Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 10 : "are you gonna beg for it now?"

(Smut warning)

A light breeze swept over my face and a harsh brightness streamed into my eyes as I opened them, squinting and lifting my head. It pounded relentlessly as I tried to figure out where I was.

I felt a warm arm over my back and rolled over, clutching my head to see Pedro, sprawled out on his front, his head squished against his pillow with a slight frown on his face as he slept, in nothing but boxer shorts.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, I sat up in bed. Pedro's black eyes opened sleepily.

"Hi," he said, yawning with a little smile, his voice gruffled and low.

"Hi," I answered shyly. I drew my knees up to my chest, painfully aware of the fact I was in only my underwear and a bra. Without missing a beat he passed me his t shirt from off the floor and I thanked him, pulling it over me.

"Pedro, did we-" I looked at him reproachfully.

"God no, you were way too drunk," he grinned, looking at the ceiling. "How much do you remember?"

"Not much," I replied, rubbing my head.

Pedro giggled. "Ok good, you won't want to hear about you begging me to fuck you then," he smirked a little, teasingly running out the room.

"What??" I flushed red and followed him, spluttering with laughter.

"No way did I do that," I leant against the kitchen wall, arms crossed as he turned on the stove and grabbed a saucepan.

He looked back at me playfully with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh Pedro, I need you, please Pedro give it to me, ohh-" He twirled his hair through his fingers, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Oh my god please shut up!" I whacked him over the head with the nearest tea towel, flaming with embarrassment.

"Hey it's fine, honestly Enya was worse than you. You two are soo funny when you're like that," he chuckled under his breath as he began to fry some bacon.

"I don't even know what to say, I'm sorry, I haven't been that drunk in a while," I slipped into the chair at the breakfast bar, running my hands through my tangled hair.

Pedro placed down in front of us two plates of bacon and egg with some toast, sliding into the seat next to me.

"Hey, you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts," he looked up at me mid chew, one eyebrow raised. I smiled and looked down at my plate, but couldn't stop myself from breaking into a fit of laughter immediately after he did.

Finishing his breakfast quickly, Pedro got up, scratching his lower stomach and wondering around. He flipped on a record on Oscar's record player and came to drag me up from my toast.

"Ahh, I love this song," I mumbled, swaying around the room in Pedro's arms.

"Me too," he said, softly singing the lyrics under his breath as we danced. I giggled as he attempted to twirl me around, and looked up into his deep brown eyes as I came to face him. His face was softened with affection, his beard sticking up in random places from a night of sleep. I felt an unbearable weight of love for him right in that moment, pressing my forehead against his and bringing his lips into mine as I ran my fingers across his stubbled jawline.

As we broke apart for breath he pulled me into a hug, my head resting in the crook of his neck, soaking up the warmth of his bare chest. We kept dancing around, laughing and tripping round the chairs in Oscar's kitchen.

"Is it bad to ask for a shower?I just feel so gross from last night." I looked up at Pedro.

"No absolutely not, I was gonna go for one as well actually." He looked at me questioningly and I laughed at what he was insinuating.

"I'll go shower in the guest room, you can go in Oscar's room," he said, rolling his eyes and grinning.

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Instant relief poured over me as I felt the warm water run over my body. It soothed the aches and pains from the night before that I had unknowingly obtained and melted away the pain in my head. With reluctance I tried to recall how last night played out. Everything was relatively clear, until we got to Oscar's: we went to my Dad's, then the premiere, then the club. Oscars words rang in my head:

"Pedrito has something to tell you,"

It was of no significance to me at the time but now I longed to know what he wanted. I ached for the way he touched me in the theatre, the softness his lips on mine, even the harshness of his moustache against my face. Frustrated, I rubbed my hand against my neck- maybe I should have taken up his offer of showering together.

Fresh out of the shower, I dried off and dropped my towel, wandering into the bedroom in an attempt to retrieve the clothes I don't even remember taking off.

"Holy- Oh fuck sorry, I was looking for my boxers, I didn't think you would be done so quick," he looked frantically at the ground, avoiding my gaze.

I awkwardly covered my boobs with my arms, heart beating faster.

"No, it's ok. Really," I said with intention.

He grabbed my underwear off the floor and passed them to me, and slowly his eyes came up to meet mine.

"Here, sorry, you probably want, uhh these.." he trailed off as his darkening eyes wandered over me.

His tanned body was covered only by a towel that clung to his lower waist, revealing his dark happy trail creeping between a V line of his muscled lower abdomen. I swallowed nervously, and as I looked back up Pedro had taken a step toward me, our noses almost touching.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, tilting his face toward mine as an invitation to kiss him. I accepted immediately, melting into his body as we kissed. He became hungrier, pushing his face into mine and my hands wandered to his waistline. I broke the seal of his towel with a fingertip and traced the top, his breathing growing heavier as he ran his hands down my back.

Impatiently he dropped the towel to the ground, pushing me onto the bed behind us and climbing on top of me. I could feel his length pressed against my inner thigh and couldn't help but gasp in between kisses as his fingers caressed me between my legs. He left a trail of delicate wet kisses and moved down, slowly licking my inner thighs.

"Jesus Pedro," I whimpered as his tongue moved into me, his hands firmly gripping my legs as I squirmed with pleasure.

Slowly he made his way back to my face, lightly sucking on my nipples and running his hands over my torso. He reached down to line up his manhood with my opening and I looked at him pleadingly. His fingers interlocked with mine, pushing my arms above my head.

"Are you gonna beg for it now?" He said, cocking his head and smiling before leaning to kiss me.

"Fuck you," I panted, arching my back as he pushed it in me as slowly as he could, staring intensely into my eyes and watching my reaction.

"Fuckk," he whispered.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he lay back and pulled me onto his lap, his hands on my ass moving me up and down on his cock. I panted shakily, my lips brushing his forehead.

"There's my pretty girl," he mumbled between grunts, looking up at me to kiss me. Breathless, I struggled to kiss him back.