•Ghost BC• ~Oneshots and HC's~

⛔️Secondo x reader⛔️

Ghoulette reader
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You were having a rough day, not for any particular reason, you just were. You were working on putting dishes away, but when you opened a cabinet, you had an avalanche of pots fall onto you.

That's the last time your gonna let Dew unload the dishwasher. Your shoulder really hurts. You sigh and pick up with fallen dishes and put them away correctly and head up to your room.

You pull your shirt off and stand in front of the mirror, examining your shoulder. It's a little red, and there's some swelling, but it's not dislocated or broken.

Secondo knocks on the door and enters your room.
"Mi Cara? Are you alright? I heard something fall," He asks.
"I'm fine, just... had a few pots fall out of the cupboard on me," you say.

"Oh, mi Cara," Secondo walks over to you. "Are you sure your alright? I can hear the pain in your voice," he says.
"Yeah, I'm ok," you say, rubbing your shoulder.

Secondo puts his hand on your shoulder, seeming to be completely oblivious to the fact your not wearing a shirt, just your bra. He leans in and kisses you. You respond by kissing him back. He tastes so good, you almost don't care that you shouldn't be doing this.

He pulls away and looks at you. His eyes are different colors, one's hazel and the other's white. He looks at you and says, "I love you."

You blush and look away, staring out the window. "I love you too."

You stay there in Secondo's arms for a long time. You never want to leave. His body's warm. He's strong. He's kind. He doesn't push you away, he keeps you close.

After a while, he kisses you again. This time he doesn't stop. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him push you onto the bed. You keep your eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours. You never want him to stop. His hands find your stomach, and that's when he seemed to realize that you weren't wearing a shirt. He stops, stepping back. You ask him to turn the lights off, feeling self-conscious. He complies, and you lock lips again. This time he breaks away, staring at you.

"I want you," He says, "But I don't want to corrupt you."
You feel your face get hot. "I'm not that innocent," you say.

"I know."
"I've slept with people before."
He nods. "I know."
You stay silent. "So why do you think that you'll corrupt me?"

"I don't know," He sighs, "I just don't want to. I don't want you to go bad. I don't want you to become like me."

You nod. "I won't," You say, "I promise."
Secondo kisses you again. "I trust you," he says, "But I need to know you trust me too."
You nod. "I do, besides, you owed me a night from several months ago,"

Secondo thinks for a moment, trying to think about what you're talking about before realizing what you're talking about and smirks. "You still remember that, huh?"

You nod. "I do."
"Good," He smirks again, and kisses you again.

This time he doesn't stop, and you don't stop him. You keep your eyes open, reveling in the feel of his lips on yours, of his hands moving over your skin. You never want this moment to end.
Eventually Secondo pushes you away. You stay lying on the bed, your eyes wide open, staring at him. He gets on his knees on the bed, looking at you. You start to say something, but you don't get a chance.

He leans in and kisses you, and this time he keeps you close, his hands running through your hair. He kisses you like you're a fragile glass vase, and you shatter into a million pieces. He's being so gentle with you, which I is probably for the best. You deserve it.