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Forever the Night

Summary:

Jon is Aegon's best friend. Dany is Aegon's aunt, though he thinks of her more like a little sister.

Aegon has strictly forbidden his friends from so much as even looking in his aunt's direction, but what happens when Dany is finally single and sets her sights on Jon?

Notes:

Well, here's that prequel to Passenger you all asked for 👀 Remember this version of our favorite OTP is just plain messy and wild. Don't think too hard hahaha just go with the flow and have fun.

There is some Dany/Val but its just Jonerys foreplay tbh.

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“There we go!” Jon cheered, loud enough for the entire room to hear, as Aegon landed the final cup in beer pong, the two men embracing and patting each other's backs while Theon downed the final cup.

When they finally parted, Margaery leapt in Aegon's arms and kissed him, her tongue thrusting into his mouth without warning. He caught her and kissed her back, the two of them falling into their usual routine.

Jon almost snorted but managed to catch himself and hold it in. He was happy for his friend, truly. Aegon and Margaery were the school's power couple and they fit together perfectly.

Jon turned to shake hands with Robb and Theon, the evening's losers for the second time tonight.

"Always a pleasure." He teased, flashing a cocky smile and wink their way.

Robb scoffed but with a grin. Jon considered Aegon his closest friend but that did not mean he and Robb were not close either. They were cousins and spent lots of time together, always had each other's backs, but they had their own friends and lives too.

Robb was the star quarterback of the football team while Jon was the star center of the hockey team.

Robb's girlfriend, Missandei, hugged him from behind, patting his arm playfully. “You'll beat him next time.”

Jon chuckled, shaking his head. “He wishes.”

He had already beaten him twice tonight and the drunker he got, the more his game improved.

As Robb and Missy drifted away and focused on each other, Jon sighed, remembering yet again that he had no girlfriend for the night.

He was single.

He and Ygritte had broken up – again.

Good riddance, he couldn't help but think. She’d been on his case about everything lately and he was just sick of it. Honestly, he didn't know why he always went back to her. Maybe because it was easy. Comfortable. He knew exactly what to expect from Ygritte, even if most of it was drama.

Or maybe it was her family money. Jon had goals in life and rich in-laws could open doors for him that he would never otherwise see. The game was different for rich kids and he needed every advantage he could get.

Right now though, it was Ygritte's insecurities showing through, causing her to act like a bitch. She was jealous of Val. Hells, she was jealous of every girl they went to school with, any girl who dared to even look his direction.

But she was especially jealous of the puck bunnies. The girls who hung around the hockey rink. The ones who showed up at their games and shamelessly flirted with them. Who let them do anything they wanted to them. The girls he occasionally indulged in when she was being a bitch and certainly when they were on a break.

Val was one of those girls and well, she was his favorite of the bunch. She was here tonight too, and he already plans to hook up with her.

A flash of silver hair caught his attention. His head turned and his eyes connected with the one and only Daenerys Targaryen.

Fuck, he thought, quickly looking away.

He may like Val and be with Ygritte, but Daenerys? Daenerys was the girl he wanted more than any of them.

There was only one problem: she was completely off limits.

Aegon had made it clear when they were younger that Dany was to be left alone, forbidden to all of them. Aegon thought of her more like a sister than an aunt and he wouldn't stand for any of them hitting on her.

Like a good friend, Jon agreed. Dany was a year younger, always trailing after them, awkward with her braces and big glasses, and way too into wearing baggy t-shirts. It was easy to agree to.

But then Dany started high school, a year behind them, and completely blossomed.

Gone were the braces and oversized glasses, the messy hair and t-shirts. Suddenly she had curves and breasts, the scrawny girl completely gone – and she had no qualms showing them off.

Her clothes changed too. She wore tighter, skimpier outfits all the time. And she began to lounge by the pool whenever they were at Aegon's, wearing bikinis that left nothing to the imagination. It felt like she was trying to get under his skin, to tease him.

Not to mention her reputation either. Khal Drogo liked to brag to anyone he could about her. Aegon had gotten into plenty of fights with him about it and Jon was always there to back him up, meaning he got to hear every crude thing he said about the girl.

It angered him because she didn't deserve to be talked about like that. But it also made him even more curious and put vivid images in his mind that he could not shake.

And now, she was single.

Her breakup with Drogo had been the talk of the school, and according to Aegon, it was officially over. Drogo had cheated on her with a string of college girls and Dany had hit her limit.

“Dany!” Aegon scolded, his voice laced with frustration.

She arched a brow and tipped back a bottle of vodka, chugging without a care.

“Fuck!” Aegon snapped, rushing over to her and snatching the bottle from her hand, causing her to spill. “Do I have to babysit you all night?"

Dany rolled her eyes dramatically, and Jon found himself almost chuckling too, but he caught himself. He knew Aegon's overprotectiveness grated on her. This was not the first time he'd witnessed the two of them go at it.

But at the same time, he understood. Arya and Sansa weren’t technically his sisters, but if any guy touched them, he’d lose it too. And he certainly wouldn't want to watch them get wasted either.

“I'm a big girl, Egg.” Dany hissed back at him, her tone cold. “Stop acting like you're my fucking father!”

“I wouldn't have to if you weren't always fucking up!" Aegon shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of the party.

“Oh fuck off!” Dany shouted off, yanking the bottle from his grip and shoving him hard.

They had the temper of dragons, Jon chuckled, remembering how Aegon always described his family.

Before anyone could react, she was gone, slipping through the crowd quickly.

Aegon groaned as Margaery came to his aid, his hand running down his face. “I'm not trying to be her dad. I'm just trying to keep her from opening her legs to every guy at this school.”

Margaery nodded. “I mean, she's upset and she has every right to be. You shouldn't try to control her every move.” Margaery sighed, glancing in the direction Dany had gone. “Besides, maybe she really does need to get laid.”

“Gods. Not you, too.” Aegon sighed.

Margaery smirked and kissed him. “Come on, let me distract you.”

Dany took another swig of vodka, uncaring of how wasted she was getting.

Drogo cheated on her. With multiple women, all older and better than her.

She may be one of the hottest girls in high school but she was nothing compared to college girls. They were older, more experienced – more everything than her. She was like a child playing dress up in comparison.

Drogo had been her one and only, her first love. She believed in him, in them, and yet, he discarded her like trash.

Just like her father did to her mother.

Two years together, down the drain. And for what?

Whatever, she rolled her eyes. She would have the last laugh.

She'd already started texting Rakharo and Jhogo. She sent each of them pictures in lingerie, meant to tease, and next she would send them a few nudes. It wouldn't be long before one of them caved and fucked her. She saw the way they looked at her, the way they were constantly checking her out.

And when they did, she would make sure Drogo saw it too.

Dany's eyes wandered the party, landing on Jon. He was dancing with someone, and fuck he looked hot tonight.

He always looked hot. He left his hair free tonight, curls wild and loose. His shirt was tight, his pants somehow tighter. They highlighted his frankly amazing ass and did little to hide his package.

Her eyes focused in on who he was dancing with.

Val.

Dany should have expected that.

She was beautiful too and they looked good together. Dany felt a pang of jealousy, but not the bitter kind. If anything, she wanted to be like Val. Val was sexy and confident. Effortless.

Dany secretly wished she could be more like her. That she could be the type of girl Jon wanted.

Jon liked Val. She knew he fucked her sometimes, that he was at least somewhat interested in her when he wasn't with Ygritte. He didn't love her, but Val was a puck bunny and Jon, like all the other hockey guys, had no issue indulging in them. He liked the attention and options.

His attraction to Val instantly made her more interesting to Dany.

She allowed her eyes to linger on the other girl, and then a wicked idea entered her mind.

Resolved, Dany stood up and set her bottle down, her body swaying slightly. Maybe the alcohol was starting to hit.

Good. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone.

Crossing the floor, she reached for Val’s hand and pulled her gently away from Jon.

“Dance with me!”

A playful grin played upon the corners of her lips, but it was anything but. It was calculated.

Val nodded, completely oblivious to Dany's plans. "Sure!"

Val flashed Jon a smile, his shoulders shrugging, before swaying into rhythm with Dany.

Jon did not join them, but he did not leave either. He stayed, hovering behind Val, watching them.

Dany couldn't help but take in the sight of him, her eyes peering over Val's shoulder. Jon was everything she wanted, but he didn't want her. Maybe she could change his mind. Sleeping with Jon would make her feel better, that much she was certain of.

And fuck Aegon for telling his friends to stay away from her. It wasn't fair.

Ygritte bragged about him and his giant cock all the time, and about his magic tongue. She would love to see if Ygritte was telling the truth.

Dany believed her. She had practically memorized his muscular frame over the years, dreamed about licking every inch of his body. She could only imagine how good it would feel to have those arms pin her down and fuck her hard.

Dany snapped out of her trance and focused back on Val. Her long, honey-blonde hair spilled down her back, catching the light. Dany had to admit she looked good.

Without any hesitation, Dany leaned in and softly pressed their lips together.

She and her girl friends had made out a handful of times – Drogo and his friends liked to watch and sometimes fuck them together, so she had no issues kissing the girl.

Val hesitated for a brief moment, certainly taken aback by Dany's boldness, but she didn't let up. Instead she wrapped her arms around Val's neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Just as Dany began to trace Val's lips with her tongue, they were interrupted.

“Dany!” Aegon yelled, roughly pulling her away. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He had been all over her lately. Treating her like she was broken and couldn't handle herself.

She wasn't, and he needed to back off.

“I'm having fun!” Dany hissed back, twisting her arm from his grip. “Back off Aegon.” She turned to Val, her eyes flickering to Jon for a moment. He looked almost dazed.

She smiled before meeting Val's eyes again. “Do you have a problem with it?”

Val shook her head, smirking. “No. Actually, it was kind of hot.”

“Exactly.” Dany said, rolling her eyes at Aegon before leaning in and kissing Val deeper this time.

From the corner of her eye, Dany watched as Margaery pulled Aegon back and whispered something into his ear that had him stepping away.

Good riddance.

Val eagerly returned her kiss this time and Dany indulged, opening her mouth to the girl and letting their tongues glide together.

A chorus of whistles and cheers broke out from the guys nearby, fueling her fire. She pulled Val closer, rubbing her breasts against Val's chest, causing both of them to giggle.

Val's mouth tore from hers and she was almost upset until she felt Val's lips trailing kisses down her neck. It felt so good but her mind was somewhere else.

With someone else.

With Jon.

Was he watching?

She opened her eyes and scanned the room quickly connecting with Jon. He was staring at her, his gaze intense and unblinking. It was like he was seeing her for the first time.

And somehow, she just knew, in that moment, he wasn’t looking at Val.

Good, she thought, her heart skipping with excitement.

“We're really putting on a show.” Val whispered in her ear.

Dany grinned again, turning her so they could face each other. Dany's lips touched the shell of her ear as she held eye contact with Jon. "I think the boys are enjoying themselves.” Her hand lowered, a little tentatively now. Carefully, she squeezed Val's ass. “Are you?”

“Aye.” Val replied, eager even. “I mean I've never eaten anyone's pussy before but there's a first time for everything.”

Dany's brows rose in surprise – she was not expecting to take things that far. She only wanted to rile up Jon and, well, maybe put on a show to let everyone know she was open for business.

Dany guided Val to a nearby couch, pushing her down onto the worn cushions.

“There's a first time for everything.” Dany murmured as she climbed on top of Val, grinding their hips together. She was having fun, but she really hoped that her first time with someone tonight would be Jon.

Jon tossed back another shot with Robb, Theon, and Aegon, his gaze drifting once again back to Dany and Val.

The girls had been at it for a while. For a minute there, he thought they might actually just have sex in front of everyone but their friends had intervened when the shirts came off.

Aegon was seething, upset that Dany was making herself the talk of the school. Margaery had talked him down, reminding him that she should be free to make her own decisions. Jon understood, he really did, though he tended to agree with Margaery.

And truth be told, it was really fucking hot.

He liked Val well enough, enjoyed their hook ups, but Dany stole the show. It wasn't desperation like Aegon seemed to think. No, she just seemed to be letting loose and enjoying herself.

And who could blame her? Her boyfriend cheated on her. She had a right to be upset, even if they'd all warned her that Drogo was a prick.

Jon did agree that she was certainly wasted. He didn't think she would be this bold if sober, but he could not complain.

It made his feelings for her more difficult to push down though, as he had a raging hard on from watching them all night.

Margaery was sucking on Aegon's neck and Jon knew the moment Aegon had decided to go get laid.

“Hey.” Aegon said, slurring just a touch. “Marg wants to go fuck. Can you watch Dany for me? Just make sure no one takes advantage of her in this state.” He sighed as he looked at the girls.

Jon nodded, his eyes following Aegon. “Aye, go get a room so I don't have to see it.”

Robb snorted from his side. “As if we all haven't seen it already.”

Aegon grinned and dipped his head in acknowledgement before he and Margaery disappeared.

When Aegon left, Robb and Theon turned to Val and Dany.

“Now that is fucking hot.” Theon muttered, his eyes glued to the girls now that Aegon was gone. All three of them were openly staring now. “What I wouldn't give to be between them.”

Robb chuckled as he sipped from his beer can. “Jon's been with Val so he probably has the best shot. Plus Dany's always had a crush on him.”

“She has not.” Jon replied, his eyes not leaving her. He was lying, of course. She most definitely had a crush on him.

It's what made this so much harder. He very much wanted to fuck her too, but his hands were ultimately tied.

Jon's eyes narrowed as Ramsay approached the girls, zeroing in on them like the predator he was. Ramsay Bolton was exactly the type of person Aegon did not want around Dany, and sure enough, as soon as Aegon was gone, Ramsay slipped right in.

Jon continued to watch closely, surprise filling his eyes when he found Dany meeting his gaze.

There was something in her eyes. A challenge? Perhaps defiance?

And then she kissed Ramsay, yet her eyes remained locked on Jon.

He felt himself hardening even more – how he wasn't even sure – as jealousy began to gnaw at him.

When he didn't move, Dany stood, taking Ramsay's hand. She whispered something to Val before the pair disappeared down the hallway.

Fuck.

He absolutely could not let her go with Ramsay.

Even as Val approached him, a mix of hope and desire in her eyes, Jon did not hesitate. He had just promised Aegon to look after her and the thought of her with Ramsay was just wrong.

He took off and followed them.

The sight of them slipping into a bedroom caught his eye, but he was not far behind. Before the door could shut, he was already there, pushing it open.

“Out.” Jon ordered Ramsay, pulling him away from Dany. The sight of him even touching her had Jon's hackles rising.

She was drunk and upset – completely vulnerable – and he knew the type of man Ramsay was. He would take full advantage.

Even without his crush on Dany, Jon would not let any girl he knew be alone with him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ramsay hissed as he shoved Jon back, creating space between them.

“She's wasted. Go find someone else.” Jon replied, an edge to his voice as he closed the gap again.

"What are you? Her fucking babysitter?" Ramsay's eyes narrowed, studying Jon before a wicked grin emerged. "Or you just want to fuck her yourself?"

Jon did not reply, did not back down.

Ramsay's eyes lit up at his silence, as if he had discovered Jon's deepest secret. "That's it, isn't it? The honorable Jon Snow wants to fuck his best friend's sister?" His unnerving smile somehow widened further. "Oh this is good."

Was he that obvious?

His eyes flickered to Dany. She was lying back on the back on the bed, her cheeks flushed and her hair wild. Her bra strap had slipped off one shoulder, almost revealing her breasts to them.

Aegon will kill you, his mind tried to remind him.

Jon quickly turned back to Ramsay, grabbing his collar and slamming him into the wall without another thought. "She's drunk and I'm not letting her wake up tomorrow, regretting this decision."

"Keep telling yourself that." Ramsay laughed before his smile fell. "She kissed me. She brought me here." He turned to Dany. "Tell him to fuck off and let us get back to what we were doing."

It was then Dany sat up on the bed, her eyes darting between the two men. Her eyes still held that strange, unreadable intensity, almost as if she was enjoying this.

“Sorry Ramsay.” She slurred out, frowning like a child who lost her candy, her brows pinching together. “I think he's right.”

Ramsay's expression went cold, his eyes narrowing to slits before he shoved Jon off of him.

“I knew you were just a fucking tease. Slut.” Ramsay spat as he began to leave the room, but that would not stand with Jon. He couldn't talk about Dany like that.

Without hesitation, or even a thought to what he was doing, Jon grabbed Ramsay by the shoulders from behind, spun him around, and threw him out the door and onto the floor. "Say it again." He growled from above, his blood boiling.

Ramsay held his stare, sneering as he enunciated each word slowly. "She's a slut."

Jon was on him in an instant, yanking him up by the collar, his fist drawn back. The first punch landed with a sicknening thud. Thrill filled him. This was why he played hockey, to let out his anger in a more productive way.

He didn't even notice Dany behind him, tugging at his arm to stop. His fist connected again before he heard her.

“Jon! Stop!” Dany cried, tugging harder.

His fist stopped mid-air, hovering.

Once her voice registered in his mind, once it finally cut through the rage, it was like a flip switched and a calm washed over him. Jon let up, releasing Ramsay as he listened to Dany's pleas. He stood and watched as the bastard scrambled to his feet before storming off, blood dripping from his nose.

Jon sucked in a deep breath, the adrenaline still buzzing through his veins.

He knew he should leave as well, that he needed to get far away from her before he did something stupid, but she was already guiding him back into the room and shutting the door.

Jon did not fight her. No, he let her pull him onto the bed, let her sit down next to him as the blood still rushed through his ears. Let her brush up against him, sitting so close their legs were touching.

She was half naked and now they were alone, and all he wanted to do was kiss her.

He desperately needed to leave, but his body simply would not move.

“Thank you.” She smiled softly as she met his eyes.

He sat there, still trying to calm and steady his body. His eyes were locked on hers, staring into her violet pools, completely mesmerized.

He knew she was drunk, but now that he was closer, she didn't look that bad to him. Her eyes were a little glassy but they were completely focused. Or maybe he was too drunk, too, at this point to tell.

“Anytime.” Jon replied, his throat dry. His hand instinctively moved to rub at his knuckles, finally noticing the sting and the blood that had started to dry.

"Here, let me." Dany murmured as she took his hand in hers. Unbothered by the blood, she began to gently trace each knuckle. Jon pulled his hand from her and wiped the blood on his shirt before she took it back and began to place soft, lingering kisses to each one.

His body stiffened at the contact, but still, he did not stop her. Soon, her fingers began to trail up his arm, slow and soft, like she had all the time in the world.

“Your arms are fucking incredible.” She whispered reverently.

"Dany..." His voice rasped as she began tracing slow circles up and down his arm. His adrenaline had finally faded, yet with every touch, it threatened to return.

“I think about them all the time." She continued, ignoring his warning and letting her eyes drop to his crotch, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I imagine you pinning me down with these arms. Making me yours." She sucked in a sharp breath, checking out all of him, desire plain in her eyes. "Your whole body is a work of art.”

Her eyes stopped when they got to his lips. She was going to kiss him.

He needed to leave.

Except he couldn't move. Didn't want to. He wanted her to kiss him, to give him a reason to stop holding back and just let him do what he so badly wanted to do to her.

"I know you want me too." She teased, scooting closer. "I saw how you watched me with Val. So just let go and take me."

Her face was now mere inches from his. It wouldn't take much to touch her, to press their lips together.

His eyes shot to hers and saw her pupils were dilated. Then he looked down. She was still wearing just that tiny pair of shorts and only her bra. He could almost see the tops of her nipples. They were begging him to free them.

Dany must have noticed his gaze. She smirked and unclapsed her bra, shrugging it off and presenting her breasts to him. They were as perfect as he always imagined in his fantasies. Without thinking, Jon lifted his hand and touched her, lightly grazing her rose-tipped nipple with his thumb.

Dany gasped when he made contact, but a sly smirk emerged as she realized she had won. Her hand cupped his cheek and she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.

His mind went blank and for one moment, one perfectly selfish moment, Jon kissed her like he’d wanted to for months.

He leaned into the kiss, feeling those plump lips he'd thought about far too often for the first time. His free hand fisted in her hair while the other slid around her waist, feeling her smooth skin. His tongue pried her lips apart and she met him halfway, their tongues tangling.

All of his restraint seemed to snap.

Suddenly he found himself pushing her back into the bed, covering her body with his as their tongues continued to massage one another.

But then he remembered why he'd come in here in the first place.

She was drunk and he was stopping her from getting taken advantage of. He could not turn around to do the very same thing.

It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over his head.

"No." Jon ripped himself from her, sitting up and removing his hands from her body. He gasped to catch his breath, staring at the wall in front of him. “You're drunk. I'm not taking advantage of you.”

He could admit he wasn't always the greatest guy, that he didn't always do the right thing, but he had some morals. He drew a line at this. Taking advantage of a drunk girl was not something he would do.

“I'm not.” She argued, her head shaking wildly as she sat up with him. "I know what I'm doing. I didn't want him." She met his eyes, her voice desperate. Dany grabbed his hand and returned it to her breast but he pulled it away. “I want you, Jon. I have wanted you for so long. Please.”

Jon sighed, taking in the sight of her again. She didn't look that drunk and her voice was steady now, but still. The point remained.

Just as he was about to respond, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Laughter and other voices indicated whoever it was was getting closer.

Jon's heart began to race. He lifted Dany by her arms and looked around the room, his eyes zeroing in on the closet door as he swayed.

Jon didn’t think, just moved. He slipped inside the narrow closet, pulling Dany with him. Against him, he quickly realized when her hands came to his chest, her body pressing firmly against him.

The closet door clicked shut just as the bedroom door flung open.

Muffled voices and more giggles filled the room before the owners of said voices registered in Jon's brain.

Robb and Missy. They were definitely about to hook up.

He could easily open the door right now and leave. Robb would listen and keep his secret. Yet he didn't make a move for the door handle. Instead, he gripped Dany's body tighter.

Deep down, maybe he knew Robb would see right through him and the guilt of being caught with her like this would be too much.

Once, he had confessed his feelings for Dany to Robb. Robb understood, but still advised him to stay away if he valued his friendship with Aegon.

Aegon was his best friend. His first real friend when he and his mother moved here. Aegon never judged him for being poor and always included him.

They got along like brothers. Jon would never do anything to ruin their relationship.

Not to mention all of the freebies Rhaegar was constantly bestowing on him as Aegon's best friend. Jon wasn't using him, at least not intentionally, but hockey equipment didn't come cheap and he wouldn't turn the man down.

“Jon?”

“Ssh…” He placed his finger on her lips, which she promptly licked.

“Dany…” He warned but she was smiling dangerously.

She leaned in close, licking the shell of his ear before whispering.

“The best way to shut me up is to put something in my mouth.” Her hand dropped, brushing over his cock.

Seven Hells!

She didn't skip a beat, dropping to her knees in the cramped space and unbuttoning his jeans.

“Tell me you want me to stop." Her fingers moved to his zipper. "Tell me you don't want this."

But he did want this. He had wanted it for so long. To see her lips wrapped around his cock. It was something he'd only dreamed of.

His tongue was tied. With her topless and on her knees in front of him, he couldn't form a coherent thought. His head spun and he knew he wasn't going to say no.

She didn't seem too drunk to consent, not really.

She wasn't slurring anymore, her words were clear and deliberate. Her eyes didn't look hazy.

Jon threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the way.

Dany beamed at him from below, taking that as consent, and unzipped his jeans. He helped her, shoving his pants and briefs down, releasing his cock from its confines.

He was so fucking hard.

His cock sprang free and nearly hit her in the face but she was quick to grab him, stroking him with wide eyes, regarding his cock like a wonder.

“Holy shit.” She breathed out, fascination and awe filling her tone as her hand continued its motions. “Ygritte was not lying.”

The mention of his current ex had him cringing but he shoved the thought aside as words continued to fall from her lips.

“You're so fucking big.”

Jon smirked, aware of his size. It was something he was very proud of.

Jon grabbed his cock and pressed it to her lips, rubbing his tip along them.

Dany kissed his tip and then began to pepper wet, open mouthed kisses down the sides of his shaft, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick.

And then she took control back, lifting his cock above her head and sticking her tongue out, licking a line from root to tip. She moaned as soon as her tongue made contact, like she'd just licked her favorite lollipop.

“Oh my gods, I can't wait to feel you inside of me.” The hunger and desire in her eyes told him she was not lying. She looked almost feral.

He wanted – no – he needed to fuck her tonight. But first, he would let her pleasure him.

She began to lick him all over, swirling her tongue around his head and catching a bead of pre-cum from his weeping tip, her eyes lighting up.

“Oh fuck, you taste good too.” She moaned, spreading her legs. Jon watched as one of her hands slipped into her shorts and between her legs. “I'm so fucking wet already.”

She lifted her hand as if to show him the physical proof of just how wet she was.

Jon did not hesitate. He wanted to taste her too. He grabbed her wrist, leaned down, and pulled her fingers to his mouth, sucking them in obscenely.

She tasted perfect.

Dany watched in awe before taking her hand back, gripping the base of his cock and finally sucking him inside her hot little mouth.

Both of his hands shot to her head, gripping tightly as she began to take more and more of him with every pass.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out, forgetting they were trying to be quiet and remain undetected.

She sent him a wicked grin around his cock before really getting to work, bobbing up and down aggressively on him. Her hand and mouth were working in unison and it felt so fucking good.

She popped off of him. “Probably feel better if you were wetter, hmm?”

He could only nod, the pleasurable sensations from her mouth mixed with the alcohol he had consumed overwhelming him.

Dany opened her mouth and dribbled a glob of spit onto his cock, using her hand to smear it all over. Jon had had plenty of blow jobs in his life, but this was already his favorite.

Before taking his cock back in her mouth, her tongue grazed his balls, licking tentatively. When Jon grunted, she found her confidence, simultaneously fondling his balls while sucking them into her mouth.

It was almost too much but she quickly made her way back to his cock and sucked him inside her mouth, beginning to slowly work her way to deepthroating him.

He truly wasn't sure how he had lasted this long. Her teasing – starting with the show with Val – combined with his intoxication should have led to an earlier release. He didn't want to disappoint her and fought back against it.

Dany's nose nestled in his pubic hair as she took him all the way. She pulled off of him, gasping for air. A line of spit still connected her mouth to his cock, but Dany wiped it away quickly. She then lifted up on her knees and squeezed her breasts together, positioning his cock between them.

Their eyes met and Jon didn't need an explanation. He immediately began to thrust his cock between them as she held them tight.

“Fuck, Dany. I'm already fucking close.”

It was her. She was too much for him, in the best way.

“Do you want my mouth or my tits?” She asked, her eyes smoldering.

Both? Was both an option?

His mind was foggy but he found himself pushing his cock back in her mouth and fucking her face until he came down her throat.

He stilled as his release washed over him, holding her head to place. She slurped down everything, her nails digging into his thighs before she tapped him to release her.

Jon pulled his cock from her mouth, his breaths heavy. He found himself smiling at her, completely mesmerized, before leaning down and kissing her, hard.

Just as he was pulling her to stand, their lips still connected and his hand traveling under her waistband, the closet door flew open.

They flew apart and blue eyes met gray.

"Oh fuck.” Robb breathed out, eyes wide as he assessed the situation. "Fuck."

Missandei's eyes widened too and she sprang into action. She was quick to usher Dany out of the closet, to put some space between the two. Dany seemed confused but followed anyway.

“Put your fucking dick away." Robb ordered, turning around to give him a moment. His hand ran through his hair and he paced. "I knew I should have followed you."

Jon quickly pulled his pants up and tucked himself away, reality smacking him in the face.

What have I done?

His body swayed and for the first time all night, he realized how drunk he might actually be.

“You've got her?” He heard Robb's voice behind him.

Jon finally turned to take in the situation. Missy stood in front of Dany, who was now sitting on the bed.

“Yeah, get him out of the room and I'll handle her.” Missy replied, holding up Dany's discarded bra from earlier. Jon realized in that moment how disheveled the two of them looked as well.

“I don't need your help!” Dany insisted as Missy slipped her bra straps onto her arms. Her head turned and she smiled at Jon. “I need his.”

She bit her lip seductively and Jon's cock throbbed.

“Only if you want to ruin his friendship with Aegon.” Missy chided before clasping Dany's bra. Her head whipped around the room. “Gods, your shirt is out there, isn't it?”

Dany just giggled before shrugging.

Jon couldn't help but think of how cute she looked.

“Seven fucking hells.” Robb sighed and Jon realized he may have actually said those words aloud.

It was then Robb yanked him from the closet and slapped his cheek, as if to help sober him. Jon flinched but ultimately shook it off.

"Alright, if anyone asks, you were helping her after she threw up and then we found you." Robb said, nodding to himself, as if to reassure them both that it was a solid story. "Got it?”

Jon's mind snapped into focus, realizing now that he needed to be perfect. Maybe he should be worried about Ramsay seeing them together, but Aegon would never believe Ramsay's word over his. “Yep, got it.”

Robb threw an arm around his shoulders, his head shaking in exasperation. "Better put on your best act, cousin."

With that, he guided Jon from the room, leaving Dany and Missy behind.

Jon couldn't stop himself from turning around one last time, his eyes connecting with Dany. Something in her eyes told him this wasn't the last time they would see each other tonight. It was wrong, and yet, it still excited him.

Two hours and he wasn't even sure how many shots later, he found her again.

They had kept their distance, but somehow, it seemed everywhere he turned, she was there, watching him. Or maybe he was watching her.

The party had thinned out, most people either gone or tucked away somewhere to sleep off the night’s excesses.

Jon’s gaze swept over the room, quickly landing on Aegon. He was passed out on a couch with Margaery curled up on top of him. Robb and Missy were also close by, embracing. Even Theon had found Ros to spend the night with.

Jon had no clue where Val had ended up. In fact, he'd nearly forgotten about her completely.

A hand settled on his shoulder.

He knew who it was without looking.

Dany.

Before he knew it, she was tugging on him, forcing him to face her.

Their eyes met.

She didn't speak. She didn't have to. The hunger in her eyes said it all.

He'd known since he left that closet that he was going to make another mistake tonight.

Her hand slipped into his, pulling him forward. Jon went willingly as she turned and led him away.

He followed as she led him back to the room where it had all happened. Someone was asleep on the bed but that did not deter them.

They continued to the closet.

Jon opened the door, his gaze meeting hers again. To make sure she was really sure.

Dany held his stare, her chest heaving. Wordlessly, she pulled off her shirt, bra, and even slipped out of her shorts before walking inside the small closet.

Jon followed her lead. He tore his shirt off too, quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them and his briefs down.

He stepped inside behind her, shutting the door. As soon as it closed, their mouths met.

The line had been crossed and there was no going back.

The space was too cramped but anywhere else was too obvious.

Dany found herself – her face more specifically –being shoved up against the closet wall as Jon rammed into her from behind.

She was completely nude and far more drunk than usual, but so was he.

She saw it in his eyes. He needed to be this drunk to fuck her. To forget about his friendship with Egg.

She didn't care. Whatever it took to get Jon was what she was willing to do.

“You're so fucking tight.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe. She nearly blushed at the compliment. His cock was enormous and stretching her so perfectly.

Dany turned her head just enough to capture his lips in a wet kiss that quickly turned messy. Their tongues tangled, spit swapping between them, before they pulled away for air, Dany thrusting her ass back against him.

“Come on, baby. Do that again.” He egged her on.

She nearly gushed all over him, the pet name threatening to send her over the edge.

He thrust back into her – hard – and she pushed back, quickly falling into a rhythm. She was so wet his cock just glided through her folds, making a complete mess of her.

“Fill me up, please.” She whined, practically begging.

He pulled out all of the way before thrusting back into her, pulling a moan from her throat.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked, grunting.

“Yes.” She lied. She didn't know why but she just wanted to feel everything with him. It was dumb, really fucking dumb, but it didn't mean she would automatically get pregnant.

Jon's teeth sank into her shoulder, his arm wrapping around her front to rub at her clit. His cock slipped from her and he took that moment to gather more of her juices from the source and bring them to her clit.

“Ohhhh fuck.” She groaned as his cock entered her again, her head falling back onto his shoulder. It wasn't much longer before her cunt clenched around his cock and she saw stars.

Jon's hand flew to her mouth to cover her screams.

“Baby, I'm fucking coming.” He whispered into her ear as he grunted.

Dany felt his cock twitch as he filled her.

“Keep going.” She moaned as she milked him of his seed, returning his hand to her clit. “I can go again.”

Jon didn't speak, simply nodded as his fingers went to work again.

It didn't take long for her to shatter again, the feeling too much. Knowing he had just come inside of her, that there were no barriers between them, was enough.

“Holy shit.” Jon breathed out, his hand now against the wall, propping his body up so he didn't crush her.

Dany caught her breath, her cheek resting against the wall too. Her legs felt like jello at this point and if not for Jon behind her, she probably would've collapsed to the ground.

She felt his cock slip from her and almost whimpered at the loss. She suddenly felt so empty.

Her hand lowered and she felt their combined juices, bringing some to her lips to taste.

Jon watched in awe. It was not the first time she'd seen that look in his eyes tonight.

There really wasn't enough room in here, but he managed to sit down, completely naked, and pulled her onto his lap.

Dany went willingly, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck. She wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't him to lift her chin and kiss her breath away.

Their tongues met eagerly, the kiss intensifying quickly.

Dany adjusted her position, wrapping her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck, reconnecting their lips and never wanting to separate again.

She could pretend right now. As if nothing else mattered outside of this closet.

She could pretend Jon was her boyfriend and he would care for her. He would treat her property and take her on dates, dote on her even.

Except it could never be that way.

He would sober up, and so would she, and he would remind her that Aegon was his best friend and he could not betray him. And then he would never look at her again. He would do his best to honor his word.

She was sure of it.

Yet she still held onto hope.

Maybe they wouldn't remember this night…but maybe they would.

Dany tore her mouth from his, her hands lifting to lightly push against his chest, to push him to the ground. Jon laid down willingly and she could already feel him hardening beneath her. She smiled as she lifted her hips and sank back down on him. Jon's fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her in for another deep kiss.

She was determined to not let this opportunity slip from her. Dany would take whatever she could, for as long as she could.

They would make this a night they would remember.

Notes:

I haven't decided yet if I'll expand any further than a chapter 2 for Passenger, but let me know what you think!

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