Knots in a Cherry Stem | Ghiaccio x Reader

Knots in a Cherry Stem

It was only a matter of time before you had sex with a fellow member of La Squadra, but you didn't expect the person you ended up banging to be Ghiaccio.

The inciting incident seemed innocent enough, just attending a dinner with the rest of La Squadra. You'd all started with cocktails and kept up with the same ones during the night. However, all the drinks had been garnished with maraschino cherries instead of luxardo, leaving the table consistently doing their best to tie a knot in the cherry stem. With their tongues.

Prosciutto thought he did it first, exclaiming when he did it. Melone directed his attention to Ghiaccio, who was looking rather boredly at his phone in one hand. In the other, he bore the cherry stem he'd tied a knot in before Prosciutto even picked up his stem.

“Oh, impressive tongue work, Ghiaccio,” Prosciutto teases, Ghiaccio shooting him a death glare in response.

“You didn't ever tell us about that talent,” You say, resting your chin in your palm and your elbow on the table, smirking.

“I wouldn't go so far as to call it a talent,” He bites at you, obviously not wanting this to be a big deal or for him to be the butt of the joke.

“I would.” You quip, Ghiaccio looking up at you and raising his eyebrows. You return the arched brows and smirk at him, hinting.

He almost looks confused, he and Melone sharing some quiet and choice words while you focus on drinking some more and hanging out. Ghiaccio looks at Melone, understanding, but for only a second. Wait, were you really insinuating…? Ghiaccio was confused, but also very interested in getting a chance to show you how talented he was.

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When it came to getting back to the hideout, everyone took three cars. Ghiaccio and Melone had come in the red convertible, Risotto and Formaggio rolled up in some souped up black sports car. Finally, Prosciutto and Pesci had come in a silver sedan, all the cars decked with tinted windows. Everyone said their temporary goodbyes, just saying something to everyone before they got back to base.

Melone had walked towards the car with Prosciutto and Pesci, Ghiaccio noticing and getting rather upset.

“Melone, I thought you were riding with me,” It's definitely more of a statement than a question.

“I figured you would rather ride with her. Plus, you have the convertible, so if she pukes…”

“I get it,” Ghiaccio snaps, making his way over to you to tell you to get in the car with him.

You sit down and buckle yourself in, Ghiaccio walking around the car to get in and start it. He gives the engine a rev before pulling out, being the first to peel out of the parking lot.

He took the quickest way home, wanting this situation to diffuse with the guys, but not so much with you. He'd been thinking about what you'd said earlier, what you'd insinuated. Well, Melone could have always been wrong, but he figured the guy who's stand is sex would understand it the most. His grip tightens on the steering wheel, and even though there's cool wind blowing in his face he's feeling hot.

“What's on your mind?” You ask him, lulling your head to the side to look at him.

He feels pressured under your gaze, inadvertently tensing.

“None of your business,” He says, his voice flat despite his anxious mind racing and heart pounding.

Why did making a move on a girl seem so intimidating? You'd even made the first move- you hinted, it should be easy.