late calls. . .‧˚꒰ 🍊 ꒱༘‧
ring ring pairing: Tangerine (Bullet Train) x f!reader genre: comfort • smut notes: tangerine is on a mission, while catching up during a call things escalate a bit... warnings: smut!, masturbation (f, m), dirty talking MINORS DNI!! masterlist join my taglist ─── ꒰ 📞 ꒱ ───
thinking about you
Frankly the worst thing about dating Tangerine were his constant trips away.
Sometimes for only a day or two, sometimes for more than a week. And it always managed to feel like eternity to you.
Most of your nights ended the same way, phone pressed to your ear, like it could make up for the empty space in your bed.
Tonight was no different.
Now you were lying flat on your bed, phone tucked against your cheek, listening to him trying, rather successfully, to sooth you from a hotel room on the other side of the world.
“What a cunt,” Tangerine said flatly. You had just told him about some stupid fight you had with your coworker.
“I can handle it when I come back… if you need me to.”
You let out a long, exhausted sigh.
“It’s fine, Tang..” you muttered.
There was a soft rustle on his end, him shifting in a chair, probably.
“When are you coming back…?” you asked, softer this time.
He let out a low chuckle, the sound warm even through the crackle of the phone line.
“Missin’ me already, are you?”
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it made you huff.
“Mhm,” you admitted. Then, a little teasingly, “Do you not miss me?”
“Of course I do,” he shot back without hesitation. “Miss you every goddamn second.”
“So… when are you coming back?” you asked again, quieter now.
There was a pause, chair rustling, a clock ticking faintly in the background.
You imagined him glancing at the time, running a hand through his hair like he always did when he was thinking.
“Tomorrow night,” he said finally. “I’ll be home by ten at the latest, princess.”
“Promise?” you asked immediately. “Not like last time… when you didn’t come home for another three days.”
“I promise,” he said. “I’ll definitely be there tomorrow, love.”
A small smile tugged at your lips, “Okay… I can’t wait.”
He let out a quiet, pleased sound, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Neither can I, love,” he said. “You better be ready, ’cause I’m not lettin’ you outta my sight for a damn second.”
You laughed softly, heat rising to your cheeks. “Tang…”
He chuckled, low and amused, clearly picturing your reaction.
“I’m serious,” he went on. “You’re gonna be absolutely smothered by me, princess.”
“Hm,” you hummed, “I’ll surely hope so…”
You let your head sink against the pillow, a smirk playing on your lips.
“Are you going to tell Lemon this time that he’s kind of not invited to our date… or will he also be there again?”
He sighed heavily at the mention of Lemon, dragging a hand down his face.
Lemon was his best mate, brilliant partner in crime, and… brother, first and foremost.
But Christ, the man had a talent for interrupting at the worst possible times.
And it had been weeks since Tangerine had you properly alone.
“Yeah,” he said at last, exhaling through his nose. “He’s not joining in. It’ll just be the two of us this time, I promise.”
A soft laugh slipped from you almost immediately.
“Better for you,” you teased, “I mean, you wouldn’t want to miss out on how much I missed you…”
He hummed low in his throat, a slow, satisfied sound.
“Oh yeah?” he said, smirk creeping into his voice. “You gonna show me just how much you’ve missed me, sweetness?”
“Mhm…” you hummed back, and he could practically hear the lazy smile on your face. “I missed you a lot. You were gone for almost two weeks now… and I’ve been so alone…”
“Poor little thing,” he teased you. “All alone for two weeks?”
“Bet you’ve been all needy and touch-starved, haven’t ya, princess?”
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot…” you admitted softly.
The sound of shifting sheets came through the phone, and his jaw tightened slightly at the image that formed uninvited in his head.
Fuck.
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly through his nose like it might steady him.
“Yeah?” he said, voice lower now. “What’ve you been thinking about exactly, princess?”
There was a brief pause on your end.
“Just about how you hold me…” you said quietly. “And kiss me… and touch me…”
His grip tightened around the phone for a second, his head tipping back slightly as he let out a restrained breath, eyes closing.
“Is that right? You've been thinking about my hands on you, haven't you, sweetheart?” he murmured a bit rougher now.
“Mhm…” you breathed into the phone, hands brushing over your body almost absentmindedly.
He almost groaned again, picturing your hands on your body. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this over the phone, but the sound of your voice in his ear made patience to wait until tomorrow seem impossible.
“You have no idea how much I’m wanting you right now, princess…” he said roughly.
Your increasingly ragged breath rang through the phone line, your hands brushing over your thighs forced a soft sound from your lips.
“What…” he began but had to swallow the roughness in his voice. “What are you doing to yourself right now?”
“Nothing…” you hummed teasingly, before letting out another quiet sweet sound, purely to tempt him.
Tangerine let out a quiet huff, “Don’t play that game with me, princess…”
Your hands wandered up, gently squeezing your chest, “Hm– I’m just laying in bed, wearing your shirt…”
He closed his eyes at that, imagining you wearing nothing but one of his old shirts.
The sound of your uneven breathing was driving him insane, and he felt the space in his slacks tighten rapidly.
“Princess, I swear to god, if you don’t stop what you’re doing…” he rasped.
“Then what…?” you interrupted him.
“I thought you wanted me to tell you what I’m doing… no?” you feigned innocence.
He took another deep breath, shifting in the chair again in an attempt to relieve the strain against his trousers.
“I was just thinking about how much I miss you.. but my hands don’t feel as good as yours feel…” you said, dragging your hands up your own body.
“Is that so princess? You wish my hands were the ones touching you instead?” he groaned quietly, finally undoing the button and zipper of his slacks. He palmed himself through the fabric his breath choking in his throat as he pictures your hands on your body and imagined his own in their place instead.
“Yes…” you admitted softly, pressing your thighs together at the feeling.
Your hands brushed down your stomach, between your legs.
“I don’t even have my panties on…” you said innocently into the phone, as if you just noticed you had conveniently forgotten them.
He groaned, gripping himself fully now, unable to hold back anymore. His breath came out in uneven huffs, his cock twitching at the thought of you touching yourself just like this for him.
“Hm… and I’m wet too…” you breathed, fingers sliding between your wet folds now.
You let out a muffled moan as your fingers circled your clit firmly.
Tangerine let out a breathless groan at the sound of your moan, his own hand stroking him faster now.
He couldn’t stop the mental image of you, legs spread wide, fingers teasing yourself while you whispered these filthy things into his ear.
His grip tightened and he bit back another groan.
“God, princess, you sound so fucking perfect… keep going. Tell me everything…”
You let another moan tumble from your lips as you toyed with your bundle of nerves, “I really wish you were here to fuck me…” you breathed out.
He let out an involuntary curse, hips bucking into his own hand at the thought of being inside you.
“Fuck, princess… I wish I was too. I’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
A quiet wet sound came from between your legs as you pushed two fingers inside yourself.
“You don’t know how baldy I want to touch you right now..” he choked out.
Your fingers began to thrust into you, “I miss you so much, Tang, I wish you would just– ah… bend me over and– mh… ah… fuck me–” you moaned out.
The sound of your moans and the filthy words you were whispering pushed him closer and closer to the edge. His own hand moving roughly now, trying to chase the same pleasure you were feeling while listening to your voice.
“Wish you were fucking me… until I can’t think–” you added.
He let out another groan.
“Wish you were fucking me… until I’m nothing but a wet mess– moaning and whimpering your name…” you whined into the phone, thumb rubbing your clit while your fingers fucked into you.
You closed your eyes at the hot pleasure pulling tight in your core.
“Fuck… Tangerine…”
He couldn’t hold back any longer, the sound of his name and the needy whines made him groan under his breath.
“Ah– Tang…” you let out, the knot in your stomach snapping as you came.
Tangerine panted heavily, stroking himself a few more times before he bucked into his fist, releasing the pent up tension.
“Fuck princess…” he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath as he slumped back into the chair.
His body was more relaxed now, but his mind was still picturing the way you would’ve looked coming apart under him.
You let out a few shaky breaths, cheeks red as you came down from your high. You felt suddenly very much aware of what you had done on the phone right now.
He cleaned his hand off, fabric rustling as he pulled his slacks back up, adjusting himself, trying to catch his breath before speaking again.
“Oh now you’re getting shy? After everything you just said?” he teased at your sudden silence.
You shifted the blanket, pulling it up snuggling into it.
“This is your fault…” you mumbled.
“I’m pretty sure half of that dirty talk coming out of your mouth was all you…” he teased again, his voice still rough.
“I just miss you.. a lot..” you said a bit more quietly.
His heart softened a bit at that, his cockiness dying down as he heard the hint of vulnerability in his voice.
“I know… I miss you too, so damn much, princess…” he replied, his voice soft now.
“But I’ll see you tomorrow night… no?”
He nodded, even though you couldn’t see him, “Yeah… tomorrow night, then you’re stuck with me the whole weekend.”
You frowned a bit at his words, “You’ll be here for just the weekend…?” you asked with an audible pout.
"Unfortunately… I’ve got to go on another trip in a few days…” he sighed, “You know I have to work, I don’t like leaving you either, princess…”
After a moment you let out a soft breath, knowing there was nothing you could do about it. “Alright.. just make sure you’re home on time tomorrow, okay..?”
Tangerine chuckled softly, a small bit of affection in his voice, “Of course… promise, love.”
You let out a soft yawn, cozying up in the sheets, “Okay… I love you..”
The corners of his mouth softened into a small smile as he heard your words, “I love you too, princess… get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow…”
“Good night, Tang…”
“Night, love…”
a/n: my absolute FAVOURITE movie EVER!! also my special interest for the last 4 years... BULLET TRAIN!!! idk I have never written tangerine before soooo.... tell me how you all like it!!!
