Pedro Pascal x OC fem!reader // 18+
She/her pronouns
TW: +18 mature language, sexual content, domination, mentioning of drugs and alcohol, large age gap between young female and older man, sexual relationship between professor and student & adult la...
A/N:So sorry for the late chapter, but my exams have been the only thing on my mind constantly these days. But I hope you'll enjoy this! It's been a long time since I've written smut hehe
TW(?): Fingering, oral pleasure, 'nicknames' for female & male private body parts, consensual sexual pleasure & domination
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The cab arrived only a few minutes after the collision of heavy breaths and flirtatious looks, snapping both out of the trance they were in.
"New York University please,"
Pedro informed the taxi driver, starting the meter upfront. An awkward silence filled the cab, only the faint melody from the radio could be heard on the car speakers next to them. Fiddling with the zipper of her bag, Margot suddenly remembered the pocket-sized, fifty-milliliter fireball shots she had snuck into the club for Layla.
"Close your eyes,"
Margot said, turning her attention towards Pedro who already had a mistrusting and skeptical look upon his face. Lifting her eyebrow up at him made Pedro shake his expression away and close his eyes, only peaking a time or two in the question of what the blonde had come up with.
"Open your mouth."
Margot demanded. Hearing a small 'click' he hesitantly opened his mouth. Keeping a hand on his chin, so the liquor wouldn't spill on his clothes, Margot swiftly poured the whole bottle down his throat. The burning alcohol came as a slight shock for the grown man, but he had no problem swallowing it down the hatch. Coughing a bit at the taste, he opened his eyes to see his student down one on her own too.
"Didn't expect that?" Margot laughed, getting a head shake from Pedro who still seemed to have trouble breathing correctly after the shot.
After handing him another one to take with her this time, they toasted with their miniature glass bottles, downing them within seconds. Laughing and coughing simultaneously made the two just crack up a bit more each time, of how ridiculous they must have looked at that moment. Heck, Margot may even have laid her hand upon Pedro's thigh while laughing sweetly. She simply couldn't help it.
He was quick to notice the tingling, warm feeling on his thigh every time her hand grazed it.
Driving down the straight streets of New York, it seemed like they scooted closer and closer to each other, both too shy to do or say anything even though their blood had been intoxicated with alcohol.
Margot let her intrusive, drunk, thought win over her the minute S&M by Rihanna started playing on the radio of the cab. She leaned forward to turn the volume up, making the taxi driver chortle.
"I've always wanted to do this, please hold on to me,"
And without another warning, Margot opened the window and stuck out her head and torso.
