{Dottore x Pantalone}

"Just this once"
[Smut + Fluff]
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A quiet getaway from reality, sleeping was always one of Pantalone's favorite activities besides collecting mora, a peaceful afternoon with no distractions really relax his aching muscles.

Except, there might be one distraction, a certain Doctor in the building doing their experimental activities may cause a ruckus.

Pantalone could hear all sorts of explosions happening all across the palace, he tried to ignore the loud bangs and bongs, but nothing was working for the richest of Fatui Harbingers.

'Honestly, this punk of a doctor...' He thought irritated.

Sighing loudly, he force his body to sit up and get ready for a visit to the Doctor.

Once outside of his quarter, he walk down the empty chilly hallway leading to the laboratory, now the loud noises were too much for his poor ears.

"Now just a little more of... Ah!Marvellous!"

Pantalone grumbled under his breath, suppressing all his pent up anger, he knocks on the door hard enough for that dumb doctor to hear.

The black haired banker tap his foot repeatedly, his patience growing thinner by the seconds, after what felt like a whole year passing by the man of the hour finally open the door.

The door creak as the Doctor slide it aside to welcome his newly visitor. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a lab coat over, black leather jeans with chained boots, his pastel blue hair swept aside away from his face, he wasn't wearing his usual facial mask but a pair of... Sunglasses? Indoors?

Pantalone utterly cringed at his taste of fashion inside of his safe haven brain, keeping up his smiley appearance to not deal with Dottore's attics.

'Why is he wearing sunglasses indoors...' He thought.

Dottore literally beamed, "ah Ragrator! What a surprise in seeing you knocking on my door! How are you? Mmh?" He asks, smiling, well Pantalone couldn't see it.

"I'm faring quite... Distracted recently, you see, this certain someone keeps making loud noises. Preventing me from sleeping." He explained.

Dottore hummed in consideration, " hmm, if I were you I'll put that guy out of his pleasure and killed him. But before doing all that is experimenting on them!" He says joyfully.

"Then that'll be suicide..." Pantalone muttered under his breath tiredly, he briefly open his eyes for a second, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Hmm? What was that?" The pastel blue haired male asks.

"Oh nothing much." Pantalone shook his head, dismissing the topic,  covering up flawlessly.

"Would you like to come in?" Dottore offered, Pantalone couldn't believe what he's hearing, the man that disturbed his sleep is now inviting him to come into the laboratory.

The Regrator smiled nervously shaking his head, "ah no thanks, I don't want to distract you from experimenting." He decline politely.

Dottore wave a dismissive hand, "no no, I insist please." He step aside to show the male what's going on in the lab, "I'm not really doing much in here. Just some tests - say, would you like to help me?" He said.

"I'm not that talented in the science nor alchemy department," Pantalone says while he walks in, Dottore making way for his entrance.

"It's just little assistance here and there, it should be easy to follow." Dottore insists on, "like hand me that, please hold this - y'know?" He explains in depth.

The Regrator could sigh in disappointment, "alright then, just this once, ok?"

The Doctor replied with a nod. "Why of course."

Closing the door, Dottore's smile stayed as he walk besides the 9th Harbinger, hands neatly tucked behind his back.
Pantalone walked in a leisurely manner, eyeing test tubes and whatnot, he didn't express much joy to science relations unlike the Doctor does.

"So, how can I assist?" Pantalone ask, gesturing to the large space laboratory.

Dottore only smiled for a moment longer, then opening his mouth to expose canine teeth, "well. I do have this 'on hand' practical, it requires two party members for this activity." He explains.

The Regrator only yawned in response, he can feel his exhaustion threatened to take over his body.

"Tired?" Dottore chimes.

"Yes." Pantalone deadpans.

A chuckle left the crazed doctor's lips, he wave a dismissal hand, "alright, alright. We'll get this practical started in no time." He said.

The black haired male breathed out, feeling some relief wash over him.

But not for long.

The Doctor pinned the Ragrator to the white cold wall, roughly placing his wrists into his own hands, Pantalone could only gasp in shock and surprise.

Pantalone's eyes widened in shock, violet irises dialing as his breath was hitched.

Dottore chuckled darkly, sliding off his sunglasses and dropping them to the floor, discarded.

The Regrator scanned his surroundings and started to squirm around in the Doctor's grip, but to no avail for him Dottore was much stronger than him, tightening his hold on Pantalone's hands, said person groaned in pain.

"Did my distraction worked? I know you utterly hate loud noises while sleeping, so I've figured it would suit the theme I'm going with." Dottore taunt on, his ruby red irises were half lidden and a sly smile graced his lips.

"I'd say, this was unexpected..." Pantalone breathes out, seemingly calmed now, his eyes are now closed paired with a small smile. "Yes, I do hate my sleep being disturbed, and what theme do you speak of ?" He said.

Dottore straighten himself, letting go of Pantalone's wrists, who in response rubbed at the sore body part. Dottore fixed his lab coat and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "no themes here, just messin' with ya." He smirk, "but I did managed to get your attention, so I'd say it's a win." He shrugged.

The raven haired banker let a unimpressed grunt, side-eyeing the pastel blue haired male with mock disgust. "Hardly."

A pout rest on Dottore's lips, as his whole person slumped, "okay sir, I'm offended." He place a hand to his wounded chest.

The Regrator rolled his eyes, well, what looks like to Dottore.

"Anyways, the 'on hand' practicial?" Pantalone questions.

Dottore immediately lit up, "ah! Yes yes, the on hand practical requires two people-"

"You've told me."

"Cold." Dottore notes, nodding his head.

"Get with it." The Regrator growled.

"Do you wanna have sex with me."

"You've said that alread- wait what?"

"Like I said, wanna have sex with me?" Dottore asked.

Pantalone paled, confused and flabbergasted at the proposal, "I um..." He searched for the correct words to decline his offer.

"You'll get paid too." Dottore added.

"How much?"

"Mm, approximately 900k mora, a little extra because it's, why of course you." The pastel blue haired male winked, "and you're doing a huge favor for me, because clearly I've asked Capitano but he declined." He rolled his eyes, suppressing a sigh.

"... Fine." Pantalone sighed, the offer was too tempting.

And without missing a beat, Dottore lean in and kissed Pantalone on the lips, canine teeth lightly grazing the other's bottom lip.

A small moan from the Regrator was swallowed by the Doctor, his hands explore the other's body, feeling slight frustration by the amount of layers this guy wears.

"Must you wear a three piece pajama set?" Dottore asked while pulling away from the kiss.

"It's just a shirt, pants and a night robe," Pantalone argued. "I don't see myself judging you wearing sunglasses indoors now am I?"

"Hey! I have you know my mask is up drying after a finished gloss of paint, I need to look presentable now." Dottore scoffed, "plus my eyes are sensitive to the lights."

Pantalone grunted, "as if."

The Doctor pulled away at the other's clothes, carefully removing each layer from Pantalone's character, once all the three layer pajama set is off, he look down at the other's legs. He chuckled lowly, "already? I've by far touched you yet, but here you are, already drenched down there within your own fluids." He laughed, somewhat maniac.

The Regrator only huffed in response, having no need to indulge himself with more snarky remarks.

He look his sight downcast, to the floor, where his pajamas set is being laid on the cold floor, discarded.

"Just get on with it." He sighed, "no need to wait for me..." He said rather quietly.

"You wish." Dottore retorted.

Dottore then looped his finger around the waistband of Pantalone's undergarments, successfully gliding them down to his shoes.

"You wanna get started? Or prep yourself ?" Dottore asked, it was odd...

"Well, I am tired... Why not just get right into it? It couldn't be that sore."

[ I got too tired and I'm lazy to continue, just imagine what plays out further on ]

[Pantalone's pov]

Oh gods.

Doing it raw without any preparation isn't the bestest of choices...

I let out a gasp of air, letting myself to adjust to this...

My eyes peer open, it was a bit blurry due to tears, I blink them away, now descending down my cheeks.

"Hey... What's wrong? Am I hurting you? Is it too much?"

Soft fingers brushed against my skin, as a hand was pressed to my cheek, drying my tears away.

My attention was caught immediately, looking up only to see a person I've never seen before. Concern written all over his face, ruby red eyes widen in fear... Of hurting me?

"Why are you crying? Was I too careless–we can stop if you want..." He continues to wipe my tears away, continues to reassure me, why am I crying again...?

"I..." I trailed off, unable to think of what to say, "I don't know. Maybe I'm overwhelmed, or exhausted?" I was unsure.

Dottore averted his eyes, seemingly looking guilty (for once...) He bit his lips, "do you want to stop?" He asked.

"Stop?" I parrot, my tears has long dried.

He nodded. "If the pain is too unbearable, yes, we can stop."

"But the practical?"

"It can be performed some other time."

"That easily?" I was surprised.

He look confused, "... That easily what?"

"You easily gave up? That's unlike you." I explained.

He rolled his eyes, "I guess a man can change?" He joked dryly.

A soft teasing smile graced my lips.

[ another chunky part that I'm lazy to write 🙃 like before, use ur imagine for the rest. ]

[Author's pov]

Pantalone's violet eyes were shut closed, as his breath was caught in his throat yet again, he felt his organism nearing. Getting closer and closer.

Dottore pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead, a tiny smile on his face, " almost there... You're doing an amazing job, just a little more." He praises, rubbing his thumb against the other's inner thigh, the Regrator flinched at the touch, whimpering soft strings of pleasure.

Within a few more minutes, Pantalone felt electric through his core, etching closer to his tipping point. "Doctor... Oh Doctor..." He whispers, his voice so little and broken, "I'm nearing... It's oh so close..." Dottore pressed his forehead against Pantalone's own, red eyes met with violet eyes, and a soft smile upon Dottore's lips. "Just focus, it'll descend upon you very soon."

A few more thrusts, skin against skin slapping each other, and heated noises. Were all Pantalone could hear once he came.

White ribbons of fluid gust onto the Doctor's shirt and lab coat, but he didn't bait an eye as he continue to chase his high, his thrusts soon became sloppy and desperate, but finally, he has found it.

Dottore emptied his loads into Pantalone, who gasp out a moan, filling his partner to the brim with his fluids.

Both parties still their movements and breath in each other's scents, steam evaporating around them as their tensed muscles relaxed.

Pantalone let out several of heated breathes, his chest ever so tightening and expanding, he felt so heavy, oh so heavy. He particularly fainted on Dottore, violet irises zoning in and out.

Dottore crane his neck down, a curious expression pressed onto his face, he sees Pantalone (red in the face) panting heavily and eyes having a cloudy haze over them.

Dottore frowned, he lean down and place a meaningful kiss to the other's lips, ruby red eyes pressed close as he savor the moment for just a little longer.

"You've done well Regrator, I will praise you on that endlessly, you've became even stronger than I anticipated. Which I commend you."

The black haired male felt the fog covering his eyes fading, he blinks, registering the event he experienced few minutes ago. He see the Doctor's face near his, eyes close and lips together, his heart beat once, then twice and now three times.

He thought, 'Is it a crime against Her Majesty that I had an intimate moment with a higher ranked Harbinger? The Doctor of all people?"

The 2nd Harbinger pulled away, to his reluctance, a soft and longing sigh escape from him, "did it... Hurt?" He asked, uncertain that Pantalone could hear him or not.

A mumble was his response from the 9th Harbinger, along the lines; "no... But I am extremely exhausted..."

A heartfelt chuckle left Dottore, "then let's get you to bed." He said.

[ time skip ]

The blue masked male kicked the door open and pushed it shut, making a beeline to the bed, he placed the sleepy banker onto the soft (and expensive) mattress, tucking him under the blanket neatly.

Pantalone pouted, and Dottore found it quite adorable, "just know; this is just a one time thing ok? Just this once, I'll let it slide..." He huffed.

Dottore chuckled, an amused smile on his lips, "yeah yeah pants. Whatever you say." He waved him off and head to the door.

Dottore opened the door, but instead just walking out, he turned his head around to look at Pantalone one final time. "Well, I'll see you in the morning meeting, have a goodnight's rest now!" He bid his farewell, shutting the door behind him gently.

Pantalone brought both of his hands to his face, not caring about his crooked glasses, he felt incredibly sore.

[Dottore's pov]

"You guys fucked?" Childe asked, shocked.

I crossed my arms, "it's like you're a child(e) looking up at their parents in bewilderment if you can wreck havoc." I scoffed.

"I sound nothing like that, I'm a grown man for your information!" Childe puffed out his chest, folding his arms over one another, a pout rested on his lips. What a literal kid.

I stood there, unconvinced, "uh huh."

"I am!!"

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A/N: I'm sorry for being lazy to continue on writing some parts, I was quite unmotivated to write those scenes, and yet I still post it 🥲 sorry my bad mate.

I think I'm improving in smut writing. 🤔 but it's still icky to
write 🥲

Can't believe I've wrote dottore caring for pants... Even tho he's like a mad scientist/doctor, and experiment on little kids. Who could possibly have a fluffy time with him??? Idek

Me: 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝... 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻.

Also me: 𝚘𝚑... 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝... 𝙴𝚑𝚎!
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Well, was about to write...)