Jean Kirschtein- Smoking Kink.
Smoking Kink
Jean x fem reader (Nsfw)
Pairing: boy x reader.
CW: rough sex, overstimulation, hot wax play, smoking on the floor, dirty talk.
Words: 755.
N/A: OMG I wanted to write about an anime character who smokes but I didn't know who was best for this kink, so I chose someone who doesn't smoke but puts his desire to try it with you into practice.
The sound of his thrusts was getting wetter and wetter. Your legs were so wide open that they were already aching.
Several bite marks and hickeys ran along your neck, your breasts, your hips and thighs. As if an animal had hunted you down to devour you completely almost without mercy.
The wax was already dry after having dripped down your thighs and abdomen and your clitoris stung every time his pelvis collided with yours.
"Enough...I don't want...anymore" you whimper trying to pull away from him, crumpling the sheets in your fists. You didn't expect this game to become so intense for you, at first it was easy to bear but your boyfriend got very excited when you confessed your request to him.
"That's not...what you said before when...you wanted to test your...kink." Jean said in guttural grunts giving a few more lunges. Both you and he hadn't come once and after an hour of foreplay and overly intense warm-ups you couldn't take it anymore.
"Jean...me."
"Shut up woman, just enjoy...as much as I do." Your sweet spot was so richly stimulated, your hips molded so well to his following his movements. "Look how well you move around me." He whispers in your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe. "You take me always so well.."
His tongue thrusts inside your mouth leaving no nook and cranny unexplored, his teeth biting your lower lip from time to time. The orgasm was growing more and more. Already you felt the slight tingling climb up your feet to your spine, exploding in a sea of sensations.
Because of the warmth of the wax you could barely feel the orgasm growing, yet your body was telling you that you were close to exploding and that filled you with reassurance.
"Jean...don't stop....I'm going to cum" you moan arching your waist, moving your hips over his pelvis faster and faster, seeking your own release.
"Ah ah ah ah." Jean hums in denial. "I'm not done with what I was doing yet." His thick shaft thrusts through your rubbery walls to ram into you roughly and you groan at such rudeness.
You open your eyes in surprise when he stops dead in his tracks and stops moving. "Love, why have you stopped now." You grunt with a frown, you felt so helpless right now. He had snatched your orgasm away from you preventing your desired and expected release, just when you were so close....
Jean doesn't listen to you and without coming out of you takes a lighter and the tobacco packet to take a cigarette out of the little box. He lights it and takes a deep puff without taking his eyes off you, he releases the smoke, forming thick wisps of grayish-white air.
"Now I want to test my kink, honey." Your eyes widen like saucers as he takes another hard lunge, rekindling the flame in your core. Your head stretches back on the pillow and you moan in pleasure.
"Don't stop this time, please." You look up at him lovingly, trying to convince him that this game has gone too far and you need to release that built-up pressure in your belly.
"I wasn't planning to." He puffs again with a smile on his lips. His left hand holds the cigar while his right hand opens your thigh for better penetration. His cheeks twitch to hold the smoke in his lungs and then he exhales it into your wet pussy, smiling proudly at the magnificent sight before his eyes.
"Say my name, pretty girl." His lunges increase and become irregular, when he can no longer hold you with one hand he releases the cigarette and holds it in his mouth so he can squeeze your other thigh. "Open your legs wider and take it all in."
By now your mind is dizzy from the cigar smoke, from the pain of the wax, from the bites. Literally your body burns with pleasure. You babble his name a few times as you feel his orgasm erupt deep inside your sweet spot causing you to cum as you hear him moan and curse your name, smoke billows from his nose and mouth as he tries to come down from his high and stares at you with tired eyes.
You tremble beneath him, the one orgasm you had had was too intense and you cum dry around his cock, taking in all his juices.
"Good girl" he smiles and you look up at him too with a smile on your face.
"You know you're the best boyfriend in the world?". You say half sleepily.
"Yeah, I knew that..."
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Pull Your Punches (Levi X Reader)
Summary:
Moving to a new city should have been scary, could have been lonely, but thanks to your giant of a childhood friend, it was easy.
He trained some of the best boxers in the world, one of whom just happened to be the man whose poster you had on your bedroom walls when younger. His pictures did him no justice though, much better in the flesh than you could ever have imagined.
To find out he had the same penchant for winding your friend up was a surprise, something you did for fun and relaxation. But this was just for entertainment, it wouldn’t ever come to anything, it couldn’t. Would it?
Author’s Note:
Hi everyone! This chapter was written by @zedsdead1001 and after this the remainder of the fic will be by me. This chapter focuses a lot on the reader and Erwin's relationship and her history. Of course there's still some of that famous Levi flirtation we all love!
Please let me know if you would like the added to the tag list and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 4
Erwin had given Levi a choice as he led your now seemingly frail form to the office - come with or stay put. The pale man opted for the latter, not wanting to encroach on someone else's troubles, especially those of a person he'd only just met. That wasn't to say he didn't care, odd show of his compassion flowing out when in the midst of your episode, but he felt like an intruder whilst watching a large arm curl around your slumped shoulders, friendly protection in play. Still gloved and decidedly dark-minded, he tried not to get too pissed off on your behalf, those broken words spoken by a scared voice still ringing in his ears. Sure, boxing was violent by nature, however it was often born from a kind of necessity, his own past demons showing him the way into this life and he wondered what yours were.
"Mike? Here. Now."
"But I'm…"
"No buts. Get your ass in the ring."
The backdrop of a sparring session spilled through into the small office, cluttered tables heaving with paperwork and posters hung on the walls, trophies sitting safely in a locked cabinet. Tossing your gloves down, you gave them a wistful look as memories of your expertise came flooding back; you'd been quite adept at one point, but as progression was made, the flashes became worse. Once Erwin had left, there was no way you could have continued without the one person who understood so you'd slid out of practise. Morose and more than a little embarrassed at your public outburst, you sighed and flopped into an old leather chair, noisy puff coming from the weathered and scratched material.
"Will I ever be able to do it again?"
"Y/N, you don't have to force yourself."
"I know, but Erwin…" Battling with taking the easy route, giving up and sliding back into regular life you also wanted to take a shot at conquering your fears, break through that barrier which was holding you from so much life. It wasn't just the physical entanglements which were affected, it was woven throughout every element of your existence, unsurprisingly so, and you were aware that Erwin had only scratched the surface. "I need to tell you the truth."
"Ok Y/N. I'm here for you." A gentle hand took yours, warm and caring and you smiled weakly, ready to admit what had happened back then.
"So, you know it got to the point when those two stopped?"
"Yes."
"And after that I started with the flashbacks?"
"I remember. Just now was not the only time I had to unwrap you."
"Well, when you left it got worse. Not your fault, please don't think any of this is on you, Erwin." Fixing him with a serious stare, you tried to assure your friend that his departure hadn't been a catalyst, not truly believing that yourself, however you'd been right to say that he wasn't to blame. "So I stopped. As you know. And…well, that's when…that's when my brother picked up where he left off."
Strained silence bounced off the walls and permeated the furniture, faint sound of exertion from outside the only noise, a familiar yet tainted beating of gloves.
"He did what?" Erwin was livid, barely keeping it together and he clenched his fists, temper bubbling to the surface like a volcano about to blow. After all you'd suffered, all you'd done to defend yourself, your prick of a sibling had spotted an opening and taken advantage.
"He exploited the gap in my armour, Erwin. Saw that I'd given up and got back to his favourite pastime." You didn't need to elaborate to this man, previous injuries still vivid in his mind as if they'd happened yesterday.
"What about your father?"
"No, not him. He was too drunk to fucking manage to even lift a finger. Passed the family flame on, so to speak."
"How did it stop?"
"I moved out."
"But Y/N, that wasn't until years later!"
"I know." Hanging your head, you shook it lightly and stared down at free hands, hands which hadn't always been so liberated, something the large blonde knew all about. "Listen, it's over. I understand that. But having those bindings on me again…"
"Y/N…"
"It was too much Erwin, but I don't want it to be! I want to put this all behind me once and for all and function like a normal human being, not some scared little girl who can't even wear woolly gloves in fucking wintertime."
Blue eyes gazed to the side, man ashamed to look at you now. Of course he knew what your two male relatives had done to you, the constant beatings when your mother wasn't enough of a target anymore, older woman having already been ground down into a malleable and compliant servant. Once, your brother and you had witnessed the harsh rule of your father together, scared children hiding huddled beneath their beds and clutching to one another. But that changed.
Older and more impressionable than you, your sibling had taken the behaviour as an example, copying violence as kids often did. If you refused to tidy your shared room alone, he slapped you. Said 'no' to doing his homework, a kick. It was all he'd ever known admittedly, however you didn't fare well from the teachings.
When your parents found out, your mother was too scared and submissive to do a thing and your father just laughed, bringing his son into the fold and welcoming a 'man' to the household. And that was how it continued, your fighting spirit just spurring them on and a usual move of theirs was to tie your hands behind your back, tightly wound electrical tape almost cutting off circulation as they left you to struggle, ankles subjected to the same treatment. The pair loved nothing more than to watch you writhe around whilst delivering smacks and punches, all the while telling you how despicable you were.
After a particularly bad night, one which came about due to you spilling a spoonful of dinner whilst dishing up for them, you'd approached Erwin, begged him to help you strike back. And he did. You were already training with him following the incident with a bully, but this was more intense, more extreme and led to his eventual snap, your brother at the receiving end of the tall student's wrath. Between that and your own ability to defend yourself, the issues had stopped. That was until your flashbacks couldn't be managed alone and you lost interest in the sport, seeing the two side by side and leaving yourself open to further abuse.
When you spoke again, Erwin jumped, dragged from his thoughts with a jolt.
"So I guess I'm asking you to help me again. If you have the time?"
"Y/N, I'll always have time for you. But listen…don't force it. Are you still in contact with them?"
"Nope. This move was the best thing that could've happened."
"For many reasons. Ok. Here's how it is. We carry on as usual, back to basics though. No more one on one with Levi."
"Aww, please?" Returning to your more recent coping mechanism of flirting, you smiled sweetly and banished the ghouls which had invaded your brain earlier, chased them off expertly.
"Oh my god…" Knowing why you did it now, Erwin shared your grin and laughed. "I mean it. Simple circuit training to start with. No physical blows. We need go get you used to the feeling of...you know…"
"The tape? Yea…I wasn't quite expecting that reaction."
"Don't worry, Y/N. We'll get there. You want to stop at any time, say the word and we can just catch up like regular people."
"Thank you Erwin. Again. I owe you so much."
"No, you don't." The vague pull of guilt wouldn't leave him alone and it bolstered his will, fire burning in his soul to ensure you would overcome and prevail. "Anyway. No more today. You can come watch though? Get reacquainted with the old sounds and smells?"
"That would be perfect."
On your feet, you shared a warm hug, man's body easily enveloping yours and you breathed in the scent of honest sweat, something you'd once been accustomed to and would soon be familiar with again.
As you walked out with more confidence than before, silver eyes watched closely, noting the change in demeanour and he gave a small huff, sitting on the edge of the ring as if just hanging out. Mike was in the corner, checking his face in a tainted old mirror for any bruising, a round with Levi being hard enough, let alone when he was in a mood. Your heart jumped as you realised some sort of explanation needed to be given, an apology at least and you nodded to Erwin, brows raised and head tilted at the person you'd been clinging to recently.
Approaching, you offered a small smile and stared down, the casual stance betraying any use of physical force, arms over his thighs and gloves hanging loosely between his knees.
"Levi, I…"
A large padded item was waved, dismissing whatever was about to be said.
"Y/N, you don't have to say a thing."
"I do. Sorry and thank you."
"Both accepted."
Neither of you spoke and a glance of understanding passed between two people - this was shelved but not forgotten, comfortably stashed away until a later date, if that ever came. Knowing someone for under twenty four hours did not lend itself to mass outpourings. Your friend joined you both, own gloves on and he gestured to the ring.
"Still got it in you to go at it with me, Levi?"
"Any time, any day Erwin."
He winked, letting you know it was in the bag and you laughed, chair pulled up to sit back and observe the show. Getting that off your chest had been therapeutic and you could only hope that breaking through your mental chains would help. You watched the men skirt around each other, feet light and fluid, the squeak of shoes on the slightly padded floor bringing back good memories and you relaxed, allowed yourself to be drawn in as the hypnotic dance continued. Levi was more lithe in his movements, reflexes like a cat almost as he ducked and dodged, soles never faltering in pre-programmed steps, gut instinct playing a major part. Erwin was able to train and instruct in this style, any style to be honest but his own go-to set of instructions were based on power, small blows landed from the shorter male however he brushed those off as if laid upon him by a fly.
The blonde was building up to an attacking jab, you could see it, knew by the way he tensed and brought himself backwards almost imperceptibly. Levi knew it too, years of circling around this individual under his belt and he smirked, leaning out of harm's way just at the right moment, meaty limb shooting past his ear. They carried on in that same flowing display, bodies timed perfectly and swaying to unheard music, a strange kind of waltz underway which captivated you.
You were so engrossed that the woman beside you hadn't been registered, her cheerful voice making you jump.
"Hey Y/N! They're amazing to watch, right?"
"Yea…I've missed this." Smiling over at who you recalled was named Hanji, you nodded at the soft gaze she fixed you with, confirming silently that everything was ok - of course other people had witnessed the incident earlier and you were infinitely grateful that no one mentioned it. These types of gyms often housed people who had some aggression to let out for whatever reason, so you took solace in the fact that you were likely not alone in your past struggles.
Meaning to keep them that way, in the past, you clapped as the men called time on their spar, neither victorious nor on the losing side. Erwin jumped down, chest moving swiftly to drag in air and face bright and glowing; he loved to get in the ring and it showed.
"As much as I may regret asking this Y/N, I'm starving. Diner?"
A flawless face appeared from behind the large male, sticking out to one side and giving you a devilish look. Levi seemed to have just been reading or watching a film, no sign of physical exertion and he raised a brow, inviting himself along as expected.
"If you're buying, Erwin?"
"Of course." Giving a sigh, your friend grinned nonetheless and you smiled back, glad that he could see when the subject needed to be avoided and mental defence mechanisms should kick in. "Showers first."
You looked down, in need of one yourself and grabbed your bag, following to the small yet well maintained bathrooms. Luckily there were four separate cubicles, catering to all needs and you took one, placing your clothes on a built in shelf behind the door, self contained unit providing a dry area for belongings. The sound of hot water came from all around as three of you had your own thoughts, processing the day's events as only a nice warm shower could offer - it was certainly a good place to think.
Perhaps forcing yourself to train would be a good thing, but you would ask Erwin if some after-hours sessions could be arranged in private, another incident sure to arise and you hoped to suffer it with just one person next time. The owner of this establishment was actually pondering the same thing, plans laid internally to help you like he used to, make up for lost time and give much needed support once more. He hated to see you crumble and understood the need to keep it as personal as possible. Levi tilted his head back, let the water run over his face in soothing sprays. Whatever was going on remained none of his business, however he would take your lead - if the impending meal included flirting, great. If not, all fine too. He wanted to get to know you better by any means and intended to do just that. You were definitely an interesting creature.
Fresh clothing applied, you stepped out and slid your shoes on, wet hair dried enough to not drip everywhere and a door opened on one side, small towel wrapped around a porcelain and powerful waist, fabric barely covering the necessary.
"You seen my pants?"
"Thankfully not, Levi." Flirting it was. Levi smirked, sweeping dark locks back with a shrug.
"I'll just go like this then, yes?"
"No you will not." Erwin emerged, fully clothed and slightly red from an overly hot wash down. "You left them out there." He strode away, mumbling about pre-planning and you shared a glance with the practically naked man as he leant against the door frame, arms crossed and radiating smugness.
"So Y/N. Like what you see?"
"I can't see everything, so I'll reserve judgement. You still have a massive boast to live up to."
"Like I said, you know my magic number."
A pair of jeans hit him square in the face, strong throw from Erwin sending the garment precisely to it's target and you laughed, shorter male slipping back into the cubicle to commence dressing.
A relatively uneventful walk later and you'd arrived, busy diner buzzing with activity. One booth was vacated, perfect timing and you waited patiently for the table to be cleaned down, plates removed and new menus presented. Erwin slid in first, taking up one side pretty much on his own and Levi sat opposite, letting you join him with a pat to the leather seat.
"Plenty room for one more, Y/N."
"Thank you, Levi."
Keeping it civil, you smiled sweetly and flopped down, eyes on the menu in a mirror of your friend opposite. This meant that he saw nothing but food, missed the small exchange before him, words masked by the sound of chatters and coffee machines. Levi came close, lips on your lobe that brushed delicately while he spoke.
"You smell fucking divine."
Turning, you bumped noses and gave a sly grin.
"You should find out what I taste like, then."
"I may just do that, Y/N." His tongue flicked out swiftly, tickling on your pout and your lids almost closed. Not now, you told yourself. This is just some fun, stress relief, shameless teasing. Nothing's ever going to happen, he's only playing too. After the scene earlier, it surprised you that Levi still wanted to get into this actually and you sat back slightly, saw a deeper hue to his piercing grey eyes that confused you. Was he only playing? Of course he was. You'd only just met. Keeping up the connection, you stared at one another, feeling the other out like you were circling in the ring, sizing up your opponent.
"Are you two actually going to order?"
"Sorry Erwin. Apparently my shower gel does something to him. Not my fault."
"Didn't you just literally offer yourself up on a plate,Y/N?"
"Levi, I have no idea what you mean." Winking, you looked down and bit your bottom lip in faux concentration, aware of eyes on you at all times. Erwin wondered why he put himself through this, tried to remember that your methods were unusual yet seemingly effective and attempted to ignore the way his fighter was devouring you with his gaze. He knew Levi well, had seen how hot-blooded he could be - passionate when boxing and just as fervent outside of the stretchy ropes. The blonde only hoped that whatever you were getting yourself into, for fun or not, didn't lead to more pain.
Taglist:
@rouge-variant @missam @leviackermanmyhero245
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