So basically I'd like to do some one-shots and drabbles from that universe. It can be pre-ITWAN or post ITWAN. Send me prompts on tumblr if you want! (janinam).
This one was given to be by perfectliesfromaperfectdame on Tumblr: robb/sansa- jealous Robb after Sansa agrees to go out with Joffrey. She goes the extra mile to reassure him.
Robb hated Joffrey on sight. In fairness he'd also hated him sight unseen. How could he not hate the boy that Sansa had brought home to throw Catelyn off their scent?
He didn't like the idea of someone else touching his Sansa. And Joffrey looked like the type that would do a lot of touching. Plus, he was too charming. Too nice. Too accommodating. Too eager to make friends with their parents. Robb didn't trust him.
While Joffrey talked with Ned in the living room – or, rather, kissed Ned's ass – Sansa sought Robb out in his bedroom where he put on some Radiohead and contemplated murder.
He knew she was in his room, but he didn't acknowledge her. And it wasn't even her he was angry with, it was this whole goddamn mess of a situation. If he'd been more careful then their mother would have no reason to suspect something was going on between them. But no, they'd gotten too comfortable. Too sure of themselves.
Now that blond prick was going to be at their dinner table and Robb had to watch while Sansa made googly eyes at him and pretended she liked him. It twisted Robb's gut.
When he felt Sansa's hand on his shoulder, he snapped. He turned around and yanked her against him. He kissed her hard, possessively, and growled. "You're mine, Sansa, do you understand me? You're mine."
She nodded emphatically. "I am yours, Robb. Only yours."
He lifted his head. "Prove it."
Her eyes went wide. "Here?"
He should say no. Being careless is what got them into trouble in the first place. But at the moment with a jealous rage coursing through him, he didn't much care about being careful. What he wanted was to know that Sansa was his, only his, just as she'd said she was.
"Yes," he said darkly. "Here."
"How do you want me?" she whispered and ran a hand over his chest. "We don't have a lot of time before they'll be calling for us." She dropped to her knees and looked up at him with those big blue eyes of hers. He felt his breath catch. Then he forgot how to breathe when she undid the snap then the zipper of his jeans. He watched her push his jeans and boxers down. He refused to move, refused to help. She was going to have to do all the work.
His cock was hardening, and when she put her mouth around him, he went completely hard. He moaned and his hands went immediately to her hair. The silky strands slipped through his fingers as she sucked him, licked the head like a lollipop and then engulfed him to the back of her throat.
"Sansa," he gasped. "Fuck."
She hummed and it went straight through his cock, nearly making him cross-eyed. Her hands went to his balls and he gasped again and his hand jutted out to the wall to keep himself up. He knew she was working him quickly just in case…
But oh fuck, this was good.
"Do you want to come in my mouth, Robb?" she purred. "Do you want to give me an appetizer before dinner?"
"Yes," he managed to say, and it came out strangled.
She bobbed her head back and forth on his cock rapidly and then sucked hard on the head. "Come on, Robb, give me some cream…"
"Sansa," he whispered tightly and started to come. She swallowed what she could, some escaping the corners of her mouth. She wiped her mouth clear and then gave him one last cleansing suck that made his whole body shudder.
She then tucked him back in his boxer and jeans and zipped him all back up before standing and kissing him sweetly.
"Tell me you love me," he demanded against her mouth.
"I love you."
"I want you again tonight," he told her.
She smiled. "On my knees again?"
"Not to start…but you might end up there in a very different way by the time I'm through with you."
