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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 10

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, sex (piv), male!oralsex.

n/a: i just wanna say thank you if you’ve read my fic until here. this is the final chapter and, once again, i hope you liked it. have a good one!

word count: 1,705

The first and most important prèmiere of the film was scheduled to happen in London, so you were very much excited to get on the plane to attend it. You did your best to focus your energy on the event itself and not be worrying about a certain Chilean actor who may or may not even say hi to you. You didn’t reply to his text about it and neither did he send you another one. You didn’t feel bad, you were doing what you could to protect your feelings. Of course, they didn’t overbook the crew again so you had a couple hours alone in your room to get ready for it and you made sure you had a killer outfit on, just in case.

You made your way to the entrance, avoiding even going close to the red carpet. But, still, you saw him there. Being his gentle, funny, amazing self. Your heart skipped a beat just by seeing his smiley face. He looked so handsome, as usual. Fuck, he caught you staring at him. He winked at you, opening a bigger smile. You looked in another direction, blushing and walking inside the building already.

There was a big room with some round tables to accommodate the guests and, later in the evening, catering and drinking. You didn’t stop there, going straight inside the theater room and finding a seat for yourself, way in the back. You said hi to some people, but mostly scrolled through your phone for what felt like forever. The room was getting busier and louder. Donna, the producer, and your friend Flo approached you with a gentle handshake, asking you to join the crew on the front row, which you did. Of course, there he was. So. fucking. attractive.

He came closer to you, with a huge smile on his face, and hugged you so tight. Your legs almost gave in, but you put yourself back together. It was a shame the way those months had passed and pretty much wiped out any chance you had to try to make it work. But you didn’t blame anyone, it was just life.

“You look gorgeous”, he whispered in your ear.

“Thanks”, you said as you moved away from him.

“Saved you a seat, sweetheart”, he showed you with his hand.

Just next to his, with a piece of paper printed with your name and a picture Pedro took from you back in one of your dates in Berlin. You had to control the smile forming on your face, you didn’t want to look like this silly, kind of in love girl. At the same time, you hated him a little bit, for growing apart but still making these cute little things.

“You don’t have to”, he told you, a bit uncertain.

You sat down, there’s no point of being mean or pretending you weren’t dying to sit next to him. Pedro and all the audience sat down as well, the movie started on the big scream. It was hard for you to pay proper attention to it, once Pedro was grabbing and rubbing your upper tights with his hand. Why did he have to add torture to it? He was amazing at the movie as well, your memories of the movie set taking over for a little bit during every scene you saw him perform. At the end, a long standing ovation. Pedro was shining, clapping hard to it as well.

Everybody went to the other room and sat around the tables. Pedro held your hand all the way there and that made you nervous, because the press was also at the event — the whole point was to promote it, after all. He made sure you were sitting at his table, before going to the improvised stage for the Q&A. Nobody seemed to care much about you, which was good, the room was loud and messy. Finally, the interview started. A couple of questions to Pedro, others to Donna and her partner. You were minding your own business (drinking alcohol) when a question got your attention:

“Even though your character didn’t have any love interest in the movie, you still looked very much in love, Pedro. Are you in love with your job or is there a different sparkle going on for you?”

“There was definitely a different sparkle going on for me during the shooting”, Pedro answered, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. “But yeah, wasn’t in love with the job, actually, it was very challenging for me.”

They started going in another direction and you breathed out strongly. Why did he have to be so… Himself?

“I thought they were going to keep me there all night long”, Pedro said as he sat down by your side, a glass of whisky in his hand.

“You did great”, you complimented him with a smile.

“Nah, tough crowd today”, he replied. “You didn’t even look at me that much.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were a nervous trainwreck, that’s all.

“But I’m glad you came”, Pedro smiled. “I’m sorry the distance thing wasn’t working.”

“Yeah, it’s fine”, you really meant that. You didn’t consider him guilty of all.

“You seeing anybody?” He started deeply into your eyes, a pinch of jealousy inside his own.

“A lady never tells”, you told him. Not a single soul, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Well, I’m not loving it”, he laughed softly. “I meant to call you—”

“I’m sure you had your reasons not to, P.”

Silence.

“Should we say our official goodbyes tonight?” He proposed and you nodded. “Good, text me your hotel room number.”

The evening went on, everybody wanted a piece of Pedro. A couple hours later, you felt tired. The flight, all the human interactions, it was just enough for you. You got yourself a taxi and went back to the hotel, feeling accomplished after the premiere. It was the closing this project, and yourself, needed. You took a long, relaxing shower and went to bed. Pedro had your number and information, so he could’ve reached out if he wanted to. Being who he was wasn’t easy, so you couldn’t really be bad at him for anything. You had your feelings, he had his — and the real, grown-up world didn’t give a fuck about any of them.

It was 4am when you heard sounds around your room. You didn’t have to move or open your eyes, because soon Pedro talked to you:

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s me.”

He crawled into your bed, got under the blanket and hugged you. The heat of your body contrasting with his chilly, outside temperature. Even after 6 months, he still felt very inviting.

“I tried to leave early”, he promised close to your neck.

“Yeah, it’s okay”, you said quietly. “You’re the star, everybody wants a piece of you.”

“Lucky me I already had plans”, Pedro kissed you cheek. You crossed your arm though his neck. “But, still… I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“Just fucking kiss me already.”

He did as you asked. His strong grip on your waist, his tongue invading your mouth without second-guessing. It wasn’t just lazy sex, it was very… familiar. There was already this intimacy between you and it felt like not a day had passed since the end of the shooting. You were still laying down when Pedro came closer to your head with his hips and you began to suck his cock. You couldn’t take him all in, so you used your hand to help. You could see he was losing his mind over this, moving deeper and deeper. You controlled your breathing, doing your best to keep going longer for him and for yourself, because that was making your insides pulse.

“I’m so close”, he moaned as he took it out of your mouth. “But I’m not done yet.”

Pedro fingered you for a couple of minutes, really just to feel your wetness for him. He had pure lust in his eyes, but still, he was sweet and careful with you. You opened your legs wider for him and he positioned his cock at your entrance. He looked at you for a moment, making sure it was okay and you nodded. So he started thrusting, slowly but strong at the end. With one hand, he was supporting his body, and with the other one, he was rubbing your clit. You felt this warm feeling taking over your body.

“Fuck, so wet and warm”, he moaned with pleasure. “And so fucking tight.”

“Please, keep going”, you begged, his fingers doing wonders for you. The feeling starting on your under belly slowly growing.

“Wrappin’ around me so good, baby girl”, Pedro whispered, as he felt you squeezing him with your pulsing core. “Wanna feel you cumming while taking me all in.”

That was it for you, the climax just spreading all over your body, making you collapse. Pedro kept his thrusts, going a bit faster now. It didn’t take him much time.

“Imma fill you up.”

His whisper was followed by his loud moans. You loved to hear him expressing his feelings during sex, it was a complete turn on for you. So you kissed him deeply once he let his body fall next to yours. You were both tired and sweaty.

“Amazing”, he told you, petting your face with his hand.

“Yeah”, you agreed. “My legs are still shaking.”

You both laughed a little bit. Then, Pedro stared at your eyes.

“Should I stay until the morning?” He asked. You bit the inside of your mouth.

“I guess it’s better for you to go, P.”

It killed you, but you’ve come to terms with it. It is what it is and it will pass.

“Yeah, you’re right”, he said quietly. “You know, I really wished…”

“I know”, you stopped him. “Me too.”

Pedro gave you a final kiss on the lips and got dressed again. He opened the door to leave your room, but he stopped before exiting.

“I hope I’ll see you around then, princesa.”

The room was dark, except from the crack of the open door.

“Not if I see you first.”

THE END

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Have you thought of another Pedro x reader fic yet? Absolutely no pressure but I’m dreading Wildest Dreams ending!!!!

heyyy no, not yet :( should I put more thinking into it?

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I’ve been loving Wildest Dreams so much!! I feel like I’ve read near every Pedro pascal x reader there was and your story is so good I get so exited whenever you post. Anyway ty for writing this masterpiece!

Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me to get this kind of feedback <3

The final chapter is going online tomorrow :) fingers crossed you will like it!

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I love so much Wildest Dreams!! Waiting for the next chapter. Thank you for writing 😊.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3

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Hello!

I just wanted to know if you took requests, please?

❤️❤️ Have a good day!!

I sure can try :)

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 9

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, jealousy, bit fluffy.

n/a: next chapter will be the last one. thanks for everyone following this piece! x

word count: 1,455

Finally, it was your last day on the movie set. The last few weeks have been busy, and yet probably the best ones in your whole entire life. You felt confident during every shooting, with every opinion and suggestion you gave, and you owed it to the way Pedro treated you. He never looked down on you for being just an assistant, actually he would always stop everything he was doing to hear what you had to say — and, by doing that, he forced every crew member to do the same, because they couldn’t keep rolling without his performance. You felt grateful and accomplished, because more than a romance, that’s what you came to this job looking for, the experience, growth and networking. It was only the beginning for you in the industry and, even with the dirty looks, people didn’t dare deny you were pretty fucking good at your job and they couldn’t take that away from you.

Once everyone was back in Berlin, at the same hotel from the start, the producers scheduled a happy hour at a bar to celebrate the end of the shooting. You went with Flo, as Pedro had a meeting with his agent to discuss a new role and would meet you there later. It was good to not be around him for a little bit, so people could see you for yourself and you even got some laughs and smiles. Some people even directly told you they wish you’d hung out more together, but there would be other opportunities, and you sure hoped so. Just one of the camera operators, Adam, was a little too emphatic about that, making you feel uncomfortable when he started being too touchy. It may have been the booze, Pedro’s absence, or the vibe of confraternization, maybe all of it, but you were doing your best to keep your distance when Pedro finally arrived and you could tell by his look, he wasn’t impressed with Adam’s behavior around you.

Pedro said hi to some people and got caught up in a conversation with Donna. Adam noticed you looking at him and popped the question:

“Don’t you think he is too old for you?”

“Excuse me?” You gave him a killer look, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Why waste your peak with someone that old?” Adam shaked his shoulder, as if it was obvious. “Like, does his cock even get hard?

You stared at him blankly. How dare he?

“I didn’t mean to offend you— actually, I think you’re very hot and would definitely hit it”, he said with a cheeky smile. “Just asking, y’know?”

“Not really, you dumbass”, you told him. “Why don’t you do me a favor and shut the fuck up?”

“Wow, princess, calm down”, he tried to reach you with his arms but you didn't let him. At this point, the people closer to you were already looking at the scene.

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me to calm the fuck down, you little fuck”, you felt anger dominating you, as you were almost yelling at him.

“You kiss him with this dirty mouth of yours?” Adam said. “Maybe that’s what he is into”.

The whole room stayed silent for a few seconds, what felt like forever inside your head, until Pedro said jokingly:

“Uh, I guess that’s my queue.”

He came closer to you, kissed your forehead and looked into Adam’s soul with a look that he reserved only for when he decided to be protective of you.

“I’m sure you shared some amazing input”, irony spitting like saliva out of Pedro’s mouth, “but I think my girl had enough of it.”

His girl. He put his arm around your waist and started to walk away.

“This shit is freaking disgusting, man”, Adam said, making Pedro slowly turn his head back in his direction. “Everybody thinks it, but I’m letting you know. You could’ve been her dad.”

“Well, good thing I’m not”, Pedro growled, his grip on you even more strong. “I suggest you mind your own fucking business from now on, or we’re going to have a problem and I’m pretty confident you don’t really want that.”

Donna came closer, telling Adam to move elsewhere.

“What a bad vibe”, she fake-laughed, uncomfortable. “Sorry about that, let’s get back to celebration, shall we?”

You and Pedro stayed around for a little longer, drinking and talking mostly to Flo and her group of friends. Once they went to get a refill, Pedro pulled you closer to his chest and touched your hair.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He whispered, worried about you. “I swear to God I should’ve punched that asshole on the face.”

“The motherfucker isn’t worth it”, you crossed your arms around his neck and you felt a little sick in your stomach. “Would it be like this forever? I’m, if we really got together.”

“I don’t know”, he confessed, his hand petting your check. “Not forever, but maybe in the beginning, until people get used to it. I’m just recovering now from those paparazzi photos bad press.”

You hid your face against his chest. Right there, you accepted you could never have him completely. You’ve realized this long before, but kept lying to yourself for as long as you could. By tomorrow, the two of you would be flying home, to different destinations and that would’ve been the end of it all — you’d be left with only the memories of what you briefly lived together. Pedro saw the expression on your face and quickly pressed a little kiss on your lips.

“I won’t forget you easily anyways”, he promised. “This damn fine ass will haunt my dreams for a while.”

You let out a little laugh.

“I bet.”

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the night with the crew. Despite the little scene before, everyone was behaving very politely and you had a great time. It was way past midnight when people started going back to theirs, getting ready to leave in the morning. Pedro asked you to join him, to watch the sunrise at the hotel’s rooftop. You sneaked your way around and you didn’t have to wait long for the shots of yellow, red, orange and pink to start rising in the sky. He held you in his arms, without saying anything for a few minutes. You were just happy to feel his body close to yours, his hands gently pressing your waist and his warm breath against your neck.

“I know you are going back to yours and I’m heading to LA”, he started, turning your body so he could see your face. “We will meet again, it doesn’t have to mean goodbye.”

“Yeah, except it does”, you let out a little smile, facing reality was the best way to face this. “I was okay before you, I’ll be after.”

“What about me?” He gave you this big look with his eyes. “Don’t you think I’mma miss you, baby girl?”

“It will pass.”

Pedro held you tight, kissing you in a way he never had before. It was full of feelings, as if that one kiss could mean everything he wanted to say to you, but he couldn’t. He would never promise you something he isn’t certain he would be able to keep, and that was his way of letting you know he did have feelings for you — even against all the odds and protocols.

“It’ll pass”, he whispered with his eyes closed, forehead against yours.

In the first couple of weeks, Pedro texted you everyday, asking about your day and telling you about his. Then, it was a couple times a week. A few times a month. After that, the communication happened mostly through Instagram likes. At first, you were sad about it, because you wished with all your heart to be wrong about it passing, but guess you weren’t. Pedro was busy, he was one of the top male actors around and was always jumping from a project to another. You were getting gigs, some better than others, but still was able to make a living and people kept booking you, mostly to work around the region you already lived.

In between jobs, you got the schedule of the release of the project you’ve worked on together. This happened about 6 months after the end of it, and thinking about seeing Pedro after all this time made your heart race. You did your best to not fantasize about it at all, but you melted a little bit inside when you got his text, together with a little anger — why was he doing this with you again?

Just got the release schedule. Kinda hoping they overbook rooms again. x

CHAPTER 10 AVALIABLE NOW

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 8

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, shower sex (piv), angelic, conforting pedro.

word count: 1,541

The next morning, you woke up with a terrible headache and a sick feeling in your stomach, probably from anxiety. Pedro was laying down as the big spoon, his arms around your waist, as if he could defend you from anything in this world. You tried to move without waking him up, but he squeezed his grip even more and gave a kiss on the back of your neck.

“Where you goin’?” His morning, lazy voice giving you chills. “Don’t leave me just yet.”

You relaxed your body as he came closer to you, if that was even possible. You loved his manly smell, tobacco and some cheap soap. Flashes from the night before, the way he protected you, not caring what anybody would think. It was enough proof that he was by your side, at least for now — let it be infinite while it lasts.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, his fingers tracing an irregular patch on the side of your body. “Got me so worried, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine”, you said with a low voice. “Thank you, P.”

“Good”, he whispered as he smelled your hair. “I called my agent, they can’t make it go away, but they will see what they can do to prevent your face from appearing in the pictures.”

You breathed out strongly. Your face all over the internet was something you weren’t looking forward to.

“That would be great”, you used a thankful tone. “I’m sorry about my behavior last night.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry about”, he promised, leaning to kiss your cheek. “There never was a time before now, before you… That’s usually not how I roll, especially in my professional environment.”

You nodded, feeling a little less stressed and started to move again, sitting on the bed. You felt exhausted and was happy to still have the whole day to rest, before going back to the set.

“I need to take a long, hot shower”, you let him know and he gave you a smirk. “What?”

“Won’t you ask if I wanna join?” He said playfully. You gave him a big and honest smile, how could you not?

He took that as a yes and walked closely behind you to the bathroom. You turned on the shower and waited for the warm water to come. Pedro hugged you from behind and you could see in the mirror in front of you the look on his face. Slowly, he got rid of your clothes, kissing you all over you body. You did the same with his own and he held your hand to help you get in the shower.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your body”, he confessed as he followed you. The warm water running through your body, relaxing your muscles. “So beautiful.”

“Stop it”, you laughed softly. Pedro started to massage your shoulders, you let out a soft moan. “You take such good care of me.”

“That’s all I wanna do.”

He held your chin up and kissed you calmly. You let one of your hands rest on his chest, the other one grabbing his hair. He put his arms around your waist, one of his hands on your ass. His tongue asked permission to touch yours, and your kiss got deeper. You felt his half hard cook poking your lower belly, making butterflies fly everywhere inside you. You stopped the kiss for a bit, gasping for air.

Pedro looked at you, a sparkle in his eyes. He cups your breasts with his hands and, after he saw the relaxed expression on your face, he put his mouth on your nipple, sucking it softly. He definitely knew how to use his tongue. You grabbed his arms, your nails scratching him a little. One of his hands moved to touch between your legs and he gasped at how wet you were.

“We don’t have to”, he told you, looking deeply into your eyes, always making sure you were comfortable with the situation.

“I want to, P”, you smiled and kissed his mouth again. “Maybe just a little more delicate today.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

Pedro held your leg with one hand, as you crossed it around his hips, and the other one supported your lower back. You kissed slowly, the warming feeling growing inside you.

“Is this okay for you?” He asked, kissing your neck.

“Yes”, you replied, getting inebriated by everything about him.

He didn’t have to do much, as he positioned his cock close to your entrance and you pushed your body down to take it inside.

“Fuck”, he moaned. “Your pussy swallowing my cock all in.”

His thrusts began slowly, just giving you the opportunity to really feel his thickness making you feel complete. It wasn’t his main focus, as he positioned his hand to rub your clit. He made circles around it and pitched it a little bit, giving you chills. You felt that feeling pulsing inside and tried to focus on it, not letting it go.

“Squeezing me so good, baby girl”, Pedro whispered in your ear, biting it softly after. “I love the feeling of you all around me.”

That helped the growing ecstasy on your lower belly, you were getting closer.

“Your touch is fucking magical”, you confess. “I-I’m so close, daddy.”

He held his tempo, allowing you to reach your climax. You felt the feeling reaching your whole body, contracting your insides as you moaned loudly. He stopped everything he was doing, but kept his cock inside you.

“I could stay here forever”, he said, peaking your neck softly with his teeth.

“You into cockwarming or something?” You replied, smirking at him.

“Maybe.” He was serious, but soon left out a big laugh and you joined him.

You looked at eachother, just taking in the moment. Fuck, you could really fall for him if you let yourself get caught on those feelings you may or may not be having. Perhaps, you could even love him— you quickly shaked that thought away.

The two of you spend the rest of the day just hanging out together, watching TV, eating some minifridge snacks and cuddling. It was a perfect escape from reality and, for a brief period of time, you felt like what you had could actually be a normal relationship. You forced yourself to stop, you couldn’t fantasize like this. In the afternoon, you went back to the movie set and went straight to your cabin, Pedro to his. Later, he knocked on your door. You let him in and he grabbed you, kissing you strongly with so much passion. You made out for a little, just enough to get him shirtless on your bed, smoking a cigar.

“Do you agree we’re already fucked?” He asked you with a serious look on his face, and you agreed with a headshake. “Great, so fuck ‘em— we still have like a month here, so I’m gonna make sure everybody in this crew knows you’re fucking mine.”

The day after, the whole crew was giving you all these dirty looks, so you figured everybody was on the same page as Donna and the paparazzis. So it didn’t make a difference when Pedro sat with you during lunch break or when he held your hand and touched your face gently between scenes. You’ve tried so hard to suppress what you were living, that you were denying yourself the right to be happy and enjoy what you were having together, even if it had an expiration date.

In the evening, Pedro had a meeting with the producers and you hung out with Flo, kinda hoping she would give you her thoughts and also spill some tea about what people were talking behind your back. She came over to yours and you opened a bottle of cheap wine.

“So, I thought you two were only flirting like, for fun”, she laughed, lighting the mood. “But I’m so happy for you honey, he’s such a honk.”

You let out a loud laugh, nodding.

“Yesterday when we got the news he was seen in Berlin with a mysterious young woman, I gasped, you fucking bitch— you never told me a thing!”

“It has been hell, Flo”, you confessed, staring your feet. “I really like him, I do. We’re not going far, though.”

“I know it sucks when we’re young and it feels like we’re gonna feel those huge feelings forever, but I promise, we won’t”, she comforted you, that was one of her talents as a friend.

“What are they saying about us?” You asked, deep down afraid of the answer.

“Some were like ‘good for her’, thinking it was cute and fun, while others… Well—” She stopped for a moment, apparently looking for the right words. “People talk shit, that’s what they like to do. You could have been dating the catering guy and I guarantee you they would still be talking about it.”

“Yeah, sure”, you weren’t sure at all, but you didn’t want to force her to repeat all the awful things you could already picture people saying.

“If you ask me, there’s nothing wrong with you guys”, Flo smiled at you. “Enjoy what you’re living right now, you can always cry about it later anyways.”

CHAPTER 9 AVALIABLE NOW

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 7

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, protective pedro, panic attack (not detailed), just he being an angel mostly.

n/a: thanks for last chapter’s comments! they always put a smile on my face :D

word count: 1,751

After the extra days off in Berlin, life back at the movie set was not your cup of tea. New director, new schedule, new dynamics. You weren’t able to spend as much time alone with Pedro anymore, because they were redoing a big part of the movie and keeping the same end date for the shootings — that meant no more night sneakouts for both of you, not on working days at least. You still texted all the time and kept staring at each other every time you were in the same room, but you just missed how things were at the beginning, especially with this sparkle happening between you two. You eagerly waited for your off day announcement, hoping it would match Pedro’s for the first time in almost a month. When you got the paper, it upset you. Later, on the same day, you asked Pedro to come over to your cabin for a little, which he happily did.

You could see how tired he was, 3 months into the shooting. This was an ungrateful industry, for sure. You were tired yourself, being just an assistant. You hugged him once the door was closed.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi princesa”, he whispered in your ear. “This filming schedule will end up killing all of us.”

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to the final month, we are so behind…” You couldn’t help but worry about all the extra hours to come, but you didn’t want to spend your time with him talking about work. “I was wondering, I will have the day after tomorrow off. I saw you don’t, but maybe you could ask for it?”

“I can try”, he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s something I’ve meaning to tell you about.”

Your anxious ass was already nervous. You stared at him, waiting.

“Donna asked me about the nature of our relationship”, a little pout on his face. “I didn’t give her an answer, but I guess people have been gossiping about it.”

“We don’t even get to spend that much time together anymore”, you felt upset. “That’s just so fucking unfair.”

He held you closer into his chest, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane, sweetheart”, Pedro promised, as you got caught up on hearing his heart pumping hard inside his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t your fault, P”, you said softly. “That’s the one thing you can’t protect me from, I guess.”

Pedro breathed out strongly, feeling frustrated.

“I just wish we could come clean”, he confessed. “I feel hiding it just makes it look worse for us, and I really don’t think we’re doing anything wrong.”

“People already give me these dirty, judgy looks only being suspicious of it”, you replied. “Picture if we come out, my life here would turn into hell and probably none of these people would put out a good word about me for a next gig.”

“I hate how they choose to pick on you, not me”, Pedro touches your arm with affection. “What do you want to do?”

“It would be lovely if we got the same day off, as a start.” You loved how he was always asking your opinion. “Maybe we could go back to that pub in Berlin, just get out of this place for a bit.”

“I will make sure it happens, promise”, he showed you his pinky. You smiled and took it, kissing him briefly on the lips — there’s no time or energy for more than that.

The next day, you get early to the common area and, before you get to say anything to let them know you were there, you hear Pedro and Donna mentioning your name. It looked like they were having an argument.

“This will fuck your career up if you don’t drop it”, she said, getting an angry look from him. “I did everything you asked: Dave’s out, I kept her on the crew and I will recommend her to future jobs, but that’s what you’re getting from me.”

“You’re talking like she was a kid or something”, Pedro argued with a frustrated tone.

“You know it’s fucking wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it as a secret until now”, Donna told him, making you fell incredible bad. You should make a sound or something, but it felt like it was too late. “A scandal like this can ruin the whole movie campaign, the award season, every single thing is on the line here. For what? A twenty-something old pussy? Please.”

“I won’t ask you again to watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her”, he was controlling himself, the tension on his body showing.

“You can have your fucking day off Pedro”, she shaked her shoulders. “I wash my hands, but if this backlashes against the project or the studio, I might not be able to do anything about you, but she is fucked.”

“Don’t you fucking dare”, he warned her.

“You heard me and you better make sure she knows what she is getting into”, Donna didn’t seem intimidated. “That’s if you’re even keeping her after we’re done here.”

Pedro didn’t reply and she went away to the opposite direction, her last statement still floating in the air. Fuck, that didn’t look good. You didn’t want him to know you just heard all of that, so you quietly sneaked back to your cabin. That conversation was everything you were able to think about during the day, as you did your best to avoid being with both of them. Later, Pedro texted you to come over with your bag packed for the day away. Once you got there, he greeted you with a tired smile and occupied himself with packing his own luggage.

“I heard you and Donna today”, you confessed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

Pedro looked at you, a worried look in his eyes.

“Which part?” He asked, using his hand to invite you to sit on his bed with him.

“The last one”, you frowned. “Was she right?”

“About what?”

“You don’t keeping me after.”

He breathed out slowly, running his hands on his face.

“I don’t know what life will bring, sweetheart”, he started, but your heart was already racing. That’s definitely not what you wanted to hear. “Of course I care about you, but I told you before, I can’t make long term promises right now.”

It just broke you a little bit — at least, he is being honest, you thought. But it didn’t help the sinking feeling you felt inside.

“Thanks for making things clear”, you whispered, doing your best to hold back the tears. “We should get going… Let’s enjoy the month we have left.”

“Baby girl—”

“It’s fine, Pedro”, you didn’t let him finish. “Let’s just go.”

So you two did. The drive to Berlin was absolute silence and, once you got there, you went straight to the same pub/night club from the first time you went out together. Pedro’s friends were waiting for you there, but your mind just wasn’t in it. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. You felt heartbroken to the point you couldn’t pretend everything was fine and just be around him, so you decided to sit at the bar by yourself. He didn’t come after you at first, and when he did, you were already kind of drunk, full of all these feelings.

“You okay?” He asked, getting on the seat by your side. “I hope you got what I meant—”

“Do you do it in every project?” You interrupted him, popping the question that was killing you. “Am I just a thing for this one, and next one is another girl?”

“I wouldn’t— Y/N, I never meant that”, he looked worried that you were thinking that about him. “Please, don’t even go there, it’s nonsense.”

You nodded, unsatisfied but unable to start a proper argument.

“If you aren’t having a good time, I would rather just get a hotel room and spend our free time together”, Pedro said after a few minutes in silence.

You didn’t reply, you only stood up and shaked your head at the exit’s direction. He guided you, holding your hand. He opened the door for you and you didn’t expect the flashes and yelling. Scared, you almost stumbled on your own feet, but Pedro held your arm, side-hugging you and using his jacket to protect your face from the paparazzi. You felt a panic attack coming, feeling unable to move. Pedro held you even closer, doing his best to protect you.

"Who is she?” A pap screamed.

“Pose for a pic, Pedro!” Another one did the same.

“Please you guys, give us space”, Pedro asked politely, he could barely see where he was going, the strong flashing lights taking his sight away.

“New GF, Pepe?” They kept trying to get a good picture of both of you. “Let me see her cute face. C'mon, man!”

“Fuck off, asshole”, Pedro pushed his way through the group, getting you inside the car and telling the driver to go. “What the fuck just happened?”

You still couldn’t move, your eyes hurting from the lights and your dizziness wasn’t helping. Pedro held your hand tight and kissed your cheek.

“You okay, baby, I got you”, he promised.

Your breath was irregular and you hid your face against his chest.

“I’m so, so sorry— I don’t even know’, he touched your hair nicely. “Try to focus on your breath, sweetheart. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

You did as he asked, trying to pay attention to his beating heart, as it always brought you confort. He reached for a water bottle and gave it to you. You slipped a little bit, being able to regain control of your breathing. Your whole body still shaking.

“Fuck”, he whispered, running his hand thought his hair. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”

“What the hell was that?” You spoke with a weak voice, still regulating yourself.

“Fucking paps, I don’t know—” he tried to explain, but you could see they caught him off guard as well. “Let’s get you to bed, I’m gonna call my agent. It will be fine.”

He did as he promised. He helped you undress and change into your pajamas. You brushed your teeth under his careful look and he tucked you into bed, giving you a long kiss on your forehead.

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 6

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut, beware: there will be fucking (piv), not really slow burn at all.

n/a: idk how to reply to each comment individually with this account and not my personal one, but please KNOW i read all of them and it just makes me smile, so thank you and keep ‘em coming! <3

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You and Pedro were in Berlin for about 3 days when you got the producer’s email, asking everybody to be ready to get back to work on Sunday night. This made you a little sad, because you were really enjoying the time you got to spend with him. You’ve done lots of exploring, visited a couple of museums and eaten great food, all these really cute dates with him — the thing you didn’t get to do was sex, and this was something that was hunting your mind. You had a great time when you first got to the hotel and that was about it. Of course the days have been busy, and you got to hang out with him a lot more, deepening your emotional connection, but at the end of the day, he would just tell you he’s tired and kiss you good night.

Well, not tonight, you decided. Pedro got invited to his formal-ish dinner party, to celebrate some old showbusiness friend of his, and he asked you to be his date. You put on this silky, kind of provocative red dress and you could feel Pedro’s lusty eyes staring at you during the whole dinner, as you pretended you didn’t notice anything.

“You look so beautiful tonight”, he whispered in your ear as he leant forward to grab his wine glass. “I keep getting all these very inappropriate thoughts.”

“That’s weird”, you teased, running your pointer finger from his knee to his upper thigh. “Which kind of inappropriate thoughts?”

He held your hand to make you stop.

“I swear to God I’mma fuck you right here”, he growled between his teeth, smiling and waving at someone he just saw on the other side of the table.

He caught you out of guard. You had to clap back at him as fast as you could.

“Please, do.”

That was enough for him. He abruptly stood up, holding on tight to your wrist. Nobody really paid attention, as the host had asked all the guests to move the party to the other room and everybody started to be a little loud and move around. Pedro took you to a restroom, shuting to door behind you.

“Why the fuck you doin’ that?” He asked, pressing you against the cold tile wall. “Wanna drive me crazy, sweetheart?”

“Maybe”, you whispered, raising one of your legs to his hip level, your high slit dress uncovering your tights. “Why you being weird, Pascal? I thought you invited me to Berlin to spend quality time with me.”

“That’s literally what we’ve been doing”, he grab your leg, his hand more close to your ass than necessary. “Thought you liked my company, our dates.”

“I do”, immediately you regretted the way you said it before. “I’ve just been horny as shit everytime I’m around you, but I guess you get that a lot.”

“My cock has been hard for almost two months straight”, he laughed awkwardly. “To be honest, I’m a little nervous about doing it with you.”

“What do you mean, Pedro?” You looked at him confused. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Princesa, please, listen to yourself. Even better, take a look in the fucking mirror,” he said as if it was obvious. “I won’t last 5 inside this pussy.”

Your chin dropped. So that’s what this is about?

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard”, you tried to come off playful. “So what you sayin’, we haven’t been fucking because you think this hard cock of yours can’t last long inside me?”

You grab tightly his dick with your hand. It felt very hard and thick, you could perfectly feel it even with his pants on the way.

“You should try to just be more imaginative, man”, you whispered. “We can just fuck again and again, and again…”

You rubbed his cook as you spoke.

“You make me feel like a fucking teenager again, that’s the problem”, he closed his eyes briefly, focusing on feeling your touch.

“I can’t wait any longer, P”, you cried out for him. He rubbed your cheek.

“Go sit on the countertop”, he told you, letting go of your body.

You sat down on the vanity surface and pulled your dress up, spreading your legs. The look on Pedro’s face made you pulse. He took his belt off as he came closer to you.

“Why the fuck you’re not wearing any panties?” His voice sounded darker now. “Trying' to flash everyone in the other room with this pretty, angelic pussy?”

You said ‘no’ with a headshake, biting your lip.

“I only meant to flash you, daddy”, you answered in a fake innocent tone. He grab your hair strongly.

“What did you just call me?”

“D-Daddy”, you weren’t sure if you should break out of character or not.

“Fuck, look what you do to my cock, sweethear”, he pulled your hand to touch it. You took your chance to feel it even roughly.

“Can I see it?” You ask, eyes deep into his.

“Do you think you deserve it, after all this nonsense you’ve been doing?” You nodded. “Why’s that, uh?”

“‘Cause I can take it so good, daddy.”

This took him over the edge. He kissed you aggressively, one hand firmly on your hips, the other working on opening the bottom of his pants. When he finally did and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough for it to jump out, you had to stop the kiss to look at it.

“Ow, that’s big P”, you said in your normal voice, with big eyes, and you both giggle. “Just rubbing doesn’t live up to it.”

“Still think you can take it, princesa?” He touches your face softly, while he comes closer to your entrance.

“The least I can do is try, right?”

He was very gentile, but you could see how much he had to hold his instincts back. Slowly, he put only the tip. It was warm and the thought of his pre-cum mixing with your own juices made you feel even hotter inside.

“You’re so wet I could just slide right in”, he said looking at your parts touching. You did the same and it made your core contract. “Fuck, baby, so eager to take me all in.”

You don’t say anything, instead you pull him body closer by wrapping your legs around his hips, taking him closer. You both let out a moan with the feeling of your bodies connecting. He started moving slowly, eyes looking straight to yours. You crossed one of your arms around his shoulders and neck, the other one held firmly on the vanity surface. By doing that, you allowed him to move more roughly, knowing your body wouldn’t escape his grip — both of his hands pressing and moving your hips firmly.

“Shit, Pedro”, you moaned, throwing your head back. He kept his thrusts’ frequency, making it easier for you to focus on that same spot he kept hitting. “Your cock is really something.”

He took one hand away from your hips and held your chin strongly, forcing you to face him.

“Look at me while I fuck you”, he demanded, dead serious. “You’re tight, you know that?”

You didn’t reply, so he gave you a light slap on the face. You let out a moan and bit your lip.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

“I just love the feeling of your cock spreading me wide open”, you whispered, feeling like soon you’d lose touch with reality.

“I’ve never fucked a pussy like yours”, he said, still holding the staring. “So pretty, taking me all in.”

“Fuck, P”, you moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take long for you to release all this building tension.

You finally closed your eyes and gave into the sensations your body was going through, and so did Pedro. He increased his speed a little bit, you could notice he was looking for his climax as well — and apparently it was borrowed deep down on your pussy, ‘cause that’s how he was fucking you.

“Can I cum inside you, baby girl?” He asked close to your ear and that sealed the deal for you, taking you over the edge. Your pussy contracting around his cock was the end for him as well, and he gave a final thrust and came hard deep into you.

Both of you were breathless for a minute or two. Once Pedro opened his eyes, he took a step back to watch his cum coming out of your pussy.

“Goddamn”, he whispered. “I could easily get used to this view.”

You laughed softly and cleaned yourself with some papertowers. He helped you get back on your feet and the two of you did your best to put your clothes back into place. You checked your red face in the mirror and couldn’t hide a little smile formed on the corner of your lips.

“You better keep that slutty smile on your face”, he held you from behind, giving a little kiss on the neck. “I want everyone to be wondering if we had the audacity to fuck in the restroom while they were on other room.”

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 5

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut, fem!oral sex, a bit slow burn but not really.

a/n: we are officially half way into this series <3 hope u like it!

word count: 1,723

You woke up happy the next morning— sure, you might be getting fired any moment now, but like the obsessed little girl you were, all you could think about was the kiss you shared with Pedro the night before. It truly felt like a dream, having his hands touching you and his mouth pressed against yours. He was so addicting you almost screamed at him when he chose to spend the night in his cabin. But, deep down, you understood how your involvement could end up fucking you both over, he being in his hate 40s and you in your mid 20s. At this point, you were considering whether you should go back to your twitter account and delete all the posts pointing fingers at Leo DiCaprio, but you decided he still deserved the shit he got.

With that in mind, you got ready to meet everybody at the farm’s common area, as you received instructions over text. The vibe was off, everybody was sitting quietly and you couldn’t help but notice the director wasn’t there. Pedro saved you a seat by his side. He gave you a comforting look and placed a hand on your tight under the table. You offered a little smile, but he could see the tension on your shoulders.

“Thanks for coming in such short notice, everybody”, the producer started. She looked like she didn’t get much sleep after all that. “We’ve been having problems with Dave’s style since day one and last night the studio decided to let him go.”

Nobody said a thing, but some people let out a tiny relief smile. Pedro squeezed your tight under his hand.

“My partner will be joining us to fill this opened position later this week”, she continued, “so we will have the next few days off and we will be providing vans if anybody wants to head to Berlin or somewhere else in the middle.”

Pedro smiled and started to clap, followed by others. Donna got red cheeks, but you could see how relieved she also was. Everybody started to move around the room, trying to figure out plans for the extra free time. Pedro put his arm over your shoulder, as he whispered in your ear.

“I hope this can make you feel safer.”

You stared at him, pulling away from his arm.

“You did this?” An expression of confusion took over your face.

“Dave did this to himself”, Pedro seemed unbothered. You pressured him with a look. “Ok, so the studio had to choose who they would rather keep and of course they chose us.”

Us. Like you were a duo or something. You breathed out, feeling the same relief as everybody else. Dave gave you so much anxiety from the beginning and you were glad he was gone. And the way Pedro dealt with that, to protect you… It was just such a sweet thing to do.

“That’s why I headed back to mine last night”, he said. “I wanted to make sure I was doing everything in my power to take care of you. I waited too long to put my foot down, if you ask me.”

You felt your heart racing faster. Fuck, why did he had to be such a nice person? You had seen some of this work and interviews before and he always looked so down to Earth, and now you could see what a genuine human being was standing in front of you.

“Thank you, Pedro”, you smiled, touching his hand briefly. “You don’t know the weight you just lifted from all the working class people on this crew today.”

“Dude was an ass”, he simply said, smiling, “and the crew here is not bad at all.”

He winked at you. You wanted to scream at him, to make him fucking stop being so… Him.

“So, now that we have all this free time”, Pedro said. “Wanna go back to Berlin?”

“Why?” You frown, feeling insecure he apparently didn’t want to just hang out with you. “Do you have any plans?”

“Nah, just wanna spend some quality time with this girl I’m seeing”, he smirked, making you blush. “She is such a tease, y’know? I can’t be seen with her anywhere. Then I thought to myself ‘maybe I could ask her to spend her days off in the city with me for some privacy’, do you think that's too much of a bold move?”

“I’d say you're paying your cards very safely, Mr. Pascal”, you both smiled. “I’m convinced she would love that.”

To avoid any suspection, Pedro got on the first van in the city and you said behind, getting on the van that left the day after with Flo. She didn’t ask you any questions and neither did you feel the urge to tell her anything. The whole ride, you felt as if your heart would come out of your mouth, that’s how nervous you were to spend some time really alone with Pedro. Of course you had shared some intimacy before, but this is next level, so you made sure to stop at a boutique, as you arrived in Berlin, to get some delicate new underwear just in case you needed it— and bet your ass you wanted to need it so bad. After that, you headed to the hotel Pedro had booked for you. You did the check-in and jumped in the elevator, wondering if it was going as slow as you thought it was.

Finally, you opened the room’s door to find absolutely nothing. No sign of him, or his luggage. You put your stuff down and started to look around the room not knowing exactly what for. Just him, you guess. Suddenly, you heard soft knocks on the door and Pedro came, giving you a big hug.

“I was starting to think you had ghosted me”, you said it as if it was only a joke.

“Never, sweetheart”, he delivered a kiss on the top of your head. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured to do anything, so I got you your room.”

“Are you fucking kidding me man?” You rolled your eyes. “Go get your shit right fucking now.”

Pedro let out a big, loud laugh, the kind you weren’t allowed to have when sneaking around the set. You didn’t control your smile.

“It’s inside the closed, you foul-mouthed girl”, he said, pulling your body towards him. He pressed his lips on your neck, giving you chills. “Do you think I’m that naive?”

“You better not be”, you whisper, crossing your arms around his neck. “‘Cause I’m dying to do all these inappropriate things with you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He stuck his tongue out and traced a patch between your neck and your ear. “Could you be more specific?”

“Matter of fact, I might even show it to you”, you grabbed his arm firmly pushing your mouth against his. You shared a warm, desperate kiss and he moaned close to your face. “I want you to fuck me so good, Pedro.”

“You tryna fucking kill me, girl?” It’s his time to be a little tough with you, holding and pulling your hair on a ponytail, exposing your neck, kissing you there. “Being so vocal about your wishes, uh? Do you have any idea how hard this makes me?”

You didn’t really know what to expect sex with him to be like. You’ve seen him portray all these bad, tough guys on the screen, but the Pedro you knew was just the sweetest little thing, so protect and thoughtful of you. Slowly, he made you lay in the bed and started to undress you.

“Wow, your body—”, he licked his lips, eyes full of lust as he pulled down the straps of your dress. “It’s just so pretty, so soft.”

He ran his hand through the skin close to your breast. You get rid of your dress, kicking it away. Pedro sat by your side, admiring your body with so little to cover it.

“So fucking beautiful”, he whispers, playing with the straps of your bra now. “Is this new lingerie?”

“Yeah”, you felt shy as you answered, worried what would he think. “D-Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking adore it, sweetheart”, he leaned into your body and gave you kisses all thought your breast area. “Got it for me?”

You nodded.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he said, kissing your lips and pressing his whole body on yours. You moaned at the feeling of his cock against your lower belly. “You’re too good.”

“I wanted to look good for you, P”, you let out softly.

“You look so good, princesa, I might just fuck you with that on”, his words made you press your legs together, your core craving so much for some attention.

As if he could read your mind, he went down on you, spreading your legs. He pulled your panties to the side just a little, smiling at what he saw.

“Goddamn, what a view”, he used his tongue to lick the whole extension of your wet pussy. “On top of that, it still tastes like heaven.”

You’re dying for some friction.

“Pedro, please”, you called out for him.

“Please what?”

“Eat me out”, you begged.

So he did. He used his tongue and lips to work on your clit and his fingers playing close to your entrance. You had one of your hands on his hair and the other one playing with your own nipple. The looks he was giving you, your whole body was getting heat waves and you just needed more and more of him.

“Keep going”, you asked, now almost rubbing your pussy against his face, your head on cloud 9— all you wanted was to find your release and hold on to it. Pedro finally found the perfect rhythm and spot. “Oh, fuck— Pedro, it’s there. Right there, please.”

He didn’t reply, focusing on keeping his tempo. You felt it, starting from the spot he was working, but soon it was all over your body. Pleasure was all you could feel. It took you a few seconds to open your eyes again, didn’t want it to end.

“You’re definitely something, sweetheart”, he said playful, coming close to your face and giving you a deep kiss. “So you can prove how fuckin’ good you taste.”

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