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Jon Snow // Battle Of The Basterds

The battle’s outcome was worse than anyone could’ve predicted.

Bodies of those who had fallen were your only company as you furiously stormed towards Winterfell.

You didn’t know who won. You were knocked down at a time where Jon was losing badly making you assume it remained that way.

You knew that if Jon had lost- he would be dead by now and as heartbreaking as that was, you weren’t upset. You were fuelled by rage.

Vengeful plans circled your mind as you turned your walk into a jog, the walls of the Castle coming into sight. You had been non stop for hours. Running on fumes caused by thoughts of Ramsay Bolton.

Ramsay- The animal who r***d Sansa. The bastard that potentially killed your true love. The man that would beg for his life as you skinned him alive.

You were not scared. You were pissed and ready to die for who you believed in.

Getting knocked out in battle and waking up not knowing the fate of your beloved did nothing but push you further into a pit of aggression.

Your gaze locked on the surrounding views; frosted hills glowed as the cooling sunset bounced off them. The ground, you once remembered as a beautiful piece of scenery, was now showered in the mangled deceased.

Jon didn’t know you were fighting until Rickon was killed and by then it was too late to stop you however if Ramsay did win and was still alive, it would all be worth while.

Jon was honourable like Eddard Stark and would’ve given Ramsay a clean death. Where as you planned on making him suffer beyond belief.

With a grin produced out of bitterness and anger, you slowed down your jog and walked through the gates of Winterfell. But what you saw, you didn’t expect.

“Y/N?” Jon’s voice cracked as you came to a halt. It was then you noticed Stark flags dangling from the walls. Tears clouded you vision as you stared in disbelief.

He had won.

You sighed in relief after a few seconds of awe before running towards him. His arms wrapped around you in a tight hug whilst he mumbled how happy he was into your hair. “I thought you were dead Y/N.” Jon voiced as everyone watched their newly proclaimed king hold you close.

“I thought you had lost the battle.” You replied breaking away from Jon’s embrace but remaining in his arms. “I had a plan of seeking your revenge. One that would ensure the death of that Bolton bastard.”

Jon let out a chuckle at you vicious words. He had been pacing back and forth all day, praying to the gods you were safe and had taken refuge. However he didn’t expect you, injured and exhausted, to walk miles just to continue the fight.

The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, all your love being expressed with one look. The loving gesture was turned into something more as he placed a desperate kiss onto your plump lips. Your lips moved in sync as a passion neither of you had felt before seeped into the kiss.

Forgetting you had a crowd, Jon hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist whilst continuing to show the love he had to offer. Jon walked blindly to his chambers, stumbling around and struggling up the steps as he refused to break the kiss.

The second you kicked the door shut, clothes were being torn off. You both fell onto the bed as your aching body became stripped of material, leaving you naked before Jon’s hungry eyes.

Gripping his stubbly face in your muddy hands, you held him close as he wasted no time removing his underwear. Blood and dirt from the battle coated you however Jon still thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Your eyes sparkled with euphoria, your long eyelashes making them droop sexily whilst your lips tugged up into a smirk. Jon’s heart was racing. Only one hour ago he was a mess, angry at himself for letting you die but alas, here you are, your bare body resting patiently under his as a proclamation of love.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered, his northern voice becoming husky as he leant down for a passionate kiss. With a sudden boost of energy, you flipped him onto his back.

“I love you Jon Snow.” You held the base of his hard d**k and slowly moved your hand up, collecting the pre c*m that had been released before lowering your mouth and sensually sucking it off.

Jon groaned in approval at your dirty act, not understanding how you can make him feel this way as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You repeated the action a couple of times before moving yourself up his body and straddled his waist.

Jon always liked to have control in the bedroom however this time, you had a different idea. “Let me ride you.” You whispered the rhetorical question, not caring for his answer as you positioned his length at your entrance and sunk down on it.

Your eyes never left each other but you could still see Jon bite his lip whilst he took a sharp intake of breath from the pleasure your tight walls around him caused. Slowly, you lifted yourself up allowing him to slid out before grinding down harder.

Your short moan bringing more excitement to Jon as his d**k brushed your c**t. Jon gripped your hips tightly whilst you rode him skilfully towards bliss, his eyes were glued to your bouncing chest which is when he decided enough was enough.

Shocking a gasp from you, Jon pushed you harshly backwards and got on top, thrusting into you whilst caressing your breast with his hand. His hips moved back and forth matching the tempo of your kiss.

Jon kissed you with such beauty. He made you know exactly how special you are with each movement of his lips, he loved you more than he had ever loved before. And that was proven by how he kissed you.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly as he changed his pace. Jon liked to tease you non stop during s*x. When you were about to c*m, he knew and would slow down before working you back up again.

His large d**k reached deeper than you could cope with as you arched your back due to Jon thrusting faster. The love he felt for you was being shown by the small whispers of sweetness he kept letting slip. Your whimpers and moans were increasing as well as Jon’s groans signalling you were both close.

This moment where you’re both pressed together, eyes never leaving as you writhed in pleasure, was the most intimate and perfect moment shared between the two of you.

As you came, Jon’s lips sucked on your neck violently. He wanted to make this moment last, his body tensing as he tried to keep it together just a moment longer. However you moaning his name wasn’t helping the situation.

Jon released warm liquid inside of you as you clenched around him- still out of breath from the orgasm you just experienced. “f**k Y/N.” He moaned bringing his lips to yours.

His hands trailed down, lightly pressing a finger to your sensitive c**t. You were exhausted, after the battle you walked miles and ended up having intensely heated s*x but yet you still managed to buck you hips desperately.

Jon gently placed small kisses across your collar bone, his fingers circling the perfect spot to make you whine in ecstasy.

“I hope you’re not tired.” The beautiful man whispered in your ear. “Tonight I am going to show you how much I love you. But because I love you so much this is going to take a while.”

You giggled which turned into a moan as he worked you faster.

“I’m sure I can handle it.”