Tangerine (Bullet Train) x Reader one shots

'Atta Girl' - f!Reader (18+)

Rating: 18+ (semi-public smut, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, profanity)

Summary: Tangerine fingers f!reader in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant. Featuring lots of Tangerine's use of pet names and encouragement.

'Mind and keep quiet if you don't wanna get caught, love. Because you know I couldn't really give a fuck if we do or not.'

'You're not making that easy!' You replied with a shaky breath.

Tangerine chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the mess he was making of you. Few things got him off quite like having you stood on shaky legs with his fingers nestled between your thighs in a place like this.

Thankfully the bathroom had been empty since you slipped away with him and slammed the stall door closed, his lips on your neck and your fingers entwining with strands of his dark hair. Someone could still walk in at any moment. The bathroom wasn't even especially far from the restaurant's bustling floor. Sound seemed to carry well in there too from the marble tiles to the soaring ceiling. Tangerine's dress shoes had clicked loudly as he ushered you into that stall.

You had to at least try and keep quiet but he never made that easy.

'Sorry, love.' He responded like a man who absolutely was not sorry for any of this. You had outright asked for this but had wrongly presumed he'd make you wait until you got home to his place. It was easy to forget Tangerine was compulsive enough to finger you in a restaurant bathroom. 'The worst that can happen is someone walks in and then you'll really have to keep quiet. So for now just relax and enjoy it, yeah?'

You knew he had you. One thing about Tangerine is that he always makes sure to support your body and keep you close. So you decided to relax and trust that he had you, as he always did.

'That's it. Atta girl.' He praised when you relaxed in his hold.

He liked watching your face as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, as he curled them to make your thighs quiver and shake. When you flung your head back against the wall of the bathroom stall it was like dangling a carrot on a string, your neck was just begging to be kissed. So he pressed his lips to it. The soft prickle along your neck from the hair upon his upper lip made you gasp.

'I wish we were home right now so I could fuck you good and proper. You'd like that wouldn't you?' He mumbled against your skin and you groaned at the thought. 'We wouldn't even make it to the bedroom, love. I'd have you sprawled out on the fucking dining room table with your dress still on and all.'

He loved the way sweat gathered and glistened on your sweet skin, the sheer desperation for release that laced your every movement, your every half-swallowed cry.

'God, look at you.' He admired, his voice barely above a whisper. 'Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now?'

Your clit pulsed beneath his thumb as he pressed down on it in smooth circles. His pace was steady and thorough enough that you cried out so loud he had to kiss you to muffle the sound.

'Careful.' He warned. 'As much as I love the sound of your pretty voice we don't want to cut this short now do we?'

You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and waistcoat until your fingers cramped; Anything in a bid to relieve tension as he flexed his fingers inside of you so deliciously. It made him want to ravish you, to wrap your legs around his waist and have you right against the stall.

'I'm close!' Your voice wavered. The pace of his fingers sent heat down your back, pooling in your stomach like white-hot amber. Your entire body tensed. Your breath fell so heavy and quick.

'You gonna come for me? Come on now, I know it's gonna be beautiful.'

So you let the floodgates open.

He kept up the pace of his fingers even as you buried your head in his shoulder to muffle yourself, to keep your voice from bouncing off the walls. You barely even registered that he was praising you until you felt his lips on your forehead and the fullness dissipating along with his fingers from within you.

'You alright, gorgeous?' He asked with a gentle gaze and the softest touch to your cheek. 'You did so well.'

You nodded and still held onto him as you caught your breath and your limbs softened. Tangerine was in no mood to rush your recovery. Instead, he took to smoothing your dress back down for you before pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. His clothes were just as much of a mess as yours were from your clawing at them but he couldn't bring himself to care.

'Do you think our food's gone cold?' You questioned once your breath evened.

'It most certainly has, I reckon.' He replied with a laugh.