Luffy X Smoker Novels & Stories

He is smoking every time he is confused about something. "How come I never saw you smoked when we were together in Centaurus?" She asked while she was slowly getting the cigarette in his mouth, and stepped on it without any hesitation. He is a little bit upset, and it was noticed by Esmeralda. "I hate the smell of cigarettes. It makes me nauseous. Are you angry babe?" He kept silent. He just doesn't have the patience in answering her now. He gulped to hold back his urge to yell at her. He remembered that he is now Victor Alex Tan who is deeply in love with this woman.

“But it will take more than a few shitty reporters and cowards to bring me down, “ he says, “I thought you were smarter than this. “ Then Arthur takes his coat off and throws it on the floor. I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain. I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm. I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this? “Oh, don’t worry, Lily. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl

Jake slowly left my lips, my eyes were closed as I wanted this not to end. When I heard him chuckle, I quickly opened my eyes to see him smirking at me.My face flushed and I immediately looked away. “Stop trying to convince me into smoking cigarettes.” I said, sitting properly on my seat. I glanced at Black Ace and the others, to see that they were all smiling at us.“Boss, you sure need a third bottle of beer. ” Storm said.“Right away...” he passed me the cigarette, I collected it from him,“... and a fourth one too.” He was watching me with intense focus as I kept contemplating.

I dragged the cigarette one last time before throwing it out the window. “I'm not a fucking baby, Lydia” I didn't let her say another word but turned around to face her. I rushed Lydia to the table before making her sit on it, speedily. I puff the smoke all over her face and her eyes twinkled. My mouth attacked her neck as I sucked and licked her there. “Fuck." She cussed as she threw her head back before her long nails found my shirt buttons. She began to undo them. I rolled her shirt up before pushing it off her head and attacking one of her boobs.

Lyndon said and pulled out a pack of cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket. “I don’t mind them at all so long as there are no rats” I replied. My sober self probably freaks out and back out immediately. I can always say that I don’t mind the mess just because I know I came here just for a hook-up, and I know I won’t go back to this place afterwards. “Do you smoke?” He asked. “I do.” “Here” He handed me a stick, and I already knew what it is just by looking at it.

He put one of the thin white sticks to his lips and flicked a silver cross-engraved liter, igniting the end of it before taking a drag from it and putting the liter away. Layla watched the thin white puffs of smoke flare from his nostrils and mouth as she stood there in amazement. She had not liked smokers herself due to her father being one, but she found something relatively sexy about how smooth this handsome man had been when the smoke filed out of his flaring nostrils.

one of them said as he began lighting a cigarette, humming like he didn’t just help try to murder and dispose of his Alpha’s body. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” The other protested, his voice clear with anger at what his partner was doing. I imagined the smoker shrugging. “I’m catching a smoke, what does it look like I am doing?” He answered, leisurely disinterested in whatever his partner was trying to say. But the other warrior didn’t have it. He wanted the smoking warrior to stop his smoking so they wouldn’t get into trouble when the Alpha eventually came in.

And at her feet, Leo, in his little tuxedo, was making a face at the man he called “Daddy.” The child who carried half my blood, smiling like an angel. The photo was a shard of glass in my gut. Beautiful and deadly, twisting with every breath I took. “A cigarette.” I stared at the photo, devouring every detail. “But the doctor said your lungs…” “Give it to me.” My tone left no room for argument. Luca sighed, lit a cigarette, and placed it between my lips. I took a deep drag. The smoke hit my damaged lungs, and a wave of searing pain shot through my chest.

I put the stick between my lips and light the end, inhaling the smoke deeply. "Really? You have to smoke on our way to a party?" Lacey says, her voice laced with distaste. I hold the cigarette between my fingers and look at her like she just sprouted another head. "Yes, I have to smoke now. I'll either be too drunk to do it later or too busy to do it later," I say with a smirk and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. She tries to stay angry with me but ends up laughing when I hump the air to emphasise my point.

He takes a pack of cigarettes from out of his jacket inner pocket and smoothly places one in his mouth. As he lights it and takes a deep breath out, I feel a low rumbling growl form in my chest. “I don’t like you smoking.” I never liked him smoking, it did well for his bad boy image but I knew of the health implications. His seductive glare is an art form, one that already causes slight throbbing down below. He takes another drag on the cigarette but this time blows the smoke to the side, away from my face. “I’m a werewolf sweetheart, I think my lungs are safe.” He smirks as he takes a single step towards me, the still lit cigarette now secured between two fingers and placed down to his side