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…
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