Luffy X Smoker Novels & Stories

He placed the tip between his lips, and Jenny walked forward, keeping up a lighter and lighting it for him. Sebastian gave her a pleased smile and grabbed her closer with one hand, smoking away. He puffs out a mouthful of smoke into her face, making her cough out, "Have a drag!" He ordered, and Jenny did as she was told, drawing the smoke out of her nostril sexily. "Good girl, it seems you are more usable than that stupid Lilith, but I haven't forgiven you yet for bashing my head." He puffed out more smoke, grabbing into her ass and squeezing it ever so hard. Jenny released a grasp.

I never took her for someone who smoked. I swallowed the drink in one swallow and demanded another. “None of your business.” “Hmm,” she had a smirk on her face right now. “Something pissed you off, didn't it?” For the first time, I felt like she actually got me. I extended my hand, and she passed me a cigar. “I bet it's Lachlan.” Cassie said, leaning down to light the cigar for me. “Don't mention his name here!” “Bingo.” She slapped my shoulder and laughed.

“Y-Yes boss.” Mario got off his hand, he rolled his eyes and smoked a cigarette for the second time. _________

"Your lighter, miss depressed." "Keep-" A large hand surrounds the back of his head before his face crashes against the tray I had deposited my cigarette in. Blood oozes from his face as he crumbles to the ground. A scream barely escapes me as my hands fly to my mouth to suppress it as my gaze lifts to his assailant. "I guess he didn't like it rough." "Dominic?" Dominic’s lips tilt upwards in a smirk before he adjusts his jacket’s cuffs. "Smoking kills even wolves, you know."

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting it with his old silver lighter that I picked up from the table next to me and bringing it to his lips, helping him to take a drag and then removing it. - You better wipe that proud smile off your old face. - I put the cigarette between his lips blowing the smoke in his face. - You know, in those moments I would like you to be a real father Antonio. The smile at the corner of his mouth and the defiant look incited the monster, making his repudiation for everything very clear, for me, for the past, even if he's not under that cold, moss-covered tombstone, the man knows he's dead. I finish the cigarette putting out the butt on his chest, there isn't a

My buddy Jax nudged me with his elbow, his voice cutting through the din. He was holding a joint between his fingers, the cherry glowing orange as he took a drag. I blinked, pulling myself back to the present. “Yeah, man. I’m good.” My voice came out rough, edged with the whiskey I’d been nursing. I reached over, plucking the cigarette right from the girl’s painted lips. “Hey!” she laughed, fake-offended, eyes sparkling as I brought it to my own lips and inhaled. The smoke burned sweet and familiar in my chest. I held it in for a second too long before exhaling slowly.

And it was going to end just like it did the last time. Now inside, he dipped his hand into his pocket, brought out a cigarette and lighter, and lit it up, inhaling the smoke. When he heard her soft footsteps approaching him, he looked up to find Lina holding an air freshener. "You always stink up everything with that stupid stick," she fumed at him, tackling him with the cylindrical plastic. "What did I do this time, Lina; I'm not allowed to fucking smoke too?" She moved closer to him, intimidatingly asking, "You use bad words for me?"

I finally replied. "Ah, I see. I guess I was wrong." "Exactly," I said. Skylar smiled and suddenly crawled forward, then took the cigarette from my mouth. What shocked me even more was, she then put the cigarette in her mouth. "If I want to be your member, I have to look scary too, right?" I quickly grabbed the cigarette back and put it in my pocket again. "Scary. Not harmful to your health." "But you smoke too," she protested.

I just bit my lower lip and went out of my room. I was like a wilted vegetable as I headed to the kitchen, but I backed away in surprise when I saw Luca sitting in a chair. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so I could see his muscular body, which was covered in tattoos and scars. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out smoke before looking at me. "Hey." He smiled at me and puffed on his cigarette again. My vision became blurry as I looked at him, and the corners of my eyes started to sting. I clenched my fists and avoided his gaze.

He draws smoke from his lips like a smoke dragon.