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burnt sugar

fandom: bullet train

pairing: tangerine x original female character

warnings: nsfw, age difference, power imbalance, vaginal fingering, choking, dom tangerine, dom/sub undertones, degradation, shameless smut, daddy kink, orgasm denial, OC is a virgin

rating: 18+

word count: 3.2k

summary: tangerine and lemon are hired to protect jo, the daughter of a billionaire, on her journey back home from japan. however, things quickly escalate when tangerine and jo's mutual and forbidden desires for each other come to light

Tangerine

The girl walked out of the toilet right then, looking about eighteen, tall, about 5'7, and startled, her brown eyes wide and mouth open slightly in surprise.

She was pretty, with very long, straight brown hair down to her mid-back, tanned skin, and larger-than-average breasts that bounced slightly when she walked. She quickly smiled and looked down, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she said “Oh! Sorry" with a small, nervous, puff of breath that was laugh-like, and walked past him. Apart from one quick flick upwards, she avoided eye contact.

He inhaled quietly as she passed and caught a whiff of her hair when it swished, burnt- like she straightened it a lot and smelling like the inside of a hair salon.

Sweet.

Her perfume wasn't strong; it was very faint but sweet like her hair.

She wore a black mini-skirt that emphasized the shape of her voluptuous butt and hips, teasing him with a view of her thighs. He turned around to watch her walk away and noticed her light pink bra strap causing a faint red mark on her shoulder. She had on an off-the-shoulder hoodie and all of her jewelry was silver. When she reached up to tuck hair behind her ear, he noticed that her nails were painted a shiny light pink.

Jo. She was the daughter of a multi-billionaire tech-mogul. He and Lemon were being paid to protect her and escort her back home. After her dad had heard whispers of kidnapping threats while his daughter had been visiting a friend in Japan, he'd called the Fruits immediately. Lemon had gruffly introduced themselves and ordered that on the train ride back she was to pretend like she didn't know either of them and text them if she ran into any trouble. She'd been doing a pretty good job. It was Tangerine who was going to mess things up.

Tangerine dragged his eyes away from her before a passenger caught him looking. He walked back slowly to his seat in his train car in the opposite direction of the girl, his eyes alert and scanning the tops of the heads of each passenger seated on the train, watching for threats subconsciously, eyes automatically going left, right, left, right, his breath coming slowly. Lemon was waiting for him in their seats, looking annoyed and distracted, peering out of the window like a little kid, his hand deep in a bag of chips, searching for salty crumbs. Tangerine collapsed into his seat with a sigh and threw his head back so it violently hit the seat back. You can't knock your thoughts out of your head, you idiot, he thought to himself.

1-hour later

Groggy from his nap, Tangerine rubbed his eyes and blinked several times, yawning. He snatched the chip bag from Lemon's lap, who was now also asleep, his head limp and lolling, mouth open, drool dangerously close to spilling from his mouth.

He lifted his head and shook the last few crumbs of Lays into his open mouth. Crunching away and pleased with himself, he tapped his fingers on his thigh, contemplating whether to get out his book or not. Anna Karenina. He sighed again and absent-mindedly leaned against the headrest, his eyes out of focus, his mind somewhere else.

That damn girl.

His breathing grew slower, and his chest warmed with its deepness as he thought of the red stripe her bra strap had left on her shoulder. Licking his lips and shifting in his seat, he exhaled through his mouth.

Her neck in his hand. His tongue in her mouth.

Fuck. Her pretty brown eyes rolling back to showcase whites, lashes fluttering, mascara running.

Only daydreams.

This wasn't like Tangerine, daydreaming over a teenage girl. He couldn't help it though, the way she tilted her chin down and looked up at him with a little smile when he talked to her. Obviously, the smiles were only out of politeness but he couldn't help but wish they were more. Maybe in another reality where I'm not almost double her age.

When her dad had called, he demanded they collect her as soon as possible from her friend's house and take her home on the earliest available train. Unfortunately, while they easily completed the first directive, the second proved a bit trickier, given that the trains were sold out for two days. They stayed in a cold concrete-and-rusted-metal warehouse in the outskirts of Osaka, which had been fine apart from the fact that he had to watch her figure toss, turn, and softly moan in the middle of the night from across the dark room. Lemon had always been a deep sleeper, but Tangerine awoke at the slightest disturbances.

The soft sounds of someone touching themselves counted as a disturbance.

Tangerine glanced over at Lemon. Still fast asleep, drool now glistening in a strand dangling from his mouth. Slowly, he rose from the seat, careful not to wake his seatmate, and left their compartment. His plan was to walk past Jo's compartment and simply check if she was okay. They'd been sure to buy out the whole compartment so she'd avoid all potential danger. It was a quick walk, maybe two minutes, but his heart rate increasing made it feel longer. He hated that he felt anticipation to see her.

He stopped in his tracks and clenched his fists out of reflex when he saw a man in the compartment with her, his face hot and body tense. He stood in place for a moment, watching the man's back and watching as Jo's mouth opened with a laugh. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back gently, smiling delicately at the man afterwards.

Tangerine marched in.

Jo looked at him in surprise with wide eyes from her seat. The man turned around, still smiling. He looked to be around her age, possibly in college, and he wore the uniform of a train attendant.

"Can I help you sir?" he asked in a pleasant enough voice, not looking too flustered.

"No." Tangerine narrowed his eyes at him but quickly flicked them back to Jo. He couldn't help it that they softened slightly. "I need to talk to you, Jo."

She stood up slowly, visibly confused, but followed- not before shooting the attendant an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, I'll be back soon. I promise I'll pay for those peanuts!" she jokingly laughed.

Tangerine waited for her to exit the compartment before shooting the attendant another frosty look and shutting the door behind them.

The burnt sugar scent of her hair enveloped Tangerine as he roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her into a luggage storage room, glancing left and right to make sure no one saw them. He could feel the heat of her body through her sleeve and quickly released his hand as if burned.

The room was dark and loud with thin walls and bouncing luggage.

"What was that about?" she demanded, stepping away from him. A light blush coloured her cheeks. She blinked quickly, making fleeting eye contact once before licking her lips and directing her eyes down to her charm bracelet where she fiddled with a silver snowflake. "I thought we were supposed to stay away from each other."

Tangerine quickly came up with an answer, clearing his throat: "We're getting off a stop earlier and flying home from there, not Tokyo."

"That's what you had to tell me? You could've just texted that, you didn't have to come find me." She laughed lightly, still vaguely confused and annoyed, the corners of her eyes crinkling warmly again as they did earlier when she'd almost run into him after exiting the bathroom.

A smile twisted her lips and his eyes immediately flicked down to them. He noticed how soft they looked, and slightly shiny like she'd just applied lip balm. He wondered what flavour. Cherry? Strawberry?

"Tangerine?" She looked slightly worried, tilting her head to look at him. He realized he hadn't answered her.

"We thought it would be better to tell you in person. Be sure you got the memo."

"Okay then." She laughed softly again, furrowing her brows slightly with confusion, and picked at a piece of chipped nail polish.

She shook her head and was about to turn away and walk through the door to return to her compartment when he grabbed her shoulder- the uncovered one. He froze and let his hand rest on her hot, bare skin. So soft.

Startled, she turned around and met his gaze. He cleared his throat again. He stepped closer, his heart beating in his chest so loudly he feared she could hear it. She stayed where she was, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. They were so close now, he could feel her hot breath on his face. It was sweet and he breathed it in, crotch pulsing.

She'd never been this nervous in her life.

Anticipation and adrenaline coursed through her veins, part of her blood now as she stared into Tangerine's blue eyes and felt his large hand gripping her bare shoulder. His calluses scratched her skin.

She'd never dreamed this would happen.

Well, that was untrue. Ever since laying eyes on him when he and Lemon came to collect her from her friend Sasha's house, she'd dreamed about it, but she never believed the late-night fantasies would come true. She'd lay, cold, on the warehouse mattress reeking of mildew and circle her clit while dreaming of Tangerine, yes, but him actually touching her skin while they were alone in a dark room?

Their eyes met and it felt like the world stopped for a moment, holding its breath.

His heavy body suddenly crashed against hers, pinning her to the wall. She felt as he clenched and unclenched his stomach with each heaving breath he took. In, and out. In, and out. His arms were above her head, forearms pressed forcefully against the wall. She met his eyes and they looked ravenous.

She draped her hands around his strong neck as their lips met so hard she tasted the salty tang of blood, unsure and uncaring of whether it was hers or his. She felt his tongue lick her teeth, warm and wet and soft, and moaned into his open mouth, her knees buckling slightly.

He broke their kiss to lick a strip up her neck.

“I know you want me inside you.” He whispered, his mouth so close to her ear that it made goosebumps flare up her neck. One of his hands had slipped behind her and under her hoodie. He was trailing his fingertips up and down the warm, arched line of her spine.

She shivered, digging her nails into the base of his neck. His body felt heavy; it was crushing her against the wall. He was so much bigger than she was.

When he lowered his head and pressed his lips onto her neck, sucking on a spot below her gaping jaw, she let go of any tension she was holding onto, fully giving herself to Tangerine.

“That’s right, just like that,” he murmured into the crook of her neck as she relaxed, moving both hands down to grip her hips tightly, fingertips digging into her skin. Bruises would soon flower from his thumbprints.

“Shit,” she softly breathed the word into the cold, dark atmosphere around them, quiet like a prayer, strained with desire.

She felt his bulge through his navy suit pants, pressing into her through blue fabric and boxers, and squirmingly pressed her thighs together. Arousal pooled steadily in her panties with each clench of his hands on her hips and wet kiss on her neck. She’d never experienced the touch of a man like this.

A gasp escaped her lips when Tangerine started to roll her skirt up her thighs, his hands large and cold on her soft, sensitive skin. He paused, eyebrows crinkling slightly in concern.

“Is that okay?”

Jo nodded ‘yes’ desperately, her pussy throbbing and heart pounding. All common sense was gone from her mind. She swallowed harshly, her mouth dry from anticipation, and began to try to take off her hoodie, sleeves first.

Tangerine chuckled, helping her tug it over her head. “Eager one, aren’t you.”

Without her hoodie on, her breasts were spilling out of her slightly too-tight bra, left puffy areola and nipple fully visible, peeking over her pink lace cups.

Embarrassment burned her cheeks slightly at his words, and she looked down, suddenly self-conscious of her barely-clothed state, ruddy cheeks, and wildly mussed hair in comparison with his three-piece suit, cool composure, and hair gel.

Tangerine noticed the change in her disposition and gently rubbed his thumb over her chin, smiling slightly and tilting her face upwards, towards his. “That’s perfect, though. I’ve always liked little sluts.” His soft tone didn’t match the boldness of his words, and they didn’t immediately register with Jo.

“What did you-?”

“I said I like little sluts.” His eyes hardened slightly as he interrupted her, glinting with a new light Jo hadn’t seen before. His right hand slid down to her neck from her chin, gripping her throat almost uncomfortably tightly. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing against his palm. Her eyes felt slightly wet when she met his narrowed blue ones, squinting down at her with a smirk. “And that’s just what you are. My little slut.”

Jo’s vision blurred slightly as his grip around her windpipe tightened, but she managed to let out a stuttered, breathy moan as his free left hand reached under the fold of her skirt to feel her pussy through her panties, their pale pink colour now darkened, soiled, and moist near her core- the exact location Tangerine caressed with his middle finger, stroking softly.

The wet cotton fabric served as a barrier between Jo’s pink folds and Tangerine’s singular, cold finger yet she was still easily stimulated by the unexpected contact and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t help but grind against his finger, desperate for more- more speed, more of him.

“Please, Tan, please-”

“Please, what?” His whisper of a question was posed mere centimetres away from her ear. “Use your words.”

Jo whimpered in desperation when he hooked his finger around the fabric of her panties, pulling them aside to reveal her raw, wet pussy to the cold air of the room.

“Use your words, princess.” He repeated, squeezing her throat and stretching the fabric of her panties even more. “And look at me.”

She took a deep breath and slowly met his gaze, licking her lips as she did so. “I want you inside of me, please.”

Tangerine smirked. “Well, why didn’t you just say so earlier?”

Jo let out a gasp as he suddenly plunged a finger deep into her core, deeper than she’d ever dared to go. “Oh god,” she breathed, when in a moment of mercy he loosened his grasp on her throat and allowed her to sink into his chest, breathing in his cologne while her eyes nearly rolled back with newfound pleasure.

He thrust his finger in and out of her slowly, watching with satisfaction as expressions washed over her face like waves.

A tight knot coiled itself in the clenched pit of her stomach, steadily winding tighter with each second.

Jo clutched the front of his suit and whimpered into his chest when he added a second finger into her slick hole. “Just one,” she begged, “I can’t take two,” but her pleads dissolved into panting as Tangerine, unheeding, pumped and curled both of his large fingers inside her, brushing depths previously unimaginable.

“You’re such a pretty little slut for me, taking me so well.” Tangerine’s words caused Jo’s walls to tighten around his fingers, and she moaned, biting into his shoulder when he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Yeah you like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck, Tan, I think I’m gonna come soon,” Jo gasped, thrusting her hips in rhythm with his fingers.

“No, you’ll come when I tell you to and only then.” Tangerine grabbed her neck once again, his grip the tightest it had been, and shoved her roughly against the wall, his fingers never once faltering in their merciless rhythm- about 3 pumps per word he spoke. “Understood?”

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and her mascara was starting to run, black streams streaking down her cheeks. She opened and closed her mouth, desperately trying to speak, but Tangerine was choking her so hard she couldn’t talk.

“You better answer my question before I destroy that virgin pussy of yours.” He used his thumb to rapidly rub small circles on Jo’s swollen, puffy clit, his face only a few inches away from hers. “A slut like you would probably enjoy getting the life fucked out of her anyways though,” he mused, tongue running over his white teeth.

Jo’s legs quivered with an incoming orgasm. Tangerine somehow tightened his grip on her throat even more and pushed a third finger into her hot, sopping pussy. Her eyes rolled back to show only whites, her jaw slack, cheeks ruby red. “Yeah that’s right, I’ll stretch you out as much as I want. That pussy’s mine.”

Jo shuddered, her pussy clamping onto his fingers, craving even more inside her. Tangerine grinned in her face, eyes proud. “Hold on for a little longer, then you can come, alright? Answer me.”

He loosened his grip on her throat and she gasped for air, rasping out “Yes.”

He stopped completely, leaving her pussy empty and throbbing, desperate and desirous. “Yes, what?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, pleading.

He still didn’t move.

“Yes, daddy!” she cried out, moaning and begging for him to take her over the edge, writhing to try to reach his fingertips, to relieve the ache in her core.

“That’s right,” He eased all three fingers slowly back into her. “I’m your daddy.” Her stomach tightened with each inch he pressed in. When he’d gotten past the second knuckle on each finger her eyes were scrunched closed, her brow was furrowed, and she cried out with each furious pump of his fingers. Wet, pornographic squelching and loud moans filled the luggage storage room.

“Please, daddy, please let me come,” Jo begged, grinding her hips into his merciless thrusting hand.

Tangerine gave no response for several seconds, he simply observed the salty beads of sweat collecting on her knit brow, the clenching of her stomach muscles, and the ‘O’ shape of her mouth with a small smile on his face. Then, finally, he chose to relieve her.

“Come for me, princess.”

The four words sent Jo over the edge into writhing, spurting, wet bliss. The knot in her stomach released with her panting and spine-arching and pounding heartbeat as her first orgasm washed over her body. Tangerine continued to pump in and out of her pussy, his thumb drawing patterns on her clit, until she rode out her high completely, gripping a fistful of his shirt in her shaking hand, his lips peppering her hot cheeks with soft kisses.

Minutes later, all that was left in the room was rattling luggage and a subtle, lingering scent of something sweet and burnt, like sugar, like straightened hair, like Jo.

crossposted on AO3 🤍

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