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sserpente · 7 years ago

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A/N: I said I would do it… and now I’ve done it! ;-) Here’s my first Jonathan Pine Imagine. There will be more with him for sure! Have fun!

2nd October: Wicked seduction. 🍸 | feat. Jonathan Pine

Words: 3166 Warnings: smut

“This is ridiculous!” You complained with a tortured expression on your face, staring at your reflection in the mirror of the fancy hotel room your best friend (Y/F/N) had booked for the two of you. It was Halloween and instead of letting you take a hot bath, watch some scary horror movie and drink absurdly expensive red wine in this luxurious hotel, she would drag you along to this snobby Halloween party in the lobby.

Costumes were a must, which had resulted in (Y/F/N) doing some last minute shopping. You had merely told her about how you wanted to dress up as a black cat, for it was easy, comfortable and convenient to put on. Now that you were looking at yourself in the mirror, however, you regretted the decision of letting her buy you the costume. It was way too revealing. The miniskirt she had gotten you barely covered your buttocks, the thin pullover was cut low and would offer every other guest a broad view of your cleavage and the slight hills of your breasts. With the fluffy tail attached to the skirt, black cat ears clipped into your (Y/H/C) hair and your dark make-up including three thin stripes on each of your cheek drawn there with your eyeliner, you did look like a cat—but much rather a porn cat at that.

“I look like a prostitute, (Y/F/N)! Why do I have to go to that party with you again?” You asked, hearing her giggle in response from the bathroom where she was applying her own make-up. She had decided to dress up as a devil. A sexy devil, not to mention.

“I am heartbroken and I want to spend all of my ex-boyfriend’s money with the credit card I took from him. You will be my support and my security guard if I end up throwing up in the bushes or start riding the baggage cars like a surfboard.” She replied for surely the third time already.

Right. Keith Leonard. Her ex-boyfriend. A cunning billionaire who had blackmailed her into this relationship all the while cheating on her with actual playboy models. It had taken (Y/F/N) a long while to realise he was after dirty sex and reputation only, especially with an awful lot of persuasion on your behalf.

You’d always known there was something wrong with that billionaire. (Y/F/N) had snapped when she had found out about the sex trafficking crimes he had wanted to drag her into. “Slut sharing” as he had called it, offering her to be passed around as his property for his friend’s pleasure in exchange for some cash. Disgusting idiot. (Y/F/N) had been able to get out of there before things got too critical, not, however, before sneaking one of his credit cards into her pocket before leaving. Her brother had taken care of the invisibility of the expenses, so the billionaire wasn’t able to track her down. Now here you were. Suffering with her and helping her get over her heartache in an outrageously revealing costume to go to a Halloween party in a bloody five star hotel. Well, it could be worse, you figured.

Finally, (Y/F/N) stepped out of the bathroom. She looked as stunning as always, with red highlights in her hair and her face accentuating her eyes and two red horns on top of her head.

“Who knows, maybe tonight, you’ll get laid too. You really need it, (Y/N), you started giving names to the plants in your apartment!”

“Talking to them helps them grow,” you scowled, crossing your arms. “I read it online.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Your best friend rolled her eyes. “Let’s go have some fun.”

It resulted in the same situation every time the both of you went out for the night. (Y/F/N) was flirting with everything that looked male for hours on end while you kept sitting at the bar in an unmotivated manner, watching her picking her prey. You couldn’t blame her, really. Men repeatedly fell to her feet and for her charm and especially after that billionaire, she deserved a bit of fun. You would have fun with your cocktail—a new cocktail. Yours was empty again.

Just as the thought stroke you, the bartender placed a glass filled with an orange liquid in front of you.

“I didn’t order that,” you remarked with a frown, doubting that he had read your thoughts. The bartender nodded. “That man over there did.”

Instantly, your eyes widened. Guys never bought you drinks. (Y/F/N) was usually the one who got all the attention. You simply stayed put in the background, sipping your drink and pondering about why life was so damn unfair and what exactly about your appearance it was that scared all the dudes away. It must have been the costume you wore. It practically screamed “I’m willing, take me!”

Following the bartender’s finger as he pointed to his left, your heart filled with even more surprise as it skipped a beat. He was… he was bloody handsome. The shirt he wore looked like it had been tailored for him, his muscles, clearly visible under the thin fabric, bulged as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, his long digits resting on the smooth and cold surface. He had piercing blue eyes and dark blonde hair, his jawline was sharp. He was tall, too. Much taller than you were; and the only hint of a costume was a black mask covering the rest of his face. You could swear he had not been there only seconds ago. What was it he was portraying tonight? A phantom?

He noticed you were mustering him only the twinkling of an eye after. His blue eyes met yours, locking you in place as jolts of electricity cursed through your body, tingling from head to toe. It was like by simply staring at you in this scrutinising and yet alluring manner, he was learning all of your darkest secrets—it filled you with both fear and excitement.

“Thank you,” you mouthed out of breath, eliciting an enchanting smirk from him. Another second passed before he started strolling over to you, his confident tread sending shivers down your spine. His sheer presence was breath-taking. You could smell the hint of an expensive perfume on him, admire his features up close. He… seemed like a decent and honourable man. Maybe just this once, you would get lucky too.

“Jonathan Pine,” he introduced himself, offering you his hand. You took it after returning his polite smile, attempting to ignore how soft it felt. Electric thrills shot through your body when you touched him.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Thank you for the drink.”

“No need to thank me. I’ve been watching you for quite a while already, (Y/N).” The way he spoke your name… it sounded like you had given him power over you… and you were yet to find out whether this was a good thing. “You look gorgeous.” And he had an English accent. Your knees melted to pudding already.

Compliments. When was the last time a man had given you compliments? Oh, this guy was heaven!

“Th-thank you. And, uh, you decided to revive the Phantom of the Opera?” You asked, tugging a streak of your hair behind your ear.

Jonathan chuckled, facing the expensive carpet for a moment. “Yes, so to speak. Listen, I, uh… I normally don’t do this but I was wondering… could we go somewhere private? It’s quite full here,”

Once again, your eyes widened. Somewhere private? This man looked like the personification of a true English Gentleman. One night with him… what woman wouldn’t kill for that? So you bit your lower lip and nodded.

“Of course,” you answered with a seductive—or at least you hoped it would appear so—smile. “It’s way too crowded here, you’re right.”

You did not object when Jonathan suggested going to your suite instead of his. Perhaps he wasn’t the tidiest of people. The cleaner wouldn’t return until tomorrow morning, after all. So you led him to (Y/F/N)’s and your room instead, grateful for having put away all of the make-up before leaving. It would have been a chaotic mess.

“So… there we go, this is our—“ You didn’t even get to finish your sentence. Jonathan’s mouth was on yours before you were even able to switch on the lights. His thin and oh so soft lips moved against yours, his hands seemed to be touching you everywhere. Greedily, they travelled down your body and probed your hips before coming to a rest on your arse, kneading it eagerly.

Your tongues were fighting a vengeful battle, fighting for dominance Jonathan rapidly won by pushing you against a nearby wall, pinning you against it. He pulled away from your now swollen lips only to attack your neck with moist and hot kisses, licking over your pulse attentively and sucking the sensitive skin between his lips to leave love bites, all the while his hands reached down to push up your skirt until it was resting around your hips.

Your panties were anything but sexy but right now, you couldn’t care less. It was dark in the room anyway. All you were able to focus on were his long and sinful digits, tracing your flesh and ghosting over the soft skin on your thighs before sneaking between them.

Growling in an animalistic manner, he claimed your mouth again, kissing you passionately, longingly even as he tore the thin piece of fabric to the side to expose your glistening sex to him. Oh, bloody hell, you were so wet for him. Your folds were shimmering with moisture, your slick arousal coating his skin as he ran two fingers over them, forcing you to moan into his mouth and shiver under his light touch.

He wasted no time in exploring your most intimate parts until he found what he was looking for. Your swollen clit was throbbing with need, begging for attention he was promising to give it. Painfully slow, he tapped it twice before circling it over and over again.

Already, you could feel yourself climbing the ladder of climax. He knew what he was doing, knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. You were jelly in his arms and if he hadn’t pressed you against the wall, your legs would have ceased to support you any longer by now.

Soon, he replaced his index finger with his thumb, collecting a bit more of your juices to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves even firmer. His fingers went travelling again, this time teasing your entrance, relentlessly, until you were but a whining and moaning mess before him.

No man had ever been able to bring you this close to orgasm with just his fingers!

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you tensed up as he pushed them deep inside you, curling them at just the right spot. Jonathan started fingering you furiously, his thumb never stopping to rub your swollen nub.

“Fuck, Jonathan, I-I’m… I’m gonna cum!” You yelled into the still dark room. His growl was the only sound you got in response but it was enough to send you flying over the edge. Your orgasm tore through you vividly, robbing you of all your senses. A glistening light seemed to spread around you, the hot waves of the aftershocks having you tremble and spasm, again and again, around his wonderful fingers, coating them with your cum.

When you had cooled down again, Jonathan stopped, only slowly removing his fingers from your still pulsating walls, contracting around nothingness when he slid them out of you. As you were slumping down, exhausted beyond sanity, he quickly caught you, lifting you up effortlessly and gently laying you down on the bed. He joined you when you sat up despite your light dizziness, your cheeks still hot and red from all the pure pleasure rushing through your veins.

“Was that good?” He whispered hoarsely. Desire was sparkling in his blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes that had watched you come undone…

“That… that was more than just good, that was… amazing… It’s your turn now.” You decided, attempting to push him down on the bed. You wanted to give him the pleasure he had just let you experience, give something back for those blissful minutes. Normally, you didn’t even do blowjobs, for you had quite the strong gag reflex but for him, you would try. You’d sink to your knees for that man in any sense, anyway, for Fuck’s sake.

He, however, didn’t move an inch.

“I can’t go any fur—“ he stopped in mid-sentence as if he had prattled away. “(Y/N), you have a friend. Her name is (Y/F/N)…”

Oh. Disappointment rushed through your veins. This guy had just made you cum on his fingers and now he asked for your best friend instead. Were you not sexy enough after all? Were you not as wild in bed as she would be? But then again, how would he know?

“What about her?” You asked, trying hard to sound unaffected. Still, your voice was shaking. All of a sudden, you were close to tears, combined with the feeling of the growing urge to punch him in the face.

“Is she… is she in a relationship? Currently?”

Now, your felt your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. A guy… so charming and considerate, who was using sex—or fingering for that matter—for the sole purpose of engaging another woman… that was new. However, it hurt all the more. The moment you had shared with him was intimate, personal. You didn’t usually do one night stands but for this guy, you jettisoned all of your morals and principles. That’s what you get if you let your heart win, you stupid bitch!

“Wow. And here I was, thinking that for once, a guy might actually like me over my perfect best friend.”

Jonathan paused, irritated. “What? No, (Y/N), you are a wonderful woman, I simply thought…”

“What?! You thought what? ‘Hey, this girl looks lonely and desperate, let’s stand her a drink and then fuck her senseless for information about another woman’?!” The tears were worsening your sight now, stinging in your eyes.

“Look. I am not who you think I am. I’m after Keith Leonard and your friend will bring me a huge step closer to him.”

What? Keith Leonard? “The billionaire?” You asked, frowning.

“Yes. You know him.”

“I’ve met him twice. (Y/F/N) and he dated for a few months before… well, before…”

“Before he tried to sell her as a sex slave to his billionaire friends?” He finished your sentence. Frowning once more, you nodded. “It’s short of a miracle she made it out alive.”

“Who are you?” You asked, suspicious with a start. What if he was working for him? What if he had found you both despite (Y/F/N)’s brother’s painstaking safety measures? You had to let her know, you had to…

Slowly, Jonathan shook his head, glancing at you in a both scolding and caring way. “Knowing would put you in danger.”

Immediately, anger boiled in your stomach again, your fear forgotten for a moment.

“Oh? But seducing me for information wouldn’t put me in danger?! Guess I was just a convenience, wasn’t I?” You spat, you tears rolling down your cheeks freely now.

“When I engaged you, I was not sure whatsoever if you were who I was looking for. (Y/F/N)’s best friend, the girl she had bolted with, with a massive amount of money stolen from Keith Leonard. I didn’t even know your name but I knew (Y/F/N)’s and when you brought me to this suite and I saw the room number, I could be sure it was you.”

He was trying to explain he would have tested his flirting skills on you either way. You appreciated the thought but in the end, you were still nothing more than a tool. Why the fuck would you be happy about his remark then? Why did you hope he would stop playing detective for a second and fuck you into the mattress until you forgot your own bloody name anyway?!

“And now what? You want me to help you snuff the billionaire?” You snapped defiantly.

“No. I need (Y/F/N)’s phone. My colleagues will be able to track down some dirty details of Leonard’s whereabouts. He bought it for her, didn’t he?”

“He did…”

(Y/F/N) kept her phone in the safe. During the party, so she had claimed, she wouldn’t need it anyway. Jonathan was lucky. Or maybe he had known anyway. Only God knew for long he had been spying on your best friend already.

“Why didn’t you just ask her yourself?”

“My profession requires of me to be discreet at all times. Plus I desperately wanted to know what you look like when you scream in ecstasy,” he shot back with a lustful sparkling in his blue eyes. Gulping, you pressed your thighs together. His words had sent a thrill of excitement right into your wet core. You were ready to cum for him again if that was what he wanted.

“F-fine, let me get it for you.” You finally stuttered, your voice barely audible.

Your legs trembling a little, you got up and walked over to the safe. Typing in the combination, you watched the Englishman from the corner of your eye. He was still sitting there patiently, never taking his eyes off your form until you returned to him and handed him (Y/F/N)’s phone.

He was quick to unlock it, leaving you wondering where the hell he had gotten the pin code and then proceeded to press a few buttons and scribble down a gibberish of numbers and letters on a piece of paper, which he tugged safely into his pockets after he was done and gave it back to you.

“Thank you, (Y/N). You really helped me with this. I cannot make any promises but I will try and bring that coward down. For all the girls he ever forced into prostitution and (Y/F/N), of course.” He stated dryly. Honesty was humming in his voice, along with sincere cordiality. You believed him. You believed every word, even if he had just fooled you and your burning desire but you just couldn’t help it. There was something about him that intrigued you, although you knew nothing at all about him.

Jonathan took a step forward to cup your face with his large and soft hands, kissing you tenderly one more time before taking his leave.

“C-can I see you again?” You hurried to say.

Jonathan smirked. “I would love that, (Y/N). I’ll find you when the time is right.”

And with that, he left the suite, leaving you wondering idly how the hell you would explain all of this to your best friend once she came back from her one night stand. You bet it wouldn’t even be half as exciting as what you had just experienced.

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chocnat · 4 years ago

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Various stories with Tom Hiddleston and the other characters he played.

12/03 UPDATE: I am now accepting story requests for Tom Hiddleston RPF, James Conrad, and Jonathan Pine and other personas! More characters to be added to the list soon!

One-Shots:

Murky Water

Summary: You just came home from meeting your best friend who told you the horrible news: your boyfriend has been cheating on you for months. You sneak into your set's trailer, trying not to be seen, but your co-actor Tom Hiddleston caught you. He invited you in for tea when he saw the tears in your eyes.

Happy Little Surprise

Summary: You woke up feeling like shit and startling your beau, Tom Hiddleston. He insisted on bringing you to the hospital despite having a scheduled callback but you insisted he goes on with his appointments and handled things your own. Things made a quick turn and you were nervous about telling Tom what the doctor told you.

And This Is Why You Shouldn't Finish The Whole Bar On Your Own

Summary: Your co-actor is Tom Hiddleston. One time you and the rest of the cast went out partying. You had one too many drinks, making you drunk AF. You saw your co-actor TH and you flung yourself at him then you blacked out. Things happened when you blacked out then you resorted to avoiding Tom the next day on set.

It is goodbye then.

Summary: You ended things with your boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston. A year later, he found his way to you.

Loveland [explicit: contains smut]

Summary: You and Tom were sent to South Korea to promote your new movie. During the press junket, one of the interviewers asked you what places in Korea you would want to visit. You mentioned Loveland in Jeju Island. Tom didn’t know what it was until you and the interviewer told him about it. The next day, you and Tom visited the said park.

Wayfaring Stranger [explicit: contains smut]

A Jack Linden one-shot

Summary: You didn’t know who he was. But being a barmaid in a small town, it didn’t take you long to know his name. The mysterious man was Jack Linden. And the more he showed up in your pub, the more your curiosity piqued.

An Unconventional Circumstance [explicit: contains smut]

A James Conrad one-shot

Summary: You were sent to Alaska with James Conrad to track the alleged Behemoth nest in a cave. Unfortunately, you were caught in a blizzard, and you are stuck in a cottage with Conrad for the whole night. No, there’s not even a bed, to begin with.

Show Me Love

A Jonathan Pine 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.

A Grumpy Vampire and His Room

An Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) one-shot

Summary: Adam was colder than ever.

Physically, yes, he’s cold, given the fact that your boyfriend is more than a hundred-year-old vampire. Hell, he might even be a thousand years old, who knows? Only him. But the point is, he wasn’t your sweet, lovey-dovey boy nowadays. He felt...distant, and it was bothering you.

Series:

The Quiet Ones Are The Loudest [explicit: contains smut]

Beginning of The Quiet Ones | Professor Hiddleston x Ava Knight series

Summary: Professor Tom Hiddleston was stuck in a group in a middle of a charity ball that he was invited to. He excused himself, badly needing a distraction or an excuse to leave the place. Until he bumped into his former student.

Go Figure [explicit: contains smut]

Part 2 of The Quiet Ones | Professor Hiddleston x Ava Knight Series

Summary: Ava gave Professor Tom a device before she took his midterm exam. She didn't tell him what it was for. It was for him to find out.

The Knight Family Hospitality [explicit: contains smut]

Part 3 of The Quiet Ones | Professor Hiddleston x Ava Knight Series

Summary: Ava couldn't make it to their date this Saturday after the exam week (was it even a date?). Professor Hiddleston also couldn't make it to that meeting. But fate still made them meet on that Saturday.

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