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IM SCREAMINGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(so tell me more) about love

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: highschool!au, playboy!yeonjun, fluff :D

summary: after the success of his valentine's day love letter, yeonjun has only one chance to win y/n over...can he do it? or will he screw things over?

warnings: just a few swear words

word count: 2.8k

notes: due to popular demand...i present to you part 2 for about love !! :D please read that first if you haven't<3 i'm quite (very) nervous amsjjsnd enjoyyyy!!😼😼💓

likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated!! :D<3

yeonjun went home that day feeling like he was walking on clouds. not only did he secure a date with you, but he also scored your phone number. he didn’t know whether to text you right after school or not. would that have been too early? he didn’t want to seem desperate and scare you away. he had one chance to prove himself to you- and he couldn’t ruin it. poor boy sat in his bed all evening, staring at his phone, wondering whether you would do him a favor and text him first. he kept on opening the message app, continuously typing and deleting paragraphs of text.

“hey :)” no- that’s too vague. “did you arrive home safely?” it was too early for questions like that. “so about the date-“ he didn’t even have anything in mind yet, he just knew that he wanted to see you again as soon as possible.

oh. the realisation hit- he had been so busy worrying whether the love letter would work or not- that he didn’t even make a plan for a possible date. yeonjun turned off his phone, letting his back fall against the mattress with a thud. he was screwed. he had never planned a romantic date before. he couldn’t even ask his friends for advice, as they would only make fun of him further. he was too determined to give up though- he got up, silently hyping himself up in his mind as he went over to grab a notebook from his desk. what was the perfect recipe for love?

after thorough research on love advice blogs, 3 ripped sheets of paper and a mental breakdown later, yeonjun managed to come up with the necessary steps -which he hoped were enough- to make you fall for him:

1. pick y/n up from home

2. walk around the park together

3. have a night picnic by the lake

4. get ice cream for dessert (excuse to spend more time with her)

5. walk y/n home (hold her hand if the date went well)

6. kiss y/n on the cheek before leaving

he looked at the sheet of paper with a proud smile- there was no way he could go wrong with that. going to sleep with a lighter heart, he decided that it would be better to ask you in person whether you’re free or not for the date.

turns out that’s much easier said than done. yeonjun only knew when you had bio at the lab. he skipped the class he had at that same time, waiting somewhere close (yet not too close) to the door to catch you going out. he felt like he was going crazy as he paced around the hallway, impatiently glancing at his watch. were classes always this long? his heart was close to giving out when the bell finally came to his rescue. he could spot you any time now, and his hands were starting to get a bit clammy.

you walked out the door, waving at him as you walked towards his direction. shit- he didn’t expect you to approach him right away. he sent a small wave back, fixing his tie a bit as he rehearsed his lines again, even though that’s all he had been doing for the past hour or so.

“hey, didn’t expect to see you here” you greeted him “what’s up?”

yeonjun’s face almost fell- you stole his first line.

“i, uh- had to deliver some documents to the library” he blurted out a quick lie, at which you frowned “isn’t the library on the first floor though?”

yeonjun wanted to slap himself in the face. he didn’t know where the school’s library was, he could have come up with something better.

“yeah, i- you know, thought i might as well get a few more steps in. gotta keep in shape” he tried to save himself. not wanting to dig his grave further, he changed the topic right after “anyway- since you’re here, maybe we could settle that date...?”

“oh-“ your face lit up “sure, i’ve been waiting for you to say something about it actually”

yeonjun fought the urge to pinch himself upon hearing that. you’ve been thinking about it too? was he surely not dreaming? he was disappointed that he ended up not texting you last night, but at least he came up with a solid date plan.

“how about saturday? are you free then?” yeonjun asked. finally, he used one the ‘lines’ he had prepared for today.

“saturday sounds good- text me the hour later? i promised winter i’ll meet her after class” you gave yeonjun an apologetic smile. you wished you could have stayed and chatted more, but winter wasn’t exactly a patient person and you didn’t want to get scolded by her.

“sure, see you later then” he replied. now he had an excuse to text you tonight, and he was more than happy for that.

yeonjun chuckled as he watched you run down the flight of stairs. he placed a hand over his heart, wondering how it was possible for it to beat so fast when you were around him.

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store bought food wasn’t enough for the picnic, yeonjun thought you deserved much better treatment than that. he made a few attempts at preparing a meal, only to end up on kang taehyun’s doorsteps, head down low as he begged on his knees to teach him how to cook a proper dish. he couldn’t show up at the date with that severely burnt quiche he had made earlier. taehyun agreed on one condition: he wanted a new set of dumbbells in exchange.

yeonjun sighed as he looked at his wallet, accepting the offer regardless. he had no other option- he could afford to spend a few bucks more if it was for you.

the quiche recipe ended up being a success this time, the picnic basket slowly filling up with more appetizers and sandwiches. still, no desserts were added, as he insisted on carrying on with the ice cream part of the plan. the only thing left to put in were the fruit ciders- he bought 5 different flavors, just to make sure that you’ll find one that suits your tastes.

arriving in from of your house, yeonjun hummed, his fingers dancing along the steering wheel as he waited for you to come “it’s gonna go well” he reassured himself.

you walked on the porch, watching as he scrambled to step outside of the car and open the door for you. “thank you” you giggled. it was a bit cheesy, but extremely endearing. you didn’t expect him to be more of a nervous wreck than you, as you had never been on a date before. you could notice how stressed out he was, his hands trembled a bit and his voice was shaky.

“all ready? you can put on some music if you want” yeonjun handed you his phone, wishing to subtly find out more about your music taste. he didn’t know, that your intentions were exactly the same. you snooped around his liked songs quickly, acting like you were “lost in thought”, then chose a song that was familiar to you. a common interest was always a good conversation starter.

“oh- i love this song” he exclaimed, turning up the volume a bit.

“me too” you whispered softly. your heart was beginning to thump a bit more in your chest, the wind blowing through the lightly opened window filling your body up with excitement for this all-new experience. maybe it was good that you didn’t ultimately choose to turn him down.

after the car drive there was over, you could notice yeonjun’s body getting all tense again. now he was all on his own, without the help of music to fill up any moments of silence. he was a bit unsure how to properly break the ice, making awkward comments such as “the weather is so nice today” or “i’ve never seen these flowers before” as you walked towards the picnic spot. you fought the urge not to snicker, it was cute to see him try.

maybe it was the fresh air- maybe it was the sun? or maybe it was the fact that his brain had at long last started to accept your date as reality, that made him become a bit more at ease. his movements weren’t that clumsy anymore as he laid the blue-checkered blanket on the grass, placing the picnic basket on it. he sat down quite close to you as he took out the food, your knees touching, but you didn’t mind it. the food kept on coming and coming- the blanket soon ended up being covered whole with a meal that was possibly enough for two families.

“i wasn’t sure what you liked so...” his voice trailed off, smiling sheepishly as he also brought out the variety of fruit ciders. you were speechless- when he first suggested the date, you would have never expected him to put in so much effort. hell- you were not even fully expecting him to show up.

he motioned with his hands towards the quiche. he had been constantly eyeing it this entire time, he must have put in a lot of effort to make it- you had to try it. you could see his eyes sparkle the moment you bit into it. he refrained himself from touching any of the food, waiting for your reaction.

“woah- that’s so good” you exclaimed “how did you make it?”

“chef’s secret” he snickered. a small lie wouldn’t hurt- you didn’t need to know that the ‘secret’ was actually taehyun’s help. he reached out for a piece himself, nodding in approval as he took the first bite. he put his blood, sweat and tears into this- and it was all worth it.

“well then- i guess i’ll have to come over to your house sometime so that you can teach me” you nudged him.

“what-“ a harsh coughing fit took over yeonjun- his ears turning bright red because of you once again. “take this” you handed him a water bottle, patting his back to help him calm down. he pouted once the whole circus was over- he was enjoying your attention on him, there was no denying that, but he wanted to be the one to fully take care of you tonight, not the other way around.

he was happy when the opportunity to do so revealed itself in front of him: it’s been a while since you two first met up, and he took note of the way the night’s cold breeze made your shoulders shake, your hands coming to rub your arms as you tried to keep yourself warm. yeonjun took off his jacket, handing it over to you “here” he held it up behind you, waiting for you to slide your arms in the sleeves.

“are you sure? i don’t want you to feel cold either” you hesitated.

“i’ll be fine- don’t worry” he reassured you “come on” he laughed, shaking the jacket slightly as a sign for you to put it on.

while you continued to enjoy the food, the song that started playing from his speaker was the exact same one that you listened to in the car: a slow, mellow ballad, a note of peace to his still racing heart “join me for a dance?” he stood up, gulping as he held out his hand towards you. you paused midway as you reached for it, your doubts getting the better of you “i don’t know how to dance though”

“i’ll teach you” a soft smile tugged on the corner of his mouth.

“okay but- don’t laugh” you wrapped your fingers around his, his much bigger hand enveloping yours in warmth, holding it with an utmost gentle grip “i won’t laugh” his other hand slid down to your waist, peering into your eyes for any signs of discomfort before continuing, swaying your body slowly to the rhythm of the music “you’re not bad” he chuckled, holding you a tad bit closer towards his body. the small distance was making your heart rate pick up. you locked eyes with him, his black bangs slightly falling on your face, tickling the skin on your cheeks “don’t jinx it- i might end up stepping on your foot” you nervously laughed, the atmosphere all too intense for you “as long as we don’t stumble in the lake- i don’t think that’s a problem” he joked back, his sweet gaze allowing you to feel more at ease.

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as much as you enjoyed the peacefulness of the park late at night, at some point, the cold got too much for the both of you to bear. you gathered your things and headed back to yeonjun’s car, not having a single idea that he wouldn’t take you straight home. your face instantly lit up upon seeing the entrance of an ice cream shop in front of you.

“what flavor are you getting?” you asked, eyes completely absorbed by the wide selection in front of you, fighting the urge not to touch the glass display like a little kid. yeonjun wasn’t even looking at the flavors, his gaze softened as he watched you, he’d take you to an ice cream shop every day if it meant getting to see that smile of yours again. the lack of answer made you turn around to look at him, making yeonjun finally snap out of that daze. he cleared his throat, brushing off the embarrassment. he pondered for a while, wondering whether to choose his true favorite flavor or not. everything has been going really good so far- what if that was a deal-breaker for you?

“mint choco...” he muttered at last. his body flinched slightly, waiting upon your reaction.

“cool- i’ll have caramel” you clapped your hands lightly before going up to the counter. yeonjun stood still for a little bit. “cool?” he whispered, repeating your own words. the usual reaction to his ice cream preferences was either a silent, disgusted scowl, or a childish remark, like “doesn’t it taste like toothpaste?” he didn’t know whether you were a fan of it too or not, but he felt touched that you didn’t judge his taste. he joined you to decorate your ice creams, placing a heart-shaped wafer on top of both of them, the sight making you smile as you used your phone to take a pic.

going back to the counter, yeonjun quickly took his card out to pay for the desserts, beating you to it.

“ah- you’ve already spoiled me so much today, let me pay you back” you argued, taking your cup and spoon from his hand. yeonjun placed his hand over your purse’s zipper, shielding it away from you “don’t- please, seeing your smile was more than enough to make it worth it” he said in one breath.

“you’re so cheesy” you snorted, trying to brush off the way his comment easily made your heart sway.

“you like it” he retorted.

“maybe” you stepped out of the ice cream shop, yeonjun following right after you. your house wasn’t that far away from there, so you chose to walk there instead. if you would have taken the car again, the time left to spend with you would be too little.

“my hand froze from holding this for so long” you complained once you finished your ice cream, taking the cup to the nearest trashcan.

“i can help with that” yeonjun stopped in his spot, rubbing your hands in his as he warmed them up with his hot breath. “is this okay?” he whispered, interlacing your hands together.

you nodded, beginning to walk again together, hand in hand this time, pink blush adoring both of your cheeks. his 5th objective was now achieved, there was only one last step from his plan left- the kiss. as the alleyway to your house was coming closer and closer into sight, you slowed down your pace, each step feeling heavier. yeonjun wished he could pause time for a bit to stay a bit longer with you, he wasn’t ready to let go of your hand just yet. his head was invaded by a swarm of worries, should he ask for the kiss? should he steal it? would that be charming? what if that earns a slap from you instead-

that train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of your lips softly landing on his cheek, the action followed by a giggle right after “thank you for tonight, i had fun” you said softly.

“does this-“ he chuckled, motioning to his cheek before nervously running his hand through his hair “does this mean that you’ll give me a chance?” his voice trailed off a bit.

“hmm, maybe- yes, most likely“ you smiled “depends. when’s the next date?”

replicating your earlier gesture- yeonjun leaned closer to you, pressing a quick kiss to your own cheek “as soon as possible?”

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surshica · 1 year ago

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Round 1E Matchup 2

May the most fuckable win!

#I BELIEVE IN TANGERINE PROPAGANDA!!!

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surshica · 1 year ago

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he is so ongngngng

If you're still taking requests I loooovvveddddd the possessive Tangerine getting in the bar fight if you could do something like that or a continuation of that!!

A/N: Thaaaank you for the love, Meg!!! :) This popped into my head first thing when brainstorming for jealous Tangerine. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you were hoping for but hopefully, it's a fun read...

Tempting the Target | Tangerine x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sexual content, violence, and cursing

You feel the heat. It’s boring through the back of your head. Spreading across the side of your face. Pinking your cheeks. Your skin is getting hotter and hotter. How can one person create this much of a reaction without even touching you?

Maybe because the source of the heatwave is your very attractive and very overprotective partner, Tangerine. You can feel his silent rage but don't want to risk looking over at him to confirm. It's safe to assume his handsome face is scrunched up in irritation because you’re currently flirting with a man named Paul.

"A little green-eyed monster is creeping out," Lemon sing-songs while flipping through his magazine. The Twins are a few rows down out of Paul's sight. Lemon with his back to you and Tangerine opposite to monitor.

Tangerine swipes at his nose causing his brother to guffaw.

“Not a bogey, you git! You're jealous. And that don't make much sense, since you’re the one who suggested she’d be the decoy.”

Tangerine glares at Lemon, “do not put this on me. She was begging to help out and your incessant encouragement that she'd be ‘proper amazing’ or ‘really time you put some trust in her, Tan,’ didn't help at all."

“That’s not what I sound like, right?”

Tangerine’s glare was enough of an answer for Lemon.

“Fuck you. Alls I know is she is doing a good job keeping him distracted and occupied. You’re just possessive as shit.”

Paul, the target, is playfully toying at your ankle which was previously stroking against his calf. You take it as a sign to get closer. He determines your next move before you can by grabbing your hips to tug you forward to straddle his lap. Tangerine is blowing a long expel of air out of his nose while he watches. Fortunately, the noise of frustration is only heard by Lemon. Who pauses his newly begun story to snicker at his brother’s annoyance.

“You’re not listening.”

“Haven’t you said that’s one of my faults?” he grits out.

“Oh! So you do listen?”

One checkpoint in this mission was to figure out how to stun Paul without killing him. The Twins were hired to locate this man and bring him back to Vincenzo, a stereotypical Italian Mafia boss. Apparently, Paul worked alongside him before going AWOL and owes him a lot of money and knows too much. The Twins really dumbed down the explanation of this operation to you while driving to the station. All you knew was that you got a chance to help out your boyfriend and his brother. They’re finally letting you into their world. And it felt amazing.

But their most important focus, since letting you tag along, was that they wanted you to stay safe. So, your task was to seduce Paul into thinking he’s about to have a quick fuck in the train bathroom. Only to be met with one of the Twins who will stun him, out of the public eye, and haul his unconscious body off the train once arriving at Cinque Terre, where they’ll meet with Vincenzo’s goons.

But that was with the impression that you could just use your charm to lure Paul to the bathroom. They underestimated just how shamelessly horny this guy could be. He knows there are at least two other people in this train car with him but here he is sneaking his hands up your dress.

Tangerine's eyes never left you. He was watching. Monitoring. While it was torture to see you get groped by this scumbag, he knew it was all a part of the plan. But the idea of Paul actually believing he could get lucky with you makes his hands grip the armrests even tighter. They’re meant to let this play out but this feels wrong, and he’d be damned if the guy’s fingers creep any further up your leg.

You mask any indication that you’re uncomfortable with Paul’s hands all over you by nervously laughing. To men that just sounds like flirtatious giggles. Good cover. He buries his face into your neck, the way Tangerine does to breathe you in in the mornings when he grants himself a few extra lazy moments to stay in bed. To ignore the disgust in the pit of your stomach, risk ruining the plan, and disappoint the Twins, you’re putting yourself in this recent memory of Tangerine grabbing for you after work. His hands transform into Tan’s, which are now gripping too harshly at your hips. 'His' newly shaved face rubbing against your sensitive skin. 'His' dick pressing against you…-

okay, that’s enough!

He is not Tangerine. You’re realizing you’re truly in over your head thinking you could disconnect enough to assist them in a mission.

From the angle you’re perched on Paul’s lap, you can see over his seat. You steal a glance towards the Twins. Tangerine’s eyes immediately find yours. They were empty. You can’t react fast enough to send him any sign of reassurance. But his look was a confirmation that you needed to stop whatever this was. You pull back to stare down at Paul. Forcing a smile. Hands caress his chest as you climb off of him.

You fake a seductive look before sauntering down the aisle toward the restroom. Your fingers dance over Tangerine's arm as you pass as a form of comfort. It's assumed Paul was too focused on your departure to notice the secret interaction. But Tangerine doesn't miss the way Paul's eyes are glued to your ass, with your dress partially hiked in the back.

"Fuck the plan," he seethes.

He’s up. Slamming Paul's head into the window. Lemon is incoherently scolding Tangerine while lunging out of his seat after him. You freeze in your tracks at the sound of commotion. Once you spin around you’re greeted with Tangerine’s blind frenzy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Your words fall on deaf ears. Tangerine’s fist pounds into Paul’s lip. It’s evident that the initial blow to the window knocked him out immediately. The guy’s limp body shook with Tangerine's beating. His strong thighs pinned him to the ground. Each collision to his face spits out blood that was pooling in his mouth. Some of it splattered on Lemon’s sleeve during his efforts to stop his raging brother.

“Oh, come on. You got blood on me, you twat.”

“Tan, stop it! Lemon. People could come through at any second. Please do something.”

As Tangerine revs his arm back for another swing, Lemon grabs it to harshly stop him. Pinning it down tight against his back. Tangerine squirms to break out of his hold. But Lemon smacks him upside the head in what only can be described as a brotherly fashion.

Tangerine is panting. Paul lays unmoving underneath him. His chest still rising and falling. The only telltale sign that Tangerine didn't kill him.

"I guess I'm on clean-up duty," Lemon huffs as he shoves Tangerine out of the way.

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You're all sat in silence. Tangerine next to you; face stoic but thigh bouncing through the remaining adrenaline. In the aftermath, he was a second away from dragging you off to the bathroom to rid himself faster of this chemical imbalance. But Lemon was grumbling insults as he tidied up, and Tangerine wanted to avoid the chances of a full-on scolding from Lemon for sneaking off to fuck after wreaking havoc. Your hand rests on his leg; slowing it to a stop.

Lemon is sitting opposite you, next to Paul. His hands are bound with a phone charger below the table to avoid suspicion from a passerby.

“This definitely was one way to subdue the target.”

As he directs that comment toward Tangerine, he places an angry-looking cartoon train on Paul's forehead. The blood on his face makes his skin tacky and the sticker loses its adhesive. Causing it to slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, almost like a real train disembarking out of a station down some winding tracks.

"But it was a bit of an overkill."

"Lem. I'll shove that sticker book so far down your fucking throat."

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surshica · 1 year ago

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kicking giggling

Get a Little Action In - Tangerine x Fem!Reader | NSFW

gif made by @dcbicki

warnings: Smut, 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex, cursing, & violence

“Sorry,” this man, with his gold front tooth glinting momentarily, smiles apologetically. He had initially bumped into you with a hand grazing your thigh, and pulled it back quickly once he realized. You’re none the wiser about the potential pervvy aspect of that action, and smile back silently as a voiceless forgiveness.

Next to your spot at the bar, on the right, two more stools are occupied. Tangerine’s grip tightens on his glass and Lemon rests a hand on his wrist. 'Not worth it', he’s mouthing to his brother. But you can start to feel the heat of Tangerine’s stare boring into the side of your face. Whatever he may be worried about, he should at least recognize it was an accident. You can hold your own in most situations. And you truly only have eyes for him. He knows that one for certain. But this guy doesn’t. And for Tangerine, that means Gold Tooth is slowly pushing his luck.

The thud of a shot glass smacking against the bar top draws your attention to the pair you came here with. Lemon hops off his barstool, and takes a step back while wiping the remnants of his drink away from his mouth.

“Right. Well, this night is nearing its end for me. This bird is leaving the nest. So, you two lovebirds can fly freely and all that bullshit!”

“Are you just testing out every avian reference you can make in one go, or...?”

Lemon grins at his brother’s annoyance then leans over to kiss your temple, “he gets testy on whiskey.”

Lemon moves to wrap a hand around the back of Tangerine’s neck to press their foreheads together,

“Behave.”

Tangerine gives him a tight nod but gently pushes him away by his chest,

“Get home safe, mate.”

You share some hugs and goodbyes with Lemon before it’s just you and your boyfriend together in this bar.

Tangerine stays standing after speaking last to Lemon. Taking the last swig of his Bourbon and setting it behind you onto the bar-top. He doesn't draw his arm back, and instead cages you in with his body. You're spun around in your seat looking up at him. He smiles down at you before leaning in to share a gentle kiss. His one hand moves to mimic his brother’s previous action; by holding the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You smile against his plump lips and enjoy this shared moment. Not wanting to have too much PDA, you pull back and give his biceps a squeeze.

Normally, when you lock eyes with Tangerine it always feels like he is the only one there with you. Except for today, you’re brought back to reality, as people dodging others to make their way through this club are causing the patrons next to you to bump into your side. It shakes you out of your tunnel vision every few minutes.

“Want another round?," he hums. Then fully moves to the right-side of you to speak with the bartender after your nod of confirmation. You swivel in your seat to have your back to the sweating, dancing bodies on the floor; Not knowing where some of them end and begin in the dim lighting. Another jostle to the leg of your stool has you firmly steadying your heels on the bar foot-rail.

You cannot truly blame the bar-goers as they have no control over the constantly moving traffic in this building. This place is overcrowded and the noise of the music is deafening but you take what you get. You’re happy to have this opportunity to join the Twins on a chill Saturday night out, which has now become a date night. It gives you that sense of normalcy with your man that you’ve been craving.

He’s subconsciously fixing his mustache in the wall-mirror across the bar, as the bartender fixes the drinks. You take this moment to admire him. But the feeling of a quick squeeze to your ass turns your grin into a frown with a slow realization. Both of Tangerine's hands are above his waist right now. So, you glance over to your left and eye up the man who has been pressed against your side for a good majority of the night.

“The fuck?”

“Whoops!"

The guy with the gold tooth; who's smile earlier matched the one he's bearing now. But it makes you uneasy, as it feels more smarmy in nature than sympathetic. You lurch away, trying not to cause a scene, especially in front of your hot-headed boyfriend. But this belligerent man one hundred percent just knowingly grabbed your ass. He has a very punchable self-satisfied smirk on, as he tries to feign innocence while sipping from his drink. The touch from another hand snakes it's way around your waist. You jerk in your seat before you realize you were subconsciously pressing your back closer to Tangerine during that interaction.

Tangerine sounds amused, "You alright, bunny? Why do you keep jumping?"

“Nothing. He just touched me I think.”

He leans down to hear you better, “What?”

“I just think he grabbed my ass.”

“What?”

The way he responds is unsettlingly calm. He squeezes your waist for a beat before standing straight and trying to size up the man in question.

“Please. It’s okay. Let’s just go to the other end of the bar. Or we can dance! You promised we could.”

Tangerine ignores you and moves closer to the man. He looks relaxed but you see the veins in his neck flexing. You cannot hear everything that's being said since he’s on the other side of Gold Tooth, but catch him mouthing things like 'apologize to the lady' and 'bash your fucking face in'.

A sinking feeling washes over you because it does not seem like this will lead anywhere but towards escalation. Tangerine has never had reasonable reactions to high-tension situations. It's not something you’re supportive of but can understand that sometimes reactions like that are crucial in his line of work. Where an emotionally labile choice could end with a victory or demise. Except Gold Tooth, who he’s now going head-to-head with, is an 'Average Joe'. Not a man affiliated to a gang or a weapon-wielding mobster. As a trained fighter, Tangerine has a clear, unfair advantage and you’re reminded there are a LOT of witnesses if anything happens.

Gold Tooth has been poking at Tan’s chest with whatever insults he’s hurling his way then gives him a hard shove—pushing him back into a group of women.

And , we’re off.

Tangerine immediately focuses on helping one woman up, who had toppled over due to the sudden collision of twice her body weight. His mouth is moving; probably with a rush of his English charm as he clasps her hand between his. His eyes scan the rest of the women in this surrounding Bachelorette party to ensure they’re all unharmed. Then in a dizzying second, he turns and punches Gold Tooth in the gut. Causing him to double forward. One of his friends, sporting a worn maroon fedora, shouts something at Tangerine and grabs at his wrist. Fedora uses his other hand to smash a half-full beer bottle into Tangerine's restricted arm. Tangerine wastes no time reacting by breaking free from his grasp, and grabbing Fedora by back of his collar for his own pummeling.

“T!”

He ignores your plea as he, as promised, bashes Fedora’s head into the bar top. A man, in an ugly green shirt, tries pulling Tangerine away from the assault. Tangerine drops Fedora's limp body to the floor and elbows Greenie in the throat. A gargled choke escapes him, as Greenie immediately lurches back and scurries away from the fight.

Tangerine whirls his body to a degree after feeling a firm hand on his shoulder and makes eye contact with Goddamn Gold Tooth. The mother fucking guy who started this entire ordeal. He mentally notes his brother would reason this man to be 'a true fucking Diesel!'

Tangerine gets punched square in the nose. You stare helplessly at other patrons as you watch your boyfriend return a few blows back. Harder. No one is making a move to stop this. Why can't anyone else get the idea that maybe this isn’t a normal bar fight? Is it not obvious based on how calculated and fast his moves are? Tangerine is a skilled assassin and you’re beginning to worry he may snap. The trajectory of these people's lives may just well change, if they’re about to witness a murder or two.

You turn to the bartender to plead for his assistance in stopping your raging boyfriend by at least calling the cops. But this tattooed riddled, muscular barkeep raises his hands up in surrender. There was no way he was stepping in based on the rate these men were being taken down by Tangerine.

A crack echoes over the pounding music, and once you realize the source of the noise, it's a gut-churning sound. You whip your head in the direction it came from. The area in which your boyfriend was just assaulting a man.

Lo and behold, there he is with fresh blood slowly starting to drip from his forehead and nose. Gold Tooth, now passed-out, was caught by one of his friends that was smart enough to avoid being in T’s warpath.

“Did you just fucking head butt him?”

“Let’s go,” he growls and grabs your hand; dragging you away from the scene he caused.

“Oh, yeah, like no one knows to look for the well-dressed man that stood out at this dive bar! You’re not going to get away with this.”

You’re hissing at him over the music, as he weaves you both towards the back doors that lead into a back alleyway. The quick transition from booming chaos to thrumming silence has you tensely staring at Tangerine.

“I think I just did,” he hums.

“You have anger problems."

He tsks, “You’re right. Do you reckon I should go back in there and apologize? Shake their hands and buy them all pints? Would that make for a happy ending?”

“Fuck you,” your arms are now crossed. Trying your hardest to come off as annoyed. But he’s standing in front of you with a watchful look. He's always so handsome, but especially now just lovingly gazing at you. Even with blood dripping down his face and blown-out pupils from his recent acts of violence. He’s looking really ravishing.

“That was the plan.”

He swoops closer to pick you up by your thighs and presses you into the wall of the building. You gasp at that motion paired with Tangerine’s breath on your neck.

“Can I have you? Here?”

"Oh he's in gentleman mode now?"

He grumbles against your skin in response and pushes his hard-on against your clothed pussy. Clearly, you’re both too turned on by all the adrenaline.

“Please.”

You rock down against him, “yes. You can fuck me. Make it quick.”

He’s frantically fumbling with this belt and moving your underwear to the side before fully thrusting his cock into you. With a pained cry, your nails dig into his shoulders at his swift motion.

“Sorry, love,” he mouths a kiss under your ear. His hips already rocking into you at a harsh pace. His gripping hands flexing on your hips, as he fucks you harder into the brick wall.

The noise of your sex was obscene, echoing off the walls of the club but mixing in and fading out with the music vibrating the bricks against your back. Tangerine is pushing his face against your neck; gasping and biting at your heated skin. You’re close to cumming alone just from hearing those very grunts he’s making. And your pussy was throbbing with the need to cum as his pounding continued. Tangerine is shoving his cock impossibly deeper and faster into your weeping pussy, his moans muffled on the mouthful of skin he’s biting.

But the sound of sirens rings louder in your ears than the beating of your racing heart or Tangerine’s moans. Your hand is smacking frantically against his shoulder,

“We need to go!”

Tangerine has opted for long, slow movements, his cock never leaving you. You shoot him a warning glare as he tries to challenge you.

Reluctantly, but not needing to be told ‘no’ again, he is lowering you down with some angry muttering along the lines of ‘these fucking clowns in the red-and-blue giving me blue balls.’

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