Marshi

Warning: Explicit sexual content: reader is afab, smut, first time writing smut, pussy licking, oral sex(reader receiving) l, finger penetration, physical violence (slapping/hitting), intense emotional conflict/anger,

DISCLAIMER: This is explicit sexual content so MDNI

You entered with a slam of the door. The burn behind your eyes was visible;

“What the hell, Jon?” You hissed through you teeth, saying you are angry would be an understatement. Your blood burned underneath your skin. Just a few minutes ago, Robb had told you that Jon has decided to join the Night’s Watch. To take the oath, and so you waisted no time in finding him.

Jon didn't even look at you; you didn't know if it was because of guilt, shame, or whatever was going on in his head.

“Won't you say something?” You sapt at him

“Tell you what?” He still didn't look at you, but you could hear the tightening in his voice. Your heart ached, but the burn was stronger. You crossed the space between you before you could stop yourself. You were already feeling the tingling sensation in your hand. Did you just hit him? His quickly reddening cheek was proof enough.

“Tell me, Jon, when were you planning to tell me you were joining the Night’s Watch?” Now he looked at you, really looked at you.

“I wasn't.” his voice was rasped your hand itched again, but you didn't hit him this time, mostly because of yourself; your hand still hurts from the last time.

“Why?” instead you asked even though deep down you knew the answer. He thought he wasn't worthy enough for you. He thought that a bastard could never have the love you two share.

Before he could even answer, you were already colliding your lips with him. You thought he would push you away, but you were surprised when, instead, he leaned in. The kiss wasn't tender, but sloppy, wet, and hungry. Your knees felt soft like you were going to melt, and Jon sensed that. He picked you up, placing you on his stiff leather bed; your legs immediately wrapped around his waist.

"I didn't know how to tell you," he finally spoke braking the kiss. Your heart tempered, looking at him, you could see the guilt written all over his face, but you could also see the hunger. Hunger for something more.

"Don't you love me anymore?" I looked him straight in the eyes, this wasn't question but more of a challenge. You knew he loved you the same way you loved him.

"That's the problem, I love you too much." He said, refusing to look at you.

"Then show me."

He cupped your jaw, kissing you, your lips soft against his harsher one. This time the kiss was slower, more tender, but there was still hunger, desire behind it. Soon, the kisses moved from your lips to your neck, kissing, licking, biting, you were sure it was going to leave a mark. This made your stomach tingle. Leaving a mark meant it was really and not just you imagination.

He slowly unbuttoned your long dress, leaving your breasts bare in front of his eyes. He stopped leaving love marks on your neck and instead nuzzled in between your chest. His two hands massaging your thighs while sucking and biting on your now hard nipples, you couldn't help but moan.

"What's that? Do I make you wet, princess?" His finger was now brushing your hot, wet pussy lips. The only thing you could do was nod, but that didn't seem to please Jon.

"Come on, princess, use your words." As he said that, he shoved one of his fingers in you and thaen quickly after that he added a second. You felt dizzy from pleasure. This was the first time someone had ever touched you like that.

"Y-yes." I moaned a half answer. The pleasure inside of you stronger than ever before.

"Yes, what? Come on, use your words, or I will leave you like that, wet and unsatisfied." He threatened, still not pleased with your answer.

"Yes, you make me wet." That was enough for him as he buried his tongue in between your heat, your pulse quickened as he teased your clit with his tongue. You couldn't help but grind against his face. You felt the climax approaching quickly; your legs began to shake, your mouth hung agape. You could feel his tongue pushing in and out of you. Your legs twitched, and your body spasmed as you moaned before the orgasm hit you, leaving you dizzy with pleasure. It felt amazing, no one had ever made you feel this way, not that there was anyone that could expect for Jon Snow.

Trigger Warnings: incestuous themes, taboo attraction between siblings(cusions), emotional/psychological distress, morally complex relationships

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that explores complex and taboo emotional dynamics. It does not promote or condone harmful or inappropriate relationships. Dead dove do not eat.

You aren't sure when all of this started. At first, it was just stolen glances you’d look at him when you thought he wasn't looking, and he’d look at you when he thought you weren't looking. When, by accident, your eyes met, you’d both turn around as the simple eye contact burned you.

You tried to convince yourself that you were imagining it. You loved Jon, of course you did, but only as a sister should love her brother, or at least that what you told yourself when you were awake at night, trying to rationalise what you felt. But deep down, you knew it wasn't just simple sisterly love, it was something more, something deeper, something that made you sick in the stomach but also burned like fire underneath your skin.