A doctor and a rich man's love.
Dottore x reader x Pantalone
You work at one of Pantalone’s banks; you hated him, or that’s what you thought. When a conference ended with a business partner touching your hand, it made Pantalone jealous, which led to him taking your first time. When you met Dottore, it was at one of Pantalone’s functions, where he got your phone number.
Parings- Dom!Dottore! x Sub!Reader! x Switch!Pantalone! -
Warings!!! - Teasing, Bondage, Degrading, Dirty talk, Fingering, Cigar/Ash play, Perverted!Pantalone!, Biting, Voyerurism, Orgasm delay, Humilition, Ice play, Sharing fantasies, Rough makeouts, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it :), Cucking!Pantalone!, Jealous!Pantalone! 3K wc.
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You sat at your desk, drinking some coffee before you heard a stupid bell ring. You hated your boss! He just pissed you off all the time! Asking you to run stuff even when you had just sat down! Ugh, he really is the worst!
“Y/N, dear! I want another cup of tea!” you hear in the annoying intercom with his annoyingly happy voice. This individual was wealthy; he could afford servants, but he chose to bother his secretary.
You get up, slamming your coffee onto the desk, not caring if it’ll stain the desk as you walk to the staff kitchen. Brewing tea for this man. He has legs and arms; he should be able to do it! You know what, you won’t try him at all.
“I hate doing this so much…” you muttered as you grabbed the tea and walked to his office. You swore you wanted to hit him. You held the cup in one hand as you flattened the stray hairs with your hand and then slapped your cheek to wake yourself up.
“Mr. Pantalone! I have your tea!” you said before opening the door to find him smoking. As much as you wanted to lash out, you couldn’t yell at him. “Smoking again? That isn’t really healthy, sir.”
“Oh? Is my mean little secretary worrying about little ol’ me?” he teased as you placed the tea on his desk. “Anything else, sir?” You put a fake smile on your face.
“Hmm? Maybe praise from my favorite staff member? Or affection?” he teased even more. “At this point, just don’t talk anymore.” You sighed before leaving, not even letting him finish.
During a conference, you sat next to Pantalone because he was the boss, and you were just there to correct Pantalone's sometimes obviously bitchy attitude toward people.
Pantalone’s hand crawled on your leg, startling you. Your ears turned a bit red because he was becoming bolder in front of people. You shoved his hand off; that is something you wouldn’t allow... but maybe in private?
Pantalone gives you a side eye after you shove his hand off. He loves a person who is as bitchy as him or someone ruthless, even if you played hard to get with his looks he’ll keep trying until it works.
The conference went on for a few more hours but when it ended “it was good meeting you! I’m pretty sure Mr. Pantalone is excited to work with you.” You said to the new business partner. Pantalone just rolled his eyes, this bitchy man will be the death of me.
“I hope our partnership lasts long.” The business partner replied to you, Pantalone just looked a little irritated as the business got closer to you to shake hands with you. He tries to convince himself that he isn’t jealous.
“I hope you can handle my boss’s attitude, he’s a bit sassy..” you said with a polite smile, as you shake their hand, Pantalone looks a bit pouty in the corner that’s his secretary! Not theirs!
When the business partner turned to shake hands with Pantalone he looked less nonchalant than normal. Maybe he was having a headache? “To our partnership,” the partner said as he took Pantalone’s hand.
As they shook hands, Pantalone let go quickly and dusted his hand, even though he had gloves on. It was clear he had a bit of resentment toward the partner who got to touch your hand before he could make you fall for him!
When the business partner left with his accountant Pantalone spoke before you could leave the conference room, “Can you hang behind? Before you finish your work?” Pantalone asked.
When you finished your work you went to Pantalone’s office and knocked on his door. “Mr. Pantalone! I finished my work, you wanted to see me?” Again your knuckles rap against the door.
“Come in, my dear!” He says so cheerfully, when you open the door he’s smoking cigarettes. “Mr. Pantalone! Another cigarette? At this point, your lungs are completely black!” You whined.
That whine just did something to him, he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and approached you. “Do you even understand.. what you do to me.?” He whispered getting into your personal space the smell of his tobacco on his breath.
“Mr. Pantalone! What are you doing?!” You get flushed pushing him back just a bit. “Is it a problem that I want to look at my favorite secretary up close?” Pantalone just teased, “Yes! It’s a problem I have my personal space!”
He pouts a bit. “Come on, let this happen one time. I’ll make you feel great..” he gets close again leaning down resting his face in your neck as you inhale the scent of smoke coming from him.
“I don’t know! I haven’t done that before..” you whispered. Pantalone looked a bit shocked especially because of the woman you were. He thought you were at least experienced.
“Well maybe I can go slow, but that's not guaranteed,” Pantalone said letting his hands rest on your waist rubbing up and down on your waist his grip tightened his hand slowly going to your hips..
“Mr. Pantalone-“ you started before getting cut off by him lifting his head and leaning down as one of his hands left your hip and went to caress your cheek. “You’re so red, darling.” He smiles.
Before you knew it, Pantalone was leaning down even closer to your lips, the soft pink colour of your lips. For years he has seen you nipping at your lips wishing it was him now he can do it now..
He stopped just a few centimetres away from your lips waiting to see if you would say anything and changing your mind, “not going to finish the distance for your little ol’ boss?” he said knowing he was messing with your restraint.
He soon closed the gap and kissed your lips. He tasted bitter, the tobacco. It was addictive in a way, he groaned softly into your mouth. To him? You tasted so good, maybe a hint of sweetness.
He slowly walks you up to the door his hand hiking up to your thigh as he hooks it on his hip as you moan against his lips. The vibration against his lips
Why did you agree to this??
You dressed up for the stupid function that Pantalone was going to give a speech, about business and a charity. You could barely care less about your just there because he wanted you there for you to see how beautiful he was whenever serious, and you couldn’t lie but he’s so pretty whenever he’s at the office or in bed..
You stood at a table with a wine glass, and it was your favourite wine. You knew that pantalone one your favourite wine and this was his function.
As Pantalone’s speech started it lasted 30 minutes or so, and you were a bit mesmerized by his beautiful face. He just looked more serious than the loud top you basically see at least every week.
Pantalone left the stage in the auditorium. You felt a small tap on your shoulder and you felt him kiss your forehead and tuck a piece of stray strands of your hair behind your ear. As his hand crept into your silt of your dress caressing your thigh, “Darling, I need you..” he whispered in your ear.
You get red in the face, your face heating up. “Right now? We’re in a public space?” You murmur shyly, you feel his hand creeping farther but then gets startled by a voice, a medium-deep pitch voice, overly formal.
“Hello, old friend..” the man with long light blue hair spoke, sounding formal.
Pantalone let go of your thigh as he smirked, “Dottore! I’m happy you were able to come!” You look back and forth not knowing what to say.
“Darling, this is Dottore. A special friend.” Pantalone said, as he patted your shoulder and he pats Dottore's shoulder. “And Dottore this is my sweetheart, Y/N,” Pantalone said. But you saw Pantalone give Dottore a specific look, and Dottore caught what he meant but you were left in a loop.
“Maybe you both should talk, I’ll go talk to some guests!” Pantalone said before walking to a crowd of guests sipping their wine before you protest leaving you alone with Dottore.
“Your his sweetheart?” Dottore said, your get a little red. “Well that’s what he calls it, I don’t have an example.” You said. “Maybe just something new to you and you don’t understand it. You can call me Dr. Zandik.” He stayed as he stepped closer.
You lost your breath. This other beautiful man is making you as flushed as Pantalone can. “Just call me Y/N.” You muttered, maybe you wanted both. Then you would be greedy! ugh! Love is always so confusing.
“Y/N has a nice ring to it,” Dottore said in a low tone, he lifted his hand to your cheek, caressing it. “Your cheek is warm, I find it adorable.” He added.
“Dr. Zandik! You're so close!” You protested. “So? Pantalone won’t mind if I touch your face. Actually, he would understand, you're talking to me like I’m a stranger to him.” He said with fake sympathy.
“And let’s be honest, you wouldn’t tell me to stop even if I did touch you as Pantalone did.” He said in a calm tone, with a hint of teasing. You could only but feel something for Dr. Dottore.
“How about I give you my personal phone number?” Dottore said, “I think that’s alright..” you replied. Dottore put his number into your phone…
After the function. You lie in your bed holding your phone scrolling on Seeliegram, seeing a message pop up on the top of your screen a message from Dottore.
One Apple a day keeps the doctor away: “I just got off work, want to go walk around in a park? Without Pantalone if you don’t mind. Just us one on one?”
“Just one on one huh” you mumbled, you sat up slowly and typed something.
Y/N is typing..
You deleted your message a few times not knowing how to decline. The first one was “Without Pantalone?” Too reliant, and then the second one was “sure!” Too short..
Y/N: “How was work?” “And I don’t mind hanging out, don’t want to tire you out though.”
You liked your reply it was good enough, you see his text bubble pop up waiting for a reply.
One apple a day keeps the doctor away. “Work was work. So see you at this Cafè xxxxxxxx?”
You heart the message. Y/N: “Yeah give me 20 minutes, see you then.”
You both met at the Cafè he mentioned, which was empty. “I reserved the cafè today so we can have our alone time. You know, without our ego.” (He means Pantalone), “I understand, Pantalone is sometimes.. too much.” You said.
Dottore opens the door for you, you walk through and it looks cozy in that Cafè, you get coffee and sit down. “I didn’t know if you liked crowded spots so I chose a Cafè since it’s cozy.” He said drinking his coffee.
“You're partially correct, I don’t like restaurants that are too fancy and crowded by rich people.” You replied while drinking your warm coffee. “Well, good thing I went with my gut to get you comfortable.” He added.
You ended up at Dottore’s place, drank some wine, and when you started getting giddy, Dottore sat a little closer on his couch towards you. He leaned in, looking at your lips more than Pantalone.
Was he a freak in the sheets?!
“May I?” he asked as his hand caressed your face. His cold, chilling hand felt like ice; it sent shivers down your spine. “It would be nice,” you said as his thumb traced your bottom lip.
He closed the gap and kissed you; it started a little slow and then progressed into something rougher. He kept nipping at your lip as he shifted you all the way so your back was touching the armrest. He broke the kiss.
He grabbed your thigh, hooking it onto his hip; you felt the chilling feeling from his hand again. He left a trail of bite marks and you moaned. “The sounds you make are so beautiful, darling,” he groaned.
He moved his hand under your shirt, giving a signal that he wanted the shirt off. You sat up a bit and took it off, tossing it somewhere in his living room.
What followed was just some teasing from Dottore and you being whiny.
When you heard your phone ring on Dottore’s nightstand, you couldn’t make an effort to pick it up. Why? Because Dottore was being a fucking asshole and pounding you ruthlessly from behind.
Dottore grabbed your phone and accepted the call, then put it to your ear. “Hey! Good evening, sweetheart!” Pantalone said with a happy tone. “Just bought your favorite wine, want to hang out tonight?”
“Maybe tomorrow,” you replied, your voice shaky and breathy. “Why not tonight? Are you busy?” Pantalone asked. You couldn’t tell him you were getting railed by his friend!
“Mhm!” you whined. “You sound out of breath,” Pantalone said, Dottore still being rough. “Sorry, Pantalone... ah! Gotta go.” You hung up on Pantalone. “Lying to your boss? Not a good look, darling.” Dottore leaned into your ear. “You’re tightening, darling? Are you close?” he smirked against your ear.
“You’re not allowed to cum yet... I haven’t even reached my limit,” he said with fake sympathy. “But, Zandik...” he cut off and took your lips into another kiss, enjoying the tight velvet around his cock. It felt too good, like the pressure was just bringing him closer to the edge, but he’d wait until you begged.
“Zandik... please, let me cum... I can’t hold it anymore,” you moaned again. “Let me hear you say my name again and then maybe I’ll let you cum,” he groaned in your ear. “Zandik,” you whined.
“Good girl... Now you can cum,” he said, his hand reaching down and rubbing your clit for overstimulation while he pounded harder.You felt a bit sore after that night with Dottore you enjoyed it too much to complain while Pantalone was kept in the dark..
You got a message from Pantalone saying that we should go to his place and just enjoy each other's company.
But whenever you did you didn’t expect to start getting heated with Pantalone. He was more aggressive than usual. Making out with you rougher.. and he pulls back biting all over your neck. And then you go through the front door to Pantalone's luxurious apartment.
It was Dottore!?
“Dottore told me your little fun time with him,” Pantalone said and bites down harder onto your neck you whine to the rougher bite. “I did, because maybe we could make a compromise. We'll get you tonight.” Dottore stepped closer as he talked to you both. “We both would get to pleasure you,” Dottore added.
“I mean we can try it..” you said blushing deeply and probably a little excited and nervous that you're going to have. They sat on Pantalone's expensive bed with silk sheets. “Strip, my dear,” Pantalone said
You started taking off your top, and then your pants. “Don’t worry keep going,” Dottore said with fake sympathy and Pantalone groaned at the arousal tension of you taking your clothes off.
You next clipped your bra leaving your panties on. “Just one last thing before we see your full beautiful self..” Pantalone said.
Pantalone got up and opened his night stand grabbing handcuffs and held them up to you. “We’ll have fun with you darling. He cuffed your hand and put you onto his lap. And he held your legs apart the only thing you had left on was a garter on your thighs.
“I guess I’ll start,” Dottore said and he got off the bed getting in between your legs. Taking the garters off with his teeth, he bites your thighs looking up at you and Pantalone. The sight of him biting makes you even more needy than you are.
“You want me to start, darling?” Dottore teased. You whine loudly. Your restraint was slipping away.. “Come on, Sweetheart. Entertain us..” Pantalone said kissing up on your neck.
Dottore started with little kitten licks on your silt. Pressing his tongue flat against your clit. “Like how he’s licking you? Sweet girl.” Pantalone whispered in your neck, his breath warm. You moan to the dirty talk and the feeling of Dottore’s mouth.
Dottore hummed on your clit, you felt the vibration giving you shivers up your spine, you whined again. “Dottore, I think she’s enjoying it, Dirty girl.” Pantalone moaned into your ear. Dottore lifts his hand and pulls away, he runs his figure across your slick. As he slips a finger into your entrance he returned to licking your clit.
That already pushed you towards the edge but you didn’t want it to end. You moan again loudly, Pantalones hand mess with your nipples adding even more stimulation. “You need to cum?” Pantalone teased with fake sympathy.
“Yes.. yes! I need to cum!” You whined out, Dottore added a second finger you just got louder and closer. “I think we should let her cum, Dottore..” Pantalone added. Smirking down at Dottore. “You’re right. Let’s let her cum..” Dottore hummed again against your clit making you cum into his mouth.
“What a dirty girl, you made a mess on our precious Dottore..” Pantalone pouts a bit. “I think I should let Dottore punish you.” Pantalone added pulling away from you.
First thing that Dottore did was take the handcuffs off of you throwing them somewhere in the room. He removes his clothes one by one, pushing you more onto the bed and spreads your legs apart again. As he held his cock sliding it against your slit.
He pushes in groaning, your warm heap was always so welcoming to him. For Pantalone he was smoking a cigarette sitting in a chair near the bed. He watched fascinated on how you both were going at it.
“Just imagine me..” Dottore cuts himself off groaning again. “Making you cum in the supply room at my job.. where anyone could walk in.. you’d like that wont you?” You tighten on his cock at the thought. “Oh? You like me telling you my thoughts? Makes you wanna cum?” He stared down at you.
“Whining like a damn slut already.. and yet you can even handle me yet. Pity pity.. but I guess we’ll just ruin you.” Dottore said with fake sympathy. “You can take some more like a slut right?” He added.
You just whined to his words getting closer to the edge. “You're getting tighter.” Dottore cooed. Pantalone was getting hard from the sight of his old friend pound his sweetheart into an oblivion. The cigarette in between his fingers burning slowly.
“I think I had enough watching..” Pantalone said walking towards you both. He extinguished his cigarette on your thigh before kissing it. “We both need to mark you somehow..” Pantalone teased
“Well.. Darling I hope you can take us both, you gotta open that pretty mouth pretty wide for me..” Pantalone said. He unbuttons his shirt, and then he takes his pants off. He crawls closer to your head, you start palming him. “Quite eager..” pantalone kept teasing.
“Pantalone! Please!” You whined loudly, “Ok, ok. I’ll give it to you..” he tugs down his boxers revealing his pretty cock. 9 inches and thick.. the pretty pink tip at your lips. “Come on, a little more wider. Tongue out.” He rubs his tip on your tongue and slowly pushes in, not wanting you choke yet.
“Her throat is so good, Dottore.” Pantalone whined. Dottore didn’t reply because he’s a little to focused on your tight heap. You moaned as soon Pantalone started rubbing on your clit, the over stimulation was endless. When you moaned against Pantalone cock he groaned at the vibrations.
“I think I might cum, Dottore..” Pantalone panted out, The response that Pantalone got was just a low groan. “You want that, darling? To cum?” He pushing his cock deeper into your throat. “gotta cum…” your eyes roll back into your skull as you whined.
You cum on Dottore’s cock.. and Pantalone came down your throat swallowing eagerly. Then Dottore thrusts a few times before cumming. “Such a good girl, you enjoyed swallowing that down?” Pantalone pets your head, he pulls out of your mouth. Dottore pulled out next, laying right next to you. Dottore’s cum oozing out.
“Look at the mess you made, you’ll have to clean it up before you leave.” Dottore said leaning back on the pillows. “Who said she was leaving? She’s a damsel in distress after you pounded her to hard,” Pantalone said with a tone that was dripping with fake sympathy.
Andd that’s a wrap unicorns! Tune in next time when Yuyu-Chan another kiss for you!!💋
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