Notes: So it did took a bit longer than I'd planned but new chapter is here!

Thank you so much for all the amazing comments, the love. I spent a long time away from this work, so I'm really happy you haven't given up on us.

This chapter is basically smut. There are a few pieces of actual story there at the top, but the end is just smuuuuuuuuuuuut. So have fun.

This is actually what this fanfic was supposed to be back when I started it, before things got so emotional. Don't you hate it when angst gets in the middle of your PWP? hahahaha

Chapter 16

Sansa would've loved it if after that it was like in the movies, and joy and peace were guaranteed, happily ever after and whatever.

Obviously, this not being a movie, they had to face the outside world.

In this, Ros had been absolutely correct: Jon and Robb were the right boys to try this with. They were by her side the whole time, even when it got really awkward -and worse.

Not with their friends, obviously. There was a delayed answer while they tried to process who Sansa was actually dating. Once they all understood that, yes, she was dating both the Starks, there was a second of shock, but it faded fast.

As Ros had pointed out, they had been snogging in public at the party. Robb and Jon had been flirting with her for a while, so it wasn't really that much of a shock. Ally and Theon were snickering about it, but not in a bad way -at least Sansa didn't think so.

Once the shock had passed, they all admitted it was a bit obvious.

So things were great with their friends.

The rest of the University… Yeah, they were having a field day with it, and 'whore' had been the nicest thing said about Sansa.

Jon and Robb were fucking pissed about what people said about her -as most of the bad words were thrown at her, logically. They accused her of being a whore, a gold-digger, a manipulative bitch… Most of the insults related to Jon and Robb were about their masculinities -or lack thereof, according to some pricks.

The amount of hostility coming from most of the other girls around campus was scary. It was as if they'd believed they had some right to the Starks, because some of them couldn't believe a Southern bitch had taken them. (What was that even supposed to mean?)

So yeah… That wasn't easy and there was ONE punch thrown, but it was Ramsay Bolton and Sansa didn't feel really bad about it. Jon sure as fuck didn't feel bad about it.

They'd also told the boys' parents -Sansa hadn't been in touch with her family for a quite a while, and had no plans on changing that. That had been particularly uncomfortable.

It had actually taken a few tries before Ned and Cat accepted that they'd heard right the first time: Jon and Robb were dating Sansa. At the same time.

"Well…" Cat cleared her throat. "That is… Unorthodox."

Ned frowned. "That's one way of putting it." He grumbled.

Robb squeezed Sansa's hand. "Mum, dad." He was serious. "This is important for us. We're telling you because Sansa isn't a fling, a dirty secret. We want you to know because she's special, and we plan on keeping her around for a long time."

Sansa pressed her lips together, because her eyes were starting to get watery.

Jon, who was on her other side and also holding her hand, looked at their parents. "We know this might be difficult to understand, and you can take your time. But it's what makes us happy."

Ned and Cat exchanged looks and Sansa's hold on her boys' hands grew tighter.

"If you are happy…" Cat started carefully. "That's what matters. We're pleased you don't think you need to hide this from us. Just… Take care of each other, okay?"

They all nodded.

"And treat Sansa right." Ned volunteered. "We know she's a good girl."

Oh yeah, she was crying.

Cat gave her a comforting smile. "Welcome to the family, Sansa."

"How many glasses have you had?" Robb asked with a grin, as he watched Sansa giggling.

"Two." She confessed.

"She certainly has the giggles." Jon grinned at his brother.

"You look adorable." Robb told Sansa, before dropping a kiss to her lips.

"Oh, right. There's something I want to talk to you two about." She patted the couch next to her. "Sit, Robb."

"Aye, Robb. Heel." Jon snorted.

"Shut up." Robb sat next to Sansa, so she was between them. It was her favorite place to be.

Well, anywhere they were was perfect for her. However, closed inside her apartment, squeezing together on her way too girly couch, it all felt even better.

"I want to talk about sex." She declared, making Jon choke on the beer he'd just taken a sip of.

"What?" Robb asked, his eyebrows hitting his hairline.

"I want to have sex with you two." Sansa informed them quite firmly. "And no, I'm not drunk."

Robb and Jon exchanged looks, since they hadn't been expecting this. They'd been officially dating for almost a month then, and sex had never been mentioned.

It wasn't that Jon and Robb didn't want to, but their first time with Sansa hadn't been ideal. Yeah, sure, there were many -many -orgasms and all, but Sansa had run away after it, they felt like shit… Anyway, it was in the past, but they wanted it to be better the next time.

They didn't want Sansa to think they were with her because of sex. So they'd taken it easy and it hadn't been mentioned before.

"I realized you two idiots were waiting for something to happen, and I was waiting for you to do something." Sansa carried on. "And as I wasn't sure what you were waiting for, I decided I had to be the one to bring it up."

Jon threw his head back and groaned. Robb chuckled. "So brave, Lady Sansa."

"So?" She pressed.

"Are you sure?" Robb asked gently. "We can wait."

Sansa frowned. "Wait for what? Marriage?"

Robb laughed again, and Jon was shaking his head, his lips curved up. "Does that mean you plan on marrying us?" He asked.

"Hey." Sansa narrowed her eyes. "No talks of marriage before we finish University."

Jon and Robb exchanged pleased looks. "Oh, so that's when we can bring it up." Robb was clearly delighted by it.

"Well, one thing at the time." Sansa rolled her eyes. "Right now, we're talking about…"

"Sex. Yes." Robb nodded. "We really should focus on that."

Jon caressed Sansa's face and made her turn to look directly at him. "Anytime you want to stop or slow down…"

"I know." She assured him. "Same for you two."

Robb smirked. "Good call, love. Jon might actually cry in the middle of it."

"Shut up." Jon growled.

Sansa decided they could bicker about it later, so she turned to Jon and pressed her lips to his. He was instantly distracted.

Jon kissed her in that way that was completely him and Sansa immediately melted. Jon kissed her as if he was hungry for her and couldn't wait another second before devouring her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, grabbed her hair into his fist.

She felt lips on her shoulders -Robb -and then the two brothers pulled the strap of her dress down, until it pooled on her waist.

There seemed to be so many hands and lips on her skin and Sansa felt dazed by it all. Robb's lips were on her neck and she felt his hand opening her bra's clasp. She helped him get rid of it completely.

As soon as her breasts were free, Jon broke the kiss and lowered his lips to them. He licked one of her nipples, before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it -hard. Robb took the chance to turn her face to him and kiss her. He swallowed her gasp when Jon bit on her nipple, and she could feel him grinning against her lips.

Her hands went to their heads, because she loved their curls and holding onto them while Robb and Jon kissed her. She also realized that both of them enjoyed it when she pulled hard at them.

Still kissing her, Robb pulled the skirt of her dress up and slid his hand into her knickers. She trembled against him, while Jon encouraged her to open her legs wider.

Sansa gasped against Robb's mouth as he played with her clit, making teasing circles around it. He gathered her wetness with his finger, before going back to playing with the nub.

Sansa wasn't sure if they had a secret sign or something, because out of nowhere Jon came back to her mouth and Robb just moved his to her breasts. It was a hell of a choreography.

Robb slipped a finger inside her and she moaned, moving her hips, begging for more.

Robb pulled his mouth from her breast. "Jon, floor." He ordered his brother, pulling his hand out of her knickers.

Sansa moaned a protest against Jon's mouth and Robb -the fucker -chuckled. Jon bit her lower lip and pulled teasingly, before doing as his brother told him. He untangled himself from Sansa and fell to his knees in front of her.

Sansa looked at him with wild eyes, kneeling there in front of her. He pulled her knickers down her legs and spread her wide open. It was downright indecent how exposed she was.

She felt Robb's lips brushing her ear. "Jon loves eating pussy." He whispered, as if it was a secret. He then put the finger he'd had inside her until moments ago into his mouth and sucked it clean. "And yours is particularly sweet."

"Oh my god, Robb!" Sansa panted, outraged.

"He's not wrong." Jon offered, before lowering his lips to her cunt and licking her from her entrance to her clit.

Sansa's back arched violently and she tangled her fingers in Jon's hair. Robb played with her nipples, kissed her neck and lips, and praised her with soft words while Jon did filthy things with his mouth.

She didn't know which sounds were more indecent: the ones coming out of her mouth, or the ones Jon made as he ate her cunt like it was his last meal. He pushed two fingers into her, and Sansa bit down on Robb's lips.

The prick just chuckled again.

Jon fucked her with his fingers, his tongue busy torturing her clit. Sansa felt her orgasm coming fast, her hold on Jon's hair tightening, making him growl in approval. She came with a loud moan and fell back against the cushions, beyond satisfied.

"Good warm up, team. Let's move." Robb said cheekily.

Sansa snorted, but let them help her out of her dress, before Jon picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Robb entered the room ahead of them and started undressing. When he was completely naked, he made himself comfortable against the headboard of her bed, shameless as usual.

Jon put Sansa on the bed, and undressed as well. She didn't know who to look at, because they both looked great couldn't believe she got to touch and be touched by them.

"Eyes on Robb, love." Jon whispered in her ear, turning her towards his brother. "And arse up." He slapped said arse.

"Jon!" She protested, but only in words, because she was already getting on her hands and knees.

Jon chuckled, and dropped a kiss to the small of her back. A foil wrapper flew past her, falling next to Robb on the bed. He grabbed it and winked at her. "That's for me for later." She just shook her head, trying not to grin at him.

Jon's hands caressed the back of her thighs, until one of his hands climbed higher, and he pushed a finger inside her. "Jon." Sansa mewled, her head dropping.

His lips touched her back again, this time a bit higher, making her sigh softly. Movement caught her eyes, and Sansa raised her head just to catch Robb watching them, his hand around his cock. He was rock-hard, stroking himself slowly, his eyes on Sansa.

She'd never seen anything better.

Jon's fingers left her, but Sansa didn't even have the time to mourn their loss. He pressed his cock against her cunt, then just plunged right in. Sansa let out a sound that wasn't quite human, but was pleasure soaked. Her head fell on the bed, and she felt she could barely breathe and all she could feel was Jon inside her.

Before she'd thought she just didn't like sex, or that she was really defective and couldn't feel pleasure. However, even though this was only the second night she spent with Jon and Robb, she finally understood she'd never been the problem.

They only had to look at her and she melted.

And this… Oh, this felt better than a dream.

Jon put his hand on her nape, his body curving over hers. "Look at him, Sansa." He growled. "Let him see you."

She raised her head and found Robb still staring at her, his hand lazily stroking his cock, as if he was just admiring the view. It was such a scandalous view, and it felt freeing. Especially when the cheeky fucker winked at her.

Jon grabbed her hips and thrusted hard, making Sansa let out a long moan. He fucked her from behind, hard and intense. The noises in the room were indecent, but Sansa didn't even try to keep herself quiet.

"So beautiful…" Jon cooed, as he slid a hand around her so he could play with her clit. Sansa's arms gave up with her orgasm and Jon thrusted two more times hard before coming with a curse word.

He chuckled softly. "Are you okay, Sansa?" He ended up laughing at her answering grunt. He helped Sansa sit back and kissed her neck. "You're fucking precious." Jon lowered his voice. "I'll take care of the condom, and you go keep Robb company."

She nodded when Jon kissed the tip of her nose, before moving to the bathroom. Robb waited calmly while she crawled to him. When she finally reached him, Sansa kissed his lips and straddled his legs. Robb grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against him, while she rubbed against him.

"I think it's time for that condom." She whispered against his lips.

Robb laughed, but he had no complaints so he complied quite fast.

Sansa lowered herself on his cock, still sensitive from Jon's attentions but unwilling to stop just then. Once he was fully inside her, Robb sighed and touched his forehead to hers. "You're perfect."

"Robb…"

"She is, isn't she, Jon?"

Jon appeared in bed beside them and caressed Sansa's back with just his fingertips. "She is."

"You two are going to spoil me." She mewled, her hips moving as if they had their own will.

"That's the plan, love." Jon told her. "Get to work, Stark." He threw at his brother.

"With pleasure." Robb pulled her to him, his hands on her waist, helping her move along.

It was slow and deep and intimate and Robb kissed her the whole time, while she could still feel Jon's hands touching her every once in a while.

Her body was covered in sweat and her thighs were shaking from the effort, but she whished she could stay suspended in this moment, in this safe place.

Of course she couldn't, and there was an orgasm building right there, coming so close, so…

White filled her mind, stars crashed in space, and the earth shook.

When she finally came back down, she was cozy and still safe between Jon and Robb.

She pulled her boys closer. "Thank you."

"You're more than welcome." Robb teased her.

"Not for that." She scoffed. "Well, that too, but… Thank you for taking care of me."

"Any time, Sansa." Jon promised, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

They stayed there in the silence for a while.

"Would you guys go to a wedding with me?"