Smoker X Reader Novels & Stories

NOAH ❁✿❀ The smoke curled thick and lazy from the joint between my fingers, filling my living room with that heavy, skunky haze that always made everything feel a little slower, and a little less sharp. Lex had brought the good shit—some sativa-leaning strain he swore was “clean as fuck, and just vibes”—and right now the vibes were the only thing keeping me from putting my fist through the goddamn wall. I took another long drag, held it until my lungs burned, then exhaled slowly through my nose.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

I smiled at him and put my chin on his chest, while our gazes intertwined. “Do you like what you see?” He asks me with that rabbit smile. “I love it.” I take the cigarette from his mouth and press it against my lips, suck on it, and then let the smoke escape from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips, he couldn't express how sexy this was, smoking the same cigarette, sharing DNA, and even sharing a bed. “So you smoke?” He asks me as he slowly runs his right hand over my ass, squeezing it tightly, while I just gasp.

* AUTHOR’S POV: The room was filled with smoke as he kept puffing cigarettes although he wasn’t a chain smoker. His eyes were fixed on the screen with a smirk playing on his lips. There was spark in his eyes that belonged to the person who was going to achieve something he thrived for so long but the way was wicked just like the smile invading his face. There was knock on his door as he didn’t say anything and let the man come inside closing the door behind him. The room wasn't dark but his aura and the cold inside made him felt that way.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

Without uttering a word, he turned his back on me, dismissing me like an inconsequential figure. From his pocket, Xavier extracted a cigarette, a deliberate act of defusing the tension. The flicker of the lighter cast fleeting shadows across his face as he took a measured drag. The tendrils of smoke danced in the air, mirroring the unresolved intricacies of our confrontation. The silence held, only broken by the rhythmic exhales of smoke. It was a moment pregnant with unspoken consequences, leaving me suspended in the unknown. The encounter had taken a precarious turn, and as Xavier continued to smoke in contemplative silence, the weight of uncertainty pressed on, urging me to brace for what

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"At that moment, Xander was very depressed." He felt that he had failed as a terrorist as he was so pissed off by a stupid woman that he kept stomping his foot. "Then, he glared fiercely at Mango before turning around to smoke a cigarette." Can you smoke outside? Mango choked and she started coughing. "Xander was smoking a handmade hookah, so the smell was really strong. " "However, Xander said with a wicked smile, ""I am a terrorist, do you think that I will listen to you?"""

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She reached down, pulling her top over her head, baring her lace-covered breasts to him. His eyes darkened, a smoldering look of desire flashing across his face before he leaned in, capturing one of her nipples through the fabric with his teeth. His hands roamed up her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. Eva shrugged it off, sighing with pleasure as his mouth closed in on her bare nipple, suckling gently while his other hand kneaded the other breast. She arched into him, lost in sensation, every nerve ending alive