Pantalone was a man who could negotiate with anyone, his words and voice so soothing it could make anyone else rethink everything.

Yet somehow… you were the one thing capable of completely disrupting his composure.

His office was quiet, save for the scratching of his pen against paper and the occasional turning of a page— he was trying to work. He really was.

You were all over him, rubbing against him, whining in that annoyingly attractive voice of yours. It was more than enough to send him over the edge.

“My dear…” he sighed, though there was little irritation in his voice. More… shy? Embarrassed? He didn’t even know itself. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to focus?” He adjusted his glasses, attempting to return his focus to the paperwork in front of him.

Attempting.

”Ngh—“

His cheeks flushed at the sudden feeling of your palm pressing against his crotch, pen falling from his fingers onto the desk— he sighed, not a bad sigh either.

“You are remarkably bold today…”