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merthosus · 1 year

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Callous drunk

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Hi love, I couldn’t directly find if your requests are open but if so, would you want to write a smutty Tangerine fic where they end up drunk after a mission and some sexual desires come rushing to the surface?💕

„This whole thing is so fucked up!”, I scream in tangerines direction, without earning the tiniest bit of attention. “You should have seen his whining face, how the life faded out his eyes, as he begged me to let him live”, Tangerine chuckles. He looks at me when he noticed, that I wasn’t laughing with him. “Ou come on you killjoy the mission is over, what crushed your good mood?”, he asks me with a straight face. My arms are resting on my knees and my head is hanging low. Every little nerve in my body is tense and my limbs are shaking. I dig my fingers into my jeans to stop the constant shivering.

It was the first mission on a bullet train and I promised to myself, that this would also be the last. “I can’t get those pictures out of my head!”, I say and grab the sides of my head. “You are working ten years now in the commission, what could have been so bad, that it shocked you this much?” tangerine asks. My Order was to kill a mass murderer, so I did, successfully. He was traveling in the train with us, waiting to get back home. “I was trying to find him tan and I did”, I whisper to him.

Tangerine stands up from his crouching position and stands in front of me as he listens to my story. “The client told me to kill him in first sight, so no big harm could have been done”, I shutter. Tangerine pinches his eyebrows together and waits for me to continue. “He was in the kids wagon, tan”, my words disappear into the quiet sounds of my painful sobs. “Oh god”, Tangerine whispers. “I killed him in front of them”, I say him, now in a louder tone. I am trying to hold everything together while looking into his face, with watering eyes.

“No we are not-”, I try to stop him while letting my head fall to my shoulder. But he interrupts me with a little shush. I smile at him as he goes on one knee before me and shows me the bottle. He is still taller than me and covers the light behind him, coming from a broken lightbulb. He changes into a darker tone and presents me the bottle like a waiter with a hand behind his back. “Madame, I have no fucking idea which expensive liquid this bottle contains, but I will promise you, this will take your mind out of other things”, he says like a supplier which tries to sell me some overpriced alcohol. I smile at his attempt to distract me.

His lips turn into a proud smile, as he noticed that his attempt succeeded. “Got cha”, he says before he turns to search for two shot glasses. As he found some, he stumbled back to me and lets his back slide down right beside me. He pushes one shot glass into my hand and pours some of the liquid into my glass. Even though I didn’t know what was in it I could tell as soon as the liquid touched the tip of my tongue. “Fuck, this is vodka”, I say as I try to not spit it out again. “You better get used to it, we are not allowed to leave the train the whole night”, he says.

“The corpse of the target is need to be protected”, he mocks the client, who got us the order. I laugh and drown the disgusting fluid. Tangerine wastes no time to pour me in another one. It has been years since I drank with a friend, my job has been my first priority for the last years. There never was much time for friends in my life, so doing this now with Tangerine feels kind of good. Tangerine must feel the same. Shot for stilt I slowly begin to forget the rotting corpse in the wagon next to us and I begin to only focus on Tangerines voice.

We are currently in a very intense game of ‘two truths, one lie’ and I am telling Tangerine about the time I once tried to put a fork into my power outlet. “No you did not”, he says in completely disbelieve. A strand of hair is hanging now loosely from his head. His hair otherwise tightly gelled back, was now loose. “I tried to see if the rumors were true, for the record, they were”, I tell him lulling. “These are not rumors, it’s physics. How old were you?”, he asks, still trying to figure out if I was lying. “One year ago”, I tell him. “No this must be the lie, tell me the next”, he demands, while shaking his head. “Ok fine, let me think”, I tell. I look in his sleepy, half open eyes. He is still laughing at my little story.

It makes my heart flutter a little, but as fast the thought got into my head it already has left. He was so near, that I could feel his breath on my skin. Everything was heavy and moving felt like the hardest mission of my life. After the fifth shot, I stopped counting. “Ok, second! I hate your porn mustache”, I tell him while looking at him and waiting for a reaction. I tried to maintain my serious face while I wait. “Oh hell no, you love it”, he says outraged. “It looks ridiculous”, I say. He plays offended and puts a hand on his chest, like someone just shot him.

“I can tell that you are lying. I am not blind, I can see how you are looking at me”, he tells me as he gets closer. “Don’t think too much of you Pedro pascal”, I tell him while trying to contain my senses. He scoffs and lays his head drunkly on his shoulder. “You just compared me with the hottest man ever seen on television, and I should believe that you don’t like my mustache?”, he asks. “You are very self convinced, aren’t you?”, I ask. Suddenly something changes. “I am bored, let’s play something else”, he requests. “Don’t you wanna know, what the lie was?”, I ask him. “Oh honey we both know what the lie was”, he says.

“Go on, what do you wanna play?”, I ask as he pours me in another shot of vodka. I can’t explain it, but the drunker I get “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven”, he tells and suddenly I choke at the liquid in my mouth. Tangerine watches every little move I make. I look at him. “But it makes no sense we are only two”, I tell him. “I know”, he says. He grabs my cheek with his big hands and looks drunkly into my eyes. The submissiveness in his eyes in killing me. Suddenly everything gets warm and the only source of coolness are his cold rings, which are pressing onto my skin.

The last braincell which is left after all the alcohol, is telling me to stop him. Work and private life should not be compared. But the neediness between my legs is telling me to close the little gap between our lips. “But we don’t have a closet”, I whisper to him. “We don’t need a closet”, he says and lets his lips collide with mine. I whimper at the sudden contact with him. I never shared much physical contact with him. I grab his hair and try to push his face further into mine. As our saliva is mixing, I let my hand roam over his upper body. I suddenly feel his hands on my head.

He pushes me onto his lap. We both shudder as our groins collapse. “Fuck”, he huffs onto my lips. I feel my pants getting wet from his words. He nibbles at my lips like a starved man. He grabs my waist and pushes me further down at his clothed dick. I silent his moan by continuing to kiss him. Feeling him getting harder by every second Is making me loose my mind. Suddenly he pushes my head back and pulls me by my hair. He begins to suck at my sensitive skin at my throat. The only thing I can hear is his fast breath all over my heated skin and my loud whimpers.

„God you taste like heaven“, he says and licks from my collarbone um to my chin. The warmth of his tongue is wandering down to my legs, which are now trying to push him more against me. The sudden impact to his member lets him shiver. His pants somehow became like a jail to his already throbbing dick. His hands grab my waist tighter and my hands glide down to his chest. I feel his heavy breath, which is going up and down. As his Finger hits one of my ticklish spots I squirm in his hands and put more weight on him. Suddenly he stops kissing me and lets his head fall back onto the wall, a trembling moan escapes his lips. He frowns like he’s in pain but his moans and groans tell me otherwise.

The hard feeling of him against my clit, makes me rub me slightly against him. I can’t take it anymore and grab to his vest. I try to take it off but the still drunken braincells aren’t giving me control over my fingers. He helps me taking his vest off. I try to grab one of his shirt Botton but he grips my ankle. My impatience kills me so I look begging in his eyes. „Before you do that you need to tell me the truth about my moustache“, he says. I give him a look which says ‚seriously?‘.

„If you don’t let my hand go, I am gonna rip open this shirt, you are testing my patience“, I say and try to grab his shirt. But my fingertips just travel down his stomach. As a revenge I move around and try to apply more pressure to his clothed dick. „Mhm“, he groans. His grip on my ankle loosens and I get better access to his shirt. „Cunning“ , he whispers in my ear. I continue to take of his shirt and my hand slides under the fabric. He looks at me and I stare right back at him. "i love your moustache“, I say and his lips form into a satisfied grin. Suddenly he grabs my cheeks again and kisses me. The impact is so big that we both slowly slide down the wall.

part 2?

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