Genie!Smoker X Reader - All Bottled Up (Part 2)

 Later on that night, you dressed yourself down to nothing but your undies and your shirt and headed to bed. Just as you were settling down, you heard a loud smash, like someone was breaking in! You quickly locked your bedroom door and hid under the bed.
 As you hid, you saw the same smoke from that afternoon billowing hard and the scent of cigars filled the air. You had to juggle both avoid inhaling the smoke and trying not to blow your cover. You watched as the smoke slithered from under your door and quickly dissipate. There were screams and punches before the smoke reappeared in the room and dissipated once more.
 "You can come out now, girlie." a deep, gruff voice ordered.
 You looked behind you and saw a silouhette of two boots. As you crawled out from the other side of the bed, you saw before you a man.
 He was tall and very muscular, a pair of silver cuffs accenting his wrists. His attire was a fur-lined vest that showcased his ripped torso like a tarp over a new sportscar. On his bottom half were blue belly dancer pants and curved dark brown boots. His skin and hair were almost as pale as the smoke that brought him in. Your cheeks were painted a salmon pink.
 "Where'd you come from?" you ask him, feeling your heart skip a beat.
 "I came from that bottle on your dresser, miss. For you see..." the stranger explained, summoning a pair of cigars from a cloud of smoke and lighting them, "I'm a genie."
 "A genie?" you thought to yourself, "Just like the story!"
 "And your name is?" he asked, as if he was interrogating you.
 "My... My name is (name)." you stuttered.
 "(Name)? The name's Smoker." he introduced himself bluntly.
 "You're a genie, right? So I get three wishes?" you ask him.
 "Isn't that self-explanatory?" he huffed and picked you up bridal-style, "I'm also sworn to protect my master from any kind of danger."
 He placed you back to bed and was about to retransform into smoke when...
 "Why don't you sleep out here tonight, Smoker?" you offer, scooting over.
 "Might as well. You are my new master after all." he huffed once more, taking off his boots, snapping his cigars away and settling with you.
 Later that night, you felt him pull you close. Your head rested on his soft but sculpted chest and his arms were wrapped around you. Despite being in a bottle for so long and his cigarish smell, he was so warm.