(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous/ hope you enjoy, I still don’t know how I feel about my smut writing abilities.)
(I’m going to finish my last request and then I’m going to drown y'all in Porky's content)
D-You visit Keith at his work and things get heated in the backroom.
Its smut so proceed with caution.
You aren’t sure what it is but there’s something about Keith working on cars that makes you feel a certain way. You could innocently watch him paint all day without a single stray thought but the instant he picked up a wrench your mind went berserk. So here you were, sat on a spare tire in the garage watching your boyfriend sweat and cover himself in motor oil while you tried your best to ignore the heat traveling through you. It definitely wasn’t easy especially when he pulled and stretched, his muscles and his jaw tensing as he worked, his shirt riding up and showing off his toned stomach.It was certainly a sight to see and one that brought many dirty thoughts and daydreams with it.
But then he’d straighten up, smile at you with that innocent flustered grin, his face smudged with black like a child playing with paint and all of a sudden you’d feel dirty for thinking such things about him. So you’d smile at him and he’d go back to work and then the switch would flip again. He’d grunt and groan and you’d feel like you couldn’t breathe, your thighs pressing together and your throat growing dry. It was torture to sit there and watch him yet it was one of the best parts of your day when you got the chance.
You always try to test your restraint whenever you come to see him at work; but you should know better by now, after all you never last very long. Yet you knew he wasn’t complaining, he gets exactly what every boy his age dreams of getting. So without hesitation you slid off the tire you’re sat on and make your way towards him, sitting behind him as he works on one of the wheels of the car.
“I think you should take a break.” You say, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, your hands circling around him and roaming down his chest.
“Should I now?” He teases and you can hear the smile in his voice.
You let him go as he begins to stand, letting him pull you up as you feel the heat of his palm against yours. You aren’t bothered by the stains his hands leave on you as he leads you into the air conditioned backroom. Hell in a minute your thighs, your waist, your everything would be covered in black fingerprints and smudges but all you can care about is the feeling of him pulling you in and kissing the life out of you.
The backroom is a cluttered mess but there’s a table and a chair which is better than a concrete floor, a dirty tire or god forbid the hood of a car (not to say you hadn’t thought about it). He kisses you one last time before he pushes you into the chair and gets on his knees between your legs. As he unbuttons your shorts he kisses the insides of your thighs, leaving hickeys here and there and making you squirm; your hips bucking impatiently.
Finally he pulls your shorts and panties down your legs, throwing them to the side of him as his head dives between your thighs. Your fingers dig into the armrests of the chair as his tongue slides across your folds, licking and sucking while you bite your lip to stifle your moans. Keith is always insistent on going down on you; not that you’d ever complain when his tongue can do what it does, but you desperately want to get to his pants off so you grasp the back of his head and pull him up to kiss you. And you can taste yourself on his lips mixed with the slightest hint of salt from his sweat but you don’t care in the slightest when you hear him fumbling with his belt.
He wants so badly to keep kissing you but he pulls away so that he can pull his pants down his slender thighs. Then in an instant he’s back again, lips fervently pressing against yours as he picks you up with ease, your legs wrapping around him as he sits down in the chair with you on his lap. You adjust yourself as his teeth tug at your bottom lip, his kisses moving across your cheek and jaw as you straddle him properly. You can feel his hand beneath your thigh as he moves the head of his cock to your entrance. His grip moves to your waist as you sink down his length, arms circling around his neck as he buries his face in your hair.
Keith is the perfect fit, long and hard and stretching you just right. You can hear him groan as you begin to move, hands tightening in their place as you go up and down inch by inch. And then he thrusts into you and hits just the right spot, the spot that drives you crazy and makes your thighs quiver around him. The both of you move faster, you bouncing in his lap as his hands keep you steady, pulling you down onto him even quicker and making you moan. His hands move to fumble with your shirt, pulling it off of you and unhooking your bra, desperate to see every inch of you that he can. The sight of you naked never gets old; all the dips and curves connecting each perfect piece together.
His hands glide across your skin leaving shivers in their wake, he grabs onto your breasts, his head ducking so that his tongue can run across one nipple after the other. You grasp, back arching and nails digging into his shoulders as the warmth of his mouth envelopes your breast, sucking at the soft flesh and toying with the sensitive bud. You tighten around him and he moans, the sound sending vibrations through you as his hands slid down to grip onto your ass. His fingernails dig into the flesh as he lifts his head to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth as you grow weak at his touch. A feeling builds as he moves inside you, familiar and warm as you grow closer and closer to release.
You move your hand between the two of you, rubbing at your bundle of nerves as he moves faster and faster. Soon enough you’re being thrown over the edge, a broken moan leaving your lips as you tighten around him, your whole body pulsing as you cum. He’s not far behind you as he pulls you from his lap, you kneel in front of him taking him into your mouth as you listen to him curse. His hand fists your hair as you hollow your cheeks, sucking on him and bobbing your head until he lets out a long hiss, his cock twitching in your mouth as he comes. You swallow, licking him clean before you pull off of him, standing on weak legs and letting him pull you back into his lap. His lips dust across your shoulder and the nape of your neck as you relax against him, catching your breath.
