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Seduction

Pairing: fem!reader x Tangerine.

Synopsis: You’re about to go out and do your job and gather information when your boyfriend stops you from going out, too turned on for you to leave.

Warning: smut.

Tan X Reader Heavy Heavy Smut Maybe Pwp 🤷🏻‍♀️

The hotel room was dark, only lit by the caresses of the moonlight slipping through the large windows. You were in the bathroom, naked, applying some makeup on your already beautiful face. Your eyes were wide, the mascara wand twirling on your eyelashes. The dress you were supposed to wear was hanging on the door, waiting. You had to go seduce an important politician, getting some information out of him. The plan was that you’d bring the him up to your room, and Tangerine would be waiting in the wardrobe, jumping out, and would press a gun to the man’s forehead.

You placed the mascara wand down, glancing at yourself in the glimmering mirror. You puckered your lips, adding a coat of red lipsticks to finish the look. You turned to your dress, slipping it off the hanger easily. It was black, tight, and had a thigh slight, which was dangerously close to revealing your crotch area, making it impossible to wear any type of panties with this type of dress. The dress was also too tight to wear any bras either, so you just slipped the flimsily piece of expensive cloth on, adjusting your hair before stepping out of the bathroom, leaving a haze of perfume behind you.

“Alright, all ready.” You chirped, walking to your suitcase, grabbing your heels from the plastic bag you had wrapped them in. Tangerine was sitting down on the bed, his muscular thighs spread in his blue dress pants. His long, tattooed fingers were holding a paperback delicately in his hands, the rings glinting in the sunset.

The minute your lilting voice reached his ears, he looked up from the pages, tearing himself away from the world in his head. His eyes widened when they landed on your figure, standing at the foot of his bed. You didn’t notice, busy checking your phone, newly acquired heels dangling in your hand.

“You look gorgeous, love.” You heard him say, his British accent familiar to your ears. “It’s taking all my self control not to come there and rip it off,” he whispered, standing up and gliding towards you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You grinned, placing a hand on his thigh. “I know, baby. But after we get rid of the man, you can do anything to me.” You whispered, standing up, and gently grazing his ear with your red lips. He shivered, closing his eyes, and plopping back down where you had been a second before. You walked to the chair in front of him, aware Tangerine’s eyes were glued to your ass as you swayed past him. You didn’t mind, your heart fluttering.

You grabbed your heels, starting to slip them on. To aid yourself in putting on the torture traps fashion called shoes, you spread your legs, lifting them to close the clasp that danced mockingly around your ankles. The already short hem of the dress had slid down against your waist, revealing your bare center to Tangerine.

The moment he realized what he was looking at, all the thoughts he had in his mind vanished, the blood rushing to his cock, hardening it in his dress pants, leaving little to the imagination. The idea that you were going out to seduce another man before Tangerine himself, your boyfriend, could get a taste of you, was making him furious. His skin started to become warm, and his breaths became shallow. Tangerine threw the book on the bed, hearing it bounce a few inches away. He stood up, licking his lips and adjusting his vest, walking towards you.

You barely took notice, too concentrated on your shoe clasp, which wouldn’t close, slipping through your fingers like water. It was infuriating. Just as you were about to close it, making you finally ready to go, Tangerine lifted your leg, throwing it over his shoulder as he kneeled in front of you. The clasp jolted away, and the shoe almost slipped off. “Tangerine? What are you doing-”, your sentence was stopped when you felt the familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth against your core, his tongue darting inside of you.

You hadn’t been aroused before, but the sudden entrance of his skillful tongue made you moan out loud, throwing your head back against the wall, his mustache grazing your sensitive skin. Tangerine lifted your other leg, gripping your thighs, eating you out like a madman. Your arousal soon started coursing through your body, your nipples hardening, as well as your clit peeking out between the folds. “Tan…what-what are you doing I need to go,” you stammered in between moans, grinding against his tongue, your hand tightening around the arm rest.

“You’re not going out of here until my cum is dripping down your leg.”Tangerine murmured against your lower lips, the vibration making you see stars twinkling in your vision. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, love. I can’t let you go out like that. Your mine, and I want that bloody politician to fucking know,” he hissed, his long fingers replacing his mouth as he talked, not wanting to leave you high and dry.

You barely heard him, the pleasure starting to wash over you like a tsunami. Your stomach started to coil, tightening in all the right places, making you clench tightly around his long fingers. Tangerine had made you scream and arch your back as you orgasmed so many times he could tell you were close, a proud glint dancing in his eyes. To give you the extra push you needed, he dived back in, adding his tongue to his dancing fingers. You had started wiggling so much, your heels had clattered to the floor, leaving a dent in the moquette, and the thin shoulder straps of the your dress tumbled down your arms, revealing your quivering breasts.

Tangerine reached one ringed hand to grope them, waiting for you to tip over the edge. He could tell by the way your tongue slipped out of your mouth, and your unsteady breath pattern that you were about to orgasm. You looked gorgeous, just as you always did, but pride roared in his chest, knowing he was the only one that make you look like this.

The pleasure was starting to cloud your vision, and your hand blindly tried gripping onto the wall, before you decided to drop it down into Tangerine’s curls, tugging. He grunted quietly, a wet patch starting to form on his pants. “Tan! Tan! I’m…coming,” you panted. Tangerine spread your legs, pressing your clit with his index finger. The coolness of his rings contrasted with the heat of your sweating skin.

“Let go,” he whispered, and not even a second later, your juices gushed out of you, coating his mustache. He licked his lips, tasting you. Tangerine stood up, letting you relax for a second, deciding to observe you instead. Your hair was messy, your makeup ruined; the mascara ran down your cheeks like black tears, and your lipstick was long gone. Your breasts were exposed, the nipples hardened. Your legs were spread as much as they possibly could, hanging over the armrests of the chair, giving him a perfect view of your swollen, leaking center, which still now trickled droplets of your arousal on the soaked leather of the chair. He grinned proudly, knowing he was the only one allowed on this earth to watch you come undone as prettily as you did. He had seen you like this so many times, and yet, he could never get enough.

Without hesitating, Tangerine unbuckled his belt. The soft sound echoed in the room. He quickly kicked off his dress pants, his boxers flying away with them. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers were quick, missing a few buttons. He grunted in frustration, ripping his shirt open, the unopened buttons flying to the floor. You stared at him, unable to move, eyes focused on his abs. His cock sprang out, already hard. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching to feel him.

Tangerine leaned down, aligning himself with your hips, before slipping inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. You cried his name out in pleasure, tears of pure satisfaction mingling with your mascara. “Your mine,” Tangerine whispered in your ear, nibbling on your sensitive lobe.

The words were a caress to your lust-ridden mind, and you nodded urgently, grinding your hips against his. “Always! Forever!” You cried, leaning down to lock your lips together.

The kiss was passionate, furious, sloppy. His lips were swollen, and you could taste yourself on them. Saliva started dripping out, a few droplets coating your breasts. His tongue was shoved down your throat, while yours was caressing his mouth. He stopped moving his hips for a second, wanting to enjoy the kiss. Tangerine’s large hands grasped the swell of your hips, your smaller ones were holding the nape of his neck, your thumb rubbing large circles on his skin.

Desperate for more, Tangerine tried getting closer to you, even though it was physically impossible. He thrusted deeper inside you, hitting your g spot. The pleasure made you moan in your boyfriend’s mouth, detaching your lips. A string of saliva connected the two of you. Tangerine smirked, his hair disheveled, his eyes blown wide with lust.

He held you tighter on the hips, starting to thrust in and out of you quickly, the chair shaking underneath you. You threw your head back, and Tangerine took the opportunity to pepper kisses on your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. He loved it, and it made his cock twitch inside you.

You whimpered quietly, hand traveling down in between your bodies, pressing your swollen clit. Tangerine’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his hair sticking to it. He quickly shooed your hand away from your core, replacing it with one of his large thumbs, pressing down on your swollen bud of nerves.

You screamed, literally screamed, hands gliding down his back, leaving red, angry marks. “Yes, make it loud and clear for everyone in this fucking hotel that your screams are only for me,” Tangerine groaned, feeling that his own climax was caressing his back, approaching swiftly. “You close, babygirl?” He croaked, holding your flushed skin against his, feeling your breasts bouncing against his chest.

You nodded, not even trusting yourself to respond. Tangerine thought you would need a few more thrusts to get there, but the next time he sunk deep inside you, without warning, you wrapped around him tightly, clenching around his cock, screaming his name and orgasmed. It had been so sudden, Tangerine felt his orgasm be yanked out of him, and he fell against your neck, whimpering your name like a prayer, as he started pumping his seed deep inside you.

You inhaled deeply, encouraging him to finish, caressing his back, feeling the ridges your nails had created. After a few moments, Tangerine was spent, and went flaccid inside you, yet he didn’t pull out, looking up to gaze at you, caressing your make up-smudged cheek. “My gorgeous (Y/N).”

The words elicited a quiet laugh from your swollen lips. “Please, I look like I’ve been run over by six cars.”

Tangerine chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it looks like you were fucked good, which you were.” You slapped his chest, laughing.

The two of you basked in the sex afterglow for a few more seconds, before you needed to go get ready all over again. You couldn’t even walk properly and needed Tangerine to help you reach the bathroom which was literally five steps away.

•

After another thirty minutes, you looked just as you had before. You sprayed perfume on yourself again, glancing at the mirror. “How do I look?” You asked, turning to face Tangerine, who was sitting on the toilet, cleaning his gun, only wearing his pants. He smirked appreciatively, placing the weapon on the sink, and slapping your ass.

“You look so fucking sexy, my love,” he leaned down to kiss you, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“Nope! No! If you kiss me, we’re fucking all over again.” You grabbed the purse from the floor, opening the bathroom door. “I’m going, Tan. I’ll text you when we’re coming back.”

Tangerine smiled at you, sending you a flying kiss. You sent one back, heading out the door and into the hallway. Tangerine leaned against he doorframe, watching you walk away. As he let his eyes glide to your ass, and to your legs, he noticed one, single bead of his cum sliding down the back of your exposed thighs. Tangerine grinned, licking his lips.

Oh, this would be a fun night.

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nesspt2

10 years ago

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski (via girlchoking)

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nesspt2

4 years ago

I feel like I don’t have the right to be emotional about this anniversary. Even though I’ve always been a fan, I didn’t have such a visceral attachment before this summer. And anyway, this isn’t about me. It’s about Greg’s family. 💜