Jon Snow Imagines

The Northern Lover

"My brothers are watching you again." Sansa said as you held the bottom of her skirt out of the puddles.

"They always do that." You mumble to yourself but she chuckles and shakes her head.

"They desire you, Robb thinks he'd have a better chance." Sansa hummed as you led her through the halls to Winterfell's main dining room.

"Well... they're foolish." You say to yourself as she left you to join her family.

You jumped and pressed your hands to your mouth, attempting to stifle a scream, when someone placed a large hand on your shoulder. You turned to find a rather wide eyed and startled Jon with his hand still outstretched.

"Jon!" You hissed although a slight chuckle tainted your voice.

"Sorry... it was not my intent to startle you." He mumbled and shuffled his feet.

"It is fine." You say back as he trails after you.

The two of you silently walked through the corridors until Jon grabbed you by the waist, turning you and pressing you against the near wall all in one fluid movement. For a moment the two of you were breathing heavily, looking at the other with curious intuition before he let you slowly pull him down to kiss you by the front of his shirt.

His hands gently tangled into your hair, his heart pounding so heard you could practically feel it due to how close you were. Before anything else could happen someone cleared their throat and you pulled away blushing when a furious looking Robb glared at his brother while Theon stood behind him and attempted not to laugh.

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Arya's sword flashed in the sunlight and you clapped from your spot above her, you'd balanced yourself on one of the high passageways, Sansa had no need for you so she'd told you to enjoy yourself.

"Should you not be trailing after my little sister?" Robb hummed as he came to a stop next to you.

His roughly worked fingers skimmed the part of your leg your perch on the wall had exposed before pulling your dress down with a smirk.

"It is none of your business where I go." You huffed, hiding the smile his chuckle brought to your face.

"No... as a man I think it is, after all we wouldn't want just anyone to help take care of those urges." He winked and left you blushing and stuttering for something rude and flippant to say.

"Your vulgarity is outshined by only the Bolton's." You say quickly, hopping down encase Robb's playfulness encouraged him to capture you.

"Such a brave thing to say, perhaps I touch like a Bolton man." Robb hummed with a wide smile as he easily caught you.

His arms encased you and several small kisses dusted your lips and jawline as he made his way to the spot behind you ear, sucking a small bruise into your skin as he lifted you off your feet, his eyes becoming heavy and lidded when he set you down.

"Perhaps you like vulgarity." Robb teased as he whispered in your ear and left you stood alone and a little dazed.

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The door to your small bedroom creaked open, the dim moonlight hiding who ever ways in your room. For a moment you wondered if Sansa had a bad dream and wanted to stay with you, or perhaps Rickon was scared of the noisy woods and needed to be settle back to sleep.

"Who is there?" You whispered nervously.

"I should stop scaring you." John chuckled as he pushed your door to and shuffled toward you.

"Jon... I was not scared." You smile when he nods and seems relived. "Can I help you?"

"No... I was going to sneak in hear and uh... but... perhaps I should just leave." Jon's fluster had him almost tripping over himself and you hand to hurry over to him, placing your hands on his chest as he stopped.

"One day you'll say the wrong thing and get hurt." You giggled making him smile sheepishly.

His lips gently met yours in a sudden kiss and he followed you as he pushed you backward onto your bed. Gentle hands pushed under your night dress and Jon pulled away as he went to pull your dress over your head, wanting to capture every second of you.

"Really Jon get off her." Robb's voice as threatening and dark as he tugged Jon away from you. "We both know you are only in her because of that."

He pointed to the small bruise on your neck and the brothers began to bicker, the tension building until Robb was stood with his sword in hand.

"Pick one of us." Jon begged as he glanced to where you were sat unsure as to what you should do.

"Come on (Y/N) it's not that hard, just pick me." Robb sighed as his sword lowered and made a faint ting when the tip met the cold wooden floor.

"I... please don't make me choose." You whispered to them.

"Would it make you feel better if I gave you this?" Robb asked as he handed you his sword.

"That things almost the same size as you." Jon said, unable to keep in the small laugh that escaped him.

You burst into laughter making the boys exchange looks and frown at you, Jon crouched at your side while Robb sat next to you, waiting for you to say something.

"When I was little the other girls would ask me this very question." You hummed. "I could never make my mind up."

"Then don't." Jon said suddenly.

"Honestly Jon, you'd think if you really wanted her you'd put up more of a fight." Robb mumbled nervously.

"You mean don't choose?" You asked.

"No, both of us... choose us both." Jon waited for Robb to yell at him again but his suggestion seemed to subdue his brother.

You nodded your head and the boys gently moved you to the centre of your bed, they both groaned kisses into your skin as you let your dress be tugged off and soon the night was silent bar the rustle of bed sheets and the occasional moan, stifled by kisses.