#like actually messed up they only kiss in the season that i refuse to perceive but as far as im concerned

[ozlices]

we've finished killing eve just now (and by finished i mean only watched to the end of s3 bc everyone said it's the good ending and i cant be burned by another media esp when it comes to harming the gays)

singlehandedly made me understand enemies to lovers appeal after never rly getting it all this time iconic beautiful gay rights & wrongs be gay do crime

[sohin-ace]

Secco - Good Boy

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Warning: It gets a little steamy 👀 close your eyes kids.

You were part of La Unita Speciale, a division that was not exactly the best perceived in Passione, for the quite unique people that composed it.

Cioccolata, as cruel as he was, never had any sort of problem with you, if anything, you both managed to work in cooperation very well. He actually had what you can only call a bit of a soft spot for you after you treated his little Secco with the upmost love and care.

I mean, it would make sense to appreciate the people who appreciate your pets, right?

On the other hand, the puppy boy in question was extremely fond of you and your endless love ministrations and praises, and you couldn't deny that the duo snatched you a hearty laugh everyday.

Even the rest of the team accepted you right to their arms, the assassins, Tiziano and Squalo were sweet towards you and you got along pretty well with the couple as well as the very solitary Carne, the one who showed you the ropes.

Of all the members, one would consider you to be the most 'normal', but again, there's no such thing as normal in a group like this one, especially when you felt so much at home with them.

Rather, you were maybe the softest of them all, even if that gentleness you had was known in the syndicate to be just as, if not more, terrifying than Cioccolata's sadistic outbursts.

After all, who would possibly want to be dismembered and tortured by the seemingly sweet and caring girl that always spoke with a voice of velvet?

The same girl that you first see when you open your eyes, tied up and unable to move on a surgery table. The one you foolishly believe would save you, remove your restraints, and lead you to the exit as she tells you that 'everything will be okay".

Who wants to be betrayed by a false sense of motherly comfort? Not your victims, at least.

You still remembered how it all started. Funny how you originally were one of Cioccolata's own victims at first. But as you woke up dizzily to see his strange assistant in a body suit, his camera right in your face, you could only smile at his widening and panicking eyes.

The doctor was outraged that you woke up so soon, before he even started cutting your guts wide open, but as he turned around and saw you, one hand untied and petting the boy vigorously while babbling 'Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?' in a baby voice, he had to pause questionningly for a while.

He wondered if it was the effect of the anesthetics that was meddling with your brain, or if you were usually just... Like that... Like them.

You didn't even freak out at your position and barely showed any concern to Secco's canine behavior. If anything, you looked like you were having a ball, eager to see what purpose all the tools around you were about to serve.

He wanted to believe you were just brain fogged by the chemical, but seeing his good boy excitedly jumping around you and probably messing the video he was taking, he couldn't resolve himself to just continue on with his plan just yet.

Cioccolata had at the time, told himself he'd keep you and observe you a little bit, studying your behaviors before he decided if he wanted to kill you or not.

But what firstly was an observation case with you as specimen, ended up in you joining the gang and proving yourself to be quite the talented and ruthless 'sweet nurse' you now were.

You were currently cleaning some tools and weapons peacefully while humming some tunes. It was a rather calm day and the easy cleaning of stainless steel was therapeutic for you.

You felt a presence lurking ominously and menacingly behind you, the tall man slowly approaching and reaching out towards your much smaller form, only to grab your arm suddenly in a shaky but vicious grip that would make anyone jump.

You turned around and smiled at the sight before you, your eyes softening on the male.

"Secco, carino, what's wrong?"

He stared at you with his wide, soulless eyes and he didn't need to speak a single word for you to understand what he needed.

You put your tools down and fully turned around to face him and gently cupped his face, the light action making him flinch and tense visibly, a strange reaction of excitement.

You chuckled as you heard his breath coming in short, hissing pants through his mask.

"Is Cioccolata being too rough again?" You softly asked, genuine concern in your voice and the male nodded so eagerly, he was almost headbanging.

That's right. It became a recurring thing between you two. When Cioccolata was a bit too harsh with his aggresive affection and Secco was too overwhelmed, he would come to you for more tenderness and comfort to contrast it all. Which you didn't mind at all.

You took him by both his hands and lead him towards the couch and he could barely contain his excitement, knowing you were in for a cuddle session. Oh he loved to be the little spoon and he always felt so safe in your arms.

You sat down and he followed suit, whining loudly and giddy already. You gently pulled him down and laid his head on your lap and he instantly curled up.

Oh his reactions were all so cute and precious. You never had the occasion to own a dog before joining Passione, and man, was Secco one big doggo.

Despite his tall build, Secco always seemed to shrink himself when he craved your attention and laid upon you just like he was currently doing. You carefully patted his head and glided your fingers up and down his neck and shoulders.

The first times, you had asked him to remove Oasis to be more comfortable, but he didn't hold himself back from becoming very defensive and insistantly refuse.

Well technically he could feel you touch him just as well, since it was his Stand. So you let him be, since he was already comfortable that way.

He shuddered and sighed as you continued to massage and caress his head and back, relishing in the warmth and softness of your thighs. It was a relaxing moment, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he started jumping up and down again.

Secco loved to be petted, but he was always so agitated and hyperactive, he could never stay put. He wasn't at all one for just relaxing and doing nothing. It was probably one more thing that made him get along so well with Cioccolata.

You laid back against the couch and mindlessly rubbed his arm up and down, softly tracing patterns over his Stand before the male suddenly jerked up.

He got up so fast and so suddenly you thought that you had hurt him maybe, or that he heard something. But when you looked up a him next to you, his purple eyes were fixated on you and you noticed he was breathing weird again.

He was bouncing his leg up and down and fidgeted with his hands. You were expecting something to come up soon but, just like a jumpscare, he made you anticipate it long enough to still surprise you.

He towered over you ominously before he abruptly caged you in his slender arms, his grip possessive as he dived forward, pushing you down on the couch.

You weren't shocked by his act, but his obssessive clinginess and clumsy lack of tact always took you aback and you couldn't help the gasp that escaped you.

He tightened his hold around you and straddled your legs as you struggled to free your arms and reciprocate the 'hug'. His breathing hastened and he let out a small growl as he forcefully nuzzled his face on your chest.

"Uuurrghh...! Hmmrrghh...rghhh."

"There, there, atta boy. Steady now." You hushed and patted his head, rubbing his heaving back, trying to tame the beast he was. "Yes, good boy."

He seemed to calm down slowly, his pants coming in short as he pushed his weight against you.

You cringed and tried to contain your wheeze. The man was heavy above you and seemed to forget how easily he could overpower you if he really tried or wanted to.

You secured an arm around his shoulder as he moved towards your neck and uncovered his mouth, something he only ever did to get his sugary treats.

He laid sloppy open-mouthed kisses all over your neck, blowing warm steamy breaths through hungry pants all over your now wet skin, the contact making you shiver and clench on his broad back.

"S-secco-..." Your breathy voice was strained as you winced, your own breathing becoming arrhythmic by the second.

He was so bad at this, yet you loved it so much. He had such weird ways of expressing his love for you and was so animalistic about it, only a handful of people could ever handle a man like him.

He did not stop as you occasionally felt his warm tongue lap up at your heated skin, as if you had seasoned it with powdered sugar just for him.

Your mind was hazy and your lids fluttered close on their own behalf with pleasure before you suddenly felt him grind his hips on your leg with earnest.

You immediately shot your eyes open as you felt him harden by the second, squeezing your waist flush against him, desperately seeking every single ounce of friction he could get from you.

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders, forcefully pushing him away from you. He stopped and hovered above you, his eyes wide with confusion as he stared at your own strict, pissed ones.

"Secco! What did we say about rutting?! Bad! Bad boy!" You scolded and he gasped.

"Ah-! I'm... I'm sorry Y/N...! I'm sorry!" He fretted out an apology, suddenly realizing he completely forgot himself and went a bit too far.

He hated to upset you, but he just couldn't help himself. You were always so good to him and he loved you so, so much, he could hardly contain himself around you. Especially when you were so beautiful, so sweet and so kind towards him.

If it were just him, if Cioccolata allowed him, he would have ravished you and jumped on you so many times already.

Was he wrong, though? Was he wrong to find you so irresistible that his sheer primal instincts took over, throwing self-control out the window? Maybe, but that didn't change anything. He was a good boy, and making you angry was a big no-no.

You sighed and softened your gaze on his apologetic and regretful eyes. You brought him back down to lay his head on your chest and this time, he let his hands nicely tucked next to his face, making sure they were on sight and not drifting anywhere else.

"Behave." You spoke firmly yet softly, your deep voice not helping tone down his prior arousal. "If you want to get rewarded, behave."

He nodded and calmed down. He was so shaken up, you were just like velvet-covered steel and he was not ashamed to admit he absolutely loved it.

Oh there was nothing he could do but obey you. Especially when in return, you were gliding your fingers delicately through the slit of his suit, your cold digits hitting his bare skin so deliciously.

He shivered and did his absolute best to stay still and drink up your presence. How warm you felt under him and how sweet you smelled. He found himself sighing in content and finally close his eyes.

"Y/N, are my tools read- Oh, Secco that's where you've been!"

Secco yelped and instantly jumped to his feet at the brutal sound of Ciocolata bursting through the door.

"Ah, welcome back. Your tools are all cleaned up, you can take them." You sat up as the doctor walked in and took what he needed.

"Perfect. Secco, we're going now." He ordered and the boy obeyed with grunts and whines of agreement. "Thanks for keeping an eye on him, Y/N."

"It's my pleasure." You leaned over the edge of the couch and reached out playfully towards the now crouching boy. "Bye Secco~"

"Nnngghh...!!!" He blushed at your sing-songy voice and gripped hard on the doctor's leg who clicked his tongue.

"Come on, now." Ciocolata urged as he left, Secco following close behind him.

You chuckled to yourself in amusement and laid back down for the day.

Why do dogs do that? Why do you have to mount me, bro, it's my leg, please! Get off I just want to live a quiet life.

Edit: I searched and apparently dogs hump you as a coping mechanism for anxiety :(