𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

lover boy *

summary: a group of boys kept picking on you and arvin's relationship, and you knew just what to do to shut them up

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sexual themes, foreplay, language, no spoilers and doesn't follow the plot!

edited: tbh idk what the fuck this is but enjoy ig lol

a/n: i can't get enough of arvin basjhdbsd, so for some reason i can write a one-shot but not finish a chapter </3

It became a daily routine for Arvin to pick you up from high school. You loved the adrenaline rush of sprinting out of your class first thing when the bell rings, making your ways down the halls and out the door. Seeing his pretty face waiting in that damn car of his erupted butterflies in your stomach every single time.

He glances over at you with a small smirk on his lips, pushing the door open and taking another puff of his cigarette.

"Hi there, pretty boy," you breathe out and rush into his car, sitting down. You close the door and lean towards him, connecting your lips with his.

He smiles against your lips and cups your cheek, kissing you back. "Hey there, doll. Y' hungry?"

"For you? Always," you place your bag down, sending a wink his way.

He rolls his eyes, disregarding the way his heart jumped out of his chest at your tease. "Y' know what I mean, babe. Wanna head to the diner?" he asks as he hands you his cigarette. You nod and take a puff, flicking off some ash out of the window.

"Yea yea, of course," you smile and lean back, furrowing your brows as you realize he had another black eye. You sit up and place a hand on his jaw before he drove off.

"What?" he glances at you, licking his lips.

"Darlin', what's this," you mutter and gently brush your fingers against his bruise.

"It's nothin', don't worry," he shakes his head and starts the car again.

"Arvin," you hold his chin and make him look at you, a stubborn expression upon your face.

He sighs heavily and grumbles out his words, "Just the same damn low lifes picking on me because they saw me come to y' house with some flowers."

Arvin was always known as the outcast who could never get it and you were always known as the church girl whose life was dedicated to God. Both were wrong. Arvin was never the same after he met you, he would've never thought that you'd be the one to take his virginity. He wasn't complaining but from then on, he'd never judge a person by their looks. Turns out, you hated your religion just as much as he did. You were no typical church girl, that's for sure.

"Jesus fuck, can't you do anything without getting picked on? I'll fucking show them-" you pull away from his face, about to exit the car.

You instantly melt as he places his hand on your thigh, sitting you back down. "Sweetheart, y' know damn well you can't take on three boys like 'em."

"I-I know, but damnit Arvin. It's like you can't even breathe without them wanting to beat your ass," you huff and glance over at him.

He admires your passion and stubbornness, it's two of the many things he loved about you. "Remember?"

"Wait for the right time," you mutter in memory of every single time Arvin had told you that saying he learned from his own daddy.

"They'll get what's comin' for them one day. If anything, they're probably just jealous that they don't have what I got," he teases and squeezes your thigh.

"O-Oh shush you," you blush and bite your lip, looking away.

"Let's head on to the diner now, yeah?" he asks, driving out of your school parking lot.

"Sounds good to me," you smile at the feeling of him caressing your leg.

Not too long after, the two of you arrive at the diner and pull towards the front to park.

You and Arvin are immediately tense at the sight of the three boys exiting the diner, their obnoxious laughing and yelling filling your ears.

"Look who pulled up, damn! Is that lover boy and his little prude bitch!?" One of them insult, pointing at the two of you.

"Shit, I thought them boys are usually at the drive-in. Why the hell are they here?" he mutters, about to put his car in reverse to leave.

You send them a piercing glare as they continue to stand in front of his car, harassing you both. "I don't-" you mutter and instantly jump when a piece of cream pie was thrown at your window.

"Here's the only kind of cream pie you'll be getting, fucking loser," Another one of the boys spit, wiping their hand on the back of their jeans. Arvin clenches his jaw and grips on his wheel harshly.

"Let's get out of here," he scoffs about to back up until he heard your seatbelt click. "Doll, don't you dare go out there-" he quickly looks over at you, his eyebrows knit with concern.

You roll up your skirt a bit and sit on his lap, "Can I do this?" you murmur against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck.

"S-Shit I mean, y-yeah but they're right there- mmph-" he blushes as you bring yourself closer to him and smash his lips against yours.

"I don't give a fuck, I'll show them 'em much of a lover boy you can be," you say in between kisses and smirk against his lips as you feel him grown beneath you.

"Holy shit!" you hear one of them gasp as they notice you and Arvin's heated make-out.

"G-Goddamn, Y-Y/n," he grunts as you roll your hips against him, your heat brushing onto his.

"Yeah?" you breathe out and thread your fingers through his hair, reconnecting your lips with his.

"Mhm, f-fucking hell," he groans into your mouth when you palm him through his jeans.

You quickly roll down his window and grind yourself down onto him, making him let out a loud moan.

The three boys instantly shut up and begin to back away, "L-let's get the fuck out of here."

"Y-Yeah," One them agrees and they all walk off to their car, driving away.

You grin mischievously in triumph and slip your tongue into Arvin's mouth, continuing to move against him.

"Baby d-doll, they're gone," he chokes and places his hands on your hips, holding you down for a moment.

"I know," you exhale and lean your forehead against his. You give him a look and he easily catches your drift.

"You wanna go to our spot?" he breathlessly chuckles, his breath fanning your lips.

"Please," you pout and peck his lips, climbing off his lap.

As soon as you both drive into a forest that you both called your "spot" near his house, you were back on his lap. Needy kisses and touches being exchanged here and there.

"Watching, seeing and feeling you take over l-like that darlin', fuck. The things you do to me," he mutters lowly.

"I had to shut them up somehow," you giggle and leave gentle kisses down his neck.

"You, my love. Surprise me every day," he cups your face and presses a kiss against your forehead.

"I know."

"Can't believe you got me harder than a rock and didn't finish me off though," he pouts, causing you to throw back your head and laugh loudly.

"Why do you think I asked you to drive here?"

"To talk- oh."

"Yeah."

"W-Well shit, you should've told me e-earlier," he scrambles beneath you and slides off his shirt.

"Oh, lover boy," you roll your eyes and bite your lip, bringing your lips towards his once again.