Romano X Reader Wake Up Curl
You approach the Italian's bed slowly, singing out his name in an attempt to wake him up. It doesn't work.
"Hmph," you look down at Lovino and smile at how sweet he looks when he's asleep. Today he's sleeping so deeply that he hardly even stirs when you shake his shoulder.
"Loviiii! Come on! It's already midday and you said we could go to the park together," you whine, sitting next to him on his warm bed and feeling the sun's heat shining in through his window. It was a gorgeous day outside and if it weren't for your horrible sense of direction, you'd already be out soaking up the sunshine, maybe eating ice-cream or drinking an ice-cold milkshake
these thoughts make your mouth water and you really begin to notice the uncomfortable level of heat within the confines of Lovino's house. Outside, there's a nice spring breeze
while in here, there's just a sticky humidity that's driving you insane.
You shake your Italian friend again but all this does is make him mumble and turn over. Sighing, you wish that you weren't so hopeless when it came to going out around town by yourself unfortunately, having an awful sense of direction runs in your family, which means that unless you know the route to your intended destination really well, then you're bound to get completely lost. Luckily Lovino's house is right across the street! You knew you probably annoyed him with your constant nagging to take you places, but the alternative was walking around with a GPS - which looked a little ridiculous.
Besides, you enjoyed spending the quality time with your closest friend, even if he was a major grump. You'd long since become accustomed to his rough way of talking to people and are well and truly capable of ignoring his insults; usually taking him by surprise with a bright smile after he says something hurtful. After all, you knew that he never really meant it. It was just in his nature to be
well, vulgar. And these days he generally ends up ditching his tough guy act around you, knowing that it won't do him any good. Underneath that layer of anger is a surprisingly sweet guy and it was always worth the effort to put up with his rudeness in order to uncover his good side.
Blinking out of your heat-induced reverie, you poke Lovino in the ribs, making him twitch but still not waking him up. Geez, this guy's a deep sleeper! It usually took at least five alarms to wake you up in the morning, but even you weren't this bad!
He turns around again in his sleep, murmuring incomprehensible words into his pillow. He's adorable! Leaning over him, you lightly peck his cheek and murmur his name into his ear tenderly, earning a soft giggle from the Italian and a strange sleeping-blush. Who knew people could blush in their sleep!
Pursing your lips, you look over him, trying to figure out a way to wake up the sleeping beauty that he was. Your eyes rest upon the curl that flicks out from the top of his head, bouncing softly with his every breath. Grinning, you raise an eyebrow and think back to your friend's dire warnings about his curl:
"Never, and I mean never, touch my curl, okay ____? It's off limits, out of bounds; no access granted!"
Ever since that warning, you'd wanted so desperately to touch it. Now was your chance!
You reach over carefully and ever so gently poke the strange strand of hair, curiosity causing you to act with caution. Lovino seems to jump a little bit in his sleep but he doesn't wake up. You frown and give the curl a gentle tug. The effects are far more entertaining.
Lovino arches his back in his sleep, moaning in a way that makes you blush. You quickly let go of the curl, alarmed at his somewhat
sexual reaction. That wasn't right, surely?! There was no way Lovino's hair was sensitive in that way!
But sure enough, you give the curl another little pull and the handsome Italian man next to you clutches his pillow and moans again, his hips thrusting suggestively under the blankets. You freeze in sudden shock when you realise that he hadn't just moaned
he'd moaned a name! YOUR NAME!
What the hell did this mean?! You panic for a moment, thinking he might be awake, but as his eyes don't open when you poke his cheek, you're able to let out a sigh of relief.
Joining the dots in your head, you come to the following conclusions: That Lovino's curl is his erogenous zone
as unlikely as that seemed. And that he'd been thinking about you in terms of
well, he'd been thinking about you intimately! You can't help but blush and pull the hem of your sundress down self-consciously, even though you know that Lovino's too deeply asleep to see anything.
So. What to do with this information?
After a few moments of sorting through your quietly excited thoughts, you decide to pull his curl again. Only, this time, you decide to really pull it. None of that 'light tugging' crap.
You hesitantly reach out for the curl, your skin hot and your breath coming quickly in anticipation.
For god's sake! It's just a freaking bit of hair, not an axe-murderer hiding in a dark room! Get it over with, woman!
Mentally shushing your mental voices, you steel your resolve, reach out, and pull on the curl roughly. The result justifies your earlier hesitation.
Lovino's eyes snap open and he rolls over so that he's pinning you to the bed, growling as he kisses you forcefully, quickly biting your lip and taking advantage of your mouth which opens to form a surprised 'O' shape. He thrusts his tongue inside of your warm cavern, exploring every inch and leaving you in absolute shock.
But you've got to admit...it feels absolutely amazing to be snogged senseless by your devastatingly handsome Italian friend!
When Lovino finally pulls away from the passionate kiss, he stares down at you with his eyes half closed, unbridled lust gleaming in his honey-brown eyes, sweat shining on his forehead. You're breathless beneath him, eyes still wide with surprise and mouth feeling quite abused by the sudden assault. Not that it hadn't been an attack without consent, because you'd definitely consented all the way.
"You pulled my curl," Lovino states, his gravelly voice low and seductive as his eyes sweep down your body. Despite the heat, you suddenly find yourself wishing for more coverage away from those eyes that seem to undress you. Although, to be fair, you find yourself doing the same thing to him. He sleeps only in his boxers due to the humidity inside and you don't have to imagine much at all...
"Y-you weren't w-waking up! W-what else was I supposed to d-do?" you stutter, feeling his warm hands running up your sides in a way that makes you shudder delightfully.
"How about a bucket of water next time? Or maybe some really loud music? Come on, bella, there were so many other options. You just haaad to pull on my curl
Well, now you'll have to deal with the consequences," he smirks and you frown, not sure whether you like the intensity of his gaze, but before you can decide his lips are on yours again and his hands
well, let's just say that Lovino is very skilled with his hands.
He pulls away for only a moment to whisper in your ear, "Ti amo, ____..."