Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams, he had you with him. ”
Lover, you should've come over.
Hello! I am kyria or silenced radio, i'm 20 year old writer from brazil, i am currently Publishing my first ever book, the Nicks sisters on wattpad in portuguese, here i'll post more about the characters on the novel and other passions i have, i'll also probably post extras, one-shots, any film relatated assays, character analysis, films recommendations lists, reviews and more.
If you not interested in any of these things pls don't be a dick, everyone can have their likes as long If its'nt harming anyone.
Also excuse any grammar mistakes, i'm brazilian and english is my second language so not everything is writen grammaticly correct, please have pacience and thank you.
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not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
Need mohabbot writers to write abbot bring a freaky guy w adrenaline related kinks and he likes to fuck inside his car and inside wrecked cars like james spader in crash 1996, if someone has a fic like that pls send me
mohabbot fans are cool because they're making 2000 fanfics 1000 fanarts and 4billion smut one shots from like.. three scenes of interaction and two instances of eye contact
Titus tends to only smoke whenever he needs to relax. Whenever he's stressed or riled up and he can't relieve his stress through his preferred method (violence), he likes to smoke his cigars or have sex...or both.
His office is dim, the only source of light is the fireplace behind him and the desk lamp that sits at the corner of his desk.
Titus is settled in his leather chair, leaning back with right arm resting on the arm rest of the chair. The other holding a cigar to his mouth.
He takes a long inhale in, holding the smoke and its woodsy flavor in before bellowing it out.
"Fuck," he grits and looks down at you.
Your naked body, on your knees, in-between his legs. His cock in your mouth. A mix of your drool and his pre-cum dribbling down his length.
With his right hand, he pulls your head off his cock. Your mouth agape, lips swollen from sucking him off. He takes a drag from the cigar and proceeds to blow it into your mouth.
"Get back to it," he pushes your head back to his cock, and you accept it happily. You suck at his tip, causing him to hiss in pleasure. You smirk along his length, which earns you a light slap to the cheek, "Don't tease," he lowly rasps.
You take him further into his mouth, head slowly bobbing up and down. Titus settles back in his chair. Each drag of smoke and the feeling of your mouth on his cock, well, it's the closest he'll ever get to Heaven.
He sighs, cigar deftly held in between his fingers. He taps some of the embers off on the ash tray on his desk. He watches you.
You look so sinfully beautiful like this. Bare, on your knees, the fire beside you accentuating your body.
Without warning, Titus places his hand at the back of your head and pushes you down, taking his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. You hold back a gag, breathing through your nose until Titus pulls you off. You let out a large gasp of air and he smirks.
He reaches out and, with his thumb, wipes off some of his cum and your drool from the corner of your lips. You then take his thumb into your mouth sucking it. You didn't think Titus' eyes can get any darker with lust but they do.
He takes another long drag and grasps the back of your neck, keeping you still. He leans forwards, lips brushing against yours as he blows smoke into your mouth again. Once he's fully exhaled, he presses his lips to yours in a rough yet passionate kiss.
When he pulls away, your eyes flutter in lust and want, "Please," you whine up at Titus.
Titus scoffs, "This isn't about you, sweetheart."
You can't help but pout, "I've been good. I promise," you lean forward, pressing open-mouth kisses along Titus' shaft, "Please?"
Titus takes a quick pull of the cigar and nonchalantly exhales the smoke, "Fine. Use my shoe," he nods to the pristine, leather Berluti Alessandro Demesure Oxfords.
You're desperate and don't hesitate to straddle his leg. He gets comfortable in his seat again, smoking his cigar and watching you turn into a bitch in heat.
You wrap your arms around his leg as you rub yourself against his shoe. You've been dripping in want so you slide against the leather easily. The laces of the shoe provides the friction you crave along your clit.
You're a moaning mess of a person before him. But you can't help it. Titus just looks so delectable, in his suit jacket, ascot, and slacks. His entire being exudes a dangerous and powerful aura that has your blood hot.
He smirks down at you and chuckles, "Such a sad needy thing, aren't you? You're a horny little bitch in heat just from sucking me off?"
"Titus," you whine his name and your breathing becomes more shallow.
He knows you’re close, "Off."
"But-"
"I. Said. Off." You sadly unsaddle from his leg and kneel in-between. You wait for instructions and Titus feels a sense of pride swell in him, "Because you've been listening so well, I'll let you come. But only after I do. So best hurry up, bunny."
You nod and grip the base of his cock with your hand, taking him into your mouth once more. With your hand and mouth working in tandem, it brings Titus a lot closer to the edge than he expected.
He groans, head leaning back against his chair, "Fuuuuck, that's it, bunny. Good girl. Just like that."
He grips the back of your head, urging you to go faster, deeper. You pull your mouth off and look up at him. Eyes completely trained on him, you mouth open, tongue out, and your hands working him up and down.
Titus takes a quick puff from the cigar before he gasps. Through gritted teeth, he exclaims, "Fucking fuck!" his hips snap upward and he cum shoots out in ribbons landing on your face, your tongue, your hands.
"Oh fuck," he moans, thrusting in your hands until he falls back in the chair, spent.
Through a post-orgasmic haze, he watches you lick up his cum from his cock. He twitches when you suck at his tip, "Easy," he warns you.
You can't help but giggle at his sensitivity. He rolls his eyes and holds a hand out. You raise to your feet, stumbling a little.
His pulls you forward and has you straddle his thigh. With another drag of the cigar, the smoke still leaving his lips as he says, "Go on. Have your reward."
You bite your lip as you take slow, careful thrusts on his thigh, waiting to see if he stops you. But he doesn't. He's halfway through his cigar and he still doesn't seem to be ready to stop any time soon.
You place your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself and you go completely at it. You fuck yourself on his thigh, the drag of your clit along the expensive fabric making you whine in pleasure.
And Titus just watches you with interest, eyes still a little hazy from his own orgasm, but still filled with absolute desire.
While his other hand holds his cigar, the other cups your face. You lean into his touch as he blows smoke at you, "So fucking good for me, aren't you, bunny? Listens to everything that I say. Takes such good care of me."
"Titus," you moan his name, nails digging into his expensive jacket.
"You close, sweetheart?" You nod and he hums, "You know what to do then?"
"Please, can I cum? Please?"
"Go ahead, baby. Cum for me," he says. You mouth opens in a emitting a loud moan. His thumb grazing your cheeks as you body shakes against him.
You always look so ethereal when you cum for him.
"Fuck, Titus," his name falling from your lips as you slouch against him.
He kisses your head, gently rubbing your back in soothing motions, "Good girl, baby. You did so well for me."
Still trying to catch your breath, you rasp out, "Did that make you feel relaxed?"
"More than you know, sweetheart," he murmurs and kissing your head again.
With the way things are with you, this might become his absolute favorite way to de-stress.
Couldn’t decide on my favourite one! Also this is gonna be the last one of these for a bit I’ve done too many back to back BUT they will be back I’m sure
