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saintmsry · 5 months

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"Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?"

Jack Whitman x Fem Reader.

Summary: You go on an impromptu trip to India via train despite your family's detests and meet a man that catches your eye.

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Bathroom quickie, vaginal sex, pantie stealing, thigh kissing, soft Mdom,(very soft mdom) aftercare, (of course!!!) the lack of protection (wrap it up!!)

word count: 1,998

As I try to get settled on the train, named the Darjeeling limited, on its way to india i look around your surroundings. I look around to see people talking, mouthwatering desserts, and beautiful skies. The sun is hitting the windows perfectly, I can feel it radiating on to the nape of my neck.

Before I left, I tried my best to explain to my family why exactly I was leaving to explore India. They didn't understand why i needed to go, and to go alone, without a determined time frame of when i was coming home if ever. I have gotten so many speeches on why your impromptu trip was ‘immature’ it was of me and how i ‘know better.' I took all the flying insults and proclivities and put them in my back pocket to think about later when I was alone and finally had the time to think coherent thoughts.

The trip was so impromptu that I didn't have the time to save up for anything but the train ride. Snacks are piled high in a small purse, so I don't go hungry. The little crinkles of the bags of chips and gas station pastries put a bullseye on me for judgmental stares and eyerolls.

I look around and look back into the eyes that are staring down at me. I memorized their eye colors and how their necks wrinkled when they turned them around to look at me. I had nicknames for them based on the clothes they were wearing and how subtle they were when they wanted to stare at strangers.

A band of what I assume were brothers caught my eye. The way they looked at each other and the pitch they used when berating each other gave it away. The leader of the group, whom I presume is the oldest, looked to be pretty roughed up. His head was wrapped in a bandage with a few band-aids littering his bruised face. The aura of the oldest was very self-assured. I noticed when he talked, he was missing a tooth. I felt bad for the man, but from what I can tell, he could give less of a shit that he was injured because what elaborate plan, he is conjuring up is much more important than a few cuts and bruises.

The middle brother, who was adorned in sunglasses, sat there listening to his brother not wanting to entertain his antics. Although he and his brother are the same height, he sat up taller and had an attitude that made him seem much taller than his older brother. The taller one looked at his other brother, who was much shorter and much more disinterested in what the oldest was planning, from time to time with annoyance.

Midway through analyzing these men's body language and trying to picture what burdens were holding them down, I took full notice of the youngest brother. He looked over at me and gave me a sly smirk. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight. A cigarette hung from his soft lips. He had a mustache that was perfectly groomed, that told me everything I needed to know.

I could tell he was the type to care deeply about things. The man seemed like the sensitive type. I can imagine him rereading books and vinyl records littering the ground of his room. I wondered how his hands would feel brushing through my hair and the kind of poetry he found romantic. I wanted to know what music he listened to when he was sad, or what music he listened to and saw a future of slow dancing in kitchens. I got one glance out of him, and I already needed to know him in a deep and intimate way.

Just like the man wrapped in bandages, I had an elaborate plan. I got up from my seat, flattened my skirt, and walked right past him to the restroom. I needed him to see me up close, to see how my hips sway, and hear the soft taps of my shoes. Before I opened the door, I turned to him and gave him his smirk back. All I did there was fluff my hair and fix my dark red lipstick. I made sure my vest was clean of crumbs along with the corners of my mouth, then I washed my hands so people don't think I'm nasty for not. I walked out to find him gone. My body melted a little bit. Did he find my attempt at flirting too much? Did I run him off? Was that smirk not for me?

I walk back to my seat with a frog in my throat. I tried to hold it all back, until I saw him in the seat next to mine. I perked up, maybe a bit too much. I straightened my posture and sat back in my seat, flatting my skirt under me.

I gave him a soft “hi.” maybe too soft of one, it embarrassed me how quietly i said it so looked down at my lap until he spoke up.

“Do you like Kafka? I saw it poking out of our bag”

My head pokes up, “yeah—I do, i actually adore his writing. Do—do you like Kafka?”

He lights a cigarette, inhales, and blows smoke away from me. “Yes. why are you here?”

“I wish I knew. I did it to do it. Why are you here?”

“My brother dragged me here—Something about family bonding.”

“I could have guessed.”

He told me his name was Jack Whitman. We sat there talking for the whole night. He told me about his parents and this girl he dated back in Paris. I told him about how my family reacted before I left and about the analyses I made on the train. I read him my writings and read me his. I learned we both like Peter Sarstedt and philosophical conversations. It hit nighttime too quickly and I said my goodnights before I settled into my bunk.

I tossed and turned as I stayed up with the thoughts of only jack. I finally thought of getting up and going to find him. I slid the door open to see him outside of my door.

“Meet me in the restroom.” I stood there frozen in a mix of disbelief and excitement as he walked away to our meeting spot. I did a quick run to my bag by the mirror to get one good spritz of my favorite perfume and to fluff my hair.

I nervously made my way to the door; I didn't even get to knock on it before he pulled me and enveloped me in a deep kiss. It was passionate, but he made sure not to be too rough or too sloppy. He tasted like cigarettes and coffee, which only fueled my arousal. He held me close with one arm around my waist and the other on my upper back. My hands happily explored his hair. I played with the soft hair that fell on his face, I pushed it back for him for more skin for me to touch. Jack's hands, eager to feel more of me, plays with the hem of the shirt I wore to bed. His palms lay flat on my hips, guiding them to collide with his.

As my arousal peaks, my grip on his hair tightens. The harder I grab, the harder he grinds into me. We exchange little gasps of pleasure into one another's mouths. The feeling of him against me makes my knees weak. I tuck my head into the curve of his neck as he attacks the curve of mine. I try my best to stay quiet and not to wake the other passengers on the train. Jack notices my knees are becoming weaker and weaker, to which he grabs my hips and lifts me to sit on the sink counter.

His mouth explores me further. I begin to lift my shirt over my head but only for him to push my hands away and lift it for me. His hands roam my hips and brushes over my hardened nipples. I arch my back into him to quietly encourage his exploration. He stifles a laugh at my eagerness to being touched. His head dips down to kiss my inner thighs. Jack holds me delicately. In between my heavy breathing, i let out a little moans. They grow louder as every second passes and my arousal builds up.

He looks up at me with blown out pupils and wet lips. “I love hearing you, but your gonna have to be quiet for me, darling.” his fingers hook around the waist of my shorts. “We would want anyone to hear what where doing, now would we?”

Jack takes off my shorts and pockets my panties. I smirk at this. I find it incredibly hot that he wants a souvenir to remember this moment. I look down at his cock as he slides into me. He guides my head up. “Look at me as I fuck you.”

When he bottomed out in me, he made sure i had time to adjust to his size. He mouthed out “ready?” and I nodded out yes. He starts out slowly. Our bodies collided making a soft slapping sound. Jacks hand slides from my hip, up my torso, to my neck, and gripping my cheeks. He held my face in place to make sure I was looking at him as he speeds up his pace. My mouth hangs open and my eyes tighten shut.

“You look so beautiful, now keep your eyes open for me, pretty girl.” His hand moves from my face to push the hair from my eyes. He softly caresses my cheek and lays a soft kiss on my temple before placing his hand on the mirror behind me for balance. I grind my hips into his. I can feel that white hot sensation building up deliciously in my stomach.

“Jack---don't stop. I'm so fucking close.”

He dips his fingers in my mouth for me to suck. When he took them out, he used my spit on his fingers to rub my clit to push me to orgasm. I could tell he actually knew how women worked. The bundle in my stomach snapped as I came. It was just the feeling of him rubbing my clit that made me cum, it was the fact he used my own spit that set me off.

As I was coming down, I realized we had cum together. I found it entirely endearing that my orgasm set off his. I think we are eternally bonded because of that.

He put his pants back on and when he came back, I laid my head on his chest, breathing in his scent. Jack brushes down my hair with fingers and kisses the crown of my head. He stayed there drawing hearts with his fingers on my back. Even though this was just a quickie, he made sure I had some sort of aftercare. He didn't speak a peep about getting dressed and leaving the restroom until I did.

“We should probably go back.” i said looking up at him.

“We don't have to if you aren't ready yet.”

I smile at his consideration. “I'll be fine. ----I promises.”

He smiled and mouthed okay before helping me down and getting me dressed, keeping my panties. When he opened the door, he made sure to look around to make sure no one was there. We walked out of the room in hurry and giggling. When he dropped me off by my door, I gave him a kiss goodnight and wished him sweet dreams. I closed the door and smiled to myself. The sleep I got that night was the best sleep I have ever had.

As for jack, his brothers knew what he did just by the dumb smile he had when he came back.

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