NEEDY BABY, PRETTY BABY ⋆⟢
ꫂ᭪݁. SUMMARY. jon snow comes home from a gym session with robb and needs you now.
ꫂ᭪݁. WARNINGS. NSFW. MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected piv sex (do not do that irl. wrap it before you tap it). sub!jon (if that wasn't already obvious). slight dom!reader. some dry humping. begging. teasing. praise. vaginal fingering. riding. creampie.
needy!jon snow who comes home after an exhausting session at the gym with robb and just needs a release.
jon who, upon his arrival at your shared apartment, sets his bag down at the door and immediately searches for you.
jon had been thinking of you the whole time he was out, making himself finish his workout early and dismissing robb's offer of lunch so he could come see you.
and when he sees you sitting on the couch—looking far too beautiful for him to handle right now—lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.
he drags his way over to you on the couch, flopping down almost directly on top of you and nuzzles into your neck. jon pulls your hips into his, searching for any source of reprieve from his ever-growing arousal.
jon glares up at you when you laugh—laugh—at his antics.
"it's not funny" he says, pouting.
"'course it's not" you say, smiling down at him with a knowing look, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. his knees are digging into the couch on either side of your thighs and one of his arms in braced against the back of the couch, keeping him upright. you think the position must be somewhat uncomfortable but jon doesn't seem to notice.
he's far too busy kissing and sucking and loving on your neck to be bothered by the small, pathetic sound that escapes him when you tug slightly on his hair, grinding up into his hips with your own.
"please," he says into your skin, grabbing one of your thighs and rutting back against your core. "fuck, baby—please."
you moan softly and tug jon up, kissing him and locking your legs around his waist. his kiss is messy and uncontrolled and between your legs you can feel how much he wants this, wants you.
jon looks mildly betrayed when you pull away from the kiss because he wasn't done kissing you. your lips are slightly red and swollen and you look so pretty right now and he just wants to kiss you again. "switch."
you huff out a small laugh. "switch positions with me, love."
"oh." he says dumbly, but makes quick work of sliding off of you and to the other couch cushion, spreading his legs expectantly.
you're quick too, making yourself comfortable on his lap. now, jon usually prefers being on top, but with the way you're running your hands down his chest—and the present state of his cock—he doesn't particularly mind right now.
jon's hands make themselves home again at your hips and thighs, running his fingers under the hem of your shorts. but when he leans in to kiss you again, you put two fingers to his mouth and stop him. "tell me what you want first."
his eyebrows furrow and he's pouting again and you're smiling at him again in that teasing way and he thinks maybe you just like being mean to him. "you know what i want."
you quirk an eyebrow at him. "do i?" you lean in and jon thinks he'll finally get to kiss you again but you go to the side instead and start kissing the skin behind his ear. "tell me anyways."
jon's grip on your thigh tightens. "i want you."
your hand in his hair dips down into the neckline of his shirt, your nails scratching slightly at the skin there. "mhm," you hum. you can feel the drying sweat on his back. "to do what?"
and now he knows you just like being mean. "...want you to fuck me."
jon can feel you grin against his neck. you press one last kiss to his neck and lean back. "yeah," you say, and grind your hips down on his groin, making his breath hitch ever so sweetly and his hands shooting up to grab your hips. "i can tell."
jon's glaring up at you and is about to tell you to get on with it, but your hands run under the hem of his gym shorts and one reaches down to stroke him through his boxers.
jon's head is thrown back and his breath is getting increasingly more ragged when you feel the wet spot on the front and draw a circle through the fabric onto his leaking tip.
"stop teasing and just—fuck." he drags his head up and hopes the pleading look he gives you is enough for you to take pity on him.
you shush him softly and lean your forehead against his. "patience, my love." you take your hand away from the front of his boxers and instead rise slightly to remove your own shorts and panties.
jon groans when you seat yourself back onto his lap, bare from the waist down
"do me a favor, would you, pretty?" he's already nodding before you finish your question. you take the hand he originally had on your thigh and move it between your legs, rising again and bracing your hands on the back of the couch to make room for him.
and jon's no idiot; he gathers your slick on two of his fingers, rubbing on your clit several times, before pushing them inside.
you groan at the stretch and turn your face into his hair. he uses his other hand to rub at your clit while slowly scissoring you open.
one thing you've learned from this relationship is that jon is very good with his fingers (and even better with his mouth), so before long he's pulling his fingers out of your stretched hole and you're reaching for his cock again.
you pull him out of his boxers and stroke him several times, spreading the pre down his length. jon must think you're taking too long, though, because he uses the same fingers that were just inside you—that are still slick with your wetness—and starts stroking himself as well.
jon moans openly at the feeling of his hand and yours on his cock. "shit, baby."
you stop the movement of your hand and position yourself above him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his lips and angling his cock against your hole and slowly, you push yourself onto him.
you're moaning and jon's practically whining into the kiss as one of his arms wraps around your lower back, holding you steady, as you sink down even further.
your hands have moved to steady yourself on his shoulders by the time you've bottom out on his cock, breathing hard and clinging to jon's figure.
you lean back and jon, himself, looks...
"so pretty." you kiss his temple and caress the side of his face. jon's hair is tangled and at any other time he'd be rushing to fix it. his eyes are half-lidded and his brows furrowed as he takes slow breaths in and out. and jon usually hates being called pretty, to be reduced to his looks instead of his mind, but he doesn't even try to suppress the whine he lets out when you say it. "you're always so pretty for me."
he's holding you flush against him, head against your shoulder and mouth to the space between it and your neck. and jon's usually good at keeping his cool around you, but you can tell he's getting impatient. one of his hands has moved to grope your chest through your (his) shirt and you can feel his thighs twitching underneath you.
you lick your lips and inhale before gripping his shoulders and lifting yourself slightly off of his length before promptly dropping back down.
jon groans and swears, his other hand grabbing at the fat of your hips. "more."
you rock your hips before moving up again, higher on his cock, and drop down again. and again. and again. and when you clench down, jon's hand shoots down to your ass.
and fuck him you do. you ride him while his groans grow louder and stop sounding less like groans and more like whines. your cunt is gripping him like a vice and you look so pretty above him and you sound so pretty above him and his cock is twitching inside your squelching pussy and he's close, so close now and, and—you fucking stop.
"no!" he growls, glaring at you and grabbing your hips. and when you plant yourself against him, not letting him move your body like he wants, he starts humping his hips up into you—anything to get the release he so desperately needs.
you push a hand against his chest. "jon," you say breathlessly, but he doesn't seem to hear you. "jon."
"what?" he snaps. his eyes latch onto yours and he feels suddenly embarrassed, acting like a dog in heat. he slows his hips to a standstill and feels his face flush under your gaze.
you lick your lips and trace a finger along his jaw. "did you miss me that much?"
he doesn't even need to think about it. "yes. so much." he swallows down a gulp of air. "please—please, i'm so close—"
"yeah?" he looks up at you with pleading eyes, waiting, patient but not really, and expectant.
you look at him for a moment, taking in his features before clenching down on him again and saying, "take what you want."
jon swears he could've cried. "fuck—thank you." his hips have already started moving again. "yes, please, please—hah—thank you." he doesn't even need you to move, just lets you sit there and look pretty while he humps his way to a release.
he's whining again and you know he's close.
you begin moving your hips to meet his thrusts. "you gonna come for me?"
jon has to physically make himself respond to you. "yes." and fuck, he's right there, he just needs one more push.
you whisper, "be a good boy and come for me, then."
jon makes a sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan as he spills inside you, thrusts coming to a stop as your hips continue to fuck them through it.
he's breathing hard and still whispering small yes's and thank you's into your skin as you feel his cum seep down and out onto your thighs.
his arms enclose around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer as he comes down from his high, feeling suddenly very exhausted.
your fingers are carding through his hair and he thinks you're saying something, but jon doesn't even have the chance to respond or pull out of you before sleeps overcomes his senses.
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