I have the WORST mosquito bites on the outside of my thighs- both of them. 😩 And apparently I’m allergic-ish? Fml. I need someone from La Squadra to take care of me. 😔 I’m an itchy irritable mess. 😔 plz and ty. u r great!!! 💕💕💕

I chose risotto hope you don't mind

🌹Risotto taking care of his s/o.

°He is pretty attentive when it comes to his s/o, as well as he nags a whole lot.

°He'll know what to do and what medicine to get to treat his s/o. Risotto would be the one taking care of everything and he usually have soft words of encouragement he'd chant to his s/o to keep them level-headed.

°Papa Bear Risotto is best caretaker .. (I'll never get tired of saying that.)

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"Don't do that."

"But it's so itchy!"

"I said don't do it!"

"But Risotto~"

You turned towards him, a pout residing on your once open lips as you were about to protest once again, only to be stopped by a hand. He seemed tense, possibly annoyed with all of your whining, but his eyes creased with the kind of gentle concern any parent would have for their child, well in this case, concern any man would have over their loving fiance.

His hand briefly lands on your cheek, soothing you as you leaned into his touch. Risotto nodded and moved to seek out some lotion. "Don't scratch it."

"Okay, fine!"

He left, and in no time did he enter with his signature lotion in tow.

"What's that?"

"Calamine lotion. It works as a cooling and soothing agent for you irritation." You pulled it from his hands as he approached, only for him to take it back with a knowing frown.

"I don't want you to waste it. Let me do it."

You cheered and laid back onto the couch, Risotto situated between your legs and in no time was he musing the swelling on your inner thighs. You squeaked at the sudden coldness, a shiver running down your sides as Risotto can only hold you in place. He gazed up at you momentarily incase of any signs of pain, yet all he saw was your flustered expression, a faint blush forming on your cheeks.

A wry smile appeared to challenge the lips he's working to keep straight and his eyes glowed a note brighter. "Little buggers got you good huh?"

"Yeah. I'm a bit allergic.. So like it just keeps getting better." He chuckled at your sarcasm, a deep sigh slipping from his throat as his hands were finally done with massaging you. Risotto wiped at any excess lotion before patting your thighs.

"There.. You're gonna be all good. I'm going to get us something to eat." He rose to his feet and gentle tousled your hair as his hands roamed through the strands.

"Can we cuddle when you come back?" You pulled at his hand, pulling him into you as you pressed a kiss to his lips and he responded with even more passion.

"Sure." Risotto pulled away with a charming smile before heading into the kitchen.