happily taken;

[gameofsocks]

the fake married meme

be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you're pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over?

( taken from here )

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[theladyofwinterfell]

"I'm a bloody spy," Sansa says, spitting out the words as if they're obvious.

"I shouldn't have slept with you. I shouldn't have lost control of myself, especially when I knew we'd be working together on this engagement for months at a time. Still, in spite of your insistence to the contrary, I'm a human being. I have feelings. Just because I don't shout them from the rooftops doesn't mean they're not there. They are. I want you. I wanted you that night, I wanted you that morning, I want you right now. It's not prudent, no, but it's fact. I need this. I have no control when it comes to you."

[letsgogirls]

"And? I'm legally dead. And my fucking government burned my ass when I wasn't following the party line." Jensen set her wet panties on the counter and moved towards her, stripping out of his clothes as he walked closer to Sansa. He was naked and so very flagrantly aroused by the time he set his hands on the counter on either side of Sansa. His dick brushed damp curls as he spoke.

"Can't control yourself around me? You picked a funny way to show that. I didn't think you were still interested, do I didn't ask. Getting turned down once is enough. My dick hasn't even twitched for another woman since that night." His hands grabbed her hips as he rubbed the tip of his dick against wet folds, and her clit, teasing her by shallowly entering her and slipping back out. "Nothing's changed since then?" He meant birth control, because fuck if he was going to stop for a rubber.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Nothing's changed," Sansa confirms. She lets out a frustrated little sound, annoyed with the tease. She wants him in her already.

"Have me if you're going to have me. Come on."

[letsgogirls]

His laugh was dark tinged as he slid inside her to the hilt. "I'll be nice and not make you beg today. Wrap your legs around me, we're going upstairs."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"You wouldn't make me beg anyway," Sansa tosses back. Still, she wraps her legs around him and whimpers as she feels him filling her up.

"You want this as much as I do."

[letsgogirls]

"No shit. And sometimes I want to see you beg, since you had me panting after you for weeks now."

He stepped back, hands cradling her ass as he moved towards the stairs, still inside her.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa arches a brow; so he wants to see her beg, does he? She doesn't mind a little bedplay now and then.

"Oh? And how, exactly, would you make me beg? I'm already yours, so there's no wrong answer."

[letsgogirls]

Oh he wants to do all sorts of dirty things with you, Sansa. He has a vivid imagination.

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see." He wasn't even short of breath carrying her up the stairs and to his bedroom, careful to not hit Sansa's head on anything as he tipped them both onto the bed. He wasn't so smooth as to manage to stay inside her as they made it to the bed, but before he slid back inside Sansa, he indulged himself a little by rubbing the tip of his dick in her folds, feeling how slick she was.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Give me what I want," Sansa says lowly, spreading her thighs wider so he can fill her up deep. She wants him in her more than she wants her next breath and she's wanted it ever since he first fucked her a few weeks ago.

[letsgogirls]

"And what do you want?" He asked, bending to whisper in her ear, dick just barely grazing her folds. "Gotta ask. Use words in that pretty little accent." He nipped at Sansa's ear after he finished speaking, his voice a low rumble.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa shivers a little at the nip to her ear and when she speaks, her voice is low and husky.

"I want you to fuck me," she says, words slow and deliberate. "I want you to fill me to the hilt with your cock."

[letsgogirls]

"Good girl." He said, his hips snapping forward, filling her deep. He held himself still, feeling her around him like he had been dreaming of for weeks. Fucking hell, what was with her to make him want her like he was a dying man in the desert and she was the only source of water?

"Any other requests?" He growled, his temper still hot from their little dance the past weeks.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Make me come," Sansa says, digging her heels into his back so that he'd press into her deeper and harder.

"Make me feel you. Make me feel everything. Make me want nothing but you."

[letsgogirls]

Fucking hell, she was going to kill him. At least he was going to die with a smile on his face. He shifted just a little, his hips driving into her, giving her what she wanted.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Harder," she murmurs, squeezing tight around him. "Come on, Jensen, really fuck me. Fuck me like you actually mean it, hmm?"

[letsgogirls]

"Princess likes it rough, doesn't she?" He murmured, nearly slamming into her. "And she has a filthy mouth. I like that, in that prissy little accent you have.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Make me feel it," Sansa demands, clawing into his back. She tips her head back to show him her throat, desperate for it. She's been wanting this since she had it last and she doesn't want to go without again.

[letsgogirls]

Jesus, her nails on his back. He bit at Sansa's neck, sucking the spot before licking it to soothe the skin. She was so pale it was going to be fucking obvious what they had been doing. Jake shivered, feeling his climax start building. Fuck, not time yet. He shifted a bit, a hand coming between them, his thumb rubbing at her clit.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa squeezes her eyes shut and digs her heels deep in the small of his back. He is fucking her deep and hard, hitting her where she needs it.

"Fuck me so I feel it in the morning," she begs, voice cracking a bit. "Jake, please."

[letsgogirls]

Jesus fuck, He was going to die happy. He moved his hands to grip her hips, lifting her ass up, the skirt of her dress horribly crushed, his hips moving in short, hard strokes. One hand moved up to rest by Sansa's head, and Jake whispered, low and rough, in her ear.

"Going to scream for me?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa jumpers a little and then lets out a low whine when his dick hits her in a place that makes her want to scream. That's the spot, if it's going to happen, and she rolls her hips up against him and screams a little.

"Fuck me, please!"

[letsgogirls]

If they were going to be a thing, they were going to have to talk about certain items. But right now he was trying to not die of bliss.

Jake found that spot that made her react, and kept up the pace, feeling her tighten around him. He could feel his climax begin at the base of his spine and start spreading through his body.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa hasn't had sex this good since the last time she fucked him and she digs her nails in his back, not concerned about marking him up since she figures he can deal with a few war wounds if it's as good for him as it is for her right now.

Her eyes fly open when she comes and she watches him, riding through it. "Come on,," she murmurs, trying to goad him into finishing deep.

[letsgogirls]

He's glad he didn't get ink on his back, at least not yet, what with Sansa loving to use her nails, but the sharp pain of her nails and her climax triggered his and his hips slammed into her one last time as he came deep inside her.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Finally," Sansa exhales, burying her face against his neck. "Christ, that was good. It's been...well, since I've been with you last."

She doesn't normally go so long, truly, and she hadn't meant to admit she's been celibate since she fucked him last but it's out now. He can do with that what he will.