bossy & beloved. - pedro pascal.
You’ve always been dominant. It’s something you’ve never shied away from, no matter the relationship. And when it came to Pedro Pascal, your boyfriend who was over 20 years older than you, that was no different. You loved having the upper hand. It was exhilarating, knowing that you could tell him what to do, where to go, how things were going to be. And he, always so gentle and patient, adored it.
But today, things were different.
You had a long, frustrating day at work. Everything seemed to be going wrong, and you were on edge. You snapped at Pedro over the smallest things, more demanding than usual. He just stood there, watching you, his patience evident, but you didn’t care. You needed to release all of that built-up frustration, and if it had to be on him, so be it.
But then, in a move that surprised you, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you toward him. His grip was firm, not harsh, but commanding in a way that made you pause. His eyes locked with yours, intense but filled with affection.
“Calm down,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I’ve had enough of you bossing me around today.”
You tried to protest, but he didn’t give you the chance. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Today, it’s my turn to be in charge.”
You weren’t sure whether to be shocked or... impressed. Pedro Pascal, your Pedro, the one who usually let you take the reins, was now taking control. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, the way his hand slid down your back to steady you. His presence, always so calming, had you speechless.
Before you could say anything, he gently guided you toward the bathroom. “I think we both need to relax, don’t you think?” he said with a playful grin, his voice light but firm. “I’m going to make you forget about everything, okay?”
You didn’t have it in you to argue. Not now. He turned on the taps, filling the bathtub with warm water, steam already starting to rise. You watched as he carefully prepared everything, adjusting the temperature to perfection. There was something about the way he took care of you—so effortlessly and with so much love—that made everything else fade away.
As he guided you into the water, he whispered, “You need to let go sometimes, let things just happen. I’m right here.” His hands gently massaged your shoulders, working out the tension, his touch tender but assertive.
“You’re impossible, you know that?” you muttered, but your smile betrayed you. He chuckled, pulling you closer.
“I think you love it,” he teased, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
You sighed, leaning into his embrace. “Maybe I do,” you admitted quietly, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders.
Pedro kissed your forehead, his hands now soothing your hair, every movement slow and deliberate. “I’m always here to take care of you. You can be bossy, but you don’t have to do everything alone.”
He pulled you further into his chest, and the warm water swayed gently around you both. His fingertips traced slow circles along your back as he pressed a lingering kiss against your temple.
“You work too hard,” he murmured, his voice hushed, like a secret just for you. “And you hold onto too much.”
You exhaled, feeling his fingers skim the back of your neck, his touch so careful, so steady, as if he was holding something fragile.
“I don’t know how to shut it off,” you admitted, your voice small.
“That’s why I’m here.” He dipped his head, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before resting his chin there. “To remind you that you don’t have to carry everything alone.”
You closed your eyes as he tightened his arms around you, the sound of water lapping gently against the porcelain the only thing between you.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter. All you knew was that you were warm, safe, and wrapped in Pedro’s arms.
The water had cooled slightly, but neither of you made any move to leave. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, and every so often, he’d drop a soft kiss to your temple, your cheek, your shoulder—anywhere he could reach. It was like he wanted to remind you, over and over, that he was there. That you were his.
“You’re so quiet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Are you actually relaxed for once?”
You hummed, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “Mmm. Maybe.”
“That’s a miracle.” He smirked, pressing a teasing kiss to the side of your neck.
“Shut up.” You nudged him with your elbow, but he only laughed, tightening his grip around you.
“I’m just saying,” he continued, amusement lacing his voice, “you’re always bossing me around. I was starting to think you didn’t know how to just sit still and be taken care of.”
You turned slightly in his arms to look at him, raising a playful brow. “I don’t know… I kind of like it when you take care of me.”
Pedro’s eyes softened, his smile turning fond. “Good. Because I love taking care of you.”
He leaned in, kissing you gently—slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours, his nose brushing yours.
“Alright,” he sighed dramatically. “As much as I’d love to stay here forever, we’re both gonna turn into prunes if we don’t get out.”
You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder. “Nooo. I don’t wanna move.”
Pedro chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. “You’re literally the bossiest person I know, and now you’re whining?”
“Yes.” You pouted, making no effort to get up. “I’m too comfortable.”
He rolled his eyes, but his grin was full of affection. “Fine. But if we stay any longer, I’m gonna start charging you for my personal spa services.”
You giggled, lifting your head. “How much?”
Pedro pretended to think for a moment before smirking. “Unlimited kisses. That’s the only acceptable form of payment.”
You laughed, reaching up to cup his face. “Deal.” And then you kissed him, slow and sweet, taking your time like he always did with you.
When you finally pulled away, Pedro gave you a look so full of adoration that your heart nearly melted.
“Alright, princesa,” he murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from your face. “Let’s get you dried off before you fall asleep in here.”
With that, he stood up, stepping out of the bath before reaching for a towel. You expected him to hand it to you, but instead, he motioned for you to stand.
“Come on,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
You sighed dramatically but stood up anyway, and before you could grab the towel yourself, Pedro wrapped it around you, tucking you into its warmth. Then, to your surprise, he bent down and lifted you effortlessly into his arms.
“Pedro!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I can walk, you know!”
“I know.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your damp hair. “But I like carrying you.”
You huffed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips as he carried you into the bedroom, cradling you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
Once he set you down on the bed, he grabbed another towel, gently rubbing it over your hair to dry it. The whole time, his touch was soft, careful—like he was afraid you’d slip away if he wasn’t holding you.
“You really do like taking care of me, huh?” you murmured, watching him.
Pedro paused for a second before meeting your gaze. “Of course, I do,” he said softly. “You take care of everyone else. Someone has to remind you that you deserve the same.”
Your chest tightened, warmth spreading through you at his words. Instead of answering, you reached for him, pulling him down beside you. He didn’t hesitate—he just curled around you, tucking you into his arms like it was second nature.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The world outside could wait. Right now, there was only this—his steady breathing, his arms wrapped around you, the quiet promise in the way he held you close.
“You’re not getting rid of me, you know,” he murmured sleepily, pressing one last kiss to your forehead.
You smiled against his chest. “Good. I don’t want to.”
And with that, you finally, truly, let yourself rest.
