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“Ace!”

The elevator had barely opened when you were tripping through the doors, the slightest push paired with your tipsiness having you stumbling and catching yourself on the wall opposite of you. It was the same wall you were crushed into when a weight threw itself at you and pinned you to the surface, your head tossing back in laughter when you felt a flurry of kisses across your face and jaw. They tickled the skin there, but the sensation only spread when the adventurous lips descended onto your neck, your giggles bubbling out when you were gathered up in a pair of strong arms.

“Stop! Ace -” you broke out into a fit of laughter again, your hands on Ace’s chest and giving it a weak shove to try and put some distance between you and the body that just fit so perfectly against yours. It was useless, your words fell on deaf ears, and in order for you to get anywhere you had to run your hands up further, sliding until they were pushing through thick, dark hair that your fingers easily gathered up. You tugged then, and the breath that was fanning over your neck hitched, giving you the opportunity to guide that gorgeous, freckled face into your line of sight again. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” you told Ace, holding his cheeks next and watching in real time as he didn’t listen to a single word you said. No, instead you received a goofy grin, a pair of dark, slightly lidded eyes glancing up from your lips and to your own, but they were quick to flick back down again.

“It’s three in the morning, no one will be using this thing,” he whispered, pulling your hands from his face and holding them, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Come on,” Ace urged, releasing his grip in favor of finding your hips, fingers curling into the fabric of the short dress you were wearing, “I know you really don’t care either.”

You had to pretend to be at least a little disapproving, to be the one with the straight head, but with the way Ace was looking at you, you could feel your resolve slipping more and more. Eventually you were just sighing, a smile spreading across your face that you tried to hide by tilting your head down. That was useless, too, Ace reaching with a single finger to draw your chin up, and when you were able to see him you were only smiling brighter.

“Am I wrong?” he asked, the final nail in the coffin.

There was a brief pause, the two of you staring at one another when the doors to the elevator shut, caging you in as it started to move up the floors one by one. You were at war with yourself, Ace was smug, but eventually you started caving and your arms were slowly making their way around his neck. You were still battling yourself by the time you were cozy again, pressed against the man in front of you and leaning into him more and more. There wasn’t a lot of time, not with the way you were passing floors, so the initiative was taken when Ace leaned down and captured your mouth. You moaned into it softly, just a hum that buzzed your lips before the kiss deepened and you were left helpless, weak. Ace made sure you were kept standing, stepping closer and pinning you even harder to the wall which made you grunt but it went nowhere. You were too distracted, too absorbed in the way Ace was making you feel to notice the way the railing was pushing hard into your back. Instead you were left grappling for something to have underneath your fingers - Ace’s hair, the back of his neck, his shirt. Eventually you settled on the fabric at his chest, fisting it to keep him close, and with a light tug Ace’s tongue plunged into your mouth rather desperately.

You could taste the liquor that had once flooded his mouth, and you were sure it was the same for him considering you had thrown back probably more than enough shots. You must’ve, because your inhibition was left just outside the elevator when Ace chased you in, and now you were taking everything he could possibly give you. You did, and you continued to do so until you were jerking to a stop, the bell ringing in warning as the doors slid open once again. Ace had broken away from you at that point, though he stayed close enough that his slick lips ghosted over yours. You were left panting against the wall when he stepped out, and Ace seemed as though he was totally unbothered by the taste of affection as he looked back, taking your hand in his and guiding you. Your head was still spinning when you were led down the hall towards your apartment, Ace knowing exactly where it was and stopping in front of it. You went for your keys but the path was interrupted, Ace and his display of strength spinning you on the spot and backing you into the door.

“Make up your mind,” you said with a laugh, resting your head on the surface when Ace leaned in once more and attached his lips to your neck, sucking gently. You shivered when his fingers softly brushed the skin of your thigh, drawing up the side which lifted the skirt of your dress just a little bit more.

“Gimme a minute,” he murmured against your throat, trailing his kisses to the other side and up to your ear. He was nibbling on the lobe when you put a bit of space between you and him, and he was letting you spin around to unlock the door, but not without a sharp bite. You gasped, and the keys you had pulled from your purse clattered to the floor. You felt the rumble of Ace’s chuckle against your back, coming deep from within his chest, and his warmth disappeared as he stepped away and grabbed the keys. “Having a little trouble, huh?” Ace reached out, easily sliding the key into the lock and clicking it open just to have you fall in with a gasp when he swung the door, making sure to catch you around the waist before you went tumbling.

When it snapped shut you were twirled on the spot, finding yourself trapped between Ace and something for the third time, but now you were allowed to compose yourself when you both just lingered there. Your breaths mingled in the close proximity, puffing against cheeks, and as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the entrance you could make out Ace’s smile more and more. It was one that was contagious, one that always made you smile right back and he knew that; it was comforting, so warm that it welcomed you, enchanted you.

“So here we are again,” Ace whispered into the quietness, his fingers drawing lines up and down your arms before they were eventually following the curve of your waist. His smile quirked into a smirk when he could finally make out your face as the soft light from the window hit it, revealing the light flush that made your cheeks pink.

“S’pose so,” you responded, daring hands finding the hem of Ace’s shirt and pushing it up, him taking over when he pulled it over his head and let it drop to the floor. Even though it was dark you could still make out his shape, but the details only appeared in your mind seeing as you had committed them to memory. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this, skin yours to drink up as it was pulled taut over the muscles of his torso, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Your hands wandered then, palms flat and running over the planes of Ace’s chest, and they continued down the contours of his abdomen before your fingers brushed over the belt at his hips. “I like being here.”

“Mm,” Ace hummed, lowering his head down slowly, “me, too.” You met him when he sealed your lips together again, his hands leaving where they had settled on your hips to trail up your spine and towards the zipper of your dress. He made quick work of it, dragging it down before he was reaching for the thin straps, pulling them over your shoulders and down your arms until they settled in the crook of your elbow. You were left exposed, your bare chest pressed tightly against his own when he got closer, and he had every intention of pushing the rest of your dress off but brightness flooded his vision and he went blind.

The light above the two of you had been flicked on without so much as a warning, bathing everything in a harsh white that revealed many, many things. Notably it was the amused woman at the end of the short hallway into the apartment, hip cocked and arms crossing as a knowing smirk shot itself at Ace and yourself.

“Nami!” you squeaked, arms suddenly flying around Ace’s middle so that you could pull him as close as possible, hiding your slight nudity the best you could. “Hi! Hey! I thought you were coming back Sunday!” You were far too chipper, needing to be just that to hide your panic, and it only served to entertain the orange-headed woman even more.

“Uh-huh, I was supposed to,” she responded, leaning against the wall. “If you looked at your phone you would’ve known I came back early, but I see you were distracted.”

Your embarrassment had finally flooded you, your face burning a bright red that only travelled further and further, your body running hotter than you’ve ever felt. You simply stared over Ace’s shoulder - though barely considering his height - and massaged your lips together, not really sure what you could say. Ace started shaking then, silent chuckles wracking his body until he dropped his face into your neck and laughed loudly.

“Stop!” you whined, slapping his back and pouting when you heard Nami laughing as well. It seemed you were the only one not amused by the situation, but after a minute of grumbling and stewing in it, you sighed in surrender. “Fine, fine,” you mumbled, “can we move on?”

Nami turned on her heel, throwing her hand up to wave. “At least wait until I leave in the morning, alright? I have to be up early.” With a glance over her shoulder she winked, disappearing around the corner to head towards her room.

When the door clicked shut Ace was lifting his head, you dropping yours against the door behind you. You met his gaze, still pouting a bit but finding a soft smile on Ace’s face. It pulled you from being as sheepish as you were, your own smile lifting the corners of your mouth as you looked down and pulled the straps of your dress back up, pressing the front to your chest. One of Ace’s hands came up to hold the back of your head, tilting it as he ducked down and kissed you deep, making your worries slip away.

“I’ll take care of you in the morning, I promise,” Ace teased when he pulled back, making you arch a brow as a playful expression crossed your own face. It made his heart race even more than it already was, enjoying the friskiness.

“Who said you could stay the night, hm?” you shot back, toeing off your shoes and slipping from in between Ace and the door. Still holding your dress with one hand, your other came up to fix your tousled hair, and you turned the same way Nami just had to head down the hall. For a moment you didn’t hear anything so you continued on, but when you heard two thumps you were looking back just to see Ace whirl around the corner fast and come after you. You squealed then, immediately taking off towards your room but you were caught around the middle as soon as you reached it, you giggling as you were spun around.

Ace pushed his foot against the door and kicked it open, walking in just enough that he could drop you onto your bed after pushing it shut. He watched you bounce, watched as you twisted yourself around until you were laying back on the pillows, but soon you were looking at him and he was lost in you. Ace couldn’t help but let his gaze roam, to let his eyes wander and soak you up as much as he could.

“Me,” he responded, arms crossing over his chest as his stare met your own, and he smirked. “I said so.”

He certainly did take care of you when morning came, but let’s go back a few rounds, shall we?

“You - … Sorry, what?”

Ace could only stare - in awe, in shock, in what could only be described as disbelief. That’s what it felt like, that when he looked over at you after you called his name you absolutely did not say what he thought he heard. Maybe his coffee was spiked? It had to have been, because there was no way. You? No. Not in a million years.

“You heard me.”

Never mind.

At first he was surprised, but it was quick to shift to realization. Then it was only a matter of seconds before Ace went hot - face, neck, chest. God, it was even in his stomach. He knew he was red, and he knew you saw that, but he couldn’t even bring himself to try and hide that fact. Ace was sure he looked dumb, jaw slack and gaping at you, floundering. Words? What were words? He didn’t even know how to think straight let alone speak coherently.

Then there was you. You were staring at him so expectantly, almost innocently despite what was just suggested. That made him nervous, too, made his heart pick up until it was racing so fast that he was sure he was going to have a heart attack. Ace really should’ve been more concerned about his health, but what he was mostly concerned with was looking like an absolute idiot in front of you.

You were you. You were Y/N, and he knew you just as that. You were his friend, someone he had met through a series of connections stemming from his younger brother. He liked your company, he liked hanging out with you, and in that you had built a platonic relationship that was simple, comfortable.

Maybe that was it. You were comfortable with him, and you were comfortable enough to offer what you did.

“Did I?” Ace asked almost stupidly, blinking himself out of his fog and looking at you. He found you watching him, an amused tilt of your lips telling him you were enjoying his inner battle. You seemed almost smug, cocky about the fact that you had made him fluster so much, and it would’ve made him pout if he weren’t hanging on for your answer.

“I’d like to think so, because if you didn’t then you have to tell me what’s in this place that made you look like that,” you laughed, teasing him with a kick of your foot against his. “It was just a suggestion, it’s not a big deal if you think it’s stupid.”

“It’s not!” Ace blurted suddenly, and now you were the one staring at him wide-eyed. He felt himself flush even more, his temperature rising at a rate that sent him right into a wave of embarrassment. For a moment he hid his face behind his hand, finding himself needing just a second to compose himself, but then it was dragging down and he inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a moment. “It’s - … I don’t think it is.”

Settling deeper into the couch, you let your smile grow wider and wider until you were grinning. “Oh?” you inquired, brow quirking up. “So you’re interested.”

Ace could feel himself coming back, felt himself grasping onto his spiralling thoughts and he was able to haul them back. It took a minute but he soon started relaxing and he could feel his lungs finally receive the air they needed, them having been squished empty earlier when his breath was stolen. His playfulness was being resurrected by the cheeky look on your face, and that flickering flame soon roared to life.

“I could be,” Ace fired back, leaning into his own seat and crossing his arms over his chest, “but you have to answer my question.”

Now you were also sitting up straight, picking up your drink from the table and taking a sip, letting his reply linger in the air. You stared at him all the while, not daring to tear your gaze away from his, but soon your eyes were wandering to check him out. “I suppose I could do that,” you said with a confidence that came out from somewhere mysterious, fuelling you after the nervousness you experienced from what you threw out on the table. It wasn’t a senseless thought, not something that you tossed out randomly because - as much as you hated to admit it - you had started thinking about it.

What was “it”, exactly?”

“How long have you been thinking about fucking me?”

Your proposition was simple - you were friends, you were relatively close, you enjoyed each other’s company, so why not make it a little sexy? The two of you always had fun no matter what you did, whether it be him simply hanging out in your apartment as you were now, or you dragging him out for some rounds of pool. It was only recently that your thoughts wandered to another kind of “fun” with Ace, and at first they had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it the more it made sense. You did trust him a lot after all, and you did have some sort of connection so really it was just a matter of time before it entered your mind. Ace was sweet, he was the kind of friendly that people felt drawn to him - including yourself - and he had the ability to make the people around him comfortable. Then to top it all off? He was just so inexplicably hot.

So now you had to ask yourself, how long had you been thinking about it?

“I don’t know, how long have you been obsessed with my tits?” you deflected.

Ace gaped. “That was an accident and you know it!”

And it was - a really, really wonderful accident.

“Y/N …” Luffy drew out, leaning over from his spot on the other side of Ace, face lit up by the glow of the TV which was quickly shoved away by his older brother when he obstructed his view of the movie. It was useless though, because he popped back up just as quick and even more annoying, eyeing you carefully.

“Mmmmmhmmmm?” you hummed, not tearing your gaze away from the screen and enjoying hearing Luffy get impatient when he didn’t receive your undivided attention. You eventually gave it to him, looking his way, and you had to laugh at the frustration on his face before apologizing. “Sorry, sorry. What is it?”

“I saw what you brought.”

“Ah,” you replied, laughing while Ace scoffed, rolling his eyes from where he was in between you two, “you noticed, huh?” You were smiling when Luffy nodded, grinning as bright as ever and it only grew more as you leaned down to reach into the bag you brought. “Guess I couldn’t hide them forever.”

“Yes! I was right!”

“Luffy! Give them back!”

It was just a movie night, a typical Saturday with you, Ace, his brothers, and Luffy’s friends - seven people, and eight cupcakes. Some stupid comedy was on, nothing that any of them really had to pay attention to, so the focus was quickly drawn to the couch when Luffy leaned over and plucked the pack of cupcakes out of your lap. Ace tried to grab them for you, he tried to do his good deed of the day, but you were faster and he was left vulnerable.

You lunged across Ace’s lap, going right after Luffy who was immediately on the defense. Luffy shouted your name as your hand whacked his face when you surged towards the cupcakes, but his arm held them out of your reach. Ace’s words were unintelligible underneath the scramble that was you and Luffy, limbs flailing in an attempt to save himself from the assault, but it was absolutely no use with the way your body was thrown over his.

Then Luffy threw his arm up higher, and Ace’s almost good deed was rewarded.

You took a shot, balanced yourself on Ace’s shoulder with one hand and used him as leverage to reach high with the other. It was fruitless, your fingers just brushing the underside of the container, and with your miss you went crashing down right on top of Ace, his face stuffed into your chest.

A reward indeed.

As if it wasn’t bad enough he had made the attempt to catch you, to stop you from tumbling to the floor, his second good deed that day was even less innocent than his face crushed into your breasts. He was suffocating between them, and he was doing so with one in each hand. You froze, he froze, everyone froze, and everything was just still as the situation settled in for every person that occupied the living room of the three boys’ apartment. The two of you were humiliated, and everyone else fell into bouts of laughter.

“Sorry!” Ace yelled the second he realized what had happened, his apology muffled and his hands flew away as fast as they possibly could. It was just unfortunate that they had actually done their job and supported you, and now that they were gone you were tipping and crying out as you fell off Ace and backwards onto the floor with a crash. “Sorry!!!” he shouted again, jumping to his feet and racing to help you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

To this very day Ace was mortified and now you were taunting him with it? Something you had been so embarrassed by as well? It made him realize that he had been hung up on it, that it had lingered in his mind and continued to rile him up, so clearly some sort of switch had been flipped. Something made him look at you differently after that, made him notice things he hadn’t before, and looking back he had to wonder if he had subconsciously thought about what you had been thinking.

Maybe you were onto something.

Ace watched you now, just as intensely as you were watching him, and some sort of telepathy came into play as he pondered. Well that’s what he’d like to say he did, but really all it was, was him trying to cool himself off enough to say that yes, he was incredibly interested. Now that he could think again, now that he put two and two together, there was nothing he wanted more than to agree to the new offered benefits that came from your friendship.

“So what do you say, champ?” you prodded, sending Ace a rather sultry smile. “You scratch my itch every so often and I’ll scratch yours?”

Ace smirked.

The contract the two of you signed had terms and conditions that were agreed upon and they were met that very same night. They were met again in another, then again and again, and every single time it only got better and better. That was fantastic considering things hadn’t even started on a bad foot, in fact from the moment you two had fallen into your bed it just worked. You had expected some stumbling, a bit of fumbling trying to figure your way around one another, but the awkwardness never came. Things fell naturally, and the two of you fit together in some weird puzzle that surprisingly clicked into place, and suddenly you were easily losing yourselves in one another.

At first it was the satisfaction, that itch that needed to be scratched that you were talking about; after a night out, when some steam needed to be blown off, just the times when one of you was bothered and felt like you had to do something about it. It was rather nice, fooling around with someone you were so comfortable with, and that fact made what you were doing so much better - satisfying, as you had said.

Then one day you just wanted Ace because he was Ace, and Ace wanted you just as badly.

Your flings became more frequent, needed less reason, because now it was for the sake of just having fun with one another. Now it was even easier, now it was you staying over long enough that it was “useless to go home” and so you’d spend the night, but it was just an excuse to engage in a bit of sin. All of a sudden Ace was your dirty late night conversation, and your even later hook up that never failed to pull through. He was reliable, and he could rely on you being there for him as well, so that may have just been taken advantage of. A lot.

Why? What had made it so spectacular that you chased after it?

“So, Y/N,” Nami said from beside you, earning your attention despite you being unable to look away from the flying ping pong balls from your spot on the sofa. “Why Ace?”

Now you looked over to your roommate who was nursing her drink, the hypnotizing rhythm of beer pong broken at the mere mention of the name. She noticed and she smirked, and you blushed the slightest bit at her knowing look.

“Y/N has a cruuuuush ~” she teased, and you frowned, turning away in denial and back to the game.

Well … sort of. He was a part of the game technically, so you could say you were watching the competition, even if your gaze was very trained on one of the players. You couldn’t look away, not when there was such joy on Ace’s face as he high-fived his partner after sinking a shot. The grin on his face, though lopsided, was proud and wide and absolutely adorable. It made you smile softly, too, but it rolled into a smirk only a few moments later.

“You ever been with someone who could read your mind?”

“Huh?” Nami blinked, pausing in bringing her cup up to her lips. “Read your mind? What do you mean?”

You leaned back, sinking into the cushions and you folded your leg over the other, foot bouncing. You brought your own drink up, taking a sip without tearing your gaze away from the man who now looked wholly concentrated on the task before him. You had to take a minute to think about how to answer the question, about what it was that you meant exactly. You did so while watching the object of your affections enjoy himself, and after Nami’s words you noticed how much you were enjoying him.

Finally you looked over at Nami who was still watching you curiously. “Imagine being in bed with someone who knows what you want before you do.” Nami’s eyebrows shot up and you laughed, continuing, “It’s a surprise but it isn’t? I know what I like but it honestly seems like Ace knows more than I do. It’s - … “ you trailed off, your smile growing, “it’s really good.”

“Impressive,” Nami said, falling back into the cushions herself and getting that drink in while her eyes wandered again. “Looks like someone else is looking for the fun, too.”

You were confused for a moment, brow creased, but when you followed Nami’s line of sight your heart plummeted right into your stomach. It shouldn’t have, it wasn’t your place to be uncomfortable, but the way this girl’s hand laid itself on Ace’s arm was just far too much. It seemed like a delicate touch, light, but the smile on her face was anything but innocent. She said something, just short, but Ace beamed down at her nonetheless and nodded, and he laughed. She clung to his side after that.

“Nothing serious, huh?” Nami muttered and you jumped, knocked right out of your daze and your head whipped around to see her. “Seems pretty serious to you.”

Your throat was dry and you wet it with a quick drink, hiding behind your cup, but it was useless because your falter had been caught. You knew it, too, there was no use in trying to lie about it because your roommate knew you well enough. Drink lowered your gaze fell, too, staring at your lap and the hands that were occupied by cups - yours and Ace’s. You were troubled, and you were surprised by that because for the longest time nothing had changed as drastically as it suddenly did.

“Make him jealous.”

Glancing back up you were hesitant, slow in bringing your eyes to meet Nami’s whose were dancing with devilishness. That wasn’t your style; you were easygoing, let things roll off your back, and that’s what made your and Ace’s situation so simple. It stopped being simple though, didn’t it? You hated to admit that.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking, but it’d be a good way to find out, don’t you think?” Nami explained, reaching out to take Ace’s cup from your hand. “I know you don’t have the guts to ask, but you wanna know what he’s thinking about it. If it’s nothing serious he won’t care, right? No sweat off your back, but if he does care then you’ll know.”

“And if he does care and I hurt his feelings?”

“Then he should’ve said something! It’s not just up to you, you know.”

Logically what Nami was trying to say made sense, if Ace really did want something different than what you had then he should’ve said something. Was purposefully trying to make him jealous a good idea though? Nami seemed to think so, and Nami always managed to convince you to do the craziest things regardless of how stupid it was.

“Y/N,” she said seriously, twisting so that she was facing you a little more, “listen to me. I want you to take your drink, march right over there to where that guy has been watching you the whole night, and ask him to dance.”

Your face screwed up in confusion. “What guy?” You followed the line in which Nami’s arm shot out, her finger pointing across the lively living room now that the party was in full swing, but even with the crowd of people you could see someone at the drink table whose eyes widened, and then he turned away quick.

“Him. Now go!”

You didn’t have a choice, especially when Nami kept trying to coax you up with her elbow and the only real reason you stood was to stop her from digging into your ribcage, crying out, “Okay. Okay! Fine! Sto - ow!” You were glaring at her when you balanced yourself, Nami glaring right back and shooing you away urgently, nudging the back of your leg with her foot. You simply sighed in exasperation, taking in a deep breath as you turned and locked onto your goal, straightening up before marching yourself through the crowd, weaving through.

Nami was impressed; she was impressed with herself for so easily convincing you to follow her plan, and she was impressed that you actually had the confidence to do just that. It wasn’t that she underestimated you, you couldn’t be her best friend if you didn’t have a bit of spunk in you, she was just aware of the complicated situation you found yourself in. You could’ve denied it as much as you wanted to, could’ve said straight to her face that what you and Ace had wasn’t anything special and you had done just that but she wasn’t stupid. She knew you through and through after all, and even when you were lying to yourself she knew the truth.

The orange-headed woman watched you over the lip of her cup as she brought it up for another sip, and felt proud at how poised you seemed as you struck up a conversation with the cute guy from across the room. Despite there being underlying intentions you still seemed genuinely interested, having introduced yourself with a bright smile and now engaged in a conversation that must’ve been energetic because your hands were flying as you spoke. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact Nami could see he thought it was rather endearing as he watched with a fond smile, and then suddenly she found herself pouting. She had sent you off to him, a man that seemed wonderfully sweet and cute with a perfectly nice, expensive watch on his wrist, when she could’ve gone herself?

Hmph. That was poor planning on her part.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

Nami’s head turned, looking up, and she was amused at the way Ace was glancing around quickly as he searched for you. She let him, wondering if he was going to catch you, but he simply looked back to her with this confused expression on his face that screamed obliviousness.

He really was Luffy’s brother, wasn’t he?

“I’m not sure,” Nami pretended, brow furrowed as she looked around as well. She took her sweet time as she did so, purposefully avoiding your direction, and it was when Ace shuffled almost a little impatiently that she turned her eyes your way. “Oh!” she exclaimed, raising an arm to point at you and feigning her ignorance when Ace turned to see where she was aiming. “Right there! She’s going to dance!”

“Huh?”

When Ace caught sight of you, you were bobbing in and out of his vision, slipping through people that were crowded on the floor of twisting and twirling bodies, dancing to the beat of the booming bass. He smiled at the sight, watching you, and he was just about to weave through the crowd himself to get to where you were when he saw it - him. Ace went rigid, rooted to his spot and frozen, and he was far too invested in what was happening that he didn’t feel Nami’s smug stare on his back.

“Who’s that?” he asked, pretending to be nonchalant but failing miserably when his jaw tightened as you smiled at the idiot, as his hand touched your waist, and Ace glowered. He didn’t like that one bit, and he really didn’t like the way the two of you moved to the rhythm together.

“Is there a problem?”

Ace jumped having forgotten entirely about Nami, whipping his head around to look at her with wide eyes before he relaxed. Well, as relaxed as he could be knowing you were over there, not dancing with him but with a stranger. Was that even safe? His attention was drawn to you again, and he was quiet for a moment as he studied. He was frowning deeply, and he shoved his hands into his pockets before they clenched into fists; it didn’t matter, they did anyway.

Nami didn’t receive an answer, and she became wholly aware of the fact that Ace was incredibly bothered by the scene in front of him. He stayed where he was though, and Nami couldn’t help but roll her eyes. He was just as bad as you were, beside himself without any clue as to what to do next. It wasn’t just you she had to coax it seemed, and she huffed quietly as she sat a little more forward, holding Ace’s cup up to him. He glanced down at it, brows furrowed as he reached for it.

“I’d go and save her,” was all she said, shrugging.

Ace was easier to convince, his confidence in his cup holding the drink he downed in one gulp. He handed it back and Nami took it, pleased with herself and her ability to play the role of Cupid as she watched Ace make a beeline for where you were. From there all she had to do was sit back and enjoy the show, doing so with a fold of her leg over the other.

It happened in a flash. One second you were dancing, having fun despite having approached the man with intentions, though you did feel slightly guilty knowing he was the decided on catalyst. Whoever he was, his name escaping you the second he said it due to your nerves, was sweet; he was friendly, funny, easy to talk to which made him a perfect candidate some flirting. You had done so, just enough that you asking for a dance wasn’t out of the blue, and before you knew it you were out on the floor with his hands on your hips. The next second? It was Ace.

All you could see was the material of Ace’s shirt, and when your head tipped up you were staring at the back of his head. There was a tension in his shoulders as he made space for himself in between you and the poor soul who didn’t expect a thing, his arms crossed and head tilted down. He had height on the other man, and you could picture him staring down his nose, looking intimidating for someone who was anything but if you knew him. Still, upon first glance Ace could be plenty menacing if he tried hard enough, and it seemed as though he was certainly doing a good job in making your dance partner uneasy.

Huh. It worked.

“You can leave,” was all Ace said, and even though the music was blaring the words cut through the noise easily. He stood strong, unmoving, and even though you were absolutely ecstatic that the plan had worked, you still felt bad for the poor guy.

Your head tipped, looking around Ace, and you offered him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry,” you mouthed to him, genuinely guilty and watching as he backed up, successfully intimidated. He spared you a look, his own tight smile, and then he disappeared into the crowd while you straightened yourself up. It was just in time for Ace to look at you past his shoulder and you glanced back, a little unnerved yourself at the hard stare you were receiving. It wasn’t scary, you weren’t an ounce bit uneasy, but you most definitely were not going to be left unscathed.

Oops.

“Heeeeeeey,” you greeted weakly, a nervous smile on your face as Ace turned to you. You didn’t dare say anything else, lips massaging together as you shrunk under that demanding gaze.

“Having fun?”

You weren’t sure of an appropriate answer. The plan had been a success, but where did you go from here? Ace wasn’t pleased, you were sheepish, and you could practically feel Nami’s amusement. It had been a good idea at the time, but now that action had been taken you weren’t entirely sure what your next move should be. There were many routes you could’ve gone, most of which were based on your nervousness, but the one that stuck out in your mind was fuelled by many things - the bothered look on Ace’s face, Nami’s encouragement in the back of your brain, and your tipsy confidence.

“I was.”

Ace’s eyebrows shot straight up at your snap, not daring to break the heavy stare that you seemed to be unable to hide from. He felt his fingers twitch, felt his jaw set, and his lips pursed after he heaved a great sigh. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

You had won in a way, the one hundred percent success rate making that obvious. You had that under your belt at the very least, but it was incredibly clear that Ace had the upper hand simply because he was doing a very good job in intimidating you. You had thought you’d be able to run away with your win, would be able to be a little smug, but instead you were left frozen to your spot.

You cleared your throat. “What I mean is I wanted to dance.”

“I see,” Ace responded, one arm dropping to his side while the other slipped slowly around your waist. He could feel you tense up and it made him smirk, tightening his hold in order to pull you closer. “You could’ve just asked.”

You pouted and tossed your head to the side, your cool facade fading when a sliver of bitterness crossed your face. “You seemed otherwise occupied.”

Ah.

He couldn’t help it, not one bit. Ace was so wildly entertained by your sudden irritation, a brief interaction that was entirely meaningless between himself and whoever that girl was had been seeming to really get under your skin. He couldn’t help but be a little cocky at that point, a devilishness behind his expression that twisted onto his face. His smirk only grew more crooked as he studied you, his fingers digging into your lower back as he did. Part of him wanted nothing more than to relish in your stewing, but his smartass nature couldn’t hold it back.

“Didn’t think you were the jealous type.”

Your eyes rolled and then you were peeking at Ace through the corner of your eye. You scanned him slowly before your head was turning to him once more, and you found yourself a little annoyed at his comment. “Didn’t think you were either.”

Ace’s face fell and now you were the one with a quirk to the corner of your mouth. He zoned in on that, maybe glaring the slightest bit before his eyes flicked up to yours. He locked your stare, held your gaze, and his other hand came up to hold your hip as the two of you kept moving to the music. “Didn’t think you’d give me a reason to be,” he replied after a long moment, and he had absolutely no reason not to confess his jealousy because it had already been made so obvious to you; he’d look stupid if he tried to convince you otherwise. Ace found himself glancing down at your mouth again, and that hand on your hip came up to cup your jaw, his thumb running along your bottom lip. His head lowered, face nearing yours, and he heard your breath hitch in anticipation as your lids got heavy. He stopped just short of a connection, let his own breath billow over your cheeks, and he chuckled from deep within his chest.

“Let’s go.”

Ace watched - with absolute displeasure, mind you - as that once waiting expression turned bold. You reached behind yourself, fingers wrapping around his wrists and you pulled his hands away from you. Something reared its head inside of him, something that overwhelmed him entirely and his stare turned hard. Your eyebrow arched, your lips twisted into a smirk, and you met his gaze with a challenge.

“No,” you bit, and with a whirl your hair slapped him in the face and you walked away.

Sitting across from Ace among the group of faces he recognized was you - bright, cheery, insolent you. You reappeared some time after you made your dramatic exit, after Ace retreated back to where Nami had been among a group of familiar people. Sabo was animatedly leading a conversation, Zoro was content with beer in hand, but then suddenly there was nothing but irritation written on his face. You had come from behind Ace, weaved yourself around the chair he was seated in and headed straight for the barely there spot between Nami and the green-haired grump. Somehow you wiggled your way in, your cup in your hand and another held out to Nami who ditched her empty one and took what you offered. Easily did you slip into the chat, the topic unknown by Ace who was only interested in watching you only mere feet away from him.

The game you insisted on starting was continuing it seemed, because there wasn’t a single glance in his direction despite him staring holes into you. Your eyes would simply avoid his when they had to pass, you refusing to acknowledge him in any sort of way, and honestly? Ace was over it. If you wanted to keep playing then all he could do was let you until you grew tired of it, and he figured he could make that happen pretty quickly if he went on as though he was unbothered. It was easy enough, all he had to do was occupy himself, and after finishing off his own drink he was pulling his phone from his pocket and throwing himself into mind-sucking social media. Instagram first, scrolling until he was bored and then moving on to take a peek at Facebook. Instead he settled on flicking aimlessly through TikTok, not paying any mind to the time-consuming app.

Yet.

The thing was Ace ended up absorbed as he always did when he pulled it open, and he wasn’t sure how long he zoned out but his attention was ripped away when his phone vibrated in his hand. A banner dropped from the top of the screen, a message with your name on it, and Ace’s brow furrowed as he glanced in your direction. You weren’t even looking at your phone anymore, it in your hand and useless as you laughed at something Nami said. His thumb tapped the notification and your conversation was pulled up, then it was mere seconds before he was rushing to flip his phone around and hide the screen.

Oh.

When Ace turned his gaze onto you, you were staring back this time, and you were wearing one of the most taunting smiles he had ever seen. It started to grow and then your teeth sunk into your lip, forcing it away, but he could still see what that devilish expression would be if you didn’t try and hide it. Making sure that no one was peering over his shoulder, Ace turned his phone around again and read the message. He actually had to read it a couple times, make sure he was seeing what he was seeing, and then he was looking at you once more. Again had your attention turned away from him, and he took that opportunity to blow air into his cheeks and then release it slowly as he studied his screen, searching his brain for a response. He couldn’t though, not when all it wanted to do was read your text over and over again.

‘All I can picture is your head between my thighs.’

Holy shit.

Ace must’ve pondered over his reply for too long because suddenly he was staring at your chat bubble, holding his breath as he watched the dots move.

‘Do you know how badly I want you to fuck me right now?’

With how dry his mouth had become Ace had to swallow, his throat bobbing as he did and then his jaw was almost locked with how tense it was. Ace didn’t trust himself to do anything in the moment, not even look at you in fear of having his buttons pushed more than they already were. You were good at that among other things, and those other things were jus -

“Ace?”

It was a visible jump, one that didn’t go unnoticed, and when Ace looked up Sabo was staring at him along with everyone else. He was wide-eyed, phone screen hidden by his stomach when he pressed it against it, and he was quick to glance around to find everyone else watching as well. You were included in that, though you were leaned back in the couch and certainly not curious, smug instead. He lingered on you for just a moment, fighting off the urge to glare at your cocky grin, but then he was turning his attention back to the blonde in the other chair beside him.

“Yeah?” he asked as if he hadn’t been acting weird, and watched as Sabo’s eyebrow dipped before he let it go.

“We’re gonna grab some food after this, you wanna come?”

“Uh,” his gaze flicked to you quick enough that you were merely a blur in the corner of his eye, but he already knew his answer without having to check in on you. “Nah, I’ll probably just head home.”

Sabo was talking again, and Ace was finally aware enough that he realized the topic had been what to eat. In all reality his stomach would’ve been happy with a healthy feed of nuggets, but the way his phone vibrated in his hand after a few seconds of Sabo’s wonderment twisted it instead of making it growl. When he was sure he was out of the spotlight he pulled his phone up again, Ace drawing the screen closer to his face in hopes of no one witnessing his downfall.

‘You? Not hungry?’

That was the first text, but he was halfway through reading it when the other came through.

‘Is it because you wanna make me come on your cock?’

Oh, fuck.

That was just a little too much, and Ace went rigid. He gulped when he moved, when he shifted in his seat and let his phone drop into his lap along with his hands as he straightened up. He needed a moment, needed to take a deep breath, and he really needed to stop the way his jeans were getting tighter and tighter with every passing second. He was almost a little desperate when he looked to you again, and he found you still staring at him with a wildly entertained look on your face. Your eyebrow arched, your head tilted, and you winked before your lips puckered to blow him a kiss. Ace watched you look away again, whispering something into Nami’s ear to which she looked at you and nodded, taking your drink. You were standing then, no longer paying him any mind as you stepped around the furniture and turned the corner, disappearing. For what felt like a long time Ace was able to take a deep breath and fill himself with new life, replenishing the stale air that had just seemed to circulate in his lungs. It took a number of minutes before his brain cleared itself of his fog, of the brief flash of arousal that passed through him, and he felt safe enough to finally join in on the conversation.

He wasn’t.

Powerful, that was how you felt. It was like you were standing on top of the world, seated on a throne at the highest peak - a queen.

When you made a display of your exit from the figurative dancefloor you weren’t entirely sure what your next steps were, just knowing that you needed to turn away before Ace managed to get a grip on you again. He was good at that, making you melt, but there was no way he wasn’t going to get the upper hand so you decided to just leave. He had already been too close, you had almost went with him half an hour ago after he scared your company away, but your brattiness had the audacity to rear its head. You weren’t pleased with the suggestion that Ace had won, because you were determined to have the trophy that night.

The bathroom offered solace. The bass was a mere echo, shaking the surrounding walls but muffled nonetheless. It gave your ears relief, and the bright light that flooded the space offered a little more normalcy, a break from the surrealism that parties often brought. It was easy to lose yourself in celebration, to pretend that there was no concern about the world outside, but there was a reality wasn’t there? A reality that was surely going to get you in trouble, but for now it was just plain fun.

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile grow as you stared at yourself in the mirror, but you couldn’t help it. You were more than a little satisfied with whatever plan you had created to work Ace up. He was always the one to be in control, to bend you to his will. Not tonight! No, tonight was your night, and you were pretty damn pleased with yourself. It seemed as though he was struggling, a little uncomfortable, and that was exactly what you wanted from him. In fact, in this moment as well, you wanted the same. That was when your eyes dropped to your phone on the counter briefly before looking up again, staring at your reflection with a renewed confidence that had you standing tall once more.

You considered your options then, wondered if you should push it just a little bit further, and with a slip of your hand under your shirt you had made your decision. It pushed up, the material eventually being pulled over your head, and you let it drop to the floor before looking at your reflection once more. You fixed your hair where it had only gotten more tousled with the pull of your top, taking the extra second before your phone was raised and the camera faced the mirror. Your smile was sultry when you studied yourself, making sure everything was well placed before you took the photo, drawing your phone back to see it to ensure that the picture was fine before you went to the next page, Ace’s name at the top of the Snapchat list which was absolutely no surprise. You sent it and watched the red arrow closely, it being a matter of seconds before your snap was opened, and you giggled when the next notification popped up.

Ace is typing …

Then suddenly he wasn’t and you pouted at your screen, glancing up at your reflection.

Fine.

With the phone on the counter again your fingers went for your belt, and you made quick work of it. You let it hang as you went for your button next, the zipper pulled down shortly after. You shimmied out of your jeans then, kicking them away after toeing off your shoes, and once again did you find yourself in the mirror. Another photo, one where you had pushed your breasts up a little more in your bra - lacy and maybe worn with a slight expectancy - and set your matching underwear low on your hips. Your second lookover, your second photo, your second opened snap, but there was no second notification from Ace like there was before. You then decided to add fuel to the fire, taking a bit longer to mull over your option considering it could be risky, but the door was locked and that was enough, wasn’t it? With conviction did your hands reach behind your back, the clasp of your bra being undone and your straps just about to fall off your shoulders when the door handle rattled. Your eyes shot to it, your heart suddenly racing at the prospect of being caught, and your fingers went to fly to the hooks again when your phone vibrated on the marble of the sink’s counter. You stared at it for a second, considering whether or not you should dress first, but a stretch of your neck drew you to it while you held your bra to your chest, more interested in the name that had appeared on it. Quick to unlock it you brought up Ace’s text, three words that excited you to no end.

‘Let me in.’

Your head turned towards the door again, and you spent some time studying it, knowing full well who it was on the other side and to be honest? You kind of wanted to make him wait. So you did, stood on the cushion tiled floor and not daring to move an inch, but you did when your phone shook in your hand again and you raised it.

‘Y/N.’

Your lip trapped itself between your teeth, chewed on, and you set the phone down as you glanced at the door once again and bit back your smile. You stepped closer to it though slowly, making Ace wait even longer, and your hand came up so that your fingers could brush over the doorknob. They moved over the lock then, and the second you pressed the button far enough the knob was turning and the door was practically shoved open, though it was only far enough that Ace could slip in and then snap it shut behind him in a matter of seconds. It made you stumble, a squeak leaving you as you tripped over your feet just slightly, but then you were caught.

Ace’s hand shot out and grabbed onto your wrist, using your slip to his advantage, and it was with a quick whirl and some coordinated steps on his end that you were suddenly trapped between him and the counter. It was pressing into your lower back, the cold edge of the sink sending chills all over your exposed skin, and yet the heat that Ace was radiating when he pressed himself into you was doing an excellent job at keeping you warm. He was flush to you, fitting every single curve of his body against yours until you were practically melting into one another. He had you caged in, a hand on either side of you resting on the countertop, and you had absolutely no way to escape this time. Ace stared at you down the bridge of his nose, his height making your head tip back so that you could see him properly, and when you did catch his gaze you couldn’t look away. The stare was intense, not exactly cross but certainly not pleased, though it was a bit hard to tell when the expression he wore was one of slight stoicness. It was your close proximity that allowed you to see it, but it was that same proximity that made you nervous. Ace was just so close, and he was so incredibly hard to read in the moment that you couldn’t even begin to imagine what was running through his head at that point. You did receive a hint though, when he broke your stare to flick his eyes down to where you were holding your bra to your chest still. It was useless, barely hanging on, and with a simple pull of your arms through the straps it fell to the floor, joining the pile beside your feet. He looked up again after lingering for a seco - well maybe longer, but other than that he was intent on just watching you.

“Ace, I-”

Perhaps he was just waiting for you to speak, to ruin the atmosphere so that he could shut you up. Ace did, surged forward and captured your lips with his own in a way that was so crushing you knew they were going to bruise. You paid no mind though, not when the kiss was just so intense it was dizzying. Immediately did fireworks explode behind your eyes, sparks danced across your skin, and you found yourself only being able to fist the fabric of Ace’s shirt at his chest. It was tight enough that your fingers were sore where they were curled, but you paid it no mind in favor of tangling your tongue with Ace’s. You may have turned into putty but you still had some fight in you, still tried to push Ace back, but he dominated you in a matter of seconds. It instantly reminded you of the position you were in, that you had no chance when it came to this man who had intention. There was no point in trying to defend yourself, you were guilty after all.

Ace’s hands, the ones that were resting on either side of you, moved suddenly and quickly, curling underneath your thighs and you were hoisted up onto the counter. You recoiled, gasped at the contact of the cool marble on your skin, and it broke the kiss but it barely stopped Ace. His head dropped down and his lips landed on your neck, the assault of tongue and teeth starting there. He’d bite, he’d soothe, and then repeat with time for a few bruises to be sucked to the surface in between. At that point you didn’t even think of the repercussions, your head tipping back and your hands flying up to rush into Ace’s hair, gripping the dark locks tightly. You let out a soft whimper when his teeth nibbled on a place sensitive, biting down on your lip when arousal struck through you. His lips, his cologne, his warm hands slipping up your thighs and holding you at your hips, everything about Ace was driving you wild, lust licking deep from within your belly.

The whole thing was just as exciting as it was nerve-wracking, what was happening behind the bathroom door. It was locked, sure, but that didn’t mean anything when it came to a drunken night where anything could happen. You weren’t one hundred percent safe, you knew that, but your mind was so fogged up that you didn’t have a care in the world. No, in the moment all you wanted was Ace - hear him, taste him, feel him. You certainly did with the way he pressed himself against you, tighter than before and making you feel every single curve and crevice of his body. With the skimpy lace you were wearing it was torture when Ace stepped more into you, when the rough material of his jeans pressed right against your core, and all you could think about was how good the slightest bit of friction felt. You sought more of it, wrapped your legs around Ace’s waist and pulled him impossibly closer, and you couldn’t help the way your hips lifted and rolled against the strained denim. The roughness brushed against your clothed clit though it hardly did anything to protect it, and you figured that you as well have not been wearing the underwear at all. Ace must’ve thought the same thing.

For just a moment did Ace break away from you, putting only enough space so that when you lifted your hips he could hook his fingers into the waist of your underwear and had all but ripped them down your legs. They were flung somewhere but you weren’t paying attention, how could you when Ace came back so quickly to ravage you senseless? All you could taste was the sweet nectar on his lips, feel the way his body moved underneath your roaming hands, and you wanted so much more yet you weren’t as fast as Ace who had gotten an arm tightly around your waist. He leaned you back and pulled his mouth from yours, then it was a kiss to your jaw, down your neck and to your collarbone. His lips landed in between your breasts, and he glanced up at you as they traveled to the right, dragging over the soft skin until he had a perky nipple in between them. You gasped when he sucked, hand flying to the back of his head and the other curled around the edge of the counter. Ace’s free hand crept up your body, skimming along your side until it was high enough that it could reach your other breast. You released a pleased hum when he squeezed, and you pressed up into his touch for just a moment before your own hands shot down and went straight for Ace’s belt. It was clumsy, your fingers desperate enough that they had kind of forgotten how to work, and you swore when it just wouldn’t come undone. Ace took over then, pulling back from you and pushing your hands away so that he could do it himself which he did rather efficiently. It was a waste of time to get it completely off, no point in doing so when there were more things to tend to, namely his jeans and your pleasure.

“Come on,” you urged, as impatient as Ace was when he shimmied his pants down just enough that he could pull himself free. His hands were on you again then, at your hips and dragging you to the edge of the counter fast enough that you squeaked, jerking with the move. Your legs were wrapped around Ace’s waist again, though it wasn’t nearly as fast as Ace had guided his cock to press to your cunt. The rush that you experienced when Ace had barged in left you thrilled, excited, and it was reflected by the way you were left completely soaking wet, ready for the taking. Some noise left you, a desperate one that was nothing but sheer want for Ace, and you were rewarded with a thrust of his hips that did its purpose and filled you fast.

The sound that you let out then was stunning, a beautiful moan that slipped from your mouth and flew past Ace’s ear. He was thankful for the music that was booming outside, thankful that the base was beating and disguising whatever was happening behind the bathroom door. He wanted for you to be able to make those sounds, wanted to be able to hear them, and he had every intention of being the one to pull them out of you. So he did, with his hands moving to grip under your thighs so that he could hold your legs open for him, and he slammed forward after every draw back of his hips. It wasn’t exactly a rhythm, rather it was Ace thrusting as he saw fit to make you squeal with every deep strike he gave you, watching you bounce with every one of them. Your teeth were sunken into your lip, head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut, and the way your fingers scrambled on the smooth surface made him wish they were grappling for him instead. Ace didn’t have time to mull it over, him much more interested in watching the way your pussy swallowed him up as he found a pace, and while it started somewhat slow there was an immediate need for more, more, more.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist again, pull you up from where you were slightly slouched and so you could be held against Ace. One hand at your back, the other holding your leg up under one of your knees, and Ace was in the perfect position to pound into you. You needed something to hold onto and that was when your arms were thrown around Ace’s neck, his name falling from your lips when he hit you just right. It came before your mouth was claimed again, any sound you made then swallowed up and muffled, and the same went for Ace who grunted when you clenched around him. Unknowingly you fulfilled Ace’s wish, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders, but you did feel him shiver under it when your nails dragged down to his chest even though it was clothed. You felt as though it was a tad unfair, the fact that Ace still had practically his whole attire on, and yet, in a way, it added to the mood.

Ace was a force to be reckoned with in the moment, a dominating energy meeting your submission. You were his for the taking and it was incredibly obvious, and it was also obvious that Ace knew that as well because there wasn’t a single second in which you weren’t being taken advantage of. It was your lips first, the way the kiss only got hotter when Ace devoured your mouth, tongue fighting itself in. Then it was your body, how his hands felt over every inch that he could touch, leaving fire in its wake yet still making chills spread throughout you. He had a total grip on you, in control of flooding your senses with him and how he made you feel.

Which was indescribable, by the way.

The kiss was broken by Ace who moved away too fast, and you whimpered when you lost the connection because you wanted so much more of it. He moved even further then, pulled out of you without so much as a warning. You almost went tumbling off the counter, but you didn’t even have the chance to before Ace’s hands were on you again, and he was quick to turn you around after you found your footing. A gasp was ripped from you when you were pushed forward, your hands landing flat on the surface to catch yourself while Ace pressed himself up against you once more.

“Look at me.”

It was the first words he had spoken since entering the bathroom, and your eyes widened when you heard it - raspy, husky, thick with lust. Your head whipped up, fast and obedient, and it only took you seconds to find Ace’s gaze in the mirror. It was intense, watching you closer than you had ever seen before, and you couldn’t will yourself to look anywhere else but at him.

Not like you even dared to.

Ace watched you for a long moment, simply staring at your reflection and enjoying the way your lips parted to let out a quiet moan as he once more let his cock fill your needy cunt. His hips were flush against you when his hands slid up your sides slowly, large and a little rough which made the supple skin of your tits tingle as he groped them. He used his hold to pull you up, press your back to his chest and then his chin dropped to your shoulder. Not once did your connection break, not even when Ace turned his head to kiss the shell of your ear, and his lips lingered there as he studied your face.

“You’re mine.”

It was just a whisper, but with Ace’s mouth being so close to your ear it was as loud as the music outside the door. It made you freeze even though you were barely moving as it was, all still except for your heart that was beating wildly in your chest. For a second you weren’t sure if you had heard what Ace said, or maybe you had dreamt it, but with the way he was looking at you, you didn’t have any reason to doubt it. Still though, to hear what Ace had said was just …

“Say it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”

Exhilarating.

Ace smirked at you in the mirror and let you go, your hands once again holding you up when you fell forward. His own were on your hips again, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he drew his hips back, and with a snap forward his relentless pace started up once more. Your head flung back and you moaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut when Ace started fucking into you hard. It was faster than before, deeper, and you couldn’t stop the sounds that were pouring from your mouth over and over again. Every strike drew a pleasure from you that went unrivaled, sending your head into a dizzy mess as the thrusts bounced you against the counter. You couldn’t help but look up then, at the two of you in the mirror. It was an obscene image, Ace fucking into you hard with flushed, freckled cheeks and a wild look in his eye, grunting. You, on the other hand, were not as composed.

You were desperate, wanting to hang onto something, anything that your fingers could curl into but there wasn’t a damn thing. Your lip was near raw from where you had been biting it, red and swollen, and your neck, you noticed - now with slight concern though not nearly enough to worry further - was adorned with soft but obvious marks. That was a later Y/N problem, because as of now you wanted nothing more than to continue being hammered into by the man who was bringing you so much pleasure at that moment. Your breath was ragged when you panted, and you could hear that Ace was doing no better with the way his chest was heaving just as yours was.

At some point it had been become all about you - Ace fucking you, Ace filling your cunt over and over again, Ace making sure you stayed right where you were so that he could keep pleasuring you. You were thankful, and you rewarded him with tight clenches of your pussy around his plunging length, slamming yourself back with every thrust to meet him. It was a welcomed move, Ace’s hips bucking with an uncontrolled jerk and his head fell back, a moan of your name spilling past his lips. Rather it was a growl, something that urged you on and made you keep moving. It was your turn, letting Ace take a break from the work as you fucked yourself on his cock. You watched him in the mirror then, watched as he let his own ecstasy flow through him and write itself over his face.

It truly became too much to keep his gaze on you, Ace driven wild by the way you were staring back at him with the most intense of eyes. He had to drop his own, wanted to do so, so that he could watch as you took him over and over again. You were so incredibly excited, he could see it in the way your thighs were glistening, cunt drooling around him more and more as he took over again.

“Ace, please!”

He relished in that, how you shouted loud enough that if someone were listening in it would’ve been easy to tell what was happening. He didn’t care, and you didn’t either when he drove himself deeper than he ever had before. Then it was the look you gave him, meeting his eyes in the mirror again but yours slipped close as a euphoric smile took over your face. You were throbbing, so, so close to the edge that he knew you were teetering on, and he could tell in the way you were responding to him. His touch slid up along your spine and something wracked through your body as your back arched, a whine escaping as he bent over you just enough that his hands could cover yours. Your own scrambled then, leaving the counter so that your fingers could grip onto his, and it was tight enough that it told him exactly where you were along your string of pleasure. You were there, right there, and with one more accurate slam of his hips he had the absolute pleasure of watching you hit that high in the mirror.

The feeling that surged through you was near violent, made you release a sinful sound that bounced right off the surrounding walls. You could hear it in your own ears though it was muffled, the blood in your veins rushing so intensely that it was almost overpowering. You felt your heart pumping, felt as it beat wildly in your chest, but it was nothing in comparison to the throbbing of your core when Ace kept his ruthless pace. Your head dropped to rest against the counter, whining and whimpering with the sensitivity he had drove you to when he kept drilling into your clenching pussy. Thankfully it wasn’t for long, because that peak you had reached was one where Ace found himself at, and he tumbled right off as a loud moan rushed out from deep within his chest. That was a stunning picture, too, seeing him succumb to and lose himself in his pleasure, and you were more than happy to listen to it happen.

It took some time but the next moment came, the one where everything settled. It was the moment in which heads started clearing, in which the fog was dissipating and you could see properly. It happened for both you and Ace nearly at the same time because when you lifted your head from the cool surface and looked in the mirror at Ace, he was just looking up as well. Your gazes met and it was as though forever passed as you stared at one another, as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened because to be frank? What just transpired? Well that was something neither of you had ever experienced before.

It was mind and body numbingly fantastic.

You couldn’t help it then, the way in which you felt the biggest smile start growing, but you did manage to bite it back. Only for so long though, because suddenly the brightest of grins was stretching over Ace’s lips and yours broke across your face. You had to look away then, a little overwhelmed by everything you were feeling but they were all the most wonderful of things - body humming, stomach twisting pleasantly, even the slight twinge of pleasure when Ace stepped away and pulled out of you was a nice feeling. Your legs were still shaky though, made obvious when the hands on your waist pulled you up and spun you around again, but you didn’t have time to stand on them when Ace so easily lifted you to sit on the sink counter once more. His hands stayed where they were, skimming up and down your sides until they trailed up some time after, heading towards your face to hold it.

Your lips looked swollen, angry and red, and Ace’s thumb traced along the bottom one so gently it was as if he barely skimmed over it. Still, you winced, and Ace whispered an apology before leaning down to leave behind a ghost of a kiss, a gesture to soothe the bruising. He pulled away but you followed, kissing him for longer this time with your hands sliding up his chest to rest on it, warm and light as they relaxed there. The two of you basked then - in the moment, in each other, in the intimacy despite everything having been such a whirlwind of rawness. The way Ace took you into his arms contradicted how he had earlier, how the hands that were on you were gentle as they ran up your waist and to around your back, running up and down slowly. Your own arms found themselves wrapped around his neck, pulling from the kiss in favor of burying your face into Ace’s shoulder. He chuckled then, you felt it in his chest, and his lips were pressing to your head.

“You happy to get out of here now, or are you still going to be a brat?”

“Ugh!” you exclaimed, releasing your hold and shoving Ace away from you, scowling. “Seriously?! We were having a nice moment!”

Ace laughed, stumbling over his own feet as he quickly worked to fix himself, a few seconds passing before he started collecting your clothing for you and coming back so that he could hand them off. “I’m sorry, please don’t look at me like that,” he said when he caught your pout aimed at him as you went to grab your clothes from him, catching your hand so that he could bring it up to kiss the back. “I’ll buy McDonalds, okay?”

That seemed to catch your attention, though you still looked at him cautiously when you finally got a hold of your clothes. It was a side eye that you shot him as you hopped off the counter, slipping your underwear back on and then standing tall again. “Ten pack?” you questioned, being wary of Ace’s answer.

“Nuggets, large fry, the whole dream,” he told you, handing you your jeans. You were still hesitant, he could tell, and he tipped his head as he smiled a little sneakily. “And an Oreo McFlurry?” was his next offer, watching as your annoyance slipped further and further away.

Yeah, Oreos always did the trick.

“You literally said you were buying that for me,” you muttered blandly, not even bothering to turn your head over your shoulder when your hand was brought up over it, Ace directing the spoonful of ice cream you intended on eating to his mouth instead.

“Mm-mm,” he denied, even though it was muffled around the spoon which he released a moment after, “I just said I was buying it. Didn’t you know? Sharing is caring.”

“Caring my ass.” With a roll of your eyes, though entirely playful, you took a couple more bites before offering the rest of the ice cream to the man seated behind you. You leaned into his chest as he took it, letting him finish it off quickly before you got really comfortable, and soon enough Ace’s arms were winding around your waist again. He pulled you closer from where you were in between his legs, closer than you thought possible, and his chin came to rest on your shoulder. Your arm raised up, fingers running through Ace’s hair, and you felt him lean into the touch with a pleased hum as you scrubbed his scalp.

The movie on Ace’s laptop was background noise at this point, your focus turned on the blanket that was half thrown over you, bunched in your lap. Your free hand had some of the material in it, you absentmindedly playing with it as you sat in what you didn’t realize was a loud silence. It must’ve rang clearly because your middle was being squeezed and it knocked you out of whatever tornado was in your mind, earning a soft noise from you in acknowledgement.

Ace pressed his lips to your shoulder through his hoodie you were wearing, letting them linger for a moment before he was lifting his head and kissing your cheek next. “You’re thinking.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your gaze tearing away from the blanket and lifting back to the computer though the movie still went unnoticed to you. “Everyone thinks, Ace. Just because you have nothing going on up there doesn’t mean everyone else’s head is empty.” You punctuated your point when the hand that was still in his hair thumped his head lightly before it pulled away, dropping to his arm and rubbing it softly as you snickered at the frown you felt. “No, I am,” you eventually answered after another moment of silence.

“Yeah? About what?”

You bit your lip, eyes drawn down again to your fingers dancing over Ace’s arm. You let the question hang in the air, a little unsure of how to answer with the thoughts that were racing through your head. There were a lot of questions, complicated ones that only appeared after the night you had, ones that bothered you but you weren’t sure bothered Ace. Would it be out of line? To ask about the moment? The moment you couldn’t get out of your damn head, with words that kept repeating over and over and over and over? You knew you needed the answer though, if only for your peace of mind.

“Did you mean it?”

Now Ace was confused, wondering what it was you meant but mostly concerned with how small you sounded when you asked it. It was so unlike you, you having your fair share of bashful moments but not when you were searching for an answer. You were a curious mind when you wanted to be, and clearly you had your questions, but the way you were acting so tentatively concerned him. You always had something to say, always knew what had to be said, and now you were shrinking more and more as time went on.

“Mean what?” he asked quietly, hoping to encourage you instead of pushing you. Then you moved away and he panicked, letting you go but following you to sit up straight himself. “Wait -”

“Am I yours?”

You didn’t actually go too far, only shifted until you were sitting on your knees in front of Ace, but you couldn’t look at him. You had taken every ounce of confidence inside of you to ask the question, to let yourself wonder about what Ace had said earlier in the night. It was in the moment, a moment that you had to admit was one that had both of your head’s cloudy, so was it even something to hang onto? You did though, hang onto it that is. It was suddenly something that complicated things so incredibly much on your side that you didn’t know whether or not you’d be able to come back from it. Nami had gotten into your head, had you wondering just what it was that Ace was thinking about everything, and now you had to know. You were quickly losing your edge though, and you could only cave in just a little more. Ace stopped you from spiraling by catching your chin with his fingers, first stopping it from dropping even further and then lifting it so that he could see your face. You still couldn’t meet his eyes however, not until he whispered your name and made you.

“Do you wanna be?”

The thing was everything turned upside down for Ace as well. It was the moment in which the prospect that he could lose you had lingered in the air, the moment that he saw you with another man. The feeling that flooded him in that moment was a surge of energy that burned his insides, and every part of him needed to reach you right then and there; he needed you, and that was all he could think about. You took over his everything, and when he finally had you in his grasp that everything became right.

When you settled onto your knees you were close enough that your fingers could reach Ace’s chest, crawling up until they were at the collar of his shirt. You played with it then, twisted and pulled the fabric, and you must’ve done so for long enough because Ace urged you on with a touch of his forehead to yours. You lifted your gaze again, met his eyes, and Ace smiled that signature smile of his, offering you courage.

“Yeah,” you replied, a simple answer for a simple question. It rewarded you though, when Ace’s smile turned radiant and his hands came up to hold your face. He tilted it, just enough that when he captured your lips they were slotting perfectly together, and that’s exactly what it was - perfect. It was soft but deep, slow, and it told you everything you needed to know to squash any and every question you had. Then it was easy from there to just melt into Ace, to let him take you back into his arms with a renewed confidence that had you getting even closer when your arms slipped around his neck, a hand at the back of Ace’s head. The two of you were still near one another when the kiss broke, noses brushing and it was easy to close the gap again and again until both of you were satisfied. It took some time, several exchanges before you were giggling, leaning your weight so much that both of you fell into the bed.

Ace laughed as he caught you, as he made sure you landed carefully when he flopped back, and when he situated himself he was staring up at you fondly. You were hovering just over him, close with a locked gaze that he didn’t dare look away from, and once again his hand rose to cup your face. His thumb stroked your cheek and his adoring smile turned even more tender when you turned your head and kissed his palm.

“I’m yours, too.”