One piece reacts to you holding their hand when in need of comfort/reminder that they are there.
Zoro doesnât flinch when you hold his hand, itâs happened more then once, he has yet to see you do similar with the rest of the crew, but he wasnât about to say anything about how you always seem to come to him for comfort and security.
He wasnât complaining as it only meant he was doing his job, growing stronger and cementing himself as someone strong enough, brave enough for others to find solace within. Zoro took pride in the work he had put in himself to get where he was now, he was even proud that you even thought of him as a source of comfort in the first place, and feeling no fear when you reached for his calloused hand that wasnât perched upon the hilts of his swords.
He caresses his thumb against the back of your hand in a way to reassure you that nothing would happen when under his protection, nothing wouldn't dare harm a hair on your head when his reflexes were seemingly faster then light on most occasions, he had made himself an vow to himself to keep being your safe haven and your source of comfort.
Buggy almost jolts out of his skin when he feels you hold his hand out of the blue. Heâs never known someone to touch him out of their own free will, not unless it was to beat him up at least, so feeling you grab his hand on instinct made him tense up before realising why you did what you did.
You were in search of something to ground yourself to and ironically he was the closet thing you could get your hands on, something to keep you steady and he was the one you automatically deemed safe enough to hold onto, at least just until this feeling of uncertainty passes you by.
Buggy would feel an sense of pride that out of everyone you could've possibly have picked from, you had chosen him to be your sense of normality and someone you associated with saftey and security, not that Buggy was complaining -not at all- as it only gave him an sense of purpose and he wasn't about to take your trust in him for granted.
He even puffs out his chest like a cocky bird and held your hand even tighter, and maybe even leaving you with it when he had some stuff to do, smiling ever so slightly when he felt you squeeze it and acting as though there isn't a warmth within his chest. Buggy is just happy that he could be useful and not a punching bag for once and he has you to thank.
Ace grips your hand immediately and squeezes it multiple times to reassure you that he was there, that he was real and he wasnât going to let anything get to you. If anything he grips your hand with equal strength to show you that he held you in the same regard, that while he is your source of comfort you were just as much his source of comfort.
He felt as though he was the luckiest man alive to be chosen as then one person you go to when facing uncertainty and were at a geuine loss, feeling as though he wasn't worth your trust and companionship, thining that there were more better suiting people instead of him. Yet here you were proven his innermost thoughts wrong, holding his hand as though you'd be lost if you were to ever let go, which were things that only warmed Ace's heart tenfold.
His smile couldn't have been more wider then it ever had when your holding his hand as though it held all the awnsers you saught after, unafraid of the flames that he could easily conjure with a single snap of his fingers, treating it as though it was something sacred and only something you entrusted him to bear witness to it.
Ace felt as though he was within a picture perfect dream, not believing that this was reality until he felt the warmth of your palm push agaisnt his own, the twitch of your fingers and how you seemed to need to reassure yourself that he was real. At least he wasn't alone in such a feeling, feeling compelled to keep holding your hand if it meant being each others constant reminder that this was your shared reality, for he wouldn't about to let you wander this life alone in the dark when he could easily light thr way for you instead.
could you write something about him making his gf squirt for the first time please đ
of courseeeeee !!!! (reader in this in vv fucked out lmao)
"aww baby, it's okay. shh. don't worry." he chuckles in your ear as his fingers collect your slick from your drooling hole. he presses a kiss to your cheek, your shaky hands wrapping weakly around his wristâ eyes glued shut.
" m,m â my ,, pussyâ sensitive,, ace !" you whine, wiggling in his hold only for him to laugh in your ear, placing a kiss below your jaw. he wiggles the two fingers he has inside your cunt, thumb grazing over your swollen clit. "so tight." he mumbles into your skin, pressing two fingers into the spongy part inside of you, causing you to yelp.
he feels your pussy convulse around his fingersâ tight, loose, tight, looseâ so fucking hot, he thinks. you're sweating as you attempt to open your eyes and look at your boyfriend beside you. you can make out a sly grin on his features, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed a soft pink hue.
"a-ace..."
"yeah?"
" 'm g'nna cum." you whine, hips bucking into his fingers. it feels different you note, almost like something inside of you is about to burstâ about to shoot out.
"come on, cum. i want ya t'cum all over my fingers. yeah? you want to?" his fingers speed up and he strengthens the thrusts behind his fingers into your sloppy cunt. you chant his name as you begin to reach your climax, legs attempting to close as you let out a loud cryâ ace slapping a hand over your mouth.
it squelches, and splashes everywhereâ drenching his arm and the sheets, the squirt rolls down the beaded bracelet he has on his wrist. he keeps fingering you until you squirt so much that the only thing that's coming out of you is small trickles .
you lay limp in his arms as he pulls out his fingers from your now loose pussy. he removes his hand from your mouth and just stares in awe, at your disheveled hairâ at your sweat-soaked skin, drool-laced lips, and smiles.
"that was so fucking hot." he laughs out, pulling you closer to himâ he'll fuck you later, but now, he just wants to be close to you.
"my dick is so hard it hurts." he whines into your shoulder.
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you were clung onto ace's back as he did his push ups and you were babbling about whatever. this had become an almost everyday routine between you two when he worked out. he wanted to make himself stronger and having you on his back as extra weight was perfect for him â plus he loved hearing you yap to him and he loved the warmth of your body against his.
as he did his umpteenth push up of the day, your fingers accidentally grazed over his nipples while you had been trying to adjust yourself. if you weren't flushed up against him, you would have missed the tiny gasp that left his lips and the way his body had tensed, even though it was just for a second.
you smiled to yourself as you thought of a way of teasing your boyfriend.
you continued to go on with what you were talking about but now your fingers were slowly circling around his areola, just close enough to his nipples to give him a sliver of pleasure. you could hear his breathing getting more ragged and the tips of his ears turning a bright red. your plan was working and you wanted to see how long you could keep this going.
your fingers flicked over one of his nipple and a quiet whimper spilled from ace's lips. "what was that, honey?", you asked innocently, your index hovering over his now hardened bud.
"n-nothing, sweetheart," he mumbled out, lowering himself near to the ground before pushing back up. "what were you saying?"
you pouted at the lack of reaction from him but you weren't going to give up. as you kept harping on, and truthfully you didn't even really know what you were talking about, your fingers continued to rub over his nipples in slow circles. you could hear him letting out those soft, sweet noises that had your panties staining and core growing hot.
gosh, he was such a dream.
he suddenly dropped himself to the ground, mumbling something to himself under his breath. "what are you saying?", you asked him, brushing away the wet strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.
he looked back to you, a smirk plastered on his face and scoffed. "you really know how to rile me up, don't ya doll?"
⧠đđ: Smut, bondage, ur favs being a subđ€ 18+ only!!!
âTied him down to my queen bed.â
He laid against your bedsheets, fully naked with all his ripped muscles on display for you. Wrists tightly tied together with a natural silk material above his head. More silk was wrapped around his biceps and the top of his chest. Two pretty bows were drooping down his pecs and wrists. âAre enjoying this, [âŠ]?â He asks, a confident smile on his lips. Heâs also blindfolded, the color matching with the silk on his wrists.
You seductively smirk and crawl onto the bed, hovering above him dressed in your favorite lingerie set. He could feel your tits near his face and he held back the urge to launch forward to feel them against his mouth. âI am actually. Good to see you being submissive for a change.â You coo, taking an acrylic nail to trail down his chest towards his crafted abs. He shivers, eyebrows furrowing at your sweet touch.
âEnjoy it while you can. Iâm not going to break so easily.â He chuckles under his breath, feeling his bare dick twitch in the air. You have an amused expression as you tilt your gaze back to his thick cock below his delicious v-line. Your finger trailing turns into your entire hand sliding down his body, wrapping your fingers around his veiny dick. He immediately twitches more into your hand, his facial expression full of yearning.
âWeâll see about that, handsome.â
âTease him just enough to hate me.â
You grab the cocoa butter oil from beside your lover, opening the plastic top with a click. He silently gulps underneath you. âW-What was that noise?â You turn the bottle upside down, watching the oil drip down onto his pecs with a sweet smile. âIâm oiling you up, handsome.â The oil is then poured in a shaky motion against his clenching abs, painting him in stripes of oil like a zebra glazed donut.
âNghâŠfeels cold.â He chuckles under his breath, wiggling a little against the covers. It felt good too, his dick twitching as it began to leak precum from his mushroom tip. âYou can take it.â You taunt, rubbing your palms sensually against his oiled muscular stomach. He takes a sharp inhale as his hips buck up, his yearning cock thrusting into nothing. âFuck me...I don't know if I can, baby.â He whines a bit.
Your hands gently massage into his hard rigid stomach, soon sliding up under the silk bow to grasps at his juicy pecs. Squeezing his chest while biting the bottom of your glossy lip, smirking. âMhm, sure you can. Youâve told me to take it and I did just like the good girl I am. Now itâs your turn.â You say, voice just like honey. He felt your hands rub oil into him as he sighed out, lips trembling as he threw his head back against the pillows.
âPleaseâŠplease, [âŠ]. I just need your pussy. On my face, dick, thighs I donât c-care. Please, baby.â He begs in a hoarse moan. Underneath the silk blindfold, his eyes begged to see you properly for himself. He bet you looked so sexy being all dominant towards him. You softly laugh in response and it makes his dick throb. He then feels you touch against his puffy nipples, rolling them in between your fingers as he bucks his hips up again.
âD-DamnâŠthat feels good.â He groans, sputtering over his words from your teasing. Gosh, he didnât know much longer he could take you torturing his body. The bead of precum from his tip starts to gently roll down the underside of his veiny cock. âUgh, I can't take it anymore. Pleaseâ I need it so bad, sweetheart!â He groans with furrowed eyebrows, his strong body sitting up from the pillows. âLay back down.â You scold, pushing his body back into bed.
Itâs pathetic how he throbbed even more from that action alone, along with your beautiful voice. âFuck.â He breathes out, whining desperately. Thick dick fully hard, just twitching and throbbing as it cries for some stimulation. âC'mon, baby. You gotta be my good boy if you wanna cum.â You coo again, enjoying how slutty he looked. All desperate for you. âY-Yes maâam...â He complies in a whimper.
âTied it tight enough, he canât break free.â
âBabyohmygoshhhhh.â He hoarsely moans out with drool sliding down his jaw, feeling your pussy rubbing your slick all on the underside of his veiny cock. Your pussy lips subtly wrapped around his girth, sitting on his thighs as you grind into him with a pant. It was like you were riding him, except you were humping his dick like you were in heat. Your hand palmed the front of his cock, all warm and hard against you.
âSuch a good boy fâme. Fuck...just look at that dick, baby. Weeping and begging for me to ride him, huh? Such a slut.â You moan with a soft laugh, teasing him. He cried out another moan, frustrated tears staining his blindfold. âYes, [âŠ] i-it is! Ugh fuckkâ I canât do this shit!â He groans while tears slip down his cheeks. Wrists tugging hard against the tight silk bow restraints. So tight even his muscles were useless. Damn.
His hips buck up to slide his deprived dick against your sopping pussy, his tip brushing into your clit as you moan, eyes fluttering a bit. He does it again on purpose, his tip accidentally slipping into your creamy hole for a split second. âOuuuu fuck! P-Please fuck me already! I've been a good boy. Your good boy, ma'am.â He sobs out a moan, a small pool of saliva on his chest from how much heâs cried for your cunt.
Your flustered face watched your man struggle in pleasure under you. Because of you. Your clit throbbed and more arousal gushed out of your pussy to drench against him. You could tell heâs had enough and despite you wanting to keep teasing, you decide to have mercy on him. âOkay, baby. âM gonna give it to you.â You moan, hovering above him again to press a soft kiss to his wet cheek.
His lips form into a happy smile, big dick jumping against your thighs near your wet smudged pussy. âT-Thank you, [âŠ].â
âKeep him waiting âtil he try.â
âT-Thank y-youuuuuu!â He stammers a loud moan, eyes rolling back in pleasure underneath the silk mask as your pussy finally slid down onto his cock. Big inches disappearing inside your tight fluttering hole. Your ass smooshed against his muscular thighs, pretty moans leaving your glossy lips from how big he was. His balls clench at the feeling of your warmth eating him alive. Oh he had so much cum to give you.
After getting somewhat used to your loverâs size, you use your strength to lift your hips up to start bouncing on his dick, pussy sliding up and down as your ass recoils against his thighs. âSo fucking b-big, handsome.â You gasp a moan while your eyes narrow in pleasure. His head quickly tilted back into the pillows, silently screaming in pleasure. âO-OhâŠngh oh m-my gosh.â He cried, voice hoarse from his earlier begging.
His slight veiny hands grab the air, long fingers wishing they could grab onto your ass, waist, titties, anything. The silk restraints were just too damn tight. Your hands then grab onto his waist for support, acrylic nails softly digging into his abs. It felt so good. Bouncing continuously as your throbbing clit brushed against his happy trail. âOh fuuuck, you taking it like a good boy, baby?â You moan, staring through your lashes.
He quickly nods while tugging against his silk wrists, feeling his blindfold start to slip a bit. His back arches a bit off the bed too. âUh huh! Iâm taking your pretty pussy, s-sweetheart. Feels l-like Iâm g-gonna cum.â He groans with a moan. His dick was throbbing inside of you, hard. You could see his pussy drunk face start to become visible as the silk revealed one of his eyes. It was all teary as his eyebrow was furrowed in pleasure.
âYou think you deserve to cum, love?â You huff out while riding him faster, slamming your pussy onto his throbbing girth, soaking all over him. He could see how much you were creaming on his cock as his tip kissed your cervix with each bounce you gave him. Thick white ring around the base of his dick. Saliva slid down his lip as his mouth went agape from how good you looked and felt. âY-Yes I do!â He pleaded.
He suddenly thrusted his strong hips up to fuck his dick back into you, biting his bottom lip. The silk blindfold finally slipped off from how much movement you two were making, revealing his flushed fucked out face. âM-Milk my cock, baby! Take it all from me p-please.â He loudly begged, all needy for you to make him cum inside you. You feel louder moans leave your throat from how sexy he looked.
You both fucked each other so good as his thrusts met your skillful bouncing. It was like two pretty puzzle pieces fitting together. A perfect picture. His teary eyes took in your lingerie covered tits bouncing in front of him, your boobs straining against the bra. âI-Iâm gonna f-fucking cum.â He admits in slur, yearning eyes staring into your half lidded ones. You clench greedily around his cock as your hips move faster.
âYouâve gotta say please.â You whine out a moan, fingers digging deeper into his waist. The sensitivity from it went straight to his dick as he felt his balls clench. He could feel the nut starting to quickly travel up to escape his tip as your pussy kept stroking it up and down against the sheets. âMmph fucking please, baby! P-Please I need it so badly!â He loudly begged in a sob, like the world was about to end.
âYouâre such a good boy. S-So good. Câmon cum for me, handsome.â You moan with a dazed smile on your lips. His pleasure filled eyes flutter as his wrists and arms finally overpower the silk bows, tearing it in its entirety. Your eyes widen and before you get to speak, a hand wraps around your throat to lightly choke you. Lips pressed against your glossy ones as you moan, feeling your back hit against the bed as his strong hips fuck into you.
Thighs spread wide open while he loudly whined into the kiss, feeling his tortured cock finally sinking deep into you by his own terms. It throbbed repeatedly as he began nutting inside of you, his bare muscular body shaking against your lingerie covered one. âFuckfuckâmcummimgsohard.â He groans against your lips, using his other hand to quickly rub your clit. One more deep thrust into your g-spot had you gushing on him, orgasming together as you sweetly moan.
my heart belongs to you | portgas d. ace x fem!reader
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control â wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you.
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cw/tags: fem!reader, x reader, college/modern!au, drinking/getting drunk, slight tw for sexual harassment, smut!!, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), backshots (reader receiving), missionary sex, and other things I probably forgot, if there's grammar errors no there isn't, MDNI pls!!
Itâs nine PM on a Friday night and your lively red-headed roommate is, yet again, attempting to drag you out from the warmth of your fluffy sheets. Nami fixes herself in the mirror, running her gold hoops through the healed tissue of her delicate ears. She was dressed in a noisy costume that resembled a belly dancer, her purple/blue skirt jingling as if to announce every movement. Sheâd mentioned a party with an âArabian Nightsâ theme. Whatâs a PWI without a little cultural appropriation?
ââCause Iâve just spent my entire day studying for my chem midterm thatâs in a week! I canât afford to fail this one or I swear Iâm gonna drop out,â you responded, hands covering your face with an exasperated sigh. It was times like these where you seriously regretted declaring a STEM major.Â
âOh come on! You trap yourself in this dorm all day, [y/n]. Why donât you just let loose for one night? I promise you itâll be fun!âÂ
Namiâs big, warm eyes tempted you for a moment. Getting your mind to focus on literally anything other than the impending exam enticed you. Whatâs the harm in blowing off a bit of steam? Â
âI donât even have anything to-âÂ
Before you could even complete that sentence, Nami raises a nearly identical outfit to the one on her body. Her teasing smirk revealed that she had gotten what she wanted. After all, it was hard saying no to her. You let out a frustrated sigh, âI hate you.âÂ
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You stared at your exposed chest in the mirror, overanalyzing the way the thin, almost see-through fabric hugged your waist. There was extra room surrounding your chest, which made sense considering the top was meant to fit your blessed friend just right. Youâve never been the most secure person, body issues being your number one enemy. Comparison is the thief of joy, they say. However, no matter which way you poked and prodded at your dismal appearance, Nami never failed to boost your confidence.Â
âYouâre stunning!â she exclaimed, taking your hand and twirling you around. This playful gesture was rewarded with a soft smile from your lips. âSeriously, these guys are gonna be all over you.âÂ
âIâm not sure if I want that,â you chuckled, your laughter trailing off into a shy smile. Your hands instinctively wrapped around your exposed stomach, hugging yourself to accessorize the foreign look with a familiar feeling.Â
Nami collected her things, disregarding your last comment, almost as if she was purposely ignoring you. âAs long as we have fun, itâll be a good night. Now, letâs go before the guys change their mind! Luffy and the others are already downstairs, probably looking like creeps waiting for someone to key them in.âÂ
You gave Nami a hearty laugh, recalling the last time youâd gone out. A tipsy Luffy and high Usopp trying to convince residents to let them enter your building after a small pregame had been a recipe for disaster. They made sure to let you know how many times theyâd been met with âhell noâ-âs and weird stares. Eventually, Zoro was able to coax someone into letting only him in, which hadnât been hard since many of the girls favored the captain of the schoolâs ice hockey team.Â
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Arriving at the party had been enough of an adventure to make you want to crawl back in bed. The chill of the early October air prickled your skin, foreshadowing the âBikinis and Beaniesâ season that was upcoming for every frat to exploit. The catcalling and wandering eyes that followed your every move is what really sent chills down your spine. Youâd never been perceived so much at once that it was becoming overwhelming. Sanji, the observant gentleman he is, caught on to your discomfort, âSomething the matter, princess?âÂ
His unrelenting corny nicknames had earned their fair share of grievances over the last few months, so much so that youâve learned to completely ignore them overall.
 âNuh uh, just cold. Thanks though,â you gave him a soft smile, despite the fact that you really just wanted to go back to your dorm. When youâd turn back around, he made sure to glare menacingly at the groups of men who made you feel uncomfortable. Only Iâm allowed to bother these girls, he thought to himself.Â
After weaving through multiple sweaty bodies, bumping into not-so-friendly women (and men), and risking your feet getting crushed under the weight of the crowd, you guys had finally made your way in. Thanks to Zoro and Luffyâs street cred, passing through âsecurityâ had been a breeze. A quick dap-up and head nod from the pair was enough to let your group of seven pass through smoothly. It wasnât long before the crew dispersed â you, Nami, and Robin making your way to the drinks (with Sanji following close behind, of course); Luffy and Usopp spotting some friends in a nearby corner; and Zoro bee-lining to the back of the party to partake in his usual wallflower activities, surveying the area in case something went down. A brief pang of sadness struck your heart as you watched Zoroâs back move in silence. The small ember of feelings lingered from your unrequited crush. Youâd never dare tell him about your feelings though, secretly hoping that they would subside to avoid conflict within the group.Â
You turned back to your girlfriends, a red solo cup already meeting your gaze. Nami gives you a knowing smirk, âLooks like youâre gonna need this.â
Nami and Robin had known about your crush for quite some time, for they were the only members of your group to be trusting enough not to tell Zoro. You gladly accepted the mystery beverage, Iâll figure out whatâs in it sooner or later. As the cup met your lips, your tongue was greeted with a sweet and sour flavor, accompanied by a burning sensation down your throat. Your brows furrowed instinctively, wincing at the horrid flavor, but gradually accepted the drink into your mouth. Youâd always hated the process of getting drunk, but it was always worth it when youâd leave the party a giggly (and flirty) mess.Â
âHow is it?â Robin queried, although she already knew the answer based on your initial reaction.Â
âOh itâs terrible,â you stated bluntly, followed by a giggle from each of you. âBut I know itâll be worth it so whatâs the harm?â
Little did you know, the âharmâ would arrive later, a consequence of your drunken attempt to clear your mind from the yearning.Â
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It was well into the night, music still blasting from every direction and no sign of the party dying down. Luffy had spotted a familiar face in the crowd of sweaty, gyrating bodies on his way to the bathroom (or at least he hoped he had, the alcohol made his vision a bit wobbly).Â
âThat you, Ace??â he shouted, gaining the attention of the muscular man. He wore long black pants with a red scarf tied around his waistband. His shaggy black hair fit snugly under an orange cap, small beads of sweat allowing some of its strands to stick to his forehead just right. It wasnât until Luffy could make out the constellation of freckles on his rosy cheeks and the thick tattoo down his arm that read âASCEâ, that he could officially identify his older brother. Â
âLuffy!â the man beamed. âWhatâs up? I didnât know youâd be here! Hey guys, this is my little brother, Luffy!âÂ
Ace wasnât your typical âolder brotherâ. Despite being three years older than him, Ace had never been ashamed or embarrassed of Luffy, but rather, embraced him proudly whenever he came around. It was the other way around, really, Ace always meddling into Luffyâs business and Luffy pushing him away. Which is why when Ace pulled him into a headlock, ruffling up his brotherâs hair, Luffy pleaded to be set free, âOh câmon Ace! Let me go already!âÂ
Aceâs booming belly laughter combined with Luffyâs grunts and giggles attracted the attention of people around them, including your group. Itâs not everyday you see a guy and his bungling kid brother tussle at a frat party.Â
âIs thatâŠLuffy?â Robin asked, her slender fingers pointing in the direction past your left shoulder. You turned around, immediately laying eyes on the scene of flailing arms and legs. The shorter, more lean figure uttered something loud and obnoxious, you presume. However, you missed it entirely, as your focus was set on the big, sculpted bicep that held your friend in place.Â
â...and Ace, I guess,â Nami added, her voice tinged with annoyance, bothered that they had begun to cause such a scene.Â
âWait, thatâs Ace??âÂ
Luffy had mentioned his older brothers Ace and Sabo before, but failed to acknowledge that one of those boys was incredibly beautiful. Then, as if he had heard your inner thoughts, the young man lifted his head, meeting your gaze from across the room. His strikingly dark eyes burned a hole right through yours, filling your entire body up with a familiar kind of electricity youâve only felt once before. You felt your cheeks flush instantly, turning back around swiftly to avoid eye contact any longer. So much for âliquid courage,â you thought to yourself. Your bashful reaction made the man smile, releasing his brother and slinging an arm around Luffyâs shoulders, guiding him through the sea of people to approach your group. Anxiety flowed through your entire nervous system as you heard large footsteps advancing toward you.Â
âHello ladies,â Ace greeted, his voice deeper and mellow compared to the enthusiasm that filled it moments ago.Â
Nami scoffed, Was he trying to make himself sound cooler? âWhat brings you here, Ace?âÂ
âOh câmon Nami, you know my school is socially dead. Itâs community college â everyone goes to class then gets the hell out,â Ace stated plainly. âPlus the parties here are some of the best Iâve been to.Â
You felt the presence of the man directly behind you, the warmth of his sweaty body lingering around the small of your back. At this point youâd still avoided eye contact, not even turning around to acknowledge the pair behind you. Without even realizing it, you began to nibble at the edge of the plastic cup, a nervous tick you had developed in these social settings.Â
Ace knew that you were avoiding him, sparking his interest in you just a little more. âAnd whoâs this?âÂ
You winced upon hearing the smile in his voice, cursing yourself for being so awkward. You decided to blame it on the alcohol, after all, you were a little rusty coming back into the party scene.Â
âOh! Thatâs [y/n]!â Luffy exclaimed. He was always excited to introduce you to new people because he knew you were a little timid. âSheâs totally awesome and one of my best friends and- wait,â the boy turned to you, a puzzled look flashing across his face, âWhatâre you actinâ so shy for, [y/n]?? Itâs just Ace.âÂ
Geez Luffy, any more obvious???? You took a deep breath and finally decided to turn around, greeting your goofy friend with a tight smile and a âIâll kill youâ look in your eyes. As you reluctantly take a step forward to bring Luffy into a hug, Ace shifts to the side to make room for the both of you. Luffy, completely absorbed in an alternate reality due to his drunkenness, gladly accepts your embrace. He lifts you into the air and twirls you around, the spinning room colliding with the alcohol in your system. When he (not very gracefully) places you back on the floor, you stumble a little bit from the buzz, almost as if the spinning accelerated the intoxication process. The brown strapped sandals that Nami had lent you didnât help ground you either, lacking their usual traction from excessive use. Suddenly, you feel firm, hot hands stabilizing your exposed waist. Your breath hitched suddenly, uh oh.Â
âWoah there,â Ace chuckled, âYou okay?âÂ
You hadnât even spoken a single word to this man, yet made several embarrassing attempts to keep it that way. Mortified, you decided that you had to redeem yourself somehow. The easiest way to cope with embarrassment has always been your sense of humor, so thatâs exactly what you did.Â
Opposed to stiffening in his grasp, you relaxed and rested your back onto his bare chest. You could feel the rise and fall, taking in the feeling of his solid pecs on your shoulder blades. As you turned your head to meet the manâs gaze, your eyes trailed the path from his glistening collarbones, to his brawny neck and tracing the sharpness of his jaw. You admired the way his jet black hair contrasted with his fair, peachy skin, allowing yourself to wonder how good he would look with a summer tan. To your surprise, Ace had already been looking down, waiting for your soft eyes to meet his gaze.Â
Your eyes quickly flickered to his lips, and then back to his eyes. With the retort already in mind, you smirked, anticipating his reaction to the words about to leave your lips, âYâknow, I usually let a guy take me out on a date before I let him start touching me.âÂ
You had still been chuckling at the jab you threw at the man that you almost missed the words that followed, âThen maybe you should go out with me.â
Ace had said it so matter-of-factly that you couldâve played it off as someone casually making conversation next to you. The smug grin on his face is not exactly helping. What??Â
The amusement that colored your face quickly bled into horror, taken aback by the certainty of his voice. Peeling yourself off of him, you escaped his grasp and turned your body to face him correctly. A deep scoff and the giggles from your friends helped reel you back into reality.Â
âYeah right,â you scoffed. It wasnât exactly what you wanted to say, but you couldnât really just accept a date from a man you just met. Yes, youâd been one of Luffyâs (many) best friendâs, however, this friendship was an entirely new development.Â
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Youâd met Luffy and his crew at the beginning of your first semester at the university. It was a warm summer evening, the blazing September sun setting on your move-in day. You watched the mixture of vibrant oranges and pinks color the sky from your dorm window, when a sudden burst of commotion startled you. Nami had burst through the door with a large suitcase in her left hand and tote bag in her right.Â
âGod, Luffy, can you wait five seconds?! These heavy ass bags already make it nearly impossible to open the door so the last thing I need is your fatass breathing down my neck-â Nami cut her outburst short when she saw you standing and staring at her with a frightened look in your eyes. âOh my god, I am so sorry! Iâm Nami.âÂ
She placed her bags down and extended a hand out to you, her fingers and wrist decorated with dainty golden rings and bangles. You nearly experienced whiplash adjusting to the sudden switch in her demeanor. Reluctantly, you took her hand, worried that if you hadnât youâd be met with the same wrath. Taking a peek over her shoulder, you spotted the source of her anger, grimacing and mocking her with rolled eyes. However, this childish act ceased when he noticed you looking at him, holding back your laughter.Â
âIâm [y/n]âŠand I take it that you must be Luffy,â you extended your hand to the boy, his firm and eager hand immediately taking yours.Â
âYup! Just ignore her, she doesnât know what sheâs talking about. I was totally helping!âÂ
âYeah, if the helping was you whining and begging for something to eat, you definitely succeeded!âÂ
After you had helped Nami finish moving into your shared room, they had both invited you out with them to explore the college town. From there you met the rest of the group: Robin, Vivi, Usopp, Sanji, and Zoro. It was this very first night where you fell in love with the groupâs dynamic. Their lively attitude and close bond made you feel as if you had known them your whole life, providing you with a sense of both friendship and family. Luffy and his group had become your home-away-from-home.Â
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It was until this very moment, however, where you let your mind indulge in selfish thoughts. You had cursed yourself for meeting such a loving and forgiving group of people, wishing that you could break the forbidden rule of hooking up with your best friendâs brother for just one night.
Luffy glared at his older brother and groaned, âAce can you stop flirting with my friends?? [y/n] would never wanna go out with an ape like you.âÂ
âYeah whatever,â Ace chuckled lightly. Whether it was the alcohol or delusion that fed your mind, you couldnât help notice the hint of embarrassment in his tone. âIâll catch you guys later. It was a pleasure meeting you, [y/n].âÂ
The man tipped his hat in your direction, accompanying the gesture with a small wink. You couldnât help but blush, âBye Ace.âÂ
As Ace begins to make his way back to his group, Luffy follows suit, saying his goodbyes and looking to return to Usopp. You giggle at the sight of Luffy carelessly bumping into others, brushing them off when they start bitching at him for being so clumsy.Â
âSoooo, it looks like Ace has taken a liking to you,â Vivi teased with a knowing smile. Your group had met up with hers around the drinks table, unaware that she was even at this party.
âDoes..that happen often?â you asked, worried that you had just fallen for the stereotypical fuck-boy tactic of wooing you solely for his entertainment.Â
Nami chimes in, her lips smacking after finishing her drink, âNot necessarily, Ace just has a naturally flirty personality. At some point I thought he wanted me until I realized thatâs just who he is â a flirty, more handsome version of Luffy.â
The thought of Ace taking an interest in Nami suddenly made your mouth go sour, a pit of envy and sadness twisting in your stomach. Then, as if she had noticed the discomfort on your face, Nami reassured you, âBut I promise he doesnât! Like I said, heâs just naturally flirty so thereâs nothing there at all. Like seriously, never in a million years.âÂ
âItâs okay Nami,â you chuckled. âItâs not like Iâd actually go after him. Thatâs crazy! I could never do that to Luffy. Plus Iâve already toed the line with my feelings for ZoroâŠI just could never risk losing someone so close to me.âÂ
The feeling of Zoroâs name rolling off your tongue stung, wishing youâd been using it under a different circumstance. Zoro had always failed to reciprocate your feelings, whether that was laughing off your flirty advances toward him or just simply putting you in the friend zone.Â
âYou know youâre one of my best friends, right?â was his famous line, a sweet gesture considering youâd seen him let other girls down more harshly. The truth was that Zoro hadnât been interested in anything romantic with anyone. Sure, he flirted and entertained girls here and there, but it never went further than a clean cut hook up. He had been more concerned with achieving his personal goals â fulfilling his duties as becoming a great hockey player and creating a name for himself in the big leagues. He believed that a craving for a ârealâ romance would be a wasteful distraction. Of course, you didnât know that (or chose not to believe it anyway). Reminiscing on such embarrassing and pathetic memories stung your throat, scolding yourself for being so bold back then. The embarrassment rising in your throat caused you to quickly grab another cup, nearly filling it to the brim with the similar concoction you had begun to drink earlier only with more alcohol.
âHey, are you okay [y/n]?â Robin asked, her sincere voice filled with concern.Â
You took a long sip, hoping to wash away the discomfort. Turning to the blue-eyed woman, you flashed her an attempt of a soft smile, âNever been better.â
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The events of the night began to blend together hazily, the alcohol almost completely consuming you at this point. Your feet felt light, almost as if you were floating through the party, your heavy eyelids being the only thing weighing you down. Eventually, your bladder had angrily let you know it was time to relieve itself before humiliating you in the sea of people. Nami and the girls asked if you needed any help making your way over to the bathroom but you assured them youâd be okay. It wasnât until you got a considerable distance away from your group that you realized you actually didnât know where the bathroom was. The obnoxiously loud music and the half-shrugs of drunken bystanders led you to a dead end. It wasnât until you noticed a familiar silhouette that you began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, that light quickly faded when you realized that your saving grace was the king of getting lost â Roronoa Zoro himself.Â
You swallowed your pride after a small fit of whining and dragged your feet over to the young man leaning against the wall, silently praying that he at least knew the bathroomâs general direction. The sharp sensation that consumed the lower half of your body was suddenly redirected to your stomach at the sight before you, causing you to stop in your tracks. Zoro was talking to someoneâŠand that someone was a girl. You could make out the dark, harsh shadow that traced his jawline moving slowly, whispering something intently into the girlâs ear. The smug grin on his rosy lips let you know that he wasnât just talking to her, but flirting. And by the look on her face, he was doing it well, her dark eyes filled with lust and mischief. She began to play with the thin gold chain that draped across his collarbone, twirling it in between her long, slender fingers. Tears began to prickle behind your eyes, a lump forming in your throat as you passed the scene, refusing to make eye contact. I didnât want your fucking help anyway.Â
The combination of tears and intoxication made it incredibly hard to see, feeling your way through the crowd as your only form of navigation. You hadnât been watching where you were going â all you knew was that you needed to find a bathroom and STAT. This fit of jealousy and carelessness led you straight into a hard surface, which would have easily been mistaken for a wall had you not felt the squishiness of flesh that accompanied it. It wasnât long before you realized that you had run head-first into someoneâs spine, causing them to frantically turn around.Â
âHey! Watch where youâre-â the irritated voice began, however, it became soft immediately upon seeing the expression on your face. â[y/n]? What's the matter??âÂ
Removing the hand from your forehead after the dull pain subsided, you made eye contact with the tall figure. The tight squeezing of your eyes had finally let the tears fall, small streaks of black trickling down your cheeks. The person you collided with was none other than Portgas D. Ace. He gently began to wipe the tears away, his large hand cupping your jaw and the other resting on your bare shoulder. The tenderness behind his every move made you melt into his touch. You had no time to feel embarrassed or sorry for yourself as the stinging in your bladder had returned once again.Â
âI really need to use the bathroom,â was all you could muster between the soft sobs that escaped your lips. Ace chuckled softly, relieved that you hadnât been in any actual danger.Â
âCâmon Iâll show you,â he said, lightly grabbing your hand and guiding you through the masses of people. Unfortunately for you, he had been leading you right back to where Zoro had been. It turns out the bathroom was directly adjacent to where he had made his post for the night. Only a few more steps and you wouldâve made it (almost) scotch-free.Â
You couldâve fell to your knees at the sight of a free bathroom with no line, a rare commodity at any college party. You threw a brief âthanksâ at Ace, fumbling with the door knob as the pain of an overly full bladder consumes your entire being. After relieving yourself, you stared deeply into your own eyes, your reflection warped and swaying like a fun-house mirror. You began to breathe heavily, hunched over the sink attempting to sober yourself up so you wouldnât get lost on the way back to Namiâs groupâalso so they wouldnât notice that you had been crying. The more you stared, the more you noticed how disheveled you truly were: dried mascara smeared across your cheeks, your lip liner and gloss completely gone, hair frizzy and sticking to your sweaty forehead. Wow so this night actually could get worse. Quickly, you cleaned your face up with your fingers and some warm water, figuring everyone was too drunk to notice the difference. Reapplying your staple lip combination, you assure yourself that itâs close enough to the way you always wear it.Â
Upon leaving the bathroom, youâre met with the hairy chest of a larger man, beads of sweat allowing his olive skin to glisten under the faint hallway light. Startled from the sudden contact, you jump back, a small squeal escaping your throat.Â
âShit, sorry!â you shout, hoping the man can hear you over the blaring music. His eyes are drooping and his movements are slowed, the pungent smell of alcohol radiating off his body. You attempt to scooch your way past him, however, he blocks your path by putting his arm against the doorframe. The remnants of alcohol now clash with his disgusting body odor, the smell so strong itâs enough to make you heave.Â
âWhereyaâ off to, beautiful?â the strange man slurs, his lips turning up into an awkward smirk. This cannot be happening right now.Â
You scoff, growing more and more irritated by the second. The last thing you needed right now was to be harassed by a disgusting frat brother at a party you begrudgingly agreed to attend.Â
âNowhere that should concern you,â you stated curtly, hoping the man would take the hint that you were completely uninterested.Â
You aggressively shoved his arm out of the way, clearing an opening for your escape. However, you hadnât even gotten four paces away from the scene when you felt a harsh grip pulling on your arm. Horrified at the audacity, you turn around and meet the manâs drunken glaze, his face still decorated with that terrible grin.Â
âDude! Leave me the fuck alone!â you exclaim, tugging your arm in an attempt to escape his death grip.Â
âOh câmonn,â he hiccuped, âDonât be like that. I can show yaâ a gâd time, ya know?âÂ
It wasnât long until you realized that trying to escape was going to be a lot harder than you had anticipated. As the man began to drag you further into the dark abyss of the empty restroom, your breath hitched and your heart began to race. Whatever trace of alcohol that had plagued your system merely a few minutes prior was now completely gone, the adrenaline kick-starting your fight-or-flight. You frantically begin to search around, praying to the heavens above that someone, anyone, would come to your aid. The rapid breathing made it extremely hard to speak, let alone scream.Â
âPlease, just let me go,â you pleaded, sobs beginning to get caught on the lump in your throat. Youâd heard of the horror stories of girls who had been taken advantage of at events like these, never imagining that it would happen to you.Â
Seconds before you had accepted your fate, a blur of a fleshy pink ball flashed across your face, the wind from its speed grazing your nose. The man holding you captive was suddenly thrown into the wall, a loud crash following the sound of blood splattering. The party suddenly went still, the air thick with tension. You snapped your head around, your eyes landing on Ace, who had been glaring intensely at the unconscious figure on the floor.Â
âShe said to leave her alone, asshole!â he shouted, his booming voice startling you. His gaze quickly met yours, and suddenly, Aceâs dark eyes had color to them. The aged yellowish lighting of the overhead lamp illuminated the deep chestnut brown that lined his pupils, bleeding into a fiery amber. Aceâs expression immediately softened upon noticing the frightened look across your face, âAre you okay?â
His eyes darted to the bruised imprint of the manâs hand that colored your arm. Aceâs brows furrowed as he watched you wince, a stinging pain radiating through your arm as you attempted to wave him off, âYeah Iâm okay. Thank you, AceâÂ
Swarms of bystanders rush to the scene, some recording on their phones, others whispering and muttering âwhat the fuckâ-s and âwhat just happenedâ-s as they attempt to assess the situation. The adrenaline quickly wears off as you realize what just happened, a pit forming in your stomach and tears stinging your eyes for the millionth time, unsure if you had any left to cry. Ace gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you away from the scene, wincing slightly from the contact. He scans the crowd for familiar faces, hoping to see Luffy or anyone that would be able to take better care of you in this situation. He understands that he cannot properly tend to your needs because doesnât know you. Heâs afraid of hurting you any further, afraid of saying or doing something inappropriate that could lead you to resent him in the future.Â
âDo you know where Luffy is?â he asks you, voiced riddled with urgency. He huffs a strained sigh when you shake your head, his rosy lips flapping as he blows a small raspberry. âOkay, Iâll just take you to Namiâsheâll know what to d-âÂ
The music is suddenly cut, the clamoring of confused voices and boos filling the room. A large man climbs on top of a rather unstable and disgusting table, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his announcement, âIF YOURE NOT A BROTHER, FUCKING A BROTHER, OR IF YOURE PORTGAS D. ACE THEN GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE WE CALL THE COPS!!!âÂ
You and Ace turn to each other and immediately lock eyes, your wide-eyed expressions mirroring each other. A sinister smirk creeps onto the man's face as he begins to chuckle, his velvet eyelashes brushing against his freckled cheeks as he begins to laugh harder. Annoyed groans fill the room as people begin to make their way out of the party, one voice in particular muttering a ânot againâ. Ace fully latches on to your wrist now, his large, calloused hands enveloping your soft skin. He rushes you through the sea of people, holding onto his hat as he quickly weaves in between them. Occasionally, heâll look back at you to make sure youâre still in one piece as you try to keep up with him. Based on his mischievous attitude, you infer that this was not his first rodeo.Â
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It turns out that Ace had accumulated many fraternity enemies, usually for keeping the brothers in check and correcting their disgusting habits.Â
âServing justice is apparently frowned upon nowadays,â Ace had retorted. The two of you had taken refuge on a curb a few houses down from the scene of the party, the cold pavement scratching your hardly-covered thighs. You brought your knees to your chest to seek some warmth, the heat from the man next to you helped ease the chill that prickled your skin. Aceâs charming sarcasm made it easy to talk to him, almost as if you two had been friends for years.Â
âSo what made you choose community college â not that itâs bad or anything!â you reassured, hoping your innocent curiosity didnât come off as ignorantly presumptuous. âI just ask because Luffy attends the university, so I wonder whyâŠyou didnât do the same?âÂ
Ace gives you a soft smile, letting you know that he was not at all offended by your question. âIt definitely wasnât my first choice, but I realized that it wouldâve been much easier to be closer to home.â
You notice the way he nervously fidgets with the ends of his shorts, pinching and twisting the fabric into intricate positions. I really shouldn't pry...
"Listen, we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to. Trust me, I get how uncomfortable these things can be," you chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.
"It's no big deal, really," Ace replied, a warm smile creeping across his face. He turned to look into the early morning sky, the faint constellation of the night's stars remaining. You traced the sharp curve of his jawline with your eyes, soaking in all of the features you had failed to notice before. In the crook of his neck, you found a cluster of freckles that had made their home there. You memorized the way his hair pooled at the base of his neck, dusky waves surrounding his delicate skin. His dark eyes flickered back and forth as they traced the stars â you could almost see the words he was trying to begin with.
"I never enjoyed my father's presence, not that he was at home much anyway. He always pushed my brothers and I to 'follow in his footsteps,' even though we made it abundantly clear we wanted nothing to do with him," Ace scoffed, the venom in his words causing him to grimace. The down curve of his lips accentuated the small scar that rested on his bottom lip. "He never cared much for any of us, always leaving for days on end. Hell, I got so used to him being gone that I had to step in and help my mom raise my two brothers. His main target was always Luffy, just cause he's the youngest he thought he could easily be manipulated. That obviously didn't get him very far though â you know how hardheaded Luffy can be when he really sets his mind to stuff."
You chuckled softly at the thought, oh do I ever. The memory of the time Luffy had helped you rearrange your dorm sprang into your mind. It was originally Nami's idea, believing that a "change of scenery" would help clear her mind from her impending statistics exam. Luffy had relentlessly insisted that you loft your bed a little higher to "make more room for activities," ultimately clearing some of the clutter that gathered across the floor. You had argued that it would make getting comfortable in your bed 1000x more difficult. However, as much as you pleaded, Luffy refused to listen to you, believing that it was his way or the high way. You reluctantly gave in to his suggestion (which had actually been an incredible upgrade as you were able to organize the room much easier â but you'd never admit that to Luffy).
"Yeah, he's a handful," you smiled, deciding to relieve your hair from its exhausted updo. "but I love him, nonetheless. He talks a lot about you, y'know."
Ace smiled, "Yeah well, it wasn't always like that. At the same time, him and I always butted heads â selfishly, I wanted him to stay closer to home to help me with mom, while he wanted to get away and have his own freedom. It took me a while to realize that I was just projecting my feelings onto him, a funny habit I learned from my father"
You hadn't expected to get on such a vulnerable level with Portgas D. Ace, but here you were â sitting on a curb listening to him open up about his childhood. The way his body completely relaxed while he spoke to you made you forget about your romantic feelings toward him. The facade of the flirty older brother had slipped. Instead, the comfortable silence between you two allowed you to admire him at a respectable distance, taking in every syllable that escaped his lips as he revealed his heart to you.
"...which is why when he got accepted here, I knew that I had to let him go be his own man. I owe everything to my mother, and I just couldn't leave home knowing that her life would be a living hell."
"I'm glad it all worked out for you guys. Your selflessness led me to meet the best people I've ever met in my entire life," you jested, bumping into his side with your exposed shoulder. The ease surrounding you caused you to be a little more bold. "...including you. If it weren't for you tonight, I would've gotten seriously hurt. So thank you again, truly."
The air between you two grew unexpectedly warm, the gap filling in with his heat as he leaned in. His large, calloused hand gently cupped your jaw, tracing the smooth skin as if to memorize your delicate features. Ace's firm fingers raked through the hair that resides on the nape of your neck, pulling your closer to him. His lips stopped millimeters before clashing with yours, his breath mingling and teasing yours.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his honey-colored eyes burning holes into yours. Speechlessly, you nod your head, eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Your eagerness dragged a husky laugh from his throat "I was hoping you'd say that."
So much for non-romantic feelings
Ace's warm, plushy lips smashed into yours, drinking in the way you taste. His tongue peeked through to part your lips, creating an entrance to the deep labyrinth behind them. You allowed him to dominate the kiss, your back arching to meet his warm chest as you both breathe heavily into each other. Ace places a gentle hand on the small of your back, gesturing you to relax your weight into his arms. You do so with pleasure, using his strength as leverage to meet his pace. Your hands hungrily find their way into his hair, ruffling up the sides as you grip onto his jet black locks. The two of you momentarily break away, catching your breath before Ace's red-hot lips travel down your neck. He ravenously suckles on the exposed skin before biting down, causing you to huff a moan from the painful sensation. Your hands escaped from his hair as you brought his face to meet yours, the two of you smiling through the kiss as you briefly locked eyes. It was as if you had never sobered up â drunk on the pheromones and lust that radiated from his body. The two of you were so enveloped in each other that you hadn't noticed the large, white vehicle pull up in front of you. The moment was over as quickly as it began, a long, blaring horn echoing down the street. The sudden change in volume caused you to jump, Ace accidentally biting your bottom lip. You pulled away instantly, wiping your mouth and refusing to make eye contact with anyone as the horror settled in on what you had just done.
"Sanji??? What the hell are you doing here?!" you shouted angrily into the void, carving out the silhouette of the man in the driver's seat through the dimly lit tip of his cigarette.
"What am I doing here? You're the one perched up on the curb sucking face! Get in the car, I'm taking everyone back to the dorms."
"Don't worry, [y/n]!! Luffy's in the back passed out, didn't see a thing I promise!" Nami hiccuped, the slight slurring of her words alerted you that she was intoxicated.
Reluctantly, you enter through the side door, climbing over the seemingly lifeless bodies of your friends. A pang of guilt strikes your chest as your eyes land on Zoro, peacefully sleeping with Luffy on his shoulder. You quickly shake off the feeling, preventing your heart from getting caught in a web of conflict, spiraling out of control. Instead, you allow your heart to beat for someone else â turning back to Ace and giving him a warm smile as you take a seat next to his little brother.
"Why don't you join us? I'm sure your buddies won't mind you staying with one of the guys," you said, your random act of kindness earning a grimace from Sanji in the front seat, cursing you under his breath.
The glimmer in his eyes shifted from excitement to mischief, his bright smile curving into something more sinister, "Why don't I stay with you?"
Your breath hitches, the air in the car becoming tense as you feel pairs of wide eyes burning holes into the side of your face. Sanji nearly tips the car over as he whips his body around, the ash of the cigarette falling on the center console as his jaw hangs open. The boy behind you stirs as the Zoro wakes, his brows contorting into an expression of disgust and confusion.
"She's not easy, y'know" Zoro argues, his voice raspy from the combination of sleep and alcohol. "I know you're used to that kinda thing but [y/n] is different, so have someone else pick you up. There's not even room for you in here."
Ace's expression never faltered. In fact, it quirked into something even more playful as he shrugged, "Well then I guess [y/n] will just have to sit on my lap."
Your cheeks burned hot, anger and embarrassment morphing your face into a bright crimson. Why is Zoro acting out now?? Since when has he ever cared about my love life? Zoro sucked his teeth as he turned to face the window, huffing a sigh of frustration as he shook his head.
"Since when do you care?" you snapped, your previous bout of irritation rising in your throat.
"I don't. I'm just looking out for you," Zoro replied, hardly maintaining eye contact with you. He'd never admit this to your face, but you kinda scared him whenever you got upset â almost as much as Nami did.
"Well don't. I can make my own decisions." You stepped out of the car to make some room for Ace, whose eyes watched you with admiration. As soon as he made his way in, you hoisted yourself onto his lap, Ace's rough hands guiding you to a spot that was comfortable enough for the two of you. You had become hypersensitive to his touch â the feeling of Ace's legs spreading beneath you, the way his hands never left your waist, his warm breath huffing against your exposed back caused warmth to pool between your legs.
"Are we at McDonalds?" Luffy queried, his eyes half-open as he bobbles his head to assess the situation. His silly question relieved some of the tension that had built up in the car, everyone chuckling and releasing the breath they had been holding throughout the small quarrel.
"Lemme get a Big Mac and large fries," Usopp shouts from the back, his legs sprawled across Vivi and Robin's laps.
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After sneaking past the RA's room with a giggly Nami, Vivi offers to take her off your hands for the night.
"Don't worry [y/n], we'll take her for the night," the blue-haired woman smiled, "She can borrow a pair of my pajamas for now. I'll make sure she stays in one piece."
You gave her a small chuckle, thanking her and Robin for their service.
"Be safe and let me know if you need anything! We're just down the hall."
"Use protection!" Robin added, chuckling as you gave her a stern, mortified look.
Upon opening the door, you pave the way into your dorm room by picking up the articles of clothing left sprawled across the floor. You shove them into your closet quickly, hoping Ace hadn't seen the disgusting mess you and Nami left the room in. He did.
"You can take my bed if you want," you said, smoothing out your sheets and fluffing your pillows so that it's comfortable for your unexpected guest. Ace watched you as you did so, his bare back pressed against the large wooden door. He took note of the way your back arched to pull the sheets straight, your hair draping over your right shoulder to reveal the tone of your back muscles. His eyes traced over the curve of your ass, wishing your skirt had been just a little shorter so that he could see your silky legs. Using his heels, Ace pushed off the door and made his way over to you. You turn around to meet his gaze, attempting to read his thoughts through his dark eyes. His hands wrap around your waist as he leans in, planting a soft, yet hungry, kiss on your lips. Your arms travel to drape around his neck, pressing your body against his. Ace picks you up in one swift motion, gripping the back of your thighs for support as you straddle his waist.
Ace pulls away, lips a deep red and slick with your saliva mixed with his. "We both know that's not what you want."
His sly words worked their way straight down to your core, huffing a laugh as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, "Is it that obvious?"
Ace trails gentle kisses down your neck, his warmth bleeding across your skin as he works his way down your shoulder, "Maybe a little."
You cup his cheeks between your hands, bringing his attention back to your lips. Ace shifts your entire weight onto one of his arms, using his free hand to fumble with the strings of your top. Once undone, you shrug off the fabric, revealing the supple skin of your breasts. Ace spins around and throws you onto your fluffy comforter, admiring the way your tits bounced upon impact. You kept your arms raised by your head, allowing him to take in your curves as you maintained eye contact. Before you knew it, Ace is already fumbling with his shorts, kicking them off to reveal the length pitching underneath his boxers. He slowly peels off your long skirt, leaving just your white lacy panties. Ace makes room for himself between your legs, his hard cock grinding against your slick entrance. You gasped from the friction against your swollen clit, unsure of how you were gonna handle the way he would fill you up.
"Please, Ace. I need you," you gasped, begging him to take it further. You can feel his smile against your skin. Ace never would've taken you for the submissive type. Recognizing your request, Ace makes his way down to your core, leaving kisses from down your stomach to the inside of your thighs. Getting on his knees, Ace lifts you up from the small of your back, dragging you down to meet his mouth. He leaves small hickeys dangerously close to your already-throbbing cunt, biting and suckling the thin layer of skin that resides there. Frustrated from the teasing, you direct your attitude toward the black waves that decorate his head â tugging and ruffling his hair. Ace huffs a breathy laugh into your core, the warmth from his mouth causing your back to arch off the twin-sized mattress.
After what felt like ages of foreplay, Ace finally peels your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He places a long kiss onto your swollen clit before relieving you of your bottoms entirely. You spread your legs wider out of instinct, inviting him to drink in the way you taste. Ace brings your legs to rest over his shoulders as he dives into your core, hungrily exploring every fold with his tongue. His strong nose glides across your sensitive bud as he eats you out, his tongue rhythmically sliding in and out of your entrance. The sweet sounds of your slick against his mouth fill the room, your moans following closely behind. You begin to squirm underneath his grasp as you approach your climax, pressure building inside your stomach.
"I'm close, Ace" you plead breathlessly. "Please don't stop."
The trembling of your thighs was Ace's queue to increase his speed, lapping and suckling harder and faster to help you finish. He inserts his long, girth fingers into your slick entrance, hooking them up to find your sweet spot. The hiss of pleasure that escaped your mouth let him know that he succeeded, pumping his fingers in and out until your nectar coated them entirely.
"Fuck, Ace! I'm comingggnh ah-" you shouted, the combination of his strong fingers and his nimble tongue pushing you over the edge, your cunt squirting its sweet release all over his face and your freshly washed sheets.
"That's it, baby," Ace reassured, using his tongue to clean the mess from between your legs. He's always been a firm believer of prioritizing a woman's pleasure over his own, making sure you were attended to before he got his share. Once his hunger was satisfied (and you were a pulsing, shaking mess), Ace placed a kiss on your lips, giving you a taste of your own slick. Hungrily, you accepted the favor â wrestling against his tongue to absorb every fiber of his being. Ace pulls away abruptly, moving upward to nestle his mouth into your ear.
"Get up and turn around," he ordered, pulling back to give you enough room to do so. You complied with ease, climbing onto all-fours waiting for his next command. Ace places a firm hand between your shoulder blades, slowly applying pressure to push your chest and face into the mattress. He grabs a handful of your ass, playing with the plump flesh that steadies before him, ready to take him in at a moment's notice. Ace frees his pulsing cock from the confines of his boxers, lining his dripping tip with your buzzing entrance. Gripping onto your hips to stabilize himself, Ace slowly inserts himself into you, memorizing the way you snugly fit around him. A loud groan escaped your lips as you feel Ace bottom out, his cock being way bigger than you had expected. You gripped the sheets underneath you as he began to slide in and out of you, the friction both painful and overwhelmingly good as you're still riding out your previous orgasm.
"God you feel so good," Ace moans, eyes mesmerized on the way you bounce off his cock. Your slow, rhythmic pace increases as you crave more and more of his length, pushing your ass into his hips as you rock your own. You can feel Ace's hips buck and tense as your core pulses along his sensitive shaft, a rewarding whimper fleeing from his lips. "Fuck [y/n], slow down."
Strings of saliva connect your mouth and the sheet beneath you as you lift your head, turning around to meet Ace's eyes. You huff a laugh as you sinisterly decide to use your effect on the man behind you to your advantage. "Pull my hair, Ace."
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control â wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you. Ace's concentrated expression quickly faltered, a mix of shock and excitement flushing his cheeks. "You sure?"
You nodded breathlessly, maintaining eye contact becoming more difficult as his pace quickens. He crouches over and plants kisses down the nape of your neck, traveling further down your spine as his lips mingling with the beads of sweat that pool in your curves. Ace places one final kiss before grabbing a fistful of your hair, swiftly wrapping it multiple times around his large hands to ensure a tight grip. The stinging sensation from your scalp causes you to wince, a moan of pain overrides the previous melodies that poured from your throat. Ace immediately loosens his grip, checking in and making sure you were okay.
"We can stop if it hurts too much," he reassures. You cursed yourself for worrying him, and let him know that you were okay and wanted to keep going. Ace trusted your word, easing back into his rhythm. The sounds of flesh slapping together fill the room as his pace quickens once more â this time you can feel Ace's knees begin to buckle as he reaches his climax. Sweet moans and whimpers rise from your throat, you thighs shaking as you come dangerously close to finishing once more.
"Don't come yet," Ace ordered, the authority in his voice returning, thick and firm. "I wanna see how beautiful you look when you do it all over my cock."
Before you could argue with him to keep going, he pulls out and flips you onto your back. The hair that was once in his firm grasp was now pooled behind your head, wet and sticky from your sweat and his mingling in his palm. Ace makes himself comfortable in the space between your thighs, scooping his arms underneath you to lift your chest to his mouth. He places kisses along your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples as he suckles gently on the skin. Slowly, he inserts himself back into your slick entrance, navigating through your warmth to find the center of your pleasure point.
Your face contorts into an expression you were entirely unaware of being able to create, eyes lolling to the back of your head as Ace slams into your g-spot just right. The words of encouragement that coaxed out from his mouth pushed you further and further to the edge, "That's it, baby. Just relax. You're doing great, mama."
"Fuck Ace, please go faster," you pant, begging him to ravage your body. Thankfully, he complied â quickening his pace, leaving loving bites on the soft skin of your shoulders. Ace's gaze returned to yours, watching intently as you reach your climax. He grips the handles on your waist as you shake and moan uncontrollably beneath him, letting you ride out your orgasm before releasing his own. You feel the thick ropes of Ace's cum fill you up, his pace slowing to watch the river of white pour out of your already-leaking hole. Ace releases you from his grasp, placing one final kiss on your cheek as he pulls out.
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"Luffy's gonna hate me y'know," Ace teased, playing with strands of your hair as he spoons you from behind. The two of you had abandoned the soiled sheets and cuddled beneath one of your clean back-up blankets. Laundry day is gonna be a pain.
"He's gonna have to get through me first," you retorted, chuckling breathlessly as you catch your breath. Every problem, every stressor you had completely washed away at this moment. It was as if you had never felt peace and contentment until this very moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Nami would put this night into your never-ending pool of debt.
y'all have no idea how long this fic took me omg my chains are gone and i've been set free. but jokes aside this is one of my favorite things i have ever written and i hope u enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :))
my heart belongs to you | portgas d. ace x fem!reader
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control â wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you.
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cw/tags: fem!reader, x reader, college/modern!au, drinking/getting drunk, slight tw for sexual harassment, smut!!, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), backshots (reader receiving), missionary sex, and other things I probably forgot, if there's grammar errors no there isn't, MDNI pls!!
Itâs nine PM on a Friday night and your lively red-headed roommate is, yet again, attempting to drag you out from the warmth of your fluffy sheets. Nami fixes herself in the mirror, running her gold hoops through the healed tissue of her delicate ears. She was dressed in a noisy costume that resembled a belly dancer, her purple/blue skirt jingling as if to announce every movement. Sheâd mentioned a party with an âArabian Nightsâ theme. Whatâs a PWI without a little cultural appropriation?
ââCause Iâve just spent my entire day studying for my chem midterm thatâs in a week! I canât afford to fail this one or I swear Iâm gonna drop out,â you responded, hands covering your face with an exasperated sigh. It was times like these where you seriously regretted declaring a STEM major.Â
âOh come on! You trap yourself in this dorm all day, [y/n]. Why donât you just let loose for one night? I promise you itâll be fun!âÂ
Namiâs big, warm eyes tempted you for a moment. Getting your mind to focus on literally anything other than the impending exam enticed you. Whatâs the harm in blowing off a bit of steam? Â
âI donât even have anything to-âÂ
Before you could even complete that sentence, Nami raises a nearly identical outfit to the one on her body. Her teasing smirk revealed that she had gotten what she wanted. After all, it was hard saying no to her. You let out a frustrated sigh, âI hate you.âÂ
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You stared at your exposed chest in the mirror, overanalyzing the way the thin, almost see-through fabric hugged your waist. There was extra room surrounding your chest, which made sense considering the top was meant to fit your blessed friend just right. Youâve never been the most secure person, body issues being your number one enemy. Comparison is the thief of joy, they say. However, no matter which way you poked and prodded at your dismal appearance, Nami never failed to boost your confidence.Â
âYouâre stunning!â she exclaimed, taking your hand and twirling you around. This playful gesture was rewarded with a soft smile from your lips. âSeriously, these guys are gonna be all over you.âÂ
âIâm not sure if I want that,â you chuckled, your laughter trailing off into a shy smile. Your hands instinctively wrapped around your exposed stomach, hugging yourself to accessorize the foreign look with a familiar feeling.Â
Nami collected her things, disregarding your last comment, almost as if she was purposely ignoring you. âAs long as we have fun, itâll be a good night. Now, letâs go before the guys change their mind! Luffy and the others are already downstairs, probably looking like creeps waiting for someone to key them in.âÂ
You gave Nami a hearty laugh, recalling the last time youâd gone out. A tipsy Luffy and high Usopp trying to convince residents to let them enter your building after a small pregame had been a recipe for disaster. They made sure to let you know how many times theyâd been met with âhell noâ-âs and weird stares. Eventually, Zoro was able to coax someone into letting only him in, which hadnât been hard since many of the girls favored the captain of the schoolâs ice hockey team.Â
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Arriving at the party had been enough of an adventure to make you want to crawl back in bed. The chill of the early October air prickled your skin, foreshadowing the âBikinis and Beaniesâ season that was upcoming for every frat to exploit. The catcalling and wandering eyes that followed your every move is what really sent chills down your spine. Youâd never been perceived so much at once that it was becoming overwhelming. Sanji, the observant gentleman he is, caught on to your discomfort, âSomething the matter, princess?âÂ
His unrelenting corny nicknames had earned their fair share of grievances over the last few months, so much so that youâve learned to completely ignore them overall.
 âNuh uh, just cold. Thanks though,â you gave him a soft smile, despite the fact that you really just wanted to go back to your dorm. When youâd turn back around, he made sure to glare menacingly at the groups of men who made you feel uncomfortable. Only Iâm allowed to bother these girls, he thought to himself.Â
After weaving through multiple sweaty bodies, bumping into not-so-friendly women (and men), and risking your feet getting crushed under the weight of the crowd, you guys had finally made your way in. Thanks to Zoro and Luffyâs street cred, passing through âsecurityâ had been a breeze. A quick dap-up and head nod from the pair was enough to let your group of seven pass through smoothly. It wasnât long before the crew dispersed â you, Nami, and Robin making your way to the drinks (with Sanji following close behind, of course); Luffy and Usopp spotting some friends in a nearby corner; and Zoro bee-lining to the back of the party to partake in his usual wallflower activities, surveying the area in case something went down. A brief pang of sadness struck your heart as you watched Zoroâs back move in silence. The small ember of feelings lingered from your unrequited crush. Youâd never dare tell him about your feelings though, secretly hoping that they would subside to avoid conflict within the group.Â
You turned back to your girlfriends, a red solo cup already meeting your gaze. Nami gives you a knowing smirk, âLooks like youâre gonna need this.â
Nami and Robin had known about your crush for quite some time, for they were the only members of your group to be trusting enough not to tell Zoro. You gladly accepted the mystery beverage, Iâll figure out whatâs in it sooner or later. As the cup met your lips, your tongue was greeted with a sweet and sour flavor, accompanied by a burning sensation down your throat. Your brows furrowed instinctively, wincing at the horrid flavor, but gradually accepted the drink into your mouth. Youâd always hated the process of getting drunk, but it was always worth it when youâd leave the party a giggly (and flirty) mess.Â
âHow is it?â Robin queried, although she already knew the answer based on your initial reaction.Â
âOh itâs terrible,â you stated bluntly, followed by a giggle from each of you. âBut I know itâll be worth it so whatâs the harm?â
Little did you know, the âharmâ would arrive later, a consequence of your drunken attempt to clear your mind from the yearning.Â
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It was well into the night, music still blasting from every direction and no sign of the party dying down. Luffy had spotted a familiar face in the crowd of sweaty, gyrating bodies on his way to the bathroom (or at least he hoped he had, the alcohol made his vision a bit wobbly).Â
âThat you, Ace??â he shouted, gaining the attention of the muscular man. He wore long black pants with a red scarf tied around his waistband. His shaggy black hair fit snugly under an orange cap, small beads of sweat allowing some of its strands to stick to his forehead just right. It wasnât until Luffy could make out the constellation of freckles on his rosy cheeks and the thick tattoo down his arm that read âASCEâ, that he could officially identify his older brother. Â
âLuffy!â the man beamed. âWhatâs up? I didnât know youâd be here! Hey guys, this is my little brother, Luffy!âÂ
Ace wasnât your typical âolder brotherâ. Despite being three years older than him, Ace had never been ashamed or embarrassed of Luffy, but rather, embraced him proudly whenever he came around. It was the other way around, really, Ace always meddling into Luffyâs business and Luffy pushing him away. Which is why when Ace pulled him into a headlock, ruffling up his brotherâs hair, Luffy pleaded to be set free, âOh câmon Ace! Let me go already!âÂ
Aceâs booming belly laughter combined with Luffyâs grunts and giggles attracted the attention of people around them, including your group. Itâs not everyday you see a guy and his bungling kid brother tussle at a frat party.Â
âIs thatâŠLuffy?â Robin asked, her slender fingers pointing in the direction past your left shoulder. You turned around, immediately laying eyes on the scene of flailing arms and legs. The shorter, more lean figure uttered something loud and obnoxious, you presume. However, you missed it entirely, as your focus was set on the big, sculpted bicep that held your friend in place.Â
â...and Ace, I guess,â Nami added, her voice tinged with annoyance, bothered that they had begun to cause such a scene.Â
âWait, thatâs Ace??âÂ
Luffy had mentioned his older brothers Ace and Sabo before, but failed to acknowledge that one of those boys was incredibly beautiful. Then, as if he had heard your inner thoughts, the young man lifted his head, meeting your gaze from across the room. His strikingly dark eyes burned a hole right through yours, filling your entire body up with a familiar kind of electricity youâve only felt once before. You felt your cheeks flush instantly, turning back around swiftly to avoid eye contact any longer. So much for âliquid courage,â you thought to yourself. Your bashful reaction made the man smile, releasing his brother and slinging an arm around Luffyâs shoulders, guiding him through the sea of people to approach your group. Anxiety flowed through your entire nervous system as you heard large footsteps advancing toward you.Â
âHello ladies,â Ace greeted, his voice deeper and mellow compared to the enthusiasm that filled it moments ago.Â
Nami scoffed, Was he trying to make himself sound cooler? âWhat brings you here, Ace?âÂ
âOh câmon Nami, you know my school is socially dead. Itâs community college â everyone goes to class then gets the hell out,â Ace stated plainly. âPlus the parties here are some of the best Iâve been to.Â
You felt the presence of the man directly behind you, the warmth of his sweaty body lingering around the small of your back. At this point youâd still avoided eye contact, not even turning around to acknowledge the pair behind you. Without even realizing it, you began to nibble at the edge of the plastic cup, a nervous tick you had developed in these social settings.Â
Ace knew that you were avoiding him, sparking his interest in you just a little more. âAnd whoâs this?âÂ
You winced upon hearing the smile in his voice, cursing yourself for being so awkward. You decided to blame it on the alcohol, after all, you were a little rusty coming back into the party scene.Â
âOh! Thatâs [y/n]!â Luffy exclaimed. He was always excited to introduce you to new people because he knew you were a little timid. âSheâs totally awesome and one of my best friends and- wait,â the boy turned to you, a puzzled look flashing across his face, âWhatâre you actinâ so shy for, [y/n]?? Itâs just Ace.âÂ
Geez Luffy, any more obvious???? You took a deep breath and finally decided to turn around, greeting your goofy friend with a tight smile and a âIâll kill youâ look in your eyes. As you reluctantly take a step forward to bring Luffy into a hug, Ace shifts to the side to make room for the both of you. Luffy, completely absorbed in an alternate reality due to his drunkenness, gladly accepts your embrace. He lifts you into the air and twirls you around, the spinning room colliding with the alcohol in your system. When he (not very gracefully) places you back on the floor, you stumble a little bit from the buzz, almost as if the spinning accelerated the intoxication process. The brown strapped sandals that Nami had lent you didnât help ground you either, lacking their usual traction from excessive use. Suddenly, you feel firm, hot hands stabilizing your exposed waist. Your breath hitched suddenly, uh oh.Â
âWoah there,â Ace chuckled, âYou okay?âÂ
You hadnât even spoken a single word to this man, yet made several embarrassing attempts to keep it that way. Mortified, you decided that you had to redeem yourself somehow. The easiest way to cope with embarrassment has always been your sense of humor, so thatâs exactly what you did.Â
Opposed to stiffening in his grasp, you relaxed and rested your back onto his bare chest. You could feel the rise and fall, taking in the feeling of his solid pecs on your shoulder blades. As you turned your head to meet the manâs gaze, your eyes trailed the path from his glistening collarbones, to his brawny neck and tracing the sharpness of his jaw. You admired the way his jet black hair contrasted with his fair, peachy skin, allowing yourself to wonder how good he would look with a summer tan. To your surprise, Ace had already been looking down, waiting for your soft eyes to meet his gaze.Â
Your eyes quickly flickered to his lips, and then back to his eyes. With the retort already in mind, you smirked, anticipating his reaction to the words about to leave your lips, âYâknow, I usually let a guy take me out on a date before I let him start touching me.âÂ
You had still been chuckling at the jab you threw at the man that you almost missed the words that followed, âThen maybe you should go out with me.â
Ace had said it so matter-of-factly that you couldâve played it off as someone casually making conversation next to you. The smug grin on his face is not exactly helping. What??Â
The amusement that colored your face quickly bled into horror, taken aback by the certainty of his voice. Peeling yourself off of him, you escaped his grasp and turned your body to face him correctly. A deep scoff and the giggles from your friends helped reel you back into reality.Â
âYeah right,â you scoffed. It wasnât exactly what you wanted to say, but you couldnât really just accept a date from a man you just met. Yes, youâd been one of Luffyâs (many) best friendâs, however, this friendship was an entirely new development.Â
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Youâd met Luffy and his crew at the beginning of your first semester at the university. It was a warm summer evening, the blazing September sun setting on your move-in day. You watched the mixture of vibrant oranges and pinks color the sky from your dorm window, when a sudden burst of commotion startled you. Nami had burst through the door with a large suitcase in her left hand and tote bag in her right.Â
âGod, Luffy, can you wait five seconds?! These heavy ass bags already make it nearly impossible to open the door so the last thing I need is your fatass breathing down my neck-â Nami cut her outburst short when she saw you standing and staring at her with a frightened look in your eyes. âOh my god, I am so sorry! Iâm Nami.âÂ
She placed her bags down and extended a hand out to you, her fingers and wrist decorated with dainty golden rings and bangles. You nearly experienced whiplash adjusting to the sudden switch in her demeanor. Reluctantly, you took her hand, worried that if you hadnât youâd be met with the same wrath. Taking a peek over her shoulder, you spotted the source of her anger, grimacing and mocking her with rolled eyes. However, this childish act ceased when he noticed you looking at him, holding back your laughter.Â
âIâm [y/n]âŠand I take it that you must be Luffy,â you extended your hand to the boy, his firm and eager hand immediately taking yours.Â
âYup! Just ignore her, she doesnât know what sheâs talking about. I was totally helping!âÂ
âYeah, if the helping was you whining and begging for something to eat, you definitely succeeded!âÂ
After you had helped Nami finish moving into your shared room, they had both invited you out with them to explore the college town. From there you met the rest of the group: Robin, Vivi, Usopp, Sanji, and Zoro. It was this very first night where you fell in love with the groupâs dynamic. Their lively attitude and close bond made you feel as if you had known them your whole life, providing you with a sense of both friendship and family. Luffy and his group had become your home-away-from-home.Â
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It was until this very moment, however, where you let your mind indulge in selfish thoughts. You had cursed yourself for meeting such a loving and forgiving group of people, wishing that you could break the forbidden rule of hooking up with your best friendâs brother for just one night.
Luffy glared at his older brother and groaned, âAce can you stop flirting with my friends?? [y/n] would never wanna go out with an ape like you.âÂ
âYeah whatever,â Ace chuckled lightly. Whether it was the alcohol or delusion that fed your mind, you couldnât help notice the hint of embarrassment in his tone. âIâll catch you guys later. It was a pleasure meeting you, [y/n].âÂ
The man tipped his hat in your direction, accompanying the gesture with a small wink. You couldnât help but blush, âBye Ace.âÂ
As Ace begins to make his way back to his group, Luffy follows suit, saying his goodbyes and looking to return to Usopp. You giggle at the sight of Luffy carelessly bumping into others, brushing them off when they start bitching at him for being so clumsy.Â
âSoooo, it looks like Ace has taken a liking to you,â Vivi teased with a knowing smile. Your group had met up with hers around the drinks table, unaware that she was even at this party.
âDoes..that happen often?â you asked, worried that you had just fallen for the stereotypical fuck-boy tactic of wooing you solely for his entertainment.Â
Nami chimes in, her lips smacking after finishing her drink, âNot necessarily, Ace just has a naturally flirty personality. At some point I thought he wanted me until I realized thatâs just who he is â a flirty, more handsome version of Luffy.â
The thought of Ace taking an interest in Nami suddenly made your mouth go sour, a pit of envy and sadness twisting in your stomach. Then, as if she had noticed the discomfort on your face, Nami reassured you, âBut I promise he doesnât! Like I said, heâs just naturally flirty so thereâs nothing there at all. Like seriously, never in a million years.âÂ
âItâs okay Nami,â you chuckled. âItâs not like Iâd actually go after him. Thatâs crazy! I could never do that to Luffy. Plus Iâve already toed the line with my feelings for ZoroâŠI just could never risk losing someone so close to me.âÂ
The feeling of Zoroâs name rolling off your tongue stung, wishing youâd been using it under a different circumstance. Zoro had always failed to reciprocate your feelings, whether that was laughing off your flirty advances toward him or just simply putting you in the friend zone.Â
âYou know youâre one of my best friends, right?â was his famous line, a sweet gesture considering youâd seen him let other girls down more harshly. The truth was that Zoro hadnât been interested in anything romantic with anyone. Sure, he flirted and entertained girls here and there, but it never went further than a clean cut hook up. He had been more concerned with achieving his personal goals â fulfilling his duties as becoming a great hockey player and creating a name for himself in the big leagues. He believed that a craving for a ârealâ romance would be a wasteful distraction. Of course, you didnât know that (or chose not to believe it anyway). Reminiscing on such embarrassing and pathetic memories stung your throat, scolding yourself for being so bold back then. The embarrassment rising in your throat caused you to quickly grab another cup, nearly filling it to the brim with the similar concoction you had begun to drink earlier only with more alcohol.
âHey, are you okay [y/n]?â Robin asked, her sincere voice filled with concern.Â
You took a long sip, hoping to wash away the discomfort. Turning to the blue-eyed woman, you flashed her an attempt of a soft smile, âNever been better.â
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The events of the night began to blend together hazily, the alcohol almost completely consuming you at this point. Your feet felt light, almost as if you were floating through the party, your heavy eyelids being the only thing weighing you down. Eventually, your bladder had angrily let you know it was time to relieve itself before humiliating you in the sea of people. Nami and the girls asked if you needed any help making your way over to the bathroom but you assured them youâd be okay. It wasnât until you got a considerable distance away from your group that you realized you actually didnât know where the bathroom was. The obnoxiously loud music and the half-shrugs of drunken bystanders led you to a dead end. It wasnât until you noticed a familiar silhouette that you began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, that light quickly faded when you realized that your saving grace was the king of getting lost â Roronoa Zoro himself.Â
You swallowed your pride after a small fit of whining and dragged your feet over to the young man leaning against the wall, silently praying that he at least knew the bathroomâs general direction. The sharp sensation that consumed the lower half of your body was suddenly redirected to your stomach at the sight before you, causing you to stop in your tracks. Zoro was talking to someoneâŠand that someone was a girl. You could make out the dark, harsh shadow that traced his jawline moving slowly, whispering something intently into the girlâs ear. The smug grin on his rosy lips let you know that he wasnât just talking to her, but flirting. And by the look on her face, he was doing it well, her dark eyes filled with lust and mischief. She began to play with the thin gold chain that draped across his collarbone, twirling it in between her long, slender fingers. Tears began to prickle behind your eyes, a lump forming in your throat as you passed the scene, refusing to make eye contact. I didnât want your fucking help anyway.Â
The combination of tears and intoxication made it incredibly hard to see, feeling your way through the crowd as your only form of navigation. You hadnât been watching where you were going â all you knew was that you needed to find a bathroom and STAT. This fit of jealousy and carelessness led you straight into a hard surface, which would have easily been mistaken for a wall had you not felt the squishiness of flesh that accompanied it. It wasnât long before you realized that you had run head-first into someoneâs spine, causing them to frantically turn around.Â
âHey! Watch where youâre-â the irritated voice began, however, it became soft immediately upon seeing the expression on your face. â[y/n]? What's the matter??âÂ
Removing the hand from your forehead after the dull pain subsided, you made eye contact with the tall figure. The tight squeezing of your eyes had finally let the tears fall, small streaks of black trickling down your cheeks. The person you collided with was none other than Portgas D. Ace. He gently began to wipe the tears away, his large hand cupping your jaw and the other resting on your bare shoulder. The tenderness behind his every move made you melt into his touch. You had no time to feel embarrassed or sorry for yourself as the stinging in your bladder had returned once again.Â
âI really need to use the bathroom,â was all you could muster between the soft sobs that escaped your lips. Ace chuckled softly, relieved that you hadnât been in any actual danger.Â
âCâmon Iâll show you,â he said, lightly grabbing your hand and guiding you through the masses of people. Unfortunately for you, he had been leading you right back to where Zoro had been. It turns out the bathroom was directly adjacent to where he had made his post for the night. Only a few more steps and you wouldâve made it (almost) scotch-free.Â
You couldâve fell to your knees at the sight of a free bathroom with no line, a rare commodity at any college party. You threw a brief âthanksâ at Ace, fumbling with the door knob as the pain of an overly full bladder consumes your entire being. After relieving yourself, you stared deeply into your own eyes, your reflection warped and swaying like a fun-house mirror. You began to breathe heavily, hunched over the sink attempting to sober yourself up so you wouldnât get lost on the way back to Namiâs groupâalso so they wouldnât notice that you had been crying. The more you stared, the more you noticed how disheveled you truly were: dried mascara smeared across your cheeks, your lip liner and gloss completely gone, hair frizzy and sticking to your sweaty forehead. Wow so this night actually could get worse. Quickly, you cleaned your face up with your fingers and some warm water, figuring everyone was too drunk to notice the difference. Reapplying your staple lip combination, you assure yourself that itâs close enough to the way you always wear it.Â
Upon leaving the bathroom, youâre met with the hairy chest of a larger man, beads of sweat allowing his olive skin to glisten under the faint hallway light. Startled from the sudden contact, you jump back, a small squeal escaping your throat.Â
âShit, sorry!â you shout, hoping the man can hear you over the blaring music. His eyes are drooping and his movements are slowed, the pungent smell of alcohol radiating off his body. You attempt to scooch your way past him, however, he blocks your path by putting his arm against the doorframe. The remnants of alcohol now clash with his disgusting body odor, the smell so strong itâs enough to make you heave.Â
âWhereyaâ off to, beautiful?â the strange man slurs, his lips turning up into an awkward smirk. This cannot be happening right now.Â
You scoff, growing more and more irritated by the second. The last thing you needed right now was to be harassed by a disgusting frat brother at a party you begrudgingly agreed to attend.Â
âNowhere that should concern you,â you stated curtly, hoping the man would take the hint that you were completely uninterested.Â
You aggressively shoved his arm out of the way, clearing an opening for your escape. However, you hadnât even gotten four paces away from the scene when you felt a harsh grip pulling on your arm. Horrified at the audacity, you turn around and meet the manâs drunken glaze, his face still decorated with that terrible grin.Â
âDude! Leave me the fuck alone!â you exclaim, tugging your arm in an attempt to escape his death grip.Â
âOh câmonn,â he hiccuped, âDonât be like that. I can show yaâ a gâd time, ya know?âÂ
It wasnât long until you realized that trying to escape was going to be a lot harder than you had anticipated. As the man began to drag you further into the dark abyss of the empty restroom, your breath hitched and your heart began to race. Whatever trace of alcohol that had plagued your system merely a few minutes prior was now completely gone, the adrenaline kick-starting your fight-or-flight. You frantically begin to search around, praying to the heavens above that someone, anyone, would come to your aid. The rapid breathing made it extremely hard to speak, let alone scream.Â
âPlease, just let me go,â you pleaded, sobs beginning to get caught on the lump in your throat. Youâd heard of the horror stories of girls who had been taken advantage of at events like these, never imagining that it would happen to you.Â
Seconds before you had accepted your fate, a blur of a fleshy pink ball flashed across your face, the wind from its speed grazing your nose. The man holding you captive was suddenly thrown into the wall, a loud crash following the sound of blood splattering. The party suddenly went still, the air thick with tension. You snapped your head around, your eyes landing on Ace, who had been glaring intensely at the unconscious figure on the floor.Â
âShe said to leave her alone, asshole!â he shouted, his booming voice startling you. His gaze quickly met yours, and suddenly, Aceâs dark eyes had color to them. The aged yellowish lighting of the overhead lamp illuminated the deep chestnut brown that lined his pupils, bleeding into a fiery amber. Aceâs expression immediately softened upon noticing the frightened look across your face, âAre you okay?â
His eyes darted to the bruised imprint of the manâs hand that colored your arm. Aceâs brows furrowed as he watched you wince, a stinging pain radiating through your arm as you attempted to wave him off, âYeah Iâm okay. Thank you, AceâÂ
Swarms of bystanders rush to the scene, some recording on their phones, others whispering and muttering âwhat the fuckâ-s and âwhat just happenedâ-s as they attempt to assess the situation. The adrenaline quickly wears off as you realize what just happened, a pit forming in your stomach and tears stinging your eyes for the millionth time, unsure if you had any left to cry. Ace gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you away from the scene, wincing slightly from the contact. He scans the crowd for familiar faces, hoping to see Luffy or anyone that would be able to take better care of you in this situation. He understands that he cannot properly tend to your needs because doesnât know you. Heâs afraid of hurting you any further, afraid of saying or doing something inappropriate that could lead you to resent him in the future.Â
âDo you know where Luffy is?â he asks you, voiced riddled with urgency. He huffs a strained sigh when you shake your head, his rosy lips flapping as he blows a small raspberry. âOkay, Iâll just take you to Namiâsheâll know what to d-âÂ
The music is suddenly cut, the clamoring of confused voices and boos filling the room. A large man climbs on top of a rather unstable and disgusting table, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his announcement, âIF YOURE NOT A BROTHER, FUCKING A BROTHER, OR IF YOURE PORTGAS D. ACE THEN GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE WE CALL THE COPS!!!âÂ
You and Ace turn to each other and immediately lock eyes, your wide-eyed expressions mirroring each other. A sinister smirk creeps onto the man's face as he begins to chuckle, his velvet eyelashes brushing against his freckled cheeks as he begins to laugh harder. Annoyed groans fill the room as people begin to make their way out of the party, one voice in particular muttering a ânot againâ. Ace fully latches on to your wrist now, his large, calloused hands enveloping your soft skin. He rushes you through the sea of people, holding onto his hat as he quickly weaves in between them. Occasionally, heâll look back at you to make sure youâre still in one piece as you try to keep up with him. Based on his mischievous attitude, you infer that this was not his first rodeo.Â
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It turns out that Ace had accumulated many fraternity enemies, usually for keeping the brothers in check and correcting their disgusting habits.Â
âServing justice is apparently frowned upon nowadays,â Ace had retorted. The two of you had taken refuge on a curb a few houses down from the scene of the party, the cold pavement scratching your hardly-covered thighs. You brought your knees to your chest to seek some warmth, the heat from the man next to you helped ease the chill that prickled your skin. Aceâs charming sarcasm made it easy to talk to him, almost as if you two had been friends for years.Â
âSo what made you choose community college â not that itâs bad or anything!â you reassured, hoping your innocent curiosity didnât come off as ignorantly presumptuous. âI just ask because Luffy attends the university, so I wonder whyâŠyou didnât do the same?âÂ
Ace gives you a soft smile, letting you know that he was not at all offended by your question. âIt definitely wasnât my first choice, but I realized that it wouldâve been much easier to be closer to home.â
You notice the way he nervously fidgets with the ends of his shorts, pinching and twisting the fabric into intricate positions. I really shouldn't pry...
"Listen, we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to. Trust me, I get how uncomfortable these things can be," you chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.
"It's no big deal, really," Ace replied, a warm smile creeping across his face. He turned to look into the early morning sky, the faint constellation of the night's stars remaining. You traced the sharp curve of his jawline with your eyes, soaking in all of the features you had failed to notice before. In the crook of his neck, you found a cluster of freckles that had made their home there. You memorized the way his hair pooled at the base of his neck, dusky waves surrounding his delicate skin. His dark eyes flickered back and forth as they traced the stars â you could almost see the words he was trying to begin with.
"I never enjoyed my father's presence, not that he was at home much anyway. He always pushed my brothers and I to 'follow in his footsteps,' even though we made it abundantly clear we wanted nothing to do with him," Ace scoffed, the venom in his words causing him to grimace. The down curve of his lips accentuated the small scar that rested on his bottom lip. "He never cared much for any of us, always leaving for days on end. Hell, I got so used to him being gone that I had to step in and help my mom raise my two brothers. His main target was always Luffy, just cause he's the youngest he thought he could easily be manipulated. That obviously didn't get him very far though â you know how hardheaded Luffy can be when he really sets his mind to stuff."
You chuckled softly at the thought, oh do I ever. The memory of the time Luffy had helped you rearrange your dorm sprang into your mind. It was originally Nami's idea, believing that a "change of scenery" would help clear her mind from her impending statistics exam. Luffy had relentlessly insisted that you loft your bed a little higher to "make more room for activities," ultimately clearing some of the clutter that gathered across the floor. You had argued that it would make getting comfortable in your bed 1000x more difficult. However, as much as you pleaded, Luffy refused to listen to you, believing that it was his way or the high way. You reluctantly gave in to his suggestion (which had actually been an incredible upgrade as you were able to organize the room much easier â but you'd never admit that to Luffy).
"Yeah, he's a handful," you smiled, deciding to relieve your hair from its exhausted updo. "but I love him, nonetheless. He talks a lot about you, y'know."
Ace smiled, "Yeah well, it wasn't always like that. At the same time, him and I always butted heads â selfishly, I wanted him to stay closer to home to help me with mom, while he wanted to get away and have his own freedom. It took me a while to realize that I was just projecting my feelings onto him, a funny habit I learned from my father"
You hadn't expected to get on such a vulnerable level with Portgas D. Ace, but here you were â sitting on a curb listening to him open up about his childhood. The way his body completely relaxed while he spoke to you made you forget about your romantic feelings toward him. The facade of the flirty older brother had slipped. Instead, the comfortable silence between you two allowed you to admire him at a respectable distance, taking in every syllable that escaped his lips as he revealed his heart to you.
"...which is why when he got accepted here, I knew that I had to let him go be his own man. I owe everything to my mother, and I just couldn't leave home knowing that her life would be a living hell."
"I'm glad it all worked out for you guys. Your selflessness led me to meet the best people I've ever met in my entire life," you jested, bumping into his side with your exposed shoulder. The ease surrounding you caused you to be a little more bold. "...including you. If it weren't for you tonight, I would've gotten seriously hurt. So thank you again, truly."
The air between you two grew unexpectedly warm, the gap filling in with his heat as he leaned in. His large, calloused hand gently cupped your jaw, tracing the smooth skin as if to memorize your delicate features. Ace's firm fingers raked through the hair that resides on the nape of your neck, pulling your closer to him. His lips stopped millimeters before clashing with yours, his breath mingling and teasing yours.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his honey-colored eyes burning holes into yours. Speechlessly, you nod your head, eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Your eagerness dragged a husky laugh from his throat "I was hoping you'd say that."
So much for non-romantic feelings
Ace's warm, plushy lips smashed into yours, drinking in the way you taste. His tongue peeked through to part your lips, creating an entrance to the deep labyrinth behind them. You allowed him to dominate the kiss, your back arching to meet his warm chest as you both breathe heavily into each other. Ace places a gentle hand on the small of your back, gesturing you to relax your weight into his arms. You do so with pleasure, using his strength as leverage to meet his pace. Your hands hungrily find their way into his hair, ruffling up the sides as you grip onto his jet black locks. The two of you momentarily break away, catching your breath before Ace's red-hot lips travel down your neck. He ravenously suckles on the exposed skin before biting down, causing you to huff a moan from the painful sensation. Your hands escaped from his hair as you brought his face to meet yours, the two of you smiling through the kiss as you briefly locked eyes. It was as if you had never sobered up â drunk on the pheromones and lust that radiated from his body. The two of you were so enveloped in each other that you hadn't noticed the large, white vehicle pull up in front of you. The moment was over as quickly as it began, a long, blaring horn echoing down the street. The sudden change in volume caused you to jump, Ace accidentally biting your bottom lip. You pulled away instantly, wiping your mouth and refusing to make eye contact with anyone as the horror settled in on what you had just done.
"Sanji??? What the hell are you doing here?!" you shouted angrily into the void, carving out the silhouette of the man in the driver's seat through the dimly lit tip of his cigarette.
"What am I doing here? You're the one perched up on the curb sucking face! Get in the car, I'm taking everyone back to the dorms."
"Don't worry, [y/n]!! Luffy's in the back passed out, didn't see a thing I promise!" Nami hiccuped, the slight slurring of her words alerted you that she was intoxicated.
Reluctantly, you enter through the side door, climbing over the seemingly lifeless bodies of your friends. A pang of guilt strikes your chest as your eyes land on Zoro, peacefully sleeping with Luffy on his shoulder. You quickly shake off the feeling, preventing your heart from getting caught in a web of conflict, spiraling out of control. Instead, you allow your heart to beat for someone else â turning back to Ace and giving him a warm smile as you take a seat next to his little brother.
"Why don't you join us? I'm sure your buddies won't mind you staying with one of the guys," you said, your random act of kindness earning a grimace from Sanji in the front seat, cursing you under his breath.
The glimmer in his eyes shifted from excitement to mischief, his bright smile curving into something more sinister, "Why don't I stay with you?"
Your breath hitches, the air in the car becoming tense as you feel pairs of wide eyes burning holes into the side of your face. Sanji nearly tips the car over as he whips his body around, the ash of the cigarette falling on the center console as his jaw hangs open. The boy behind you stirs as the Zoro wakes, his brows contorting into an expression of disgust and confusion.
"She's not easy, y'know" Zoro argues, his voice raspy from the combination of sleep and alcohol. "I know you're used to that kinda thing but [y/n] is different, so have someone else pick you up. There's not even room for you in here."
Ace's expression never faltered. In fact, it quirked into something even more playful as he shrugged, "Well then I guess [y/n] will just have to sit on my lap."
Your cheeks burned hot, anger and embarrassment morphing your face into a bright crimson. Why is Zoro acting out now?? Since when has he ever cared about my love life? Zoro sucked his teeth as he turned to face the window, huffing a sigh of frustration as he shook his head.
"Since when do you care?" you snapped, your previous bout of irritation rising in your throat.
"I don't. I'm just looking out for you," Zoro replied, hardly maintaining eye contact with you. He'd never admit this to your face, but you kinda scared him whenever you got upset â almost as much as Nami did.
"Well don't. I can make my own decisions." You stepped out of the car to make some room for Ace, whose eyes watched you with admiration. As soon as he made his way in, you hoisted yourself onto his lap, Ace's rough hands guiding you to a spot that was comfortable enough for the two of you. You had become hypersensitive to his touch â the feeling of Ace's legs spreading beneath you, the way his hands never left your waist, his warm breath huffing against your exposed back caused warmth to pool between your legs.
"Are we at McDonalds?" Luffy queried, his eyes half-open as he bobbles his head to assess the situation. His silly question relieved some of the tension that had built up in the car, everyone chuckling and releasing the breath they had been holding throughout the small quarrel.
"Lemme get a Big Mac and large fries," Usopp shouts from the back, his legs sprawled across Vivi and Robin's laps.
...
After sneaking past the RA's room with a giggly Nami, Vivi offers to take her off your hands for the night.
"Don't worry [y/n], we'll take her for the night," the blue-haired woman smiled, "She can borrow a pair of my pajamas for now. I'll make sure she stays in one piece."
You gave her a small chuckle, thanking her and Robin for their service.
"Be safe and let me know if you need anything! We're just down the hall."
"Use protection!" Robin added, chuckling as you gave her a stern, mortified look.
Upon opening the door, you pave the way into your dorm room by picking up the articles of clothing left sprawled across the floor. You shove them into your closet quickly, hoping Ace hadn't seen the disgusting mess you and Nami left the room in. He did.
"You can take my bed if you want," you said, smoothing out your sheets and fluffing your pillows so that it's comfortable for your unexpected guest. Ace watched you as you did so, his bare back pressed against the large wooden door. He took note of the way your back arched to pull the sheets straight, your hair draping over your right shoulder to reveal the tone of your back muscles. His eyes traced over the curve of your ass, wishing your skirt had been just a little shorter so that he could see your silky legs. Using his heels, Ace pushed off the door and made his way over to you. You turn around to meet his gaze, attempting to read his thoughts through his dark eyes. His hands wrap around your waist as he leans in, planting a soft, yet hungry, kiss on your lips. Your arms travel to drape around his neck, pressing your body against his. Ace picks you up in one swift motion, gripping the back of your thighs for support as you straddle his waist.
Ace pulls away, lips a deep red and slick with your saliva mixed with his. "We both know that's not what you want."
His sly words worked their way straight down to your core, huffing a laugh as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, "Is it that obvious?"
Ace trails gentle kisses down your neck, his warmth bleeding across your skin as he works his way down your shoulder, "Maybe a little."
You cup his cheeks between your hands, bringing his attention back to your lips. Ace shifts your entire weight onto one of his arms, using his free hand to fumble with the strings of your top. Once undone, you shrug off the fabric, revealing the supple skin of your breasts. Ace spins around and throws you onto your fluffy comforter, admiring the way your tits bounced upon impact. You kept your arms raised by your head, allowing him to take in your curves as you maintained eye contact. Before you knew it, Ace is already fumbling with his shorts, kicking them off to reveal the length pitching underneath his boxers. He slowly peels off your long skirt, leaving just your white lacy panties. Ace makes room for himself between your legs, his hard cock grinding against your slick entrance. You gasped from the friction against your swollen clit, unsure of how you were gonna handle the way he would fill you up.
"Please, Ace. I need you," you gasped, begging him to take it further. You can feel his smile against your skin. Ace never would've taken you for the submissive type. Recognizing your request, Ace makes his way down to your core, leaving kisses from down your stomach to the inside of your thighs. Getting on his knees, Ace lifts you up from the small of your back, dragging you down to meet his mouth. He leaves small hickeys dangerously close to your already-throbbing cunt, biting and suckling the thin layer of skin that resides there. Frustrated from the teasing, you direct your attitude toward the black waves that decorate his head â tugging and ruffling his hair. Ace huffs a breathy laugh into your core, the warmth from his mouth causing your back to arch off the twin-sized mattress.
After what felt like ages of foreplay, Ace finally peels your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He places a long kiss onto your swollen clit before relieving you of your bottoms entirely. You spread your legs wider out of instinct, inviting him to drink in the way you taste. Ace brings your legs to rest over his shoulders as he dives into your core, hungrily exploring every fold with his tongue. His strong nose glides across your sensitive bud as he eats you out, his tongue rhythmically sliding in and out of your entrance. The sweet sounds of your slick against his mouth fill the room, your moans following closely behind. You begin to squirm underneath his grasp as you approach your climax, pressure building inside your stomach.
"I'm close, Ace" you plead breathlessly. "Please don't stop."
The trembling of your thighs was Ace's queue to increase his speed, lapping and suckling harder and faster to help you finish. He inserts his long, girth fingers into your slick entrance, hooking them up to find your sweet spot. The hiss of pleasure that escaped your mouth let him know that he succeeded, pumping his fingers in and out until your nectar coated them entirely.
"Fuck, Ace! I'm comingggnh ah-" you shouted, the combination of his strong fingers and his nimble tongue pushing you over the edge, your cunt squirting its sweet release all over his face and your freshly washed sheets.
"That's it, baby," Ace reassured, using his tongue to clean the mess from between your legs. He's always been a firm believer of prioritizing a woman's pleasure over his own, making sure you were attended to before he got his share. Once his hunger was satisfied (and you were a pulsing, shaking mess), Ace placed a kiss on your lips, giving you a taste of your own slick. Hungrily, you accepted the favor â wrestling against his tongue to absorb every fiber of his being. Ace pulls away abruptly, moving upward to nestle his mouth into your ear.
"Get up and turn around," he ordered, pulling back to give you enough room to do so. You complied with ease, climbing onto all-fours waiting for his next command. Ace places a firm hand between your shoulder blades, slowly applying pressure to push your chest and face into the mattress. He grabs a handful of your ass, playing with the plump flesh that steadies before him, ready to take him in at a moment's notice. Ace frees his pulsing cock from the confines of his boxers, lining his dripping tip with your buzzing entrance. Gripping onto your hips to stabilize himself, Ace slowly inserts himself into you, memorizing the way you snugly fit around him. A loud groan escaped your lips as you feel Ace bottom out, his cock being way bigger than you had expected. You gripped the sheets underneath you as he began to slide in and out of you, the friction both painful and overwhelmingly good as you're still riding out your previous orgasm.
"God you feel so good," Ace moans, eyes mesmerized on the way you bounce off his cock. Your slow, rhythmic pace increases as you crave more and more of his length, pushing your ass into his hips as you rock your own. You can feel Ace's hips buck and tense as your core pulses along his sensitive shaft, a rewarding whimper fleeing from his lips. "Fuck [y/n], slow down."
Strings of saliva connect your mouth and the sheet beneath you as you lift your head, turning around to meet Ace's eyes. You huff a laugh as you sinisterly decide to use your effect on the man behind you to your advantage. "Pull my hair, Ace."
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control â wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you. Ace's concentrated expression quickly faltered, a mix of shock and excitement flushing his cheeks. "You sure?"
You nodded breathlessly, maintaining eye contact becoming more difficult as his pace quickens. He crouches over and plants kisses down the nape of your neck, traveling further down your spine as his lips mingling with the beads of sweat that pool in your curves. Ace places one final kiss before grabbing a fistful of your hair, swiftly wrapping it multiple times around his large hands to ensure a tight grip. The stinging sensation from your scalp causes you to wince, a moan of pain overrides the previous melodies that poured from your throat. Ace immediately loosens his grip, checking in and making sure you were okay.
"We can stop if it hurts too much," he reassures. You cursed yourself for worrying him, and let him know that you were okay and wanted to keep going. Ace trusted your word, easing back into his rhythm. The sounds of flesh slapping together fill the room as his pace quickens once more â this time you can feel Ace's knees begin to buckle as he reaches his climax. Sweet moans and whimpers rise from your throat, you thighs shaking as you come dangerously close to finishing once more.
"Don't come yet," Ace ordered, the authority in his voice returning, thick and firm. "I wanna see how beautiful you look when you do it all over my cock."
Before you could argue with him to keep going, he pulls out and flips you onto your back. The hair that was once in his firm grasp was now pooled behind your head, wet and sticky from your sweat and his mingling in his palm. Ace makes himself comfortable in the space between your thighs, scooping his arms underneath you to lift your chest to his mouth. He places kisses along your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples as he suckles gently on the skin. Slowly, he inserts himself back into your slick entrance, navigating through your warmth to find the center of your pleasure point.
Your face contorts into an expression you were entirely unaware of being able to create, eyes lolling to the back of your head as Ace slams into your g-spot just right. The words of encouragement that coaxed out from his mouth pushed you further and further to the edge, "That's it, baby. Just relax. You're doing great, mama."
"Fuck Ace, please go faster," you pant, begging him to ravage your body. Thankfully, he complied â quickening his pace, leaving loving bites on the soft skin of your shoulders. Ace's gaze returned to yours, watching intently as you reach your climax. He grips the handles on your waist as you shake and moan uncontrollably beneath him, letting you ride out your orgasm before releasing his own. You feel the thick ropes of Ace's cum fill you up, his pace slowing to watch the river of white pour out of your already-leaking hole. Ace releases you from his grasp, placing one final kiss on your cheek as he pulls out.
...
"Luffy's gonna hate me y'know," Ace teased, playing with strands of your hair as he spoons you from behind. The two of you had abandoned the soiled sheets and cuddled beneath one of your clean back-up blankets. Laundry day is gonna be a pain.
"He's gonna have to get through me first," you retorted, chuckling breathlessly as you catch your breath. Every problem, every stressor you had completely washed away at this moment. It was as if you had never felt peace and contentment until this very moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Nami would put this night into your never-ending pool of debt.
y'all have no idea how long this fic took me omg my chains are gone and i've been set free. but jokes aside this is one of my favorite things i have ever written and i hope u enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :))
Greetings! I'm glad you enjoyed it! My apologies for the super long wait and hope you enjoy~
Headcanons: Shanks, Ace, Lucci x S/O â Who is afraid of the dark
(Gender Neutral)
Shanks
â ïž Itâs not a fear you talk about. If anything youâve been told time and time again that itâs childish. Being afraid of the dark, itâs silly isnât it? However, to you it's the worst thing. Itâs suffocating and scary. You can't see anything but can hear everything. Whoâs to say what or who is making the noise that goes bump in the night. You donât want to sound paranoid but you just prepare having the comforting glow of a light to prevent the deep shadows in the corners of the room looking even darker.Â
â ïž Youâre usually okay, especially if you have some source of light. Like the stars or moon may suffice if youâre outside, not when youâre in a room thatâs reliant on a window thatâs a little too small. Shanks never knew you were scared of the dark until he accidentally put your lamp off and left you in the dark. He did it thinking it would help you sleep better but the surrounding darkness only made you panic.Â
â ïž Shanks could hear the panic in your voice when you asked him to put the lamp back on. He felt so bad for not realizing your fear and even putting you into it. Shanks never admonished you for it and rather comforted you. The world is far and wide and many fears exist, heâs even met pirates with a fear of the ocean. Besides the dark is a perfectly tangible fear. He stayed with you to put you more at ease until you fell asleep and even then, he made sure to leave the lamp on.Â
â ïž Shanks actively tried to do things to put you at ease. If it was dark heâd make sure to be close by, holding your hand and guiding you in the dark so you werenât alone. You often said that Shanks was the person you felt safest with, and when heâs with you- the dark wasnât as scary. If you were scared of the unknown sounds, heâd talk. Loud enough so that you focused on his voice and nothing else. He made sure your lamp was always on, and if something happened that would knock it out, he was there to put you at ease.Â
â ïž Shanks has never admonished your sense of fear, nor does he tell you itâs not scary. He understands fear, and that it comes from seemingly irrational places at times but thatâs never made it any less real. Instead he chooses to comfort you and put you at ease whenever he can. He knows his presence is calming and somehow youâre completely fine to sleep in the dark if youâre with him. Although he still always offers to leave a light on for you.Â
Portgas D. Ace
đ„ It wasnât hard for Ace to figure out that you have a dislike of the dark. Afterall you always avoided dark places, or searched for some kind of light before entering. Heâs felt the way your hand stiffens in his whenever you have to go into dark places. Itâs almost as if youâve tried to hide your fear from everyone. On more than one occasion heâs gone to your room and assumed you were awake because of the light from underneath the door. Only to knock and see you all sleepy and groggy from the sudden wake up call.Â
đ„ Ace has also noticed that you are more restless and find difficulty sleeping in a completely dark room. Versus sleeping with a light on. Ace asked if you were afraid of the dark and you felt a little embarrassed and asked him not to laugh at you for that. Ace never laughed or made fun of you, on the contrary he became much more thoughtful to your feelings and fears. Of course having a living fireball as your boyfriend was very helpful seeing that he could always light up the dark and calm you down.
đ„ Aceâs presence helped the dark not be so scary, and once you got trapped in a cave that was pitch black. Ace was the first one to get to you. A literal light in the dark. You were scared but not as much as you would have been once since you knew Ace would come for you and he did. Heâd lighten the mood with a few jokes or talking to you to get your mind off of things and gently calm you down from what scared you.Â
đ„ Ace went out of his way to find a gift for you, itâs a necklace that functions like a mini lantern and the best part is that it charges in the sun! Have you ever heard of such a thing before? It wasnât as functional as a torch or Ace for that matter, however the soft glow of the light was very reassuring in its own right. Especially when you think that Ace gifted it to you because he was thinking of you.Â
đ„ Sometimes heâll use his devil fruit to do little fire shows for you, he mesmerizes you with the flames and how it dances and Ace would even sing little songs and youâd watch how the flames dance along. Oftentimes youâd fall asleep to it, seeing the flames and hearing him sing.
Rob Lucci
đ Lucci discovered your fear of the dark by accident. You were turning in for the night and he switched off all lights, leaving you in a completely dark room. You panicked- You couldnât stop yourself from asking him to switch on the light, your lamp, anything. He could hear the shaking in your voice. It was easy to understand the source, you were scared of the dark. Although Lucci didnât mean the way in which it came across he made a comment about how childish being scared of the dark is. He quickly apologised when he saw how down you looked.Â
đ He arranged a very beautiful night light for your room. It was to help you out and also it was a little easier to sleep with than the harsh lamp light. Lucci also used it as an apology for when he spoke out of turn and sounded like he was making fun of your fears. Honestly the fact that heâs still hung up on it days later does genuinely show heâs regretful.Â
đ It had been a long time, and Lucci himself had long outgrown it, however he used to be afraid of the dark as a child. Itâs a fear heâd long forgotten, he learned there were worse things to be afraid of. Heâd forgotten the overwhelming terror it caused and seeing it in you, reminded him of those times and it allowed him to sympathize with you.Â
đ Lucci tries his best to offer comfort where he can and tells you often that thereâs nothing to be afraid of. You know heâs not saying it as a means to dismiss your fear, and rather uses it to reassure you and convince you that there is nothing in the dark to fear. He hopes that repeating it will help you get over your fear. After all thatâs how he got over his fears.
SO SWEETïč ⥠ïčâââ đortgas đ. đce
đąUMMARY ïœĄ ace finishes while pleasing you.
ăŻăłăăŒăč & MDNI àšà§ afab!reader. pwp. oral (fem receiving). hands-free orgasm. use of pet names ('doll', 'princess', 'sweetheart'). ace gets shy at the end.
â notes â . . i have only ever written smut once before this & so i just wrote a short one. if it's not good, please forgive me à«ź àŸàœČâ âžâž â àŸàœČá ! writing shy ace at the end made me fall in love with him more hehe~
ace was laying flat on his stomach, your legs draped over his broad shoulders and your soft, cushiony thighs squishing his head that was burrowed in between them. his tongue was feverishly lapping at your folds, consuming you in a fashion that made it seem as if he had been a man starved for days. he was all over you, spit dribbling from his mouth and your throbbing cunt â he was creating a massive mess on the sheets below but he was so drunk from the way you tasted to even care.
"a-ace," you whined, squirming from the way he was making you feel oh so good. the sweet sounds leaving your lips only riled him even further, sticking two of his fingers into your velvety walls whilst he began sucking on your clit. your cute mewls and moans only grew louder and you could feel him smiling as he continued to devour you in that devious manner.
your fingers were laced in his dark locks, tugging on them roughly as his fingers rutted in and out of your dripping cunt. "you taste so good, my doll," he groaned. the compliment made you blush as you covered your face â no matter how many times you had done this, his praise always made you shy and flustered. "i could eat you forever, princess," he said before continuing to wildly lick at your folds.
the grip he had on the plush flesh of your thighs had tightened, his large hands pulling you even closer to his face to the point where his nose was now rubbing lightly against your clit. the scent of you aroused him even more the nearer he was to your pussy causing precum to leak from his pretty, pink tip, staining his boxers and teeny bits of it seeping onto the sheets beneath him. your adorable whines and moans were filling the room and that only roused him further, grinding himself onto the mattress and groaning noisily as he did so.
"mmm~ you're... doing so good," you cried. "ace~ ah! just like that!"
he hummed in response, going at it just the way you liked it. from the way you were grabbing onto his hair; the way your body was trembling; and the way your moans were steadily getting breathier and higher-pitched, he could tell you were close to cumming. his hips continued to grind frantically, more precum trickling down his cock. even though you weren't touching him, just pleasing you and hearing the cute noises that you drawled out set his entire body ablaze, and soon that familiar, warm feeling was pooling from within his abdomen.
"'m gonna cum," you mewled, thighs completely mushing his face, making it slightly hard for him to breath. yet he was not opposed to that â if anything, it only drove him further to get you to release your sweet, saccharine juices all over his face. the pace of his tongue and fingers had not faltered, drawing you closer and closer to your climax. your gummy walls clenched around his fingers so tightly and so sweetly that he knew it was just a matter of seconds before you became undone.
your whole body shuddered as your orgasm washed over you, its remnants dousing itself on ace's mouth and him licking every last bit of it, making him sure he wouldn't waste a drop. as he did so, you noticed that his body too had stuttered after you had cum which was something he hadn't ever done before.
you propped yourself up on your elbows and saw that he was resting his cheek flat against your inner thigh, his eyes flickering with a coyness he usually didn't wear â at least not in the bedroom. his cheeks were tainted with a rosy pink, highlighting his adorable freckles. he was still buried between your thighs, making you feel abashed when you had finally realised where he still was. a flush rushed over you, your hand coming to cover your mouth.
"what's wrong, sweetheart?", you asked, trying to release yourself from his grasp. but he wasn't letting go, his cheeks darkening and his doe eyes peering up at you and all you could think of was how adorable he looked and how much you wanted to litter his faces with kisses.
"i- i uh...", he muttered. his gaze averted yours as his thumbs tenderly rubbed up and down your thighs. "i came too."
your eyes widened in awe, a gentle smile spreading across your lips. your fingers threaded through his hair, a giggle slipping past. you dropped your legs off his shoulders, him finally releasing his hold on you, and told him to come up. he did as you requested, softly flopping on top of you. you could feel the sticky, wet sap which had soaked his boxers on your abdomen. though you couldn't see his face which was concealed in the crevices of your neck, you could tell that he was pouting as he whimpered about how abashed he felt. his little strands of hair tickled your face and you combed them behind his ear, a delighted smile ghosting your face.
"don't feel shy, sweetheart," you cooed. "i find it really endearing, in a way. all that matters is that you're up for a second round."
all the shyness he felt earlier had seemed to dissipate out of him almost immediately as he got up to bring his face to yours. he donned that infamous, impish smirk of his as he peppered kisses on your face and whispered softly, "of course i am, doll."
Hi! I'm feral ASL anon, and I loved how you depicted them! I got the idea originally from @thisisallthehattersfault, where they made a drabble of where Ace ripped out the throat of an enemy to protect his crew. It seems incredibly fitting with the ASL brothers, so I was wondering your thoughts of the scenario, but if its too gory for you, thats fine! Feel free to just ignore this or go in a different direction with the feral ASL brothers.
I couldn't find the specific post of theirs that you were talking about, but from your description, it sounds very interesting.
I think Ace, similar to Sabo, knows some decorum. He knows right from wrong, and how to interact around other people. I don't know if I've talked about Ace's jealousy, but I imagine he's surprised by how possessive and jealous he gets.
Early on--before Marineford, his jealousy is very little. He sometimes wishes you were on Whitebeards crew so that you could interact with you more, but that's about it. His jealously skyrockets after Marineford however, but he doesn't realize it because you're basically always around him for two whole years.
After the timeskip--he truly realizes how extreme his feeling are. He's constantly worrying about you, wondering where you are, how you're doing, what you're feeling. It's one of the biggest reasons he goes to see you on Wano because he needs to know how you're doing.
Back to jealousy, unlike Luffy who is more noticeably feral, Ace conceals it for the most part. He's the type of guy to watch you talk to someone else at a bar--his eye locked onto the other person as he represses the urge to jump across the table and rip their throat out with his own hands.
Ace knows he can share with others--he's fine when Marco or Izou talks to you, heck even Luffy and Sabo. But when it's people he doesn't know, he's a mess. He's constantly imagining what others might due to you, so he truly believes he's helping you when he beats someone up in the alley behind a bar.
ace just canât stop babbling once heâs inside you. words stringing together that if you had the time to pluck them apart, they wouldnât make much sense. but youâre too busy getting your brains fucked out, turning into mush right alongside him as he melts you both down to your cores, stripping you bare until you have nothing else but each other.
endless streams of âi love yousâ and âyou feel sâgoodâ choke out of his mouth, mixed with a series of grunts and whimpers that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
nothing makes it worse than when youâre riding him though, cooing down at him for being so good at letting you take what you need â something heâs always more than happy to give you. how could he not?
but as soon as the praise slips past your lips, heâs gone. mindlessly rutting up to you, grinding against your cunt even though he knows that youâre the one in charge, mumbled pleas flowing from his mouth and begging you to let him finish inside of you.
and when he does? he canât help but finally moan out your name like a prayer, worshiping you for all the pleasure you cast down at him like the angel you are.
puppy!bf who loves his little bunny gf. loves chasing her around their apartment and then pining her down. puppy!bf who humps bunny gf like the roles were reversed. puppy!bf who bites on his little bunnyâs scruff, marking the area as his. he loves his little bunny. puppy!bf gets seperation anxiety so please don't keep his bunny away for long or he'll start to helplessly hump the furniture. puppy!bf who can only cum looking into your little bunny eyes. puppy!bf loves to flick your cottontail and then giggle, and thinks your pout and thumps are so cute! puppy!bf who wags his tail whenever he sees you he just loves you so much.
He was nervous when he first asked you out, your orc boyfriend. It was cute, endearing really, to see a guy who could easily have won a fight against anyone in the bar all flustered and shy. But he warmed right up at dinner. He was funny and charming â not at all the humorless, rude brute society had conditioned you to expect. Watching his easy smile and how his muscled chest and arms tested the strength of his shirt made dinner very interesting indeed. He surprised you further with a goodnight kiss that was soft and warm despite the tusks, which turned out to be surprisingly easy to navigate.
It wasnât long before you got the chance to see all of his fern-green skin in its rippling, tightly toned glory. He tried to be a gentleman. He tried so hard to prepare you to take him, teasing your pretty pussy until his hand was covered in your slick almost up to his wrist. But like the rest of him, his beautiful green cock was larger than life, and no amount of preparation would have truly been enough. Â The stretch of him was delicious as you knelt over him, letting your weight guide you to sink slowly downwards. Those expert hands of his were everywhere, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you pant and sigh as they gripped your round ass. When you started to ride him, he helped, pulling you up and almost entirely off of him before letting you sink back to a deep, satisfying fullness.
He tried to maintain his composure, to let you lead. But he had been so patient with you already. He thrust up into you as your weight brought you down, the head of his thick cock pushing its outline against your belly again and again. When he arched off the bed, groaning as he pulled your hips down flush against him and filled you with his thick come, you knew you wouldnât be far behind him. The tell-tale quickening clenching of your cunt, almost milking him, gave away just how close your climax was. When he laid his big hand against your abdomen, pressing down against himself through your body, you unspooled for him with a guttural, primal cry of pleasure. He laughed as you slumped onto his chest, your muscles too jellied to support your own weight. His barrel chest rumbled with a deep chuckle as you murmured, âJust full of surprises, arenât you?â before falling asleep in his arms.
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Thinking about a virgin orc who almost cums in his pants when you rub against his budge. When you finally freed him of his bottoms leaving a soft kiss to his enormous cock. It twitched in delight. One more long kiss was all it took for him to cum shooting his hot liquid all over your face. You think heâd be embarrassed but he just whined more wanting to be inside you. Heâd cum over and over again. Almost crying at being to sensitive but not being able to stop.
Summary: Ace half-jokingly declares a vow of no-nut December. When he manages to last a few days, how will the dry spell be broken? ~1.4k words.
CW: SMUT! Afab reader w/gendered language (e.g. "princess"), fingering, P in V, dirty talk. Minors don't interact - nsfw content!
Art by the lovely @hirakyun13 (thank you for collabing with me!)
âYou only love me so much because I let you hit all the time.â
When he heard your words, Ace bursted out laughing. He feigned a gasp. âDo you have such a low opinion of me, princess?â
You rolled your eyes. âIâm jokinggg, Ace. But you sure are rabid recently. Not like I have a problem with it or anything.â
His lips curled into that sweet smile of his as he brought his lips to your cheek. âWell, then. Iâll show you how wrong you are. Letâs see how much you like me not jumping your bones every three seconds. No nut December.â
âAce,â you laughed. âYouâre going to last a day.â
Somehow, though, he managed to last multiple.
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Ages ago, you booked a holiday trip with Ace. A nice vacation from your lives, a reprieve from the stress and endless list of tasks to do.
The chaletâor rather, cabinâwas gorgeous. It felt like it was in the middle of nowhere, in a forest of tall pines covered in heavy snow that weighed their branches down. They would have looked melancholy if it wasnât for the bright white heaps of snow on the bows to remind you what time of year it was.
Aceâs joke-abstinence no-nut-December lasted until the second day of your extended stay at the beautiful A-frame cabinâso, in total, he lasted a good few days.
He tried his hardest and it was amusing, but really, he could barely keep it together. Boner 24/7. You figured it wouldnât be too hard to break him, but it was great entertainment to tease him for as long as he could hold out for. Besides, after waiting for a few days you knew that the sex, once it finally happened, would be that much better.
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On your second day at the cabinâthe day that Ace broke his âno nut Decemberââafter a nice long walk in the snow outside (interrupted by a blizzard), you and Ace returned to the cabin and undressed. Time for a shower to warm you to your bonesâscalding hot and steamy.
While you showered, Ace lit a fire in the fireplace; he warmed up the blankets on the plushy, king-size bed and then lit a candle.
When you emerged from the shower, hair wet and skin damp, you snuggled up in the blankets, no clothes on (to soak in the warmth that you knew Ace placed there).
âCome warm me up, Ace.â You requested and he happily obliged, like always. âWarming you upâ was one of his favorite things, mostly because it just involved touching you. He would take any and every chance he could get. And of course, now that he was at the end of his mini-dry spell, he looked forward to it all the more. Might now be the time to break his multi-day streak?
When he slid in bed with you and pressed his body on yours, his warmth flooded through your body. He got as warm as he could get without being too hot.
It was a double satisfaction for youâgetting warm, and then teasing Ace so hard you knew heâd fold like a lawn chair.
He wrapped a hand around your front and pulled you close to him, taking a deep inhale of your freshly washed hair and squeezing you tight to his chest.
You laid there for a while, happy and toasty, almost drifting off to sleep when you realized that you felt something hard pressing onto you from behind. Obviously, it was Ace.
So, you did what any reasonable person would do and snuggled back into him, brushing his hard-on in a way that made his breath hitch. It was easy to play him like a fiddle because he was figuratively on his knees for you every moment of the day. Heâd do anything for you and worshipped the ground you walked on.
You pressed back again, harder, overtly deliberate now, and he let out a quiet gasp as he felt your warm skin graze his aching shaft through his underwear.
âFuck, sweetheart. I canât take it anymore.â His hand passed down to grip your hip and he rutted his hips, effectively humping you through his underwear. Quiet but deep grunts slipped out of him every couple seconds, and as you felt him roll into you it started to make you feel some sort of wayâhow could it not?
After Ace rubbed himself on you like that for a while, he started to get more worked up. Unapologetic groans fell out of his pretty lips and his breathing quickened.
A hand creeped downwards, towards the valley where your thighs met. He repositioned you slightly to give himself better access, then slid his fingers inwards to caress your folds and soft spots.
Those rough, thick fingers felt godly when he warmed them up and touched you gently like this. He turned you into a sopping-wet mess within a couple minutes, thighs shaking slightly, and breaths shallow, punctured by the occasional, muted moan.
âLet those sounds out, angel. I wanna hear âem.â He whispered in your ear and you could feel his hot puffs of breath on your skin. His fingers plunged in and out, making you squirm as he curved them and spread them inside of you.
Soft moans and sounds of bliss fell from your lips unrestrained at his request. He made his fingers warmer still, and it felt like heaven as he drew circles around your clit then slipped his fingers inside and out again.
After a while, you started to lose focus. You couldnât tell where his skin stopped and where yours began.
âAceâI need you,â you managed to choke out.
Promptly flipping you over so you were facing him, Ace pushed your leg up, over his hip, and pulled you into a long, affectionate kiss before he brought his throbbing shaft out of his boxers and started to line himself up with your entrance.
When he sunk you down onto his length, your eyes rolled back in your head, not in jest this time but in pure pleasure.
Immediately, Ace started to thrust his hips upwards in small jerks, fucking you shallowly and slowly.
âFuckâyouâre perfect,â Ace groaned and bucked his hips deeper, sliding deliciously into you and passing over your hot spot.
Every few seconds he greedily pulled you into a kiss, and each time your lips met in increasing desperation.
His grip on your hip tightened. It was almost painful now. As he thrusted into you faster, he started to moan into your mouth, deep groans that went straight to your core and vibrated your lips ever so slightly.
Too many presses of his girth past your g-spot and you couldnât take it anymore.
âAce, Iâm gonna cum soon,â you gasped, and he slammed into you particularly hard, pressing on the spot he knew would make you feel the best.
âDo it, baby,â his hips rocked into and wet noises echoed in your ears. âShow me, ah, fuck, s-show me how good I make you feel.â
Ace slammed into your g-spot again and it sent you reeling headfirst into your orgasm. White-hot pleasure jolted through you, radiating from your sticky, pulsing core outwards to your limbs where it stalled in tingling zaps of bliss.
You couldnât tell, since you were lost in the crushing weight of your climax, but your toes curled the hardest they had before, and you writhed on Aceâs cock so hard that it made him cum.
His body seized up alongside yours and his heartrate threatened to explode out of his chest. Deafening groansâone of the best parts of having sex with himâescaped his lips as every muscle in his body went taught. âFuuuuhhhhccckkkk.â
When you were done floating through bliss, there was quite the mess to clean up. But, ever the gentleman, Ace told you to just lay there and not move a muscle. He got you cleaned up then went back to spooning you and keeping you warm.
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