His Curls (PedroPascalxreader) part 2
2.
You've been dating Pedro for a few weeks now. It was a wonderful time. You were literally floating above the ground. The man was sweet and romantic. He didn't invite you to any lavish restaurant on your first date. He invited you to a small Italian restaurant. It was a lovely place. The patio was surrounded by ivy who protect you two from prying eyes. There were little lights hanging above you that looked like stars.
You felt special and Pedro gave you his full attention.
Unfortunately, Pedro has been in New York for the last two weeks and you've been busy. Sometimes in the evening you were so tired you even have no streng to call him.
Today, however, he called you and begging to find a moment for him.
"Y/N, baby, please put me on your schedule. I have an interview to magazine today and they're going to take some pictures of me."
You bit your lip and looked carefully at your schedule.
"Ummm... I have half an hour free between 1pm and 1.30pm. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure baby. You're wonderful."
You were glad that you will see him. Though you'd rather see him outside of your work. You had everything ready before he arrived. Half an hour was a little time, but you believed you would make it.
Pedro burst in like a little hurricane. He immediately hugged you tightly, lifting you up. He spun around with you, making you laugh.
He kissed you on the cheek and said:
"I missed you so much, sweetie."
You patted his chest and shook your head.
"Sit down, we don't have much time."
However, as soon as he sat down, you started to look at his hairstyle.
"Pedro, your hair is perfect."
He nodded and looked at you innocently.
"I'm sorry about that little lie." He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you to him. "You work too much. I'm worried about you. And I really wanted to see you."
You stepped between his legs and placed your hands on his broad shoulders.
"I'm not angry for lying, but for betrayal." He raised his eyebrows. "You've been to another hair stylist in New York!"
He started laughing loudly and you straddled on his lap, facing him.
Pedro started to run his hands on your back and planted gentle kisses on your neck.
"Forgive me. I'll make it up to you somehow."
He started squeeze your breast with one hand. His lips pressed against yours. Your hands instinctively went to his head. As you tugged at his hair, he let out a muffled moan into your mouth and deepened the kiss.
His hands roamed all over your body while yours stayed in his hair. You broke the kiss just to catch your breath and connected your lips again.
You felt so great sitting on his lap, tugging at his curls and feeling the growing excitement in his pants, but... You shook yourself out in time. You have 15 minutes left. You really didn't want your next client catch you in such an intimate situation.
You broke away from Pedro with a groan of displeasure.
"We have to stop."
"No, honey," he murmured.
You gently stroked his cheek.
"We're running out of time, and I still have to do something about your hair."
You looked at his hair and smiled. His curls was really disheveled. You got off his lap and swiveled your chair towards the mirror.
Pedro chuckled at his reflection. You grabbed a comb and said:
"It would be so unprofessional if I let you out of here with hair like that."
But before you could start combing his hair, he grabbed your hand.
"Promise me we'll meet tonight. I'll pick you up after work. We'll go for a walk, then we'll grab some takeaway food and watch a movie."
"Sounds great." you replied.
Pedro smiled and finally let you tidy up his hair.
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I had so much fun writing this :)
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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717508629330296832/his-curls-pedropascalxreader
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717696242092769280/his-curls-pedropacalxreader-part-3?source=share
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Ref: from gay semiotics (1977) by hal fischer
My favorite bits:
Vintage
This is a character from the 50s, wearing leather from the 70s, because he collects it in my 90s AU.
I don't know man, I just work here.
“...you went thrifting?” Max asked curiously, tilting his head, “You could order a wardrobe, why would you—”
“Because I look really good, in my dad's clothes. Frankly.” John shrugged, gesturing at himself. “The patterns? The jeans? I'm nothing but leg, they were made for me. I love vintage.”
- Cling To Me, Ch. 11
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