Things We Shouldn't Do

btw here are my thoughts on oppenheimer 2023

that was the most sincere “oh no” at the end

She hinted SNTV such a long ago 😩😩😩😩

Men use “I’m just a man” to cheat on their wives. Odysseus uses “I’m just a man” to kill, slay and torture people to get back to HIS wife. They are not the same.

The Second First Time

18+ MINORS DNI Jon Snow x F!Reader 2.2 k Warnings: P in V sex, porn w/o plot, smut duh, virginity (kinda), loss of virginity, alcohol, fingering, cunnilingus, overstim, actually really cute and fluffy, as always no proofreading no nothing

When you told Jon about your idea, over a mug of hot, spiced ale in your shared apartments in Winterfell, he laughed out loud. “You had guarded your maidenhead like a hawk and now you wish to lose it again? Why?”

Of course, you could do naught but blush fervently, not quite knowing how to explain this need to your husband. “It’s… I want you to… Take me again, but just like the first time? As if I didn’t know a thing and you were seducing me?”, you mumbled and half-hid your face in your hands. You should have never mentioned this to him, he wouldn’t understand it…

Jon's laughter faded as he noticed your embarrassment. He reached out and gently pulled your hands away from your face, his grey eyes searching yours intently. "My love, there is no need to be ashamed," he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. "If this is truly what you desire, then I shall gladly oblige."

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, anticipation already building within you. Jon set aside his mug and stood, offering you his hand. "Come, let us retire to our bedchamber. Tonight, you shall be my blushing maiden once more, and I your ardent suitor."

You placed your hand in his, allowing him to guide you through the stone corridors of Winterfell over to your old chambers. Your heart raced as you imagined what was to come - Jon's strong hands roaming your body, his lips trailing heated kisses across your skin, the exquisite stretch as he claimed you for the first time all over again.

When you reached your old rooms, Jon turned to face you, a mischievous glint in his eye. "My lady," he murmured, bowing his head. "Might I have the honor of your company this evening?"

Playing along, you ducked your head demurely. "Why, my lord, I hardly know you. What sort of lady would I be if I allowed a strange man into my chambers at night without any chaperone?"

Jon stepped closer, his fingers grazing your waist. "Ah, but I am no stranger, sweet lady. Have you not felt the connection between us these past moons? The longing glances, the accidental brushes of our hands that set your skin afire with desire?"

His voice was low and honeyed, making your knees weak. You swallowed hard, trying to remember the role you were meant to play. "I... I have felt it, my lord. But... but what you suggest is most improper. If anyone were to find out..."

"They shan't," Jon assured you, his hands now firmly gripping your hips, pulling your body flush against his. You could feel the hard planes of his muscled chest even through the layers of your gown. "It will be our secret - a stolen moment, just you and I, with naught but the old gods as our witness."

His lips were a hairsbreadth from yours, his breath warm against your skin. Your resolve was crumbling swiftly. "I am still a maid, ser," you whispered, one last, feeble protest. "I know not how to please a man."

Jon's mouth curved into a wolfish smile. "Then allow me to teach you, sweetling..."

And then he was kissing you, his lips hungry and demanding against your own. You melted into his embrace, surrendering yourself and gasped - were you still acting or was he indeed bolder this night? - as he gently took your hand and guided it to his hardness which strained at his breeches. Nervously looking up at him, you tried your best to untie them, but to your shame your fingers were trembling too much. “Do you wish me to…?”, you asked, quickly glancing down at his hardness. This situation - whatever this was - made you so giddy and shy at the same time, it truly did feel like it was your first time all over again.

Jon's eyes darkened with lust at your innocently worded question. "Aye, my sweet maiden. I would have your hands upon me, learning the shape and feel of my desire for you."

With a steadying breath, you tugged at the laces of his breeches until they loosened. Tentatively, you slipped your hand inside, marveling at the smooth, hot skin of his manhood as your fingers encircled him. Jon groaned at your touch, his hips rocking forward instinctively.

Emboldened by his reaction, you began to stroke him, reveling in the weight and size of him in your palm. He felt both familiar and new all at once, and the heady power of bringing him pleasure, even in your feigned naivete, was intoxicating.

"That's it, sweetling," Jon panted, his head falling back as you continued your ministrations. "Just like that... ah, gods, your hand feels incredible..."

You quickened your pace, tightening your grip, drawing more of those delicious sounds from his throat. But before you could bring him to his peak, Jon's hand closed over your wrist, stilling your movements.

"As much as I am enjoying your touch, I crave a sweeter pleasure," he rasped, his voice rough with need. He lifted your hand from his breeches and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your palm. "I want to be inside you when I spend myself.”

Slowly getting up and walking over to your bed - by the gods, your dollies were still there - you gave him a blushing look. “But… you cannot claim me… I’m a maiden… but if you must, be gentle…”, you muttered and slipped your dress off, laying there in just your smallclothes and your thigh-high stockings.

Jon's gaze raked over your partially clothed form, his eyes lingering on the creamy expanses of skin revealed to him. "Gentle, aye, I can be that," he murmured, stalking towards the bed. "But I mean to ruin you for all other men, sweetling. Once I'm through, you'll crave naught but my touch."

He knelt on the bed, crawling over you like a wolf closing in on its prey. His large hands skimmed up your legs, fingers toying with the edges of your stockings. You trembled beneath him, your breath coming faster as he settled his weight over you.

"These must go," Jon declared, hooking his fingers into your smallclothes and dragging them down your legs. Cool air whispered across your heated core and you squirmed with sudden shyness, instinctively trying to close your thighs.

But Jon would have none of that. He caught your knees, gently prying your legs back open. "Don't hide from me," he coaxed. "You're beautiful, every inch of you. Let me look upon what is mine."

His words made you flush, warmth pooling low in your belly. Slowly, you relaxed, allowing him to nudge your thighs further apart. Jon ran his hands along your inner thighs, the calluses on his palms creating delicious friction against your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to taste you now," he warned, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through you. "I want to feast upon your maiden's honey, drink down every sweet drop until you're shaking and crying out my name."

Your eyes widened and you swallowed hard, equal parts scandalized and aroused by his bold declaration. Surely he didn't mean to put his mouth... there? At least, that what you remembered from the first time it had happened. Your grip on reality faded slowly - it truly did feel like you had never been touched, like Jon was dishonouring you in the best way possible… "But my lord," you protested weakly, "s-surely that's not proper..."

Jon merely smirked, settling himself between your parted thighs. "Aye, mayhaps not. But I am going to do it all the same. And you're going to enjoy every wicked moment, aren't you, my innocent little temptress?"

Any further objections died on your tongue as he lowered his head, his breath hot against your quivering sex. The first swipe of his tongue through your slick folds had you arching off the bed with a startled cry. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark curls as he began to lap at you in earnest.

It was bliss and torment all at once, the sensations almost too intense for your ‘inexperienced’ body to process. Jon's mouth was relentless, alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks against that little bud at the apex of your thighs that made you see stars. He gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as you writhed and bucked against him.

"Jon, oh gods, Jon!"

When he heard your cries, he instantly climbed all over you and gently swiped his cock up and down your slickness, grinning at your scrunched up face as you prepared yourself to feel him again. “Too much for my sweet girl?”

He teased the head of his manhood against your entrance, making you whimper with need. "Please, my lord," you begged, hardly recognizing your own voice, wanton and breathy. "I need... I need..."

"What do you need, sweetling?" Jon coaxed, his hips rocking gently, giving you just the barest taste of what you craved. "Tell me."

You flushed hotly, the words sticking in your throat. A proper lady should never speak of such things, but in this moment, propriety seemed a distant concern. "I need you inside me," you confessed in a rush. "Please, I'm aching for you..."

Jon's eyes flashed with satisfaction and he notched himself more firmly against your opening. "As my lady commands."

And then he was pushing forward, slowly sheathing himself in your tight, wet heat. You gasped at the intrusion, your nails digging into his shoulders as you stretched around him. There was no pain, not truly, but the sensation of being so fully claimed, possessed, was overwhelming.

"Gods, you're so tight," Jon gritted out through clenched teeth, holding himself still to allow you to adjust. "Like a bloody vice around my cock. Relax for me, love, let me in..."

You took a deep breath, willing your body to unclench. As you exhaled, Jon sank deeper, until he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against yours. You whimpered at the exquisite feeling of fullness, of finally having him inside you where you needed him most.

"That's it, sweetling," Jon murmured, his lips brushing your temple as he began to move, establishing a slow, deep rhythm. "Just like that. Gods, you feel incredible. So hot and tight and perfect."

Each measured thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through you, stoking the fire building low in your belly. You clung to him, your legs coming up to wrap around his hips, drawing him impossibly closer.

"More," you pleaded, nails scoring down his back. "Please, Jon, I need... harder..."

A low growl rumbled in his chest and his thrusts grew more forceful, the gentle rocking of his hips giving way to a primal rutting. The bed creaked and shuddered beneath you as he drove into you relentlessly, chasing his pleasure and yours.

"Touch yourself," he commanded hoarsely. "I want to feel you come undone around me."

Sliding a hand between your sweat-slicked bodies, you found that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You rubbed in tight circles, gasping at the added stimulation.

The pressure inside you was building to a fever pitch, your inner walls starting to flutter and clench around Jon's pistoning length. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Don't stop, let go for me..."

With a few more frantic strokes of your fingers and a particularly deep thrust from Jon, you shattered, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Your legs trembled and your back arched as the intense pleasure radiated through every nerve ending.

Jon continued to move within you, extending your climax, until your spasming sheath proved too much. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled his seed deep inside you, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself.

You clung to each other as you drifted down from the high, panting harshly, slick skin pressed together. After a few moments, Jon carefully withdrew from your body and rolled to the side, gathering you close. You winced slightly at the familiar soreness between your thighs, a delicious ache that served as proof of your coupling.

"Are you alright, my love?" Jon murmured, brushing sweat-dampened hair from your brow. "I fear I may have gotten a bit carried away..."

You smiled up at him, tracing your fingers over his stubbled jaw. "More than alright. That was... gods Jon, it really did feel like the first time. Thank you for indulging me…”

Smiling down at you, Jon kissed the tip of your nose. “And hey, at least this time I lasted longer than two pumps and you didn’t bleed… I must say, my love, that whatever this is… we’ll have to repeat this.”

Jon chuckled, pulling you closer into his embrace. "Aye, it was certainly an improvement over our true first coupling. Though I cherished that night all the same, for it was the beginning of our life together."

You nestled into his chest, basking in the afterglow and the warmth of his love. "As did I, my heart. But this... this was a delightful way to relive that moment, to experience it anew without the awkwardness and uncertainty."

"Indeed," Jon agreed, pressing a kiss to your hair. "And I must admit, your maidenly shyness and innocence, feigned though it was, stirred something primal in me. It was intoxicating, the illusion of seducing and claiming you for the first time. Now let us return, before the servants notice…”

The wings give an extra lift