Pedro Pascal Imagines

Tickle Torture

Sunday mornings were your favorite. It was the only day of the week where both you and Pedro could afford to stay in bed for as long as you wanted.

"That's a cute pic. May I post it on Twitter?" Pedro asked casually while editing the picture he took a moment ago.

You looked cute indeed but it was clearly visible that you were laying in the same bed, sharing the same blanket, wearing his t-shirt.

"Uh... It's kinda..."

"What?"

"Don't you think people are gonna find out... you know."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Well, I would." You said unwary of how it sounded but Pedro's eyes dart to yours for a moment and you were immediately engulfed in guilt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... I mean I'm not ready yet." You said softly and moved to straddle him. His sulking mouth twisted into a wry smile as you took his face between your hands and placed a gentle kiss onto it. He sighed.

"Y/N, I just... I miss you. We're both so busy and when we finally have the time to be together we have to find the opportunity to hide. I don't want to hide. I wanna... I just wanna bring coffee at your work or drop by for a kiss at lunch break o-o-or take you to a restaurant, a movie, anything. I wanna be with you."

"Oh, babe! I want that too."

"Really?"

"You have no idea how crappy is the coffee at our office!" You said wearing a naughty smile while slowly rubbing his bare chest with your fingertips.

"I'm trying to be serious here if you don't mind."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Despite his sweet smile, the intent gaze he fixed on yours was stern and penetrating. You must have looked away.

"I... I want this too, but... I can't stop worrying about people judging me."

"Why would they?"

"Because! Do you know how many people want to be in my shoes?"

"What?"

"I... I'm afraid they're gonna think I'm not good enough to be your girlfriend. I don't deserve you."

"Don't deserve me?" His chuckle exploded into a hearty laugh. "Are you kidding, because this is the dumbest thing you've ever said. And you've said a lot."

"You know what I mean." You said with a fake resentment in your voice.

"I don't. Does it mean you el-oh-ve-ee me?" He smirked and you felt the heat rising to your core as his touch playfully traveled across your back.

"Whoa, Mr. Pascal!"

"What? You didn't make it clear."

"No, stop it! Stop!" You squealed as he emerged above you, imprisoning your body under his own while tickling your side with great eagerness until your fierce protest fell into a fit of giggles.

"I do." You whimpered at last, forcing his tortures to a sudden halt. He raised his head from your neck and looked down at you with a little twinkle of disbelief in his eyes. You swallowed.

"What?" He asked softly as you locked your gaze with his. You've never thought you're gonna confess like this but it came so naturally and just felt so right.

"I... do love you." You declared again, carefully examining his expression.

"Are you serious now? You're not kidding right, because... Because I do fucking love you too." Pedro admitted. Excitement rising in his voice and pure bliss fidgeting in his eyes.

Your arms moved to pull him hard against you, opening your mouth to his kiss but the kiss spread into wide smiles and giggles against each other's lips.

"Pedro." You said with a serious tone in your voice which had his complete attention glued to you.

"If... if we make this official you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"You'll bring coffee to my office, yes?" You smirked at him playfully wiggling your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes but couldn't help the chuckle to escape him.

"Every single day, mi amor." He promised before giving you a second round of tickle torture.