Pedro Pascal One Shots

Hotel Room Service

A/N: Female self insert, mature readers only. Enjoy ;)

Hotel Room Service

Hollywood parties were on another level, but they were exhausting. They made you stay up way past your self-proclaimed bedtime, and yet they got you so energized that you couldn't sleep. That was why you were in your hotel room, bored as hell, channel surfing on the TV while drinking from the minibar. You were considering ordering a late night snack to go with whatever movie you decided to watch, but you heard a knock at your door before you could even grab the menu or pick up the phone.

It was late enough that it was almost bizarre for someone to be visiting, but you had an idea of who it could be. You knew who you wanted it to be, but realistically, it could be anyone from the party, wanting to have an afterparty.

Luckily for you, when you opened the door, the face you were hoping for was smiling back at you.

"Room service," Pedro grinned, holding out a bottle of wine.

"How'd you know I was going to order something?" you asked, stepping aside for him to come in.

You weren't really sure how to describe the relationship between yourself and Pedro. You officially could say that you were friends, coworkers even as you had acted together before, but unofficially, it was definitely more than that. Friends didn't flirt with each other, or undress each other with their eyes, or have sexual tension every time they were around each other. But at the same time, neither of you had made a real move towards the other. To be fair, you weren't ever really alone together. It was always work or parties or dinners or public places. Never a hotel room late at night after having enough alcohol in your systems to loosen up.

Pedro went towards the minibar, grabbing the corkscrew so he could open up the bottle. You retrieved two glasses and set them out for him, admiring his slightly disheveled after party look. He was still in his silky dress shirt and nice pants, but with several buttons undone on his shirt and his tie nowhere to be found. He had substituted his dress shoes for sneakers, and his hair was messy, but in a sexy way that you loved. You, on the other hand, had wasted no time changing into an oversized sweatshirt that you wore as a dress, bra discarded and cute, seamless underwear the only remaining part of your event outfit. You hadn't taken off your makeup yet, and you had worn your hair down, so it was the same besides maybe being a bit less curly than at the beginning of the night.

"Cheers!" Pedro said, handing you a full glass of wine, which you clinked against his before taking a long sip.

"Good choice," you told him, glad for a partially sweet flavor that wasn't overwhelming or too dry.

"Thanks. I thought you'd like it," Pedro replied, meandering over towards the bed and TV. He scanned the room, trying to get a feel for the vibes. "So, what's your afterparty looking like?"

"I was going to throw on a movie, just for something to do. I'm not ready to sleep yet, obviously," you admitted, swirling the liquid around in your glass.

"Hmm. You don't sound very convinced of your movie idea," he observed, taking another sip of alcohol and setting his glass down on the closest end table.

"No, I guess I'm not." To your surprise, Pedro took your glass and set it next to his.

"What do you actually want to do, y/n?" He stepped closer and you nervously stepped backwards, quickly being stopped by the wall behind you. He had you pinned there, his chocolate eyes gazing deeply into yours. Your heart began beating faster, and butterflies swarmed inside your stomach. What did you actually want to do? Well, that was obvious. Kiss him, Touch every inch of his body. Get his clothes off of him. Ride him. But you weren't going to say that. This was the first time you had really been alone, and you weren't sure that you were ready to be that bold.