cw. explicit smut, minors dni. creampie. fingering. pantalone likes to grope tits. backshots. creampie. vague mentions of death. reader does illegal jobs. implications of degradation. marking. pantalone is slightly possessive. unprotected sex. unedited and i wrote this in like an hour so agahsjkal
note. idk what happened, i saw a pantalone playlist and now i wrote this. honestly been simping for this man ever since i saw him ?!?!! i’m more of a dottore fucker but like pantalone is mad fine
darkness engulfed the languid town. the bitter moonlight casted a pale glow on the people’s sunken, gloomy faces, emphasizing how the frost had seeped into everyone’s bones and transformed them into mindless, lethargic zombies. such was a normal sight in the outskirts of snezhnaya—where all the less than beautiful people and less than sparkly trinkets were thrown. eradicated. not quite in the middle of nowhere, but exiled far enough to let the outcasts be consumed by the cold.
leaning back onto the abandoned building behind you, you pulled at your gloves. the cold in snezhnaya was nothing to take lightly. you were not a local here so your breaths came out fogged and ragged—merely a merchant of some sorts who would do pretty much anything when it came to the right price. and sometimes, the right clients.
rare as they may be since you hated the cold, there were certain circumstances that made sneaking into the mysterious ghostly territory worth it.
“still cold, i see? i could warm you up should you need assistance.”
you heard him before his dark, tall silhouette slowly appeared from the shadows.
silky black fur rested atop his shoulders that fit him snugly. the sight made you sniffle back the cold as you narrowed your eyes at the man, bewitched by his charming smile yet you knew better that his heart was as cold as his homeland, and his beauty only served to mask his sinister desires. desires that more often than not included in you warming each other up in his grandiose bed—an event that gradually became a normal routine in your life.
“pantalone,” you greeted, pushing your back off the wall and closing your eyes as his lips brushed across your cheek. “i’ve delivered the goods as you asked.”
“lovely,” a smirk paints over his handsome face. one glance at the inconspicuous carriage in the alleyway was all he needed—pantalone never doubted the quality of your service and trusted you wholeheartedly. even if he technically shouldn’t as you were an outsider. at this point, you knew too much about the harbingers’ motives that he should be hanging your head at his manor as a trophy, yet the both of you felt such violence was unnecessary. “though never as lovely as seeing you again, hm?”
“always the charmer, pantalone. let’s cut to the chase. i’ve delivered and you—”
“—must do my part and proceed with the payment, yes,” tilting his head to the side, your brow shot up at the sight of his bodyguards lurking in the shadows slowly back off. “shall we go, then?”
just like he, you had also broken your own rules when it came to doing business.
it was supposed to be simple: discuss the client’s needs, receive payment, and terminate the contract to ashes to leave no traces.
but with pantalone, it was either things became much simpler or your business would tumble downhill. it wasn’t part of the contract that you would be discussing each other’s needs in the bed just minutes later—his large, gloved hands gripping your hips with much eagerness from a man who hadn’t tasted his fleeting lover for weeks now. you weren’t supposed to kiss him back in the same fervour. fingers carding through his smooth locks and swiping his glasses off to the nightstand until pantalone was hovering over you, and you moaned into his mouth. legs wrapped around his waist.
you could spend the rest of your nights like this—rolling around with him in the sheets and leaving your scent in his satin pillowcases. true, there may be no promises you’d ever see the next sunrise with him, but who cared? the fog in snezhnaya was so thick it often blocked some proper light, and you were gone from pantalone’s quarters before he could notice.
that was the routine; one you’d never get tired of when pantalone knew your body better than you did. he reached sensitive places in you that you never knew existed, and the cruel man’s calloused hands held you gently in times he didn’t want to fuck you like you were a whore.
(it may be hard to believe, but pantalone was an expert at making love without love being thrown into the mixture.)
“would it be unprofessional if i said i missed you?”
his words were left muffled at the crook of your neck. pantalone’s hand sneaks under your blouse and unclasps your bra with ease, letting your head fall to his pillows with another guided hand. his eyes not once leaving yours as he awaited your response.
“hmm,” you mused, helping him shed his precious coat onto the ground. the both of you held each other like that, skin to skin and breaths shared into one. your nipples brushed across his solid chest littered with scars that held stories you hadn’t heard before. curiously, you traced your fingers above them, and the man sucked in a shudder before you. see, pantalone was a fearsome harbinger who was not to be trifled with, but you were a different story. you held no intentions of meddling in his business. it was never in your nature to poke your nose into matters you shouldn’t be involved with, but being involved with pantalone alone? perhaps you could look away from the strict rules of professionalism and simply give in to one’s desire.
even pantalone didn’t find it too bothersome to be rebellious every now and then.
“perhaps not,” you leant up to leave a kiss to one of the scars residing above his breast, legs spread wider to accommodate some space for him. there also laid the unspoken question of whether any of you had space left for each other to occupy, though the natures of your careers said otherwise. so you cupped his cheek, pulled him in for a sloppy kiss that was more tongue and teeth clashing than lips romantically moving in sync, and gnawed on the bottom plump of flesh. “i dare say i missed you too—pleasure doing a business with you as always, my lord.”
pantalone’s deep laughter reverberated into the spacious room.
“oh, i would understand why. your pockets must be filled deep each night you travel to where i ask you to.”
“as satisfying as it is that i can have whatever i want thanks to you...” dragging your tongue across his cheek, pantalone let you nibble on his earlobes. you were a teasing little minx—knowing full well it was the small, simple touches that always had blood rushing to his cock. you were proven correct, too, when he grinded his crotch against yours. his balls grazing the back of your thighs and his pinkish tip leaking with desperation; his poor hand must not have been good enough right after he’d had a taste of you. “...i’d rather you fill me deep and fuck me so hard i’m gonna limp my way back home.”
“is that a challenge?”
“it’s an order.”
pantalone shook his head with a small smile. were you anyone else, he would’ve shut you up effectively for speaking so casually with him. he was the ninth fatui harbinger, after all. the only treatment he accepted was that of extreme and utmost respect. but for you, he’d let it slide. he was more than willing to play into your little game for as long as you liked if it meant spending more time with you, yet he wasted no time diving back for another kiss. his hands travelling between your legs and cupping your mound until he was rewarded with a breathy moan.
“if my lady asks, then my lady shall get.”
when pantalone sunk two thick fingers in you, you pulled away from the kiss abruptly and fell back on the pillows. he curled them at just the right spot. mimicking the come hither gesture while his thumb paid attention to your clit, cooing out sweet words to help you reach your high. you saw stars flutter before you then at the pleasure. pantalone’s pace kept going faster that your juices began to pool at his palm, your legs closing itself to shy away from the impending orgasm but he was having none of it.
one strong arm pushed your leg flat on the bed till you were reduced into a panting mess. chest coated with sweat despite the biting cold, you let the hand covering your mouth fall beside you. if there was anything pantalone asked of you in bed, it was that you let him know how good he made you feel.
not only did his flutter his ego, but it drove him to make you feel even better. and when he saw your eyes rolling at the back of your head, felt your inner thighs quivering as your abdomen tightened, pantalone immediately pulled his fingers out.
you were about to complain for refusing your orgasm when pantalone’s lips suddenly latched onto your neck, the empty feeling in your cunt now replaced by a thickness that could only belong to pantalone. you moaned at the pleasurable intrusion. nails scratching down his back and relishing in the glorious image of his back muscles flexing with each slow thrust to get you accustomed to his length—pantalone’s girth too thick that it left a slight sting.
soon, the pain ebbed away with a few gentle roll of his hips and his hands worshipping your tits.
“fuck,” he chuckled under his breath, “you feel stellar. i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this.”
“you should. i’ll be coming back here more often than you think.”
pantalone leaves one last nip at your neck before his arm rested at the side of your head, his fingers caressing your skin with a butterfly touch. once his fingers found home in your hips, pantalone’s lips tilted upwards into a mischievous smirk. “yeah?” inch by inch, he pulled out until only his pulsing tip was left sucked in by your walls. “for professional reasons, i suppose?”
“purely business as always but that can cha—”
with one swift thrust back inside you, the wind was knocked out your chest. rendering you speechless was his cue to fuck you as he pleased—taking note of your command to fuck you so hard you had to limp back home. while the chivalrous man inside of him told him it wouldn’t be such a good idea since he had no idea where you lived, and he didn’t want your journey back home to be a dreadful one, he also took pride at the thought you would be reminded of him with every step you take. your thighs would burn and sitting down would be a menace. his cum would leak out of your tight pussy each time you made a small move.
groaning, pantalone pulled his cock out and grabbed you by the arms. he didn’t give you time to think when he’d flipped your body. head pressed flat on the pillows and your thighs grabbed by strong hands to jut your butt out to him. no more words could be spoken as you let out garbled moans and whimpered his name over and over again, pleading for pantalone to go harder. go faster.
and who was he to say no?
pantalone gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, determined that remnants of your passionate with him would traverse beyond lands he wouldn’t dare cross. his punishing thrusts were what pushed you to the edge, hands fisting his sheets hard enough to leave wrinkles. the lewd aroma of sex filled the numbing air of frost. your loud moans echoed and mixed along with his deep grunts at every instant you pushed your hips back to meet along with his. each deep drive of his cock was sure to mold the shape of him to your pussy. and he’d be lying if he didn’t grow harder at the thought only he could fuck you like this. only he could see you arch your back and call out his name so sinfully like this and this moment was meant only for him.
“how much i’d fuckin’ pay to have this pussy again,” pantalone snickered before delivering a harsh smack to your bum. you did most of the work now by wiggling your butt, body moving forward then backward as your walls fluttered around his thickness. the sight of you fucking yourself onto him was so vulgar that pantalone fell forward, hands reaching under to fondle your tits. “you comin’, baby? can feel you squeezing tight around me—fuck.”
“yes, yes, yes,” you were mindlessly babbling at this point. hands joining pantalone’s as he tweaked your nipples between your fingers and you cried out, your pussy sucking him in that pantalone drew a sharp gasp behind you.
as you came, pantalone’s whole body tensed before you felt his thick cum explode in your womb. the both of you collapsed on the bed; pantalone quick to move to the side as to not crush you while his softening cock left the confines of your heat. wincing, your legs remained open as you felt the cold breeze contrast with pantalone’s warm cum seep out of your cunt—leaving pantalone to rub his fingers on your slit while you tried to catch your breath.
staring up onto the high ceiling, your eyes began to feel heavy with sleep. the heat emanating from pantalone’s body had never been more welcoming, and the calming scent of his body wash was lulling you into slumber. and oh, you could have the best sleep of your life here in his king sized bed and thick duvets if only you didn’t want to get caught by the other harbingers fucking around with their comrade.
no, you valued your life much more than the tempting call of sleep.
“i... i gotta go.”
“so soon?”
“yep,” grimacing as you sat up, you reached for a towel pantalone prepared at his night stand every time you were bound for delivery and cleaned yourself up. legs aching and cunt still reminiscing the pleasure of having him fuck you into oblivion. the whole time, you could feel pantalone’s piercing gaze on you as he rested his face onto his palm, elbows bent and posing like a greek god—eyes narrowed sans the glasses whilst he burned the shape of your figure at the back of his mind. immensely flattering, his attention was, and you didn’t miss the way his cock began to harden once more as you fixed your tits back to your bra. “pantalone. we’re not having a second round as much as i’d like to.”
“i take no offense,” the man offered an easy smile, “this can always be a promise of a second time.”
“you can hold onto that. i might even return in two night’s time.”
“two nights? i didn’t ask you to get me anything—” the knowing smile you wore let pantalone know your next visit would be... less professional this time around. less professional settings meant there’d be no need for you to rush returning back home, and pantalone proudly sat up to plop his glasses back on. “i’ll clear my schedule for you then.”
mock saluting him, you winked. “till the next time, my lord.”
Summary: Established relationship between my OC and Shinji back prior to TBTP. First time between the two.
CW: Shinji. Oral (female receiving), Use of pet names (doll, princess), unprotected penis in vagina (writer encourages using safety when participating in sexual activities), OC, a goofy moment where Shinji bumps into something, first time for OC, some cursing, cream pie
^ warnings not in exact order, I apologize for that
Word Count: 1.6k
Kiana's voice got caught in the back of her throat, hands gripping onto Shinji's uniform as he pressed his body into hers. His lips were attached to her neck, leaving gentle kisses and sucking on the tender skin. His teeth scraped gently, smirking to himself as a moan escapes her. Her back arched, pressing her chest closer to his own.
"Yer so gorgeous, doll... I can't keep my hands to myself around ya," he teased as his hand moved to pick her up, holding her close to him as he kissed her deeply. He began heading towards his room, cursing to himself as he bumped into a pile of books Sosuke had left for him.
"Wha-" her inquiry was cut off by him swiftly kissing her again, making it into his room and pulling her down to the bed with him. He climbed on top of her, watching her struggle to catch her breath. He couldn't help but admire her quietly, taking in the sight of her red face... Slightly puffy pouty lips... The way her pale skin was starting to grow red from where he had been teasing her not too long ago.
Before she had the chance to question him, he was swift to kiss her again, hands starting to gently remove her clothes. He was being slow with his movements, giving her absolutely every possible chance to tell him to stop. It was when she was only down to her undergarments did she finally speak.
"S... Shinji... I..."
"Use your words, doll... Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head. "I... It's just... It'll be my first..."
He took a moment to blink, soon smiling softly at her and gently cupping her cheek with his hand. "I'm honored, princess. I promise I'll be slow and make you feel good."
"Hey... Don't look at me like that," she squeaked, cheeks turning redder.
"Yer so fuckin' cute, princess... Just relax and let me take care of ya," he smirked and pulled back slightly. He moved down, spreading her legs gently so he could rest between them. His eyes locked with hers as he kissed her thigh, massaging the other with his hand. His kisses began going downwards, forcing her to take a sharp breath. When his lips reach her clothed sex, he sighed, kissing her and taking note of how warm she was.
"It seems like my princess is just as excited as I am," he teased, eyes looking up at her again. Just as she was about to yell at him, he bit down on her panties before starting to pull them off. He could swear he saw steam coming from her at the action, chuckling to himself. He pulled back enough to slide them down her knees and off of her completely, licking his lips at the sight of her naked pussy.
"As much as I just wanna... I don't think it'd be fair to leave this on," he mumbled, not fully finishing his sentences. He leaned up to unclasp her bra, taking it off slowly to enjoy the reveal of her breasts. He greedily leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned softly at the action, trying to squeeze her legs together. He tutted at her, firmly pushing himself between her legs to keep them open for him.
"S... Shinji..."
"I'll be back down there soon enough, princess, be patient," he leaned up and kissed her, playing with one of her nipples in between his fingers. He moved his head back down, taking the opposite nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, nipples hard at his attention to them. He switched his sucking between her nipples, thoroughly admiring her breasts for a good few minutes before pulling back. He grinned to himself at seeing the wet stiffened peaks, knowing he had taken very good care of them.
"Now, then... Let's see just how good you taste, princess," he smirked widely up at her as he adjusted his position. He licked his lips at seeing how wet he had made her, moving down to run his tongue along her. A soft gasp escaped her lips, attempting to squirm away from him. His hands gripped onto her hips, keeping her from moving as his tongue lapped away at her folds. The taste was almost too good... He moaned softly as he licked and sucked, soon taking her clit into his mouth to tease.
Her moans sounded out loudly in the quiet of the room, legs trying to close around his shoulders. Her hands moved down to grip at his hair, squeaking and panting between her moans. His tongue flicked away at the bundle of nerves, enjoying thoroughly how much he was making her squirm. He pulled back slightly, looking up to see Kiana's face. Her lips were parted, eyes glazed over with pleasure and cheeks bright red.
"Good girl," he praised, leaning back down to slide his tongue inside of her. Another loud moan sounded out, tugging at his hair. Her legs were shaking slightly and he could tell she was getting close. He let go of one of her hips, fucking her hole with his tongue as he used his thumb to rub circles on her clit.
"Shinji!" Her voice sounded out beautifully to his ears as she screamed his name out in ecstasy. Her legs squeezed around him as her orgasm shook through her, tugging sharply at his long locks. He couldn't help but moan softly as he licked her clean, beyond hard at this point. He pulled back when he was done, licking his lips and grinning down at her.
"How ya feelin'? Think yer good to continue?" He asked softly, moving to rest beside her and stroking her back gently. As much as he wanted to just take her, he didn't want her to be overwhelmed for her first experience. He watched as she worked on catching her breath, gently playing with her hair.
"I... I think so," she finally spoke up, looking at him. She nuzzled her cheek into his hand, soon kissing his palm gently.
"Alright, if yer sure," he leaned in to kiss her gently, "lemme know if at any point it's too much, 'kay?"
"Okay," she nodded and smiled softly at him.
"Now it's my turn to get naked," he winked at her before leaning back and sitting up. His comment made her blush again, watching him quietly.
He enjoyed her watching him, being comparatively slow undressing himself than he did for her. By the time his chest was even exposed to the needy lieutenant, she was biting her lip softly. It filled him with pride, knowing just how much she wanted this and wanted to see him. When he was only down to his underwear, he couldn't help but bite his lip softly at the needy way she was staring at his body. It made him throb a bit, growling to himself to get the damn things off. He needed her just as much as she needed him.
As soon as he got his underwear off, he leaned down and kissed her roughly. His hands ran down the sides of her body, groping her ass as he slightly grinded his erection against her thigh. A soft whimper came from her, opening her legs wider for him. He pulled back long enough to position himself, resting his forehead against hers.
"'re ya ready, princess?" He asked, voice low and husky from his need. She nodded silently, leaning up to kiss him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
He proceeded to push himself into her, shivering at the feeling of her warm needy hole. A hiss got caught in the back of his throat, shifting her leg to rest on his hip before kissing her passionately. His mind was going a bit hazy with just how good it felt to be inside of her. By her soft moans of his name, he knew she was feeling the same.
He nibbled gently on her bottom lip, thrusting slowly into her despite how badly he wanted to ram into her. She opened her mouth for him, his name escaping her like a prayer from above. His arms wrapped around her, cradling her against him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her other leg wrapped around him, squeakily moaning into their kiss.
"S... Shinji... More... Ah! Please... More...🩵"
Hearing her begging for more from him just kicked him into high gear, holding her tightly as his thrusts picked up speed. Her moans were the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, kissing and biting her neck to hear more of her pleasure. He moved around her neck to leave marks of his love, growling softly.
"Mine," he growled out after a bit, knowing he was getting close.
"A... Ah! Yours... Always..." Her shakey reply and loud squeal of an orgasm was enough to send him over the edge, shooting into her soon after she released around him. Her hands moved to gently hold his face, panting as she gave him a soft and gentle kiss.
"Mine," he said much more softer than before, kissing her back. He repeated the word a few times, kissing her each time he said it. It didn't take long before he had to move her with him to lie on his side, still holding her tightly in his arms. "Love ya," he mumbled sleepily, pulling her head to rest on his chest.
"Love you too..." she panted out, eyes closing and nuzzling into him.
"God yer perfect," he sighed to himself after she had fallen asleep, gently petting her.
