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(kind of cliche) pornstar!au where you and ace are doing a corny video together where he’s playing a firefighter that rescued you and of course you have to repay him by fucking him. it’s full of cringeworthy dialogue packed with fire-related innuendos but you can’t even find it in yourself to care when he’s fucking you so good.
Idk why this has been on my mind
But someone make a fanfic of hybrid!Bull Portgas D. Ace X Hybrid! Brown Bear Reader and call that shit Milk & Honey🍯
Stay with me now…
off topic but his dub voice is so hot i need to be both complimented and threatened or be brutally cracked and told to be quiet and take it from him 😭😭😭
OH ALABASTA ACE HOW I NEED TO BE CRUSHED BETWEEN YOUR ARMS WHILE U FOLD ME IN HALF 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍
yk i’m fully FULLY convinced after seeing OP in dub. Ace whines in bed. that man whimpers and whines- might not even be in a submissive way, but he’s definitely noisy as fuck 😋😋😋
When they yell “stop drawing ace eating the box” but that’s not my name so i lokey ignore it
it’s hard to see you, but I wish you were right here
PAIRING: Portgas D. Ace x f!Reader
SUMMARY: After breaking up with Ace, your body somehow still needed him. And after finding Ace outside of your door in the middle of the night, you could see he needed you too.
GENRE: Angst and Smut.
WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating, hate sex, happy ending.
WORD COUNT: 2.1k words
Breaking up with Ace left you a mess. How can someone who said to love you with his whole being, cheat on you?
The scene replayed in your mind every night since then. Ace, with a girl you didn’t even recognize on his lap, kissing her, holding her with the same neediness he used to hold you with. Ace then staring directly at you while tears were making it hard to see, and you fleeing the place in a beat.
You didn’t know if you were angrier or sadder, but you knew something. You didn’t need any type of explanation. You left without even looking back.
Of course, Ace didn’t even try to contact you after that. He knew how you felt about cheating and that you would never forgive him. And you were kinda grateful for that. It made it easier to hate him and not feel hopeless, since in the end, it was his decision to cheat.
After 6 months, you felt like you could finally breathe without any type of hatred clouding your mind, but you somehow still missed him.
You missed the chemistry, the way he made you feel all the time, the way you somehow clicked, but only when it came to the physical part of the relationship. Apart from that, you could’ve easily gone through life without ever thinking about him.
But even if your body was the one missing him, it didn’t mean it was any easier. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see him. Every single time you were together in bed, you could still feel the way his hand would touch, roam, and caress you. You could still hear him whispering the dirtiest things to your ear, and the way his breathing became erratic when he was close. The way he held you and looked at you was imprinted in the back of your head. And god, you hated it.
It was so unfair the fact that your whole body and part of your mind couldn’t get over him. You’ve lost count of the number of nights you’ve replayed several memories with Ace.
And you were glad to see that Ace was also feeling the same way. To be honest, he couldn’t be more dramatic, but it kinda fit him. The fact that it was the middle of the night and he was only in gray sweatpants, a red zip-up hoodie, and a white tank top, breathing all hectic after banging and knocking on your door like his life depended on it
“Ace, what do you even want?” You tried your best to look annoyed, but it was as if your body only knew one way to react when it was close to him, and that way was making you all hot and bothered.
Ace finally took a look at your clothes, shorts, and a sweatshirt, simple, but that was enough for him to lose his mind. He didn’t even say a word, he just passed through your door, pushing you inside and cornering you against the closest wall.
“I need you.” You closed your eyes and felt him start kissing your head. “Please say something.” How dare he? He just arrived in the middle of the night, asking for sex, and unfortunately, your body was ready for him.
“What makes you think I need you too?” You took a deep breath and sighed. His scent was making you dizzy. It appeared that he had just showered since you could still smell the body wash he usually uses.
“Maybe it’s the way both of your hands have been grabbing my shirt since the very first moment I put you against the wall, and you haven’t let go of me, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re rubbing yourself against my cock. I don't know, baby, you tell me.” You groaned. You couldn’t believe you gave in that easily, but for 6 months, you’ve been needing this, and to be honest, you weren’t the best when it came to thinking about the consequences of your actions.
“I still hate you, Ace.” You didn’t even let him answer, and kissed him. God, you missed this. The way he would embrace you, the way his lips were clashing against yours, the way he held you, trying to get your whole body as close as possible, feeling all of you.
You slowly made your way to your couch, getting rid of his hoodie and tank top, leaving him shirtless by the time you two were finally on the couch, with you on his lap.
You pulled away from him, your breathing was the only thing that could be heard. He cupped your right cheek with his hand, and he touched your lips with his thumb.
“God, I missed these lips.” It looked like he was in a trance. You stared at him, and something in your chest hurt.
“Are you here to talk or to fuck me, Ace?” You quickly stopped his actions. You don’t want to fall again for his schemes. You were together for a year, so he knows how to get under your skin, he knows how to make you give in.
By the look on his face, it appears that he was hurt by the harsh words, but he really couldn’t blame you.
He took your sweatshirt off you and smiled.
“No bra?”
“Why do you look surprised? It’s not like I didn’t sleep like this when we were together.” Ace quickly moved and started to suck on your nipples, making you choke from the sudden action. You started to rub yourself against his bulge, seeking some kind of relief.
Ace moved his head to your other nipple, rolling between his fingers the nipple he was previously sucking on. He repeated the actions for quite a few minutes before he came to a stop and looked at your fucked up expression.
“Here, or your room?” Ace was starting to carry you up, knowing you usually liked it better on a bed, but you quickly pushed him back to the sofa.
“Here, you lost room privilege the moment you decided to cheat on me.” Ace was surprised at your words, not because of the context itself, but because you said it in a playful manner.
“I’m-”
“Shut up, Ace. I need you.” You stood up so he could take off his sweatpants, and took this opportunity to take off your shorts and panties, not wanting to lose time.
You grabbed one of his shoulders to balance yourself, while your other hand was guiding his cock to your entrance. You didn’t need any preparation. The moment you saw Ace at your door, and the countless restless nights for the past months were enough for you to just want to fuck him without any type of foreplay. You slowly took him in, adjusting yourself to his size.
It’s been months since you had sex with someone, so it did sting a bit.
“So… tight,” he managed to say.
“Shut… up.” You started to move your waist, not enough movement for him to get proper relief, but enough for you to get used to his size again.
Ace was able to see that you didn’t open your eyes. Maybe because you were trying to concentrate. But he knew better, and he knew it was because you didn’t actually want to look at him. His chest hurt. When you were together, you used to love looking at him. Something about the way he would look at you, with such neediness and love, was something that would always help you cum faster. So this was new. But he also knew he fucked up pretty bad, and this was the only way to have you this close.
“More,” Ace didn’t even ask you to stop when he grabbed your ass, stopping you from moving back and forth, and started to move his hips up and down. Due to the sudden change of movement, your upper body crashed against his chest. And you hissed.
“Ace,” you wanted to shout at him, be mad at him, but instead of sounding angry, his name came out as a moan. He was abusing your hole, going as fast as he could, hitting that spot that would make you forget everything except for the man that was making you feel such an intense pleasure.
“That’s right, baby, I’m the only one that can make you feel this way.” You clenched at his words, defeated. “Even if you wanted to take control tonight, you know this is the only way for you to come around my cock.” You wanted to punch him in the face so bad.
“Fuck you.” You felt tears starting to roll down your face. You didn’t know if it was because of the overwhelming sensation or because you were having sex with the person who cheated on you, but you didn’t care. It made the pleasure a hundred times better.
Ace felt his chest getting wetter, but he knew better than to ask if you were ok.
“God, sweetheart, I missed you so much.” Ace stopped for a moment to grab your chin up and kiss you properly. You could feel his neediness and his regret.
“Move, please.” Ace chuckled and continued to move. You started to leave small wet kisses on his neck and collarbones.
“Keep doing that…” You hid your smile and started to suck his neck, wanting to mark him up. Ace could feel your pussy clench harder, meaning that you were close. With one arm, he grabbed you by the waist, and with his other hand, he started to play with your clit, wanting you to come before he did.
“Fuck fuck fuck” you whispered in Ace’s ear.
“That’s right, cum baby, please. Let me feel you.”
You hated the way you gave into him so easily. You hated the fact that, finally, after months and months of being sexually frustrated, you were finally going to be able to cum thanks to him.
You weren’t ready for the feeling. A rush of electricity traveled from your core to the rest of your body. Your whole body went limp as your sight became blurry. You couldn’t think properly. It was as if your brain had become a puddle of incoherent thoughts. You let out a loud whine as Ace continued to fuck you, trying to reach his own climax.
“Where do you want it?” You didn’t need more explanation. You knew he was referring to his load.
“Inside me, A-ace.” You whimpered, trying your best to not push him away from you. The overstimulation was not something you were used to.
It was all Ace needed to come undone. He always loved it when you were so vocal about your needs and wants. As you felt the warm shot of cum paint the inside of your walls, you finally relaxed completely against his body.
You hated to admit it, but you missed this. You miss him.
You didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence that filled your living room, too scared of speaking and him being able to tell you were about to cry.
“I’m sorry. I know I fucked up, really bad,” he was slowly moving his fingers through your hair, smoothing it out.
“Don’t. Pease,” you could barely say, voice breaking in the process.
“Just give me one more chance. Let me win your heart and trust back.”
“Don’t you think you are 6 months late, Ace?” You were right. He didn’t call, text, or try to find you.
“I know. But please, just let me try to win you back. I haven’t been able to properly rest, and I haven’t been able to function at all. I can’t live without you.” And you knew he was telling the truth. As you stared deeply into his eyes, you sighed.
“I don’t know Ace. I just kept picturing her lips on you.” A small tear rolled down your cheek, but Ace quickly moved his hand to clean it up.
“Let me make it up to you. I will do anything to fix this mess I made.”
“You know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You admit. Ace cupped your face with both of his hands, wanting to look into your eyes.
“I messed up, but if you agree and if you let me, I will show you that you are the only person I ever want to be with for the rest of my life.” You weren’t so sure if you wanted to forgive him that easily, but you knew something, and it was the fact that even if it was hard to see him, you needed his company more than anything.
You could only nod, wanting to give it a try one more time.
“I promise you won’t regret it, baby.” Ace embraced you in a tight hug, and for the first time in months, you could finally rest peacefully.
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o n e p i e c e m a s t e r l i s t
protective, much?
Mr steal yo girl ace, everyone in this fic is a little bit of a bad person… nsfw… but also domestic abuse portrayed (ur boyfriend is evil) infidelity, and college!! Eek!! (Ace x F! Reader) the end is kinda rushed srry… lots of pet names tew… sliiight homophobia.
“Hey, [☆], when we grow up, we’re gonna get married, right?”
“Yeah! And then we can be best friends forever!”
And 12 years later, you still were.
You’ve known ace since you were 7, when you were both in the same small town, same shops, same school schedule— it was basically guaranteed for you two to become close friends.
What really sealed your friendship was how you would constantly help him take care of his little brothers, tutoring, helping them with chores— he never looked at you the same after then.
He swore from that day on that you were something different. You weren’t just a friend to him, even if he never said that to you directly.
And now it’s your sophomore year of college— which also means it’s your second year with Braden, your boyfriend.
He asked you out during freshmen year, and because you were a scared little freshman that was talking to a tall, frat-associated junior, you said yes.
He constantly flirts and goes on dates or to parties with other girls, ignores your text messages and constantly argues— it’s hard enough being a college student, but he makes it nearly unbearable.
It doesn’t help that he doesn’t really get along with ace. Your boyfriend figured that ace was way too close to you, and had a big fit about it. Not even too close physically, too close emotionally— he figured that since you guys knew each other so well, it was getting in the way of you and your boyfriend’s relationship.
Ace found out, and confronted him, a big fight happened to tell the short story— and since then, your boyfriend’s been a little more distant.
So, Ace has been filling in the gaps. Staying in your dorm with you, keeping you company, even going out and getting food for you— and your boyfriend isn’t present enough to care.
It was just the nice thing to do.
If your boyfriend wasn’t so connected to the school, you would’ve broken up with him already. But since you got roped into the social life of your school and half of your connections are due to him, it would not be… your best interest to cause a scene.
“Finals are coming up.”
Ace said as he walked into your dorm, you humming as you continued to study, him placing an energy drink and some snacks on your desk before placing his bag down near yours.
“Thank you. You don’t have to bring me stuff every time though, you know that, right?”
He chuckled, moving behind you to play with your hair, putting it up into a ponytail.
“That’s the fun of it. You get real cute whenever I give you something.”
You sighed, the 45 minute portion on your pomodoro timer off, granting you a 15 minute break.
“You don’t have anything to study for?”
You said, not glancing over at him to not interrupt his ministrations with your hair.
“I studied earlier, sent you a video.”
“That was of you at the gym.”
“I sent you two videos.”
“Mhm.”
“Cmon pretty girl, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing fine.”
“You can’t just call me that.”
You huffed, finally glancing up at him
“Why not? You think your boyfriend will start caring now?”
“If he catches you in here, he’ll—“
“Yeah, no, I know— he already doesn’t like me, your future will be ruined, you won’t be a doctor—“
You huffed, your head falling onto your desk as ace rubbed your shoulders.
“But he’s stupid. The only thing he has is money, that’s all. He’s not as smart as you perceive him to be.”
Finals week came and went— it was a whole new semester now, and in one of your elective classes, you had your boyfriend and ace in the same roster. Fuck.
It was just a ceramics class, which your boyfriend constantly complained about, something along the lines of “that’s really gay”, which ace would always glare at him for— because you aren’t necessarily pin straight yourself.
You also quite liked ceramics, and earlier in the relationship you would bring your boyfriend homemade ones that you would soon after find in the bin.
Despite all that, your boyfriend would always sit right next to you, constantly asking for help since his fingers couldn’t work into the crevices of the clay properly, while across the room ace was masterfully shaping out his piece, going as far to detail the outside.
He glanced over you and winked, smiling.
If your boyfriend saw, he didn’t say anything. So he also didnt see you smile back at him.
The first marking period wasn’t hard.
In the second one, you had to do a duo project. 2 people working on a singular pot, and of course your boyfriend had imposed himself upon you.
You were already nearly done with the pot, with zero help from him, just applying the finishing touches before—
You felt his chest behind you, his arms encasing your body as he attempted to help, smelling of the strongest cologne you’ve ever smelt. It made you nauseous.
Before you could stop him, he ended up folding over the whole vase, the wet clay falling onto itself. You attempted to salvage it, but he didn’t give you much opportunity, you finally snapping in the form of moving his hands away from the pot, and a gentle “can you sit in another seat? I just need some space” As you attempted to fix the pot.
He scoffed, muttering a “guess you don’t need my help then.” and standing up before smushing the pot onto the spinning plate, making wet clay spurt all over your skin.
“What the hell was that for?”
Ace said from his seat, glancing up at your boyfriend— his tone was sweet enough for onlookers to think it was a casual conversation, and his face matched, but you knew ace was already up for a fight.
He met your gaze for a beat, glancing to the side before forcing himself to relax.
“Hey man, it’s nothin’ major, your crush just decided to make a shitty pot, is all.”
The room seemed to simmer down after that, but you felt incredibly dejected.
You were proud of that piece, and he decided to call it shitty after destroying all your work.
He stayed at his own seat for a bit, playing with some random pencil before deciding to talk to you again.
“Who does that guy think he is anyways? Trying to act all high and—“
“Don’t talk about him like that.”
“Why not? There’s no way you actually have a thing for him, cmon [☆].”
“I don’t have a thing for him.”
“Then why do you constantly act like you want to fuck him so bad?”
“How? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“You always defend him!”
“Because he’s my friend—“
“No, it’s because you’re probably whoring yourself out—“
That was all you could take, quickly grabbing your bag with clay-stained hands.
Ace followed after, somehow getting ready in record time, all the clay off of him.
“Hey, hey, [☆], wait—“
He pleaded as he chased after you, gently grabbing your wrist, you quickly pulling it back away.
“I need to be alone for a bit.”
You said, attempting to hold back tears as your whole body shook.
“…I’ll swing by in 30 then, okay? Do you want me to walk you up to—“
“No.”
“Okay. I’ll— I’m gonna check up on you soon.”
He said quickly, and before you knew it, you were back up in your dorm, sobbing in your bed.
You weren’t even upset, you were just frustrated. This week was already a lot, and ceramics was usually the only way you were able to relax, and he just ruined it.
Nothing felt safe.
After about 15 minutes, you check your phone.
Hey angel, I picked up some of your favorites. I’ll be there soon, so just keep an eye out, okay?
I also restrained myself like crazy. Hope you know how much I care. You didn’t deserve that.
And other texts, this time from your boyfriend.
Sorry babe. Lol
I got a bit out of hand there 😂 I’ll make it up to you later in bed, gotta prove something to that friend of yours. I should be there around 10.
And your stomach dropped again.
You just… were so tired.
And to be honest, your boyfriend was just… really bad at sex. Too fast, too rough, a bit too small, no talking, he barely touched you, or ate you out, or—
Anyways.
Here!! :)
At least you knew who that was.
You opened the door, and his expression softened instantly, moving to put his hands on your cheeks, lifting your face up.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Your eyes were still red rimmed and glossy, you sniffling as your hands moved to rest on his forearms.
“He ruined my pot.”
You muttered, your voice barely a whisper as you held back tears, your bottom lip quivering.
“He’s a demon.”
Ace muttered, smiling as he continued to stroke your skin.
“And then he started talking about me like I was some object.”
You muttered as ace picked you up, bringing you to your bedroom, your head resting on his shoulder.
Ace only huffed at that. You were sure he knew what you were referring to.
“He’s an idiot too.”
Ace muttered as he placed you down onto your bed, tucking you in.
A part of you wanted to drag him in along with you, to feel his skin on yours, to allow him to touch you, to do anything he wanted—
But then you’d really be crossing a line.
So you let him make you tea, and sit next to you as he ran his fingers through your hair, you eventually leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Thank you.”
You whispered, your tea already gone, and a decent amount of the snacks eaten.
“No need.”
He said softly, brushing some hair out of your face.
“I swore to myself that I would protect you when we were younger. Gotta keep my word, right?”
Tears welled your eyes again, he was just such a good person, and the fact that you couldn’t pursue him made you very. Very upset.
He shushed you, gently wiping your tears, then following it by pressing kisses onto your face, which made your whole body warm, and your face flush a deep color.
“That’s better.”
He said softly, pressing a final kiss onto your cheek.
“Your lips.” You start
“Yes, angel?”
“They’re soft.”
“I drink lots of water.”
He said, smiling down at you with a tilt of his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Feeling better?”
He added, you quickly nodded, looking away from his lips.
The heat in your body had turned into throbbing— the amount of self restraint you had for this was award worthy.
“Hey, angel.”
You peered back up at him with bright eyes.
“If you want a kiss, you can say that.”
“But Braden would—“
“Don’t worry about him. He’s a wimp. Would you like a kiss?”
You pause for a beat, glancing to the floor before looking back up at him.
“I would.”
“Okay then.”
And he gently kisses you.
His lips quietly meet yours, not even a bit of tongue as he lets you get used to the feeling of his mouth on yours before he starts to hold your waist, resting between your legs.
Eventually, you open your mouth just an inkling, and he accepts the invitation, your tongues dancing together as the heat in your stomach grows larger—
Why didnt you do this sooner?
You squirmed under him, your hands moving to his shoulders as he put his head into the crook of your neck, nipping and kissing.
“A-ace, you—“
“Can’t leave marks? ‘S fine, I’ll put them somewhere more discreet.” He muttered into your neck, continuing to kiss the skin there, a bit more gentle now.
One of your hands found their way under his shirt, and you could feel his whole body shiver with the contact— he was warm, so warm, and your fingertips were always a bit cold.
“God, you’re freezing.”
He muttered as his free hand reached for yours, pinning it to the bed.
“Want me to fuck it out of you? I run hot.”
“I know.”
You muttered, your face flushed as you looked over at him
“Not answering my question.” He teased, smiling as he nipped at your skin
“Yes, of course I do.” You muttered petulantly
He smiled against your neck, his hand going further up to take off your shirt.
“Tell me if I need to stop at any time, okay angel?”
You nodded vigorously, watching with bated breath as he took off your shirt and bra.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
He muttered as he shed your clothes, mapping your body out with his hands before kissing down your chest, his hands already exploring your chest, teasing your already hardened nipples, which pulled a sequence of reactions from you.
Your back arched, you let out what could only be classified as a mewl, and you covered your mouth.
He looked almost predatory as he glanced at the hand over your mouth.
You got the idea.
“Good girl.”
He muttered, moving further down, kissing your stomach.
“I wanna hear ya, okay? There’s no reason to shut yourself up.”
He said as he fiddled with the button and zipper on your pants, glancing up at you for approval— a small nod came from you, allowing him to gently pull your pants off.
He stared at you for a good minute, his heavy breathing matching yours.
You wouldn’t be as flustered if you couldn’t see his raging hard on trying its hardest to break out of his cargo shorts.
You attempted to shy away from his eyes, attempting to close your legs before he held them open, leaning down to where your knees were over his shoulders.
“He ever eat you out before, pretty girl?”
You shook your head, swallowing as he kissed your inner thighs.
He used his thumb to pull your panties to the side, groaning at how wet you were, pressing a kiss to your clit.
“Please forgive me.”
He muttered before he ripped your panties off, diving into you— his hands holding the backs of your thighs up as he circled his tongue around your clit, gently at first, but soon ravenous, like he was starving for you. He wasn’t even looking at you, his eyes closed in focus as his eyebrows furrowed, one of your hands naturally going to run through his hair.
“Fuck— you taste so good— can’t believe that boyfriend of yours never tasted you like this.”
You moaned at the vibrations of his mouth on you, your back arching slightly as you already fought off your release— you can’t remember the last time you came, especially from your boyfriend.
“You close already, gorgeous? This guy must’ve been horrible in bed.”
He muttered with a chuckle as he continued to eat you, one hand moving to hold both of your legs at the knees as he used his other hand to push two fingers into you, curling them and—
“Oh, fuck, ace, im about to—“
“I know angel, cmon, I can take it.”
He ate you out for the next 30 minutes, somehow running you through another 3 orgasms before stopping.
he pulled back, chuckling, the whole bottom half of his face wet, him wiping it off with the back of his hand. He attempted to keep a farce, but the way his freckles stood out against his skin, the way his breathing remained ragged, and the way he was nearly grinding against your bed made you think otherwise.
“S-sweetheart, I know you’re tired,”
He started, putting his nose into the crook of your neck, gently nipping
“But I’ve been so good, a-and I just— please, I really need you.”
He whined out, gently grinding against you, now only in his boxers, his cargos lost somewhere on the floor by now.
“You can— hah, it’s— it’s okay, go ahead.”
And soon enough, he took off his boxers, his cock springing out of them, already leaking with precum, slinging his shirt off not long after.
It was long, and fairly thick with a curve at the end— you were screwed.
He seems to notice the way yours eyes widened and gently held your face, his nearly pitch black eyes holding contact with yours.
“Shh, shh— don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of you, j-just let me…”
He muttered as he lined himself up, his hands moving to wrap your thighs around his waist as he started to push in.
“Ace, it’s too big, it hurts—“
You mewled out, tears welling your eyes.
“I know, I know, but you can take it, can’t you? Y’ so good, ‘s like you were made for me.”
He muttered, kissing your cheek as he leaned down to meet your gaze
“Just pay attention to me, ‘Kay?”
You nodded, your arms wrapping around him, digging into his strong back as he gently kissed you, pushing himself in to the hilt.
“Christ, you’re tight.”
He muttered against your mouth, allowing you to settle, your walls fluttering around him.
You could feel every part of him, his heartbeat against yours, his warm hands on your waist, him pulsing inside of you—
You nearly came on the spot.
The only reason you didn’t is because you moved to bite his neck, hard.
Earning a guttural moan from him, his hips stuttering against yours.
“Y-you can’t just do that.”
He muttered, almost petulantly as he held your head in the crook of his neck, you soothing over the bite with a gentle kiss.
“Sorry.”
You muttered, keeping your head in the crook of his neck.
“Sensitive?”
You followed, gently nipping again, making him whimper.
“I g-guess you could say that.”
You smiled, biting his neck again, sucking on it a bit more this time, earning a deep moan from him and a couple shallow thrusts.
“I’m gonna start moving now before you get any more ideas.”
He muttered against your neck, using the rest of his willpower to pull out of you before thrusting back in, starting to set a rhythm.
You moaned as he started to move, hitting that spongy spot deep inside you, his hand moving from the back of your head to put his thumb on that little bud that made you even tighter around him.
“See? Isn’t this better than teasing me?”
He muttered against your cheek as he chuckled, nipping at the skin.
And about an hour later, he was giving you a bath, cuddling in bed with you.
—-
The hard part of that was getting him out of the dorm before 9:30, just in case.
But ace forgot to bring back one of his bracelets, and your boyfriend knew it wasn’t yours. You were sure he knew about you and ace within the next week.
And the offhand ish comments confirmed your suspicions.
“Nah, what’s the point of taking you out to dinner when ace could do it?”
“Yeah, we could have a perfect family where my wife would care more about another guy than me.”
He pent all this up for ages, until the end of the year when everyone was moving out, all your boxes packed. You’d decided to start renting.
You didn’t invite your boyfriend over. You had told ace you would be free this morning. And you didn’t want to risk texting him and have Braden see—
“So how much of this stuff is Aces?”
“Hm?”
“You heard me.”
You heard the tone of danger in his voice, your shoulders tensing as your heart rate picked up.
“How much of this is Aces?”
He said a bit louder this time, making your breathing become a bit heavier.
“Stop yelling.”
You whispered, moving to the door before he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back before he nearly threw you against the wall, your back hitting it with an unnecessary amount of force.
“You don’t get to tell me shit after I got sent a video of you and that dumbass having sex on your bed. I mean, I already figured, but how much of a slut can you be, really?”
“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve been cheating on me since we started to date!”
“Yeah, but I’m worth more than you, people like me more, everyone wants to fuck me, the only thing you have is your body.”
“Yknow, maybe I should’ve fucked ace more ofte—“
You started to say before you got smacked in the face, not even realizing the front door had opened.
The room got scarily silent, you holding your cheek while tears welled up in your eyes while you heard a distant, very quick conversation before catching your boyfriend getting beaten out of the corner of your eye.
Ace.
You took a couple seconds to process the situation before getting up, pulling ace off of him— his knuckles were bloody, his hair all messed up and his face flushed as he attempted to calm himself down.
“Y-you can kick him out if you want.”
You whispered, and soon enough he was thrown out of your dorm.
You patched Ace up, his knuckles wrapped in gauze as you sat next to him, finalizing the breakup text with your boyfriend.
“You should’ve done that a while ago.”
He muttered, looking down at your phone.
“I should’ve.”
You said, nodding as you sent it, your hand moving to hold his.
“But it’s okay. I’m here now.”
He muttered as he kissed the swell on your check, sighing against your skin.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
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Okay das it cuz I’m tired. Woohoo!!! Thanks for reading if u got this far… yeah… okay…
