'Stop smoking, it's bad for your health!'

'Should I do you instead?'

You hit him on his arm, and considering his size is thrice bigger and stronger than you, he only snickers at your effortless action. Careless, swiftly he pulls you by your hand and alas now you on a bed, pin under his grips. Why can't he be more obedient? He is a marine after all.

Granting your left hand its freedom, his right is unoccupied. Not too long now, since he decides to venture under your shirt. You start to twitch on his touch, before you let a moan out of your mouth when he plants warm kisses on your neck.

'Smoker!'

He looks at you with a proud grin, 'which one is it you want me to stop?'

Flustered, you pout, but only to be charmed with his tender kiss on your lips.

'Smoke stinks'