pedro pascal x dcc cheerleader fem reader
Pedro pushed open the door to Y/N's house, the familiar creak welcoming him back after a long day of filming. He set down his bag and shrugged off his jacket, ready to unwind in the comforting embrace of his girlfriend's home.
As he walked further into the house, he heard the faint sound of music coming from the living room. Intrigued, he moved closer, peeking around the corner to see what was going on. There, in the middle of the room, was Y/N, her face lit up with concentration and determination as she practiced her dance routine in a sparkling Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniform.
Pedro's eyes widened in awe. He knew she had been preparing for the tryouts, but seeing her in the uniform, executing each move with precision and grace, took his breath away. He stood there, completely captivated, not wanting to interrupt her moment of focus.
As the music came to an end, Y/N spun around, her eyes meeting Pedro's. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized she had an audience. "Babe! I didn't hear you come in," she said, slightly out of breath.
Pedro smiled, stepping forward. "I didn't want to interrupt. You were incredible. You looked amazing out there."
Y/N's face lit up with a mixture of pride and nervousness. "Really? What did you think of the routine? Be honest."
Pedro took her hands in his, his eyes filled with admiration. "I think you're going to do amazing. You've worked so hard, and it shows. They'll be lucky to have you."
The reassurance in his voice filled her with confidence. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."
The following morning, Y/N woke up early, the nervous energy buzzing inside her. Today was the day of the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader tryouts, and she wanted to be ready. She did a final run-through of her routine in her living room, the familiar steps calming her nerves a bit. Pedro, who had stayed the night to offer his support, watched her with pride.
“You’ve got this, mi amor,” he said, his voice full of confidence. “Just be yourself out there.”
She smiled at him, grateful for his unwavering support. After a quick breakfast, they drove to the stadium together, Pedro’s hand resting on hers as he drove, providing silent reassurance.
The stadium was a hub of activity. As Y/N walked in, she saw dozens of hopefuls stretching, practicing their routines, and chatting nervously with each other. The air was thick with anticipation. Pedro gave her a reassuring squeeze before she joined the other dancers.
“Good luck. I’ll be right here when you’re done,” he promised, his eyes full of pride.
Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping into the designated area for the tryouts. The judges sat at a long table, their expressions serious as they reviewed their notes. Y/N felt a rush of adrenaline as her name was called, and she stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest.
The music started, and she moved with the rhythm, every step, leap, and spin executed with precision. She poured her heart into the routine, her eyes focused on the judges, her body moving flawlessly. She could hear Pedro's encouraging words echoing in her mind, pushing her to give her best.
As she finished, the judges nodded appreciatively, jotting down notes. Y/N walked off the stage, her heart racing, but a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She had given it her all.
The wait for the results felt like an eternity. Finally, the head judge stepped forward with a list of names. Y/N held her breath, her hands clasped tightly together.
"Y/N," the judge called out.
Her heart leaped. She had made it! Tears of joy filled her eyes as she joined the other selected dancers. They congratulated each other, the room buzzing with excitement and relief.
That evening, back at home, Y/N received the official call confirming her place on the Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad. She could hardly contain her excitement as she shared the news with Pedro.
"I knew you would do it!" Pedro exclaimed, lifting her off her feet in a jubilant hug. "I'm so proud of you!"
Weeks later, Pedro sat in the stands of the packed stadium, the roar of the crowd almost deafening. He watched with pride as Y/N and her squad took the field, their uniforms sparkling under the bright lights. They moved in perfect harmony, each cheer and dance routine executed flawlessly.
But as the game progressed, Pedro couldn't help but notice the way some people in the crowd talked about Y/N and her fellow cheerleaders. The leering comments and objectifying glances made his blood boil. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of protectiveness.
Despite the frustration, Pedro's pride in Y/N never wavered. When the game ended, he waited for her outside the locker room, a bouquet of flowers in hand. When she emerged, still glowing from the performance, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
"You were amazing out there," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I can't wait to see you perform again."
Y/N smiled, feeling his support and love surround her. "Thank you, baby. It means everything to have you by my side."
As they walked to the car, Pedro couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and protectiveness. He was in awe of her talent and determination, and despite the challenges, he knew he would always be there to support her, no matter what.
The following week, the intensity of their schedules ramped up. Y/N was immersed in rigorous rehearsals, while Pedro juggled his filming commitments. Despite their busy lives, they made time for each other, finding solace in late-night conversations and quiet moments of togetherness.
One evening, as Pedro arrived at Y/N's house after a long day on set, he found her in the living room, once again practicing her routine. The intensity of her dedication was palpable. She moved with an effortless grace, her body fluid and strong. He watched her, mesmerized, feeling a deep sense of admiration for her unwavering commitment.
Y/N noticed him and paused, slightly breathless. "How was your day?" she asked, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"Long, but seeing you like this makes it all worth it," he replied, crossing the room to her. "You're incredible, you know that?"
She blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I just want to be the best I can be."
Pedro took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "You already are. You're going to blow them away."
The days flew by, and soon it was time for Y/N's first official performance as a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. The excitement was palpable as they drove to the stadium together, Pedro's hand a constant source of comfort on hers.
The stadium buzzed with energy. Fans filled the seats, their excitement building as kickoff approached. Y/N and her squad prepared backstage, the air thick with anticipation. Pedro stood with the other significant others and family members, his heart swelling with pride.
The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, and the cheerleaders took the field, their uniforms gleaming under the stadium lights. Pedro watched, his eyes locked on Y/N as she moved with the precision and grace he had seen her practice countless times. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers a testament to the team's hard work and dedication.
As the game progressed, Pedro's pride in Y/N grew, but so did his discomfort with the comments and glances from some of the spectators. He overheard lewd remarks and saw the way some men ogled the cheerleaders, reducing their incredible talent to mere physical appearance. It made his blood boil.
When the final whistle blew and the game ended, Pedro made his way to the locker room, flowers in hand. Y/N emerged, her face glowing with the exhilaration of a successful performance. Pedro pulled her into a tight embrace, the bouquet of flowers pressed between them.
"You were amazing out there," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."
Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you, my love . It was incredible. I felt so alive."
As they walked to the car, Pedro's protective instincts kicked in. He couldn't shake the anger he felt towards those who had disrespected Y/N and her teammates. "You know, it pisses me off the way some of the men look at you and talk about you like you're just... a piece of meat."
Y/N squeezed his hand, her expression softening. "I know, but it comes with the territory. We have to focus on the positive. The support, the fans who appreciate what we do."
Pedro nodded, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "I just hate seeing you objectified like that. You're so much more than what they see."
Y/N leaned in, kissing him gently. "And that's why I love you. Because you see all of me."
As they drove home, Pedro's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He was fiercely proud of Y/N and her achievements, but the protectiveness he felt was a constant undercurrent. He knew he couldn't shield her from the world, but he could be there for her, supporting her every step of the way.
In the weeks that followed, Y/N continued to shine as a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, her performances growing more confident and polished with each game. Pedro attended every performance he could, his presence a constant source of encouragement. The comments and glances from others still grated on his nerves, but he focused on the pride he felt for Y/N and the joy her success brought her.
Pedro couldn’t shake the image of Y/N in her Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniform from his mind. Her confidence and grace on the field had left him in awe, but it was her passion and dedication that truly captivated him. One evening, as they relaxed at home after a game, Pedro found himself lost in thought, his eyes lingering on Y/N as she moved around the living room.
Noticing his intense gaze, Y/N raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, a playful smile on her lips. “What are you thinking about, handsome?” she asked, sitting down beside him on the couch.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to be honest. “I can’t stop thinking about you in your cheerleader uniform,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with admiration. “You looked so incredible out there. It was… really hot.”
Y/N’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh? You liked it that much?”
Pedro nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. “I did. And I was wondering if maybe we could… you know, do a little roleplay.”
Y/N’s cheeks flushed with excitement, but she didn’t hesitate. “I think that sounds like fun,” she replied, standing up and heading toward the bedroom. “Give me a few minutes.”
Pedro’s heart raced as he waited, anticipation building with each passing second. When Y/N finally emerged from the bedroom, dressed in her cheerleader uniform, his breath caught in his throat. She looked even more stunning up close, her eyes sparkling with the same confidence and allure he had seen on the field.
“Ready cowboy?” she teased, twirling around to show off the full effect of the uniform.
Pedro stood up, closing the distance between them in a few quick strides. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. “You look amazing, mi amor,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Absolutely stunning.”
Y/N leaned into his touch, her hands resting on his chest. “I’m glad you like it,” she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. “Now, what do you want me to do, coach?”
Pedro’s pulse quickened at her playful tone. He guided her to the couch, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. “How about you show me one of your routines?” he suggested, his hands resting on her hips. “Just for me.”
Y/N nodded, standing up and moving to the center of the room. She began to dance, her movements fluid and graceful, every step a testament to her skill and dedication. Pedro watched, mesmerized by the way she moved, his desire for her growing with each passing moment.
When she finished, Y/N walked back over to Pedro, a seductive smile on her lips. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Pedro pulled her close, his hands sliding up her sides. “I did,” he replied, his lips brushing against hers. “But the real fun is just beginning.”
He kissed her deeply, pouring all his love and desire into the kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into him. The kiss grew more passionate, their need for each other becoming undeniable.
Pedro gently guided Y/N back onto the couch, his hands exploring the curves of her body through the fabric of the uniform. Y/N sighed softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their shared desire.
Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have a little surprise for you,” she whispered, standing up and taking a step back.
Pedro’s breath hitched as he watched her. Y/N began to strip, slowly and sensually, starting with the pom-poms that she tossed aside playfully. She swayed her hips to an imaginary beat, peeling off her cheerleader top to reveal the lacy bra underneath. Pedro’s eyes were glued to her, his admiration and desire for her growing with each piece of clothing that hit the floor.
She turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile as she slid down her shorts,revealing matching lacy underwear. The sight of her made Pedro’s pulse race, and he could barely contain himself.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered, his voice husky with need.
Y/N giggled, walking back to him and straddling his lap. “That’s the idea,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Pedro’s hands roamed over her bare skin, his touch gentle yet filled with passion. He kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her back and pulling her closer. They moved together, their connection electric and undeniable.
Pedro’s hands slid up and down her sides, his fingers grazing the edges of her lacy underwear. Y/N shivered under his touch, her breath hitching in anticipation. Pedro’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of warm kisses that made her sigh with pleasure.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. “How much you drive me wild?”
Y/N could only nod, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. Pedro’s hands moved to her hips, guiding her to stand up. He kissed her stomach, his lips brushing over her skin, making her tremble with need.
He took his time, savoring every moment, every touch. His hands slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, his lips following their path. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.
Y/N blushed, her hands moving to the waistband of her underwear. She hesitated, looking down at Pedro, her eyes filled with love and trust. “Baby, I…”
Pedro smiled, his hands gently covering hers. “Take your time, mi amor. We have all the time in the world.”
Y/N nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she slid her underwear down her legs. Pedro’s eyes never left her, his gaze filled with love and longing. When she was finally bare before him, he pulled her back onto his lap, his hands caressing her skin, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “So perfect.”
Y/N melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with all the love and desire she felt. Pedro’s hands roamed her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He teased her, his fingers brushing over her most sensitive spots, making her gasp and moan with pleasure.
“Pedro, please,” she whimpered, her need for him overwhelming.
Pedro’s eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused, his gaze locking onto hers, his voice filled with love and tenderness. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Pedro,” she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.
He entered her slowly, his movements gentle and deliberate. Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. Pedro’s breath hitched as he felt her warmth surround him, the connection between them deepening with every moment.
They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly, their rhythm in sync. Pedro’s hands caressed her back, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Y/N moaned softly, her hips meeting his with every thrust, their love and desire intertwining in a beautiful dance.
Pedro’s movements became more urgent, his need for her growing with every second. He whispered words of love and admiration against her skin, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure that built within her.
“Pedro, I…” she gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of her emotions.
“I know, mi amor,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Let go. I’m right here with you.”
Y/N’s body tensed, a moan escaping her lips as she reached her climax. Pedro followed soon after, his own release crashing over him in a wave of pleasure. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, they held each other close, their bodies still entwined. Pedro pressed a tender kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his hands gently caressing her back.
“You are amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with love. “I love you so much.”
Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I love you too baby, More than anything.”
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