Pedro's characters one shots

Pedro y tú*

Age gap. Sex implied at the end
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Pedro was to be out late that night. He had a meeting with his manager and he had texted saying it they were going long because there were more things to discuss than originally planned.

"Be home later than I thought-lots of things to go over. Sorry sweetheart
Xx"

You read the words on your phone and sighed. Your boyfriend had been pretty busy lately, but you understand. This was something he had been apprehensive about at the beginning of your relationship, a few years ago. However you were adamant that you understood his situation and the obligations he had AND you still wanted to be a part of his life. You would support him to the best of your ability. To that he had responded "well baby that's all I could ever ask from you."
That was 3 years ago. You had your ups and down just like any other relationship, but you wouldn't change it for anything. Pedro was an incredibly supportive boyfriend. He always carved out time in his schedule for you no matter how busy his life was. You were a professional artist and when you had first moved in he had made you an art studio in the house. He had said "think of it as an early birthday gift" as he gently took your arm hands away from your eyes, smiling at your shocked expression. It was state of the art. He had consulted highly rated interior designers and lighting specialist, the whole nine. All of your art supplies were there plus a brand new set of oil pants you had been thinking about purchasing. "Baby this is too much.." Pedro laughed. "It's absolutely not. I want you to be able to work from the comfort of our home with all things you need." You had started to cry a little bit "our home?" Pedro pulled you in close. "Yes baby OUR home. What else would I call it"

You smiled as you reminisced on these sweet moments at the beginning of your relationship. Pedro's love for had not faded one bit these last 3 years. If anything it has grown stronger. You poured the bag of frozen tortellini into the pot of boiling water. It had been a chill day. You had slept in until almost noon, had a work out (obviously Pedro has a gym in his house. How else does he maintain those fucking arms) shower, cleaned your shared bedroom and now making dinner.
You plopped onto the sofa grabbing the remote. You scrolled Netflix humming quietly as considered what to watch. You landed on "Love is Blind."
After several episodes you felt eyelids getting heavy. You deposited your dishes in the sink and went upstairs. You had spilled some of your dinner on your outfit-of course. You discarded the dirty clothes in the hamper and went to riffle through Pedro's t-shirt drawer. "How many Lakers shirts does this man own?" You muttered as you looked for his most worn in and soft shirt. You climbed into bed with Pedro's shirt, covering most of your underwear. Most of his shirts just skirted the curve off your ass, not quite covering it completely. And this was just the way he liked it.
You really wanted to stay up until he got home, but it was proving difficult to stay awake.
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Pedro massages the bridge of his nose and yawned as he put the car in park. He looked at his watch. It read 11:48. "Fuck"he muttered. He didn't mean to be out this late and felt guilty for not spending more of the day with you. Pedro turned his key in the lock. The clanging of the mettle echoed in the still, night air. He closed the door quietly behind him. "If she was still awake then she would come running down the stairs and jump on him" he thought to himself ...after a couple moments of looking at the empty stairs, he decided she must be asleep. He slipped his shoes of at the door, hoping his muffled foot steps wouldn't wake you. He shuffled into kitchen where he found your dishes in the sink. He rinsed them and set them in the dishwasher before rummaging through the pantry for a midnight snack. He settled on a piece of bread for some reason. He added a small glob of peanut butter to his measly snack.
Pedro climbed the stairs slowly, his body filled with exhaustion from the day. The door to your bedroom was left open which he was grateful for because there was definitely a creek that he had been meaning to put some WD40 on. Pedro snuck into the room and saw you sleeping on your side with one pillow tucked under your arm and your lips slightly parted "she's so fucking cute." Pedro tiptoed I to the bathroom and gently closed the door before turning on the shower.
By the time he was out of the shower he was pleased to see you were exactly as he left you. He bent down bracing himself on the mattress with one hand and kissed your forehead lightly. The wet hair woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was was Pedro's back as he pulled his dresser drawer opened slowly clearly trying to be quiet still. "Hey" you said in a groggy voice. Pedro turned around and smiled "hey baby- sorry did I wake you?" You shrugged "I was hoping to hear you come in" Pedro dropped the towel as he pulled on a pair of sleep shorts. It did not matter how many times you saw his naked body... it still had an effect on you. Pedro had a nice ass and a huge dick (hard or not) you ogled through hooded eyes. "Enjoying the show?" Pedro smirked. "Mhm"
"Si tú quería eso...solamente tienes preguntas"
You fucking love it when he speaks Spanish to you. "Really old man? You're not too tired to do all of this?" You asked gesturing to your body. "Oh baby... for you I can go any time."