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sweet temptations

fandom: bullet train

pairing: tangerine x original female character

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, mentions of masturbation, mild swearing, dubious consent, blood, nsfw, mature themes

rating: 18+

word count: 1.8k

summary: au tangerine and lemon are hired to protect jo, a billionaire's daughter who's receiving kidnapping threats. while on the bullet train, the lines between duty and desire are blurred when jo and tangerine end up alone together in the train's luggage storage room.

Tangerine

The teenage 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 black flared leggings that emphasized the shape of her voluptuous butt. 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. All of her jewelry was silver- large silver hoop earrings with a silver stud in her double piercing, a small "x" necklace and some bracelets on her right wrist- a bangle, a thin chain-link bracelet, and a charm bracelet that tinkled when she walked. The Apple Watch's screen on her left wrist lit up light pink when she reached up to tuck hair behind her ear. Her nails had been 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, he 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 walked, her small smiles. Obviously, they 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.

The way she tilted her chin down and looked up at him with a little smile when he talked to her. 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 hanging 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 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 like 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.

"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?

Her breathless thoughts were interrupted when 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 and his moustache so scratchy 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.

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