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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 years ago

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I cannot get enough of ur Tangerine smut LAWD I love it. Would you ever write one where he and the reader are on a mission and Tan screws up something so the reader lets out her anger (& repressed attraction) on him by throwing a punch so he puts her in her place & it just gets FILTHY😩

hii! thank you! omg I LOVE shit like this, and the tension🤭 you wanted filthy, im giving you filthy. also sorry it’s taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

wrong turn

Tangerine x fem!Reader

wc || 1.9k (oops, couldn’t stop writing it)

warnings || 18+ only. swearing + explicit content (literal word porn, repressed attraction kinda sex- the good kind. p in v) minors dni

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Being professional partners with Tangerine was never easy, especially if Lemon wasn’t there to diffuse tension. You desperately relied on Lemon to be the buffer between you and Tangerine, but unfortunately, he was back at home, bed-bound with tonsillitis. So this week, it was just you and Tangerine, together for five long days in an unfamiliar city.

“You’re going the wrong way.” You state, pointing to the sign before he gets a chance to speed past.

“I’m not, this is the right way.” He grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road in front.

“No, this way is going into the city centre- it’s the wrong way.” Quickly checking the mirrors, grabbing the steering wheel to change lanes.

“What you doing? You prick… great. Stuck behind this fuckin knob.” He groans, honking at the lorry in front.

“There is a speed limit, you know.” You snark.

“Speed limit, my arse.” Swerving around the lorry that was hogging the lane.

“You don’t have to be such a prat.” You prod.

His neck whips around to flash you a face that said ‘come again?’ Immediately covering your mouth to stifle a cackle. “See? It’s the right way.” You taunt once more.

“Fuck off.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What’s that?” Tilting your head to the side.

“I said, well done.” Forcing a sarcastic smile, giving you an obnoxious thumbs up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You jest, turning your attention to your window to hide your grin.

“Now, I’m fuckin lost.” He grumbles, pulling into a ditch.

“We’re gonna miss them.” You point out, checking the time on your phone. “I knew I should’ve driven… they’ve probably already left-“

“Will you shut up?” He groans, emphasising each word.

“No… if you weren’t so arrogant, we’d be there and gone by now.”

“Yeah, that’s real helpful, that.” He snarks, thumping his head back against the headrest.

“Let me drive?”

“No.”

“Why?” Face contorting. “I won’t crash your precious car.” You mock.

“You’re an awful driver.” He gutturally laughs to taunt you. “You go over a curb and you’re like ‘oops’” Grinning at the memory earnestly.

“No, I don’t.” You defend yourself, trying not to laugh.

“Yes, you do. You did it last week.” Deeply chuckling.

“When?” You object.

“Um, last week… Lem nearly went through the fuckin windshield.”

“Oh shut up- that didn’t happen.”

“Maybe… because you were…” pausing to lower his voice. “Singing to your music.”

“Sod off. Now move, we’re never gonna get there.” Swatting him from his seat.

“No.” Pushing your hands away to grip the steering wheel, pulling from the curb to continue driving.

“You have some issues.” You mimicked, slouching and sulking in your seat.

“Not the first woman to tell me that.” He added, grinning with his eyes glued to the road.

When you both finally arrive at the location, you notice the lack of cars parked outside the warehouse. Staring through the window, looking over your shoulder to Tan. “Where is everyone?”

“We must’ve missed them.” He claims.

“‘We’? Nah, you missed them. You got too much penis pride.” You state indifferently. Your eyebrows pull together when you hear him snicker from behind.

“Penis pride?” He mocks, hiding a grin.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.”

“Nah, I don’t. Elaborate.” His head tilted to the side.

“Your need to be in charge because of” pausing briefly to face him again. “…that.” Pointing downwards.

“‘That’? He chuckles deeply. “You mean my cock.” His head lowering, his smirk taunting you.

“Shut up.” Turning back around to hide your burning cheeks.

“You blushing?” He mentions.

“No.”

“I can see you, you know.” He scoffs, waving into your window so you could see his reflection.

Quickly raising your hand to smack the light off, flashing him a scowl.

“Did I make you nervous?” He taunts one more, tapping the exposed skin on the nape of your neck. Immediately swatting it away, slapping his hand. “Anybody ever tell you not to touch a woman without her permission?” You ask with a faux glare.

Raising his hands to show his innocence, dropping them into his lap. “If I’d ask, you’d say yes.” He grins, leaning towards your seat. “Am I correct?

“You should be more annoyed about this.” You change the subject, gesturing to the empty warehouse.

“It weren’t my fault.” He shrugs.

“This again?”

“You brought it up.”

“It’s frustrating that you won’t admit it.”

“Admit what?”

Your face screws up, clearly growing irritated.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He taunts again.

Twisting around, smacking him hard against his bicep.

“Do it again… I dare you.” His head lowers, staring into your eyes.

Lifting your hand, you ball it into a fist, hitting him again. He wraps his hand around your wrist, holding it as he pulls it away. “I don’t think so.” He shakes his head, lowering your hand to his thigh.

His grip over your hand was loose so you had plenty of opportunity to pull away, but you didn’t. You just stared into his eyes as you silently agreed to let his hand move yours. Trailing it up his thigh.

“Look down.” He says quietly, his eyes nodding to his crotch.

Slowly glancing down, noticing the huge tent in his trousers. Turning your gaze back to his face, pleadingly looking up at him through hooded eyes.

His fingers softly brush up your thigh, intensely staring at your shallow breathing chest. Lingering a singular finger up your arm until he reached your neck, slowly trailing up your throat and up to your parted lips. Brushing over the soft skin, staring directly into your soul.

It was like some sort of mind game, a game to see who would crack first. You wanted it to be him, but the way he touched you so lightly made you question your strength.

His other hand continues to graze up your thigh, itching upwards and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. It was like a switch went off in your brain that told you ‘fuck it.’ Crawling yourself over the gearstick to straddle his thick thighs. Instinctively he slides his seat back, allowing more space for you. Gently yanking the sides of your face, desperately pulling you in for an urgent kiss. Brashly working over yours with soft content groans, his hands sliding down to grip your neck. Loosely holding as he trails kisses along your throat, his thumb lifting your jaw to allow him better access, grazing wet hurried kisses along the skin.

His hands snake around your back, his fingers spread wide as he clasps your skin, desperately needing to feel more of you. Lazily licking up your throat to resume deep kisses to your needy lips.

His fingers lightly teasing over your back, travelling down to grip your waist. Pulling you further down into his lap, grinding you against his aching clothed cock. “Fuckin hell.” He groans between kisses, heavily exhaling into your mouth.

Pulling yourself in him closer, your chest flush with his. Wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair to deepen the heavy makeout.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He murmurs against your skin. Sliding his hands under your clothing so he could freely roam your body. Grazing his fingertips over your hot flesh.

“I want you.” Burying your face into the nape of his neck, quietly panting against his skin.

Tan looks up at you, scanning your face, taking in the beauty of your natural features. Eyes darting over your face.

“What?” You ask, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Nothing… you’re just beautiful.” He grins, nuzzling his face between your chest.

“Softie.” You sweetly joke, smiling down at him. Your eager hands unbuttoned his shirt, as he fiddled with yours, practically ripping your top from you. His palms immediately clutching to your chest with a wide grin across his face, kneading into them through your bra.

He snakes his hands over your hips, grabbing them to lift you up. Instinctively, you reach down to undo his trousers, unzipping them so he could slide the fabric out from under himself. Slipping your hands down, prying away the waistband of his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and stand attentively against his stomach.

His fingers slide up your inner thighs, roaming over the wet patch in your underwear. Smirking as he slips his hand into the fabric, teasing through your wet folds. Separating the fabric and dragging it over to the side to create an opening for him.

Gripping himself from the base, giving himself a couple firm tugs, never once leaving your eyes. Scanning your face for permission once more, to which you eagerly nod.

Lifting yourself to hover over him, aligning yourself with his tip. Gripping himself, sliding his head through your slick. Slowly pushing himself into you, urgently grabbing around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. Steadily lowering you down, allowing his full length to completely fill you. Melting and moulding around him as he keeps you still, bottoming out. You desperately wrap your arms back around his neck, urgently bringing his face into your chest. Your neck slack, as soft pleading whimpers escape your parted lips.

He lifts you from him, lowering you down to sink back in. Leisurely bucking his hips so you could engulf his sensitive cock. He softly sucks on your lower neck, nibbling and grazing sloppy kisses up the length.

Grasping your skin tightly as he winds himself up into you, softly groaning against your now red skin. Milling your hips, grinding yourself over him. Working your walls over his cock, massaging yourselves with every gentle bounce.

He slides his hands up your back, tangling his fingers into a lock of hair at the back of your head, gently tugging to brashly kiss up your throat. Purposely marking you, littering small red patches in a trail behind.

Desperately running your hands over his chest, brushing over his shoulders and sinking your fingers in. Clasping at his muscly torso, dropping your head into the nape of his neck, breathing staggered whimpers against his skin.

His thrusts become more focused as he pokes up into you, grabbing you urgently to fuck you down into himself. Deeply groaning against your collarbone, messily kissing along it.

“Can I cum in you?” He asks in almost a whimper.

Nodding vigorously as your whines grow louder, gripping the back of his head and pushing it into your bouncing chest.

Clamping down, your walls spasming and fluttering around him with your climax. Your intense shudders draw out his own release, spilling deep inside of you.

Slowing down he continues to sloppily fuck his cum into you, holding your jaw to gaze into your eyes. Eagerly pulling your face towards his, slipping his tongue into your mouth, enthusiastically working over your lips.

Breathlessly separating, he sweetly looks up at you before brushing a few rouge strands of hair behind your ear. You slowly lift yourself from him, hovering over his thighs as you smile widely at him. Shifting your weight so you could sit across his thighs, comfortably snuggling yourself into his chest.

“I’m quite glad they weren’t here.” You say quietly, snickering at the memory of what you just did.

“Should’ve done that ages ago.” He chuckles, draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer.

Both individually grinning to yourselves, consumed by the post-sex glaze over.

You twist your head up to look at him. “You ready to admit you were wrong?” You smirk.

“Ready to admit you’re a bad driver?”

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