Dottolone x fem!reader.
Part two! Of the fighting fic. Should i give it a name? Idk. This took so long, sorry!
Tw: they are still assholes but they love you ig, cum eating, spanking, hair pulling. Dottore is a SWITCH. Overall, it's nothing extreme but could be still gross to some.
Here is the link to part 1. Could be a stand alone too tbh except for the end.
NSFW under the cut.
"Let us take care of you, angel." Pantalone said as he leaned down to kiss your neck.
"You've missed us, haven't you?" Dottore chimed in and placed himself closer to your side, almost behind you, his warm breath grazing your skin as he spoke. His hand moved up to your shoulder, gently pushing the fabric aside to reveal the delicate curve of your collarbone.
"And we've missed you, immensely," he murmured, his lips following close behind, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up to your jawline. His hand slipped underneath your top, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the exposed skin of your stomach.
"It seems our dear doctor can't keep his hands to himself," Pantalone said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But then again, neither can I." his grip tightened on your hip.
As you granted him permission, Dottore eagerly moved downwards, his hands skimming over your bare thighs. His lips met your skin in a trail of soft, reverent kisses, his touch both tender and possessive.
With each brush of his lips against your skin, he left a trail of heat in his wake. He took his time, savoring every moment as he worshiped your body with his touch.
While Dottore knelt between your legs, his lips exploring your thighs, Pantalone watched the scene unfold with a hungry gaze, his hand still gently gripping your hip.
It took no time before Dottore became lost between your legs, absolutely in haze. It seems like he enjoyed the act more than you. With his nose flicking your clit and his tongue licking your labia, his hands continue to grip your thighs.
Pantalone, still standing close by, watched the scene before him. He leaned down, his breath warm against your neck as he murmured, "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you, darling?" Before starting to undress himself while watching the two of you. Dottore moans and groans while frantically eating you out. Your moans match his, and Pantalone, who is now fully naked, starts joined the scene and grope your upper body, he took a moment to admire the way you and Dottore's bodies responded to each other and said "You look absolutely ravishing like this, love," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He leaned in to press a kiss to your shoulder, his grip on you tight and firm.
Dottore showed no signs of stopping even when you started to squirm and arch your back, your high clearly building up. Your hands gripping Dottore's head, trying to pull him off but Dottore's stubbornness kicks in, his grip on your thighs tightens, refusing to let you go and prolonging the pleasure until you can't take it anymore.
Pantalone, seeing your desperate attempts, chuckles softly. "Looks like he has you right where he wants you, my dear, better give him what he wants." He whispered the last part, his breath caressing the hair behind your ear. He continues to watch Dottore and you while prepping himself and stroking his own cock and crouching closer to Dottore. Just before you reach your high, he pulls away abruptly and starts to suck on pantalones cock instead, who lets out a low growl.
As your release is denied, leaving you trembling and unsatisfied, Dottore's attention clearly shifts. He moves even more away from you and toward Pantalone, even when the regtor's eyes never leave you. Dottore, still kneeling between Pantalone's legs, looked up at the said man with a sly smirk, his chin glistening. "Look at the poor thing. She's so worked up, so needy... it's almost a shame to keep her waiting, isn't it?" Dottore said while his tongue slides down Pantalone's member, his tone is teasing. He pulls his mouth away, a string of saliva and pre-cum visible before it breaks.
Both men start to kiss, Dottore reaches for pantalone's member, stroking it a bit before he guides pantalone into your entrance. You let out a whimper, and Pantalone growls into Dottores' mouth, who smirks into the kiss.
"So impatient, aren't we?" Dottore teased, his hand still stroking Pantalone's member, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he felt his partner growing. As Pantalone was buried to the hilt, Dottore removed his hand but not before giving your clit a mean little pinch. You squirmed, the heat between you was heady.
Pantalone was kind enough to let you adjust to his length. Instead, he kept himself busy by licking into Dottores mouth. Dottore welcomed him more than happy and let out a content moan. Their kisses are loud and wet, while Pantalone's grip on your hips was strong and unyielding enough that they could bruise. He is clearly holding himself back as he struggles to contain his breath, its ragged and uneven. But Dottore couldn't resist a comment, his voice a low growl. "Look at how he's holding back... so desperate to take what he wants, yet forcing himself to be patient." He leaned forward, his chin resting on Pantalone's shoulder, his gaze fixing on you with dark, heated eyes. "He's just as needy as you are, isn't he?"
You couldn't take it any more. You frustratingly reached for pantalone, trying to scratch his stomach, squirming and wiggling to earn more friction from his member inside of you. The sight of you whining beneath him, trying to seek pleasure, was both delightful and tormenting to Pantalone. He felt a surge of pleasure at your attempts, his grip on your hips tightening reflexively. But he still held himself back.
Dottore observed every move you made, his eyes locked onto your desperate attempts to find relief. He chuckled softly, "Look at her. So desperate to be touched, it's almost adorable."
"Be quiet now, Dottore," pantalone clicked his tongue. "You teased my darling enough." He lets out a final breath before finally starting to thrust, steady and hard with no restraint.
He chuckled. "I was just having a bit of fun. But I'll behave, I promise." Dottore leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Pantalone's ear. "Besides, I can't help but enjoy the sight of you losing control."
He began to kiss and bite at Pantalone's neck, his fingers now roaming over his nacked waist and chest with caresses, his eyes still fixed on you. Pantalone, unable to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through his body, tried his best to respond to Dottore's teasing, but his words came out as gruff grunts.
"You... are insufferable," he managed to gasp out, his hand letting go of your hip to swat at Dottore, who let out a low laugh, enjoying the effect he had on Pantalone. He nipped playfully at his neck once more, his hands continuing to roam over his chest.
"Insufferable, perhaps. But you like it, don't you?" he purred, his gaze flickering between Pantalone's flushed face and your trembling shape. "And look at her, she's just begging for attention. What a pretty sight, the two of you completely undone."
Dottore starts to squeeze your chest hard with one hand, rolls your bud between his fingers with the other. You let out a loud gasp after he slapped them at last, before removing himself enough to finally get undressed as well. He looks breathtaking when he removes his mask. Pantalone, who never wants to miss a show, watches him the whole time. He laughs loudly at the sight of Dottoreâs cock. Long, hard, red, and absolutely throbbing. Dottore couldn't help but roll his eyes at Pantalone's laughter, knowing all too well what he was laughing about. "Laugh all you want, but at least I'm not the one struggling to hold back." He quickly discarded his last piece of clothing, revealing his toned and scarred physique. The sight of him so bare and exposed sent a thrill through the room, heightening the atmosphere.
He moved closer to you and Pantalone, his gaze hungrily roaming over both of your bodies. "Now, shall we continue?" Pantalone's laughter quickly died down as he felt Dottore's presence closing in on them, his gaze roaming over their bodies with a hungry look in his eyes. He nodded, the anticipation clear in his voice, his own desire flaring up. "Yes... continue." He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Dottore is smirking, his hand reaching out to run his thumb lightly over your cheek. His voice was low and rough. "I couldn't agree more. Let the real fun begin."
Pantalones thrusts never slowed down, you both are getting lost in the feeling. You could feel your high building up again fast. It appears that pantalone is not far from it either. His movements grew more urgent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was close to his own release, his expression filled with need. Dottore was both amused and aroused. He leaned in, his voice a low, rough whisper against Pantalone's ear. "Are you close? Can't hold on for longer, can you?"
Pantalone clenched his jaw, his grip on you tightening as he tried to hold back. "I... I can handle... ngh..."
Dottore lets out a cruel laugh when he reaches for pantalones public hair, giving it a pull and grabbing his hips to hold him back. It works, just before you could reach your high, Pantalone completely out of breath, held still. You let out a sob as Pantalone completely pulled out of you, tears left your eyes for being denied a second time. "Why," you let out a gasp, "did you stop?" But Dottore replied instead, "shh, it's alright, we are far from done, Angel. Take some rest, you will need it." He gives you a kiss on the cheek and places his arms around your head, putting his fingers into your hair and dragging you into a heated kiss.
Pantalone, meanwhile, placed his head behind Dottores' rear, starting eating him out. A low, guttural moan escaped Dottore as Pantalone's tongue pressed against him, the sudden sensation causing him to stumble and grip your hair tighter. His eyes fluttered shut as he was assaulted with pleasure from both ends, his breath hitching in his throat.
Your arousal grew, but you remained denied and desperate. Your frustration only got worse as you watched the two of them, and your body still trembled from the unfulfilled need.
"You're both such bastards," you managed to gasp out, a mix of irritation and lust in your voice.
Dottore shuts you up with more kisses that leave you breathless. It took no time before you could taste the iron on your lips. If it was your blood or his, you couldn't tell. Pantalone, meanwhile, was getting more frantic, plucking his tongue into Dottores hole, grabbing his cheeks, pulling him apart, and finally, even inserting his thumb. Dottore moaned into your mouth as he felt Pantalone's tongue and fingers on him, his mind completely clouded by the pleasure coursing through his body. He held your head tightly with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair.
Eventually, he had to break away from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Pantalone..." he gasped, his voice rough. "...not fair." Pantalone ignored him and inserted his other thumb, which made Dottore arch his back. "FUCK.. hng ..i'm close" cursed Dottore. Pantalone only laughed, especially after noticing you have been grinding yourself on Dottore's thigh. He wouldn't last long like this, so Pantalone showed some mercy. He got up and slapped Dottores ass hard, which made him almost fall over. "This isn't about you, doctor. Get to work and pleasure our lady. We got her waiting long enough." Dottore wasted no time, groaned as he pushed into you. Pathetically he buried his member into you, instantly thrusted in a fast pace.
Pantalone leaned over Dottore's shoulder, watching him with a dark glint in his eyes. "Don't get sloppy," he warned, his voice a low growl in Dottore's ear. "We've teased her enough. It's time to give her what she wants."
Dottore nodded obediently, his eyes darkened with lust as he looked at you.
"Yes, that's it," Pantalone murmured, his voice a sultry purr. "Give her what she needs, what we all need." He ran a hand through Dottore's hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. "Make her feel good, Dottore, just concentrate on her. Show her how much we want her, how much we crave her."
Dottore's eyes widened, a shiver running down his spine at Pantalone's words. "I'll give her everything," he groaned. "I'll make her forget everything." Dottore groans, enjoying the praises that fall from your lips. Pantalone kisses and bites into his neck.
The sight of your two lovers, in combination with your climax approaching fast, got you all dazed. Pantalone's grip on Dottore's hair tightens as he feels the tension in the room building to an apex. He can see the look on Dottore's face, the strain in his body, and he knows exactly what is about to happen.
"Let go, Dottore," he whispers in his ear, his own breath ragged. "Just let go."
All the overstimulation finally snaps as you come hard, your tightness gushing around Dottore, clutching him hard. His body goes rigid, his hands gripping onto your hip tightly as he follows, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Dottore's body tenses for a moment, his breaths growing even more labored. "I..I can't.." he manages to gasp out, his voice hoarse.
"Well done, doctor. Look at you both. It's absolutely stunning. I could never get enough of this sight, " said pantalone. "Now it's only fair i get my share, no?" He saw the state of you and gave a small smile. "dont worry, Angel. I was thinking of a reward for Dottore as well. What do you think, dearest?" He was looking at Dottore now, who was still catching his breath. Said man only nodded and complied by laying down down on his back, his cloudy eyes follow pantalone. Dottore's breath hitches as he feels Pantalone placing himself between his legs. His body is still sensitive and drained from his previous release, but he can't help but shiver at the thought of what is about to come.
"Pantalone..." he whispers, lifting his head to look at him through heavy-lidded eyes, his voice rough with arousal. "Please." The sound of Dottore's voice, hoarse and begging, is like music to Pantalone's ears.
"You're begging now, doctor?" he murmurs, his hands running up Dottore's thighs. "I never thought I'd see you this desperate."
"But i can not blame you. The blame is all but our lady's fault." Dottore's eyes flutter shut as he feels Pantalone's cock enter him, a low groan escaping his lips. The touch is enough to send a shiver down his spine, and his body responds eagerly to Pantalone's moves.
He manages to gather enough speech to reply, his voice still ragged with arousal. "You're right," he gasps out, his body arching into Pantalone's touch. "It's all her fault... for being so damn beautiful." His words are nothing but the truth. He continues to touch Dottore, his hands slowly moving up towards his member.
"Yes," he murmurs, his fingers tracing small circles against Dottore's skin. "It's all her fault for being so enticing, so irresistible. For making both of us desire her." He punctuates his words with a gentle squeeze of Dottore's cock. Dottore's breath hitches again at the gesture, his body responding instantly. He can feel his arousal growing once more, the heat building and dripping between his legs. He tries to respond, to say something, anything, but all that comes out are soft, needy moans. It's all he can do to keep from bucking his hips up into Pantalone's thrusts. "I... I need..." he manages to gasp out, his voice pleading and desperate.
Your legs still are wobbly, but you managed it to crawl towards them. The sight of Dottore pushed into the mattress by pantalone was beautiful. Seeing him bounce from each thrust made your heart flutter. You reached for him, and your intention was to caress his hair. But Dottore swats your hand away and grabs your thighs, pulling you even closer to him. "Open up for me," he said. "Please, darling." How could you deny him when he asks so sweetly? He lets out a hiss at the sight of you still leaking his cum. He twisted himself over, still bouncing to pantalones thrusts. But he paid it no mind and started to lick your folds once again, groaning at the mixed taste of himself and you on his tongue. Dottore's eyes are now more cloudy with desire and lust as they lock onto you. Seeing you crawling closer, he's unable to resist the urge to pull you closer and burry his head into your cunt. He can't seem to get enough of you, and all sense of composure seemed to have left Dottore at this moment.
He looks up to you like a predator, his voice a low growl as he speaks. "Give me more. Let me taste you again. I need it. I need you, darling."
Pantalone watching the scene in front of him. Grabbing Dottoreâs hips harder and roughens his thrusts. The sudden change in intensity sets off every nerve in Dottore, and a loud moan escaped him, which sends vibration through your body. And as his mouth continues its ministrations, he looks up at you,"You two," growls pantalone. "will be the death of me." Despite his current state of ecstasy, Dottore can't help but manage a huff of amusement at Pantalone's comment. His voice is still ragged, but the corners of his lips quirk up in a smirk.
"You're one to talk," he replies, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You're enjoying this as much as we are, ah, aren't you?"
"I am just trying to keep you both satisfied," replies pantalone, rolling his eyes. "Just be good." He then turned his attention towards you, his voice dropping an octave. "Now, be a good girl and be a little louder for me."
You grab Dottores hair once again, very overstimulated and already sore. But the lust is bigger than the discomfort. The sound of your moans fills the room, driving both Dottore and Pantalone wild. The feeling of your hands in his hair only adds to his pleasure, and he can barely hold back his own moans.
Pantalone, watching you both, his hips driving harder into Dottore in response. His voice is hoarse and desperate. "That's it... louder. I want to hear you."
"I can't -" You sob and thrash, trying to get Dottore off you again, but he won't bulge. Dottore, hearing your cries, looks up at you. There's something sinister in his eyes, something almost sadistic.
"Oh no, my dear sweetheart. You're not going anywhere," he growls, his grip on your thighs tightening to almost painful levels. "Not until I've had my fill."
Pantalone leans down, his lips hovering by Dottore's ear. "Don't listen to her," he whispers. "Don't stop. Not yet. I'm close,' Pantalone said with a groan.
And only as Dottores member twitched and sprouted all over his chest, did Pantalone come with a moan, the growl and whimper Dottore made finished you as well. The room was filled with a chorus of moans and heavy breathing as the three of you finally found your release. Pantalone collapsed onto the mattress next to Dottore, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
Dottore laid next to him, his eyes still half-lidded and his body trembling from exhaust. The aftermath of their passion was clear in the air, the scent of their desire and satisfaction hanging over them like perfume.
Pantalone looked over to you and pulled you onto his chest that was still heaving. "How do you feel, Angel?" He murmured into your hair. You let out a broken and hoarse "fine" as he hummed and spread your legs once again. He cupped me down there and said, "All clean, huh?" He looked over to Dottore. "Good job, dearest. But i hope you are aware that next time, i'll be the one that comes inside." Dottore, still trying to catch his breath, looked over at the two of you from where he lies. He watched as you were perched on Pantalone's lap, his hand resting intimately between your legs. His eyes darkened at Pantalone's words.
"Don't be greedy, Pantalone," he grumbled, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. "She's ours to share, remember? We don't need to keep score." Pantalone chuckled, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he looked over at Dottore. "Oh, I'm well aware," he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. "But I can't help but be envious, can I? Especially when I hear how beautifully she cries out when she comes."
He then looked down at you, his gaze soft. "Besides, it's not about keeping score. It's about indulging in all the pleasure we can."
Dottore just huffed, a small pout on his lips as he watched you two. "Now," Pantalone changed the topic. "It's only obvious that the festivities have ended by now. It's time to rest for tonight." Dottore grumbled once again, but he knew that Pantalone was right. They had all expended a great deal of energy, and it was late.
"Fine," he huffed, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. "I suppose you're right. Sleep is probably a necessity at this point."
Pantalone chuckled softly at Dottore's reluctance. "Don't be so grumpy," he said, his hand still stroking your thigh slowly. "We'll have all the time in the world to indulge ourselves again tomorrow, but for now," Pantalone said, gently shifting you off his lap, "let's get some sleep, shall we? You, darling, look like you'll collapse any moment now."
The exhaustion seemed to catch up with you, the adrenaline of the events earlier subsiding. You looked exhausted, your tired eyes barely staying open. You let out a small moan of protest as you were moved, your body longing for warmth and comfortable rest.
There was no point in fighting, though. You fell asleep quickly when Pantalone placed your head onto the soft pillows, as you drifted off to sleep, you heard the soft sounds of the men's voices in the background and you could only hear the distinctive chatting of them. Dottore's deep tone and Pantalone's smooth drawl were easy to recognize, even in your half-asleep state. Something about Dottore berating Pantalone for lighting up a cigarette and you thought you heard Pantalone's amused response, followed by the sound of a door closing. It seemed like he locked a bare Pantalone out on the balcony before he went to the bathroom, but you were too tired to give it much thought.
