Pedro Pascal+characters oneshots

Agent Whiskey-Partner In Crime

Within ten minutes, Agent Smith is out cold. You get ready to drag him out, when who should magically appear, but Agent Asshole.

"Why'd you just take off like that?" he demands, striding over to you, scowling deeply.

You ignore him as you grab Agent Smith by the legs and start dragging him towards the car.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Agent Whiskey comes to you, pushing your hands off of Agent Smith's body and hoists him up his shoulder and starts walking out.

You follow, but at a much slower pace. You know damn well that the second you're trapped in the damn car with Jack, he's going to land on you with both feet.

Jack puts Agent Smith's body in the back seat of the car and walks around to the driver's side door, climbing in.

You reluctantly climb into the passenger's side and close the door. Agent Whiskey doesn't utter a peep to you until you're almost to headquarters.

"You never answered my question, darlin.'" His voice is low and controlled, not a hint of anger in it.

Damnit! Now he's not playing nice. You fold your arms over your chest, staring out the window.

"Because, Jack, you were too busy trying to line up a screw buddy for later on. And I'm sick of listening and watching you do that to me!"

Jack sighs softly as you reach headquarters. He stops at the front gate, rolls down the window and leans out to punch in the code.

The front gate slowly opens up and Jack drives inside the gate and straight to the headquarters garage.

Two, big burley guys come over at Jack's call to them. They take Agent Smith's body inside headquarters and you start to follow.

Jack suddenly grabs your wrist and jerks you to a halt. You turn, glaring ferociously at him and yank your wrist free.

"I know I screw around a lot," Jack says softly. "But it's only because I know I'll never have who I really want."

"Save it, Jack!" You snap, turning to head inside headquarters. "I've heard enough of your damn shit!"

Jack hurries to catch up with you. You dare to look at his face. He looks so...hurt.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it!"

Jack grabs you again, swiftly backing you up against the wall, pinning you there.

You try to push him away, but he won't budge. You're really starting to get pissed off when Jack leans closer and.... gently kisses...you.
Oh, shit.

You don't want to be doing this. But you can't stop, either. Jack's kissing is becoming more heated and passionate.

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer, just tasting him. He tastes like whiskey and it's intoxicating.

"See, Y/N? I do love you." You slide Jack's sunglasses off and gaze into his beautiful brown eyes. You touch his bottom lip, feeling yourself becoming aroused.

Jack smiles softly at you. Then he leans back. He holds his hand out and you take it.

"We'll finish this later, darlin,'"Jack murmurs. "And you will not be disappointed."

...................

"Holy smokes!" Jack is breathless and sweaty. You giggle as you cuddle with him. You gently kiss his body, working your way down, causing him to gasp.

"I never thought I'd have this," you whisper, sliding back up again and capturing Jack's lips with yours.

Jack gently trails his fingers down your bare arm and it ignites something deep in you.

"I know, darlin.' I was an asshole."

"No argument there." Jack takes you by the waist and draws you closer. You snuggle against him.

"Now this has happened, you're not going back to screwing anybody that catches your fancy, are you?"

Jack shakes his head and kisses your forehead. His mustache tickles and you laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Your mustache just tickles." Jack grins wickedly and brushes his mustache over your cheek and soon you're giggling uncontrollably.

"You're evil!" You exclaim, punching him in the arm. Jack scowls and glares at you.

You move, pressing your lips to his and immediately, the scowl slips from his face and is replaced with a tender smile.

"Hold me? Please? I just want to feel your arms around me." Jack wraps his arms around you and you close your eyes, beginning to feel drowsy.

"Go to sleep, Y/N," Jack whispers. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not. Or I'll hunt you down and cut your balls off."

"Now who's being evil?" You chuckle softly and slowly drift off to sleep.