Above you and below you (la squadra x fem!reader)

4- fishy!

Thank you @amarylii for this great suggestion! This chapter is dedicated to you, you cutie! Don't forget to go drink some water and enjoy!

Today was the only day that everyone on the team had no mission they needed to take care of. Everyone of you had your days off on different days, so it was rare that everyone had a break together. Knowing this probably won't happen again for a long time, (y/n) suggested they do something fun.

"Let's go roller skating!" She yelled in excitement.

"Only half the people here know how to do that, I say we go ice skating today." Ghiaccio suggested tiredly.

"No way!" Formaggio interjected. Pesci spoke up from the back: "what about the aquarium!"

It was silent for a moment until risotto spoke up, "that sounds great, everyone go get ready."

You were actually excited a LOT, leaving the group in the dining room, you rushed upstairs to your bedroom. You slammed your bedroom door behind you as you entered, [GOLDEN RULE] manifesting to pick out your outfit.

It dug through the clothes you had while you got out of your pjs, which consisted of the white sweats and blue shirt you wore the other night. You changed your underwear into a black lace set, similar to the pair you wore the night you attacked that rival gang. Looking yourself over in the mirror, you thought you looked low key hot in the underwear.

But of course, [GOLDEN RULE] would never allow you to be seen in that by any guy in the house. The only person he would allow is himself and maybe doppio because he knows he wouldn't try anything with you.

In a quick attempt to cover you up before anyone saw you, your stand tossed a black and light purple checkered teeshirt at you, matching it with black cargo pants and your ankle high combat boots (which he luckily didn't throw at you.)

you slipped on the cargo pants, struggling a bit. you threw your shirt onto your arms, slipping your arms through the available holes. your shirt was halfway on when you heard your door open.

instead of putting the rest of your shirt on, you kept it on halfway it was resting on your upper body without being pulled down, revealing your cleavage and your black laced underwear.

"hey (y/n), are you almost-"  prosciutto peeked through the door wearing black jeans and a 3/4 white button up. his face flared a bright red seeing your half dressed (s/c) body wearing a tight black laced bra that slightly pushed up your breasts, his eyes dawdled down to your back side, the cargo pants made you have serious ass. he mumbled a 's-sorry' and quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.

you slipped on your shirt and tucked it in, [GOLDEN RULE] sliding on your shoes while you put on your belt to keep your shirt tucked in.

unknown to you, prosciutto was still outside of your door, a blushing mess. his right arm supported his left which was holding his head while his thoughts raced. did he like the moment? no? yes? did he want to see a bit more? yes? maybe? did he think you actually looked good in your lace? yes. you cant be more blunt, you looked freaking hot with your lace underwear, even if it was just half exposed.

suddenly the door swung open, revealing you wearing your black and purple checkered shirt tucked into your cargo pants, held in place by your silver belt. you wore black, flat stud earrings with silver lining, matching a silver lock necklace you wore. topping it off you wore a silver, fake barbed wire bracelet. you wore your normal makeup and still looked stunning.

"hey pros! do you like my outfit?" his heart pounded against at the sound of his nickname you gave him. he silently wished you called him that more. "yeah, you look as good as ever, did golden rule help you with that? he has good taste." he knew your stand responded well to compliments. [GOLDEN RULE] manifested behind you and nodded eagerly, accepting the compliment. the stand stuck his thumb up, giving a thanks before fading back into you. you were surprised your stands crown didn't fly off from how fast he was nodding his head.