Yandere La Squadra x Reader

Cheating On Prosciutto With Pesci

Request: What would Prosciutto do if he came home with a surprise, only to find you and Pesci sleeping together?

Tw: brief nsfw but still minors dni, domestic abuse, infidelity,

     You have been in a better mood as of late and Prosciutto was grateful for the change. He could now come home and unwind without having to clean up after you or pull you over his lap for trying to fight him again. You were always wearing a contagious smile that made getting up in the morning more bearable and the food you made him was much better than the slop you once tried to feed him. You were even willing to give him kisses before he'd left for the day.

     Prosciutto tried to remember what it was that he'd done differently that made you come around to the idea of being his spouse. Whatever he did must've meant a lot to you or made you feel safer, until he can figure it out Prosciutto is sure to pay back your kindness. Suddenly bringing you gifts of the things you used to love like a treat from your childhood that you mentioned or some merchandise from a favorite show. Anything to show you that he cares about you and that he'd do what he can to maintain your happiness.

     None of that mattered in the end though, apparently, you were more focused on what Pesci could do with his dick. It was normal for Prosciutto to have Pesci keep you company when he could because he trusted his protégé to keep you safe while he was away. He also thought having someone to talk to would be good for your sanity. Coming home after a successful mission to see Pesci standing in the middle of the hallway, holding you in his arms as he thrust into your tight hole, took the air out of his lungs.

     Never in a million years did he think Pesci would betray him like this, especially since he was there for Pesci when nobody else could stand being around him. Prosciutto may have been harsh at some points and maybe too critical at times when he tried to encourage Pesci to toughen up, but he still saw Pesci as a little brother.

     "What the hell are you doing?" His voice betrays him coming out a little above a whisper. Moving his lips to speak was challenging on its own, the distaste from the sight of his "brother" screwing his spouse made it nearly impossible to unclench his teeth.

     Even then, Pesci heard him loud and clear. His body was visibly tense and he ended up dropping you out of fear. Not even taking a moment to see if you were fine from the fall Pesci begins muttering his apologies and excuses. You, on the other hand, were trying to soothe the new bruise forming on your lower back.

     "What the fuck are you doing?" This time Prosciutto was able to move from his spot, eyes darkened as he punches Pesci right in the face. Blood started to fall from his nose soon after, but it wasn't enough. Prosciutto couldn't stop himself from delivering hit after hit after hit, continuously beating the man that betrayed his trust.

     Pesci didn't bother to try and defend himself against Prosciutto, even as he felt the bridge of his nose break or the corner of his lip tear from the force of his hits. He felt that he deserved this after what he'd done. He knew better than to try to date you behind Prosciutto's back. He also knew that you meant the world to him, but that didn't stop him from giving in to his selfish desires and ruining everything.

     You try to pull Prosciutto off of Pesci before he hurts him too badly, Pesci was kind to you and gave you a glimpse of hope during your toxic arrangement with Prosciutto. The last thing you wanted was for him to be beaten to death for trying to make you happy. Your efforts were useless, no matter what you did he wouldn't let him escape his wrath.

     "Get the hell out of my house" finally able to pull himself away Prosciutto kicks Pesci towards the exit. As much as he wanted to tear him limb from limb, it was out of the question. Pesci is a part of La Squadra and killing him would be punishable by death, he may have cut him deeply but for now, all he can do is beat him senseless.

     Turning to look at you, Prosciutto waits for an answer as to when you started to fuck his friend behind his back or at least why you did it in the first place. Yet, you're standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights, not uttering a single vowel.

     You are truly something else right now. It wasn't hard to shout profanities or death threats when you were upset over your limited contacts. You never had a problem telling him to go fuck himself for wanting you to cook him dinner. Why is it hard for you to speak now, what's the problem?

     Regardless of what you say, or don't for that matter, he's going to need some time to properly think about what he wants to do to you. Grabbing a hold of the back of your neck, Prosciutto drags you towards the entrance to the basement. You try to hold onto the walls or grip the edge of the doorway to protect yourself but he steps on your fingers each time. Giving you one good kick to the back he sends you tumbling down the bare steps.

     While you are busy grunting and yelping at the impact Prosciutto locks the basement door and heads for the kitchen. Smoking a cigar won't be enough today, he could use some bourbon to drown out the pain and embarrassment he's endured.