Game of Thrones one shots / preferences

Jon Snow X Reader - Pt.2 - (The Bastards)

TW - Smut

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You led the man up to the cozy attic room, dust fluffing from the floorboards with every step. Taking his hand in yours, you gently pull him into the room and shut the door behind you. He nervously looks around, as if worried it's a trap or an ambush.

"You really are nervous aren't you?" You laugh, looking up at the man's face. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, but now wasn't the time for thinking.

Gesturing to the bed, you say "Sit down then."

Snow hesitantly sat on the very edge of the straw filled bed, his face turning as red as a beetroot. You kneel before him and his face turns redder still. Gently, you unlace the front of his black breeches, and he pulls them down.

He was already fully erect, his cock bouncing slightly from the bite of the cold air in the room. You part his legs and lean forwards, taking him in your mouth.

Jon moaned softly, as though he was scared to be heard. You laughed internally, continuing to work his cock with your mouth.

"Stop please just for a second" Snow whispered, panting.

"Are you okay, Snow?" You panicked, worrying he was unhappy.

His immediate smile allayed your concerns immediately as he spoke - "I am, I just don't want this to end so soon."

You catch his meaning and stand up, leaning down to kiss him passionately. Pushing him back on the bed, you lift your skirts and straddle him. Rotating your hips, you guide his throbbing cock inside you, a slight resistance present due to his considerable size.

"Gods, you're a big man you are Snow." You moan, slowly beginning to grind backwards and forwards on him. His hands hungrily paw at your breasts, ripping open your blouse to expose them. He pulls you down against his chest and places one in his mouth, bucking his hips in pace with your grinding.

You both begin to pick up pace, moving in a perfect and blissful rhythm until moments later his breathing begins to grow ragged. You could tell he was close, and sped up still, taking him by the jaw and kissing him as he finished inside of you. The throbbing of his cock felt narcotic, as did the warmth that spread in you.

Removing yourself from his hips you get up and stand by the bed next to him, the laying man looking slightly dazed and very exhausted.

"Why don't you get some rest and maybe reconsider taking the black, eh?" You whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek and going back down to finish your drink.