Salem's Mostly Smut Oneshot Book! [DISCONTINUED + REPUBLISHED]

Nicotine (Matt/Mail Jeevas x Fem!Reader)🖤

song inspiration is nicotine by panic! at the disco. enjoy.

You still felt the taste of the man's lips on yours.

That odd mixture of a Cherry Coke and a hint of cigarette smoke. You didn't even know his name, yet he lured you in like the maw of a crocodile.

It was only a peck on the lips, a quick kiss to thank you for the pack of cigarettes you handed him at the service station. You, a worker of minimum wage, being thanked with a kiss from this mysterious and devilishly handsome guy--it seemed too good to be true, and yet you couldn't stop thinking about it. A soft, sweet, generous kiss that seemed bizarre for a stranger to do, but you welcomed it. And the way he combed through his mocha hair with his fingers while you scanned the cigs...he was too perfect. It was almost like he was brought here to you.

The only things you remember him saying was, "can I get a pack of Camels, ma'am?" and "thank you very, very much," which was said before the kiss. Then he waved you off, walking out the service station door with the pack of cigarettes in hand. Never brought a snack or a drink or any meds, just cigarettes.

As someone who was objectively against the idea, you never liked that you had to give these people their cancer sticks; most of the people who came in asking for cigs were either old or had premature wrinkles, yet this guy...his skin was freakishly smooth-looking. Pale, seemingly no imperfections except for the darkness of eyebaggage underneath his tired brown eyes. It's like the external effects would never catch up to him. You, however, knew the consequences of smoking, and knowing how young this guy looked, you got a bit worried about him. He'd probably die young and...no, don't think about it. He was too beautiful.

You were almost entirely sure you'd never seen the man at the service station before. You had memorized most faces that had come in regularly, and this one was not one of them.

He was just a man you'd see once and never see again.

But you had hope; assuming he lived around the area--it was almost impossible for him not to--you reasoned with yourself and determined you'd possibly see him again someday.

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

You jolt out of your daydream, surprised to see your coworker Beau standing over you.

"Huh? Oh, um...yeah. Sorry, guess I'm distracted."

Beau nods. "Long week, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah. Stressful week, too."

"I brought you a latte. Figured you'd want one." Beau places a latte cup in front of you.

"Thanks, Beau. I appreciate it." You say, taking a swig of the latte and wiping your mouth. "Hey, uh...when does your shift start?"

"Uh...about six, I think. Why?"

"I'm thinking of heading to the bar later. Y'know...just to test my luck. Do you think you could tell Micah I got sick and had to head home?"

"Hm. Yeah, I can cover for ya. That guy looked awful young though, probably not old enough to drink, are you sure?"

You nod. "I'm sure. Besides, people here do some stupid shit all the time. Wouldn't be surprised if he'd do some stupid shit himself."

Beau scoffs. "Well, head on, then. If you get caught by Micah, act sick. I've done this shit plenty of times."

"Got it. Seeya tomorrow, Beau."

"Seeya. Keep ya head out of the clouds and pay attention to the road." Beau says with a chuckle.

"Whatever."