"Why is Y/N hovering over the sink and coughing?" Risotto asked with a heavy sigh, looking at the still laughing Melone and the concerned Pesci.

"Ghiaccio thought she was choking on her food and tried to giver her the Heimlich! A-and then Formaggio shoved his fingers in her mouth." Pesci said, rubbing the back of his neck as he quivered under the gaze of Risotto, ignoring Melone's increasing laughter as he reported back the situation.

"Why did he do that?" Risotto pinched the bridge of his nose, Melone's laughing stuttering to a stop as he caught his breath and tried to speak normally to Risotto, who's patience was steadily wearing thin.

"She was trying to tell Ghiaccio - and I quote, 'to cut it the fuck out' but he was basically breaking her ribs..Formaggio panicked and tried to grab whatever was choking her..but unfortunately that was Ghiaccio! And not the food he thought it was!" Melone practically broke down in childish giggles, Pesci letting out a small huff as Risotto turned on his heel, making a beeline for the kitchen.

He looked through the doorway, spotting you bent over the sink, coughing and blinking as Prosciutto rubbed circles onto your back, he quirked a brow upon seeing Risotto in the doorway, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

"How are you?" Risotto asked, his deep voice making you jump before sighing, turning to look at him with a grin.

"Eh I'm fine, Ghiaccio has got one hell of a death grip though.." You chuckled, rubbing your sore abdomen absentmindedly while in memory of the blue haired man squeezing the life out of you. Risotto's lips quirked up into a smile at your humor.

You sat up and thanked Prosciutto for helping you to not vomit, he waved you off and went to go find Pesci, the familiar clink of his lighter being the last you heard of him, before turning to Risotto with a shrug.

"Maggie did shove his fingers down my throat though..that was..an experience. Ghiaccio called him a pisshead though so that made it all the more sweeter." You made a face and Risotto held back the urge to snort, wondering how you found humor in that, the tall man retreated back to his office after finding out what the commotion was, you waved him a goodbye and pulled out your phone.

{choked, 13:14} very funny, who changed my name?

{choker, 13:14} welcome to the club

{fingerblast, 13:14} .

{choked, 13:15} LOL FORMAGGIO'S IS FUNNY AJAHA

{bootlicker, 13:15} Illuso I know ur trying to be funny but Formaggio's name means to finger someone dude

{mirror mirror, 13: 16} shut up nonce

{choked, 13:16} maggie where are you i wanna get away from melone he keeps laughing at me

{mirror mirror, 13:16} oo y/n are you looking forward to ur next fingerblast with formaggio :flushedemoji:

{bootlicker, 13:17} noo y/n stay with me

{bootlicker, 13:17} daddy wants some rumpy pumpy

{choked, 13:17} die

{choker, 13:18} you disgust me melone

{bootlicker, 13:18} OoOoooOo and what are you gonna do? give me the heimlich?

Fingerblast changed their name to Maggie

{Maggie, 13:18} yo y/n doors unlocked im in my car lol

{choked, 13:18} omw

{bootlicker, 13:18} ;))

It was no secret to La Squadra that you and Formaggio had some sort of sexual tension between you, it was always either flirting or the others trying to embarrass you for it, no in between. So finding yourself in a heated make out session with the man was to no surprise..or maybe a little bit of surprise.

All the teasing and stupidity may have pushed him over the edge, it certainly had to you, you were ready to either kill Melone or thank him, you didn't know which.

By no means was it angry tension, no not at all, more of..goofy? Flirty tension? You didn't have the word for it, but you didn't really care about words when Formaggio placed his lips over yours, murmuring sweet and flirty words, some bordering on romantic. You bit his lip, a hot breath escaping your mouth when he moved to grab your hips.

Your mind wandered to where you were with Formaggio right now, you loved him, that was for sure, and he was fucking hot as hell, especially right now as he sucked dark marks into the skin of your neck, but you wandered whether you would call it official with him, but maybe this was a topic for another time, since your attention was stolen by the leather studded man once more.

"God I..fuck, I love you so much..fuck." He muttered, breath fanning your cheek as you suddenly broke away to stare at him wide-eyed, he returned your shocked gaze, your hands holding his face, feeling the traces of stubble as you gasped, smiling as if he had read your mind.

"Was that..did you just confess to me first?" You giggled and he relaxed, laughing with you as he placed his hands over yours, smiling softly.

"Yeah..yeah, I guess I did." You giggled and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"I love you too you big idiot." And with that, your lips met once more, his stubble scratching your face lightly as your lips moved against one another, your lipstick's tidiness long gone by now as Formaggio heatedly kissed you.

You felt him drag you into his lap, you did him one better, straddling his lap, it seemed the best option since his care wasn't huge, he groaned feeling your ass press at him through his jeans, returning to kiss your lips, his hands gripping your hips to try and set friction between the two of you.

"Shit babe..you're makin' me crazy.." Formaggio murmured against your neck, breathing in sharply when you grinned at him, grinding over him once just to elicit another noise out of him.

"Why didn't you say so? We could've done this much earlier but you didn't tell me.." You cooed, and Formaggio grunted, flushing at your teasing words, but it didn't stop him from bucking upwards against you.

"Enough teasin' babe, I'm gonna ruin you." He growled, you shuddered at the way he said that sentence, gasping when he yanked your trousers down, revealing plain old underwear, you flushed at his sudden confidence, your own wearing away as he stared at you hungrily, soon becoming embarrassed.

You buried your face into your hands, but Formaggio ripped them away, locking eyes with you.

"Why are you hiding yourself? You're fucking beautiful, and I wanna see you." His words made you blush harder, but kiss him back with the same intensity when he placed his lips on yours, everything seemed to melt away when you relaxed with Formaggio, you sighed into the kiss dreamily, you were like a love struck teenager all over again.

Formaggio's hand moved underneath your thigh, moving your underwear to the side to drag a finger up your wet slit, chuckling when you moaned wantonly above him, his finger slipping in to scissor you open, you groaned, burying your face in his neck, smelling the cologne that he uses, you shivered.

Formaggio may be a laid-back man, but when he did get worked up, well fuck was it a show, you glanced at him, his eyes were wide and full with love and lust, he was flushed, slightly sweaty as he admired the way your cunt took his finger.

You slid off of his lap, he looked at you in confusion before realizing when you knelt before him, maybe it was time to give him a little appreciation, his cock was evidently hard, and probably painful for him, but he took the time to get you prepared, you might as well do the same for him.

His cock was hard and heavy in your hand, he stared at you with adoration as your tongue flicked out over the top, a tapping noise distracted you both from your activity and you turned to the sound.

"Hello? What the fuck are you doing in there? Formaggio what was the point of these tinted windows!?" You heard Melone whine from outside the car door, you and Formaggio shared a glance before scrambling to put your clothes back on, cursing Melone under your breath the entire time, before you made yourself to look as presentable as possible, opening the car door.

"I was expecting you both to be half naked but oh well.." Melone said half-heartedly, a pout on his lips as you rolled your eyes.

"Well actually-" Formaggio went to speak, but you slapped a hand over his mouth, giving him the deadliest glare you could muster before shooing Melone away.

"We'll continue this later, dumbass." You said sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of Formaggio's nose before hopping out of the car and running away, Formaggio brought a hand to his nose, a pink blush over his cheeks as he stammered to himself.

You on the other hand lay contentedly on your bed, scrolling through your phone gallery before you received a direct message from Melone.

Melon<3: sorry for interrupting you back there ;))

You threw your phone across the room.

WEEK ONE: FORMAGGIO!