𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

just this once

request (summary): anon: arvin teaching the reader how to smoke a cigarette? she begs him just so she can see what it's like, but she's curious and he asks for her word that she'll never do it again after he shows her

word count: 0.8k

warnings: smoking, language, fluff

a/n: oh my god i love this request lmfaoo i can picture this perfectly. GOD i love arvin thank u for these requests srsly 😭

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"Please baby, I'll be quick," you beg while following him out of his place and onto the porch.

"I don't care, y' could even beg on your knees. I'm not letting you," he grumbles and takes off his cap, slicking his back only to put it back on.

"I will don't test me," you glare at him, about to lower yourself onto your knees in front of him.

"Get up, stupid," he rolls his eyes and grabs your arm gently, pulling you back up. You whine and pull away from him, shoving him away playfully.

"I can never understand smokers like y' all. You say others should never do it and you go on right ahead and do it your damn self!" you flail your arms around frustratingly and cross your arms.

"Cus I don't want you to get addicted, idiot!" he raises his voice a bit while turning towards you. You immediately freeze up at the name he calls you and look at him with pure offense and shock. "Ah shit, wait. I didn't— baby you know I didn't mean that" he reaches out for you as you turn away.

You know he has a temper or some sort of a blunt side to him. So when he lets a couple of degrading nicknames slip here and there, it didn't bother you much. Unless he says it in a tone, but then again you know him better than he knows himself. You know he didn't really mean that, but of course. You want to keep pushing.

"I just want one goddamn puff. I just wanna know what it's like, plus you make it all hot lookin' and shit," you complain and peer over at him, noticing his cheeks dust pink at your comment. You smirk slightly in content and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

He lets out a heavy sigh and turns you around, placing a hand onto your shoulder. "Just this once," he leans towards your face to look you straight in the eyes. "Got it, doll?"

You smile ever so sweetly and nod quickly in agreement. "Just this once," you repeat and beam happily.

"Hell," he scoffs. "I've never seen you so excited for something. Thought m' own dick would be the only—" he chuckles to himself while getting out his carton of cigarettes.

"Arvin! Shut your mouth," you whine and shove him away playfully.

He snickers at your reaction while stumbling a bit to the side. He glances over at you and holds out a single cigarette in between his middle and pointer finger. You reach out for it and he rolls it back to himself, "Just this once?"

"Yes, lover. Promise," you groan softly and place your hands on your hips.

"Promise?" he holds out his other hand and sticks out his pinky finger.

You giggle and wrap your pinky around his. The both of you kiss your hands and pull away with soft smiles. "Promise," you confirm and giddily take the stick from him.

He rolls his eyes once again and gets out one for himself, pulling out his lighter in the process. He leans against the railing and watches you shuffle over to his side, mimicking his actions. He had to admit he finds it cute how you copy him from time to time, but this is the one thing he didn't want you to make a habit out of. He loved it when you helped him fix his car or wear his clothes, but smoking. Shit, it was late for him but not for you.

"Just this once," he glares at you playfully. He lights his own and then yours, watching you carefully as you bring it to your lips.

"Ye. Heard you the first million times," you scoff and look back at him, a bit of fear beginning to build up inside of you.

"Watch," he rubs your arm reassuringly. He takes the stick away from his mouth and breathes it out. He easily places it back in between his lips and inhales, exhaling shortly after. "Just like breathin', but with a bit of spice."

You smile weakly and nod in response. "Seems easy enough," you affirm yourself and inhale sharply. You place the cigarette between your lips like you remember he did and inhale deeply. His eyes widen at how much you inhaled and watch you as you quickly took it out, coughing harshly.

"Jesus woman! You didn't have to inhale that much, breathe! I got you darlin', just breathe," he pulls you close flush against him, and rubs your back.

You cough a bit harder and pound your chest, your face scrunching up in dissatisfaction with the dry feeling scratching at your throat. "M' okay! I'm okay, I swear. A- Again," you look at him and smile cheesily.

"I don't know—" he says uneasily as he wraps his arm around your waist.

You shush him and try once again, exhaling smoothly letting the smoke leaves your mouth. "See," you tease and lie your head against his chest. "Easy."

"Yeah yeah," he takes his puff and places his chin onto your head. "Good job, flower. But never again, or else I'll kill ya."

"Wow, I love you too Arv. Jesus."