#jonathan pine drabble

Title: You Make It Very Hard to Think

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+  Sensual Tension, kissing, implied smut.

Words: 299 words

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.

I'll be there" Count on Me by Bruno Mars.

I love that song. The first time I ever heard it, it brought tears of joy to my eyes. I'm a teacher assistant and the pre-kindergartners(4 years old) sang it to their parents during a little ceremony at the end of the year.. or they sang along with Bruno on a recording.

a/n: Thanks for your request, my friend! I love that song, too, so it was an honour for me to write something for it! ☺️🧡

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, mentions of depression?, fluff

Word Count: 1,1k

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

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.

paring: jonathan pine x reader

warnings: daddy kink, gagging, praise, all the fun things that come with pine baby

notes: it’s the way i get this done an hour after day nine omg. day ten!!! and i’m about to plow through day 11, then work on 12 for tomorrow! happy catching up!

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And once again incorporating the Six Steamy Sentences!

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x reader

Rating: R - oral (m receiving) - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18

Masterlist

Title: What I Need

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Female Reader

Warnings: Tension, sensual undertones, implied danger Words: 298 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 2nd - I Wanna Be Bad - Willa Ford/ “Do you understand what I need from you?”

“They’re watching the lift.”

Jonathan’s voice stopped you by the balcony doors, soft enough not to carry, but enough to make you freeze.

He stood at the peephole with one hand braced against the door, jacket pulling tight across his shoulders, while the suite glittered behind you in marble, glass, and low golden light.

Luxury stretched thin over the shape of a trap.

Your pulse kicked. “Roper’s men?”

He turned back to you, expression smooth, but his eyes were sharp. Too sharp. “Most likely.”

You swallowed. “Then we leave.”

“No.”

The word was soft. Final.

Jonathan crossed the room with that careful, measured grace of his, stopping close enough that you caught the clean scent of his shirt, the faint bite of whisky beneath it. His fingers touched your wrist, not gripping. Anchoring.

“If we run, they know.”

“They already know something.”

“Yes.” His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. “Which means we give them something else to believe.”

Your breath caught.

He must have felt it. His thumb brushed once over your pulse, maddeningly gentle. “Do you understand what I need from you?”

“I understand,”

That was the problem.

You needed to smile like you weren’t afraid. Lean into him like this was only an affair, not a cover. Let anyone watching see a woman softened by champagne and a handsome man’s hand on her skin.

Jonathan’s face changed when you stepped closer. Barely. A flicker in the jaw. A controlled breath.

His hand rose to the side of your neck, warm and steady. “Good girl.”

It should have sounded like strategy.

It did not.

When he kissed you, it was for the room, the windows, the unseen eyes.

Title: Find Us

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Female Reader

Warnings: Danger, hiding, panic, rushed kissing, tension Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 27th- The Dark End of the Street - James Carr/  “They’re gonna find us.”

“They’re gonna find us.” Panic made your voice loud.

The alley walls damp stone making it bounce, amplifying it further before Pine’s hand closed gently around your wrist. Enough to remind you he was there.

Enough to stop you running.

“Look at me.” His voice firm. 

You tried. God, you tried.

The alley was too narrow, the dark too close, the footsteps at the mouth of it kept drawing your eyes. Men were passing on the street beyond, speaking low into radios, their flashlights cutting pale strips across brick.

Your chest hitched.

Pine’s eyes sharpened.

He saw it before you did: the fear climbing up your throat, the sound you were about to make, the way your breathing had gone thin and useless.

“Breathe,” he murmured.

“I can’t.” You hissed 

“You can.” 

The flashlight swung closer.

Pine moved.

One second, he was beside you. The next, your back was pressed to the cold wall, his body blocking yours from the alley mouth, one hand at your waist and the other sliding up to cradle your jaw.

“Trust me.”

He kissed you hard, stopping thought. 

Hot. Sudden. Devastating.

The shock stole the sound from your mouth before fear could use it. Your fingers caught in his coat as his lips moved over yours with controlled urgency, not gentle but careful, drawing every broken breath into him until the world narrowed to heat and wool and the scrape of stone behind your shoulders.

Footsteps passed.

A voice muttered something in another language.

Pine did not stop.

Not until the light had faded and your body had softened beneath his, shaking for a different reason now.

When he pulled back, his forehead stayed close to yours.

You stared at him, dazed.

“That was tactical?” You blinked heavy.

Title: Watching You

Pairing: Jonathan Pine/Andrew Birch x Female Reader

Warnings: Flirting, sexual tension, undercover tension, suspicion Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 16th - Every Breath You Take - The Police/ “I’ll be watching you.”

Richard’s parties always looked better from a distance.

Up close, the gold softened into greed. The laughter sharpened. The champagne tasted expensive enough to hide what paid for it.

Andrew Birch stood near the balcony doors with a glass in hand, listening to Corky talk too loudly about someone else’s yacht. He smiled at all the right places. Tilted his head with just enough interest. He was integrating too well.

That was the problem.

You watched him over the rim of your glass, noting the stillness beneath the charm. The way his eyes moved before his body did. The way he looked for exits.

But…Richard liked him.

Richard was not often wrong, but when he was, people tended to die for it.

Birch glanced up, caught you watching. Instead of looking away, he smiled.

Polite. Infuriating.

You crossed the room before you could decide not to “You’re very good at this.”

His brow lifted. “At parties?”

“Pretending to enjoy them.” You added dryly.

Something almost amused touched his mouth. “That obvious?”

“I wouldn’t say anything about you was obvious.” You’re smiling shifting as you stepped closer, close enough to catch the clean scent of his shirt beneath the smoke and citrus drifting through the room. “But I haven’t decided what you are yet.”

His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. Controlled. Careful. Not careless enough for innocence.

“What does Richard think I am?” The stab clear.

“Useful.” You offered

“And you think otherwise?” Birch’s expression warmed, but his eyes stayed sharp. “Should I be worried?”

“Maybe.” You leaned in just enough for your voice to sit between you. “I’ll be watching you.”

For one breath, his mask slipped.

Not fear.

Pleasure.

Damn