#jonathan pine fluff

[lokiskitten]

Request for @hazelw013 !!

Jonathan Pine | special room service

Jonathan Pine x fem!reader

plot : It’s past midnight. After encountering the hotel’s night manager, this one agrees to make you a drink before it is requested for him to bring it up to your room. From there, things take a lustful turn as you’re settled on turning Jonathan into your midnight snack.

warnings : loWkey girlboss reader, mention of alcohol, smut, light roleplay, oral ( f receiving ), unprotected sex including vaginal penetration.

The night had come, and the clock now indicated one in the morning. All of the customers- which were mostly elderly people- had went to sleep, and you found yourself dipped into complete silence and peace. You thought that this would be the perfect occasion to get a drink and enjoy the emptiness of the bar all to yourself. Now, that wouldn’t be much of a hard task. After making your way downstairs, your first move was to reach for the night manager who stood behind the entry’s counter. “Excuse me, is the bar still open?” You asked him, orbs coming in contact with his ocean blue ones. It appeared as if you had suddenly pulled him out of a moment of distraction. He forced a smile to appear on his face.

“Absolutely madam. This way, please.” He answered, opening his arm in order to show you the way to go before joining you in your journey to the bar. You couldn’t help but feel attracted by how handsome his whole being was, adding up to his overall butler look which could only be an asset in that lustful imagination of yours. The man opened the door for you, allowing you to step inside of the bar area before penetrating inside the room himself. Unfortunately, you were both caught off guard by an unexpected visual : the bartender was missing. Disappointment filled your organism face to such a sight, an emotion Jonathan managed to notice through those pretty features of yours.

“Looks like I’ll be serving you a drink myself for tonight.” He offered professionally, as it was his duty to make sure every single customer was left entirely satisfied by their trip in this hotel. You smiled up at him, feeling grateful that he was willing to do such a thing- and internally squirming at the thought of getting to spend some extra alone time with this beautiful stranger. You sat down onto one of the bar’s stools, adjusting your position until you found the one which appeared the most comfortable though your eyes never ceased to stare at the night manager’s back. Jonathan turned towards you again, his hand delicately delivering you a small bowl of crisps before asking you about your tonight’s envies.

“What will it be, madam?” He questioned on a friendly tone, your mind allowing intrusive thoughts to take over regarding all the dirty and inappropriate things you could’ve potentially answered to that question. But instead, you stuck to being polite. “I’ll just have whatever you serve me. Surprise me.” You answered on a flirty tone, body leaning forward as you allowed your elbows to rest against the counter. Surprisingly enough, this demand appeared to ravish the man. “Right away madam.” He answered with a smile before turning around as his mind began to think of what drink he could potentially offer you. Meanwhile, you patiently waited, eyes wandering towards lower places were you got the pleasure to get a peek of his clothed bum. In your mind, there still was no scientific explanation to why male bottoms were attractive, but you just went with it.

A couple of short minutes later, a glass was finally placed before your forearms. It was cocktail shaped, which could only lead your mouth to water at the thought of getting to taste a mixture of fruit juice and alcohol. “Thank you.” You spoke politely, your eyes looking up at him whilst your fingers wrapped around the base of the glass. The liquid was soon to penetrate within your mouth with ease, filling your tastebuds with bliss and satisfaction. It tasted excellent. “Wow, this is very good. What’s it called?” You asked the trainee barman, earning a chuckle from his flustered self. “A secret receipt of mines.” He answered happily before making his way out of the counter, ready to go back to his original spot before being interrupted by your enhanced self.

“Mr. Pine?” You stopped him through his track, leading the gentleman to turn around and raise his eyebrows as he waited for you to expose your demand to him. “Would you be nice enough to bring me my drink up to my room?” You asked, legs crossing together and revealing more of your flesh due to the short dress you wore. You were secretly hoping that this would help him make up his mind as well as growing more attracted to you. Jonathan’s eyes diverted to your legs for a split second, the orbs then looking up at your face as a smile appeared on his features. “Of course madam.” He answered, leading you to get up from your chair whilst he made his way back to the bar.

As quickly as you could, you made your way back into your room in order to get ready for Jonathan’s arrival. It took you half a second to slide your panties to your ankles before tossing them to the side, body sitting down on the edge of the bed right before you heard the door of your room open. As expected, it was none but your beloved butler and guest. “Here’s your drink, madam.” He announced politely whilst making his way through the bedroom, his body bending over as he placed the glass down onto the coffee table. Meanwhile, your legs had slowly begin to part, exposing your naked sex to his sight and desperately waiting for the man to finally notice.

“Is there anything else you desire?” He asked as his head diverted back towards your body, eyes catching glimpse of your bare cunt. Clenching his jaw, Jonathan immediately looked away as visible confusion and embarrassment showed onto his tensed facial features- a reaction which only made you crave him even more. “Madam..” Jonathan began awkwardly, head now turned towards the window as his hands fidgeted together. “I desire you.” You answered lustfully, body leaning back on your palms as your thighs remained spread. Jonathan gasped. Somehow, his blue eyes finally accepted to look at your body- and that as if he was reconsidering his personal decision.

After all, no one had to know, and it probably would only be a matter of minutes. To be frankly honest, the night manager missed feeling the warmth of a woman against his body, sharing mutual pleasure with someone of the opposite sex and participating into some nice aftercare. He had been single for a while, as his constant travels held him back from settling down with a girl of his own. His lips pressed together as you grew impatient, head tilting to the side as you now allowed one of your legs to extend towards his crotch. “Please? I feel so lonely.. I suspect the same as you.” You purred alongside your kitty which craved for manly attention. Watching Jonathan finally agree to remove his vest filled you with bliss, as it could only mean he had decided to give in your proposition.

“Madam... I took notice of the way you seemed to degrade the hotel’s belongings. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to do something about that.” Jonathan allowed himself to come up with a little bit of enhancing roleplay, leading you to squirm in excitement even if you tried your best to remain in character. “I’m so terribly sorry? How could I potentially repay you?” You asked him as he removed his tie before beginning to unbutton the first few buttons of his white shirt- and all of that as his eyes remained on you. “I only see one way.” The night manager finished, his body now nearing yours as you crumbled beneath his intimidating aura.

Surprisingly enough, Jonathan decided to get on his knees, his hands taking ahold of your own before smoothly sliding their way underneath your thighs. Biting onto your bottom lip, your enhance self looked down as the night manager began to taste your cunt- starting with laying kisses on your clit before moving down to your entrance which had yet to soak up. His nose pressed against your hardened bud, this delightful sensation sending shivers down your spine as you continued to watch him work in awe. One of your hands moved up to his head, fingers gently brushing through his hair as if you wanted to reward him for his good work.

A couple of muffled moans eventually escaped your sealed lips, head tilting once in a while as Jonathan continued to eat you out whilst feeling your hand pet his head. He appeared to enjoy this. “Tell me, Mr. Pine..” you began- a sentence which didn’t stop the man through his track. “Is this gonna be included in the trip’s fees?” You joked calmly before being able to feel his lips twitch against your core, indicating that you had managed to make him smile. His licks and kisses suddenly grew rougher, head now slightly nodding against your crotch and that probably in order to stimulate your clit. “Mmh.. fuck.” You moaned just so slightly, brows knitting together as you carried on looking down at him whilst petting his hair.

“I want you inside of me now.” You ended up spitting out, leading the slightly older man to look up from your genitals. He licked his lips clean as he watched your body fall back against the mattress of the king sized bed, getting back up on his feet as his hands began to unbutton his pants. “Sure thing madam.” He smirked, earning an amused giggle from your excited self. You ended up biting down on your bottom lip, head tilting as you couldn’t seem to be able to wait any further. Your core was throbbing, still feeling the side effects of Jonathan’s previous gift. Once his pants had finally fallen to his ankles, the night manager moved closer to your body, dragging you to his crotch with the help of his strong hold.

You looked down at his clothed bulge which had yet to harden to it’s full size, feeling pleased to witness how big it already appeared- indicating that it would probably feel just right inside of your needy cunt. His hand began to gently stroke the mass through the pair of boxers he adorned, ocean blue eyes looking down at you as you took the initiative to remove your dress. Your naked body was exposed to his orbs, the sight of your breasts helping with his crotch’s current issue. His cock was now hard enough to carry penetration and Jonathan didn’t loose any time to slide his boxers down. His member possessed the perfect length and shape. You wanted him, and he wanted you. Within a matter of minutes, you had managed to make him succumb to your charms.

“You look gorgeous.” He stated, his large hand moving down to caress your stomach before sliding up to your breast. The man offered it a gentle squeeze before going back to his initial position- which consisted in sitting up between your legs. He made sure to have your ankles lock together around his neck as his lips laid passionate kisses onto your thigh. If something was sure, is that this man was all about feminine pleasure whilst still managing to please himself through the process. A real gentleman. His head diverted down towards his own crotch, guiding his length to your entrance in order to ease up the overall penetration process. Jonathan’s breath shortened as he finally slid inside of your soaked self and your eyelids shut close in order to be fully able to focus on the pleasure he was about to provide the two of you.

The intercourse was truly able to start when the night manager began to thrust in and out of you, shockwaves of pleasure spreading through your body and leaving you to scramble beneath bliss. The first thrusts were always the hardest to handle. Moaning, you felt Jonathan’s grip grow tighter onto your hips, allowing you to understand that this overall process also had nice affects on his mood and organism. “Fuck..” he moaned, eyebrows knitted together in a sad manner. His eyes remained on you, admiring your body which he saw as nothing but a temple he was meant to take care of a of respect. Your hands were soon to take ahold of the bedsheets, your organism growing more and more affected and aroused as time passed by.

“Mr. Pine...” ironically enough, you didn’t even know his first name- even if he was fully aware of yours. The thrusts carried on and only intensified through time, driving the two of you towards your respective orgasm which you simply couldn’t wait to reach. The man didn’t appear afraid to moan and express the pleasure he was feeling, and that in multiple different ways. You could tell that he shared the same sensation as you did, and it only enhanced the overall intercourse to think that there was a chance for you to come simultaneously. “I’m gonna come..” you announced, feeling as Jonathan fastened up the pace as if he desired to catch up on you. This move easily pushed you over the edge, driving you towards the climax you were longing for.

A great feeling of bliss took over your body, moans exiting your lips as you found yourself dipped into your climax. Jonathan pulled out, efficiently catching up as a couple of pumps offered to his cock were enough to lead him to cum. The white liquid landed on your clit and lower stomach, staining your skin in the most beautiful way. The two of you remained panting, though Jonathan made an effort to keep himself onto his feet as his hand held onto your thigh. “Christ..” you breathed out, eyelids opening again as your head diverted towards the night manager. “You’d be pleased to bring me a handkerchief so I can clean myself up, Mr Pine.” You demanded tiredly, earning a nod from the man who was violently pulled back to his original functions. “Right away madam.” He answered, taking a few seconds to pull himself back into his pants.

I don’t see much Jonathan imagines, which is a shame. I hope this will bring happiness to the people who find themselves in the same situation as me! Thanks for reading. Don’t hesitate to share, like and comment! It always means whole lots to me and any writer.

@devilsuga @theaudacitytowrite ❤️

[sserpente]

A/N: Who said Halloween was over? ;-) Requests from three anons. Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 1184 Warnings: pure fluff, injuries

“I can’t believe Halloween is over already. You know the local grocery store is already selling gingerbread and biscuits? I’m not ready for the spooky season to end yet.” You pouted, wrapping yourself in your oversized jumper as you curled up on the sofa.

This year had been the first year Jonathan and you had spent Halloween together. You had been living together for a while now—all because of an undercover mission where you both pretended to be a young British couple building themselves a life in a new city. Only the pretence did not stop you from developing feelings for him…

“I missed out on all the fun”, you complained, “I am seriously considering changing careers at this point.”

It was Jonathan who had been handing out all the sweets in the house last night. He said he’d never seen this many trick or treaters in his whole life but well—Americans tended to get overly excited about Halloween and you loved it.

“Is that why you are baking pumpkin biscuits?”

“Yes. It’s out of protest. And if you go out for a run later, I insist you come back with a Pumpkin Spice Latte for me.”

“Ah, I see,” Jonathan smirked at you, joining you on the sofa. His expression changed with a start as he eyed you in an almost worried manner.

“You didn’t tell me what happened last night yet. Is everything alright? How did it go?”

You shrugged. “The usual. I almost got killed and raped, my feet are killing me and the rich people's food was disgusting. I almost threw up when they brought out the snails—shell and everything!”

Jonathan’s expression darkened even further. “Did anyone touch you?” You shook your head quickly.

“You know I would have turned them into eunuchs.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Yes, I have no doubt about that.” His blue gaze wandered to your feet. They were bandaged in several places from those uncomfortable high heels and the amount of combating you had had to do in them. Blood was already seeping through, staining the white fabric.

“You need to find a solution for your shoes. That looks painful. Did you at least take a foot bath with sea salt to clean it properly?”

You shook your head once more, your heart jumping. He was so thoughtful…

“Not yet. I’ve barely had the energy to make that cookie batter, let alone to do anything beyond a simple shower. I am pouting, remember?”

“What about your face?”

Oh yeah, that. There was a cut right above your left eye from a fall you took yesterday. It didn’t need any stitches but it did hurt like a bitch.

“Never mind that. That security guard caught me off guard, no pun intended, it’s not a big deal.”

“You need to be more careful.” You resisted the urge to flinch in surprise when he reached out with his hand to gently touch the reddened area around your wound, his soft fingers ghosting over your skin.

“I’ll prepare a foot bath for you.” You winced, ignoring how your heartbeat sped up even further upon how caring he was. You wanted to pounce on him and kiss him senseless but let’s be honest—you’d never have the courage to do that.

“Let me get those biscuits out of the oven first.” You said, blinking rapidly in an attempt to chase the image of the two of you kissing away.

He nodded and you stood, practically fleeing into the kitchen all the while he disappeared into the bathroom to prepare you that promised foot bath.

The biscuits smelled heavenly and you couldn’t wait to dig in. You carefully poured them on a plate to let them cool down when Jonathan entered.

“Your foot bath is awaiting you, milady.” He said, making you giggle. You almost expected him to wrap his arms around you from behind—but your disappointment did not last long when you saw him staring at the biscuits with his blue eyes like he was seeing a Christmas tree for the first time.

Before you could even open your mouth to say something, he snatched one away from the plate and shoved it into his mouth, chewing contently.

“Jonathan! They’re too warm, you’re gonna get a stomach ache! What are you… stop!” He took another one and then another one—and a last one before you could grab the plate and hide it behind your back.

“You’re a child sometimes, you know that? The world’s most skilled spy and he turns into a little boy in front of sweets.”

“That’s on your baking skills, darling.” He replied with a wink. “Come on then. Your foot bath. Before the water gets cold.”

What awaited you in the living room, however, was much more than just a foot bath. Jonathan had covered the coffee table with a Halloween-themed plastic cloth and on it, there were several bowls full of crisps, popcorn, chocolate and other Halloween-themed sweets. Your jaw dropped.

“What is this?”

“We are going to pretend it’s still Halloween tonight. Have some wine, watch some scary movies… take your mind off things. I am going to tell Angela to give you a break. Look at you. You’re exhausted. Come on. Sit down now.”

You smiled at him, obliging happily. Gosh… it was in moments like this you wished he really was your boyfriend.

The sea salt water burned like hell once you had taken your bandages off and dunked your feet into the small tub, once that subsided, however… it felt wonderful. In the meantime, Jonathan returned to the kitchen to retrieve the biscuits. He sat down on the sofa with them right next to you before snatching the remote to select Beetlejuice, grinning innocently.

“Are you serious? I told you they’re still too warm!” You chided him half-heartedly.

Instead of responding, however, Jonathan only put his arm around you, starting the movie with his free hand. He had even dimmed the lights and pulled the curtains shut—creating an almost… romantic atmosphere.

You looked up at him longingly, wondering if maybe… just maybe… he felt the same for you. The movie started but instead of looking at the TV screen, Jonathan locked his blue eyes with yours.

A second turned into several, your mind pondering once more on what it would feel like to kiss him. His lips parted then, and when he cupped your cheek with his right hand, your heart skipped a beat.

Jonathan leaned forward, bringing his face closer to yours so you could feel his hot breath on your lips and then… his mouth was on yours. Oh… was this really happening? Was he really kissing you?

Giving in to the sweet sensation, you reciprocated his kiss, resting your palms on his chest. It was the closest that you could get with your feet submerged in water. He smiled when he pulled away.

“I don’t know about you, darling but I stopped pretendingthat we are a couple a long while ago.” You chuckled, relieved, happy and quite positively on cloud nine.

“Me too.”

-

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[ragnarachael]

Cheek To Cheek ; A Hard Knocks AU — Chapter One

pairing: jonathan pine x reader

warnings: none really for this chapter! just shit family mentions! (future chapters WILL have smut. they will be tagged accordingly.)

notes: HAPPY PINE-MAS! i’ll be posting chapter two this day next week! let’s get it <33

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Your first mission in the States was a success. Having Pine as a partner was nothing less than irritating, but you both made it out alive with a few scratches and scars to tell the tale. In fact, you both even made it home in time for Christmas. However, since you weren’t due to be home yet, Angela shoved you and Pine into a hotel near a small park that was filled with small Christmas themed stalls with lovely little colored lights around lamp posts.

Yeah. You didn’t get that, either. 

“So why are we stuck in this irritatingly nice hotel? We could just go home, couldn’t we?”

“It could possibly jeopardize our safety,” Pine replied easily, a slight clipped tone accompanying his reply as he continues digging around in his suitcase for a proper jacket. “And our family’s. And we don’t want that around Christmas time, do we?”

You hum at that, absentmindedly rubbing your forearm where your bandage was underneath your own thick jacket. 

You and Jonathan had planned to go out and join the festivities just outside your hotel. There wasn’t much harm in doing that. Angela said to try and have some fun and the two of you could finally be free in two days. Christmas Eve couldn't seem to arrive fast enough for you. 

You just wanted to go home and be alone. You were sick and tired of trying to keep your act up around Jonathan. He seemed so....cheery about the upcoming holiday. 

You? You were less than excited. In actuality, you thought it was just another regular day in December. Most of your family has been gone for years. Either from jobs, unfortunate passings, or just choosing to stay out of your crazy life. And really, you didn’t blame them. You didn’t need them. You had you, yourself, and wine. Your job kept you busy, and you didn’t complain. Work was the only time you excelled. 

And you liked that. 

“Right. Keeping them safe.” You understood what he was preaching this time, at least. Jonathan finally found his jacket and pulled it on over his skin tight sweater then.

Part of you wanted to stay in the hotel. Alone. Order room service. Take off this stupid fake wedding ring you’ve had to use a fourth time for a mission with a man, and just have your alone time while checking your wounds and being sure you were healing properly. But you didn’t want to have questions thrown at you from Jonathan. 

Why don’t you want to come out and get mulled wine? It’s a Christmas staple! You can ice skate wonderfully, get in the holiday spirit, why don’t you? Why—

“Darling, are you zoning out again? Your concussion coming back?”

You scoffed at his question and turned to look at him over your shoulder. “I’m fine. What were you saying?”

“I was asking what you wanted to do first?”

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[bxcketbarnes]

Insomnia

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Words: 3900+

Author’s Note: If you haven’t seen The Night Manager you definitely should. It’s super good and Tom looks incredible as usual. I hope whoever reads this likes it!

Your eyes bulge at the beautiful scenery of Milan as your school group walks towards the hotel you'll be residing in for two weeks. You're so glad that you could afford to come on this trip, wanting to visit Italy for a while, since you were a small child.

"Do you think we'll find some hot guys to fuck around with?" Kayla asks as the two of you walk into the fancy hotel.

You let out a snort and shake your head in reply, looking over at the short brunette. "In the time frame that we have? Maybe. I wouldn't think you can achieve more than just a hookup though," you explain to her as your teacher checks you guys in.

"Hm, true, but it doesn't hurt to try," she states and you nod your head in agreement.

"Okay, everyone!" Your teacher calls out to gather the group's attention. "We've got six rooms with two beds in each room. There's twelve of you so pair up and grab a key."

You and Kaya give each other a look before laughing, the two of you walking towards your teacher. You smile at the older woman as she writes your names down before handing you a key.

"Kaya and Y/N… room 145," she mumbles and you grab the key from her hands. The two of you head towards your room, deciding to relax a bit before you all head out again.

Hours Later…

You toss and turn in the queen-sized bed, a soft sigh leaving your lips as the insomnia kicks in. You throw your covers off of your body before getting up. You quietly grab your room key and glance over at Kayla, seeing her dead asleep.

You envy her, wishing you could be dead asleep. You've been dealing with insomnia since your early teens. You'd be surprised if you ever got a full eight-hour sleep. Most of the time it's about four or five hours.

You hold your breath as you quietly open the door to your room, slipping out before the hall lights can shine into the room. You release a breath after you hear the lock of the door click. You walk around the gorgeous hotel, your eyes looking at every art piece you walk by.

"I'm really surprised Mrs. Smith chose this hotel," you mumble to yourself while heading towards the lobby as you remember seeing a little seating area next to a fireplace.

You didn't notice the man standing at the reception desk as you walk into the lobby, your arms crossing over your chest as you head straight towards the loveseat sofa. The man at the desk watches you as you sit down before grabbing one of the magazines.

His eyes glance towards his watch to see that it's almost 1:45 in the morning. It's not often he sees any guests at this time of hour. You run a hand through your hair as you prop your feet up, another quiet sigh leaving your lips.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss?" An accented voice asks you and you jump in your seat, looking over your shoulder.

Your breath hitches in your throat as a tall man stands beside the couch, his blue suit making his blue eyes stand out just as much. Holy shit he's gorgeous. "U-Uh, no I'm okay," you mumble shyly and the man smiles.

"Are you sure? I can get you a water bottle or something," he offers and you feel your cheeks blush.

"Okay, sure," you smile softly and the sandy brunette nods before walking away from you.

The man returns with a bottle of water and holds it out for you to take. You thank him quietly while grabbing it, feeling your fingertips brush against his. You press your lips together as you could feel butterflies roaming around your stomach.

"May I sit with you?" He asks politely and you nod your head in reply. The man sits in the chair beside you, his blue eyes looking towards the fireplace. "I'm Jonathan Pine, the Night Manager."

"Y/N L/N," you introduce while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and you lean forwards to set the magazine back onto the coffee table. "So, you stay up all night to watch the place?"

A chuckle leaves Jonathan's throat as he nods his head, crossing one of his legs. "I do, yes. Been doing it for years now," he explains and you hum in response.

"Don't you ever get… lonely?" You quietly ask and Jonathan furrows his eyebrows together.

"I've never really thought about that, honestly. I guess I keep myself occupied enough to not really think about it," he mentions and you grab a hold of the pillow beside you, hugging it to your chest. "Real question is why are you up at two in the morning?"

A chuckle leaves your lips as you lean against the arm of the couch, adjusting your position. You prop your feet up on the cushions as you turn towards Jonathan. "Oh, this is usual for me. I suffer from insomnia and don't usually fall asleep until three or three-thirty," you tell him and the man frowns slightly. "That's why I asked you if you ever get lonely because I'm lonely every night."

"Do you want some tea? I have this tea recipe I use when I'm trying to sleep," Jonathan offers and you smile at him, fond of his kindness.

"If you think it'll work, go for it. I could use the sleep," you joke and earn a laugh from the blue-eyed man as well.

Jonathan stands up from his chair before holding out a hand to you. "Come," he smiles softly and you hesitantly reach out to grab his hand.

He pulls you up from the couch and leads you towards his office. "Have you been to Milan before?" He asks while the two of you walk into the office, Jonathan shutting the door behind you.

"First time, actually," you tell him and fiddle with your fingers. "But, I've wanted to come here since I was younger. I'm glad that one of my college courses was able to make my dream come to life."

"That's pretty neat. So, you're here with a school?" Jonathan questions while motioning for you to sit at the small table. "You must be the one staying here for two weeks."

You hum in response as you watch him fill the kettle. How are you so calm right now? This man is beyond gorgeous. You think to yourself as your fingertips tap along the wooden table.

Jonathan grabs a cup from one of his drawers and sets it on the table in front of you. "I hope I'm not making things weird for you," he mumbles and you shake your head immediately.

"Oh, you're fine, Jonathan," you reassure him with a smile. "It's nice to have someone actually care? Like, I've roamed around places I've stayed and no one's stopped to have a conversation with me. Let alone make me tea."

You rest your chin against the palm of your hand as Jonathan lets out a chuckle. "I'm not like many people, darling. Plus, it's my job to take care of our guests," he informs you and your chest clenches a bit, the smile dropping from your lips.

So you didn't do it just because? You hum as you're suddenly not feeling up for tea. You stand up from your chair, gaining the man's attention. "I'm not feeling well," you whisper as you walk towards his office door. "I'm going to head back to my room."

The smile on Jonathan's lips fell as you leave his office without letting him get a word in. He clears his throat while turning off the kettle, not needing it anymore before letting out a sigh. "Was it something I said?" He questions himself while heading back towards his reception desk.

-

A knock on your hotel room door wakes you from your slumber, a small groan leaving your lips as the sun peaks into the room. "Be up and ready in half an hour!" Mrs. Smith calls from outside the door.

You look towards Kayla, seeing her bed empty and already made. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up slowly, glancing towards the alarm clock to see it was almost nine in the morning. "Jesus Christ," you groan and lay back down, placing your arm over your eyes.

"Morning, sunshine!" Kayla beams as she walks out of the bathroom. You move your arm to look over at her before letting out a grunt. "That's what happens when you roam around the hotel for two hours."

You sit up suddenly, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. How does she know that? "What- I-"

"Don't even try to come up with an excuse. I woke up to go to the bathroom last night and you were nowhere in sight," she explains and you deeply sigh.

"Sorry. I have insomnia," you tell her and her eyes soften a bit. "I went to the lobby to sit by the fireplace for a bit."

Kayla sits down beside you as she brushes through her wet hair. "How come you didn't tell me about this? We're best friends," she mumbles sadly and you shrug your shoulders.

"Not many people know. I usually just keep it to myself so no one else has to bother with it," you confess while fiddling with your fingers.

"Well, I care about you. Don't you forget that," she whispers and you give her a soft smile,  thanking her quietly. "Now get dressed. I need some coffee in me."

Kayla patiently waits as you get ready, the brunette scrolling through her phone. You tie your tennis shoes before standing up,  letting her know that you're ready. The two of you walk towards the lobby, your heart dropping a bit as you see Jonathan standing at the desk still.

When does he leave? 

Your friend drags you up to the reception desk, watching her eyes widen as she takes in the man standing in front of her. Jonathan looks up from the computer he's typing on meets your eyes first.

"Good Morning, Y/N," he greets with a soft smile before turning his attention to Kayla, "Miss, what can I help you guys with?"

Kayla quickly glances your way before telling him that she would like a coffee. He simply nods his head and moves away from the desk, doing as she asked. "He knows your name?" She asks you as soon as he disappears.

You rub the back of your neck and nod your head in reply. "I met him last night," you tell her and she slaps your arm, causing you to groan. "What the hell?!"

"You didn't think to tell me you met one of the most handsome guys in Milan?!" She laughs and you shrug your shoulders, feeling your cheeks blush. "Did something happen?"

"No. I'll tell you about it later," you mumble as Jonathan comes back with the coffee Kayla ordered.

She takes it from him with a smile before walking away from the two of you while giving you a look. You hated her sometimes. You think and chuckle to yourself.

"Do you need anything, Y/N?" He asks softly and you shake your head in answer. "Uhm, if you don't mind me asking… have I said something wrong last night that made you run away?"

You press your lips together before looking up at him. "I felt special. You actually made me feel special by taking time out of your night to talk to me… when no one has ever done it, and you ruined it by telling me it's just part of your job. So, what you're saying is that you wouldn't keep me company and offer me tea to help me sleep if you weren't the Night Manager?" You rant on, feeling yourself getting angrier by the second.

Jonathan's eyes widen slightly as you breathe heavily, moving to walk away from him when his hand grabs a hold of your wrist. "I'm sorry," he mumbles and you can see the sadness in his blue eyes. "I… I didn't mean to make you feel that way. That was never my intention."

You pry your wrist from his hand and give him a sad smile. "I've got to go," you mumble quietly as your group begins to walk out the door.

Kayla calls out to you and motions for you to come along when you glance back at Jonathan once more. You swallow thickly and your heart breaks at the look on his face. You shouldn't feel like this. You just met. You take a deep breath as you catch up to everyone else, linking arms with your best friend before walking out the hotel doors.

Jonathan taps his fingers against the desk and scrunches his nose. "That's your girl?" A random person asks and Jonathan glances towards one of the hotel customers.

"Oh, no, sir," he politely tells him with a small smile.

The man scoffs in response and glances back towards the front door. "Could've fooled me. The way the two of you looked at each other. It was like you've been together for years," he explains and Jonathan swallows the lump in his throat before clearing it.

"Heh, no. She's a guest just like you, sir," Jonathan awkwardly laughs while the gentleman working the day shift stands beside the blue-eyed man.

-

"Are you going to visit Jonathan again tonight?" Kayla asks as the group walks into the hotel. It's almost nine-thirty at night when you all return, most students feeling exhausted after today's activities.

You shrug your shoulders and glance towards the reception desk to see Jonathan relieving the man who you assumed works the day shift. His blue eyes meet yours and the two of you smile softly at one another.

"I don't know, maybe," you mumble as the two of you walk towards your room.

"Good Evening, everyone," Jonathan greets and your teacher gives him a warm smile.

You glance over your shoulder at him as you can't help but feel somewhat entranced by the man. A small sigh leaves your lips as you continue towards your room.

"You should. I can tell that the two of you have this unspoken thing going on," Kayla mentions and you hum in response. "I'm just saying… you don't have to follow my advice."

You're twiddling with your fingers as you stare off into the darkness. Tonight's the one night you wish you could fall asleep since you've been out in the sun all day. You're exhausted,  yet here you are, not able to get some shut-eye.

A sigh leaves your lips as you find yourself getting up, deciding to roam around for the second night in a row. Albeit you're a bit nervous to run into Jonathan, but part of you wants to see him again.

You throw a hoodie on before leaving your room quietly. You cross your arms over your chest as you wander into the lobby, seeing Jonathan standing at the reception desk still.

"Hey," you softly call out and the dirty blonde picks his head up, his blue eyes meeting yours before a smile comes to his lips.

"Y/N," Jonathan smiles and lets out a small chuckle, "I'm very surprised the Milan sun hasn't knocked you out."

A snort leaves your lips as you nod your head and rest your arms against the desk in front of you. "Honestly, I am too. I was hoping it would," you mumble loud enough for him to hear.

"If you want I can make that tea I told you about," he offers and your heart flutters at how gentlemanly he is.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Jonathan?" You suddenly ask and his eyes widen a bit before shaking his head. You tsk in response and look into his ocean blue eyes. "It's a shame because anyone would be so lucky to have you."

Jonathan's heart pounds against his chest at your compliment, having not heard it before from a guest… a stranger. A smile comes to his lips before taking a glance down at his shiny shoes.

"Well, thank you, darling. That's quite sweet of you to say." You chuckle softly as Jonathan adjusts the tie he's wearing. "If you're comfortable with it… would you want to come to my room? I can make you some tea and we can just hang out, get to know each other."

You bite your bottom lip softly as you think about it before nodding your head in reply. "As long as you don't murder me, sure," you joke with him and the blue-eyed man lets out a laugh while shaking his head.

"I promise, darling," he grins with a chuckle and logs out of the computer before walking around the desk. "This way."

You fiddle with your fingers as you follow Jonathan down the hall. He glances over his shoulder at you a few times and you give him a reassuring smile when his eyes meet yours.

"What did you guys do today?" Jonathan asks while inviting you into the spacious room.

"Oh, we did so much," you laugh while sitting down in the computer chair, hooking one of your legs beneath you. "We went for breakfast at this cute little Cafe near the hotel and then we went to all the famous tourist attractions. I swear my eyes have never been so wide before. This place is beautiful."

Jonathan grins widely as he listens to you rant while making your tea. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, darling," he mentions and pours the boiling water into the teacup.

"I'm really glad I was able to afford this trip," you chuckle as Jonathan walks towards you with your tea. You swoon a bit as you hear him call you darling once more, taking the cup from his slender fingers. "Thank you for this."

He sits down beside you on the bed and nods his head in response. "It's no problem. I'm hoping it can help you sleep. If so, I'll send you one to your room each night before bed," he offers and your heart flutters in your chest.

"But then I won't be able to have these late-night conversations with you," you whisper while looking up at him through your lashes.

You drink a sip of your tea as it becomes quiet between the two of you. You hum in delight at the taste of the drink and set it down on the nightstand beside you.

"Is it weird that I feel so close to you when I barely know you?" You suddenly ask and Jonathan raises an eyebrow. A dry laugh leaves your lips as you fiddle with your fingers. "I must sound crazy. It's just-"

"I feel it too," he mumbles loud enough for you to hear and your breath hitches in your throat. "There was this customer yesterday… he said that the way you and I looked at each other was the way a couple who's been together for years looks at each other."

You swallow thickly as you can feel yourself growing tired. "Maybe this is God bringing us together or something…" You trail off as you lay back on the bed. "Damn that tea really helps. Are you sure you didn't spike it?"

Jonathan frowns at your joke and shakes his head in response. "Of course not, darling. I would never," he softly tells you and you smile up at him before your eyes flutter shut.

The blue-eyed man stands up from the bed and adjusts your body so you're lying completely on the bed. He covers you up with the duvet before grabbing your cup of tea and places it in the little kitchenette area.

"Sleep well," he whispers to your unconscious body before flicking off the light and returning to the lobby.

-

Kayla's eyes widen when she wakes up as you're not sleeping in the bed beside her. "Y/N," she calls out, and her heart pounds in her chest when you don't reply. The brunette flings herself out of her bed and rushes towards the bathroom to see it empty. "Oh, no."

She quickly throws some clothes on before running out of the room. Kayla makes her way towards the lobby as she spots Jonathan standing at the reception desk, talking to the man who'll take over for him.

"Jonathan, right?" She calls out to him and the dirty blonde picks his head up.

"Yes, Miss?" He asks politely and Kayla breathes heavily as she frantically looks around.

"I… have you seen Y/N? She's not in our room," Kayla mumbles and Jonathan gives her a small smile while placing a hand on her arm in reassurance.

"Do not fret. Y/N fell asleep in my room last night. That's where she is now if you want me to bring you to her," Jonathan offers and Kayla lets out a breath of relief.

Thank God. The brunette thinks while nodding her head in reply. Jonathan leads her to where you're currently finishing up breakfast while watching whatever the blue-eyed man put on the television.

You pick your head up when you hear the door opening, your eyes widening a bit as you see Kayla walk into the room before Jonathan. "You gave me a scare, Y/N!" She immediately says and you give her a small smile while mumbling an apology. "I'm just thankful you were in Jonathan's hands rather than a stranger."

"Jonathan is kind of a stranger, Kayla," you laugh while covering your mouth, finishing the food you're eating. "But, I get what you mean."

A sigh leaves your best friend's lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. "So, what happened?"

"We were sitting here talking and whatnot and the tea he made me that would help me sleep better worked quicker than I expected it to. I ended up falling asleep on the bed," you explain to her as your eyes move to Jonathan, seeing him standing in the corner of his room.

"You take good care of her or I swear to-"

"Kayla!" You scold her embarrassingly, feeling your cheeks heat up as Jonathan lets out a laugh.

"I promise to take good care of her. No matter what," he says in his beautiful English accented voice.

Your best friend lets out a sigh of relief before turning to leave the room. "I'll let Mrs. Smith know that you're feeling ill," she gives you a wink and walks out the door.

"God," you mumble to yourself and hide your face in your hands. You feel Jonathan sit down beside you, his hand resting on your blanket-covered thigh. "Sorry about her she can be-"

"It's quite alright, darling. I understand where she's coming from," he grins and you giggle softly. "But, now that you're ill… I can spend the day with you. If that's what you want anyway."

You grin widely and look up at the beautiful man. "That would be fun, Jonathan," you tell him and lean forward to kiss his cheek.

Jonathan's eyes stare into yours as he brings his hands to your cheeks before connecting his lips with yours. A small gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening before fluttering shut. You begin to kiss him back while bringing one of your hands to his shoulder, your fingers gripping the suit jacket he's wearing.

After about a minute Jonathan pulls away from you, a stupid grin on both of your lips as the two sit in silence. "Okay… that… felt really good," you whisper out causing the blue-eyed man to chuckle in response.

"Well, there's more where that came from."

[chocnat]

Hii...Can I request a Jonathan Pine x reader fic where the reader is a junior working with Pine . And she is really good at her job but is really mischievous like Loki! She is carefree and goofy. She is a pain in the ass ...always annoys Pine. But he finds her amusing and secretly likes her but he always acts tough with her , he scolds and even punishes her with more work maybe...till he can't hide it anymore. Is it alright ?! 🥺

Here you go, anon! Thank you for trusting me to write your ideas! I hope you’ll this piece. Sorry if it took a long time for me to post it, I had to have it beta-read. Shout out to the amazing @kaogasm for being my beta-reader for this piece!

Title was inspired by Show Me Love by Hundred Waters. I kept playing the song while writing this.

Here’s some Jonathan Pine-ing for y’all!

Show Me Love | A Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager) one-shot

Summary: Jonathan Pine takes you under his wing in The Nefertiti Hotel. Unlike Pine, you were the outgoing kind, his polar opposite. He found it bothersome at first but later on he understood you. Later on he would realize you were making him feel things he didn't want to feel.

Preview:

Pine entered the back office and found the safe open again. He sighed, pushed the door closed, and went back to the front desk. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to keep the nerves calm and steady. He found you logging in names on the leather notebook on the front desk and he called your last name.

You stopped writing and peered over your shoulder. “Yes, Mr. Pine?”

He folded his arms on his chest. “How many times do I have to tell you to close the safe after you get something there?” He said in a steady voice, though you could hear the slight change in his tone.

You straightened up. “I’m sorry. Did I leave it open again?” You pointed the end of the pen in the direction of the back office.

He closed his eyes and his lips were pressed further in a straight line. “I wouldn’t be saying that if you didn’t.” His pale eyes bore down on you.

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Holiday in Cairo - Jonathan Pine x Reader(f)

Author’s Notes: Alright, here we go. I’m branching out into the other fandoms that I’m in. Hopefully you all won't send me hate for this lol.

Word Count: 2k+

Notes/Warnings: minor harassment, fluff, flirting, a sleazy friend, more flirting

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You’d just wanted to be alone. This holiday with your friend was meant to help you relax but all she’d done was add to your stress. It started with her harassing the airline about upgrading your seats and went on from there. It seemed like nothing pleased her...except maybe the male staff at the hotel.

From a first glance, it may look like you were jealous of her but the truth was you were just over it. You’d known her for years and the amount of men she’d gone through was astounding.

So, when she found herself, once again, occupied by the bell boy, you’d managed to slip away to the hotel bar.

The Nefertiti Hotel was swanky to say the least and it’s amenities were extensive. Lucky for you, your friend had “persuaded” the bartender to give the both of you free drinks for the entirety of your stay.

You waved him over to ask for your second drink when a man sat in the seat next to you and leaned in uncomfortably close.

“Whatcha havin’, sweetheart?” He croaked in your ear.

When you finally looked at him he clearly surpassed you in age by at least three decades. You scoffed, “Nothing from you, thanks.”

The bartender looked at you and you met his eyes, praying that your silent look of help was received. He walked away without getting you a drink and made his way to the phone at the other end of the bar.

The man beside you inhaled and put his hand on your knee.

You swatted it away, “Hands off, old man,” you said with a glare.

“Come on, darlin’, I’m just getting you warmed up.  I’ll pay real good.” He smirked.

You could teall he’d had a few too many.

“I’m not a hooker.” You spoke as clear as possible in hopes that your message would penetrate his thick skull.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, and I’m the queen of England.”

“I’m serious. Beat it.” You were really at the edge of your limits. If he didn’t get out of that chair in three seconds you were going to swing on him, old man or not.

The man snarled at you then took a deep breath, as if he had something nasty to say but before he could,

“Excuse me, Miss Y/L/N?”

A tall, dirty-blonde, gentleman with a name tag on his left shoulder put a hand at the back of your chair. ‘Jonathan Pine’, it read.

The old geyser beside you faltered and his face washed over with something you couldn’t quite place. Shock, guilt maybe?

“That’s me,” you answered.

“I must apologize for Mr. Harris’ lack of propriety.” He patted Mr. Harris on the shoulder before gripping it so firmly that the old man winced. "Unfortunately, Mr. Harris is, once again, at the wrong hotel. Also, sir," he smiled at Mr. Harris, "Your wife called looking for you. She seemed quite worried, something about a medication for-"

At this point, the old man had lost all aggression and now wore a mask of shame. “Yes, yes. Aright, I’m going!” he shushed Jonathan, clearly embarrassed.

Jonathan smiled and held an arm out, showing him the way to the door. Once Mr. Harris exited the doorway to the bar a large man followed closely behind him to make sure he left the property.

Jonathan turned to you, "My apologies. Are you alright?"

You could only nod.

His smile to you was much less forced than it was a moment ago. "Mr. Harris has been here every night for the last week. Thankfully, his wife confessed that tonight was their last night in Cairo. You shouldn't have to deal with him again. Oh, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Jonathan Pine. I’m the night manager here.”

 “Pleasure,” You squeaked out.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

You were stunned. He was gorgeous and kind and talking to...you. "I- um, no, no. It's fine, I'm fine."

"Please, are you sure you're alright? I saw him touch you. Shall I phone the police?"

Your eyes widened. "No, no. It's-" Well, it wasn't fine but you were already embarrassed from all the attention he was giving you. "Really, it's okay. Thank you for making him leave."

He waved the bartender over, "Another for her please." He turned back to you, "How about this. Tomorrow, around, say 10 a.m., you head down to the spa and I will make sure you are well relaxed, full treatment, on the house."

"Oh, my gosh, no. I can't let you do that," you flushed.

"I'm afraid my mind is quite made up." He smirked.

You put your head in your hands as you leaned on the bar top. "This is so embarrassing."

He sat beside you but not before adjusting the chair so that he was a full two feet from you. "Why on earth is this embarrassing? You were wronged under my watch and I intend to make it up to you."

"You don't even know me." You finally looked to him, having been given your second glass of liquid courage.

"I know you're not a hooker."

You laughed and nearly choked on your drink. You nodded, “Right.”

He chuckled beside you.

“I really do appreciate you getting rid of him, though.”

“Of course.” He smiled. There was a pause between you for a moment. He looked like he was about to say something when another gentleman approached him.

“Mr. Pine,” He said slightly timidly, “I’m sorry to interrupt but you’re needed at the front desk.”

“Yes, thank you.” He answered and then turned to you. “I’m afraid duty calls.”

“Of course,” you smiled at him, although you couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed that he had to leave.

“I hope you enjoy your day tomorrow. Remember ten o’ clock sharp.”

Right, the spa. “Ten o’ clock, got it. Thank you, Jonathan.”

He paused when you said his name and smiled at you. “Have a lovely evening Miss Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” you corrected.

“Y/N.” He nodded. “Good night.”

*  *  *  *  *  *

Your day at the spa was absolutely wonderful. Jonathan had made sure that the staff treated you like royalty. Or at least that's how you imagined it. In all honesty there may have been a fancier package or services that you didn’t receive but it didn’t matter. What he had arranged for you was a dream. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. It was heaven.

Your friend, Olivia, hadn’t seemed to even notice you’d been gone all day. No text or calls asking where you were, nothing. You figured you should be upset about it but if you were honest with yourself, it was actually kind of nice.

You walked out into the lobby in your day dress and found Olivia in the lounge with a man at her side. You rolled your eyes.

Something made her turn around and she caught sight of you.

“Y/N!” She smiled and waved you over. “There you are! I’m famished, let’s head into town for dinner.”

“Just the two of us?” You asked, glazing quickly at the man- no boy… he couldn’t have been over twenty.

“Of course, sily. Who else would be coming.” She hopped up from the couch and made her way to you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the front doors.

You looked over your shoulder at the boy she’d abandoned and were surprised to see that he didn’t seem offended. In fact, he stood up and put on his work shirt, buttoning the buttons and adjusting his name tag before walking off.

You rolled your eyes, of course.

Dinner would have been lovely if Oliva’d had any tact at all. Instead, she relentlessly flirted with the wait staff and even “snuck” off to the employee bathroom.

You’d finally had the last of it.

When Olivia returned to her seat you lashed out.

“Really?” You looked over at her incredulously. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Enough of what?” She actually had the nerve to look confused.

“Tell me, how many people have you slept with since we left my apartment? Hm? Twenty, thirty? You are going to get tested, right?”

“Y/N!” She looked at you shocked.

You didn’t give her any more time to speak. “I mean, really. What is the point of bringing me along on trips like this? You don’t spend any time with me and on the off chance that we happen to be in the same place at the same time, you’re busy trying to find your next lay.”

Olivia’s jaw dropped.

“I appreciate you inviting me but, honestly, what’s the point?”

“Well!” Olivia finally composed herself enough to be offended. “Who I sleep with is none of your business-”

“We share a room, Olivia!” You shouted quietly, trying not to make a scene in the busy restaurant. “Who else’s business should it be?”

“Well,” Olivia started to collect her things, “Since you’re having such an awful time with me, maybe I’ll just leave.”

You shook your head. She was trying to make you feel bad but it wasn’t working. “Won’t be any different from the rest of the trip.”

She let out a, “Ugh!” and stormed off.

You took a deep breath and sipped on the last of your wine. It was a long awaited argument and you were relieved to get it over with.

On the one hand, Olivia was the reason you traveled so much but on the other, you shouldn’t have to wait for her to plan a trip to go somewhere. You decided right then and there that you’d start to travel more… by yourself, or at least with someone other than her.

“Excuse me?” A familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You looked up to see Jonathan standing beside you. He was in tan slacks and a white linen shirt. As relaxed as he looked he was still handsome.

“Hi, fancy seeing you here.” You offered a quick smile.

“I’m sorry but I happened to see what happened between you and Olivia and I wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Oh,” You wonder how he’d seen it.

“May I?” He asked and put his hand on a chair.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry. Please, sit.”

Jonathan sat beside you and waved over a waitress. “Another glass for the lady and a scotch for me, thanks.”

You waited for the waitress to leave before leaning onto the table. “‘I’m sorry but you said you...watched my fight with Olivia?”

“Yes, I stopped in for dinner before I have to go to work later.”

Ah, that made sense. “Right. Well, I’m sorry you had to see that then.”

“You don’t seem sorry.” He smirked.

“For upsetting her, no. That you had to see it, yes.”

The waitress returned with your drinks and both you and Jonathan took a sip.

“So, what was it about? If I may.” He asked.

You took a deep breath, “We just have very different ways of vacationing. I like to enjoy the amenities and she likes to tease the men.”

Jonathan laughed into his glass as he took another sip.

“This dinner is the most I’ve seen her in the past week and I’m glad to see her go.”

“Well, hopefully you can enjoy your holiday now.”

“I already am.” You flirted vaguely. “Thank you for the spa day, by the way. That was really kind of you.”

He nodded with a subtle smile. “I just hope it makes up for what you had to deal with last night.”

“I’ve had worse, honestly, but I still appreciate it. You’ll definitely be getting a rave review from me.”

“I didn’t do it for the review.” He looked at you seductively.

You raised your brows and chuckled. “Is that so.”

“Tell you what,” He perked up from lounging in his char and now leaned close to you. “How about I show you around town? A real tour, not the ones for tourists. Give you a proper holiday in Cairo before you go.”

“Oh?” You smirked.

“The food here is great but it’s nothing like the home cooked meals by the locals.”

“Sounds lovely.” You agreed.

“How about tomorrow?” He asked, taking your hand.

“Tomorrow? But don’t you work tonight? Won’t you be exhausted?”

“Oh we won’t go out until the afternoon.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. “The best part of Cairo is it’s desert sunsets and I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

You leaned closer and lowered your voice. “But then we’ll be all the way out there in the dark.”

“How fortunate for us.”

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[ragnarachael]

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” heheheh -@minssmutblog <3

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You and Jonathan's current mission landed you both in the same bed again.

If the two of you weren't "fraternizing"—or whatever Angela had teasingly called it—and still hated each other, you would absolutely hate how you're practically wrapped up in him. But, that was missions ago. Now, as you lay in the warm bed, you can't help but find yourself being content.

His scent was invading every sense, from his arms wrapped around you protectively, all the way down to his legs tangled with your own just from demand last night.

You laughed to yourself. Last night.

Last night Jonathan had acted like the drunk idiot this time around, and ended up wacking his forehead into the corner of the wall on your way up to the elevators. He had a small cut on his forehead, but he seemed to end up okay even if he's sleeping like a rock.

Wiggling out from his iron grip was easy when you were stripped down for the most part, in your usual panties and small top combo you sleep in, the skin on skin contact between the two of you so early made you shiver. Once you were standing on even ground, staring down at Jonathan as he snored away, you noticed the sun was fighting to trickle in through the curtains.

It must have been early, then. You could barely make out anything.

You shuddered before you could make it to the bathroom, holding back a huff in annoyance before you padded around the room quickly to grab at the first shirt you could feel. Anything was better than this cropped shirt now that you were out of bed.

Your hand was met with a soft fabric that was tossed over one of the chairs in your small seating area the hotel room provided. You trailed your hand further along the seam to feel for the sleeves.

A long sleeve, you finally determined.

You were quick to pull it on then, blindly tugging it over your head as you make your way to the bathroom. It doesn't take long to pull your head through the hole and have your arms find the arm holes as you just step over the soon to be bright bathroom's threshold.

After reliving yourself and brushing your teeth, you exit the bathroom only to be met with Jonathan awake, and sitting on the bed as he stared at the bathroom door intently.

"Uh, yes?"

"You left the bed."

"I did," you reply plainly, trying to hold back a laugh. "What's wrong with me going to the bathroom?"

Jonathan didn't reply right away, scanning your body up and down as you start to tug the long sleeves of the shirt you're wearing down since your hands were picking up the chill of the room.

"Is that my shirt?"

You tilt your head, the other sleeve finally falling over your hand. You turn your head down to look at the shirt.

It was a deep navy fabric. Small knit patterns.

The same shirt Jonathan wore just the other day when you went out to dinner together.

"You mean our shirt?" You question back casually, hands grabbing the bottom hem that rested against your thighs. Jonathan let out a breathy laugh that still sounded thick with sleep, shifting slightly on the bed.

"Just shut up and get back to bed before we have a bigger problem to deal with."

"Bigger problem means your cock, doesn't it?" You tease, smirking as you make your way back to bed.

Jonathan held back a laugh this time with a fond smile, extending his arms towards you as you take your time. "Shut that pretty mouth of yours before I do it for you."

[ragnarachael]

“He doesn’t belong with you!” “Than who do I belong with?” “…..with me.”

- the night manager anon ;)

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"He just left me there," you mumbled, wiping at your eyes with your hoodie sleeves as Jonathan clanked around in the kitchen. "Fucking asshole."

"I'm sorry I didn't beat him sooner," Jonathan replied gently once he handed over your hot chocolate and sitting next to you on the couch.

"'S not your fault," you said while nursing the warm mug. "I've probably should have broken up with him anyways. He's always doing this—"

"Pardon me?"

You didn't have the heart to look up at Jonathan. His tone could have made you flinch alone if you weren't used to it already.

"Look at me." You did as he asked. "He's always doing this?"

"Well, I try to give him the benefit of the doubt—"

"You don't deserve that. He doesn't deserve you." His hand moves to cup your jaw, not an uncommon thing Jonathan does. "You broke up with him then and there, right?"

You stayed silent, leaning into Jonathan's touch as your hands somehow traveled to place your hot chocolate mug down on a flat surface. He takes a deep breath in, the grip on your chin tightening slightly before he lets go of you.

"You and I both know he doesn't belong with you."

You withhold your scoff, sniffling as your eyes start to sting again. You hear what sounds like disappointment in his voice. He shifts in his seat, looking forwards and placing his tea on the table, hands clasped together in his lap.

You've done enough damage tonight. You just want to go to bed.

"Then who do I belong with, Jonathan? It's not like I have men lining up to my door—"

"With me."

You froze all together as you tried to process his words.

"What?"

"With....with me," he repeats. "Listen, I know this is the worst possible time to do this—"

"Unfortunately, yes, Jonathan, it is," you reply quietly. You're too full of emotions right now to handle what's happening. "Look, I understand what you mean, but I'm...I'm not in the right state to have this conversation."

"I know," he responds quietly.

You take it upon yourself to shift up closer to his side, one hand finding the side of his face so Jonathan can actually look at you. "Hey."

"Hi."

"Give me a weeks time, okay? By then, this will be blown over, and we can talk. Alright?"

Jonathan's eyes were glassy as his gaze bore into your own. You knew he could tell you were being genuine. Why wouldn't you be?

"Alright."

You force a small smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Alright."