Ｍｏｒｉｂｕｎｄ|| w. afton x reader

♗ Menthol ♗

You didn't know how it started at first.
Was it you or him who initiated conversation? Who knows? All that you knew now was that you considered him a friend and you enjoyed his company quite a bit. The 'him' in question being William, your neighbor.
Since sophomore year of high school you had been smoking. It used to be mostly the devil's lettuce but as you aged, you mellowed into cigarettes. Thank the Universe that you weren't a heavy smoker though. You smoked about two to three cigarettes a week and you'd pretty much tamed the smell; so you didn't stink.
But the thing is, you were only 19.
So you had to bum cigarettes off of William since he was over 21. To be honest, you didn't know how old the guy was. You just knew that he looked nice.
Not too bad yet not too good. Just that gray area, that was sort of leaning into the good. And he was really good.

The rain pattered, the final drops making their way down into the nasty city that was home. Boredom conquered your session of mining for diamonds, so you got up to stretch. The tin you kept your fags in catching your eye, your hand already reaching for it. The emptiness of the little box making your eyes roll. A sigh  lingering as you made your way to the door next to your front door.

You knocked lightly, not wanting to make too much noise since it was a little over one in the morning. After what seemed like a long minute, the door opened revealing your neighbor. His dark hair a mess, eyes red and robe loosely made.

"Sorry, but can I have some smokes?"- You asked quietly, trying not to look at the skin that peeked through the dark fabric of the robe.

"Of course."- He let out, voice raspy.
With that, he let you in and you closed the door. Making sure to lock it.

You settled yourself on his soft couch, turning his television on. The volume was low and set on a news station.

William set the box of boxes down on the coffee table, turning his attention to the screen as you made your selection.

You reached for the green box and took one of the white sticks out.

Seeing that you made your choice, William bent down and brought his lighter to the tip of tobacco.

"Ah, menthol."- He noticed.

"Want one?"- You raised the box to him.

"Why not?"- You handed him one.

He lit it and sat next you.

The two of you sat like that for a minute.

Well, up until you had smoked half of the smoke.

You leaned into him, his arm responding and resting on your shoulder.

"One of those nights?"

"Mhmm."- You traced swirls on his thigh.

You had already finished your cigarette but your mouth subtly craved more of the minty yet bitter taste.

Your eyes wandered over to William, he still hadn't finished his smoke, if anything it seemed as if he was watching the thing burn.

You sat up, his arm falling off your shoulder. Before he could ask you anything you sat on his lap. Bringing your lips to his. That taste that lingered in your mouth grew. You separated and wiped saliva off of his lower lap.

"I don't even like menthol but you make it taste good."- His eyes and body speaking to you as he stated.

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