They'd only been apart for a week and already he had a new lover hanging off his arm.
And Tangerine didn't know how to feel about it.
On one hand, he didn't care. Why would he? It wasn't like you two were exclusive. Neither of you wanted that.
But on the other hand, he didn't expect you to seduce someone else so quick. I mean it had only been a week since your last little rendezvous with him in that small, blood-stained hotel room.
And now here you were, across the room, whispering god knows what into some random woman's ear, clearly something flattery seen by the shy smiles and incessant giggling she shot towards you.
Tangerine felt an unexpected pang in his chest, a mix of nostalgia and bitterness that he thought he had left behind that night when you walked out on him.
The bright overhead lights seemed to highlight the woman, her features, the lavish clothes and jewellery she adorned herself in, the way she draped herself across you when she thought no-one was looking, it was almost as if the universe was mocking him.
This is who you picked over him?
Tangerine almost had to hold off a scoff. He was also thankful that Lemon wasn't around to witness whatever this was, he knew his brother would take the piss out of him else.
He couldn't say he'd blame him either, wounded pride aside.
This wasn't how he usually operated.
He didn't get attached, he didn't care about people, well apart from his brother, that was just how he was.
It was Tangerine and Lemon. Just them. No one else.
But he did have to admit, even if only subconsciously, that having something on the side, something to go back to no matter how unstable it was in theory, outside of his job was nice. He enjoyed it. Enjoyed the time he spent with you.
And now, it's like none of that happened.
Tangerine swirled the whiskey in his glass, eyes narrowing as he watched you from across the room. You hadn’t even noticed him yet—or maybe you had and just didn’t care. That possibility stung more than he’d like to admit.
He told himself to look away, to let it go, but his gaze was glued to you. The way you laughed, head tilted just so, fingers brushing the woman’s arm like it was second nature. Like that same touch hadn’t driven him mad just a week ago. His jaw tightened.
'Pull yourself together, for fucks sake'. He took a long sip of his drink, the burn doing little to distract him from the gnawing sensation in his gut. This wasn’t him. Tangerine didn’t get jealous. He didn’t do feelings—at least not the messy, unreciprocated kind.
But then again, you weren’t like anyone else he’d met.
He should’ve known better. He thought he knew better. You weren’t the type to stick around. You’d made that clear from the start—wild, unpredictable, always chasing the next thrill. It was part of what drew him to you, that reckless abandon. But now it was like he was the one left chasing, and that didn’t sit right with him.
“Oi, you’re staring,” a familiar voice broke through his thoughts.
Tangerine turned to see Lemon standing beside him, a knowing smirk plastered across his face. “What are you doin’ here?” Tangerine asked, deflecting immediately. He really didn't want to deal with Lemon right now, or anyone that wasn't filling his glass.
“Same as you, bruv. Job’s done, figured I’d grab a drink. Didn’t think I’d catch you lookin’ like a lovesick puppy.” Lemon’s smirk widened as he glanced over at you. “Ah, I see now. That them?”
“Don’t start.” Tangerine’s voice was low, warning, but Lemon wasn’t one to let things slide.
“Mate, you’re sulking. Over someone who, by the looks of it, has moved on.” Lemon took a sip of his beer, completely unbothered by the glare he received.
“I’m not sulking,” Tangerine snapped, though he immediately realized how unconvincing he sounded.
Lemon raised an eyebrow. “Right. So you’re just standin’ here, drinkin’ like the world’s endin’, because… what? You fancied the décor?”
Tangerine clenched his jaw, glancing back at you despite himself. He hated how Lemon could read him so well, how he always managed to call out things Tangerine didn’t want to admit even to himself.
Usually he could ignore his brother's weird knack for reading people and seeing things even they weren't aware of but when it was directed towards him along with that knowing look, it made him uneasy.
Lemon continued, oblivious to the storm brewing in Tangerine’s mind, “You could go over there and remind ‘em what they’re missin’. You’re not exactly subtle, but you’ve got charm when you try.” Lemon was joking. Clearly he was, but...
Tangerine glanced at him, then back at you. He could already feel the tension building in his shoulders, the pull between walking away and marching across the room to do something stupid. Really stupid.
“Don’t.” Lemon held up a hand, like he could see the decision forming. “Not here, not now. You’re better than that, yeah?”
Tangerine didn’t answer. He drained his whiskey, set the glass down a little harder than necessary, and turned away from the scene.
“Better than that,” he muttered, mostly to himself, though the words didn’t feel true in the slightest.
He could still hear you and the woman's combined laughter on his way out.
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Just something I quickly wrote up so it's probably has some errors or just is kinda crappy but I still have no motivation to write atm 😭
Tags/Warnings: vulgar language; rough sex; hate sex; p-in-v sex; fem!degradation; shameless smut; kitchen sex
Summary: Tangerine was a man filled with intense hatred towards you, and no matter what you tried, there seemed to be no way of appeasing him. When you needed something from him, however, you were willing to go to great lengths to get it; even if it meant trading something of value to satisfy his most basic desires.
A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks challenge; H as in hatefucking.
masterlist • faq • AO3 • ko-fi
A wicked smile formed on your lips as you felt the familiar warmth of him against you. The adrenaline rush surging through his body was driving him to slow madness, something you were all too familiar with. The air around you began to thicken, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body as you welcomed the intensity of his embrace.
"S'that what you got to offer?" his eye twitched again, a snarl leaving his lips as he watched you nod. The darkness of his pupils seemed to spread like ink across the sea of blue that filled his eyes, the edges of his irises slowly fading away until all that remained was an abyss that seemed to swallow the light around them.
His face glistened with sweat, the room's air filled with the pungent scent of sex as you stood before him. His eyes were fiercely staring you down, and in a swift motion, you reached for a napkin on the counter, quickly wiping his cum off of your heated skin before throwing the used napkin in his face.
The dark room concealed your figure like a black blanket draped over you in the night, its eerie stillness a stark contrast to the heavy steps carelessly growing louder as he approached your hidden position. You held your breath as the sound of his boots echoed through the darkness, your heart pounding in anticipation of his arrival.
The dark jacket was draped over his bloodied arm, exposed by the rolled-up sleeves. The exposed tattoos showed evidence of the time that had slowly eroded them away, their colors now barely discernible, the edges frayed and dull. The vest clung to his body, emphasizing his slim waist, a sight you found both appealing and infuriating.
An exhausted sigh left his chapped lips, an almost invisible scar decorating the bottom of his lip that had been there since you first encountered each other in Switzerland many years ago. He was mesmerizing back then, back when you were still unaware of the depths of his true character; the vulgarity of his words, the hurt his hands were able to inflict, and the painful pleasure that his coarse nature could bring. If it weren't for his good looks, he'd be dead by the time you were standing in the safety of his flat. You had seen and experienced so much since that time in Switzerland, yet still, here you were, standing in the same place, your eyes once again taking in his figure, his alluring beauty, and his mysterious and dangerous aura.
Watching his careless behavior felt almost surreal; there were no signs of the mean demeanor you had come to associate him with, no signs of his mercilessness and ruthlessness as you stayed within the shadows. Still, he moved with the precision of a killer as he draped the jacket over his chair, soon followed by his vest, leaving only a light shirt on; the few loose buttons on his collar revealed a patch of dark, coarse hair decorating his broad chest, glimmering in the soft light of the room. His movements were calculated and precise, yet they still had the grace of a dancer, his shirt outlined the contours of his muscular torso, and the sight of his strong arms was mesmerizing. You could not help but be entranced by the sight of him, and you stayed there, captivated by his movements
Running a hand through his hair, back towards you, your eyes stayed glued to the way his bicep strained the sleeve as he unintentionally flexed it. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he grabbed a carton of eggs from his near-empty refrigerator and a spatula. Taking the pan from the stovetop, he scraped it clean before pouring the eggs into it. He began to scramble them, his movements swift and confident as he seasoned them with salt and pepper.
You thought to yourself, "Who eats eggs at night?" as his piercing eyes darted towards you, almost as if he had heard your inner musings.
Body flexing on instinct, he initially raised the hand with a spatula, ready to be used as a weapon, before the recognition of who you were kicked in. His face showed absolutely no signs of friendliness, his gaze cold and firmly fixed on you as his hand tightened around the utensil. You weren't expecting anything less from the man before you, who was doing everything in his power to protect himself and his home.
"I should stab you with this fuckin' spatula," is voice was rough and raised as if he had been screaming moments before. A small smile slowly spread across your face as you pushed yourself away from the wall and stepped into the warm light of Tangerine's kitchen. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was serious, but you weren't afraid. You knew it was time to face the challenge that had been presented to you.
Step by step, you slowly crept closer to the corner of the table, your fingertips lightly gliding across the sleek, unblemished surface. The quiet scraping of your nails against the island's surface could be heard reverberating through the thick air, seeming to linger for a moment before dissipating into the atmosphere.
You smiled sweetly, your voice dripping with saccharine venom as you asked, "Are you making dinner for two?" Your hand moved behind your back, your fingertips brushing against the cold metal of your handgun. A familiar rush of adrenaline surged through you as you prepared yourself for whatever was to come. You held your breath as you waited for his response, your eyes narrowing as you watched for any signs of deception.
Tangerine watched your every move as a hawk, ready to pounce the moment you'd make a wrong decision. Lying the spatula down, he turned off the stove and put his hand on the kitchen island. With your way blocked, your fingertips danced along the gun's handle.
"Now why the fuck would I ever consider having a fuckin' dinner with you?" he snarled, "bitches like you don't serve nice things."
"Ouch," you said with a grimace of pain, one hand still on your chest and the other firmly clutching the handle of your gun. You could feel the cold metal pressing against your skin, the weight of your weapon in your palms as you pointed its muzzle right at where Tangerine's heart would be if he had any. Your gaze hardened, your finger tightening around the trigger, as you silently dared him to make a move.
His eyes trailed along the entirety of your arm, down to the tip of your finger which was pressing lightly against the trigger of the gun. His face was downcast, his lips pressed together tightly. He slowly looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours through his heavy lashes. He seemed to be waiting for something, his gaze unwavering.
"What the fuck do you want?" he finally asked, his voice a mere whisper.
With a shrug, you thrust the gun forward, its barrel pressing into the rigid muscles of his body. "I want the drive you took from Jiménez," you said, your words coming out in a low, menacing growl.
"Dunno what you talkin' about," he shrugged, the corner of his mustache twitching.
Taking the final step toward him, your chest a mere inch from his, you held his gaze as you pressed the muzzle of the gun firmly against his temple.
"Don't fuck with me, Tangerine. I know what you did in Guantanamo," his breath was warm and toxic as it fanned over your face; he listened intently, his eye twitched as he struggled to hold himself together, "you and Lemon...you took what was mine and I want it back."
Lifting your arm up in the air, the butt of the gun was aimed directly at Tangerine's face before his fingers wrapped securely around your wrist, wrenching it painfully and resulting in you dropping the weapon. Taking advantage of the moment, Tangerine managed to get one of his legs between yours, painfully twisting your arm behind you, yet you didn't give up so easily, even when confronted by a man who had the potential to overpower you.
Throwing your head back, you felt him groan as the back of your head hit something hard. Swinging your hand away from his body and turning back to face him, you could see a slight trail of blood coming from his nose, his hair tangled and disheveled. With a powerful kick to his thigh, Tangerine was soon kneeling on one knee before you. Raising your leg to deliver the final blow to his head, he took the opportunity and launched forward, his body crashing into yours as his arm wrapped underneath your raised leg, the other going straight for your neck as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. His grip was firm and unrelenting, his face inches away from yours as you felt his breath on your skin.
Your back met the surface of his kitchen island with a heavy thud, air knocked out of your lungs as the back of your head slammed against the island, a moan of pain escaping from your parted lips. His gaze locked onto yours, almost daring you to make a move. His eyes seemed to bore into yours, unflinching and unyielding, as a chill ran up your spine.
Tangerine's body was pressed hard against yours, his hips holding yours down as he firmly pinned your leg to your chest with his arm, while his other hand clamped down around your throat with tremendous pressure, so intense it felt as if he was going to choke the life right out of you.
"Now why the fuck would I give you that," he spat at you, a drop of blood dripping on your cheek as you felt the heat of his anger radiating from him. His grip around your throat tightened, leaving you gasping for air as your fingernails dug into the thin skin of his hand, desperate for a release. Your eyes met his and you saw the wrath behind them. He released his grip just enough to allow you to breathe, but the warning was still clear in his gaze.
A wicked smile formed on your lips as you felt the familiar warmth of him against you. The adrenaline rush surging through his body was driving him to slow madness, something you were all too familiar with. The air around you began to thicken, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body as you welcomed the intensity of his embrace.
"Now, now, Tangerine," you taunted him, hips grinding against his hardening cock. His breath hitched and a low growl escaped his throat as you moved against him. The man above you furrowed his eyebrows, eyes following your body's movement while his arm pushed your leg even more into your body.
"S'that what you got to offer?" his eye twitched again, a snarl leaving his lips as he watched you nod. The darkness of his pupils seemed to spread like ink across the sea of blue that filled his eyes, the edges of his irises slowly fading away until all that remained was an abyss that seemed to swallow the light around them.
Yanking you up roughly, he didn't waste a second in turning you around. His hand gripping your hair, he roughly slammed you down onto the cold, marble kitchen island. The shock of the hardness against your body made you gasp in surprise. He used his arm to hold you in place, his other hand tracing a path down your back.
"I ain't gonna go easy on ya'" his lips moved along your ear, arm tightening around your neck as he pushed your face down. The coolness of the surface seeped through your heated cheeks as he ground his semi-hard cock into your ass, sending a wave of desire coursing through your body. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, his hand gripping your hips.
Tangerine yanked down his dress pants, palming his cock through his underwear as his other hand worked on your own pants. A surprised yelp escaped your lips as you felt his hand connect harshly with the flesh of your ass, the heavy rings decorating almost all his fingers surely leaving marks behind that would linger for days. His hand quickly found its way between your legs, pushing aside the fabric of your barely-there underwear to find the wetness that had been building up since he first slammed you against the counter. His fingernails scraped against your sensitive skin, causing you to gasp in pleasure and anticipation. Tangerine leaned in closer, chest pressed against your back, his lips just barely brushing against your neck as he whispered in your ear with a chuckle, "Look at you, fuckin' hell, always knew you were a dirty whore."
"Shut up," you pushed yourself into his hand as his fingers circled your entrance, causing him to dip his digits inside you, "Just fuck me already, Tangerine, or is it too complicated for you?"
He grabbed the soaked material of your panties, yanking them towards him with a firm tug. Pain shot through your hips as the fabric dug into your skin, before finally tearing apart. A hiss left your lips, and you strained your head to the side to watch as Tangerine looked down at your juices that were painting the inside of your thighs. His gaze was hungry, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body as he stepped closer, pressing his hips against yours from behind.
"Fuck," he grabbed his now fully erect cock, collecting your wetness on the head and using his palm to spread it along its length. His fingers glided over its velvety surface as he savored the sensation of its bulging veins, feeling it grow even harder in his hand. His breathing quickened as he continued to stroke it, the pleasure intensifying with each movement.
"This shit's get's you goin', ey?"
With those words, he pushed the crown inside you, welcoming the somewhat familiar squeeze of you as it filled your insides. The feeling of being slowly and thoroughly filled sent a shiver of pleasure through you, intensifying as his length filled you to the brim. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, and the sensation so exquisite that a desperate moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking against him as he pinned you to the island, keeping you in place, your body quivering with pleasure as he continued to fill you with himself.
The moment he was fully seated inside you, you could feel the head of him poking into your walls. Savoring the moment for a few seconds, Tangerine pulled back, his cock easily sliding out of you until only the tip remained inside your warmth. He kicked your legs more apart, causing you to stand on your tiptoes to stay on the ground, and angled himself a little up. He didn't waste any more time and slammed his full length inside, the brutal force sending your hips up and forward, the side of the island bumping into your flesh as a moan left you, hands looking for leverage to hold onto. His thrusts became deeper and faster, the sensation of him pushing through your walls and scraping against your insides making you gasp and moan.
Tangerine set up a relentless, powerful pace, one hand pushing deep into your hair as the other wrapped tightly around your arms, yanking them back and pressing them against your shoulder blades, forcing your back to arch as you sought a little solace in his hard-edged demeanor. His touch was unyielding, his gaze intense; it felt like he was searching deep inside of you for your innermost secrets. You found yourself giving in to the sensation, craving the way his body moved against yours. Every movement was steeped in pleasure, and you felt yourself melting into a blissful state of ecstasy as his every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body.
Your clit kept bumping against the counter, your hips thrusting and swaying of their own accord as they sought out the pleasure they craved. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as you felt your body responding to the sensations, feeling yourself grow more aroused with each passing moment.
"Fuck," he cursed loudly as he felt your tight walls clinging to him, your juices coating his cock as he pushed himself further into you. Twisting your hair into a loose ponytail, he let go of your arms and gripped your hip, the grasp bruising as he pushed you back into him, getting incredibly deep inside you. Tugging at your hair, he forced you to straighten your back, hands supporting your weight on the kitchen island as he found a steady yet brutal pace, fucking you upwards with deep, powerful thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. His body moved masterfully against yours, pushing you higher and higher until you felt like you were about to burst. His grip on your hair tightened, guiding you through the powerful waves of pleasure that reverberated through your body.
His grunts echoed through your ear as his head rested on your shoulder, his cock probing the front of your walls, impaling you with every powerful thrust. Throwing your head onto his shoulder, your moans grew louder, a few curses leaving in between as your fingertips found your throbbing clit, circling the nerve with precious skill and utter finesse. Your body trembled and shivered, pleasure intensifying with every thrust and touch. You were lost in the moment, your pleasure escalating to new heights as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.
"Gimme more," you turned your head towards his, your mouth hungrily finding a pulsating vein on the side of his neck before your teeth sank in, roughly pinching the heated flesh. A growl of pleasure and pain left Tangerine's lips as he yanked you from his neck by the hand still in your hair, the side of your face connecting with the hard surface of his kitchen island once again. He clutched your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed his body up against you, his hot breath fanning over your neck and sending an electric thrill through your body.
"No," he grunted as he slammed inside you, "fuckin'" he continued, pausing between each thrust, "biting."
Your walls clenched down onto his cock as he buried himself deep within you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his nearing climax drew nearer. With a deep grunt, he pulled out of you, fisting his cock over your perched ass as he let out a curse. You felt his cum land on your ass and trickle down your thighs all the way to your abused lips. His hands moved away from your body and rested on either side of you as you were still displayed and spread wide on his counter; his breath coming out in heavy pants as his eyes were closed in blissful ecstasy.
"Now's my turn," you breathed out, pushing your back into his chest, forcing him to beckon. Tangerine bent down to collect his pants from around his ankles. With a wicked smile, he said, "told you you ain't comin'."
His face glistened with sweat, the room's air filled with the pungent scent of sex as you stood before him. His eyes were fiercely staring you down, and in a swift motion, you reached for a napkin on the counter, quickly wiping his cum off of your heated skin before throwing the used napkin in his face. You adjusted your clothing, pulling your pants up to your waist, and observed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black item - the drive.
"You had it on you the whole time?" you snarled at him, your eyes narrowing in anger. With a single nod, he put it on the sweat-stained table, sliding it toward you. He then turned his back towards you, his shoulders tense as he went to the stove.
He turned his head to the side to look back at you, his eyes dark and warning. "Got what you wanted, right? So get out of my fuckin' flat before I strangle you," he warned, his voice low and menacing.
With an annoyed huff, you turned towards the door, the drive securely in your grasp as you cursed the man out under your breath, determined to finish yourself back in the comfort of your hotel bed.
tangerine x f!reader
cussing, tooth rotting fluff.
words: 1.3k
The rain outside softly hit the window, making sounds that could make even a colic baby sleep peacefully. Bonus is that it's cold and dark outside. Your stomach felt like the battle field when they were fighting for Helen of Troy; the Trojan War. You were in your soft bed in fetal position with a warm quilt over you, watching the raindrops fall onto the window sliding door that lead to the balcony of your apartment. Your phone was on silent, half because you couldn't muster the energy to converse with people, and also because you didn't want to.
Suddenly you heard the front door of your apartment slam open.
"Y/N!!?" A fimilliar voice yelled out, he sounded concerned. You furrow your brows and use all the core strength to sit up in bed. "Love are you here?!" He yelled out in concern. You rubbed hands against your face and laughed into your hands. The door to your room slammed open with a very distressed and worried Tangerine at your door.
"Hi" You smiled at him sheepishly. He let out a breath he was very obviously holding in. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a shirt with your face on it (initially it was a joke, you had given him the shirt on his birthday - not the only gift you got him - but maybe it isn't a joke anymore).
"Baby, you're not answering my texts or calls, I was worried" He said softly as he closed the door and made his way to the bed, he sat down beside you and put a hand on your cheek. You sighed and leaned on his hand.
"I know, I'm sorry. I was on do not disturb, didn't feel like replying to people" You sighed and closed your eyes slightly. He furrowed his brows, concerned.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I got my period" You whispered and looked at him with tired eyes. He relaxes his brows and nods.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked generously, you shook your head and lied down into your pillow softly. You grabbed his hand and tugged it towards the other pillow on the bed.
"Cuddle me" You said and opened your arms and made grabby hands towards him. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead then stood up.
"I'll be back in a bit" He said then left the room. You turned around and covered yourself with the blanket and got comfortable. After a bit he came back, your back was turned to him. You felt the bed dip and him lifting the blanket slightly and you felt his cold feet against yours. You took in a sharp breath.
"Tan you're feet are cold" You said hiding a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You turned around and wrapped your leg around his hips and burried your head into his chest, taking in his scent.
"Why'd you leave the room?" You asked.
"Locked the front door and turned the lights off" He explained, getting comfortable. You hummed and nuzzled your face into his chest. You pull away slightly and look at his shirt and look back at his face.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"Take the shirt off" You squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small laugh.
"You sure you want to?" He asked, hiding his smirk as he sat up and took his shirt off and threw it on the floor before going back to laying in bed. You softly slapped his chest and buried your face into his chest.
"No I just don't want to stare at my face when I cuddle you" You laughed into his chest. He chuckled and pulled you closer.
"You know I wear it when I'm away for work" He said as if it was a fun fact.
"Good to know you miss me while you're away" You joked.
"I'm always missing you" He added and put his hand up your shirt -well his shirt- and traced circles on your back.
"Really? I always thought you flirted with other women while you're away" You smirked and lifted your head slightly to see his face. He tusked and glared down at you. You smiled at him and he kissed the top of your head. Then there was a silence. A comforting silence. The sound of the rain hitting the window, the sound of the wind blowing outside. It was the perfect weather, and laying beside a perfect man. Life couldn't get any better.
"You know how you have the keys to my place, and I have the keys to your place?" Tangerine started, still tracing shapes on your bare back. You nodded, too tired and in pain to respond properly.
"Well I've been thinking for a while, and we've been dating for a long time" Tangerine started.
"Where are you going with this?" You asked lifting your head.
"Move in with me" He said simply looking into your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Moving in with each other was a big deal, but what was the point of dating if it's not going anywhere?
"What do you say?" He asked still looking at you with hope in his eyes.
"Don't you live with Lemon?" You asked.
"He lives next door. He's just over a lot when you're over there because he loves you" Tangerine rolled his eyes, but you know that it's fake annoyance. He loved that the only other person he's ever cared about approves and loves you.
"Only if Lemon approves" You teased.
"Please he'd be the first person to help you move your things over there" He scoffed. You laughed and laid your head on his chest again.
"Well I'll have to pay off the rent for this month for this place" You explained and started worrying.
"I'll pay it off" Tangerine shrugged as if it was nothing.
"Fuck no" You lifted your head and glared at him.
"My love please" He sighed.
"No I am an independant woman, in a modern world and you, a man, are not going t- mmmph" You started your little speech about feminism but he cut you off with a kiss. Once he pulled away you slowly opened your eyes to see him with a cheeky smile.
"Some feminist, letting a man shut you up by kissing you" He teased. You glared at him and opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.
"Baby, you know I support women, I respect women, but please let me do this for you. I'd do anything for you, whether you'd like for me to or not" He said and kissed your slightly pouting lips.
"Okay" You whispered and laid back down on his chest.
"But only this one time, once I get my name on the lease at your place, I pay for half the rent" You explained.
"Lemon put your name on the lease already" Tangerine whispered, hoping you wouldn't hear.
"WHAT?" You sit up and stare at him.
"I told him to, it's been there for three days now, I just needed to find the courage to ask you" He gave your a sheepish smile. You laughed, but it turned into a wince when a new cramp hit.
"Woah take it easy" He sighed and made you lay back down on him.
"Tangerine, the man who kills for a living, the man who came home from a bullet train job with a bullet hole in his neck, the man who has countless of times slept with me, was nervous to ask me to move in with him?" You giggled into his chest.
"Alright" He mumbled and rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "You're just asking for it now" He warned.
"You wouldn't, not when I'm literally bleeding out" You giggled.
"Oh yeah?" He threatened. You nodded. He started tickling your stomach making you fall into fits of giggles.
"S-stop Tan" You laughed as he continued to tickle you.
"I warned you" He laughed.
"S-stop I'm gonna piss my pants" You laughed, making him laugh even harder.
