tangerinesmommy
Tangerines Mommy
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--------------------------------------------------------- 🍊×Tangerine is my slutty little good boy×🍊 --------------------------------------------------------- Writer for NSFW Tangerine (Bullet Train) Smut but it's actually mine and his love story ------------------------------------------------------ Mommy ; she/her ; adult; Bisexual ------------------------------------------------------ Founder of #Sub!Tangerine ---------------------------------------------------------
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tangerinesmommy ¡ 18 days ago
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''Do whatever you want love, I'm Yours'' (3.2K Words Story)
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A Submissive Tangerine × Fem!Reader Fic
⚠️ WARNING/KINKS: NSFW, SMUT, SEX, CUNNINLINGUS, MAN EATING PUSSY, HEAVY USE OF TERMS OF ENDEARMENTS, FEMDOM, ORAL, F(receiving oral), M(giving oral), descriptions of eating pussy, submissive man, dominant woman, mommydom, good boy, comfort, falling in love
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‘I think, I might fall in love with you.’
The words Tangerine said, were still lingering in your mind. 
He was wrapped up in your arms when you woke up feeling content, with a big grin across your face. 
What a silly fucking man he is. He really said he fell in love with you after the night you two spend together. It was true- the sex was far from imperfections and you two just sorta clicked. Humour wise, personality wise. It also helped that you were awestruck by his looks. His cold blue eyes were endless. His warm orange mustache- so fucking irresistible. 
…for some reason what he said didn’t feel all too silly, did it?
His curly hair was a mess and you noticed some of the hickeys that you left last night. It seemed like he was full of them, but you couldn’t fully see from the blanket covering him.
Moreover, there was such a peaceful expression plastered on his face. All snuggled into you, using you as his body pillow.
It felt strangely comforting having this stranger over.
Just that he didn’t feel like a stranger to you right now. It’s been a while since you felt this adoration and desire for someone. Even more so, for someone you didn’t even know. You don’t even know this ‘Tangerine’ fella. You probably don’t even know his real name. Still here he is. Laying in your bed, wrapped up in your arms- with his head practically resting on your soft breasts. And the world couldn’t feel more at peace. 
He looked at peace, you felt at peace. 
A cute little smile on his face as he was sleeping, soft snores coming out of him, peacefully breathing onto your skin, calming you down. The fuzzy feeling of inner peace and love filling your soul. A wave of protectiveness washing over you.
You wanted to keep him safe. Safe from the world, safe in your arms- safe with you.
And you wanted to listen to his stupid little snores for however long he’d let you. 
You haven’t fallen in love, nor have you felt like falling in love- in FUCKING ages now. 
Your own life was too busy. Work too stressful. There was always- always too much going on to find time to meet somebody. To make somebody part of your daily routine, to share, live and grow with somebody. And yet here he was.
Some gorgeous orange haired man, some stranger named after a fruit, marked up with hickeys from the night you spent with him- laying in your arms and sleeping peacefully. 
A slutty orange haired man and some woman obsessed with making him, hers. What an odd love story. 
‘Mhh… morning, love’ you let go of him as he clears his throat, yawns and stretches. The way- the provocative fucking way his mustache moved with his lips as he spoke turned you so unbelievably on. 
‘Morning, Tangerine’ you respond with a smile and he smiles back at you before turning to his side and snuggling up against you, again. He let out a chuckle and your heart fluttered. Whens the last time you fell in love? Is this what it felt like? 
You held him close to you and caressed his back in a soothing manner. He let out small grunts and sighs and you chuckled with him. 
‘You weren’t that ticklish yesterday.’
‘And excuse ya love, I’m not. I’m just feeling…’ and there it was again. He raised his head, looked up to you. His blue eyes locking with yours and you hoping he meant what he said. That last night was more than just some hook-up. That last night was as meaningful to him as, you realised it has been to you. That this all wasn’t just in your head. More than wishful thinking, more than just a little crush. You two held eye contact for a mere couple of seconds, both of you smiling and anticipating his words. And the world stood still as he spoke softly ‘…enamoured.’ 
He was good at making impressions, wasn’t he just?
‘What you said yesterday about falling in love with me. Was that something you really meant or was it just something you said in the moment?’
‘Oh wow, you don’t ever hold back, do ya?’ He laughed and supported himself on his arms, looking around the room. Which finally gave you a chance to get a good look on the hickeys you left.
Seemed like you really don’t hold back when it comes to him. 
He cleared his throat, his hand raising to move his hair back and feel up his mustache as he answers. ‘Well Darling, you asked me bluntly. I think you can take a blunt answer then. I haven’t known ya for very long, but it’s been years since I've felt this spark in me… enlighten. It’s been years since the last time that I’ve felt hopeful about getting to know somebody. In my line of work, in my life so far I haven’t been able to trust… nor rely on a lot of people but-’ he looked to you and you couldn’t help and realise how very well spoken he was when not begging for you to treat him roughly. 
‘… something about you feels different and I can’t say that I haven’t been a bit of a hopeless romantic all my life, but you feel like what I’d imagine love at first sight to feel like.’ 
There was a moment of silence as you let his words and the realisation of what he said sink in. In the meantime, Tangerine reached out his hand to take yours, raising it to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly.
‘What about you then? Any reciprocating feelings or am I getting ahead of myself now?’
‘I like you too.’
‘Ah, are we back to high school now? Ya want me to write one of those little YES/NO/MAYBE letters to you now luv?’
He joked. You laughed. Still holding on to your hand, kissing it, anticipating your words with his eyes locked onto yours. 
‘Well, pretty boy, something about you does feel… special. Something about you feels right. Like, I look at your face and I want nothing else but to spend the rest of my life with that sexy mustache on my side. You know? Kissing me, eating me out.’ 
Love- and perhaps also Lust confessions come so easy when staring into eyes, that are as endless as any ocean you’ve ever seen. Waves of love coming over you the longer you stare.
‘Okay well, I have more to offer than just my mustache though.’ He whispers against your hand, chuckling as he plants another kiss on it, still holding on to you. It’s clear you’re both eye-fucking eachother when he starts kissing your wrists. 
Instantly you grabbed his chin, pulling him towards you and kissing him ferociously. Sticking your tongue deep inside his mouth, feeling it up. Placing your hands on the back of his head and on the side of his face, pulling him closer.
He didn’t resist, not that he wanted to anyways. He let you lick, kiss and feel up his mouth however hard you wanted to. Pulling him closer and closer, a bit of drool dripping out from how hard you went. He didn’t do much with his tongue, just moaned into you. Wait. He didn’t do much with his tongue?
You pulled out with a bit of a puzzled look and a small whiny pout.
‘Why aren’t you doing anything, darling? You okay?’
He smiled teasingly. What a bastard. ‘Just saving my tongue for something else.’
You understood. And god you wanted nothing more.
‘Oh? Is that so? Somebody’s eager to please.’
‘Of course I am. I’m your good boy, remember?’
Marry me- 
is what you wanted to say, but it was a bit early for that, wasn’t it?
So many thoughts filled your head, your heart started racing, but before you could say anything Tangerine started kissing your chin. 
As soft as anyone has ever kissed it before, you barely could feel it. His lips touched you softly, his perfect mustache brushing against you, it tickled and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 
He nipped at it playfully too. You felt surprised at how careful and affectionate he was being. But you enjoyed it. Greatly. So you didn’t do much besides watching. 
For now. 
Your chin to your neck were being kissed softly. He was careful, not to leave any marks.
Very much unlike you. 
Kissing your collarbone, with his mustache grazing your skin. You were so sensitive already, so turned on- his mustache tickled you extra much. He was getting a lot of irregular breaths out of you. His lips leaving pecks, making small endearing sound- whining with how eager he was to please you.
It didn’t take him very long to reach your breasts. Kissing your right one, massaging your left one with his hand. It was as if his hand and lips were synced, sucking on your nipple with the exact same delicate strength that he was pinching the other one with. 
Tangerine was sucking eagerly and moaning as he did. Fuck. 
Both of you were breathing heavily by now. Your brain had stopped working with how turned on you were, and all you could do is reach your hand up to his hair and ruffle his curls.
At some point you had enough willpower to huff out the words ‘good boy’ while stroking his hair and pulling it slightly. Getting moans out of him, as he was out of you. 
He chuckled. ‘listen it’s fine. Just let me pamper you a bit, mommy’ 
He knows damn well what gets you going, It’s not even been a full day. And he already knows how to play with you. 
‘Fuck you.’
‘You can.’
Both of you shared looks, laughed and he continued taking his sweet time pampering and worshipping your breasts, specifically your hardened nipples.
It made you moan a lot more, than you would have thought. 
Tangerine was not only talented, he was very observant. He had worked you up, left you wanting more. 
Usually people would take this chance to tease you, make you beg and dominate. 
But Tangerine did not. No, he held onto his words of being a good boy. One that wants to please you, worship you and eat you out. 
So when he noticed from your body language that you were ready for more and wanted more- he didn’t waste a single second, to give you exactly what you wanted. 
Kissing down a trail from your breasts to your belly. Nipping at your sensitive belly button carefully but enough to make you buck your hips. His hands following him down your body, gripping your sides and tracing your curves. Caressing you before they grip your thighs.
His breath hitched at the sight of your core. Yours did, at the sight of him down there. 
You didn’t know what to expect when he lifted his face and locked eyes with you.
But you noticed his demeanour, his devotion showing. You could tell from his body language that he was deep inside of that mind space, they call subspace. Ready to serve, ready to be yours once more.
‘May I have your permission?’
‘To do what?’ 
You replied with confidence and dominance. Your mommy persona, your assertiveness, your authority- that he so clearly respected and yearned for, showing.
Even with you being so sensitive from the pampering he’s been doing to your body- You will always be in control. You would always be Mommy.
And you could see from his smirk, that he loved it. 
He was flustered as you asked him to clarify, but he couldn’t hide that he was into it and into you.
‘To eat you out, miss. To make you cum, make y-‘
‘Shush, you do. Now put your mouth to use already.’
After all that teasing, you were eager as well. Eager for him to eat you out, eager for him to make you feel good. 
The moment he stuck his face into your cunt, you heard him moan. 
A low, guttural sort of moan- coming out of him the moment, he breathed you in. 
Some words, some nothings were mumbled from his side. The vibrations of him speaking into you making you, even wetter.
‘Fucking hell.’
Tangerine didn’t seem like he could hold himself back anymore.
His tongue licked from you slit to your most sensitive clit. A big fat, wet stripe, teasing enough to have you groan. Before you could instruct him to do anymore, he was already making nasty wet sounds. Slurping, mumbling, moaning.
He was your slut, for sure.
But he was good at what he did. Working on your inner lips (inner labias).
Sucking on them. Feeling them on his nose. Breathing them in. Groaning. 
Like a starved fucking man, with your pussy the source for life itself. 
He added a finger soon enough. But you noticed how he wasn't looking at you. His eyes were closed.
‘Aren’t you gonna look at me, dear?’
‘Y/n you taste so fucking good. I’m sorry love, I-‘ he looked at you and oh how you missed his sluttyself.   
‘No, no. That's not your choice to make, baby. Keep your eyes on mommy.’
He wasn’t hesitant to follow the orders you gave him. Not at all.
’Yes, mommy.’
‘See that’s better.’ 
Tangerine moved from your inner labia to your clit, his mustache kept on tickling you. You loved every desperate noise and movement he was making and kept on staring at him. 
And he truly was trying to keep his eyes locked with yours, but you tasted like heaven to him, so his eyes kept on fluttering.
Your hand moved through his locks, giving his scalp a massage before gripping a fistful of his fluffy curls to hold onto. He struggled even more to keep his eyes open now, moaning at your grip. ‘Fuck, darling’
The hand that kept on holding a fistful of your ass went to your cunt.  And he slipped his index finger in. Although, with how wet you were it took only a sweet little chuckle from the both of you, to know you were ready to take two. 
He pointed them upward and started the cliche motion of ‘come here’. Hitting your G-spot repeatedly. It certainly got you breathless and moaning quite fast. 
His tongue kept on softly sucking your clitoris. Flicking it with his tongue and at the same time sucking it into his mouth more and more. 
The mix between his hands and mouth stimulating you was one thing, but what was even hotter was how desperate he was being.
How desperately he wanted to please his mommy.
How with every lick, he moaned into you. Desperately trying to get closer to you, shoving his face into you deeper and deeper.
He’d gotten you far into bliss. Making you feel so much pleasure. 
It brought him so much pleasure, he started humping the bed. 
Humping out of neediness, out of eagerness. Humping because he wanted to give you his everything and his all.
The sight, the Touches. His desperation, his Neediness- his Submissiveness.
All things that got you closer and closer. 
Your legs were spasming. With your thighs clamping around his head, almost suffocating him.
But if he’d die right there, he’d die a happy man. 
Your back was arched with all the pleasure going through your body. And you kept on holding onto his hair. The grip strengthening.
Pulling it- his head, his hair towards you. With your body shaking the way that it was, you pulled him upwards. He was fighting back, trying hard to stay nose-deep inside your cunt.
His eyes- now fully focused on yours.
You, yourself couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. It was overwhelming, all he was doing to your body felt simply- too good.
Too pleasurable, too exhilarating. Too Perfect.
He didn’t stop and you didn’t want him to.
You kept on pulling his hair. Being overtaken by the pleasure.
Until you heard him scream. Not a guttural low moan, it was a deep scream of pain. You let go of his hair immediately, realising it was you who brought him pain.
‘Fuck, I’m so sorry.'
Obviously you didn’t mean to hurt him, you also didn’t mean for him to pull away his mouth and stop eating you out. 
Before you could say anymore and tend his scalp, Tangerine said words that made you cum from just the sounds of them. 
‘Do whatever you want love, I’m yours.’
That simple phrase, those simple words. 
From the man that was a mere stranger a few hours ago and is now slowly turning into the love of your life- made you cum, instantly. 
He was a bit surprised to see you cum from his words, but the smug smile on his revealed his pride. You two laughed it off and he licked you clean.
What a gentleman. 
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Finally out of bed, sitting in your kitchen you made coffee for the both of you.
It was the first time, in what felt like ages, you two saw eachother in clothes again. 
Some robe of yours bound lazily around your waist and him dressed in his normal suit attire again, with only his hair a bit out of place. The rest of him looking as taken care of as when you met him. 
You handed him a mug and sat across him. Both of you laughing to eachother lovingly, once again eye-fucking.
‘Love, I wanted to tell ya, you taste fuckin divine. Excuse my language’
He sipped on his coffee and smiled at you, before briefly looking away. You kept your eyes on him and noticed the distress in his expression. 
His eyes said so much. They were telling a story to you. You could see the pain in them. The man must have been through something. At the same time, his eyes were so unbelievably cold. Was it only because they were blue? You wonder what it is he does for a living. 
There was still so much that you didn’t know about Tangerine or his life. But whatever it was like. You wanted him to share it with you, to become a part of it and make it better.
He sighed out loud. 
With a very concerned tone in your voice you asked him. 
’What is it?’ 
And with a big sigh he started talking.
‘..As much as I’d love to, I don’t know if I can fit a relationship into my life-‘
Your heart broke momentarily. Of course. Of course! It was too good to be true, wasn’t it just? 
No, it was fine. Your own life was too busy anyway. You were just being dramatic. Pfft- catching feelings for a hook-up. Some stranger named after a fruit, ha. 
‘It’s okay, I under-’
‘Let me finish.’
‘Oh?’ You laughed, his sharp tone catching you off guard. 
He looked embarrassed, speaking with a tone like that, to you.
‘Mhm, Sorry love, force of habit. Hear me out, please.’
You nodded. And he cleared his throat.
‘As much as I’d love to, I don’t know if I can fit a relationship into my life, but I would very much like to try.’
A soft smile formed on your face. 
‘I’d like that.’ 
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tangerinesmommy ¡ 3 months ago
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''Claim me, darling'' (2.5K Words Story)
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A Submissive Tangerine x Fem!Reader Fic
⚠️WARNING/KINKS: NSWF, SMUT, SEX, HEAVY USE OF TERMS OF ENDEARMENTS, BEGGING, Protected sex, Good boy, slut, Mommy's toy, rough, riding, grinding, submissive man, dominant woman, mommy dom, praise, biting, hickeys, marking, aftercare⚠️
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It was really loud. No surprise, you were at a fucking party. Music, drunk people, all sorts of dancing was on the agenda for tonight. With your margarita in one hand you sat at the bar just enjoying the turmoil. Somehow, this was your idea of fun. Seeing couples dancing- rather suggestively, seeing people flirt trying to find someone to make love to. Perhaps less lovemaking, more ‘fuck me, daddy’. 
‘Why is it never 'fuck me, mommy?’ You thought aloud.
‘Sorry, love. What did you say?’ You heard someone ask and you looked beside you to see a gorgeous, slutty, handsome looking man. Orange slicked back hair, styled to look a bit fluffy. Blue-greyish eyes, orange mustache. God, an orange mustache? Fuck His shirt was opened wide enough to see his, yet unmarked, neck, his prominent collar-bone and the beginning of his chest. Golden jewellery that fit his look. 
He certainly was a sight to look at. 
‘I was thinking out loud apparently. I said why is it never ‘fuck me, mommy’?’
‘Fuck me, mommy?’ He repeated with a chuckle, taking another sip of his drink, giving you a sly smile. ‘Ya know what, love? I’m with you on that. There should be more women taking charge in the bedroom.’ 
You blushed a bit, taking another sip of your margarita. He doesn’t exactly look like someone you’d assume to be submissive. But neither did he look like someone who said things without holding on to them. His statement made your pussy wet, your outer lips clenching around the air- desperate to feel something or more specifically someone inside you. 
He looked appetising and he seemed interested. You cleared your throat, chugged down the last sip of your margarita and got off your stool. 
‘…Listen, you don’t perhaps- like want to get out of here with me?’
‘Mhh.’ A smug expression on his face, a playful smile on his lips ‘I do like the sound of that, darling. Lead the way.’ He got off his stool and offered out his arm to you. His blue beautiful eyes following you. Oh, this was most definitely going to be a night to remember. You took his arm and intertwined it with yours as you walked out the door.
‘Right, I live right around the corner, so we can go back to mine.’ You explained already walking the way to your apartment.
‘Wait, don’t you want to get to know me first? I mean not to call you rude but I think I deserve some Introduction if you’re gonna expect me to beg for you, love’ he joked as he matched your pace while walking.
‘Mhh- you said lead the way and I’m doing just that, my dear.’ Terms of Endearments. 
Something you started using automatically when your mind was going into Mommy-Space. A space you sometimes couldn’t help yourself in, even if you wanted to. You were ready to make them submit, make them beg for more. You liked being rough with your partners, show them who’s in charge-  what if he didn’t like it rough? He was smiling and looking so precious. You felt bad at the thought of hurting him and quite frankly didn’t want to.
‘I’m Y/N. What about you?’
‘Tangerine. But you can call me whatever you want, I’m yours for tonight, darling.’
Fuck. ‘Well Tangerine.’ What a silly name, you thought. 'I don’t think you know what you're getting yourself into. I mean I’m really not that… gentle.’ It was important to voice your concerns before turning into the feral beast you could be when in that mode. 
‘Are you saying I can’t handle you?’ He asked mockingly. 
‘I’m just saying I can be intense and possessive almost.’ Your eyes locked with his and something in you happened. Somehow you could see he’s been through shit. There was very apparent pain in them. At the same time, he looked innocent. Like a good boy waiting for orders. You were most definitely too horny to think straight anymore.
‘Trust me darling, I’ve been in worse situations than having a woman take me however she wanted. I think I can handle ya’. Hearing him say that, reassured you. You both laughed, standing infront of the door as you opened it, with him never letting go of your arm as he waited patiently.
Entering the apartment you couldn’t help but press him against the wall. His breath catching in his throat but smiling as you grabbed his waist and met his lips with yours. Your other hand tracing his side, going to his neck, pressing your body closer to his and trapping him between the wall and you. With him moaning into your mouth as you did. 
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you closer, and it was clear by now that this wasn’t his first time being pinned against a wall. Both of your tongues danced with eachother, kissing and making out ferociously. Moaning into eachother and grabbing each others body more and more. You grabbed him by the chin, giving yourself more access to to his neck. His breathing was growing ragged. But it was clear you both were hungry for eachother. He watched you, and your eyes locked as you pressed your lips against his neck. He held onto your hips firmly to steady himself. 
Leaving small little pecks across his neck and further opening up his shirt, you checked out his defined chest. You felt some healed up scars on it, as you roamed your hands across his chest. He was beautiful to you and you made sure to mention it, talking against his skin. 
‘God fucking… damn it’ you couldn’t help growl against him as you kept on kissing and nibbling, making him gasp in pleasure. ‘Tangerine dear, you- you’re so delicious.’ Both of you chuckled a bit but he was clearly enjoying your desire for him, your predatorish sort of touches. ‘So pretty… so enthralling.’ He moved his neck and gave you even more access, you noticed. ‘Good boy.’ You praised and sucked on his neck, ready to mark him as yours. ’You’re mommy’s good boy. Mommy’s little plaything, its all you want to be isn’t that right?’
Leaning more and more into your hand, whining at your touches he said it as sultry as anyone could have, ever with his thick northern British accent ‘please mommy, fuck me.’ 
You pulled away ever so slightly, grinning at him and taking him by the hand to lead him into your bedroom. As soon as you two arrived, you pushed him onto the bed, he landed with a soft thud. Shirtless and breathless as you left him, he grinned at you. Clearly admiring your body as you undressed. A couple of seconds passed and you were standing infront of him wearing your underwear and your bra. You noticed the tent in his pants, meaning his dick was getting hard. His eyes still following you, as you were crawling onto him.
‘If I do anything that crosses a line, you tell me stop and I will. You got that, Tangerine?. You’re safe with me, doesn’t matter if you’re on top or not. Okay?’
He nodded as you reassured him and although you noticed, you couldn’t help but tease him. Taking his wrists into your hand and raising them above his head, with him involuntarily arching into your touch. Leaning directly over him, you gave his lips another meaningful kiss before whispering into his ear. 
‘I own you for tonight, Tangerine.’
You kept on straddling him with his hard and aching dick rubbing against his pants and that rubbing against your crotch. You also added humping to the whole thing. Trying to make yourself cum and making him all the more desperate. 
You set the pace, you set the rhythm. Grazing your teeth against his neck and teasing him with nibbles. Praising him as you did. You couldn’t help yourself but call out his beauty. He was gorgeous, he was pretty, he was really slutty too, laying so helplessly beneath you. 
You kept on kissing and nibbling, even giving him a few bites- a few hickeys, which made him let out strangled moans. He was breathing heavily, his hair a lot messier than earlier. 
‘You’re such a pretty slut’ and he wriggled beneath you, squirming and whining. But he kept on arching into your touch and you kept on marking his body, grinding yourself against him. The friction you were creating plus with how much Tangerine was turning you on, got you to your orgasm rather quickly. You stopped and panted for a second, still straddling him, your palms pressed against his chest. 
‘uhm- Y/N..’ You looked down at him, your eyes locking with his. 
‘You ok?’ 
You had been hovering above him, locking eyes and straddling his lap the entire time. You let go of his chest, and sat up straight, still looking down at him. 
‘Yeah just one thing. Uhm-’ he laughed, also a bit breathless. ‘You promised me intense.’
You scoffed. 
‘you did not just say that.’
‘Oh but I’m pretty sure I did, darling. So…?’
‘So, so what? What do you want, I gave you a fucking hickey that’s worth something innit?’
‘Well darling I want you to take me, mark me up, claim me. Really- claim me. Make me yours.’
Your eyes widened. And you sat there motionless. How can anyone be so fuckable?
‘You heard me, mommy? Take me, claim me, make me yours.’
You got off of him and took no time removing his pants and boxers. Seeing how he had leaked precum and left a wet spot on his underwear. What a slut. You took a condom out your drawer and put it on his cock. It was sorta long and almost fully hard. Less girthy, but quite veiny, very well maintained. Trimmed hair that matched his perfect orange mustache colour-wise. He raised his wrists above his head for you again. 
‘Go rough on me, love. Please.’ He reassured and you took his word for it.  
You removed your own clothing and basically jumped on top of him, making him groan. You straddled him, this time pressing your knees into his sides. One hand of yours reaching over his head to grab his wrists again, the other one reaching to feel his cock. Taking it into your hand and god it was perfect to you. He bucked his hips as you stroked it a coupled of times. Positioning your slit right above his tip, you made sure to lock eyes with him again. ‘I want to hear you beg for me, darling. Tell mommy how much you want it.’ 
And he didn’t resist. ‘Please. P L E A S E. Claim me, Mommy. Please. Fuck me. Please.’
‘God, you’re being so good for me.’ And good boys deserve their rewards. You pushed yourself down his length. Feeling it twitch inside you. You were more than wet, having cum already. Tangerine certainly had his effects on you. You both groaned in unison as you started moving up and down. 
Once again you set the rhythm and he was doing his best, moving his hips with you. 
Both of you kept on breathing heavily and making sounds of pleasure. 
‘Good?’ You asked and he nodded ‘More than good, Mommy. More than good. Fuck. ’
You two kept on making out- sloppy, wet, passionate kisses, as you switched between grinding on him and riding softly. But his words ‘go rough on me’ kept on replaying in your mind. You pulled yourself up his full length and he made a small disappointed moan into your mouth. But he trusted you and you knew. 
You continued making out, when you- to his surprise, slammed down his cock. It made him yell out ’FUCK-‘, your kiss broke but your eyes locked. He was so aroused, so helpless, so desperate. 
‘You said you want mommy to go rough on you, didn’t you?’ You slid up his cock and slammed down really fast once more. Still pinning his strong arms. God he squirmed so much. But it didn’t matter-
‘You're not going anywhere Tangerine dearest. You’re mine, tonight. My little plaything. Mommy’s prey, mommy’s good boy. Mommy’s little slut.’
You continued grazing his neck with your lips and teeth. Switching between sucking, licking, kissing and biting it. While still slamming up and down his cock- finally picking up the pace. 
‘I- I I’m gonna cum soon if you’re gonna con-continue like that.’
‘Did I give you permission to?’
He whined ‘…no’
You were good at this. Being authoritative, stern and still so gentle.
‘No’ you shook your head. ‘Mommy did not. If you want to cum, you have to earn it. Beg me for it.’
‘Please. Fuck PLEASE please . I can’t hold on any longer- I, P LE A SE’
He screamed, whined, begged, his voice strained. You laughed mischievously. 
‘Fine, fine. Go on. You did well Tangerine, dearest. You can come for mommy.’’
Nodding furiously and repeating the words ‘thank you’, you slammed one last time before his body convulsed. You felt all of him shake as he came. Letting out a low guttural moan. 
You kept on cockwarming him for a few seconds while he panted, slowly letting go of his wrists and getting off of him. ‘Shh. You did good my darling.’ You kissed his flushed cheeks as he smiled at you. Closing his eyes- he was happy, blissed out and tired as fuck. His breathing still ragged. You pulled the condom off his cock and threw it in the trash bin.
‘You ok?’ You laid beside him and moved your hand through his messy hair. He was leaning into you. 
‘Thank you’ he whispered, chuckled and pressed his face into your chest. ‘You’re incredible, darling.’
‘Ha. I tried warning ya- but someone didn’t want to listen.’
He laughed, nodded and you felt it against your chest. You both snuggled close to eachother. Cuddling as you covered him and you with a blanket.
‘We can just chill for tonight, you’re welcome to stay with me.’
He put his arm around your waist, shifted in position and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
‘I think, I might fall in love with you.’ He joked as he kept drifting off to sleep. You kept on moving your hand through his hair. Soothing him and enjoying the peace. 
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tangerinesmommy ¡ 4 months ago
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I am crowning myself Founder of a new Sub Genre for Tangerine FanFics.
THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN.
WE NEED
SUBMISSIVE TANGERINE
And hell I will start writing.
Spread #Sub!Tangerine
THIS IS SO HAPPENING.
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tangerinesmommy ¡ 4 months ago
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Hey you.
Yes you wonderful Tangerine fanfic writers.
I get it. I do. All of you want nothing else but tangerine to make you his good girl. His dirty little slut. I get it. It's nice thinking about him being dominant but at the same time being careful and delicate with you. Showing care but being so stern and authoritative.
But don't you guys think it's time for
Sub! Tangerine
Sub! tangerine
Submissive! Tangerine
Submissive tangerine
SUBMISSIVE TANGERINE
Slutty fucking good boy tangerine
Please. Please for god's sake. I beg you all of you.
And if not tell me there's a market for it because I will write it myself. But I want people to need him like I do.
Because I know all of you need him to Dom you. But why is there nobody needing him to be a submissive little slut for mommy. Mommy's good boy. Obsessed and a total mess. Coming home from jobs with lemon and wanting nothing else but to lay in her lap and being comforted. Not fighting it. Not being scared or feeling stupid or unusual submitting to READER.
IF THERE'S ONE MORE PERSON ON THIS APP TELLING ME THEY WANT THIS FUCKING HELL I WILL WRITE AND POST.
If you are intrigued by this idea but need ideas for subby boy behaviour HIT ME UP. I WILL GLADLY GIVE YOU ALL THE INFORMATION YOU NEED. Also tag me. I need it.
thanks for coming to my Ted Talk xX
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