Chubby!Romano X Reader - Lovi and Cream

Chubby!Romano X Reader – Lovino and Cream


On sweet warm days you would often find the lazy Italian boy lounging somewhere in the olive groves, avoiding working and snacking on ripe tomatoes. His hair was the loveliest shade of auburn, his eyes glimmered yellow green, and his skin was perfectly tanned. Every time you thought about him he seemed no more than a dream, a fantasy. Every time you talked to him, the fantasy was completely shattered.


“Hey! Lovino!” You had spent a long morning in the kitchen working like a slave, you were tired and still had more than a half a day left. Romano was just another daily chore; you were employed by his parents to cook, clean, and look after Lovi. Although he was your age, Romano was rude and clumsily; he acted like a spoiled child. His parents thought that he needed extra care and honestly, you had to agree.


Again you found him sitting at the base of an olive tree in his normal tan attire. He was supposed to be working on charcoal sketches for his art lessons but instead he was gorging himself on breadsticks. He looked up with his eyes bright and tried to talk through a mouthful of bread, “What’d you want?”


You shook your head, his social skills were severely lacking but you took a seat next to him anyway. At least he didn’t treat you like a servant, probably because you didn’t handle him gently like everyone else did. He needed someone to be straightforward with him, to be stern with his mood swings, and to tease him about his mannerisms. Naturally, this was a wonderful opportunity, “I spent all morning waiting for a good time to come say hi and what do I get in return? ‘What’d you want?’ Is it too much to ask for a ‘Hey (name), how’s your day going so far?’”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You giggled and eyed Romano’s body while he was enjoying his angry internal monologue. A smile spread across your face, hands drifting to what had caught your eye. “You’re getting fat, Lovi~” You grabbed on to his love handles, squeezing the fat and giving his gut a couple pokes. It jiggled and flopped back in place.


Romano turned bright red and pushed your hands away, “S-shut up! No, I’m not!” He quickly made his escape by scrambling to get up and then walking away cursing under his breath. When you first started working there you hated Romano’s dirty mouth, you thought it was a shame a boy that beautiful choose to soil his image with a bad habit. But time passed and you came to realize it was hard for Lovi to express most feelings besides anger and on rare occasion interest when it came to women. His language was often how he ended up expressing himself, now you found it more endearing than frustrating.


After a couple minutes of solitude, you got up and dusted yourself off before starting the walk back to the main house. It was times like these you let your mind wonder; first about what flowers would look best in front of the maids’ quarters, then about how pretty the sky looks today, but you kept thinking about Romano’s increasing weight.
Had he ever been chubby before? If he had been, you couldn’t remember. What you did remember was him stuffing his face and sleeping half the day away, it was really no wonder he was packing on the pounds. You couldn’t picture him getting off his fat ass to lose any weight either; the way things were looking he might end up really fat. Why was that thought so appealing?

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On the weekdays you stayed in the main house like a member of the family, which was a nice perk of working for them for almost seven years now. The other days you slept in your small apartment only a couple miles away, you rode your bike the difference. Tonight was a surprisingly balmy Wednesday, all the windows in the kitchen were open and the air felt wonderful. You were covered in flour head-to-toe, there was no better feeling. It was quite late but you needed to put the finishing touches on the pandoro and the zeppoli.


After topping the zeppoli you realized you had a lot of pastry cream left over, you had a bad habit of making way too much of whatever you happened to be cooking. It never seemed to go to waste though so you stored it in the fridge. Satisfied with your work you began to walk to your room when you heard movement in the kitchen, you took a quick peek back into your work place. You stifled a giggle as you watched Lovino trying to sneak in quietly.


It had been almost a month since you commented on his weight and you haven’t said anything since. Under normal circumstance you definitely would have teased him but after the first time, some unfulfilled desire told you to keep quiet. You just watched as his clothes got tighter and his body fuller, Romano was clearly in complete denial. His stomach bulged out in front of him draping slightly over his plush hips, his thighs rubbed together like they seemed to enjoy the friction, and his chest and butt were softened beyond belief. Yet he was still trying to squeeze into his little tan uniform that was fit to burst at any moment.


Up until now you were really wondering how he could’ve possibly put on so much weight, sure he like to stuff his face but there was only three meals in a day. Romano opened the fridge and took out the big bowel of pastry cream, taking a small taste before he got out a spoon. He must have started sneaking food in the middle of the night, at any given time your kitchen was filled with tons of the most fattening food Italy had to offer. Not-so-little Lovi really seemed to be taking his meal in stride; did he know it was mostly a mixture of butter and heavy cream?


Whether he knew or not, Romano shoveled spoonful after spoonful into his eager mouth. As you watched, you seemed to realize why you couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. You liked it, watching him get fatter, seeing him jiggle, and supplying him with food. His untamable spirit made his weight gain all the sweeter, he always seemed so defiant but here he was stuffing himself like a good boy.


You stepped out from your hiding place and smirked wickedly, “How’s the pastry cream, butterball?” Lovino froze in place with the exception of his spoon which dropped to the table with a clatter. His belly stuck out from under his shirt, looking even heavier as an effect of the cream.


“(Name)! W-what are you do here? And who are you calling a butterball?!?!” His face was tomato red and his slight double chin was visible.


You walked slowly with calculated steps; soon you were temptingly close to Lovi. He seemed nervous; did the great Romano actually care about what you thought of him? With a graceful hand you trailed your fingers across his thick round paunch then suddenly grabbed hold of his bottom roll. “I was on my way to bed but I heard you trying to sneak around in here,” you let go of his fat and wrap your arms around him, hands placed firmly on his ass. Lovino seemed fluster and embarrassed but he welcomed your embrace, even if it was a little handsy, “If you wanted food Romano, I would have happily made something for you. You don’t have to sneak in at one in the morning and stuff yourself with pastry cream like a pig. Though it was a pleasant surprise.”


For a second it seemed like he stopped breathing; then you felt soft arms take hold of you and Lovino rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips close to your ear. His voice sounded deep and tired, like a man finally giving up on fear. “I’ve gotten so fat; I thought you would tell me no or make me diet, some crap like that. Or even worse I thought you would tell me I’m disgusting.”


You tightened your arms around his waist, all thoughts of groping gone from your mind. Lovi was so soft and warm, you wanted to melt into him. “Don’t be silly Lovi, I would never say anything like that to you. I wouldn’t even think it. You are the most attractive person I’ve ever met, your new found weight only sweetens the deal. But more than that, I’ve grown to love you for the wonderfully misunderstood person you are. Even if your manners still need work.”


Romano let go of you and only for a second, trailed his fingers along your jaw, cupping your check, giving you the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had. Your whole body felt warm and pleasant like your heart had been covering in powdered sugar. When he let you catch your breath, you picked up the spoon and started feeding him the rest of the cream. You had never seen the lovely boy look happier.