JJBA Oneshots

Ghiaccio; Cold.

A/N: A little bit of Dominant Ghiaccio, and some slight hair pulling,  slight edging (only happens once, that's why I say slight), ass slapping(not too much tho, if that's even a thing)😩. Ima make another with sort of harsher kinks because I cannot get enough of icy boy. Lemon🍋
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The coolness of the room nipped at your skin, even through thick comforters and long pajamas. You grumbled under your breath, rolling to the side, the early-morning sun's hues spilling through the window blinds. You didn't want to be awake just yet, but it was so cold. You couldn't sleep like this. You wondered how you had even managed to fall asleep last night, even.

You felt your boyfriend tumble around behind you, your apparent moves had disturbed him. Ghiaccio was quite the light sleeper, which didn't mix well with you as you usually tossed and turned. You normally slept in a separate room due to this, and also due to the coldness. Ghiaccio was the self-proclaimed "King Of Ice". His stand was able to control freezing temperatures and often he liked his surroundings to be just as cold as he was naturally, especially at night; it helped him fall and stay asleep easier when the durable AC was blasting below-freezing air.

This was a struggle for you though, because you were a normal human being, with a normal human being body temperature. As aforementioned you usually slept in different rooms anyways, but sometimes Ghiaccio was extra clingy. He had practically begged you all night to stay with him in his room because he wanted to cuddle and sleep next to you- something he'd deny he ever did if you ever brought it up in a teasing manner, which you often did around the members of La Squadra just to mess with him; nevertheless you bit the bullet and there you laid, shaking, skin riddled with cold goosebumps.

Ghiaccio hummed under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You hoped what little body warmth he had would've heated you up a bit, but it didn't. He was half-asleep, eyes half open as he shoved his face into the crook of your neck.

"Ghiaccio, I'm cold..." You shuddered to him, and he let out somewhat-warm sleepy breaths against the soft of your neck.

"Cold...?." He repeated, as kind of a question- it was obvious he was oblivious to the chilly air as he was used to it.

"Cold...!." You whisper-yelled back at him, hoping he'd get up and mess with the AC, but he just laid there for a moment.

"What part is cold?." He made out, kind of groggily, his hands bunching up underneath your comfy long-sleeve pajama top.

"All parts!," You whined at him. "Make it warmer in here or I'm gonna go to my room, Ghia!."

He made a noise of annoyance, and you felt his hands traveling up. They cupped at your cold breasts and you rolled your eyes.

"Holding my tits isn't helping, Ghiaccio."

"Shut up," He growled in a tired voice. "Stop complaining."

He spooned against you closer, and you felt something poke against your back.
Ah. Morning wood. You huffed out a breath, it turning white against the cold air.

"They do say that skin to skin contact helps to warm up..." Ghiaccio murmured, attempting to be seductive and you had to admit it was working.

"Then take your clothes off." You couldn't help but laugh a bit as you spoke, and you could practically feel the sneer on his face. Nevertheless he obliged and you slipped off your pajama pants as well.
Ghiaccio was fully naked now, arms clinging around you whilst his skin pressed against you from behind. He tugged at the lower hem of your shirt but you shook your head.

"No. Shirt stays on."

He didn't bother prying, instead his hands slipped down inbetween your thighs. You felt his upright member poking against your bottom, and it did feel quite warm, almost on fire due to the blood rushing, compared to the rest of his cool skin- and yours.