DAY 2. degradation, semi-public, possessive sex 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; (slight) Izou x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: Ace is hungry, eager to prove to you, the crew, and Izou who you belong to.
Author's notes: Second day! This was so fun to write and even more to imagine hehe. Do you like jealous Ace? Cause I do, I love him actually. Do you like Izou? I'm currently watching Wano's third act, and I'm obsessed with him. Since Marineford, he's lived rent-free on my mind. Thank you, @tsunami-of-tears, for the gorgeous dividers.
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It was one of those nights on the Moby Dick where the entire crew would drink their body weight in sake and eat till their hearts’ content. The fourth division had managed to intercept and steal an entire shipload of liquor from the marines and Thatch, and the other kitchen staff had prepared a feast to celebrate.
Some men were dancing and singing, others shoved as much food as they could into their mouths, others could barely stand up from the amount of alcohol in their veins, and another bunch, like your boyfriend, were daring each other to the dumbest and riskiest challenges just to show off, truly an eye sore of a dick measuring contest. But hey, they were having fun.
You could see Ace’s flames dance around, changing their intensity, dying and going back to life, small fireballs flying up, and then entire blazes and bonfires appearing. You have no clue what’s going on, but you're sure that if you were to find out, it would only make you roll your eyes.
You sip your cup, listening to the gossip some of the nurses were sharing. Men can be such pigs. Their stories made you feel so glad you have found Ace.
“My kind can be such beasts.” A new voice appeared next to you. Izou.
You smiled at him, “Can you tell me you haven’t acted accordingly?” You teased him while hiding a smile behind your cup.
“I’m certain when I was a young boy, I may have slipped once or twice, but now as a man, I try to behave as such.”
“Mm, Izou the ladies’ man, a Casanova. I can picture you breaking a few hearts here and there.”
“I never said I was a heartbreaker, little miss.” He leaned back, swirling the drink in his hand.
“Even then, I can assure you there were women who were more than happy to be defiled by you.”
He shook his head and laughed, “Defiled, really? And how would you even know that? Not that I did anyone wrong.”
“Cause look at you, Izou.”
“Care to elaborate?”
You looked him in the eyes. It might be the liquid courage in your system or the teeny tiny crush you had always harboured on the man from the land of Wa, but you felt in a particularly flirty mood.
Izou had been the object of your fantasies when you had first joined Whitebeard’s crew. Strong, intelligent, well-mannered, and level-headed. Not to omit, how drop-dead handsome, gorgeous he is. A treat to the eyes.
That was, until you met Ace, who captured you with his fierceness, the fire in his heart and eyes had conquered your entire being. Since then, you had never dared look in any other direction.
But a girl can wonder, sometimes.
Izou met your stare. Unwavering, an eyebrow arching, daring you to say more.
Tension began filling the environment. Electricity could be felt in the air. For once, you didn’t feel like a young girl having a one-sided crush on an older man, but it was mutual, a desire that was reciprocated and even welcomed by the man in front of you.
Lost in your own little world, you missed the burning presence next to you. You both did.
“There you are, baby!” Your boyfriend said, pressing a loud and wet kiss on your cheek.
“Ace! H-hey!” You stuttered. Startled, your heart raced. Shit.
“Whatchu doing?” He appeared calm, his usual merry self, but you knew better. His eyes continued scanning you. He turned to the older man, giving him the same treatment.
Izou is not an easy-to-fluster man. He just looked at your boyfriend, unbothered. “Nothing. We were just talking.”
“Mm.” He wasn’t buying it, but if he was planning on doing something, he didn’t act on it immediately. He placed a small kiss on your naked shoulder, “wanna dance?”
You simply nodded, not trusting yourself with words.
You were in the middle of the crew-appointed dance floor. Ace was behind you, his chest pressed against your back, slowly moving you two to the song’s tempo. His hands pet the skin of your waist, going under the fabric of your top.
You are nervous. Your breathing is uneven, sweat slowly forming on the back of your neck, and your hands are slightly shaking.
“What’s got you so tense?” He whispered in your ear, making you flinch. Oh gods, he’s onto you.
“Nothing, nothing. I’m just a bit tired.”
“Mm.” His fingers traced small circles on your belly, and ghost bumps covered the area. He pressed himself closer to you, “or could it be the fact that you were whoring yourself out to Izou?”
“Ace!” You gasped.
“What? You're gonna act like you weren’t? I saw you. You were giving him eyes and not even being shy about it.” He gripped your waist, hard, digging his nails into it, marking you. You would complain if it didn’t send shivers down your spine.
“It was harmless flirting; we were just joking around.” You try to deflect.
“Yeah? It looked like an invitation to me. Don’t think I have forgotten about the thing you had for him when I met you.”
“It was a harmless crush; it was ages ago.” You defended yourself.
“Was it? Cause your body says something else.” His hand began trailing down. His fingers slither down your skirt, going past your core and touching your legs before making their way up into your panties, “so, if I were to touch here, you won’t be wet.”
“Ace!” You tried pushing his hand away, looking around to make sure no one was looking at you two.
His fingers pushed aside your underwear before diving into your folds. You were soaked. “Would you look at that; your body is more honest than you.” He tsk. “You are wet.”
Your nails bit his wrist; you closed your eyes, trying to mentally escape the situation.
“Who made you this wet? Was it me, your boyfriend, or was it Izou?”
You whimpered, unable to do anything else.
He grabbed your core with his entire hand, pushing you against his angry bulge, “Answer me.”
“Ace...” You mumbled, flustered.
He pulled his hand from your cunt and grabbed you by the arm. Dragging you across the ship, down the stairs, and into the commanders’ quarters. First, second, third...
“Ace, your room is back...”
“Shut up.” He continued his journey down the hall.
The number sixteen showed up on the door in front of you. Your eyes opened loud and wide, you looked at him and shook your head, “No, Ace, this is too much, he’s got no...”
“Oh, so you aren’t shy enough to throw yourself at him, but too much of a prude to fuck on his bed?” He pushed you against the door, trapping you.
He took you by the neck, turning your head away. His lips were on you in a second, sucking and biting on the skin, and small, angry marks began forming under his attack. His hands went to your ass, squeezing it harshly, alternating between it and your thighs.
Continuing his journey, he pushed your top down, your tits now spilling out, presented on a silver platter. His lips closed around the erect buds, teeth pulling on them, ripping moans out of your mouth.
Ace is a passionate lover. He’s teasing, impulsive, and kinky, yet he’s sure to be careful with you, making sure you are always comfortable. But right now, that Ace has abandoned you. This one is hungry, eager to prove to you, the crew, and Izou who you belong to.
He drops to his knees and is quick to get rid of your skirt and panties, disregarding them somewhere in the hall. Your legs are trembling, and while you are hyperaware of anyone coming and catching you, there’s excitement hiding behind your concern. His hands open your legs, and his mouth doesn't hesitate the second he gets access to your cunt, licking and sucking on every single part of your skin. Your lover knows your body better than you and is sure to use that against you. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it mercilessly, making you throw your head back and dig your hands in his hair, pushing his head even closer to you. Saliva and arousal make their way down your thighs, his neck, and the floor. His fingers join, torturing your sensitive walls, pushing and looking for that spot that makes your knees falter.
He took himself away from your core, “Do you think Izou can make you feel like I do?”, he ran his tongue across your slit, making you whimper and thrash your legs.
“Ace...” You whined.
“Tell me. Can Izou fuck you like I can?” The thrusting of his fingers gets rougher, and his thumb pushes on your clit.
Nonsense escapes your mouth, your mouth too far gone to form any coherent phrases.
You are sure that if anyone were to come even close to the stairs, they could hear you and how wet you are. Begging him to go to his room is useless; he’s too stubborn to do this, right here, right now, right in Izou’s quarters.
His mouth attaches to your clitoris, and his fingers are determined to make you cum. One of your hands pulls him by his hair, the other desperately grounds your body to the door; you don’t trust your legs for support.
Ace fulfils his purpose and makes you cum on his mouth. His fingers leave your insides and rub themselves against your vulva, prolonging your orgasm. Your nerves are on fire, begging for mercy, but he’s got no plans of relenting.
He opens the door, shoving you inside and making you land on the foot of the bed. He gets rid of your top and pushes his trousers down. His cock is angry. Rock hard, long, thick, slightly curved, a tone darker than the rest of his body, and some small freckles cover it.
You act on autopilot and lean in to take him into your mouth, but he pushes your head away.
“Nah. You don’t deserve to suck my cock. Only good girls get to do that, and tonight you decided to act like a whore for Izou.” He puts his hat on top of your head, “Get up.”
And you do as he says.
He sits down on the bed, manspreading, “sit on me.” Just as you are getting on top of him, facing him, he stops you, “the other way.”
“Oh.”
Your back meets his chest, his hands go down to grab your knees, and spread your legs wide open. This position makes you feel quite dirty, so exposed, so naked. Flush travels to your cheeks and chest, and you can’t help but close your eyes. Ace grabs his cock and slaps it against your pussy, smacking your clit and making you flinch.
“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”
With no warning, he thrusts inside you. He gives you no time to adjust, plunging in and out of your soaked pussy, with no regard. Mewls and cries come out of you with no care. Your head feels like it’s filled with cotton, and the only thing you can feel is every vein and the velvet texture of his skin.
His mouth is close to your neck, he bites and assaults it with his teeth, causing big, red patches to appear quickly along with the earlier ones. You know what his goal is and know that you’ll probably regret it in the morning, but right now, it only makes you clench harder around him.
“Ace! Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good!” Your wails make him feel weirdly proud, the satisfaction that only he can see you like this, touch like this.
“Yeah, baby? You like it?” His next thrust hit harder.
“Yes!” Tears now come down from your eyes. You toss your head back, and his canines dig into your shoulders, making you arch your back even further.
“Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Who’s fucking you this good?”
You continue moaning, but that isn’t enough for him.
“Answer me.” He adjusts his pacing, slowing down. You thrash in his arms, desperate for more stimulation, “Say it!”
You whine.
“Isn’t this a bit excessive, Ace?”
Your head snaps back up in a second. Your eyes open wide as your mouth gasps, your legs trying to close and cover yourself, “shit, Izou!”
He’s leaning on the door, arms crossed. Even if the look on his face is calm, collected, the flush on his cheeks gives away his true feelings. His pink kimono falls from one of his shoulders, giving you a brief look of his chest; his usual lipstick is smudged, and his updo looks a tad dishevelled. There’s no doubt, he’s drunk.
Ace doesn’t say anything, just glares at the Commander.
“Fucking a lady on another man’s bed is not very gentlemanly, Ace.” His words may be serious, but his eyes can’t help but explore your body, landing on your breasts.
You are trembling, and your body can’t lie; having Izou look at you this way does things to you. Your core throbs. And Ace can feel it.
The grip on your thighs tightens, he opens your legs and exposes you to the older man’s lustful stare, “just making sure you know your place, Izou.”
Ace fucks you harder, proving a point. His name leaves your lips again and again; you cry every time his head bumps on your cervix; he hits every spot that makes you drool and squirm; one of his hands goes to your clit and flicks it.
In between tears, you look at Izou, who can’t seem to look away, but doesn’t dare come closer, admiring you from afar. If you were to look closer, you could see the bulge forming under his clothes.
“You look divine, honey.”
Oh, gods. You don’t know what to do. Everything’s becoming too much. Ace’s touch. Izou’s eyes and words. You feel the knot in your stomach forming, rapidly, but along it is a weird sensation that’s got you squealing. You’ve never felt this hot, this full. What’s happening?
Ace won’t stop; his thrusts are unstoppable, and his hands grip you everywhere. You can hear his own moans and breaths, “Fuck, baby! Cum for me, come on, show him who you belong to.”
And you are there; you are right there.
When Izou looks you in the eyes and mouths, “cum.”
Squirt goes everywhere. Soaking deeply the sheets underneath you, your body, and Ace’s, the floor. For a second, you black out. Everything’s blurred and mumbled, your body aches, and your core beats painfully. You are overstimulated. And what brings you back is the feeling of your boyfriend’s seed filling you up.
Ace whines and moans your name as he comes down his high. Sweat covers his eyebrows, his eyes close, and his entire face is flushed. He’s tired but feels quite proud of his actions, “shit, I came a lot.”
You groan in response.
Izou shakes his head, amused, “You are a brat, Ace. Take care of her, listen to her needs. She seems to be into a... more experienced hand.” And with that, he left to attend... urging matters.
︵︵ portgas d. ace loves when you mark him. whenever he sees those thin red lines painted all over his back, he gets all giddy. he's not sure why. maybe it's something about you marking territory, getting all possessive on him; or maybe it's about remembering the night before, how good your pussy choked his cock, how you cried his name over and over again, not caring about the other hearing. might be both, honestly.
oh, but when you wake up and walk over to him, and all that covers your pretty neck are his bite marks and bruises, that excitement boils even hotter. he loves when you mark him, yet he loves to mark you even more. to let the whitebeards know who you, the sexy little ship's nurse, belonged to, to make memory of that mindblowing fuck from the previous night, to see the delicate skin of your neck—and other body parts that the rest don't get to see—peppered with evidence of how much you drive him insane. it gets him absolutely feral. so much so, that he immediately pulls you by the arm back into your room, ready to relive the night before and make some new hickeys.
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