⤷ ゙Day 11 : Age gap + cigarettes + pain play ˎˊ˗

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Mentor!John x inexperienced hunter!user

Lil summary

It's no secret that John enjoys the power he has over you, and he takes advantage of you by stealing one of his cigarettes to make you finish the rest of the pack and use your tired hands as an ashtray.

USER IS OVER 20 YEARS OLD OK 💔

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Your body was heavy and sore after the hunt. You didn't want to act like a whiny brat, but the motel where you were going to stay with John wasn't the best option. You didn't say anything, but you wanted an excuse to leave for a while.

Your curiosity piqued when you spotted a pack of cigarettes. You'd been craving one thanks to the Nebraska chill, and the only store nearby was sold out. You didn't think it was a bad idea to have one or two; after all, you were a passive smoker thanks to John, who was currently busy unjamming his gun.

When you stepped out onto the balcony to smoke, the warm smoke filled your lungs. It was both comforting and uncomfortable. "That's where my cigarettes are. I thought they fell from my pocket, and turns out it was just you..." But you almost dropped your lighter when you heard him say that. John placed his hand on your shoulder in an almost comforting attempt. "I'll smoke with you too, let's finish the pack."

You weren't used to smoking much, so after one cigarette, you timidly tried to refuse. John exhaled, still with the cigarette in his mouth, barely raising an eyebrow. He started with small encouragements, then gradually tired of it as he realized your lungs were uncomfortable.

"You think you can stop now? Did you think you can smoke one without my permission and then quit whenever you want? Please, you're the one who started, and I'll be the one to tell you when to stop." John's voice took on a more authoritarian tone, though he couldn't deny he was somewhat excited by the control he had over you, by how self-conscious you became when you obeyed him.

So why not push the boundaries a little? He didn't like it when you coughed and dropped your cigarette. His hand forced your jaw so close it was just millimeters from touching his face, exhaling smoke directly into your mouth, leaving you no chance to refuse.

Then he took your wrist and whispered in your ear, "That's what you get for disobeying me..." followed by burning his cigarette against your palm. A chill ran through his body when he heard you moan in pain. "It's a shame, Bobby said you were a good kid..."

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I hate that mam but he's hot so...

Request by @Im_slut_for_leon !