A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles – First time taking Pine out for a spin… I have thought about exploring with him before.. I do think I’ll be doing it again.. Though might give him friends next time…
Prompt: Jan 3rd “You make it very hard to think.”
You were supposed to be distracting other men. Not him.
But when you stepped into the room in nothing but the silk hotel robe, loosely tied and clinging to curves it had no business touching, you saw the exact moment Jonathan Pine forgot how to breathe.
His eyes darkened, mouth parted like he was about to speak, but nothing came out.
"You make it very hard to think," he said finally, voice tight with restraint.
You smiled, slow and knowing. "That was the idea."
He shook his head like he could clear it. “You were meant to be drawing attention at the bar.”
You moved closer, letting the robe slip just enough to bare a sliver of skin. "Then maybe you should stop looking. So I can get dressed"
He didn’t. Couldn’t.
“My job is to keep an eye on you,” he said, almost to himself.
You tilted your head, gaze dragging over his sharp cheekbones and jaw. "We both know you want to do more than look, Pine."
He reached for you as though helpless to do anything else. Hands gentle but urgent, one gliding up your thigh, the other pressing to your lower back to draw you in.
Your mouth met his in a kiss that was soft at first but deepened as your fingers threaded through his hair.
“This is a terrible idea,” you whispered.
He lifted you without warning, carried you across the room until your back hit the wall. The robe puddled to the floor. His hips pinned yours in place.
“Yes,” he breathed against your throat. “Terrible.”
His hands found your wrists, raising them overhead, pinning you with nothing but pressure and praise. Even as you gasped his name, you couldn’t help but smile.
Because you made Jonathan Pine forget everything else.
Summary: A long weekend together brings some fears to the surface.
Warnings: Implied smut, Insecure reader, Talk of cheating. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is 40+ years old and female. No physical descriptors used.
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The holidays could already be such a stressful time but throw in traveling to England to meet Jonathan's parents and it was downright anxiety inducing. You've talked with them over video chat and they seem like such lovely people, but meeting them in person feels different. Especially after a long flight!
You've set aside far more clothes than you know you'll actually need for the trip. They're all ready to be packed up just as soon as you get the gifts picked out and wrapped up to store with the clothes. You're not sure if you'll end up buying something fragile so it makes sense to wait to pack the clothes until you know if you'll need them for extra padding to keep the gifts safe. You'll never forget your trip home from Mexico, ages ago now, where a bottle of soda you were trying to bring home got cracked and spilled all over everything.
And then there's the question of what to get Jonathan for Christmas! The man can be so difficult to shop for. Especially when you don't know what he's getting you. You don't want your gift to seem "less than" his. Yes, it's not a competition, but the worry still nags at you. Especially when Jonathan is the reason there was a price cap put on the Secret Santa gifts for the department. He doesn't care about price, he wants to give the perfect gift. What if he's hurt because he thinks you didn't put as much attention into his gift as he did into yours?
And there are so many unknowns about his parents! You've got the basics from Jonathan about how his mother collects porcelain flowers, his father's favorite hobby is baking. But these facts can only get you so far. Especially on a budget! Sometimes you wish you were as skilled as Jake's wife. All her homemade stuff was incredible.
Taking a deep breath, you get your bearings. Flowers for Mum and something baking related for Da. Maybe you can find something for both of them in the same store. Or will they pick up on that and think you didn't want to spend a lot of time on their gift? No! No spiraling, you've got a plan, just stick with it.
While you're shopping you pass by a lingerie store advertising their Christmas themed items. An idea forms in your mind. They don't cater to a woman of your size but maybe you could find a store that does? Would it be the kind of gift Jonathan appreciates? Or would he think it's more a gift for you? No, he'll understand it's for him, right? Especially if you explain he's the reason you feel up to wearing something so revealing.
You smirk as you make a mental note to find some Christmas lingerie in your size.
In another part of town, Jonathan is also stressing about the upcoming holiday. He hasn't brought a lady home to meet his parents since secondary school. And now he's bringing a woman from another country. A woman who makes him melt. A woman who deserves the most perfect, meaningful gift he can find.
As part of his gift searching, Jonathan walks around various markets downtown. He knows from experience that the perfect gift can be found in surprising locations. Whether it be a street vendor, a brick and mortar shop, a mall, a secondhand store, the perfect gift could come from any kind of place.
Plus, the walking required for it helps him work out some of his anxiety. It's your second Christmas as a couple, sure. But the first one came so quickly after you had gotten together you were both still very much in the honeymoon phase. Everything was a perfect gift! Chocolates, kisses, wooing you in French, spending time with you. They were such wonderful gifts for himself as well.
Jonathan looks into the windows of a jewelry shop. You deserve to dress as richly as the queen you are. Perhaps there's something meaningful to the both of you that he can find here. Naturally the place is crowded. So close to Christmas, there are people everywhere. Jonathan knows the pains of working customer service this time of year so he keeps himself schooled into a polite smile, doing his best to keep out of everyone's way.
He's about to head out when his attention is caught by a purple rose necklace. A purple rose, symbolic of how enchanting you are. A heart shaped pendant to show you have his whole heart, or even to show how beautiful your own heart is. The diamonds to symbolize how much you've enriched his life. It's perfect!
Jonathan looks up and eagerly awaits for a salesperson to get to him.
As he waits, another piece catches his eye, a rose gold ring. Apparently it's from their Disney collection, meant to be a ring for Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Jonathan's breath catches. It's too early for rings, right? Oh, but this would be perfect for you are his Rose and you melt so beautifully when he calls you "ma belle".
But it's far too early to get you a ring...isn't it?
He knows he'll never be able to move on from you. He knows you have his heart, even his soul if you wanted.
But you'd only been together for a little over a year and neither of you have brought up the prospect of marriage yet.
Yes, it's far too soon to get a ring, to be thinking of marriage.
But that ring is perfect for you. Possibly even more perfect than the necklace.
Maybe he should get both and hold onto the ring, just in case.
Part of the 500 Follower Celebration
Requested by: @silverfire475 | View request here
Summary: On the way home after his shift at the hotel, Jonathan stumbles upon a coffee shop that might have just given your lives a turn for the better
Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, do not try me); unprotected p in v; shower sex; implied oral sex (f receiving); scenes mentioning terminal illness; scenes implying consideration of assisted death; potentially inaccurate depiction of mythical drinks; language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: magical coffee shop au
Dick-tionary:
» smut scene starts at "What are you up to, sweetheart?" and ends at "I love you so much."
» fade to black oral smut scene starts at "You grasped the collar" and ends at next story divider
The lack of your presence in bed when Jonathan woke this morning was no cause for concern. In fact, hope bloomed in his heart that today would be the start of events taking a turn for the better.
It had been far too long since the two of you had one of those days.
He made quick work to pull a shirt over his head and run a hand through his hair, excited to fix you a decadent breakfast before he left for his shift at the hotel.
What was a cause for concern, however, was how he found you in the living room the moment he stepped out of your shared bedroom. Your mouth pressed into a grim line as you hung up the phone, a notepad and a pamphlet on the coffee table in front of you. The logo and the name on the front had his heart pounding away in his ears.
Dignitas
"Sweetheart." His throat closed up, almost unable to form any words. "We still have time. And there's no need to make a reservation, I don't think they stay occupied for long."
You gave him a somber smile at his dry attempt of a joke. "I…I know, babe. I know. I just…I wanna make sure of all the details so you don't have to worry as much after--"
"Y/N, stop." He crouched in front of you, tears welling in his eyes. It pained him beyond belief that you even had to think of details like this considering what you were already dealing with. The only thing that should be occupying your mind was building your strength. Hoping that whatever medication the doctors try out will finally start turning things around for the better.
But he also knew you were both steadily running out of time. And your words from around nine months ago began to echo in his mind, his heart feeling hollow at the memory.
We'll give it a year of our best effort. But if things don't look great at the end of it, I don't want to let this thing get the satisfaction of withering me into a shell of myself. I wanna go out on my own terms, while I'm still strong enough to make those choices.
"We still have time," he said again desperately. Three more months. You promised me at least that. "Maybe this round will have better results."
Your tearful expression nearly mirrored his perfectly, reaching over to frame his face in your comparatively smaller hands before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Jonathan, we have to come to terms with the possibility that things won't get better. That…there might be no beating this."
"Please no," he was barely able to choke out., fighting back the sobs that wracked his chest. "We've only just found each other, we haven't had enough time."
"I know, I know, sweetie. And it's not fair that we don't get to have more time." Hot tears began to stream down your face as your thumbs traced his features, and it broke his heart realizing what you were doing. You were memorizing his face. "But this is the hand we were dealt. And it's a shitty hand but there's no changing it."
He placed his hands over yours, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. "All I ask is that we don't make any plans to go to Switzerland before the year's up," he murmured against your skin. "I want all the time I can get with you. I don't want to lose you a moment sooner than I absolutely have to."
When you nodded, keeping your eyes glued to the floor, he pulled you into his arms, laying your head on his shoulders as your body began to shake with your suppressed sobs. "I'm sorry," you told him, your words muffled by his shirt. "I love you."
"And I love you." He gently lifted you back onto the couch, making sure to take the pamphlet far away from you. "We'll revisit this together if the time comes. Until then I'm keeping this far away from you." He placed the offensive piece of paper into his back pocket before grabbing his phone and his keys before crouching down in front of you again. "Now…what would my beautiful fiance want for me to bring her home tonight?"
You gave him a smile that couldn't reach those somber eyes, and that cracked away at his heart even more. Those eyes that used to be so full of life, so excited to face the day ahead and go on new adventures hand in hand with him…now that light barely flickered, just enough to show that there was still someone in there. But whether they were fighting or simply waiting was anyone's guess. "Surprise me," was all you said.
The first thing he did when he got to the hotel was make a beeline for the back office facilities and put the Dignitas pamphlet through the shredder. He didn't even want to know that it was still in one piece, let alone within your reach, for at least the next three months.
He'd gone through the next nine hours essentially on autopilot, coordinating anything that the hotel guests may need, delegating where needed, and brushing off any advances from those that were far too forward by flashing a prop wedding band around his left ring finger and informing them that he was "a happily married man". It was a half-truth, but one he had every intention of turning into your reality before you decided that your time together had reached its end.
Jonathan would marry you. He'd marry you tomorrow in the chapel down the block if you were up to it.
He only began to perk up once he'd changed out of his hotel suit and was on his way back to you, stopping by at the new coffeeshop that had just opened a few doors down. Maybe he could bring you home a nice little pastry. Or a sweet drink.
The barista gave him a bright smile as he walked in, the establishment only housing two other patrons, one that was sketching away on a pad, and the other that had their nose buried in a giant tome of a book. "Hi there! I'm Eva, what can I get started for you?"
"Oh erm…I'm not really all that adept when it comes to ordering these kinds of drinks, that's usually my partner. What would you recommend?"
"I see…how about this, then, Mister…?"
"Pine."
"Right then. Mr Pine…why don't you tell me about your partner and I'll make something that I think would suit both her and you?"
A pressure seemed to lift from his shoulders. This…this I can do. "For one, she loves books. Completely loses herself in a good story. She used to love spending the day outdoors just happily flipping away at the pages of her latest paperback or breezing through her Kindle."
"Used to?" the girl caught on quick. "What happened?"
His shoulders slumped again, the weight on them returning. "She got sick. And it spread faster than we could get a handle on it." His heart constricted in his chest as he found the words tumbling out without much difficulty. "She has three months."
Eva became misty eyed over his story, and seeing how it was tearing him apart to even talk about what was in your tragically near future. "I'm so sorry," she said softly before turning to face the bar, fixing together two drinks that seemed to have a generous helping of a milk and honey mixture. Then after she placed the drinks on the counter, she placed a rather delectable looking slice of apple pie in a box. "Best with a heaping scoop of vanilla ice cream," she said while she rung up his bill. "She'll get much better after a really good dessert."
Jonathan gave her a sad smile as he paid his bill, brushing off her comment about getting better. The sentiment was sweet, but sadly he knew better.
The chances that there would be a light at the end of this tunnel…were slim to none.
He found you sitting at the exact same spot where he left you when he walked through the doors of your home. You perked up a touch when you looked up at him, seeing the drinks and the bags in his hands. And then you sniffed the air. "Apple pie?"
He couldn't help but chuckle, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose before placing the box down, as well as a pint of vanilla ice cream next to it. "That nose of yours is truly a marvel."
You took your drink from him with both hands, taking another sniff. "Smells like honey. Expensive honey."
He nodded. "It looked like honey, but I didn't ask what it was." You tapped your cup to his before you both took a sip, the rich and creamy sweetness coating your tongues upon contact.
It had to have been a trick of the light, but he could have sworn you became a touch less pale after a few sips. Even more so when you took a bite of the apple pie with the ice cream, letting out a soft moan at the taste of the decadent buttery crust and the perfectly thick apple filling. "You really know how to spoil a girl, Mr Pine."
He reached over, swiping his thumb at the corner of your mouth as he gave you a bittersweet smile. "Anything for the future Mrs Pine."
You woke the next morning with a strange newfound strength. A kind that you hadn't felt since getting that curse of a diagnosis. Maybe even before then.
You tentatively stood up from the bed, shocked to your core to find that no part of you felt weak or straining. Rather your muscles simply just felt the way they did when you had spent far too long being sedentary, and they itched to be used again, wanting more than anything to go on a jog. Or perhaps show up to a dance class.
What had you even more shocked was discovering you could stretch without your insides threatening to make you double over in pain. You didn't just not feel weak, you felt strong. Brimming with energy that begged to be expended.
The sound of the shower had you deciding in no time just how you wanted to spend this newfound strength. You made quick, fumbling work to divest yourself of your sweats before joining your fiance in the shower.
"What are you up to, sweetheart?" You could practically hear how he smirked as he asked you.
Instead of answering him, you stepped closer behind him, taking a prolonged moment to appreciate how the hot water droplets traveled down his perfectly sculpted back muscles. You wrapped your arms around his midsection, your hands roaming the well-cut defined lines of his abdomen before traveling up to roam his chest.
"You're playing quite the dangerous game, my love," he rasped, placing his hands over yours. His muscles shivered, a shaky breath escaping him at your touch. When you pressed your lips to his back, softly humming against his skin, that seemed to break him, your fiance letting out a guttural groan before turning to face you. "My sweet Y/N, if you keep this up I may not be able to control myself."
You threw your arms around his neck, his hand instinctively splaying over your back as you rose to your tiptoes to pull him into an impassioned kiss. "I woke up today feeling good. Really good. Best I've felt in a while," you told him, moaning into his mouth when he pulled you even closer before kissing you again, his hand moving lower to grasp your thigh before hooking your leg over his hip. "And all I can think of right now is how to feel…even better."
Your hand moved down, softly caressing his chest and abdominal muscles again before moving even lower, your fingers tentatively wrapping around his hardening length. There was a thrill that shot through you, seeing how your touch affected him, his eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washed over him. He moaned your name, moving to press you against the wall. "Hold on to me, sweetheart."
You bit your lip as you followed his instructions, holding on to his water-slickened shoulders while he adjusted his hold on you. He lined your hips together before reaching between you and positioned the tip of his length at your entrance, his shuddering exhale warming your face as he moved it up and down your slick folds.
"If you start feeling faint, you need to tell me right away, am I clear, Y/N?" You managed to nod before you threw your head back, arching into him when he started to enter you in shallow thrusts, each taking him in deeper and deeper. Once he bottomed out he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out an obscene moan. "Fuck, sweetheart you feel divine." He kissed along your collarbone, nipping and sucking a bruise onto the base of your throat. "It's been too long, my love, I don't think--"
You knew exactly what he meant. "I know, I know--Oh f-fuck!" Your joint moans filled the bathroom as his fingers found your clit and started rubbing in tight circles. It was like your entire body came alive like a live wire as your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching and milking his cock as he filled you with his release.
His thrusts slowed, and he pressed his forehead to your temple, kissing your cheek. "I love you so much."
It warmed your heart how gently he handled you afterwards, finishing up your now joint shower and wrapping a towel around you before stepping out of the bathroom hand in hand.
Once he was dressed for work he pulled you into his arms one more time, kissing your temple before whispering in your ear, "That was an incredible start to the day, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight."
Jonathan couldn't seem to wipe off the smile that spread across his face through the first hours of his shift, his mind constantly drifting back to his time in the shower with you. To say that it caught him by surprise would be an understatement, but the surprise was more than welcome. The last few months, you could barely stand up and walk to the other side of the apartment without getting winded. And as far as he was concerned, the newfound strength was the best sign he could ask for that maybe things were finally taking a turn for the better.
Even the sight of the hotel guests that were starkly different from what he had grown accustomed to didn't seem to faze him. He gave the creatures with the near translucent wings, the vibrantly colored skin, and pointed ears the same bright smile, looking them in the eye which seemed to brighten their days as well.
Most humans still couldn't seem to adjust to the new reality of living with creatures they'd only read about in books, but ever since a battle took place someplace in Northern Europe, certain barriers between worlds had been taken down and hoards of mystical creatures now roamed the Earth freely. Some had even begun to put up establishments of their own, the last time he checked the news on their acclimation.
So when a woman with lilac skin and pink freckles approached his desk, he initially thought nothing of it and proceeded with his usual script of welcoming them to the hotel. "I'm not here for a room, Mr. Pine. I'm here to speak with you," she spoke with a frantic tone. "My name is Astraea, I own the coffee shop you went to last night. I believe my employee Eva worked on your order?"
"Ah yes, I remember. I was going to drop by after my shift to thank you all, it seems whatever drink Eva made for us put my fiance in a much better state this morning." Once again he couldn't fight back the smile; it didn't take much for his mind to wander back to the shower.
"That's actually what I came to speak with you about," the coffeeshop owner told him in a near apologetic tone. "You see, Eva thinks herself something of a problem solver, so when someone walks into the cafe with teary eyes talking about how he's about to lose the love of his life, she just…can't help herself."
"I'm sorry I'm not quite sure I follow--"
"Your drinks, yours and your fiance's, contained ambrosia, Mr. Pine. And while its short term effects will very much work to your favor, it's your life in the long term that I came here to discuss with you. The drink not only cured your wife of her illness, but it granted both her and yourself a prolonged lifespan."
Jonathan couldn't find it in him to focus on most of what she was saying. All he heard was cured. "She's not sick anymore?" Just saying the words nearly brought him to his knees, he had to hold on to the hard surface of the front desk to keep himself upright.
"Well, yes. Both you and her are now immune to any earthly sickness, but it's the other part that I've come here to discuss with and apologize for. The drink has prolonged your lifespan by an…indefinite amount. Possibly centuries…at the least. We don't know yet how this drink is to affect someone with a mortal composition. Mr. Pine I sincerely apologize for my employee's rashness--"
"There's no need," he cut her off, raising his hand in front of him. "You've done nothing but give me the best possible news I could ever ask for. The woman I love is healed, and I get to quite possibly spend centuries with her." He held his hand out to shake, and he cafe owner seemed relieved with his reaction. "Thank you. Please send my regards to Eva as well."
It wasn't long after Astraea left the hotel that a new worry began to take root within Jonathan. How would you react to this turn of events? Of course, he was certain that you would be ecstatic over the news that the days of hospital visits and experimental treatments were over, but it was the latter half of this new reality that he was unsure of your reaction to.
The vision that greeted him when he opened the doors to your home had his heart soaring. Soft music was playing and you'd just emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream in hand. You were wearing a cotton dress instead of the sweats that had become a bit of a staple over the last few months.
And God you were radiant, the spark in your eyes that once lit up the entire room had returned full force. You looked over to him standing at the door, a wide grin stretching across your face and reaching your eyes as you put the bowl down on the coffee table and walked over to him. "Welcome home."
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to him so he could capture your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed contentedly, pressing your body against him as his lips moved with yours, a muffled squeal escaping you when he lifted you with a single arm and carried you across the living room, sitting you down on the couch. "I need to talk to you about something, Y/N."
"Uh-oh," you blurted out. "No good conversation ever started with that." You turned your attention to the flowers in his hand. "Jonathan, what's wrong?"
He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before pressing a much longer kiss on your engagement ring. "Nothing's wrong, sweetheart. Well…hopefully after this conversation that will still be the case but if it isn't then I'm sure we'll find a way--"
"What happened?" Your question cut him off. "Did my doctor go to see you? Ohh God it's bad, isn't it? That explains the flowers and the--"
"Y/N, slow down." He placed the small bouquet down so he could frame your face, the rest of your words muffled by his kiss. "It's nothing bad, I promise you that much. It's just…" He let out a sigh, resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn't be able to explain this without looking like he grew a second head. "You know those reports we've been seeing on TV? With the barriers between worlds coming down and all these new kinds of people settling down and setting up shop around us?"
You nodded your answer and listened as he recounted his conversation with the coffeeshop owner Astraea. About how the drink he brought home last night might have just brought about the miracle you'd been hoping for for the last year of your life.
"Are…are you telling me I'm not sick anymore?" the words came out of you in a heavy exhale, as if they tasted foreign on your tongue. "No more doctors, no more needles, no more ingesting God knows what in the name of an experimental drug for a trial headed by a doctor with a dream?"
This time all he could do was nod, tears in his eyes as he pulled you into his arms and lifted you up, your feet dangling inches off the floor. "No more, sweetheart. It's over, the nightmare's over."
"What did she put in that drink anyway?"
He took another breath before answering you. "Ambrosia."
Jonathan could practically see the wheels turning in your head, recalling the countless books you've read and your knowledge of mythology pieced together from both textbooks and novels. "The Olympians consumed that for immortality…" You looked up at him with panicked, and yet curious, eyes. "What happens to us?"
"I don't have the answer to that, my love," he said truthfully. "Astraea's best guess is that it prolonged our lifespans by a few centuries…at the least. I'm so sorry if I knew--"
"Hang on." You placed a finger over his lips, putting a stop to the rest of his apology. "What're you sorry for? I told you way before this nightmare began that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Jonathan Pine. And last night, I thought that that was just three months." Tears welled in your eyes as a face-splitting grin lit up your face. "Now you're telling me that that's…more. So much more. You have nothing to apologize for."
You grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you for a kiss that he more than happily returned, his hands grabbing the backs of your thighs to lift you up again and back you up against the nearest wall. When he pulled away all the worry had gone from his face, replaced by a darkened, lustful gaze. He shifted his hold on you, a sinful groan slipping from his lips when your hips aligned and your core brushed against his hardening length over your layers of clothing.
"Ohh…" you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed as he rolled his hips again. And again. "Oh fuck, sweetie, what are you doing to me?"
"We get to spend the rest of our lives together," he said simply, carrying you into the bedroom and setting you down on the bed. "And I know exactly what we should do first." He rid you of your panties, throwing the little scrap of fabric haphazardly behind him somewhere, before running his hands up your thighs, inching the skirt of your dress upwards as he sank to his knees. "It's been too long since I've tasted you, my love."
Three months later
You walked through the doors of the Langham, taking a moment to pause in the opulence of the lobby before making your way further into the hotel to seek out the front desk. There was an extravagant bouquet on display right as you entered with vibrant colors. The lighting made them look almost like jewels.
It took you a minute, but you eventually found the front desk through the throng of people, mortal and mystical alike, that filled the lobby. The manager seemed to be fending off the attentions of one of the guests, her tits practically spilling out of her two sizes too small bathing suit.
"It seems you've had a bit too much to drink, Mrs Davies. Perhaps it would be best for security to bring you up to your room."
The woman pouted as a six-foot-seven security personnel began to escort her towards the elevator. Meanwhile the manager locked eyes with you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, making him even more devilishly handsome if that was even possible, as his eyes greedily roamed your figure. Suddenly you were even more appreciative of the way you'd begun to fill your clothes again the last few months.
"May I help you, madam?"
You flashed him your brightest smile, fighting back a blush as he held your gaze. "Yes, I'd like a room for the night."
He didn't type anything down into the system. Instead he just grabbed a keycard from inside a drawer and made his way around the front desk, jerking his head towards the elevator. "Very well, then. Follow me." He led you to a private elevator to the top floor before walking down a long hall that only contained a handful of doors. "I hope this…will be to your liking," he said, his voice taking on a huskier tone as his breath hitched when you brushed past him as you walked through the doors.
Everything about the suite exuded luxury…with a touch of sensuality. There was a large heart-shaped box of truffles situated on the coffee table, a soft piano melody filled the space, and a trail of rose petals led to the open door of the bedroom, where even more rose petals laid atop the sheets in the shape of a heart.
"A honeymoon suite…" you said slowly, your breath hitching when you felt Jonathan's hands on your waist, his breath warming your neck. "You really know how to spoil a girl, Mr. Pine."
You let out a squeal as he turned you to face him, your faces now mere inches apart. "Only the best for you, Mrs. Pine."
A/N: Okay, so I stitched together two requests back when I was planning out the stories for the 500 follower celebration, but I can't for the life of me find the first request that covered the bit about Reader being sick 🙃 Anyways, I'm so happy to finish this one and cross out another request! Now I'm off to jump straight into the next, which is a fluffy lil comfort piece with our favorite god 🥹👀
A/N: Requests from four anons and some of my own ideas. I thought in honour of Tom’s Jonathan Pine look making a comeback and the prospect of a Season 2, now is the perfect time for some spicy spy action! Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 2881
Warnings: smut
After Roper’s death, a lot in our own life changed. You moved away from Spain and back to the UK with a fresh start in your suitcase. Your new job in the publishing industry enabled you to meet the authors of the books you were passionate about and you could help discover new talents whose stories would enrich countless readers’ bookshelves.
It was peaceful now. Safer—for at no fault of your own, it hadn’t always been like that. You were young when you fled to sunny Spain to discover yourself, learned Spanish to the point of fluency and started a job at the local library that regularly held readings for both adults and children.
It all went well, for a while. Right until little Danny Roper stepped foot in the library for the first time, accompanied by two brooding bodyguards and a charming British gentleman you, for some reason, instantly mistrusted.
Richard Roper, a wealthy businessman with a mansion all to himself. Perhaps it was unfair to assume he had blood on his hands because of how heavy his wallet was but your instinct had never betrayed you before. Soon, little Danny Roper regularly came to visit the little library, took part in the readings and had you recommend new stories to him, always under the scrutinising eye of his bodyguards or his father.
On the night of Halloween, everything changed. The kids loved the spooky holiday. They were allowed to wear costumes for the themed reading that night and you spent the entire evening before long after the library had closed decorating for the occasion. The sweets you had bought for the kids to eat had come out of your budget but seeing their wide eyes upon entering the small library on the 31st had been worth every single penny—or cent, in this case—spent.
Danny Roper came too. Dressed in a mummy costume with a face full of paper-white make-up and armed with an orange pumpkin basket for his sweets, he was one of the first kids to make himself comfortable in the reading corner in the front row. But there was someone else with them that night. Someone you had never seen around before. He didn’t look like a new bodyguard but he was handsome. Blue eyes, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a five o’clock shadow, and dark-blond hair you instantly felt the urge to ruffle. Your heart skipped a beat when he locked eyes with you for the first time. You could practically feel his intrigued gaze burning through your skin when you read some child-friendly Halloween stories to the kids and from then on… he kept on coming back. Sometimes in the company of Danny and his bodyguards, sometimes alone. And each and every single time he asked you for recommendations for a new horror book, borrowed one, and returned the old one giving you detailed and positive feedback that he usually delivered with a charming, British smile.
You realised soon enough that his regular visits were but an excuse to see you again—but he remained distant, never made a move to ask for your number or a date. Perhaps it was for the best, you thought at the time. If he was with Roper then he was not to be messed with, a dangerous man to be around, and not the type of guy you should wish to be affiliated with.
“I’m glad Danny asked me to join him on Halloween. You have made this place truly special,” he had said one day. “Have you known them long? The Ropers?”
Alarm bells. Alarm bells loud and clear had rang in your head and almost drowned out the sound of your book scanner when he’d slid yet another horror novel towards you on the counter.
“Only for about a year. Danny has picked up so many children’s books I will need to restock to find new novels for him at this point. Richard Roper donated ten thousand euros to the library back in January.”
“Are you the owner of this library then?”
“Oh no, I only work here. But I am in charge of all the boring accounting paperwork.” Whatever had lit up in Jonathan’s blue eyes, was gone again before you’d had a chance to analyse it. But it had been suspicious enough for you to gather all of your courage, and look around briefly to ensure you were alone.
“I… can I give you some advice? Leave. As long as you still can. Something’s not right about this man. I don’t know what that poor kid is caught up in but my hands are tied,” you had told him with a lowered voice.
Jonathan had frowned at you, pressed his lips together to a thin line. Then, without another word, he had picked up his novel and left the store.
The following night, he’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere after you’d closed the library for the day and asked you out for dinner. One dirty martini afterward led to two and that very same night, you fell asleep in Jonathan Pine’s bed in a luxurious hotel room he was staying in for reasons he had not elaborated on much.
A couple of evenings and more passionate sex—the best sex you’d ever had—later, you had shown him the donation certification, complete with all the relevant bank details. Confidential data which could have gotten you into big trouble, both with the library and Richard Roper himself. A few more nights after that… Jonathan disappeared for a while and you realised that he had only used you—and your body—for information.
It had baffled you back then, when, almost a month after, he showed up on the doorstep of the library, beaten, bruised, and half-dead. No police, no hospital, he had murmured over and over and you, having fallen in love with the man unconditionally, had hidden him and nursed him back to health. For weeks on end, Jonathan Pine lay low in the cellar that acted as an inventory for the library, living off of takeaway food you smuggled down to him day after day. He told you everything. How he had been sneaked into Roper’s family as a spy to put an end to his schemes at long last, how Roper sold deadly weapons that killed hundreds of people, and how incredibly sorry he was for putting you in all this danger.
One night, while he was still recovering from his injuries and you stayed in the library with him to make sure he didn’t develop a fever, he whispered your name in his sleep, hands blindly attempting to reach you, touch you, explore you, and pull you close.
He confessed he was in love with you the morning after and a few weeks later, after Roper had finally been arrested, you moved back to the UK with him. Here you were now, climbing up the career ladder in the publishing industry.
Jonathan had left his spy days behind for now and accepted a job as the night manager in a lovely hotel in the heart of Switzerland over the winter. You’d be apart for a few months and it had broken your heart to hear of it even though you were more than happy for him and the opportunity he had been offered.
Two weeks after his departure, your boss had asked you to join her on a business trip to that very same hotel to meet with an internationally best-selling author whose next book series was going to be translated into thirteen languages.
Jonathan didn’t know you had just landed in Switzerland. He didn’t know you were coming to stay at his hotel. The name the rooms were booked under was your boss’ assistant who Jonathan had never met before. Needless to say, when you entered the lobby and the warm air enveloped you welcomingly, scaring away the Swiss winter air, his stunning blue eyes widened. You failed to suppress your smirk, knowing very well how much he was struggling with remaining polite and professional—after all, you were with your boss and her assistant.
“Good evening! Sorry, our flight was delayed a little. I’ve got three rooms booked under the name Elsa Higgins?” the latter greeted him.
“Ah, yes, Ms. Higgins! Good evening, ladies. Please, allow me to welcome you to the Meisters. My name is Jonathan Pine and I’m the night manager. May I offer you any refreshments?”
Your boss shook the snow off of her beret and began taking off her winter coat. Jonathan was by her side instantly, helping each and every one of you out of your winter gear—even though with you, his touch lingered for just a second too long, his fingertips brushing against the back of your neck. You shivered. Fuck, you had missed him so much.
“Thank you, Mr. Pine,” you mused, watching him struggle a bit with how you addressed him before he poured you all a glass of champagne. Then, he moved behind the counter to sort out your rooms and hand you your keys while the concierges busied themselves with your suitcases and disappeared out of sight quickly.
“Our concierges will be taking up your luggage at once, as you can see. Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime? Have you had dinner yet?”
“We have, thank you. We’re just very tired from the flight. Could you show us to our rooms? This hotel is so big, I feel like I’m gonna get lost!”
“Of course, dar-, Miss. Please, follow me.” He caught himself before the word “darling” could escape his lips. Chuckling to yourself, you stared at his sexy back and entered the lift right after him.
“He is so hot!” your boss whispered to you. Heavens, he was. He looked so handsome in that navy blue suit and the white shirt… and that tie! You had to remember to get rid of those damp panties of yours later and sneak them into his pockets somehow—because the mere thought of him taking off that tie and using it to bind your wrists together got you so wet you had to clench your legs on the way up. If only your boss and her equally yearning assistant knew you regularly had the pleasure to fuck this man…
Jonathan was reluctant to leave you behind after letting you know about the breakfast times, the pool opening times, and that he was at your service for anything at all, at all times during the night. And oh, you might just take him up on that offer…
“Thank you, Mr. Pine. I’ll be sure to call if I need anything.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came back, yours and the door of your boss were still wide open, denying you the privacy you craved. Besides, Mr. Jonathan Pine had to remain professional at work. You chuckled once more, making quick work of stuffing your spoiled panties into his suit jacket. He pretended not to be fazed by it but for a spy, he was pretty bad at hiding how much he was struggling with keeping his composure.
But that was only the beginning. You were feeling adventurous tonight. And so, after wishing your boss and her assistant a good night, you got ready for bed, making yourself comfortable on the soft mattress and the lavender-scented bed sheets completely naked, and then used the phone on the nightstand to call the reception. It was shortly past two am by now. Surely, the lobby was deserted.
You hummed contently when he picked up and purred your last name with a seductive ‘Miss’ in front of it into the speaker. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, you see… I’m so lonely in this big suite, Mr. Pine. So very lonely. Is there a way you could keep me company? I am so tense from the journey,” you mused, dragging out your last “so” to the point you could hear him breathe heavily on the other end of the line.
Jonathan cleared his throat. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t discovered yet just what exactly you had shoved into his pocket. He was probably clutching at it with his free hand right now.
“Ah, well, I am afraid our masseuses don’t start their shift until seven am, Miss, but perhaps I can arrange some other… form of… relief for you.” His voice became raspier and darker the more words escaped his lips.
“Really? That would be quite wonderful. You see, Mr. Pine, the sheets are so soft and comfortable, I figured I don’t even need any sleepwear.”
Jonathan took a deep breath. A short moment of pregnant silence followed and then, “I’ll be right up, Miss.” With that, he hung up.
You giggled to yourself, counting the seconds. He must have taken the steps, for only forty-three strikes of the second hand on the clock above the massive sofa in the suite later, you heard a gentle knock on your door.
Rushing over on bare feet, you hid behind it as you opened it for him to conceal your nakedness from the bright lights in the hallway, the both of you drowning in comfortable darkness and only the pale moon shining through the massive windows illuminating both your features as soon as he’d closed the door again behind him.
“I have ten minutes,” he murmured out of breath before his lips came crashing down on yours. You laughed against his mouth, his feverish urgency instantly infecting you. Jonathan’s touch was like a fire ignited inside of you by the single stroke of a match. Step after step, he guided you back towards your bed without ever breaking the battle of tongues you fought out, his hands exploring your naked curves and kneading your butt cheeks thoroughly before pushing you down on the mattress.
Jonathan was above you within a fraction of a second, one of his knees keeping your legs apart, his hand snatching your wrists and pinning them down above your head. Finally, he released your lips to let you catch your breath for a moment.
“Naughty girl, slipping your used underwear into my pockets… you little tease…”
“Aw, I thought you’d appreciate my little gift,” you mocked—your chuckle soon turned into a moan, however, when he gently bit the underside of your left breast, followed by his tongue tasting your nipple.
Jonathan’s dark growl was unlike anything you had ever heard from him when his one free hand struggled to undo his belt and the buttons of his suit trousers. You were pretty certain he hadn’t even taken his shoes off but by the time he finally managed to push the fabric down to his upper thighs, he was as hard as a rock, his red tip leaking precum teasing your entrance.
There was no need for him to prepare you. You had been soaked and ready for him ever since your arrival at the hotel. Jonathan wasted no time. He positioned himself swiftly, pulling your legs apart even further, and then, sheathed himself inside of you with but one fluid movement.
The both of you moaned in unison, his forehead resting against yours. Jonathan kissed you again when he pulled out to thrust up into you, your hips bucking to meet him. His free hand remained where it was—right between your legs where your bodies were joined.
As he fucked you hungrily, his fingers quickly found a little toy to play with—and knowing Jonathan, he was a skilled lover. He had you on the brink of orgasm in no time, his rhythm relentless and his strokes hard.
You arched your back the closer you crept to the edge, breaking his kiss to gasp for air and throw your head back which he instantly took as an invitation to taste your neck and assault it with gentle licks, bites, and kisses.
It was the moment he released your wrists and placed one of your legs on his shoulder to rut into you even deeper, his tip brushing against all the right spots, that made you come undone underneath him. Clenching around his length, he fucked you through your climax until he too found release, only fuelling your arousal when you felt ropes of his seed coating your walls, his member jerking inside of you until eventually, he stilled and embraced you without ever pulling out of you.
“How are you even here?” he finally asked. “I’m so happy to see you, darling.”
“That I could tell.” You grinned, grinding against him and eliciting a little whimper from him in the process. “My boss is meeting a client here. She asked me to come with her, it was quite last minute. I could have called you but I wanted to make it a surprise.”
“You most certainly did surprise me, darling. You know… I think I quite enjoy you calling me ‘Mr. Pine’.”
Your grin grew even wider. “Lucky for you, we’ll be staying the whole weekend, Mr. Pine.”
Jonathan growled once more. He was on you again to stifle your laugh and had you cumming for him again long before his ten minutes were over.
For the drabble prompts, I’d like 2, 26, & 43 for a smut piece with either Loki or Jonathan Pine, if you feel inspired 😁
2. “I will prove you wrong. Just watch.”
26. “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”
43. “Are you trying to make me angry?”
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Sneaking around (smutish, 18+)
‘What are you doing here?’ you asked, as Jonathan Pine was straightening your coffee table in your bedroom, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
‘I was just looking for you, I wanted to give you this’ he put a pot with one of your favourite flowers on the table, making your heart soar.
You walked towards the coffee table and inspected to plant. ‘Where’s the microphone?’ you asked.
‘What are you talking about?’ if you didn’t know any better you would’ve believed that he was genuine surprised and taking aback by your statement.
‘You aren’t the first guy they send in, hoping to take down Roper. And you won’t be the last either, none of them succeeded, none of them ever will’ you had watched him long enough to know he was working on something, with someone.
He looked intensely at you. Probably weighing his options against each other. ‘I will prove you wrong. Just watch’ he finally said. He took a step towards you, his hands brushed the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, but you had to remind yourself that if you were caught with him, your life would be over, as would his.
‘I can get you out of here’ he said.
‘Are you trying to make me angry?’ you snapped back. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I genuine hope you will get out of here alive, but if you want that, you need to leave me behind’ you said.
‘I can’t do that’ he said. He took a step closer, his hand found the back of your neck and he pushed you towards him. His lips were on you, the kiss was heating up quickly. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, after fantasizing about it for so long. You let your hands roam his body. When his hands found the zipper of your dress, you stopped and took a step back.
‘I want to take off your clothes, please’ he whispered desperately in your ear.
‘Jonathan, don’t’ you said back. You took a few steps away from him. ‘If we start this, if we get caught, it won’t end well’ you turned around and walked towards the door. ‘Besides, you have seen the man I’m with. I don’t do nice guys’ but he beat you to it. He closed the door and locked it. He turned around, pushed you with your back against the wall and kissed you passionately again.
‘If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice’ he whispered in your ear. And you finally gave into your own desires.
Plot:Y/N is a rogue RAW agent and is to be extradited to India, so both Jonathan Pine and Pathaan must work together to keep her from escaping again...but Y/N also has a plan....
Pathaan (2023) x Night Manager Crossover
Jonathan watched the woman through the glass. He could see her, but she could not see him. She was attractive and under different circumstances, he would want her, but she was sitting there for a reason. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and continued to look at her. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, a rogue RAW agent," Kristin, the head of MI6, said as she stepped up beside him.
Jonathan finally averted his gaze from Y/N and looked to his boss. After taking down Roper, he was offered a job as an agent by MI6 and he took it. "What do you want me to do with her?" he asked Kristin.
"She's to be extradited to India," she said, and he sighed.
"What exactly do I have to do with that? I'm not in charge of extraditions. Put her on a plane and be done with it," he said, annoyed, "I'm an agent."
"If the circumstances were different, we would, but we have reason to believe she's working for a terrorist organization called Outfit X...It would be too dangerous to just put her on a plane," she said, and Jonathan furrowed his brow.
"And what am I supposed to do? Babysit her until she gets to India?" he asked seriously.
Kristin shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Yes, if you put it that way, but not alone.... Colonel Luthra is sending us one of his agents, who should arrive any moment..." she said, looking around when her gaze stopped at a man, "Or he's already there." -Kristin walked to him and Jonathan followed- "Jonathan, this is Pathaan. Pathaan, this is Jonathan. You will work together to extradite Y/N to India."
Jonathan looked at him and nodded. "Hello," he said, shaking his hand. Pathaan nodded as well.
"There's a car waiting for you outside," she said, "You'll descend until your flight is ready, and until then you'll wait in a hotel room." She held out a note and a key card to them, which he took.
The two men looked at her in confusion. "Why not leave them here?" asked Jonathan of them.
"The fewer people who know their location, the better," she said, entering the room. Y/N looked at her and took a deep breath when she saw Pathaan.
"Seems like I'm coming home again," she said firmly and Pathaan crossed his arms in front of his chest, "How are you, Pathaan?"
He looked at her and shook his head. He came to her and pulled her up. "Why so hostile?" she asked, laughing slightly, "Are you still mad that I betrayed you? It was nothing personal."
"Pathaan..." said Jonathan, "We have to go."
Y/N looked at him and sighed. "Seems I have two bodyguards now," she said, and Jonathan stepped up to her and handcuffed her hands. Both men each walked on one of her sides as they walked with her to the car. Their destination was already entered in the navi and Jonathan sat in the driver's seat while Pathaan sat in the back with Y/N.
They drove in silence for a while and finally she sighed. "Are you going to shut me up, Pathaan? We were colleagues, after all."
"I have nothing more to say to anyone like you," he said quietly in Hindi. "You are a traitor."
Y/N stopped answering and leaned back, looking at Jonathan. "And who are you?" she asked, "I think I should at least know the name of one of the men I should be spending my time with."
"Jonathan Pine," he answered simply, and drove on quietly.
She shook her head at the answer and looked outside. "Talkative you're not really," she said quietly, watching them now pull into a dark parking garage that probably led to the hotel.
"Stay," Jonathan said as he stopped and got out. He looked around for a moment to make sure no one was following him and opened the Y/N door. Pathaan got out himself and joined Jonthan. He pulled Y/N out and she was led by the two men to an entrance that led through the private employee corridors and to an elevator. The three of them got in and rode up to the floor that was on the note.
Pathaan held her by the arm when the elevator stopped and led her out, following Jonathan. He finally stopped in front of the room and opened it. He let Y/N and Pathaan go ahead. "Am I going to have to wear these handcuffs all day, or am I going to be allowed to move around the room freely?" she asked. Jonathan looked to Pathaan for his opinion.
He came to him and took the key before going to her and opening them while looking at her. "If you try to escape, I will shoot you most personally," he said firmly to her.
Y/N smiled and shook her head. "We both know you've had the chance before," she said, walking further into the room. "Only one double bed for three people?"
"We won't both be sleeping, but one will be keeping watch," Jonathan said.
She shrugged her shoulders. "If I have to...I'll take a shower," she said and went into the bathroom. There she undressed and went into the shower. Somehow she had to make it out of here before she would be taken back to India. Y/N washed her body and after a short while stepped out again and wrapped a towel around herself.
She opened the door a crack when she heard the men talking. "What did she mean you already had the chance?" asked Jonathan Pathaan, watching him take off his jacket and put it on the table.
"She betrayed me when we were on a mission in Russia. I haven't seen her since," Pathaan said and sat down on a chair. Y/N bit her lip because he was still just as attractive as he was then. Actually, both men were more than attractive. "I had a chance to shoot her, but didn't."
She quietly closed the door again and smiled as she got an idea. She dropped her towel again and stepped out of the bathroom naked. Both men looked at her in surprise. "My clothes are dirty and I would hate to wear them again...you guys don't have a problem with that, do you? It's nothing you haven't seen before, especially Pathaan pretty much knows this body..." -Jonathan managed to avert his gaze and looked to Pathaan and then back to her. His eyes roamed over her body-"Didn't he tell you? We were together until I got the offer from Jim...He had the chance too, but he turned it down..."
Y/N sat down on the bed, not even trying to avoid the stares of the two men. "Because unlike you, I don't betray my country..." he said firmly and she shrugged her shoulders.
"The pay is a lot better," she said, "Besides, what has it ever done for you?"
Pathaan looked at her firmly. "Just get dressed."
"Like I said...I don't have anything fresh," she said. He stood up and took off his shirt, holding it out to her. "Who says I want to wear anything at all? Jonathan seems to like the view as well..." Y/N looked to him and parted her legs a little more.
"Enough already, Y/N," Pathaan said firmly. Jonathan stayed out of it, but didn't avert his gaze from her. She stood up and walked over to Pathaan. She stroked her fingers across his muscular chest. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Y/N didn't let that stop her, however, and pressed her body against Pathaan, leaning up to brush her lips against his. He pushed her back and she fell onto the bed.
"Don't feel like it? Maybe MI6 agent though," she said and stood back up and walked over to Jonathan, who had been just watching silently until now, and leaned in to him before brushing her lips against his. One hand wandered down to his crotch and rubbed his erection for a moment. "He seems to want me..." she said against his lips, looking to Pathaan whose jaw was tense.
Jonathan stopped her now, too, and pushed her off him as he stood up. Pathaan stepped closer so that she was now standing between them. "So you want to play with both of us? Who says you have to say that?" asked Pathaan, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his chest. Jonathan stepped further toward her and pressed his body against her as well.
"We promise you that you will burn your fingers if you do this," he said. Y/N looked at him.
"Then do it instead of just lecturing me," she urged them out, feeling Pathaan's hand stroking further down to her pussy and stroking it. She moaned softly and curled into his arm. Jonathan bent down to her neck and kissed it, sucking on the skin.
Pathaan thrust two fingers into her, making her moan and claw more into his arm and Jonathan's shoulder.
Suddenly they both stopped and Pathaan pushed her into the bed. Jonathan began to undress, as did Pathaan as he pulled down his pants. When both men were completely naked, Y/N saw Pathaan crawl onto the bed and she moaned softly at the sight. Jonathan joined her at her side and sat on the bed next to her head. Pathaan crawled between her legs and placed his rough hands on her hips. He let one hand slide to her back and lifted her up. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her pussy. When he suddenly thrust into her in one hard thrust, she moaned loudly and looked to Jonathan as she felt the tip of his cock against her lips.
"You're still as tight as I remember," Pathaan moaned.
"Open your mouth," Jonathan said and she did as he asked and he pushed into her mouth. He wrapped her hair around his hand as he began to move inside her mouth, as did Pathaan, thrusting hard and deep into her tight pussy.
She moaned around Jonathan's cock in her mouth as they both thrust into her. Y/N concentrated on breathing through her nose as Pathaan thrust into her. One hand moved to her clit and rubbed it. She arched her back and Jonathan took her hand and wrapped it around the rest of his cock that wouldn't fit in her mouth.
Y/N felt her orgasm building and she cum suddenly and unexpectedly. Pathaan pulled out of her, as did Jonathan, and they changed places. Jonathan turned her onto her hands and knees and Pathaan sat in front of her. He wrapped his hand in her hair as well and pressed the tip against her lips while Jonathan slowly thrust into her pussy as well.
Pathaan thrust into her mouth and she moaned as he pushed his whole cock into her. Jonathan began to move inside her and thrust into her faster. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and clawed at Pathaan's thighs as they thrust into her mouth and pussy at the same pace.
Jonathan now began to rub her clit as well, as he pulled her hips against him with each thrust. Her second orgasm built again inside her and she cumming again around Jonathan's cock this time. The two men pulled out of her and spun her around. Jonathan came up to her and knelt on the other side of her head as Pathaan and he pumped their cocks a few more times and shot their cum into her mouth and moaned.
Y/N swallowed the mixed cum of the two men and smiled and then licked her lips. Pathaan and Jonathan lay down next to her so she was back in the middle. They pulled the blanket over her and Y/N closed her eyes as she slowly fell asleep together between the men. When she woke up again, both Pathaan and Jonathan were still asleep. Carefully, she slid out of bed and picked up her pants and took Pathaan's shirt before putting it on and walking out of the hotel room, but before she did, she looked back at the bed and smiled.
As soon as she was gone, Pathaan and Jonathan opened their eyes and Pathaan reached for his phone and looked at the tracking app. "We should get dressed and follow her," Jonathan said.
"I'm out of shirts though..." he said, sighing as he stroked his face. "I'll just put on my jacket..."
If you have read anything you think I'll enjoy please let me know. I mostly stick to the big 3, Evans, Stan and Hiddleston but will also read other characters.
Most of these fics are 18+, warnings are on each post.
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Bucky Barnes
Mean!Bucky x Reader by @smorgaswhored
The End Of Pretending by @navybrat817 (Actor Bucky x Reader)
Regret by @nicks-fowler (Mob!Bucky x Reader)
The heat of him by @witchywithwhiskey (Congressman Bucky x Reader)
Other Sebastian Stan Characters
Feel The Burn by @sashaisready (Lance Tucker x Reader + Destroyer Chris x Reader) This series got me through my PIP renewal forms this week. Read 1 chapter after each question, life saver!
Gold Standard by @stanmarvelous (Lance Tucker x Reader)
Honest by @highonmarvel (Dark Steve Kemp x Reader)
The Polaroid Problem by @the-wandering-wonder (Steve Kemp x Reader)
Steve Rogers
Neighbourhood Watch and Playing House by @blowingbarnes (DILF Neighbour Steve x Reader)
Other Chris Evans Characters
Clandestine Affairs by @nonotwithoutu (Ari Levinson x Reader)
Disposable by @shamrockqueen (Dark Lloyd Hansen x Reader)
In The Darkness by @tarithenurse (Curtis Everett x Reader)
Stucky
Worth the wait by @ledatheswann (Soulmate Au Stucky x Reader)
Loki
Library Violence by @castielscaplan (Mafia Loki x Reader)
Love Hearts by @theleavesofwesteros (Boyfriend Loki x Reader)
No Marks Left by @castielscaplan (Mafia Loki x Reader)
Other Tom Hiddleston Characters
Turndown service by @lokischambermaid (Jonathan Pine x Reader)
