Restless Nights

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Restless nights

Ghiaccio x transmasc!reader Pronouns used: he/him

3.k word count

Warnings; degradation, intense language, female anatomy used and referred to, no mention of boobs

Smut, be wary.

You sat on the couch, mind buzzing with the worst thoughts, it was hard to keep your mind from thinking such things when you couldn’t go be in the field with your partner. But, Risotto was right, you did deserve the time off after your last big mission- and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know you and Ghiaccio were together… actually, it was entirely your fault.

Ghiaccio had told you that telling the team would make it easier on you, that Risotto would be kind enough so you’d finally have time off together. But, you insisted it was too dangerous, especially after what had happened to Sorbet and Gelato.

Even if it put you in the position you were in now, nervously tapping your foot on the hardwood floor, coffee lying cold and forgotten on the table, unsure of the message sent to you prior.

’I’ll make it home early today, no later than 8.’

Surely, he says that and you want to believe him, but you know that no missions ever really finished, even when they’re dead.

What you didn’t know is the reason, it was ticking half past 8 without him there, is because flower shops are confusing.

Before you knew what was happening, the door flung open, and Ghiaccio came bounding through the door toward you. Soon you were enveloped in a hug, the icy smell that usually stuck because of white album was now flooding your senses.

Clinging onto him, you asked, “what took you so long? It doesn’t take that long to get home, y’know..”

”I was trying to figure out what flowers you think… would look, prettiest?” He said, his sentence tapering off with embarrassment.

Immediately you melted, you know how tough his outer shell was, even with you at times, that this sweet gesture meant a lot.

Your hands reached out to cradle his cold, rosy cheeks in your hands, beaming at him.

“I can’t even pretend to be mad at you now, can I?” You chuckled.

”I mean what good would that do? Hmm?” He scolded you playfully.

That only made you laugh more, but you pulled him down onto the couch with you anyway, wrapping yourself around him.

You enjoyed the coolness, yet soft comfort he provided, even when he was unapproving of being trapped to the couch like this.

”Honey- I have to go put the flowers in water- please let me up?”

but you promptly denied  his request with a shake of your head, he groaned and tried to come up with more excuses, wriggling slightly.

”Not even just one more minute?” You pleaded, “I missed you and you worried me!”

Finally, he let out a sigh of resignation, and tossed the flowers as far as he could and melted into you. He slid his hands underneath you, and held you close as he pressed down into you.

”..yeah, just a couple minutes here.” Ghiaccio said, blue curls invading your vision as he buried his face in your neck, pressing a soft kiss there, making electricity jolt through you.

”Mmh, don't do that, or else you’ll  be on this couch longer than just a couple minutes..”You teased with a smile. 

“Okay, baby, m’bad..” he muttered, a nasty habit of him never saying sorry, but you couldn’t blame him, especially not right now.

You slowly let him up after a while, albeit reluctantly. Ghiaccio slowly stood up, groaning as he stretched upward, his shirt raising slightly. You took your chance to sit up and slide your warm hands around his bare waist, he shuddered at your warmness compared to his chilled skin. You loved to admire how flushed his face got when you did things like this. 

“What’re we gonna do for dinner,” he sighed, “we have leftovers from last night, don't we?” 

“OH! We do!! I can heat it up in the oven for us, can you set the table?”

”how can I say no?” He rolled his eyes with a playful scoff and left to go set the table for two.  

You chuckle as you lead him by the hand to the kitchen island, pressing soft kisses to his face and doting over your husband. You two had eloped about two years ago, the only person who knew this remained to just be the two of you. Still living like your honeymoon phase.

You finally released him to set the table in the meticulous fashion he always did, while you fished through the fridge for the glass dish.

Preheating the oven and popping the dish in there took virtually no time, so going through the trouble to prepare a small side dish and drinks wasn't anything you weren’t accustomed to. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you looked over to see Ghiaccio fuss over the symmetry of the napkins, he must’ve felt your gaze as his head snapped up and he looked at you with big owl-like eyes. 

“What? You need me to bring those over?” He pointed at the ramekins in your hands.

“Oh- no, but grab the drinks.” You smiled and sauntered over to the table, already deciding in your mind what would happen tonight. 

He did just as told, nothing for him to protest with you. Two tall glasses, his favorite wine, and a glass of water for you. 

And soon enough, the food was done, and the both of you sat at the table, Ghiaccio serving the both of you. 

Bantering over dinner, and playfully teasing each other about Ghiaccio’s day is how the night carried on for a couple hours. Even when the plates were clean, and put away, you still ached to hear about the day you so unfortunately missed even if it was deserved time off that you’d earned.

After a while, you were standing with your elbows leaning on the kitchen counter, Ghiaccio’s arms bracketing you in.

”Thank you for helping me with the kitchen, baby.” You smiled and stretched up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

”I help you in the kitchen nearly everyday,” he tched, “I’m starting to think you just want a reason to kiss me…”

“You’re slowly catching on to my master plan,” you smirked playfully as he rolled his eyes at your antics. 

“You know you never have to have a reason..” he said quietly before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

He moved a hand to hold the nape of your neck, bringing you closer to him, before he pulled away ever so slightly. 

You smiled and brushed your nose against his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“Baby, why are you so tense? Your shoulders feel like rocks..” You frowned and looked up into his eyes which now averted yours. 

He began to stammer on his words, face flushed with the embarrassment of trying to find what to say. But he was so cute when his ears were bright red. 

“You know I really don’t- like being angry but today was… really fucking dumb..” he said through his teeth.

   “No one did what they were fucking supposed to which made me late to you- and I guess I’m just.. I’m still angry..” his body tensed.

You’ve had enough, “So you bottled it up.. so you didn’t take it out on me?”

“..Yeah?” He hung his head low.

You gently picked up his chin so his eyes met yours, and held his face gently in both hands. 

“Do you think you could take it out on me another way?” You said softly, your thumbs rubbing small circles on his cheeks as you pressed yourself against him, “you know bottling things up never goes well in the long run..”

Your effect was immediate. Ghiaccio flushed and buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. 

“I couldn’t ask that of you,” he said gruffly.

“Good thing I’m offering. Tell me about what happened today, all the shit that pissed you off.” You grabbed his hips, pressing them to yours in a delicious manner, which made his breath hitch. 

“Hngh, well, I was paired with Illuso- instead of Melone, and you know our stands don’t do shit together…” he started, twitching slightly. 

You continued to nod and tease your hands all over his hips and ass that you loved to grab so much.

“I was- hm, basically working on my own- all the while risotto was giving us contradictory info on the target… darling please.” His tone grew rougher as he recounted his day.  

“Oh baby, they really did that to you?” 

“Fucking of course they did! And it wasn’t even the end of it, I had to split pay with Illuso! The fuck didn’t even do anything but fucking ‘surveillance’ from his freaky fucking mirror world..”

 His muscles were taut with his harsh words, though none directed at you, you still felt their power, which only aroused you more. 

“The fucking nerve! To rely on my stand the whole time and only get half the reward! And he sent me out on errands afterward, even though I should’ve been done for the day!” He seethed, “making me all fucking late to you- how could they! I’m never late to you- not ever.”

By now his grip on you had tightened noticeably, his face now flush with anger and the signature vein on his forehead popping. 

All the tell-tale signs of his trademark angry lash outs. 

He was muttering to himself incoherently, and your plans were falling into motion. 

“Ghiaccio, carry me to our room.” You whispered in his ear. 

And he obliged, swinging you up into his built forearms in a bridal carry. In just a few quick paces, you were past the threshold of your bedroom door. 

He tossed you on the bed just enough for you to let out a small squeak. 

“You know I’ve been waiting for you here all day?” You said, laying back and stripping off your outer layers. 

“Of course- but you should’ve never fuckin’ had to wait..” he said, watching you with curiosity of what your motives may be. 

“Since they made you late to me, I’m gonna make you late to them, that sounds good, baby?” You said, sitting forward and tugging at the buttons of his collar, waiting for permission. 

“Yes, but how?” He asked. You loved his dense questions sometimes. 

“You’re gonna fuck all that anger out on me, and we’re gonna keep going until you can’t wake up early to report to Risotto.” You said, beginning to unbutton his turtleneck, before he took matters and began hastily unbuttoning it. 

“Fuck- please yes- I need my hands on you.” He said gruffly through gritted teeth. 

You could only press your thighs together at that, stripped down to your underwear because you knew he’d wanna take it off you. 

In a matter of what felt like seconds, his lips pressed hungrily against yours, hands pulling you closer wherever he could. 

The kiss only grew more passionate as his hands wandered to grab at whatever thigh or ass he could. 

Before you knew it, you were sprawled out on the bed as he trailed kisses down your neck. Each kiss set your nerves on fire, and you loved every moment of it. 

“You want this?” He said roughly, his teeth nipping at the lobe of your ear, “You want me to take my anger out on you?”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod, letting out an affirmative noise. 

“Yes please, that’s what I want..” you groaned, hands finding purchase on Ghiaccio’s side. 

“Mmh, good whore.” He said gruffly. 

His hand slid downward on your stomach, the feeling of his cold hands against your heated skin only arousing you more. Eventually he was thumbing small circles over your clothed clit, making you squirm. 

He reveled in your sounds, continuing to kiss and suck dark marks along your neck, even making small bites along your chest and shoulders. 

All you could do was whine and moan, he knew just where to touch you, and his touch alone could leave your panties drenched. 

He pressed kisses over your nipples, mouthing at them dutifully. He was doing everything in his power to make you unravel before he even got his mouth on your clit. 

And it was working, you felt as if you were melting into the mattress at this point, body lax and strained at the same time. 

Soon enough, he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and pushed them up roughly, pulling off your underwear in one fell swoop, sinking down between your thighs.

“So wet already, like a good slut, right?” He spat harshly, licking a stripe up your pussy. 

He moaned loudly at tasting your arousal, sucking at your clit firmly.

Eventually, he added two fingers, curling them just right all the while sucking steadily. 

“You think you can take more?” He huffed against your thigh.

“You- know I can..” you groaned, the sight of him, glasses crooked and curls disheveled between your legs only fueling your lust more. 

He gave you a wicked and demeaning smirk, which you could only tell was calling you a slut or whore in all the right ways. 

He attached his tongue to your clit one more, plunging three long, nimble fingers inside of you, quickening his pace. 

Before you knew it, the familiar heat coil formed in your stomach, and your desperation grew. 

Your whines and pleas meant little as of right now, Ghiaccio had his own plans for you. 

His pace only quickened, his free hand moving to grip your thigh to keep it from closing. You were close, and he knew, if not from your incoherent babbles trying to tell him so, then the way that you were trembling around him. 

He moaned into you, the delicious vibrations of his voice tipped you over the edge.

You moaned his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear, back arching up trying to push his face against you even more. 

He didn’t relent, riding you through the wave of your first orgasm, until your thighs threatened to close on him. He slowly pulled back, making a show of licking his fingers, onyx eyes boring into yours dangerously. 

“And how would you feel if I held a vibrator against your clit until you couldn’t take it? Hmm?” He asked rhetorically, “because I’m gonna make you cum until you can’t.”

You could only nod at the sentiment, head cloudy from the first orgasm. 

He stood up and turned to the nightstand, fishing through the drawer until he retrieved the slim wand, about as long as his hand from palm to fingertip, and an icy blue per his request. 

Clicking the button it buzzed to life, which seemed to please him, then he clicked it off.

”I want you to lay on the pillows.” He ordered as he set the toy on the bed and began to take off his pants and underwear, revealing where that blue happy trail led. 

He kept himself groomed and trimmed, but he was never a fan of the ‘no-hair’ look.

you adjusted yourself so your head was cushioned by the down pillows, your mind buzzing with anticipation, this was the best idea you’ve had yet, though you were starting to wonder when the anger would show.

Ghiaccio slid between your legs, throwing your thighs over his hips.

“Y’look like you should be served on a fuckin’ platter.” He groaned, clicking the vibrator to life once again. 

Almost subconsciously, your legs spread further to accommodate him. He swiftly held the vibrator to your clit, making small circles, and slowly slipped into your pussy, but only stopped after the head was in. 

“Why’d you stop-..” you whined, gripping into the pillows behind you, trying to grind up into the vibrator. 

“Already whining like a cum dump, huh?” He snided, “You’re gonna cum at least once more before I’m in you properly, like a good slut.”

You squirmed as if to try and move further down. But, He wasn’t having it, keeping you firmly held in place. 

“Don’t move.” He scolded, “Did I tell you to do that?”

“N-…no.” You bit back a moan.

“Then you do as you're told, like a good boy.”

He left it at that and you could already feel the second one building up, your pussy longing for more than what was given but no protest verbalized. 

He looked down at you watchfully for signs of your second orgasm, massaging the vibrator so achingly good on your clit. 

It was hard not to grind your hips up, your body yearning for more. 

Ghiaccio only pushed it against your clit more and you snapped, pleas and moans spilling out of your mouth as you came. 

You could feel yourself dripping now. 

And almost without a beat, he tossed the vibrator on the bed and picked up your hips, sheathing himself fully in the process. 

He set his pace, not so fast at first but hard, hard thrusts. Every smack audible in the room and probably the entire apartment. 

Each thrust pushed a moan out of you, you knew your throat would be dry tomorrow. Ghiaccio moaned and bit back whimpers as he looked down at you with intense eyes, his glasses slipping down his nose. 

“God- fuck, you make such a good fucktoy, takin’ what I give you..” he groaned, jaw tense. 

His pace quickened as he became more vocal. He always was vocal, if he wasn’t moaning, he was whining. 

His curls were a mess and you know your hair looked no better, his degrading words only making you throw your head back more. 

The sensitivity and the sheer eroticism of him pounding into you removed anything coherent in your brain, as he fucked you into the mattress. 

You knew you wouldn’t last long, and there’s a chance he wouldn’t either, or he’d overstim you until he came. 

You were starting to think it was the latter when his hips began to stutter, with you already close, it didn’t matter. 

“Please, can- can we come together?” You managed through a moan. 

Ghiaccio let out a moan and a small ‘fuck yes’, before leaning down to kiss you, pressing you into a mating press. 

Small sounds of ‘im close’ echoed from the both of you, reveling in the thought of coming together. 

You came first, the intensity doubled by the position you were in, and Ghiaccio came not long after while kissing you sloppily. 

After the high, Ghiaccio sat back, gently moving your hips back down carefully. 

“Are you alright? Fuck, was I too rough?” He fretted.

You could only laugh at that. 

“No, you’re, hah, fine, I promise.” You smiled.

“I’m gonna go get you some water and clean you up, okay? Then we’ll go pee and we can cuddle alright?” He said, making a checklist like he always did.  

You nodded sleepily as he got up to retrieve his items. 

And it didn’t take him long to return and set into your hands while he cleaned you with a warm washcloth, careful of your sensitive state. 

He whispered soft things to you as he helped you up to the bathroom and when you two returned to bed. 

Pulling you into his arms and brushing your hair through his fingers he smiled. 

“Did you really like that? Me taking my anger out on you?” 

“Yeah I did, it was so fucking hot.” You smiled and reached up to remove his glasses. 

“Maybe we should try out some new things soon, I wanna see what else gets me that reaction.” He smirked.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the way he looked without glasses. It was a lot easier to notice his freckles and how big his eyes were, and the way his loose curls framed his face. 

But this sight would only be for you. You and you alone. 

“You’re drifting off on me,” Ghiaccio smiled, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll hit snooze on the alarm tomorrow.”

And with that you nodded and drifted off, still thinking about those soft blue curls.