५ sucking nights watch!jon snow's dick while he sleeps ⊹ ֗ ꫂ
tw: somnophilia, dub con, mdni
you find yourself in the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the stone walls. the bed is a tangled mess of furs, and you can't help but imagine how many times jon has laid in this very spot, his mind heavy.
as you approach the bed, you see him lying there, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. in sleep, the lines of stress and worry seem to fade away from his face. he looks so vulnerable.
you sit down gently on the edge of the bed, watching his face for any signs of waking up. but he remains lost in slumber, his long lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks. unable to resist, you reach out and brush a lock of dark curl off his forehead, your fingers lingering on the smooth, cool skin.
jon stirs slightly, his brow furrowing as if sensing your presence. but he doesn't wake up, and you breathe a sigh of relief. you've always been drawn to the gentleness in him, the quiet strength that he carries himself with. but seeing him like this, helpless and unaware…it stirs something deep inside you.
you lean down and press a soft kiss to his check, breathing in the scent of him. he smells of pine and smoke, a scent that clings to him like a second skin. you find yourself wanting to bury your face in the crook of his neck, to breathe in the smell of him until it's seared into your lungs.
your hand trails down the length of his arm, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin. allowing your hand to drift lower, brushing over the waistband of his pants, you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin, and you find yourself wanting to touch him in a way that you know he would never allow himself to be touched when he's awake.
you slip your hand beneath the fabric, your fingers brushing against the skin of his thigh. he's warm and smooth, and you can feel the muscles flexing beneath your touch. you let your hand drift higher, grazing over the growing bulge. jon stirs again, a soft groan escaping his parted lips, but his eyes remain closed. you cup him fully, feeling the weight of him in your palm. he's already hardening, his cock swelling and lengthening as you stroke him.
drunk on the power you have over him in this state, you make quick work of his pants, tugging them down his long legs until his erection springs free. it juts out from a nest of dark curls, the thick shaft flushed a deep, enticing red. you wrap your fingers around it, marveling at the silky heat of his skin, the pulsing of his heartbeat beneath your touch.
you lean down and flick your tongue over the swollen head, tasting the first bead of moisture that leaks from the tip. jon gasps in his sleep, his hips bucking slightly as if seeking more of your touch. encouraged, you take him into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth as you sink down, taking him deeper.
the taste of him is intoxicating, the scent of his skin filling your nose as you work him with your mouth. you can feel him growing harder, his dick throbbing against your tongue as you suck him with increasing enthusiasm. jon's breathing grows heavier, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as his arousal builds.
you take him as deep as you can, feeling the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you swallow around him. your free hand comes up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you suck him off. jon's thighs tense, his muscles flexing beneath your touch as he nears his peak.
with a final, hard suck, you feel him stiffen, his cock pulsing as he starts to come. thick, hot ropes of cum flood your mouth as he finds his release, his seed spurting down your throat. you swallow it greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of his essence.
as quickly and quietly as you can, you pull off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. jon's chest rose and fell with deep, regular breaths as he still slept soundly. you watch him for a moment, admiring the peaceful expression on his face, before silently slipping out of the room, closing the door softly behind you.
“You always do this,” you hiss, your back hitting the concrete wall of the safe house with a dull thud. “Act like you’re in charge—like you know best—”
Yelena’s eyes narrow, her body crowding you in, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off her. Her lips twist into a smirk, sharp and humorless. “Because I do know best. You just don’t like being told what to do.”
“I don’t like you throwing me around like I’m some rookie.”
She steps closer—too close. “Then stop acting like one.”
You shove her, hard. It barely moves her—Yelena is all muscle and stubborn defiance—but it ignites something dangerous in her gaze. That flicker of recklessness, the one that warns you she’s seconds away from doing something violent.
Something hot.
“Don’t push me,” she warns, voice low.
You hold her stare, pulse hammering. “Or what?”
Her palm slams into the wall beside your head, caging you in. Your breath hitches.
The air between you shifts, fury twisting into something thicker, hotter. Her gaze drops to your mouth, lingers—just long enough for you to wonder if she’ll pull back. She doesn’t.
Her lips crash into yours, fierce and demanding. Teeth clash, tongues battle—there’s no softness here, no hesitation. Just heat and hunger and the unspoken promise of more.
Yelena's fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tight as she kisses you with bruising force. You can't help but gasp, your lips parting, and she takes immediate advantage. Her tongue delves into your mouth, exploring, claiming every inch of you. The kiss is filthy, desperate, a dance of dominance and submission.
Her free hand roams your body, calloused palms dragging over the soft swell of your breasts, tweaking a nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You arch into her touch, a breathy moan escaping into her mouth. Yelena swallows the sound greedily, her own breathing growing ragged.
She breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving you panting. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust, a fierce blush staining her sharp cheekbones. Without a word, she grips the hem of your shirt and yanks it over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Cool air kisses your heated skin before her hands are back on you, caressing the bare curves of your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds.
Yelena ducks her head, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. Her hands skim down your sides, her touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. "I'm going to touch you now," she murmurs, voice husky with desire. "I want you to feel every inch of my fingers as they explore your body."
Her fingertips dance along your ribs, tracing the curve of your waist, before boldly cupping the swell of your breasts. "Such beautiful thing," Yelena whispers, kneading the soft flesh, feeling the weight of them in her palms. "They fit perfectly in my hands."
The blonde takes your nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive peak before suckling hard. Pleasure jolts straight to your core, making you gasp and arch into her touch. Her hand trails down your stomach, fingertips dipping teasingly into your navel before moving lower, pushing beneath the waistband of your pants.
Yelena's fingertips brush against your mound, and she chuckles lowly, a sound of dark promise. "You're wet, I can feel it," she murmurs, not removing her hand from its intimate position. "Tell me, have you been thinking about this moment all day? Did you imagine me touching you like this as I bossed you around earlier?"
Her voice drips with arrogance and smug satisfaction but there's a undercurrent of raw need that sends shivers down your spine. Her fingers start to move, rubbing slow circles over your covered sex, applying the lightest pressure. She watches your face closely, her gaze hungry and intent as it follows the way your facial expressions shift with your growing arousal.
"You want me to just dive in, don't you?" Yelena whispers teasingly, her thumb rubbing firm circles over your clit now, your panties the only barrier left between her and your aching sex. "You want to feel my fingers slipping into your dripping folds, fucking you hard and fast until you scream? Beg for it, then. Beg me to fuck this greedy little pussy."
You whimpered, your voice hoarse with desperation. "Please, Lena… I need you. I need your fingers inside me."
Yelena smirks at your desperation, taking a cruel satisfaction in your need. "Since you asked so nicely," she purrs, before abruptly yanking your panties to the side. Her fingers delve into your slick folds, two digits plunging deep inside your heat without preamble.
You cry out, back arching off the wall as Yelena starts to pump her fingers in and out of you, setting a hard, fast pace. Her palm grinds against your clit with every thrust, the stimulation overwhelming. Lewd, wet sounds fill the room as she fingers you, the obscene noise mixing with your wanton moans.
"That's it," Yelena growls, scissoring them inside you, stroking along your walls. "Fucking soaked, you're dripping all over my hand. You love this, don't you? Being touched like the desperate slut you are."
Her words, filthy and demeaning, only heighten your arousal. You can feel your climax building, your inner muscles starting to flutter around Yelena's plundering fingers. She leans in, biting at your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as she drives into you harder, faster.
Yelena's green eyes gleam with triumph as she feels your body start to tense, your thighs trembling. "That's it, come for me," she growls, her fingers pounding into you mercilessly, determined to push you over the edge. "I want to feel you come apart on my fingers."
With a final, brutal thrust, she sends you careening into ecstasy. Your vision whites out as pleasure crashes through you, wave after wave of intense sensation radiating from your core. You convulse around her fingers.
Yelena works you through your climax, fingers pumping steadily, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and spent. As the aftershocks subside, she slowly withdraws her hand, bringing her glistening fingers to her lips. "Delicious," she purrs, lack luster eyes locked with yours as her tongue flicks out to taste your essence.
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