Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader
Characters: Tangerine, Female Reader, Lemon
Tags: Bullet Train, Arguing, Friendship, Insecurity, Fucking, Fingering, Smut, Mild Angst, Kissing, Interupted Sex, Aftercare’s a bit shit, Moustaches, Tangerine & Lemon, Lemon & Reader are tight, established friendship, Female Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Fucking against a wall, quickies, if one of y’all speaks Japanese I am very sorry, Readers Codename is Peach
Summary: Reader and Tangerine fight and make up
Notes: that bit where tangerine 🍊 gets interrupted yeah it’s a bit different
‘Whoever killed him has that suitcase,’ Tangerine said.
‘A diesel,’ Lemon said, clicking his finger and pointing at me. I smirked as Tangerine’s jaw tightened.
‘A Diesel definitely has that briefcase,’ I said looking at Lemon who sat across from me.
‘Will you stop comparing everything to Thomas the fucking tank engine?!’ Tangerine snapped as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Lemon and I fell quiet for a moment as we watched him heave a heavy sigh. Silence fell between the three of us, well four if you counted the contractors dead son who was sitting beside us blood staining his cheeks. Finally, Lemon piped up, ‘Well it’s not an Edward who’s got it is it?’
‘For fuck-‘ Tangerine started but I cut him off.
‘Oh don’t be so narky,’ I snapped back, ‘besides the blokes dead now nothing we can do about it. I say we find the briefcase-‘
‘Oh so the white death can chop off just one limb each instead of both-‘
‘Well what do you suppose we do? We can’t magic him back to life but we can find the briefcase it’s on this train somewhere for fuck sake,’ I said, irritation riling inside of me.
I loved Tangerine. Adored him but sometimes he was really fucking irritating. Always looking on the black side of things. Always worrying. We’d always got out of things before. Why would it be any different this time?
‘Yeah well maybe if you had kept track of it like you were supposed to we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess,’ he spat.
‘Oh is that right? All three of us were responsible for it not just me. Because this job was for the three of us if I remember rightly.’
‘Well maybe I liked it better when it was just the two of us,’ he grumbled.
‘Tangerine-‘ Lemon interjected but I was hot on his tail that rage bubbling up.
‘Oh is that right?’ I said, ‘you’d rather it was just you? Just the guys?’
‘You know what…yeah,’ Tangerine said. His jaw was set and his eyes stony.
‘I’m just a liability huh?’ I said. My arms were folded now trying to hold myself together. I could feel the ache around my chest as I looked at him, almost egging him on to say all the things I’d worried about since I’d first joined the boys.
‘You’re not a liability-‘ Lemon said, looking between me and his brother as if we were two tennis players slinging the ball across the court to one another.
‘Well she’s not a fucking help,’ Tangerine said in a low voice that almost sounded like a growl. If I wasn’t so angry I’d be turned on with how he looked right now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and flaming. His arms were pulsing against his shirt, tight and taught against his muscles.
We locked eyes for a moment, neither of us wavering until finally I broke contact. I turned in my seat grappling with the coat I had thrown across the head rest.
‘Peach,’ Lemon said as I stood up next to Tangerine who rolled his eyes. I was trapped in my seat and he didn’t seem to want to move, no doubt seeing that as giving in somehow.
‘Move,’ I said, looking down at him with a look of disgust.
‘Look Peach,’ he said, holding a large hand clad in thick rings in front of me.
‘I said move,’ I repeated withholding the urge to knock that hand out of my way. He and Lemon shared a look before he swivelled his legs to the side of his chair creating a small and awkward valley for me to shimmy through. I manoeuvred carefully through the gap, trying to save some face and hopefully not fall over. As I got out he moved his long legs back under the table and rested his hand upon it his fingers interlaced.
I looked at them both for a moment and then turned my gaze on Lemon solely.
‘I’m going to go and search this half of the train,’ I said pointing towards my right. I could feel Tangerine’s gaze upon my face but I refused to look anywhere but Lemon’s direction. He was trying to pay attention to me but his gaze kept flitting to his twin, what I assume he thought was unnoticed.
‘If you could do me a favour and search the other side, that is of course if you can tear yourself away from playing the blame game and actually do something useful,’ I said and without looking at anyone else I turned on my heel and strutted down the carriage and through the door to the adjoining compartment. Once I was through the door I darted into the toilet amidst the two carriages and locked the door behind me. I threw my coat on a peg on the door and went to look in the mirror. As I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gripping the sink in front of me, I realised I was shaking. With anger or insecurity I didn’t know.
I had been with the boys for a few months now. We’d met on a job and I had gotten them out of a tight spot. They had thanked me endlessly and promised me they’d make up for it. I’d told them that I wasn’t the kind of girl to hold onto a promise. So I cashed it in straight away and asked them to add me onto the team. I needed back up. And I figured having me there added an extra layer of believability to their outfit. Sometimes things needed a woman’s touch.
And sometimes being a woman was really fucking hard. I don’t know why I had gotten so upset. I knew that it had only been months but I thought I had become…one of them. I thought we were a team. I wanted to be part of the team. Not someone to sling the blame at when things got sticky. Not someone who was held to a different standard. Not a liability.
I let go of the sink and stood back assessing my appearance. My hair was slicked back in a hair clip and my outfit was simple. A tight sweater and a short leather skirt with knee high boots that were surprisingly easy to fight in, not to mention the heel packed a punch when sacking someone in the Crown Jewels. I decided not to bother taking my coat as I left the small bathroom figuring I’d come back for it later. I peeped a glance down the window to the carriage I had come from. Lemon was still sitting there though he didn’t notice me at the door as he was deep in conversation. I moved out of the small connection and into the next compartment quickly reminding myself of what I was here for. I needed to forget everything. I needed that briefcase.
I walked along the carriage slowly, my eyes roving over every nook and cranny the case could have been stuffed into. I mumbled general ‘hellos’ and offered smiles whenever I crossed paths with someone which fortunately was few and far between on this side of the train. My path continued through a few more carriages though as I got to the back of the train I realised my mission was ironically, fruitless. I had made it to the back of the train now, a room full of controls and panels. I bent down a little my eyes scanned every single one trying my best to commit it to memory though it being all in Japanese did hinder me a bit. I spoke minimal Japanese and my reading skills weren’t much better. I sighed and pulled back deciding to head back and find the boys.
As I opened the door to the control room stepping back into the stock room. It was jam packed with cupboards and trolleys that the staff used to dole out snacks and beverages. And there, leaning against one of the snack trolleys was Tangerine. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed him. How long had he been there? And why was he just lingering?
I folded my arms across my chest which made him smirk.
‘Come to check I’ve done my job?’ I said coolly.
‘Just making sure this side of the carriage is done,’ he said leaning up off of the snack trolley. We stared at each other for a moment until I broke and moved towards the opposite door heading back to the carriages but he was quicker and before I could get there he was stood in my way.
‘Tangerine,’ I grumbled trying to step around him.
‘Wait,’ he mumbled. I looked up at him and he was watching me with a soft expression, pleading in his eyes.
‘Why should I? Besides thought you wouldn’t want to be hanging around to much with me. What with me being a liability and alll,’ I said trying to move past him again but he grabbed my shoulder keeping me in place.
‘You can’t even let me apologise without that smart fuckin mouth interrupting huh?’ he sighed.
‘Funny, I didn’t hear much of an apology coming at me,’ I griped folding my arms across my chest but they were only there for a second as the dropped to my waist as I stood there stunned now feeling his large hands on the sides of my face as his lips met mine.
He kissed me with fervour and I allowed him too, then, once my mind caught up with everything that was happening I kissed him back. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands trailed down my body finding my waist and pulling me into him so our bodies were forced together.
‘What was that?’ I said breathily as I pulled back.
‘Me trying to say I’m sorry,’ he smirked, ‘figured it was the only way to shut you up.’
‘You kissed me to shut me up?’ I snapped trying to pull out of his grasp. Panic flooded his face as his grip tightened around me stopping me from moving, ‘no, no, look I didn’t mean it like that.’
‘Then what did you mean?’ I said.
‘Look,’ he said, ‘I really am sorry okay?’
‘For blaming you,’ he said, ‘it wasn’t your fault. The briefcase I mean…it was mine. I watched you put it away and I didn’t say anything…I didn’t say anything because I was too busy staring at your arse in that skirt. In fact I’ve been too busy staring at you a lot of the time…’
‘Tangerine,’ I sighed as he leaned down and kissed me once more. And again. And again.
‘We can’t-‘ I said as he walked me backwards until my back collided with a snack cart. I groaned as his lips met my neck and he sucked a little, making me shiver in my core.
‘I know,’ he said, kissing my neck again as his hands roamed down my body, cupping under my ass so he could lift me up onto the top of the trolley counter.
‘The case,’ I grumbled but my thoughts were disappearing one by one until my mind was only on his lips which were showering kisses all over whatever flesh was on show.
His lips moved back to mine and we kissed deeper than before until he broke away and said, ‘I’m not gonna finish anything if all I can think about is fucking you.’
He looked at me watching me closely as if waiting for permission but I didn’t say anything instead my hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him into me. As we made out my hands danced up and made their way into his hair pulling on it. I felt one hand on my thigh pushing up until it was fully under my skirt his fingers grabbing on my hip as his thumb trailed across my underwear instantly making me shiver.
I moaned biting on his lower lip as his fingers moved rubbing through my underwear which was getting slicker by the minute. My hands left his hair as I started fumbling with his pants trying to get them unbuttoned as fast as I could. I could feel him underneath the fabric. Pressed up against it tight and rigid begging to be relieved. My palm rubbed over it making him grunt as his mouth returned to my neck.
All of a sudden he was missing. His hands, his fingers, his mouth. All gone. And as I looked up I spotted him now across the carriage shifting uncomfortably as he straightened up and a train attendant stepped through the sliding glass door with her trolley. She smiled at me and then at him and we both smiled back trying to sell the illusion that nothing was amiss.
She nodded at me and it was only then I realised I was still sitting on top of the counter. I hopped off smoothing my skirt out and trying to ignore the warm stickiness in my knickers.
‘トロリーから何か欲しいものはありますか?’ She asked looking at me and then at Tangerine. Who, entirely unlike himself, looked like a deer in headlights which made me smirk.
‘No?’ he said though it was more a question than an answer.
‘Īe, dōmo arigatō,’ I smiled at her. Even if I wasn’t too sure of what she actually asked my confidence in the reply seemed to land right with her as she turned her attention away from the both of us. She busied herself with her cart stowing it away and placing everything where it should be. I stepped around her and though he was still flustered I grabbed him by the waistcoat and pulled him outside. He followed me willingly as we got into the adjoining my eyes scanning for anywhere we could hide. Spotting a toilet I pulled him inside and our bodies collided again, the interruption long forgotten.
He pushed me up against the wall as his mouth returned to my neck and his hands carressed down my body. My fingers grappled with his waist coat pulling it open. He shirked it off of his back barely losing contact with me. As my hands focused on his pants he hiked my leg up around his waist, his fingers returning to their position from before. He moved my underwear to the side teasing between my folds with his fingers before he inserted two fingers into me. He stopped as his rings became flush with me instead opting to pump in me shallowly his thumb now honed in on rubbing my clit. I shivered under his touch my hands now frantically trying to get his pants down. As I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them out of the way along with his underwear he sprung out.
He was thick, uncut and slick with precum. It oozed along my fingers as I grabbed hold gently moving my hand back and forth. He moaned as I touched him panting against my neck.
‘Fuck me Peach,’ he grumbled.
‘I’m trying to,’ I chuckled, grinding against his hand. This seemed to rev him up into another gear. He pulled back looking at me with a smile which widened as I gasped when his fingers left me. With one leg already hiked up he found the other and forced it to join making me wrap my legs around him. One hand gripped behind my back, which was pressed against the wall partly holding me up, and his other pressed the wall next to my head. My hands gripped around his neck praying he wouldn’t drop me.
The hand against the wall came down between us as he took over where I’d left off tugging himself until he was lined up with me. He looked at me carefully teasing my slit a little as he waited for permission. I nodded and in one swift movement he entered me down to the base.
I hissed as he bottomed out. His fingers were a good warm up act but this was a lot thicker taking me a minute to adjust.
‘You alright darlin?’ he asked and I nodded pulling him in towards me so I could kiss him. I could feel him smirking as I kissed him then as he started to move in and out of me he mumbled, ‘good because I’m not stopping.’
He was moving quicker now building momentum as that old familiar feeling climbed higher and higher like a wave waiting to crash back down. One hand stayed wrapped around me whilst his other held my hip so he could pound up into me. He held me so tightly I knew I was going to have bruises later on. I didn’t know what to do. I was gripping onto him for dear life, relishing in the pleasure each movement gave me. My lips attacked him everywhere kissing, nipping, sucking wherever I could get and pulling whatever fabric I had to out of the way so I could continue.
That was when I heard the change in his breathing and felt the rhythm change in his hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. And my climax was coming too.
‘Kiss me,’ I mumbled pulling him towards me.
‘You’re the boss,’ he said leaning in and locking lips with me. It was slightly more tender than I anticipated but I didn’t care. I ground down against him, creating friction against my clit which knocked me over the edge.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,’ I whimpered as I came, my walls convulsing around him making him grunt and pick up the pace. He moved quicker chasing his high and I shivered suddenly feeling tender as he hammered into me. His eyes were closed as I watched him but they opened as my fingers pushed an errant hair that had fallen in his face out of the way. My fingers traced down his face, stroking it gently as my thumb ran across his bottom lip.
‘Cum for me baby,’ I whispered. He nodded as if it was any simple instruction and a second later I felt him spill into me. He moved in and out a couple more times before he fell against me, pinning me between him and the wall. His head came to rest in the crook of my neck for a minute. His breath was heavy and wet but in all honesty I didn’t care. In fact, I found myself stroking his face. We stayed like that for a moment until we both seemed to come to our senses, or rather back to reality.
He slipped out of me and helped me until I was standing on my own two feet. I could feel wet stickiness pooling between my legs and I cursed myself for not taking my underwear off. Now I was going to be sitting like that all night. As he tucked himself back into his pants and redressed I grabbed a couple sheets of toilet paper and cleaned up a little, washing my hands after. As I stood at the sink I felt him come up behind me. I looked back at him in the mirror and smiled. He smiled too as his hand rested on the counter top, trapping me in between them. He leaned down and kissed my cheek and before I could do anything he left, leaving me standing facing myself in the mirror.
As I did, regret and anguish flooded through me. What had I just done? We had a case to work. A job to do. He couldn’t stop thinking about my arse before how was I supposed to carry on without thinking about everything that just happened. I’d thought with my vagina not my head. I’d potentially fucked up our entire working dynamic. I mean, he was to blame too but if I hadn’t opened my smart fucking mouth maybe this wouldn’t have happened. He was right.
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