Why me? [2p! Italy x Reader]

RW: Chapter 15*

A/N: So, I've written a lemon here, so skip that chapter if you like. Or not. It's not really doing anything for the plot.

~your pov~

I yawned.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening and I was bored. But I didn't want to go to sleep yet, because I wasn't tired.
"Luci, I'm bored", I groaned.

He didn't seem to like the way I called him, but he didn't complain.
"Then find something to do", Luciano replied.
He was dressed in a simple black dress shirt and suit pants.
His legs were crossed and his eyes were fixated on a piece of paper. Luciano was also twirling a pen in his hand, instead of a knife, for once.

I frowned.
I knew he had work to do, but he should pay me a tiny bit more attention.
And my dirty mind gave me a stupid idea.
"Well... how about I do... You?"

Luciano's eyes narrowed, trying to process what I just said.
He eyed me suspiciously, not sure if I was joking or not.
I tried to make a poker face, because I wanted to see how he would react.

We were sitting in his office, he was working on something again and I was just there, idling around.

"..."
I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this.
I've never watched porn, it's just... The internet corrupted my mind with dirty jokes and stuff.
So, yeah. I blame the internet.

We stared at each other for what feels like an eternity.
I forced myself to look away and stand up, walking over to the door.

But as soon as I reached the door and my hand was wrapped around the handle...

Luciano stood behind me and locked the door instead.
I spun around and saw him, looking at me with a strange look.
And I must say, it looked kinda hot.

"I'm serious. Did you mean it?"

I gulped. "I-I..."

My back was pressed against the door, and my heart was racing.
I was trapped, and I couldn't escape without answering.

I didn't know what I want.

I just... I didn't know.

My mind was all fuzzy again, just like before.
He noticed and used his hand to cup my chin, bringing my face closer to his.

I couldn't move.
I was so insecure.

I heard him chuckle.
He was staring at me, his gaze remembering me of a predator looking down on it's prey.
Hell, I'm his girlfriend, not his prey...!

Then he pressed his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately.

He pulled away.
"Do you know now?", he asked.

It took me a few seconds to come with an answer.

And the answer was, kissing him back with the same passion and hunger he seemed to have.

"Is that an answer?", I asked after pulling away because of the lack of air, panting.

"Sì."

We leaned in for another kiss, but I stopped.
"Here...?, I asked.
"Only if you want that", he whispered.
I shook my head and unlocked the door and grabbed his hand.

He intertwined his fingers with mine as we walked down the hallway, going to the bedroom.

We entered his bedroom - he locked the door and then pulled me closer, hungrily smashing his lips against mine, making it seem like he wanted to devour me.

I gently ran my hands through his hair, he put one on my neck, and on my hip.
I was the one who broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Removing my hands from his neck, I moved teem to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt.