𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

road rage

request (summary): anon: how about arvin teaching you how to drive? you keep stalling it and get super embarrassed when people honk at you but he's right there in the passenger seat assuring you that everyone has to learn how to drive some day, he'd be all like "ignore them, you're doin' amazing. once we keep practicin' you could be a goddamn race car driver." 🥺🥺🥺

word count: 1.3k

warnings: language, some suggestive content if you squint, fluff

edited: tbh there's only so many gifs i can use for headers for arvin fics,, and this was lowkey badly written but i say that abt all my fics so rip

a/n: awe omg i luv this concept sm, pls i adore arvin so so much. and fun fact i started writing this on tumblr, bc i was too lazy to go to docs but ofc my tumblr glitches when im already 500 words in so i gotta restart UGH, but it's okay 😀

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"What are y' trying to say, Arv?" you huff and kick at the plank flooring of your porch. You and your boyfriend, Arvin were talking about going to the store but it somehow led to him complaining about driving. This is such a surprise to you because you would've thought that the fool loves driving and his car more than you.

He smirks at you while leaning on the wooden column, "M' just saying. What if I don't feel like driving all the time?"

You avoid his gaze that you know would make you weak in the knees, especially that it's paired with his killer smirk. That goddamn smirk. You hate it, but you both know you secretly love it. You only hate it because he knows the effect it has on you. Deciding to remain firm, you reply with a stubborn tone, "Well, then we could walk. Stretch out legs, y' know. That'd be good for us, don't you think?"

"Jesus, Y/n," he grumbles softly and walks over to you, standing quite close.

"What?" you ask innocently and glance into his dangerous brown-hued eyes.

"You know what I'm trying to ask, doll. Don't act dumb," he mutters, leaning so close towards your face you feel his breath fan your skin.

"I can't drive hun', I don't even know why you're asking," you cross your arms and glare at him playfully. "Plus, I thought you love driving and all."

"Course I do, but maybe it's 'bout time you learn. I can teach you," he reassures while he takes your hands in his, caressing them ever so lovingly.

You melt at his touch and groan quietly, knowing he's really trying to milk this one. "But with what?"

"What do y' mean with what? My car obviously," he chuckles and pulls you into his chest, snaking his arms around your waist.

"You gotta be playing with me now. You've never ever let me near your car when you're working on it, even when I offered. And now you want me to drive it?" you snuggle up to him and hug him back, looking towards him.

"Yeah well," he mutters, a bit caught off guard with that comeback. "You don't know how to fix or drive a car. But now y' going to learn how to drive one, so you can drive mine." You both stare at each other briefly, not understanding a word that came out of his mouth. Before you open your mouth he interrupts. "I'm just saying, let me teach my pretty girl how to drive, in my car. Please?" he huffs, bringing his hands to your face.

He squishes your face and you scrunch your nose at him, puckering your lips. He pecks your lips causing you to smile in content, "Fine."

He picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder in triumph, causing you to let out a loud squeal. "Let's go, babydoll!" he cheers and walks off to his car.