𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑶𝒇𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔
Partial inspiration from this original post! Credit for the Coworker!Indy AU goes to @hanasnx!
Notes
MDNI, Coworker!Indy, smoking, shotgunning, neck-grabbing, size difference, kissing, nicknames used for reader (kid, pretty girl, princess), author doesn't smoke so please forgive any inaccuracies ♡
You’d never smoked a day in your life. The closest you’d ever gotten was during family barbecues in the summer, when your father tossed burger patties on the grill. The smell of sizzling meat and that thick charred scent would curl beneath your nose.
And so, on your first day when Indy offered you a cigarette during your afternoon break, you immediately balked and shook your head. You didn’t know him yet, so the paranoid part of you wondered if it was some sort of test for new hires.
You eventually discovered that it wasn’t. He always took a smoke break, whether it was just outside the back entrance during a slow morning, or if it was after hours while he leaned against his car before he drove home for the day. He offered to share a few more times. He eventually stopped asking when you kept saying no.
You’d been relieved at first, but as you got to know him better, you found that you wished he hadn’t stopped. You weren’t sure when that had happened. Maybe it had something to do with catching yourself staring at his long, veiny hands too many times. Or the way his aquiline nose tilted as he cocked his head. Or the way half his mouth would raise ever so slightly when he was trying to hold back a full smile.
It was after another monotonous day at work that you saw him at his car again. The end of the cigarette glowed extra bright, reflecting on his silver rings.
“Hey, kid,” he greeted.
“Hi,” you replied, adjusting your grip on your bag. The straps dug into your shoulder. Instead of moving toward your car, you lingered there.
Indy’s eyes flicked over your figure imperceptibly. “You need something, or…?”
Yes. No. I don’t know.
“Why don’t you offer me cigarettes anymore?” you found yourself asking. A soft blush bloomed across your cheeks, but you stood your ground.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Thought it was obvious. Didn’t want to pressure you if it’s not your thing.”
Your gaze followed his long fingers as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth again. “I wouldn’t know.” His brow knit ever so slightly, so you explained, “I’ve never smoked before.”
Indy exhaled. Smoke escaped from between his lips, curling above his head. He kept his eyes locked with yours. “That so?”
“Mhm.”
“Maybe someone needs to teach you, then.”
A gentle heat grew in your lower belly, not unlike the dim orange glow of the cigarette’s embers. You swallowed.
Indy watched you for a few heartbeats. When he spoke, his voice was a low murmur. “C’mere.”
You took a few steps closer on wobbly legs.
“I’m not going to bite, Jesus Christ.” Since you were in arm’s reach, Indy placed a large hand on your waist to position you directly in front of him, standing between his legs. You just barely managed to hold in your gasp.
You’d never been this close to him. In this light, his brown eyes were nearly black, like two pools of ink. You wanted them to keep looking at you until you were stained.
“Open.”
You blinked. You’d assumed he’d be passing the cigarette to you, but you supposed you were wrong…?
Despite your confusion, you parted your glossy pink lips for him anyway.
Indy lifted the cigarette to his own mouth.
A small v-shape appeared between your brows as they scrunched. “I thought you were going to—”
One of his hands reached up to keep your jaw pried open as he leaned forward to exhale into your mouth. You gasped.
Then abruptly started to cough. Staccato puffs of smoke left you with each hitch of your chest.
Indy’s smile glittered like poison. His palm drifted down to your neck and you froze.
“Again.” His voice was low. “This time, inhale deeper.”
After he took another drag, he leaned in.
This time his lips met yours. He squeezed the sides of your throat and angled your head how he wanted it, licking into your mouth, devouring you. A soft whimper left you to dance with the smoke in the air.
Your head spun. You needed to breathe, but you didn’t want air, you wanted this, this tangle of lip and teeth and that taste of him hiding beneath the cigarette smoke—
“Easy, princess,” he murmured, pulling away just so.
Your chest heaved. Hazy doe eyes glanced up to meet his. “Sorry.” The word was a whisper.
There was that half-smile on his face again. “Don’t be.” He released you and you stumbled back a little, trying to gather yourself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, pretty girl.”
You nodded. “See you tomorrow,” you echoed.
Heart in your throat, you walked to your car on shaky legs.
You made a mental note to ask for another lesson on tomorrow’s break.
A/N: I wanted to hurry and get some original writing up on this blog, so apologies if it feels a bit rushed. Still, I hope you all enjoyed! There will definitely be more to come in the future!
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