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paulyenvol6 · 11 days ago

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Obsessed

Husband!Pedro x female reader

Based on this request. Okay, so I don't know what happened because I started to write this with the intention to get to the smut pretty quickly, but then it took me forever because I was so in love with their dynamic and all the fluff and I wrote more and more. There is still smut, of course, but also so many cute moments between the two of them. I don't know, just as the title says, I'm kind of obsessed with this. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), postpartum protected sex, breast play, hint of lactation kink, description of post-childbirth body (swollen breast, stretch marks), mentions of physical discomfort, light insecurities about body changes, teasing, playful fighting, playful biting, fluff, mentions of their daughter

Wordcount: 7,557

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The wood underneath your feet creaked and you froze in the motion.

You turned with a loudly beating heart, face drawn with fear, but then exhaled in relief as you saw your daughter's closed eyes.

Stupid parquet floor.

It had taken you almost half an hour to put your daughter to sleep, and having your progress thwarted by the noise you made leaving her room would have been the last straw. Especially with your plans for tonight. You loved your daughter more than anything else in the world but you missed spending peaceful nights with Pedro - snuggled up on the couch, a blanket shielding the two of you from the rest of the world and an old crappy movie rolling on the TV.

Now that you had your daughter, there simply wasn't that much time for stuff like that, which was why you couldn't wait for tonight. It was just the two of you, Pedro and you could sleep in tomorrow and your daughter was sound asleep. You just hoped that it would stay that way.

You tiptoed down the chairs, careful not to bump into anything and risk waking Ivy on the last few meters to safety and then sighed once you had entered the living room. Pedro was just putting a glass of water on the kitchen counter, hair still damp from the shower. He heard your steps behind him and turned around, wearing a broad and soft smile that made his whole face radiate warmth.

"Hi there."

You returned the grin, closing the distance between your husband and you and wrapping your arms around him.

"I missed you," you whispered, greedily inhaling the familiar scent of his aftershave. "How was work?"

"Exhausting. Punishing. Demanding."

You chuckled lowly, running your hands up and down his back.

"You little diva. I just wanna remind you of the time you didn't stop complaining about how strenuous and hard shooting the fantastic four was and then I talked to Vanessa and she let me in on the whole picture. Which consisted of you reading in the trailer all day long… getting out there occasionally to stand in front of a green screen… and going to the physiotherapist afterwards to treat you with a fucking massage. I don't trust you with this kind of stuff anymore. Not after giving birth."

Pedro laughed out loud, but then swung his head to the side like a child that had been caught.

"I would never, NEVER in my life compare this to your pregnancy. I would never even just attempt to," he exclaimed, pretending to be outraged by the mere thought of it.

You rolled your eyes, wondering how this man could have enough energy to be so dramatic after a long day of work.

"Good."

"But you know which side Vanessa is on. You know that she would say anything to support you and throw me under the bus. The woman is obsessed with you."

You chuckled, heart pounding at the way Pedro's hands settled on your waist.

"And rightfully so…," he then whispered in your ear, kissing you on your neck and trailing a line to your chin. But much too soon for your taste, he withdrew and his eyes skimmed over your face.

"How was your day? How's our little lovebug?"

Your eyes lit up at the thought of your daughter and your lips formed a pout, swallowing hard to fight the lump in your throat.

"You know what she did today, Pedro? Her tiny, tiny hand grabbed my thumb and she just wouldn't let go. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life. I swear to god, she's getting cuter every day."

Your eyes were teary and you bit down on your bottom lip while Pedro pressed your head against his chest.

"She is. Though it might be worth mentioning that she laughed at my face the other day. Without any purpose, without me doing anything. She just laid in her crip, saw me appear before her eyes and the way her eyes lit up? She looked like the happiest little baby I've ever seen."

"Yeah 'cause you have seen so many babies?"

Pedro shrugged. "A couple."

"She was probably laughing about you and you idiot just didn't get it," you murmured, gently kneading his shoulder.

Those were the moments you savored so much: talking nonsense while resting against Pedro's broad body and letting yourself fall, feeling more at home than in any other moment.

"You wanna go to the couch?" you asked at some point, lazily opening your eyes into his.

"Sure."

Then he stepped back, bowing and offering you his hand like a proper gentleman.

"My lady."

You laughed, but took his hand and let him guide you over to the couch.

"You got a hell lot of energy left, handsome. Which is odd, considering how exhausting you said your day was."

Pedro sank down onto the cushions with a grin, stretching his arms toward you and pulling you down snugly beside him.

"It's 'cause of you, darlin', you know that. You just fill me with energy. You and your gorgeous, wonderful smile."

He squeezed his eyes shut and presented you his broadest smirk, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Oh yeah? You keep talking, alright? I certainly need that today."

His smile suddenly dropped, face drawn with confusion and concern.

"Why?"

You leaned back against the couch with a sigh, folding your hands in your lap and giving Pedro a tortured grin.

"I talked to my mother. On the telephone… You know what she's like. I know she has good intentions and it's – I don't know, it's her love language, but she kept going about parenting stuff and I just – I just felt like I couldn't even tell her anything about what's going on in our lives right now because she'd comment everything. Or silently judge it. That's the thing, you know that I already told her how I don't like it when she's getting too involved in the way we raise Ivy and… I don't know, the way we live, I guess, and I feel like she took it to heart, but instead of feeling better, I just think that she still has her opinions, but she just doesn't share them. I just feel stressed all the time talking to her. Like I'm on constant watch."

Pedro nodded in understanding and slipped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"She didn't say anything bad about me, did she?" he whispered hesitantly, scoffing when you rolled your eyes at him.

"Sorry, I'm kidding. I honestly think that part of it might disappear over time. I think it's good that you told her how you feel and it's good process that she at least keeps it to herself most of the time, but I think this feeling of being judged is something that will maybe vanish once we have more experience and your mother might not be so, you know, invested because she'll understand that we got this… I don't know, maybe we're just all kind of new to it and your mother might have trouble understanding that you know how to live your life and how to raise a child without her help. But that doesn't mean that it won't change. And maybe you will feel less judged and watched in a couple of weeks when you and I feel even more confident in what we're doing."

A weight dropped off your heart. He was right, of course he was.

Somehow Pedro always knew what to say and when to say it - despite his jokes and his inability to take anything seriously. Then there were those moments when he took all your worries and doubts off your chest, carelessly tossing them aside until they no longer occupied your thoughts.

"Thank you. You're right, god, of course you're right. I'm being dramatic."

Pedro's eyes rounded, his body withdrawing and his hand reaching for yours.

"Don't say that. You're not being dramatic. You're just a human being with feelings and – and doubts and that's okay and normal. Actually, you're being very emotionally intelligent and reflected because you're aware of why you feel hurt. That's a good thing, honey."

You chuckled lowly, scratching your temple and exhaling deeply.

"Thank you, Pedro. Really."

"You're welcome. How was your day, by the way?"

You leaned against him again, your body slackening as he began to rub soothing circles on your upper arm.

"It was fine. Ivy woke up at 7 and I went to her and then looked if you had already left. Then I had breakfast in the kitchen, took her to the doctor because of her vaccination and had lunch at home."

"Oh yeah, the vaccination. How did that go?"

You giggled, pressing a hand on top of your mouth and shaking your head in disbelief.

"God, you would've loved to see that. Okay, so imagine this: I'm sitting in the docor's office holding her. The doctor comes in, it was a man around 60, I guess, and he starts to babble on about the vaccination. As you do as a doctor. And he warns about all the risks and then in the end says that the syringe might scare her a little. Or that she might cry from the sting and stuff like that. And of course I knew that, bla bla bla. But then he comes with the syringe and you know what Ivy did? She couldn't stop laughing. You know how she is, of course it's not a real laugh, but her face lit up, she lifted her tiny hands and looked like she was having a blast."

Pedro had joined you now, body vibrating as he uncontrollably laughed and took off his glasses to rub over his eyes.

"Oh god… She really is astonishing, isn't she?"

"Yeah… The doctor couldn't believe his eyes. I think he was just about to keep her there to check if everything's alright with her."

Pedro still quietly chuckled as he shifted in his seat to sink down further, keeping you close at all times.

"And what did you do after that?"

"Well, I called my mother. Regretted that pretty quickly. Then I went grocery shopping with our little lady who had the nerves to start crying in the middle of it all. Then I fed her once we got home, put her to bed and enjoyed my first moment of peace of the day. Which I used to do the laundry. And then she woke up again and I took her for a short walk."

Pedro tightend his hold around you, nuzzling his chin against your head.

"You're really doing a lot right now and I'm feeling bad about it like 99% of the day. I just feel so stupid sometimes, you know, being on set playing this guy in a blue suit who can stretch his limbs and – and has to fight some alien with a bunch of other weird people while you're basically taking care and protecting a human being. You should be the one in a blue suit. 'Cause you're the superhero."

Although his words made your heart flutter, you shook your head, turning around to dart at him.

"You're doing a lot too. You're the one who takes care of her when she wakes up at night. And you do basically everything on the weekends and on the evenings. And you're Pedro Pascal. You're… you're a celebrity. That's a whole goddamn job."

Pedro held you firmly against his chest like he was afraid you would slip away if he was distracted for a brief moment.

"I'm just looking forward to August. I loved shooting this movie, but I also can't wait to be home more. And I swear to you, I'll be free for the rest of the year then. You know I don't have any projects in the autumn and winter and so I'm gonna be home with you and Ivy. And we'll just be a cute little family spending christmas together."

"Oh we're talking about Christmas already?"

Pedro's body vibrated, pressing kisses down your nape that made you giggle.

"I think we should always talk about christmas."

You poked him in his side until he cringed, but then soothingly squeezed his hands that were around your body.

"You know what I read in the newspapers today?"

"Tell me."

"It was advertisement about a journey to Sweden over Christmas. That's why I just thought about it. There is this hotel literally in the middle of nowhere and you're basically stuck there. I mean there are cities nearby but it's december and it's so cold that nobody wants to leave the house. But it's sooo beautiful, the rooms and the interior, and there is a fucking swimming pool. You can be in the hot water while it's snowing outside. It's a dream."

You turned in his grasp and looked him in the eye to show him just how impressed you were.

"Then let's get ya there, darlin'," Pedro snarled in a fake Southern accent, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. But then he got serious again.

"We could do it over christmas."

"No..." you whispered, curling up in a ball in his lap.

"Why not? We're both gonna have so much more free time. And you always said you wanted to go to Scandinavia one day."

"Yeah, but you hate the cold."

Pedro accusingly lifted his eyebrows. "I don't hate the cold. It's okay. I like snow. I remember the first time I saw snow as a kid, I was fucking obsessed."

You opened your left eye, lips pursed and fingers clutching around his wrist.

"But you prefer the warmth and I don't wanna drag you out there for Christmas."

"Yes, we could also go to… I don't know, South Italy or the Sahara for Christmas, but I don't know if that's gonna be so appealing."

You grimaced at his sarcastic tone, turning in his embrace so you could straddle his lap.

"Really?"

"What?" he chuckled, slipping his arms around your waist.

"Would you go to Scandinavia over Christmas?"

His smile deepened, the area around his eyes visibly softening.

"Of course," he whispered, voice barely audible from how airy it sounded. "I would go anywhere with you, baby. I would – I would – "

He dramatically pressed one hand to his chest, over his heart, and raised the other as if he were an actor on a stage about to deliver his lines.

"I would go to the end of the world with you, my love. On top of the highest mountain and into the deepest and darkest ocean."

You broke into laughter at the comical scene, your head dropping forward.

"It doesn't have to be the Mount Everest. Scandinavia will do. And it doesn't have to be this exact hotel, of course. We can look together, so you have a say too and maybe we find something where there's at least a city nearby you can get to easily in case you find it boring or you wanna – "

"Babe."

Pedro brought a finger to your lips, quietening you down and shaking his head like he couldn't believe you.

"It's fine. I won't shrivel up from spending a week out in the cold. Or is this about you thinking I can't handle the cold? You probably think I'm not gonna be able to take care of myself and just freeze to death because I forgot my jacket or kept a window open," he playfully complained, pretending to frown. "You think of me as like this helpless child who's just unable to survive on his own."

"I would never just attempt to think that, baby. You're my big, strong, fierce man who would be able to survive in the wild for days," you said, voice oozing with sarcasm. Of course Pedro jumped on the train, nodding and gesturing you to continue.

"You would hunt, and - and sleep with the animal's fur wrapped around you so you wouldn't freeze. You'd wrestle all the bears and boars to the ground and eat their carcasses. And I mean, we both know you're fearless. Hard. Emotionally unavailable. Serious. Just a strong, tough man."

Pedro furrowed his brow like he was thinking, not a hint of amusement on his face.

"Yeah. And I'm open to teach ya. Lemme explain you the world, sugar. Lemme help you understand how the world works. How…" He briefly twisted his face in concentration. "How sea slugs can steal DNA from other animals."

You snickered, throwing your head back as you clenched your hands around his shoulders to keep your balance.

"How the fuck did you just think of that? But by the way, I literally believe you would be able to explain this to me."

Pedro frowned and even looked slightly offended.

"Because you're so obsessed with – with octupuses. I wouldn't be surprised if you knew that. If you took out your little book with all of the cute funfacts about sea creatures and then you'd take out your glasses and read them to me and look at me every few seconds to make sure I listen properly," you explained, body still vibrating with laughter.

"Now you're just making me sound like a nerd. And by the way, I don't know how sea slugs steal DNA from other animals. I just know that they do."

He shrugged and crossed his arms in front of his body, which made him look like a pouting child. You reassuringly caressed his bicep, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Baby, I know. But there's nothing wrong with being a nerd anyways. It's hot to know things." You grinned again. "But I do wanna mention that you just brought a fucking octupus mug into our house."

Pedro's face suddenly shifted and his eyes sprang open.

"Oh don't you bring the octupus mug into the conversation. You don't even deserve to mention it, you don't even deserve to just think about it. This is. The best. Mug. I've seen. In my ENTIRE life."

Pedro grabbed your thigh, excitedly holding on to you while counting down with his other hand.

"It changes color when you pour in a hot liquid. It was designed by Louise McKarth who happens to be a renowned ceramicist and painter of – guess what: the deep sea. Its handle is literally a tentacle. And… did I forgot something? Oh yeah, there is a rumour that Sylvia Earle owns one just like that. And fun fact: Only 300 of them exist."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't deny the way your chest tightened and butterflies flew excitedly in your stomach. Pedro was the sweetest when he was passionate about something, when he was so into a topic that it devoured him and his brain was taken over by enthusiasm.

"I know, baby. And I'm very happy for you. But now…" – you adjusted in his lap, hands coming to rest on his chest – "I wanna be with you," you whispered, leaning with your forehead against his.

"Oh yeah?" Pedro made, chuckling softly as he settled his hands on your hips.

"All this talking about nerdy stuff turned you on?"

"Mhmm maybe. I don't know," you answered, but continued to send him not so subtle signals by slowly grinding against him.

That was the moment Pedro realised that you were being serious.

"Wait, honey, isn't it too early?" he asked, stroking up and down your thigh.

"The doctor said I have to wait at least 6 weeks. That's over now. It's almost been 7 weeks by now."

His lips twisted, a mixture between anticipation and warmth gleaming in his eyes.

"You sure? That you're ready, I mean. I don't want you to be in pain."

"Oh you probably think that you're dick's too big, right?" you giggled and cradled his head. "I think what you would've liked to hear from the doctor is that couples can usually have sex around six weeks after labor, but in your case we should wait seven or eight weeks. Because you're so far above average."

Pedro shook his head in disbelief, but still couldn't hide the grin forming on his lips.

"You're unbelievable," he muttered. "I'm just trying to look out for my wife, but you make fun of me."

You suddenly pouted, brushing over the area under his eyes.

"I'm sorry. You are sweet. But I think I'm ready. We can still be careful, but the doctor said everything healed very well and I don't know, I just feel very good about myself today and I missed you. A lot."

Pedro leaned in to kiss you, soft lips carefully touching yours. It wasn't aggressive or rushing, but explorative and calm as if he wanted to tell you that the two of you had all the time in the world.

"I missed you too," he whispered.

A hand lingered at your neck now, tender fingers tracing your veins. Pedro savoured your mouth for the moment and you swore you could feel his lips curl in amusement every time you frustratingly shifted in his lap, eagerly looking for more friction. His dick was hard underneath you and offered the perfect pressure for your throbbing clit when you rocked yourself against his center, but soon it wasn't enough for neither of you. Your hands were in his hair, tugging and tilting his head to your liking while sloppily making out with him when Pedro's grip on your hips became firmer and he slowed you down.

"Can I take this off?" he wanted to know, eyes flashing with something admiring, something lustful as he fisted the hem of your oversized shirt.

"Yes," you panted and slipped your hands under his shirt at the same time as he pulled yours over your head. You didn't wear a bar and almost expectantly waited for the sparkle in his eyes that appeared every time a piece of clothing left your body and revealed more skin. He took in each inch of bare skin, every curve and mark that your pregnancy had left on your body with such a softness and matter-of-factness that you had to gulp.

"You're gorgeous, baby. So incredibly beautiful and I feel like you get more stunning every day."

He leaned forward, mouth trailing along your collarbone and teeth softly scraping over your sensitive skin. Not to cause you any pain, but just so you felt him.

"God, how do you do it, baby, mhm? How are you so breathtaking?"

You chuckled, not just because of his words, but because of the way he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breast, leaving wet traces that wonderfully prickled on your skin.

"Pedro," you giggled, gently pulling at his roots.

Your breasts ached slightly from all the breastfeeding. Some days it was worse than others, but they felt swollen and bigger than usual almost all the time. Your nipples were sore, red, and itchy, so you hesitated when Pedro's hand reached up to cup your breast.

"Is that okay?" he immediately noticed your doubts and stopped in the motion.

"Yeah I think so. They're just a little swollen. But it's okay."

He nodded and chewed the inside of his cheek as he looked you over.

"You just tell me what feels good, alright? And I'll be careful."

A large palm grabbed your breast, but in the most gentle kind of way. He testingly held it, feeling the weight in his hand before slowly kneading it. At first, it was strange to feel Pedro's hands on your chest again after your breasts had gone through so much the past weeks, but it felt surprisingly good. Soon you realised that you didn't just not mind his touch, but it actually reduced the swell. And so you told him.

"It's good, Pedro. It feels… feels very good. I think it aches less."

He kissed your neck, softly sucking on your pulse point while adding his second hand as well to take care of your left breast.

"Yeah?" he whispered, gently jiggling the flesh before continuing to massage the swelling away.

"Yes… Can you… You wanna use your mouth too?" you murmured, cheeks blushing at your request, but your husband just gave you a smile.

"Yeah, baby. Of course."

You didn't know what was driving you – perhaps it was simply the gripping thrill of finally being intimate with Pedro again after weeks – but the thought of feeling his warm lips around your raw nipples strangely aroused you.

Pedro's right hand dropped to make room for his mouth, which cautiously kissed your nub. For a brief moment, you felt embarrassed when you felt a drop of milk leak from your nipple, but Pedro didn't give you time to dwell on it because he lapped up the liquid without hesitation.

"So pretty, Jesus..." he growled, which was all it took for you to forget all your worries. He adored you and your body and he wasn't reluctant to tell you. With literal words and promises, but also with these very subtle gestures – the heat that his hands radiated, his passionate touch and the light in his eyes that just couldn't be faked. He truly admired and desired you and nothing made you feel better than seeing it.

Pedro kitten-licked your nipple, his left hand still kneading your flesh while you threw your head back. You had always enjoyed having him play with your chest, but this was something else. You felt much more responsive and sensitive to his touch - part of that was clearly due to your sore body, but the two of you were also more sensual after the long break.

When his hand and mouth switched, your left nipple practically quivered for him and while Pedro sucked it between his wet lips, you realised how much better your right one felt after his treatment. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy the moment and soon felt like pudding on his lap – barely able to hold yourself up and very grateful for his arm draped around the small of your back. He twirled his tongue around your stiff nub, quietly humming to himself whenever he got to taste a drop of your milk and simultaneously pushing you closer to him, even when there was absolutely no space left between his face and your arched chest. When he eventually released your left nipple with a soft plop – he was definitely still cautious not to overwhelm your vulnerable body – you were panting loudly, heart beating right below where his mouth had taken care of you so beautifully and cheeks flushed.

"Was that good, baby?"

Pedro asked, kissing you between your breasts and then wandering up your neck until he had reached your lips.

"Yes," you whispered against him. "So good. Thank you, I feel like that helped so much."

"And do you wanna go further or not? We can stop this right here if you want to. Take it slow, you know and wait until you feel fully recovered."

You withdrew slowly, nail scratching over his beard stubble and gaze dropping to his delicious looking mouth. His lips were a little swollen and looked so pink and wet in the dim light. Then you dropped your hand to his center, where his dick was visibly looming under his pants. You believed he must be suffering from the way he hissed out at the slightest contact with your hand.

"No. I want you. I feel really good, baby. And we can stop if it hurts."

"Okay," he gave in, voice airy from the way you palmed him. "But let me eat you out first, okay? Just wanna make sure you're ready. And I wanna give her some love."

The corner of your mouth lifted, core clenching and blood pumping in your veins in anticipation.

"Okay."

Fast and skillful as a weasel you crawled off his lap, lying down on your back while Pedro took off his shirt and joined you. Your shorts and panties were soon just a memory as he threw them behind him on the floor, unbothered by where they landed. Then he parted your legs with his elbows and settled between them, moving down until his face hovered in front of your pussy.

Despite all your efforts, you suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Pedro was the kindest and most affectionate person on earth, but even his sparkling eyes couldn't stop you from feeling bad about your appearance in this moment.

"I know it's not shaved," you whispered, anxiously tousling his hair.

"Baby, baby, you – " he wanted to interrupt you, but you weren't done yet.

"I don't feel amazing about how I look down there right now. And I would understand if you didn't want to… I will start shaving again soon when everything's a little less stressful, but I just recently didn't have the time and the strength to do it and so…"

Pedro suddenly crawled up to you, head shaking like he couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. Then he brought a finger to your lips, softly, yet determindely pressing down.

"Sorry, but I can't let you talk about yourself like that. Baby, I need you to listen to me. I know it's totally normal to feel a bit uncertain about yourself after giving birth because of course your body has changed and it's maybe unfamiliar, but I need you to know that you're beautiful and there's nothing, and I mean nothing that could stop me from spending the rest of my life between those legs except for you and... maybe my job. And someone's gotta take care of Ivy, so… yeah. But this is my favorite fucking place in the world and the fact that there's a little bit of hair doesn't change anything. You are beautiful, baby. And I don't care if you've shaved or not, I don't care if you're never gonna shave again in your life."

He lifted his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

"I would eat that cunt in the morning, in the afternoon, all night, in our bedroom, in the shower, in the fucking car, in a restaurant toilet… let me think… on the kitchen counter, on the couch, obviously… help me out here, babe."

You chuckled softly, closing your eyes and shying away from him.

"You're gross."

"No, I'm just obsessed with you, baby. Maybe that makes me do and say gross things, but I'm not ashamed of that. I'm just in love with you. And with this sweet little pussy."

You felt your hole flutter around nothing and you bit down on your lip.

"Thank you, Pedro. I guess, I… I feel kinda stupid being the one to ask for sex and then put on such a show, I'm sorry. I really want you and I – I want you to – to touch me and eat me out, I really do. I don't know, I just freaked out a little. It's as you said, I'm not used to seeing myself like this. And sometimes it's so beautiful, but other times it's overwhelming."

Pedro squeezed your hand, kissing the back of it and then gently putting it on your belly.

"I understand. But are you even aware what you did there, honey? What you did giving birth to our little girl? I don't know, I don't wanna be such a cliche because you literally read and hear this everywhere, but look at all these beautiful marks. They are all proof for this remarkable thing that you did. And of course it wasn't all fun and – and comfortable and jesus christ, you're allowed to feel bad and frustrated sometimes, but I think it's important that you remember what you went through and what you did and also what you endured. And what you created."

Tears swam on your waterline. You couldn't believe what a few simple words could move inside of you, but there you were, tearing up and scrunching your nose as a silent sob went past your lips.

"Oh honey…," Pedro laughed, cradling the back of your head and pressing your face against his chest.

"I love you," was all you breathed, blinking a few times.

"I love you too," Pedro said, propping himself on his elbows next to your head and stroking your cheek.

"Are you gonna let me show her how much I love her now?" he asked, twisting a strand of hair around his finger and absent-mindedly toying with it.

"Yes," you grinned, feeling so much better about yourself as he made his way down your body again, briefly stopping at your tummy to give some love to your bellybutton. He lovingly caressed the inside of your thighs, parting them just a little more so he had a good view on your pussy. Then he lowered himself, brown puppy eyes meeting your gaze while he kissed your hairy mound and then dived between your legs.

Pedro conntected his mouth with your clit, going to straight to work, but still being incredibly careful and gentle about everything, so you wouldn't get overwhelmed and could stop him if everything was becoming too much. It was also the way he held eye contact with you. It was a sweet and affectionate gesture, almost a constant question about whether you were still into it or had changed your mind.

You didn't think about stopping him for a second, though. Only now did you realise how much you had missed feeling his mouth on your pussy and the mere thought that now this could become something more regular again, aroused you so much, you softly moaned. You had already been wet before Pedro had gone down on you, but now you were practically soaking his face and beard. His mouth was glued to your clit, pointed tongue circling the little bundle of nerves with great precision while he gently ran two fingers through your slit. Not to fill you just yet, but just to soothe you and play with your pussy lips. He deeply grunted against your clit, the vibrations tingling on your cunt as you sloppily rolled your hips against his face.

"Pedro. Oh fuck, yeah. Ohh god."

He glanced up to you at your words, forehead wrinkled and eyes shining with a dark, luscious glint. He was clearly enjoying this just as much as you did, which made your own pleasure even greater.

"Use my mouth, baby. Yeah, like that…"

You whimpered and pressed your trembling legs together around his head, chest rapidly rising and falling. You were grinding against his face, taking from him what you needed while he assisted you with the flat of his tongue. Two fingers sank into your hole, the feeling still a little strange, but he went slowly and curled them up nicely once he was knuckles deep inside you.

"Oh god…," you whined, eyes shut, which you regeretted in some way because you weren't able to look at Pedro's face between your legs anymore, but the sensation was too intense to keep them open.

"Pedro, please," you murmured, your pussy clenching firmly around his fingers.

"Yeah, tell me what you need. Tell me, babe."

He questioningly darted up at you, fingers slowing down a little while drawing tight patterns across your clit.

"Fuck me. Please. I wanna feel you inside of me."

At first, he hesitated, sucking your most sensitive nub in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to create pressure, but then he unwillingly pulled back while dragging his fingers out of you. You wiped the sweat off your forehead while Pedro stood up on weak knees to get a condom out of the top drawer of the shelf next to the door. He returned with a wide smile, settling between your legs again and grabbing your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist.

"You tell me if you need me to slow down, okay? I'll go slow, but it's okay if you change your mind."

You nodded, gaze dropped to his center where Pedro was just yanking down his sweatpants. His dick looked huge under his boxers, and seeing his hardened length once he had pulled his underwear down as well made the hair on your arms rise. You really had missed him.

This was the first time he averted his gaze from you to open the condom and pull it over his dick. His hands were a little shaky, and the drops of sweat were clearly visible from this angle.

"Are you ready?" Pedro asked soothingly, brushing his hand over your hipbone as if to confirm that you could back out at any time.

"Yeah, I am, baby."

And so, Pedro settled on his knees, hands adjusting you slightly until he had found the perfect angle. He was so soft and caring while doing it, you just wanted to cry out and become one with him, but for now having him fuck you was good enough too, you thought. One hand reached up to cup your cheek, the other caressed up and down your waist in a soothing manner. Pedro then aligned himself with you and looked you deep in the eyes as he slowly and gradually worked himself inside of you.

You were almost surprised by how well you took him. There was a light sting the moment he came in contact with your hole, but it actually seemed to get better the deeper he inserted himself inside you. He checked up on you every few moments, eyes never leaving your face in order to search for any sign of discomfort, but you could calm him with a reassuring and genuine smile.

"It's good, Pedro. Feels very good."

"Okay, baby. Is it okay if I move?"

You nodded at him, then gasped quietly as your husband pulled back slightly, only to thrust gently into you, setting a slow but steady pace. Your walls pulsated around him, sucking him in and fluttering at how full of him you felt. This was perhaps the most remarkable thing about all of this – you always needed clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but not many things could compare to what it felt like when Pedro was inside of you. You just felt connected and linked in a way that was impossible to describe. It was the closest you could get to melting into him and becoming one.

"Look at me baby, please," Pedro growled, resting on one elbow next to your head while his other hand was busy rubbing your clit. You were struggling to keep you eyes open, the sweet, divine pleasure so captivating that you forgot how to breathe at times. God how you had missed this. And he was so gentle, so cautious that you knew he could never cause you any pain.

"I'm not gonna last long, baby," you panted, legs draping around his hips to feel even closer to him, if that was possible.

"Me neither, honey, fuck…," Pedro purred in your ear, his finger on your clit moving sloppily and messily, but it still served its purpose more than well. You greedily inhaled, salty sweat prickling on your brow and making its way down your temple, but neither of you cared about how you looked or how much sweat you produced right now. You were intertwined, embraced by the pure love you shared. Stuck in a hazy, dense cloud that was both peaceful and exciting.

"Fuck... Fuck, baby, ohhh," you whimpered. Your hands pressed down on the back of his head, urging him closer so you could steal a kiss, which he happily granted.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I think, I…"

Suddenly you cringed, back arching off the couch and it felt like a vase was shattering into a million little pieces inside of you. A heavy, large weight that you hadn't even noticed before dropped off your heart and it was the most relieving and freeing kind of feeling. It ended with a warm liquid pouring in your thighs and belly, a warmth spreading throughout your body, which slowly faded away - though still much too quickly for your taste.

You panted heavily, heart thumping in your ears as you lazily lifted your eyelids to look at Pedro. You had barely even noticed the way he had orgasmed and throbbed inside of you, but now you gave him a tired smile.

"Oh wow," you giggled, neck bent to watch him kiss your bare shoulder.

"Mhmmm…," he made holding and cradling you like he couldn't believe that you were here and had to make sure every few seconds by feeling your body pulse and move under his touch.

"You liked that?" Pedro mischievously grinned, savouring the beautiful moment instead of pulling out of you just yet.

"I loved that, you naughty tease," you whispered, stroking up his veiny neck.

"I saw that. And I see it right now," he said with raised eyebrows, referring to the way your hair was stuck to your forehead and the pink that had spread across your cheeks.

"You little asshole," you hissed, playfully punching him in his stomach.

"I'm sorry, I'm being a bitch," he laughed out loudly, leaning in to kiss your hairline.

"You see? M'not afraid of a little bit of sweat."

You giggled, a bubbly warmth jittering in your stomach as Pedro kissed and briefly licked over your salty skin.

"Ewww, you're fucking disgusting, Pedro Pascal."

"No, I'm not, babe. I'm just obsessed with you. I may do disgusting things, but that's only because I'm completely and utterly obsessed with my wife."

He let go and kissed a trail down your face until he had reached your nose. Then he carefully dragged himself out of you, took off the condom and wrapped it in a paper tissue after cleaning himself with it.

"You're hungry? Because I am," he then breathed and you couldn't help but feel your head swim at the way he caged you under him. His broad shoulders, his bicep that was flexed from how he was holding himself up on his arms...

"Yeah, I am," you whispered, face and voice all serious before suddenly shooting forward and attacking his arms. Your teeth gently sank into his muscles while your body uncontrollably shook with laughter, that Pedro soon joined in as well. He wriggled and chuckled loudly, pushing against your shoulder, and eventually pulled you away from his body, putting an end to your playful fight.

"Sorry," you said, shrugging with your shoulders and innocently wiping over your mouth. "But I said that I was hungry."

"Yeah, of course," Pedro nodded. "And you're calling me disgusting."

You squirmed underneath him, wrapping both your arms and legs around him like a monkey clinging to a tree.

"That's because I'm obsessed with you," you exclaimed dramatically, just as he had earlier. "I just can't resist you. I have to possess you, and touching you isn't enough."

Pedro swallowed, nodded slowly, and suddenly pulled himself up while you were still holding onto him. Then he sat down with his back against the couch and ran his hands along your spine.

"Oh, yeah, I see. Actually I feel like I should be more disgusted than I am right now," he admitted, his cheeks flushing as he cackled and wheezed. You burst into laughter as well and then leaned forward again, teeth grazing over Pedro's arms just like before, only that he snickered too hard right now to fight back.

"You – Something's seriously wrong with you," he coughed, wiping over his forehead where fresh sweat had pooled and then pulling you back by your arms.

"No. You stop this right now."

You frowned, glaring at him with eyes that wore a sulky expression, which triggered another outburst of laughter from him.

"Why is this – it's not even that funny…," Pedro then sighed.

"You just like it. You like getting bit."

"Oh yeah. I just like getting bit by my wife. Who's an adult. Who I thought had her life under control."

You gasped and pushed hard against his shoulder.

"How dare you? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna sneak up on you tonight while you're asleep and bite you. In your arm, if you're lucky. Actually, that's gonna be my new way of waking you up. From now on, you won't get a minute of peaceful sleep because you'll be scared all the time. Because you don't know when I'm gonna strike. If I'm gonna strike at all."

Pedro lifted his eyebrows, taking your face in two hands to make sure you couldn't attack him again.

"You're insane."

"I thought you were obsessed with me," you replied, pretending to pout.

"Well, one does not exclude the other, does it?"

"Oh so insane is the new sexy?" you grinned, putting your hands on top of his around your face.

"I don't even know, at this point," Pedro sighed, face crumbling as his body shook with laughter. "I just know that I'm hungry. For real food."

You bit down on your lower lip, then suddenly swung your legs off him with newfound energy. Then you bowed and offered him your hand, pulling him up once he grabbed it.

"Okay then, Mister Pascal. Let's feast."