wants to do is be with Lisa. To touch her, love her, make her happy. He has all this energy and he gives it all to her. Everything is for her.

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thehopefulquotes · 4 months

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A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.

Lisa Kleypas

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mossterious · 2 months

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Something really poignant about Lisa Frankenstein, to be at least, is the fact that when the creature attacks Janet, it’s not when she’s being rude to her. It’s not when she’s just saying rude things, or beoittling Lisa, or anything. It’s when Janet says that she’s going to admit Lisa.

Because the creature is from the 1830s. And even if he knows about modern culture and inventions, which he sort of seems to?, he’s still FROM the 1830s. And when Janet says the word admitted, he hears the word committed. When Janet says Serenity Manor, he knows that that means an asylum. And he knows what asylums are. They are dangerous places. They are places where you’re stripped of all autonomy. They are places where you send people away to become someone else’s problem, and they normally don’t come back. And so he attacks. He protects Lisa.

And I think that draws a really important comparison between what asylums were, and what mental care is now. Because in a lot of ways, it isn’t much better. There’s still a lot of abuse in the system. There’s still a complete lack of autonomy. There’s still so much ableism and bias within the system. And people are still sent there to get them out of other peoples ways, rather than strictly to help them. And, sure, this movie is set in the 80s, so it’s not exactly modern. I mean, the movie points out that times are different. But with Janet, it almost seems intent on pointing out of similar everything is. Sending Lisa to a psych ward. The diet culture. The “intuitive person” thing. That one line about narcissists needing to be vanquished. And all these things are still a pretty big issue now.

There’s just a lot of comparison. ESPECIALLY a lot of comparison when it comes to disability and madness in these three distinct time periods. And like, it’s obvious that mental health was used as a weapon against people, and especially WOMEN, in the 1830s. But Lisa Frankenstein highlights that in the 80s, it was still a weapon! And that psych ward programs still poses a threat. Theres a comparison between how Janet and Lisa’s dad erase Lisa’s grief and say that she’s “acting out” compared to female hysteria of the creature’s time. There’s also the creature’s reaction to being physically disabled vs Lisa’s, with Patch and everything, but that honestly is another post entirely.

I just think that the discussion of mental health in this film is really important and, frankly, really well done. Especially especially especially through the lens that Lisa is a girl. And Lisa Frankenstein is a movie about GIRLHOOD. And so the movie took the extra step to talk about the denial of women’s feelings and specifically grief, and the pathologization of them. When women feel in a way outside of a norm, they’re wrong. They’re crazy. They’re dangerous. And idk I just think it’s done really well and the comparisons are all right there.

And this is all in a movie based on Frankenstein. This is all about a character based on Victor Frankenstein. The MAD scientist. So I feel like it all fits together incredibly well.

#lisa frankenstein #i need a horror tag that isn’t classic horror #oops I RAMBLED #I need to stop writing Lisa posts as soon as I wake up #but also I’m right so it’s FINE #there’s just so much to think about with Lisa Frankenstein

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like-the-rest-of-la · 8 months

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WiP Wednesday

I know, I know, I'm a day late but ksksks who cares 😅, anyhow, I got tagged by so many people (@mellaithwen @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @gayhoediaz @renecdote @nymika-arts @homerforsure and @buckactuallys 😘😘) over the last couple of weeks (life's been fucking stressful) and I finally wrote a bit of the cursed!Buck fic, so here you go, it's gonna get angsty and spooky :)))

Before all of this, Buck hadn't thought of a curse as a living thing. He hadn't thought of curses at all, to be honest.

But it's been six years and while it was a mere whisper at the beginning, almost an illusion easily ignored, he can feel it so clearly now. Running through his veins, soaring through every fiber of his body, a sizzling heat of dark and restless energy burning underneath his skin. It's alive, it's angry and it's screaming. They are so intrinsically linked at this point that—as Buck casts a tear-filled gaze to the upper level of his loft—he's pretty sure that there is no Buck and the curse, but that he is the curse.

The worst thing is that it's a punishment for a crime he didn't even commit.

It's 3am when he grabs his phone and dials a number he—by now—knows by heart. As he's waiting for the call to connect, he thinks, no. The worst thing is that he still deserves all of it. That he knew, and still couldn't be the better person.

"Hey," he whispers when the person at the end of the line picks up. His voice sounds foreign to his own ears, thick and muffled, as though his head was filled with cotton. He's so overcome with grief and an abundance of other emotions that numbness starts to take their place.

He wipes the tears from his cheeks and after one deep and shaky breath he continues, "I-I need your help, I fucked up."

I'm gonna tag all of you right back and I'm also tagging @princessfbi and @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels for Fuck it Friday or Seven Sentence Sunday or next week's WiP Wednesday 😘😘

#finally i had the urge to write something again omfg #buddie #au shenanigans #fic excerpt #lisa writes #the cursed!buck fic 🌒💀🌘

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 1 year

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Escape From Immortality

Summary: It is the year 2054. Scientists have discovered a way for humans to stop aging and extend life indefinitely. In order to keep the surplus population in check, for every person that undergoes the treatment and is made immortal, another person has to die.

Warnings: talks of death

A/N: i wrote this for a project (a story we had to record on audio, only topic was the future) for uni. it’s not very good, but i still decided to post it on here. it’s not a fanfic but my first original story.i got the prompt from a prompt site, but when editing this from script to story, i stupidly deleted where i got it from, still full credit to that site for the prompt.

Word count: 1410

When I can finally close the door behind me, I wish I could just lean my back against it and slowly slide to the floor. Today has been exhausting. Instead, I toss my keys onto the dresser and toe off my shoes, then I can get cozy on the couch and think about what to make for dinner. That’s when I notice the pile of mail on the floor. With a sigh, I pick up the envelopes and shuffle through them on my way over to the couch.

“Ad, ad, bill, ad… hm?” I stop dead in my tracks. “ImmortechLabs? What the…?”

Confused and with shaking hands, I rip open the envelope and skim the letter

“Dear Miss Sutton… here at ImmortechLabs we provide our clients with eternal youth...in order to keep population stable… our client has chosen to halt their aging process, ensuing… immortality??

therefore we must inform you that you have been randomly selected… to die?!”

That has to be some sick joke!

“As compensation, $500k will be divided among your descendants –”

But I don’t even-! What the hell?!

“We understand that this might be difficult to take in.”

Uh, yeah...

“You can contact our support hot line every day from receiving this letter until your transport to our facilities, giving you two weeks to come to terms with your sacrifice.”

Sacrifice?! they’re kidding!

And what’s that about descendants? it’s gotta… they made some mistake, for sure. Now, let’s see that hot line…

I pace the living room while I wait for someone to pick up, growing more nervous with every second that passes. So nervous that I can’t help but jump when I hear the unmistakable costumer service voice from the other end of the line – not that I’m able to concentrate on what the lady is saying.

“Yes, hello, uhm… So I got this letter in the mail today telling me that in two weeks from now, you’d come pick me up? That I’ve been chosen as, uh, sacrifice? I… that’s got to be a mistake. What do you mean “No, ma’am”? Of course there has to be some mistake! Listen: I’m 25, I don’t have any descendants, no-one. who’d you give that money to? My cat? Me?”

I pause to listen to her explain.

“Yeah… thought so. So… there has to be some mistake. The system says it’s all correct like that? Nonononono, it can’t be!” I let out a sigh of defeat. “There is nothing you can do? Hm… okay well, then… thank you.”I add a muttered “for nothing” before hanging up.

I slump down on the couch, feeling discouraged, close to crying. So, that’s it. I’m gonna die in two weeks. Because some rich asshole doesn’t want to. Well, I don’t want to, either? What about me? What.about.me? My life? What if at some point I wanted to undergo the treatment as well? Why me? Why now? Why?

Before I know it, tears are streaming down my face. I don’t even try to stop them. I just take a pillow from next to me and scream and sob into it. And I keep doing that for probably hours. I only stop when my head starts to hurt and no more tears come.

The room is dark, the sun has long set. Two yellow eyes peer out of the darkness, illuminated by the dim light of the street lamp outside.

I half sniffle half chuckle, then call her over. “Come here, Luna.”

She comes running and jumps onto my lap immediately. I wipe the last tears off my face with my sleeve before scratching under her little chin.

“What am I going to do with you, hm?”

From the way she looks at me, I’m not sure if she understood me or not.

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I don’t even bother going into work the next day. What’s the point anyway? In two weeks time, I’ll be dead. Why spend that time slaving for a heartless company when I can wallow in self-pity instead? So after a morning spent crying over my impending death, I decide that that’s not my future.

After grabbing my phone from the nightstand and opening the browser, I hesitate a second before opening an incognito tab.

What if they’ll find out?

But I quickly discard of that thought. The way things are now, I’ll die anyway.

Now, what to search…? Immortech escape? Ugh, no, that’s not what I’m looking for. Noo. Again. Come on! there’s gotta be something.

Oh, there’s a whole forum for that. Looks sketchy, but I guess in this case...Is it a good thing?

I read in horror as I learn about people who were dragged out of their homes screaming and crying if they resisted to go with the Immortech people willingly. How sometimes people would just disappear before the two weeks between the letter and pickup had passed. How in a few cases, people were being watched and followed before they were taken. I remember back in school, kids would come in crying one day, saying their mom was taken. They would be scolded for it and told to go to the principal’s office.

You’re not allowed to mention the letter or that you have been selected. I don’t understand why, though. It’s not like they can punish you for it when you’ll die anyway. So why that rule? So people can’t protest against it? If it’s all hush hush?

But then there were reports, all without naming names of course, of people successfully escaping. Sometimes it was even described how they did it. Apparently Immortech’s ‘headhunters’ how they called them, aren’t allowed to operate abroad. So as soon as you cross a border, you’re safe!

They would chase you, it was dangerous, but ultimately you can escape and survive.

So I could do it. I could make it. And I’ll risk it.

Before I begin to pack, I sneak up to my window and watch the street outside, looking for any suspicious cars or other signs that I am being watched. Luckily I can’t spot one now, but I’ll better keep checking every now and then. Better safe than sorry, right? Especially because my life literally depends on it.

I have to be careful about it, I can’t seem suspicious. I will have to make it look like something casual, like going shopping or a weekend getaway and then just… not return. I’ll have to find a way across the border, somewhere I won’t be controlled.

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Okay, what do I need? Cash, definitely. I can’t pay with card, they’ll track it. Good thing you can’t trust banks anyway. I’ve got most of it here. Clothes, some food and other necessities. Luna’s crate, food for her and – thank god she’s harness trained! Then I’d need -

But what if they find me? What if I wasn’t sneaky enough? What if everything goes wrong?

The more I think about it, the more I am paralyzed with fear. Hundreds of scenarios of what could go wrong run through my head.

[drop gum]

That’s what it takes for me to snap out of it. Quickly, I pick up the can of cat food, put it into the bag to the other ones and look around. Okay, looks like I’ve packed everything in the kitchen.

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At night I get everything in the car, double checking if I have all the things I need and if the car is fully charged before going to bed. Tomorrow morning at dawn, I’d be out of here.

I sleep better than I would have expected, but still wake up at four in the morning, more antsy than ever. I get ready as I normally would, just in case I’m now being watched, stuff my last remaining things into the final bag before picking up Luna from her little pillow and getting into the car.

At first I drive around a bit to make sure I’m not being followed, glaring suspiciously at every car that I can spot in the rear view mirror. When it doesn’t seem like I am, I head into the direction of the highway and, with a clear rear view mirror, in the direction of my freedom.

#original story #original writing #lisa writes

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hurtsprincess · 2 years

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Italy, 1961: Carlos is an obedient husband, a proud father, more successful in his job than ever - but there is also this other side of him that he is forced to suppress...

Historic AU based on the music video for MIKA's song "Sanremo" ♥

#Lisa writes #My works #Sanremo #Fanfiction #Carlando Fanfiction #Carlando #Carlos Sainz #Carlos Sainz Jr #Lando Norris

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ricflairdrip20 · 2 years

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From Co-workers to Lovers (Keith Lawson x Reader)

fandom: knight rider ‘82

warning: smut, +18 content, first time, vaginal sex, overstimulation

Note: This is a fic I wrote in participation to @taixju ‘s summer 2022 collab. Thanks for reading.

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You had just recently gotten a job in Eastside Realty as an accountant. It’s a seasonal job that will last a few months in the middle of the year. They transferred you there to gain experience in a different job field. You’ve worked at a few different places before then, but you aren’t sure what the next step will be when the short-term position ends in the early fall.

Years of studying finally paid off when you received your degree and passed your Certified Public Accountant exam at the first try. You explored different types of careers related to the accounting field, and decided on an accountant position because they don’t require much social interaction.

After settling into your office and organizing your stuff on your desk, you immediately got to work.

You were in your element, preparing your financial statements when a voice appeared out of nowhere.

“Hey there, new accountant.”

Your head lifting up to the source of the voice, a smiling, handsome form of your new co-worker leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Oh, um, h-hello,” you stuttered, your face heating up as he walked closer to you.

He was 6’5 with long brown hair with blue eyes, sporting a nice black suit with a paisley tie. He has the figure of someone that plays football during his free time.

“I’m Keith Lawson,” he extended his hand out. You returned it with a soft grip and shook his hand, completely flustered by this guy.

For a split second, you forgot your name, but you managed to recollect.

“I-I’m Y/N,” you answered nervously. “Um, i-it’s nice to meet you.”

You two chattered for a bit, before he had to return to his office, which was two doors down. You went back to your work, your stomach in knots as you twirled your hair for some movement.

There’s something about this guy that made your thoughts drawn to him. You shook your head to avoid the distraction for at least a few more hours to get all your work done.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, you two naturally gravitated towards each other. You ate lunch together every day and he’d walk you to your car after work. You also never had an awkward silence. Your feelings towards him were growing gradually stronger, but you weren’t sure if he even shared the same sentiment. You can only hope for now.

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One day, you meet up with your friend Bonnie at a restaurant not far from the estate building. You confide in her about your infatuation with your co-worker, Keith.

“Bonnie!” You smiled as you hugged your friend.

“It’s so good to see you,” She smiled as you both sat down at a tiny table in the middle of the busy restaurant.

“Y/N, what have you been up to? We have so much catching up to do.”

“I know, right?” You smile, with a slight wink.

You see a server making their way across the crowded dining room and wave them over. “Good evening, ladies. My name is Peter and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get for you?”

You both placed your orders, with Peter scribbling it in, before walking off. You turned to Bonnie with a big smile on your face.

“So, what’s new?” Bonnie raised her eyebrows.

“You know how I got that job at real estate as an accountant?” Bonnie nodded. “While I was working, this guy came into my office. He’s so good-looking. I was so nervous I almost forgot my name.”

Bonnie laughed. “What’s his name?”

“Keith, Keith Lawson,” you replied. Bonnie sat up a bit, her expression changing into a surprise.

“He sounds familiar…” Bonnie mumbled, as she merely stared at one spot on the table as she tried to recall the name.

“You know him?” You asked curiously, to which the design engineer nodded.

“Yes, he has been RC's friend since childhood. According to him, he’s like a protector. He’ll save you for any trouble.” That made your chest flutter. You can only imagine him being there for you whenever an unpleasant situation arose.

You two chatted for the next couple hours as you sip on your beverage, talking about Keith, work, personal life and laughing at Michael’s occasional shenanigans.

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The following week, you were preparing a balance sheet when Keith walked in your office, with a grin on his face. You looked up, content that he appeared in your presence. You had a long day dealing with financial issues and you are looking forward to going home. Or better yet, spend some time with the tall realtor to take your mind off the troubles.

“Oh, h-hey, Keith,” you stammered. You are usually a shy person, except around your closest friends when you’re a little more social.

“I had been thinking, and I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me this Friday night,” Keith suggested. You blushed and you nodded your head meekly.

Keith gave his toothy smile and said. “Great, then it’s a date.”

Your brain malfunctioned and you felt your face heats up. You were speechless, but all you knew is that you want to be on a date with Keith Lawson.

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By the end of your temporary job period, you and Keith had established a relationship, but hadn’t gone further than kissing. Normally, it wouldn’t sit with you quite well, given it’s between two co-workers. But you were just about done with the employer and had just applied for a position in an accounting firm, so there’s no harm in that.

You and Keith ate dinner together at a Cantonese restaurant and found yourself hand-in-hand at his one-room apartment complex. You both stopped at his door to look at each other.

Keith is the most attractive guy you have ever met. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, you sneak glances at him every chance you get. You were really nervous the first time you went out with him but you two made a connection.

He leaned in, gently grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours, making it a few times now. As he broke the kiss and escorted you to his room, you were nervous as he removed his jacket. Keith asked you if you’re okay with going for it, which you nodded. You bit your lips as he unfastened his necktie, and tossed it on the floor where his jacket is. He put both hands on your shoulder and jerked his head toward the bed, beckoning for you to lay on your back. You sat down and lied down, adjusting until you’re in the middle, with Keith following suit, crawling between your legs up to your neck.

He placed his mouth on your neck and started kissing it. You sighed as he slowly ran his right hand from your neck to your shoulder and down to your hip. He lifted your left leg to better position you before unbuttoning and peeling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. You stared at his hairless chest, just chiseled enough to tell his distinguished athletic history. You grazed your finger down his chest, flustered that the man you were drawn to is getting intimate with you.

Keith then took the hem of your shirt and looked at you, as if nonverbally asking you if you’re ready for that level. Nodding, you nervously removed your shirt, and covered your bare chest. He assured you that you’ll be fine as he gently moved your arm from blocking the view.

After removing the rest of the attire, your breathing started to get quicker in anticipation and your face began to heat up. You clutched at his broad shoulders as he spent some time kissing and fondling your neck, shoulder and chest, all the while you manage to refrain your throat from making noises.

Your mouth quivered in nervousness as Keith turned his attention to your lower half of your body and ran his hands down your legs. Your entire body was trembling as he pressed his tip against your entrance, causing you to let out a sharp gasp at the warmth.

“Relax, you don’t need to be so nervous,” he whispered as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance. Once he felt you naturally lubricated enough, he pushed forward, his shaft stretching your walls widely, causing you to squeeze his shoulders even tighter. He let out a low groan at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. Your eyes squeezed shut and your toes curled at the new sensation, wincing at the penetration but impressed by his size based on how wide he’s stretching you. Trying with all your might to stifle the noises from coming out, Keith took notice of it anyway and stroked your cheek.

Keith leaned into your ear, whispering, “You don’t need to hold back on the noise. Let them out.” It started off as a quiet groaning before it turned to whimpering as he slowly thrusts, before gradually increasing his pace. At one point he thrusted a bit too fast, which emitted a sharp gasp from you.

“E-easy,” you stammered, to which Keith obliged and placed a gentle kiss on your lip. You really appreciate Keith taking his time with you as it was the first time for the both of you. He remained slow and steady until you gained your confidence and ceased your trembling. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, signaling him that you’re ready for him to go faster.

As he thrusted faster, you felt his tip making contact with your cervix. You let out a sharp gasp at the heat as you buried your face in his shoulder.

By now, you both became more comfortable in your position, lips parted letting out heavy pants and moans. Your legs unwrapped themselves from Keith’s waist, leaving him room to thrust into you. Your hands snaked from Keith’s broad shoulders to his back as your head fell back into the pillow as your jaws slacked. You looked at him in the eyes, half-lidded and filled with lust. You absolutely did not want this to end. You felt like you could go on forever, compared to earlier when you were totally flustered by the situation. You know Keith felt the same way as he remained in the same pace and rhythm.

Keith leaned in your ears, whispering, “I-I’m getting close.” In response, you clenched your walls around his shaft, emitting a loud groan from him. He thrusted even faster, making your eyes roll back as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. Your toes curled even tighter and your moans got louder as he continued to pound into you until he climaxed deep inside you. You grunted as you orgasmed over and over as you dig your fingernails into his back, until you both are feeling the burning sensation from overstimulation. He ceased his thrusting and you both were panting heavily with a lewd expression on your faces.

You whimpered slightly at the emptiness when Keith pulled out of you as he looked at you with a sheen of sweat over his face.

He wiped the sweat off your forehead with the palm of his hand and pushed your damp hair strand from your forehead. He kissed you deeply as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears before laying on his back. You followed suit, wrapping your arm around him and rested your head on his chest as you both drift off to sleep.

#taixju’s summer of 22’ collab #knight rider #keith lawson #lisa writes

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