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#we love broad shoulders so true anonnie
jaylaxies · 8 months
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imagine wonie fucking you missionary and all you can think abt is his attractive back muscles flexing with each movement or or he is sitting up and you are on top riding him you get the perfect view of his broad ass shoulders and the way your hands feel small when you rest them on his shoulders. like fjfbrhhdhr like his whole collarbone area looking fucking delicious
im a wonie broad shoulders enthusiast hehe
holding on to his broad shoulders for your dear life as he fucks his frustrations out, using your cunt as his outlet. he’s also the kind to stop fucking you just to spit on your already leaking folds before he pushes his cock inside your pussy again. his back muscles would flex each time he’d pick you up to manhandle and switch up the positions, simply because he wants to see which position will help him reach the deepest spots in you, your nails dragging along his back as you close your eyes, crying out with pleasure before opening them again, watching his muscles flex in the mirror, the sight making you reach your high quicker than ever.
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everythingjonsa · 6 years
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Idk if you take prompts but could you do one where Jon’s Sansa’s neighbour and he’s an absolute playboy.
Well I am not sure if I am good with prompts Anonny, but I’ll try my best, for your sake lol. So.. Here Goes nothing….
“Oh Jon… Yes…yes.. Aanngh Unngh” 
Sansa stared at the scene in front of her eyes, unable to move from the spot. How could she? If she had to get to her apartment she had to cross the couple plastered against the door of the apartment opposite to her’s, though judging by the way their mouths were fused and their hands in places she didn’t dare name, she wondered if she could tiptoe past them and just disappear without getting noticed. But her neighbor was not just any other neighbor. This was Jon Snow, her brother’s best friend, whom she’d known all her life, who had kindly offered her not just a job at Black Castle - an architecture firm he owned but also his luxurious spare apartment while she settled into King’s Landing. So, he was not just her neighbor and good friend, but also her super super boss - and this was a terrible complication. 
The color rose to Sansa’s face as she saw Jon’s hand wandering deeper and deeper into the blonde haired girl’s skirt and she decided that it was time she turned around and ran in the opposite direction. But fate would not have it, for just as she swiveled her heel broke and she tripped dropping the bag of groceries she was holding, promptly landing rather ungracefully on scattered oranges with an audible squash. 
“Sansa.. Shit” she heard Jon curse loudly behind her seconds before his strong hands pulled her back up in a standing position. Sansa knew an orange was still stuck to her thigh but she didn’t want to look more inelegant than she already did by plucking it out from under her black skirt. So she let it stay there, hoping Jon would just leave her alone soon and get back to his… business. 
“Are you alright?” he asked her, his hands still lingering on her upper arms. The blonde woman behind him had straightened her clothes and was now looking at her curiously. 
“Yes, I am fine. Thank you.” she said and put her right foot forward realizing a little too late that it was that very shoe that had a broken heel and so she tumbles straight into the arms of the very man she was trying to escape. 
“Woah…” Jon held her steady with one arm and looked apologetically at his company for the night. “Val, I’m sorry but umm.. could we do… er… this some other time?”
“NO!” Sansa protested, twisting in his iron grip but he held on to her. “Jon, I am alright. Really, there’s nothing to worry about.”
The blonde girl smiled brightly at Jon as she sauntered towards him and kissed him soundly on his lips. “This night was over the minute you called me, Val. My name is Sally.” Jon had the decency to look embarrassed. She then turned towards Sansa and blew her a kiss. “You didn’t have to try so hard, love. He was yours the second he saw you.” She looked back at Jon who had turned beet red, a laugh etched on her face. “Let me present to you dickheads, the simple solution to the problem, which both of you seem oblivious to.” She simply bent down and pulled off both of Sansa’s shoes.  And just like that she walked out of the corridor leaving lots and lots of tension and awkwardness behind her. 
Jon released Sansa, like she’d burnt him, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets. “Right, so now that it’s been established that I lack both manners and intelligence, I am wondering what else this night has in store for me.”
A smile slowly appeared on Sansa’s face which soon changed into a giggle and before they knew it, both Jon and Sansa burst out laughing. 
“You… called he-her V-Val!” Sansa said wiping the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. 
“I … re-really thought her name was Val.” Jon was holding his stomach. “I’m pretty sure Val’s her twin sister then.”
“OH Jon!” cried Sansa, her stomach hurting with all the laughing. “You are impossible! H-How do women tolerate you?”
Jon’s laughter ebbed a little at her question. “Do you really want to know?”
Sansa’s laughter died down at that too. She didn’t answer that question. She simply stood up and started picking up her scattered  items. Jon immediately jumped in to help her. “I’m sorry, you had to see me like that.” He apologized to her with a genuine expression on his face. 
“It’s alright, Jon.” said Sansa affably. “Maybe next time a man has me pinned to my door, we could call it even.”
For a second Jon’s movements stilled and his body became rigid. He regarded Sansa very seriously. “You can’t be influenced by my actions, Sansa. I am a jerk. It is known.” He stood up with her, and handed her the bags and gave her a smile. “Besides, Robb has given me standing instructions to…”
“Murder any guy who comes near me?” Sansa asked Jon, rolling her eyes. “Please! I am not 16 anymore. I am all grown up now.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Jon said his eyes locked with hers and Sansa felt an unfamiliar sensation attack her senses. He bent a little retrieving the orange that had traveled from her thigh to her calf and Sansa inhaled audibly and his fingers brushed her calf and he looked up at her sharply. 
“Oops!” said Sansa, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. “Can’t be using that one anymore..” She tried to laugh trying her level best to cover the huskiness in her voice. Then she tried a desperate change in topic. “I hope this is not awkward Jon. Me working for you, when I’ve known you all my life.”
Jon smiled, tossing the squashed orange into a trash can nearby, then looked at Sansa as he absently licked the juice off his fingers. Suddenly Sansa experienced the feeling of being chucked into a furnace for such was the heat that errupted from within her. Somehow, Jon’s actions felt very intimate, considering where the orange had been. But Jon didn’t seem to notice Sansa’s affliction and she thanked god for small mercies. 
“You know the minute I step into the office, I morph into another person.” He said with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders and Sansa knew how true that was. She’d observed him from afar. He was a tough task master and made people quake with a simple stare. It was good that she didn’t have to work directly under him. He took a step forward and touched her cheek with his palm. “I hope you understand why I need to be that person.”
“Yes Sir” said Sansa, hoping he couldn’t feel how hot her cheek had become. 
Jon took a step forward and kissed her forehead and the simple kiss lasted longer than she imagined it would. He withdrew and almost leaned in towards her and Sansa’s heart stopped beating altogether. But then he gave a slight nod, and said “Goodnight, Sansa.” and walked into his apartment. 
Sansa rushed into hers and shut the door behind her. Jon Snow - childhood friend, Casanova, neighbor, tough boss and latest addition  - Biggest CRUSH! Sansa groaned loudly. This was indeed a complication - a terrible complication.
 I hope you like reading this Nonny!! @kitten1618x should i cower??
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