Romano X Reader: Dat Curl~

Romano X Reader: Dat Curl~

Little Legend here --> (h/c)=hair color (f/s)= face shape (s/t) =skin tone and all that chizz =w=

This was it. This was the moment that you’ve been waiting for, and you might as well be damned as to let this slip out of your fingers. You are going to fucking find out what the hell that curl does!

You’ve been pondering over a certain curl that a certain boyfriend of yours, also known as Lovino Vargas, had on his head. Yeah, you know that his fratello, Feliciano, and the American hero, Alfred, and his brother, Matthew, had the odd curl, but you wanted to solve the mystery by using your Lovino. Why, you may ask? Because a)you felt more comfortable doing it to him, since he is your amante b)you didn’t wanna end up being awkward with your two best buddies and c)you didn’t want to accidentally make Lovino jealous/angry
 

You inch closer to the bed, and can’t help but smile at how adorable the usually grumpy Italian looked as he was sleeping. He almost looked like a small child having a dream of a candy wonderland, if not for the fact he was, in reality, a grown-ass man. Thankfully, after what seemed like an hour of inner-fangirling at your amante’s sleeping form, the curl finally grasped your attention, reminding you of your target. Why must this cute loud-mouth distract me so much!?, you thought to yourself, as you took a deep breath, keeping your focus on the bouncing curl of dark brunette hair. You slowly reached for it, being careful not to even brush your bare knuckles against his forehead.

This is it…the moment I’ve been fucking waiting for…

You held onto the mysterious strand loosely, as to not startle the sleeping man.

Welp, here goes nothing…

Your hand tightens around it, and you give it a small but forceful tug.

Not even a minute had passed when you hear a small moan escape the Italian’s lips…wait. A small moan. Holy motherfucking shitballs, Batman! Does it mean was you think it means!? The little curl is a sex trigger!? You felt heat rise to your cheeks upon this shocking realization, this strange yet very appealing realization. Oh, the many things that this little tidbit of wonderful information can do for you! As you were started to make a mental list of what to do with the sexual curl in the future, you’ve failed to realize that your grip on it became tighter, earning an inaudible growl from the Vargas twin. At one point, you silently squealed and tugged the curl with the force you’ve mustered in yourself. The next thing you knew, you were flipped onto the bed, your wrists suspended above your head, a knee between your legs, and a fully awake Lovino hovering above your form.

x~x~ Romano’s POV x~x~

Wow, what a way to wake up, I thought, examining my amante as a hunter would its prey. Her (h/c) locks sprawls around the pillows, some strands lying on her (f/s) (s/t) face, which seemed to have a brush of a rosy blush on the cheeks. I took my free hand and brushed the strands away, and leaned in close to her ear, whispering into her ear huskily, “You shouldn’t have-a done that, mia amore~…” I smirked as I felt her shiver beneath me, and then started to nibble on her earlobe, making her whimper at the action. As she had finally figured out, the curl is sensitive in more ways than one, if you know what I mean.

And my dearest (Name) thought she wouldn’t get caught…how cute.

x~x~ Now back to your POV because I’m lazy and shit o3o x~x~

You moan softly as he goes down from your ear, down to your collarbone, leaving small kisses and love bites in his wake. Oh god, whyyyy, why didn’t I do this sooner~!? You screamed into your head, gasping when he found the sensitive spot on your neck. “Lovino~” you whimpered. You felt him smirk against your skin and start to lavish one of the small marks he had made near your collarbone.

“Oh, che notte questo sta per essere, mia cara~...” he whispered into your flesh lustfully.

Meep.