I'm The Best Damn Loser You'll Ever Meet

“Are you ready for your ceremony, Little Witch?” Callahan asked from where he stood behind his desk. 

I was the last one in the class because my potions partner managed to spill half of the ingredients on the floor but had to rush to her last class. I of course stayed behind to clean up the mess. I looked up from where I wiped the table and found that his eyes weren't even on me, they were on the papers in his hand.

I puffed my cheeks out for a second before I straightened and answered, “of course I am. Every witch prepares for this when they enroll.”

His thick brow arched but his deep, molten chocolate eyes remained downcast behind his black-rimmed glasses, scanning the papers. “The demon you’ve chosen, you think he'll be able to unlock your pure power?” There was an edge to his tone that I couldn't quite place, but it made my stomach flip.

“I hope so, we have been planning this since the first week. He’s from the 8th circle so he's very powerful in his own right so I’ve heard.” The 8th circle of Hell was adjacent to the Devil's own, and a myriad of demons often hailed from there. The demons didn't speak of hell often and witches didn't pry. Those that did were often extremists and longed for unlimited power… they never survived to find out the truth.

Callahan hummed and shuffled his papers. “Let's hope your plan works out then.” He finally looked up and his eyes found mine instantly. I swallowed my suddenly dry throat and folded the rag onto the workbench. “Remember he has to make you cum.” He said it so nonchalantly, as though we were talking about the weather and not another man fucking me. 

I nodded once despite my blush. “I know, and it also helps if I make him cum.” It was a snippet of advice from one of the older witches who underwent the ceremony years prior.

The papers were placed on his desk and he rounded the solid wood. He wore a white shirt that strained against his broad shoulders and fitted grey plaid trousers that hugged his thick thighs. I only wondered if every part of him was as thick. My throat went from dry to my mouth watering. Mentally, I scolded myself for staring but he was just too damn attractive to be behind a desk. However, I was more than happy to sit in his class all day. 

I picked up my bag from the floor and slung it over my shoulder, making sure my hair was not caught in the strap. Then, I made my way towards him, towards the exit. He followed my every move with his arms folded across his chest. The white shirt begged to be unbuttoned by the way it strained against his chest. 

“Goodnight Professor,” I muttered as I placed my hand on the doorknob.

Suddenly he was there, his warm hand around my wrist and his breath on my neck. The hairs at the back of my head fluttered. His chest barely brushed the back of my jumper. His presence overwhelmed my senses and the warming smell of spices and bonfire set my skin ablaze, as did the small stroke of his thumb on my inner wrist as he turned me to face him. 

I craned my neck to look up at him, my lips parted from the sudden intrusion of my personal space. Briefly -so quick that I thought I imagined it- his gaze dipped to those lips before they returned to my eyes. “One more tip before tomorrow.” I nodded because I didn't know what else to do when he was so close. He looked down at where he still held my wrist, where my pulse galloped at an alarming speed. The ghost of a smirk flittered across his lips. “Don't hold back; the instant you feel the rush of power you need to ride it out. It might feel like it's too much, but the demon is there to ground you, to help you siphon all of that energy. Do you understand, Little Witch?” He locked eyes with me again.

“Yes,” I breathed out. At that moment I didn't want to think about the ceremony, I didn't want to think about riding Damian, not when Callahan filled my vision. 

He grinned but it was all sharp teeth. “Good. Then you should be fine tomorrow.”

***

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Damian whispered in my ear. His soft voice almost made me jump but I turned from the balcony to face him fully.

A wave of calm settled over me, a stem of his own magic trying to soothe me. He took both my hands in his, entwined our fingers and pulled me flush against him. We stood amongst the pillows and blankets, both of us only in robes tied at our waists. There was no need for clothes considering what we were about to do.

“Are you going to kiss me, Damian?” I glance between his eyes and the balcony. 

I really needed to focus and their gazes were not helping. I took a deep breath and pressed myself further against his chest. 

“Fuck yes,” he muttered before he slammed his lips to mine. 

He tasted like oranges and fresh air which made me curl into him. He guided my arms around his neck then his started to roam. His touch was feather-light as he skimmed down my sides and across my back. I hummed against his mouth as my tension melted away. It felt like floating on air. Then his tongue slid across mine and he moaned against my mouth. The sound made my lips twitch into a smile and I threaded my fingers through his hair. 

Finally, his hands pulled the tie of my robe and slid beneath the silken fabric. His hands were slightly cool which caused goosebumps to travel across my skin. One hand found purchase on my hip whilst the other grazed the underside of my boob. I arched into him, silently asking for more. He obliged by trailing his lips down my neck and down my shoulder. Soon enough his lips found their place around my left nipple. The wet and warmth of his tongue made me gasp and I gripped a fistful of his hair. He smiled against me and swirled his tongue around the quickly hardening bud. 

I raked my hands through his hair then pushed beneath his robe to reveal his smooth skin. He practically glowed under the candle light and I lightly raked my fingers across his shoulders. He shuddered against me and moved his lips to my other nipple. He was slow and meticulous, determined for the ceremony to go well, and my chest warmed at the thought.

“You’re so tasty, Liv, maybe after this I can truly taste you.”

My thighs clenched at the thought and I hummed my agreement. When he started to trail his lips up my neck he laid me down on the pillows, my hair spread around me. I breathed deeply as he untied his robe and threw it to the floor. His half-hard cock bobbed as it was freed and I took my time appreciating his naked body. He allowed me to stare, his skin turning a soft shade of pink under my gaze. 

I reached out, eager to see if his shaft was as silken as the rest of his skin. He gasped when my fingers grazed him and he crawled over me, his lips pressed against mine. His tongue begged for entrance which I permitted. Our tongues swirled around each other and he thrust into my hand. He needed friction and so did I because all my cunt met was cool air. I gripped his shoulders as Callahan’s advice about ‘riding it out’ popped into my head.

“Lay on your back, Damian, let me ride you.” That was all the thoughts of Callahan I allowed as I focused on the ceremony. Although, my mind seemed to be painfully aware that he stood in the balcony rafters watching this unfold. I didn't let myself wonder whether he liked what he saw. 

Damian complied and flipped us so that his hands were on my hips and mine were braced on his chest. His hard length pressed against me. Experimentally, I ground my hips onto him and he moaned lightly, his hands tightening on my hips. My own gasps and moans followed as I lost myself to the feeling of him hard beneath me. It may have been my first time but I had done all of the research I could. The older witches were also happy to tell the stories of their ceremony and their demons. 

“Y/N,” Damian called my name in a strained voice. My hooded eyes locked with his as his mouth hung open in want. “I need to cum inside you, Y/N.” I swallowed and cursed myself as I almost lost myself in the moment instead of focusing on the task: getting my true power. 

I lifted onto my knees as he gripped himself. Once, twice, three times he swirled the tip against my clit making me pant, then he slipped slowly inside. There was a burning stretch to begin with, and the pain knocked the wind from me momentarily. Damian waited for a heartbeat before going slowly, his cock dragged against my sensitive walls and I moaned out a breath. I ground my hips down to meet his slow thrust. It felt good, very good.

Yet, a voice in the back of my mind -or maybe in my gut- told me something was wrong. The sex felt good, but I couldn't feel any signs of my power unfolding. I picked up the pace, my thighs burned and stretched from the effort and Damian groaned beneath me. One of his hands slid up my body and massaged my breast, pulling my nipple lightly. It felt good… so why wasn't my power or orgasm appearing. 

That was when I got in my own head. Panic coursed through my body so strongly that it was hard to focus on the pace. Damian didn't seem to notice as he tilted his head back and continued to thrust. What if my power didn't appear? What if my power had appeared but it was too weak to even register? I never considered what would happen if I failed the ceremony. Oh shit, I’d studied all this time, got some of the highest grades only to fall at the sex hurdle. My chest tightened uncomfortably and I barely registered Damian’s cock inside of me. 

“Shit.” I must have spoken out loud because Damian increased his pace, trying to chase both our highs, but that wasn't coming and it seemed neither would I.

“Move,” a deep voice growled beside us. Damian paused mid thrust and I was hauled into strong, warm arms. I yelped as I was abruptly removed and he gasped at the sensation.

“Hey, what are you-?” Damian sat up and faced the newcomer. 

“Shut up.”

I looked up at Callahan as he placed me on my feet. My whole body trembled from the panic that still ran inside me. My cheeks flared hot as Callahan’s hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in until our noses brushed. 

“Stop panicking, Little Witch, I’m going to make sure you get your power.” 

“What do you mean?” I whispered.

He didn't reply, he merely grinned that too sharp grin and started to undo his belt. Instantly, my eyes caught the movement and I watched as his fingers deftly undid his buckle and then the button until he quickly slid the zipper down. I licked my lips at the thought of what was beneath the red boxers I spied. He loosened the grip on my neck so he could pull back to remove his trousers and boxers in one swoop. Holy shit he was huge. Damian was big but Callahan had girth and length and my virgin pussy quivered at the sight.

“That's not going to fit.” 

I didn't realise that I spoke aloud until Callahan used his hand to stroke himself from base to tip and stated, “it will fit, you can take it.” His words went straight to my core and as I bit my lip, I finally placed my hands on him. I ran my hands over his broad chest, mapping the feel of him beneath my hands. “No time for that, Little Witch, we need to get you good and fucked.”

After he spoke he hooked his hands under my thighs and hoisted my legas around his hips. I felt his hard length press against me and his skin was so hot and solid. I took a shuddering breath in and looped my arms around his neck. He sunk to his knees then quickly straightened his legs so that he was spread out beneath me. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and the pure muscle I had between my thighs. “Now, you're going to take me like a good fucking girl.” 

One of his hands grabbed my thigh in a bruising grip and the other fisted in my hair. He looked so good and his lips were pressed in a line I just wanted to pry them open with my tongue. I leaned forward and tried to press my lips to his, but his hand in my hair stopped me an inch away. A pathetic whine sounded in the back of my throat. “I can't kiss you?”

“No kissing, just hone in on the feel of my throbbing cock inside of you.” He thrust up into after that final word. I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he stretched and filled me so deeply. He moaned beneath me and it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard. An unadulterated heat swirled in my chest and in my stomach.

Somewhere in the background I heard Damian protest but everything else soon fell away as I locked eyes with Callahan. He thrust deeply into me and it was nothing like with Damian. This felt like my pussy was meant to encase him, like I was meant to be on top of him and nowhere else. 

I couldn't stop the string of moans that escaped me. My breath puffed against his lips and he grit his teeth so hard I thought he'd crack a tooth. “Focus, Little Witch.”

How could I focus on anything but him. My hands roamed since my lips couldn't. He still wore his shirt but I quickly made work of the buttons and slid my hands across his pecs. They were firm and radiated an unnatural amount of heat. I was jostled forward as he thrust particularly hard into me and my eyes rolled back at the feeling.

“You just needed your Professor didn't you?” He ground out, a mocking lilt to his tone. I didn't care if he was mocking me because his cock was making me feel things I didn't know was possible. “You needed a thick demon cock to stuff you until you saw stars huh?” I clenched around him at his words. “Oh you like that, Little Witch? You like the sound of my voice as I pound into you?” He was gritting out each word and it made me flush all over. The heat I felt earlier grew and I realised that it wasn't just lust, it was my power starting to form. 

I moaned and started to bounce on his cock. His hand on my thigh didn't help my range of movement but it kept me grounded, as though I would burn away the moment I reached for my power. He sucked a breath in through his teeth and stared at me almost in awe. With a smirk he moved his hand from my thigh and trailed his fingers upwards until they met the juncture between my legs. 

“So fucking wet for me, huh?” He drew tight circles on my clit and I cried out. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. My cunt clamped down on him and he grunted at the sensation. He leaned his neck back, and with his hand still in my hair he pulled slightly. “Eyes on me, Little Witch.” He ensured our gazes were on each other which was tougher than I thought when all I wanted to do was lean my head to the sky and moan his name.

A smug smile covered his lips as though he read my mind and he thrust faster. I tried to match his pace but he was too fast, my hips faltered against him. Then the angle of his thrust changed and I did moan his name. He cursed and his cock throbbed, but his thrusts didn't falter. He was hitting my G-spot over and over and my powere spiralled inside of me like a coil ready to snap. 

“Keep riding me, feel my fingers on your clit and my cock inside of you. You need to cum, Little Witch, I want to see you cum.” He whispered the last bit as though it was a secret between us. 

His words tipped me over the edge and with it a blast of energy exploded from me. It blew out the candles and almost knocked the other professors from their feet. Gasps and mutters sounded through the chamber but Callahan wasn't done because to make sure that power remained, he had to cum. I smirked through my deep breaths and I scratched down his chest, focusing on clenching around the tip of his penis as he almost pulled all the way out. He growled and thrust harder. He pulled me to his chest, our lips so close yet not touching and my breasts pressed against him. The drag of each thrust had another orgasm building inside of me. 

“Professor, I’m going to cum again,” I warned him with a whine.

“So needy,” he grunted. “If my Little Witch wants to cum again I’ll allow it, fucking milk me dry.” His thrusts faltered for all of a second and his fingers started their tight circles on my clit once more. 

I screamed as the second orgasm ripped through me and he pulsed inside of me. He thrust three more times before he moaned and stilled inside of me. His face contorted in pleasure and that almost had me cumming again. His stillness didn't last long because he slowly pumped in and out of me. I whined at how sensitive I felt and I knew I would be sore in the morning, but with Callahan beneath me, his face flushed, hands still on me, and his eyes alight with fire, it was 100% worth it.

A bell echoed in the chamber and slowly -almost hesitantly- Callahan untangled his fingers from my hair and sat up. I went with him, my hands on his shoulders to steady our new position. He tucked a strand of hair away from my sweaty face and used his other hand to ensure my legs remained around his waist as he stood. He stayed sheathed inside me and the new angle made me gasp. 

“The Ceremony is over, Little Witch. You did it,” his voice was hoarse and his eyes still blazed.

I searched his gaze, trying to see if he was affected as I was. I wondered if it was the power, the orgasm or just him that made my skin buzz. He pulled out of me, my slick coated every inch of him and the sound of it made my cheeks flush. He lowered me onto shaky feet. My knees almost buckled as a level of soreness radiated through me. I gripped his forearms to steady myself. He searched my face for a second but his attention was torn away by movement on the balcony.

“Y/N L/N, congratulations, your magic has awoken,” the headmaster announced from his place on the balcony. “You will now proceed to the second part of your training starting on Monday.”

“And her magic scale?” Callahan’s voice sounded so loud as it reverberated beside me. The headmaster chuckled like he was having drinks with his friends. He didn't speak, he merely showed us his pocket dial. The entire screen was cracked, the dial handles were bent at different angles and the paint practically melted from the metal. High, very high. 

“Get dressed please, Y/N. We have one more candidate to test before dinner.” 

It was then that I was suddenly aware that I was very very naked and Callahan’s cum dripped down my thigh. Shakily, I reached for my robe, my thighs and core throbbed as I bent down. A grunt sounded behind me, but when I looked over my shoulder Callahan donned his clothes and was busy tucking himself back into his boxers. I stared at his back and licked my lips, the ghost of his hand on me making me want to tear his clothes back off. He buttoned his shirt and turned back to me.

“I’ll see you in class, Little Witch.”

Ace’s response was immediate. A low sound escaped his throat as he pulled you flush against him, his free hand sliding into your hair as he slanted his lips over yours. The sleep clothes you brought fell forgotten to the floor as he crushed his body to yours and guided you backward towards his bed, never breaking the contact with your lips. When the back of your legs hit the bed you both paused, and he pulled back just enough to look at you. His pupils were blown wide with want, but there was also something vulnerable in the way he looked at you.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he said whilst his thumb traced your jawline. “Tell me what feels good, I want to make this perfect for you.” His words made your heat filled gaze soften with emotion and he kissed you again but it was softer this time. Then -like he wanted to extend that softness to your jaw and your neck- he travelled his lips south, finding that sensitive spot along your throat that made you gasp and grip his shoulders. “I have dreamed about this -about you- for so long, but the reality is so much better.”

He dreamed about you? Your face flamed because the truth was that you had dreamed about him, thought about him, imagined this scenario in many different ways but he was right, nothing compared to actually touching him, kissing him, tasting him. You nodded in agreement, your own hands running through his hair and across his shoulders and arms. “I want you to feel good too, Ace, so if you want me to do something, all you have to do is ask.” You wanted him to experience every touch and every kiss you had to offer, especially as he groaned and pulled your shirt up and over your head in one smooth motion. 

Ace’s eyes darkened as he took you in, his hands immediately mapped the newly exposed skin with reverence. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, pressing hot kisses along your collarbone and shoulder that made you sigh in bliss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” His muscles rippled as he gently guided you down onto the bed, following you down and caging you beneath him with his arms either side of your head. Your hair was splayed beneath you and you stared up at him with the same hunger he looked at you with. “Touch me,” he whispered against your lips, his voice almost pleading. “Anywhere, everywhere, I want to feel your hands on me.” 

You complied immediately as he captured your mouth in another searing kiss. His hands roamed your sides, leaving warm trails in their wake and he focused on kissing and gently grazing your neck with his teeth, testing what made you react. Your own hands took their time exploring the muscles of his chest. You massaged and mapped each ridge so you could commit it to memory before you slid your hands to his back and lightly ran your fingers down his spine, enjoying the way he shivered above you. He alternated from your neck to your mouth and back again, each kiss driving your body temperature higher and made your head spin. Your thighs trembled with the thought of what his mouth could be doing to other areas of your body.

“I need your mouth on me Ace, please,” you breathed out, needing to feel his lips between your thighs. Your face was flushed and you realised you had never voiced your desires out loud before. “Unless that’s too much, I mean I am happy to keep kissing you I mean-”

“Too much?” he repeated, effectively cutting you off before you could ramble further. His voice was barely recognisable because it was rough and thick with his own desire. “Y/N, that’s perfect. You don’t have to hold back with me ever.” You nodded and his lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss before he began to move down your body with deliberate slowness. He kissed and nipped at your throat, your collarbone, the valley between your breasts and his hands worked to remove the rest of your clothing with obvious eagerness. Soon, you were bare beneath him and goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air. 

“Look at you,” he breathed, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. “I’m going to worship every part of you.” He settled between your thighs, dark eyes watching your face for any hesitation. His hot breath ghosted over your most sensitive area and his hands pinned your hips to the bed. “Grab my hair, beautiful,” he said before his mouth descended on you. The moment his tongue worked a long strip from your entrance to your clit, you threw your head back with a loud moan of his name. Instantly, your hand was in his hair, grounding yourself against the wave of pleasure that one lick had caused.

His fingers joined his mouth soon after, sliding inside of you slowly like he was savouring the moment. His tongue continued to lave at your clit, alternating between soft kitten licks to flattening his tongue and applying delicious pressure. He groaned against you like your pleasure with his own and his eyes flickered up to watch your reactions, determined to memorise what made you writhe beneath him. 

“Ace, feels so good,” was all you could pant out. You tried to buck up into his eager mouth but his hand held strong against your hips. You brought your gaze downward to lock with his which forced another moan from your lips at the sinful sight of him between your legs. He moaned at the sight of you watching, the vibration sent another wave of pleasure through your body. At your sounds he doubled his efforts, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot that made you see stars while his tongue worked relentlessly. He then released your hips and his hand slid up your body to entwine with yours that was fisting the sheets, squeezing as if to anchor you both in the moment.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath brushing against your sensitive folds, his lips glistened and his voice was a gravelly wreck, “so beautiful, I wanna feel you fall apart, wanna taste you.” Then his mouth returned to your clit with renewed intensity, adding a third finger as he felt your muscles flutter. His own hips ground against the mattress seeking any sort of friction. He was so turned on by your noises, your taste, the look of you falling apart because of his touch. The hand holding yours tightened as he felt your thighs tremble around his head. “Cum for me, Y/N please, cum for me,” he pleaded between strokes of his tongue. His fingers pumped faster, hitting that spot again and again as his mouth worked in perfect rhythm and you felt that coil in your core tighten impossibly, ready to snap. Ace’s eyes never left your face as he drank in every expression of pleasure like you were a goddess he was meant to worship.

“Ace!” His name was a prayer from your lips as that coil tightened further then snapped completely. Your hand squeezed his and you tugged on the strands of his hair as you threw your head back. Your entire body exploded in ecstasy. He worked you through every wave of your orgasm, his tongue lightening its touch whilst his fingers slowed but didn’t stop. He only pulled back when you were trembling and whining with oversensitivity. He pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs and stomach as he removed his fingers, curling them teasingly one last time that made your body jolt. He crawled back up your body until he was hovering over you again, his strong arms bracketing you as he licked his lips in pure male satisfaction. There was such an intensity in his gaze, and adoration that it took your breath away even though you were still panting through the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“You’re incredible, Y/N. The sounds you make, the way you taste, the way you look when yo come undone… it’s better than any dream.” He cupped your face with both hands, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He angled his hips against yours and the sheer weight of him -how hard he was- remained constrained by his shorts and you couldn’t help but buck up against him. Even though you were sensitive, you needed more, you needed him. “Can you take more, or do you need a minute?” he asked against your lips, and despite how heavily hard he was, he still made sure your pleasure came first.

You smiled lovingly up at him, memorising the way his face looked above you before you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped. In the new position you straddled his hips and hummed in satisfaction at the sight of him beneath you. His hair was wild, his eyes dark and his hands instantly found your hips.“You look good beneath me, Ace,” you teasing as your hands explored his chest. He had asked you to touch him everywhere and you planned on doing just that. “I need you inside me-” you punctuated that need with a roll of your heat against the bulge in his shorts. “But first I want to taste you.”

You shimmied down his body and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them slowly down his legs along with his underwear. You kept your eyes locked with his as you did, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. His lips were parted, his eyes blown wide like he was witnessing a miracle . Then you finally brought your attention to the hard length that sprang free. The sheer length of it made your eyes widen and your mouth water, so much so that your first thought was ‘is that going to fit?’ You ignored that question for the moment and positioned yourself so that your lips hovered over his tip. “Is this okay? Can I taste you, Ace?” you breathed out across the sensitive, flushed skin of his dick.

Both Ace’s hands were fisted in the sheets like he was fighting the urge to reach for you and take control. When you asked for permission, something in his expression cracked into vulnerability mixed with desperate want. “Yes,” he breathed with a strained voice, “yes, Y/N, please.” God, everytime he said the word ‘please’ it made your heart flip and your core heat. 

The moment  your lips wrapped around him, his head fell back against the pillow with a strangled groan. One hand -finally releasing its death grip on the sheets- flew to your hair, not pushing or pulling, simply touching you like the contact would heighten his experience. You bobbed your head, making sure your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of him, feeling every throbbing vein. “Ngh, that mouth… you’re killing me.” His hips twitched involuntarily and he immediately tensed, clearly trying to control himself. “Are you okay? You feel so-ah!” His words dissolved into incoherent sounds of pleasure as you worked him. Tears lined your eyes as he hit the back of your throat but the way he was trembling, the delicious sounds he made kept you going. 

You let your eyes wander up his body as you worked, opening your jaw further to accommodate him. His abs clenched with each movement, the muscles of his thighs trembled beneath your hands where they massaged the muscles. The sight of your Captain -of Fire Fist Ace- who was usually so confident and powerful being completely undone by your touch was intoxicating. 

“Y/N, beautiful, I’m not going to last if you keep-” he moaned again as you hollowed your cheeks. The hand that wasn’t in your hair fisted the sheets so hard they threatened to tear, yet his hand in your strands was nothing but gentle, holding you against him as his hips twitched again. 

You moaned around his length, making sure he could feel the vibrations. You removed your hands from his thighs and ran them across his abs. He looked so good the higher he climbed towards his orgasm, but you removed your lips from his with a sinful pop. “Ace,” you kissed his tip that made him jolt, “do you want to cum inside my mouth?” You ran the flat of your tongue from his base to tip. “Or do you want to cum inside me?” You stroked the muscles of his abdomen and thighs, watching his flushed face with adoration and desire. Your thighs clenched as you waited for his answer, already needing him to fill the emptiness his fingers left.

His entire body trembled at your question, his chest heaved as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. His hand in your hair tightened slightly, not painfully but desperately. When he finally managed to look down at you, his eyes were molten with need. “Inside you,” he rasped without hesitation. “I want -need- to feel you around me when I cum. I wanna watch your face, wanna feel you fall apart with me.” he gently tugged you up his body, flipping you so he hovered over you again. His muscles were coiled tight as his eyes mapped your body, positioning his hard length between your thighs. Despite his obvious desperation, he paused, one hand cupped your face tenderly. “Are you sure? Because once I’m inside you, Y/N, you’re mine. Completely mine and I’m yours- always have been.” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone in a way that made you feel loved and safe. He kissed you deeply, slowly, even as his body shook with the need to simply thrust forward. The tip of him pressed against your entrance, hot and heavy, but he waited for your explicit consent. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered against your lips, “tell me you want this… want me.”

His free hand slid down to intertwine with yours again, squeezing like that connection was just as important to him as the physical one about to happen. You squeezed back in answer, brushing your lips over his. “I’m your, always, and I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. I love you, Ace, please,” you mewled, needing him to fill you. You trailed a hand up his chest and threaded through his hair as you guided his mouth back to yours. You kissed him slowly but deeply, pouring all of your love and need into it. Your tongue parted his lips as you swirled it with his, mimicking your earlier rhythm when you licked up his dick. “Ace, please.” You rolled your hips against him again, letting him know that he was okay to finally move.

That was all the permission Ace needed. With a low moan, he pushed inside of you. He moved slowly, carefully as he gave you time to adjust to his size. You had been worried about him fitting but the way he moved and the way your walls sucked him in felt natural, like you should have been doing this the entire time. His forehead dropped against yours, his hot breath against your lips as he worked himself deeper inch by inch. There was a slight burn as he stretched you but the more he moved, the more that burn turned into a delicious ache that made you moan. 

“So tight,” he breathed, “so perfect. You feel -ngh Y/N- you feel amazing.” His hand squeezed yours almost painfully as he finally bottomed out, filling you completely. You arched up into him as every inch of him set your nerves on fire. Your body shook with the effort of taking him all. He stilled there, trembling with the effort of not moving as his eyes searched yours, checking for any signs of discomfort.Despite his obvious need, despite being seated inside of you, and despite every tense muscle his primary concern remained your comfort. “Okay?” he managed before he pressed soft kisses to your face starting with your forehead then your cheeks. “Tell me when you’re ready. Tell me how you need me.” He kissed your lips gently, aware of the many sensitive sensations you were both feeling. 

“Please Ace, you feel so good, so big.” You rolled your hips which only brought him deeper and you threw your head back as your walls stretched more. He moaned at the feeling of you moving but he waited for you to keep speaking. “I’m ready, please just- please,” you were barely making sense but every part of you needed him to move, especially as your words made his length throb inside of you.

His thrusts were achingly slow as he pulled back and pressed forward in long, careful strokes. His eyes never left yours, watching every microexpression, every flutter of your lashes. “Tell me if anything hurts,” he said as he picked up speed, but kept his strokes deep. Even at the glacial pace, the pleasure was overwhelming. Each drag of him against your walls made you feel every inch of him and it was making your core flutter and legs tremble. His lips found yours in a kiss that matched his rhythm. “You’re doing so well, feel so good around me. So perfect.”

“Yeah?” you asked because you wanted him to feel good too. “You feel -ah- oh god!” You rolled your hips upward and bit your lip, a loud moan escaping you. The hand that was in his hair traced across his freckled cheeks and the bride of his nose, focusing on each expression that crossed his face. He was holding back for your sake and it was perfect torture. “Ace, Ace please move faster.” You needed to feel him. “I want you to feel good too, want to feel all of you,” you were whining and moaning and your abdomen clenched every time he bottomed out.

Ace’s restraint snapped at your plea, a deep moan tearing from his chest as he buried his face in your neck. His hips snapped forward with more purpose and it took your breath away. He found a rhythm that was faster but still deliberate: deep, rolling strokes that were designed to make you feel every inch of him whilst he picked up speed. 

“You have no idea how good you feel,” he groaned against your skin, his teeth  grazing your pulse point. “Been holding back so hard… you have no idea what you do to me.” His free hand slid beneath your lower back so he could tilt your hips at an angle that made him hit somewhere new and devastating. Your moans increased in sound and in tempo as every one of his thrusts had your vision blurring at the edges. His breathing was ragged against your neck, punctuated by low unrestrained sounds that he couldn’t contain. He pulled back to watch your face as he moved, his expression completely open with pleasure and love and wonder all tangled together. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N, you look so perfect taking me.” Finally he kissed you hungrily so he swallowed your moans as his pace built steadily. The slap of skin on skin filled the quarters and your hand gripped the muscles of his back to anchor him to you and your hand trembled with the pleasure that rolled over you. “Together,” he panted, “want us to come together, can you do that for me?” Suddenly, he picked up speed and his hips were relentless as he chased both your pleasures.

“Mhmm,” you moaned out in agreement because you lost the ability to form coherent words. You buried your face into his neck, panting hot and heavy between your moans against his strong neck. The longer he moved inside of you, the louder you became and if it were anyone else you might have been embarrassed. It felt so good and your walls tightened around him with each thrust. Your legs were shaking violently and your eyes rolled back into your head. “Ace -ah- Ace- I’m going to cum, going to cum,” you chanted, his name once again a prayer on your lips as the coil tightened in your core.

Ace's response to your chanting was immediate and visceral, his hips driving into you with renewed intensity, chasing your pleasure like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. His own breathing dissolved into broken, desperate sounds against your temple. “Let go,” he commanded as his voice strained to breaking point, “cum for me Y/N, I wanna feel you. For the first time since he filled you, his hand released yours only to slide between your bodies, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. You could only moan his name as you felt heat course through your body. That added the final devastating pressure as his hips snapped forward relentlessly. The arm around your back wrapped tightly around you, pulling you impossibly closer like he couldn’t bear any distance between you. “You’re mine,” he practically growled against your ear, his composure completely shattered. “Mine, I love you, I love you so much.” He moaned your name like it was being torn from deep within his body as he felt your walls tighten around him. His own orgasm was right there, it teetered on the edge and it was held back by sheer will because he needed to feel you fall first. “That’s it beautiful,” he panted breathlessly and he pressed his forehead hard against yours, his dark eyes holding yours with devastating intensity. “Right there, I’ve got you. Y/N, I’ve got you, let go.”

Ace’s breathless growls and command sent you over the edge. You always had a soft spot for his voice and it was finally your undoing. His name ricocheted off the walls as you screamed it through your release. Your entire body shook against his and you used your grip on his back to crush your lips back to his in a desperate need for his lips. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and need. He said he wanted you both to cum together so you were determined for him to finally let go. You rolled your hips through your orgasm, his thumb still anchored to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your walls clenched impossibly tight as the waves kept coming. 

Your clenching walls finally broke his last thread of control and his hips stuttered, losing their rhythm entirely as his orgasm crashed through him like a wave, the shudders racking his whole body. “Y/N- ngh-” his voice broke into something raw and unguarded in a way you suspected most people never heard from Portgas D Ace. He buried himself to the hilt as he spilled inside of you, his hand releasing yours to wrap around you so tightly that you felt the hammering of his heart that matched your own. His lips never left yours through the entire thing, kissing you with broken intensity.  

It felt like a delicious eternity before the trembling subsided, both of you clung to each other in the warm lantern light. Ace breathed you in for a moment, his eyes fluttering open before he rolled to the side and pulled you with him so you were tucked against his chest. He refused to be separated from you for a moment, but when he rolled he slid out of you and a mixture of your essence and his ran down your thigh. The feeling of the hot liquid made you shiver as you clenched around the sudden emptiness. His chest heaved beneath your cheek and he drew tender patterns across your back. 

“You okay>” he finally murmured into your hair, his voice hoarse and completely wrecked. “Y/n that was…” he laughed softly, breathlessly but full of joy even though his words were failing him. “I don’t have words for what that was.”

“I would say perfect but I don’t think that covers it,” you breathed out against his chest. You curled into his warmth, hooking a leg over his hip which caused a slight hiss to leave you at the sore pull between your legs. He’d stretched you wide and it was both pleasure and pain after he pulled out. You were aching but that didn’t take away from the ecstasy that hummed through you. 

Ace pressed a gentle kiss to your hair, his hand ghosting towards where your thigh laid across his hips. “Sorry, I should have been more careful,” he murmured and you shook your head.

“I’m okay- more than okay. The fact that it was with you…I’m so lucky.” You smiled against his skin and traced the tattoo on his bicep. “Are you okay?” It felt almost silly to ask but you wanted to make sure that he was happy, that he felt loved. To emphasise how happy you were, you trailed featherlight kisses across his chest and collarbone before you snuggled your head beneath his chin and wrapped your arms around his chest.

Ace made a low, content sound when you kissed across his chest, his arms tightened around you instinctively. There was a brief bout of silence as your question washed over him, which was unusual for someone who filled every silence so naturally. “I’ve spent so much of my life wondering if I deserved to exist at all… whether someone like me deserved good things.” He exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. “But right now, with you in my arms, I feel like maybe I do, like maybe I was supposed to be here for exactly this.” His arms pulled you impossibly closer and pressed a long, tender kiss to your forehead. “You called yourself lucky but I’m the lucky one. I’m the luckiest man on every sea.”

Your brows furrowed at his words, your heart ached at the thought of him ever believing he didn’t deserve the world, so you swung your body over his, straddling his hips as you braced your hands on his chest. Ace’s hands immediately found your hips,his fingers pressed into the softness of your hips, just like before and a surprised laugh rumbled through his chest. You smiled softly -lovingly- and kissed up the side of his neck, only small pecks that were meant to show affection. That laugh melted into a low hum of pleasure with your lips against his neck. “I’m glad that you are finally starting to realise that you deserve the world. You are the greatest, smartest, sweetest man I know… and I love you.” You whispered those words against his lips before pressing your lips fully against his, sighing blissfully into his mouth.

Ace heard praise before, from his crew, from Luffy, from villagers, but hearing it from you as you sat bare and warm over him in the quiet of his room hit somewhere entirely different and entirely unguarded. “Y/N,” he breathed your name like it was something sacred. He kissed you back slowly, one hand slid up your spine to press between your shoulder blades, the other came up to cup the back of your head. It was his way of showing gratitude, of telling you there was nowhere he would rather be. When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes were suspiciously bright and his usual easy grin was softer than you’d ever seen it. “I love you.”

You kissed him again and you pressed your full weight against him, curling into him like he was a warm blanket. You tucked your head into the crook of his shoulder and kissed the sensitive skin of his neck as you positioned yourself languidly against him. Your arms wrapped around his chest and he lifted you slightly to the side so that he could hold you as close as possible against him. Once again you started to draw patterns across his skin, your fingers and gaze memorising and exploring every new freckle and scar you found. A blissful smile settled onto your lips as a happy hum vibrated between you. “I love you too.”

Before you succumed to sleep, Ace reached down as best he could and pulled the covers up over you both with one arm; he refused to loosen his hold on you for even a moment. His chin rested atop your head and he exhaled slowly like he was releasing something he’d been carrying in his chest for a very long time. At the feeling of your fingers across his skin his eye grew heavy. Each touch grounded him further into the mattress and into you, he watched each movement of your fingers with half-lidded eyes with drowsy contentment.His own fingers drew lazy, absent patterns across your shoulder blades in return, mirroring your movements unconsciously. He felt you relax completely against him, your breaths coming out soft and deep signalling your descent into sleep. His own breathing slowed, the infamous narcolepsy pulling at the edges of his consciousness now that every tension had completely unwound. 

You held your breath at the silence that followed. It felt like it stretched on for eternity but was likely only a few heartbeats. Ace’s fingers that had barely touched yours suddenly gripped your hand fully. His palm was warm, bordering on hot against your slightly trembling fingers.

“Open your eyes,” Ace whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Please, Y/N, look at me.”

Slowly you complied. When you did, you found his face closer than before -so close that you could count every freckle- and you could see the way his eyes had gone soft and vulnerable. There were unshed tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and his free hand came up to cup your cheek. He touched you with a gentleness that seemed impossible for someone who had been battling Marines moments ago. With a hitch in your breath you watched him.

“You love me?” he asked as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “Me? The son of the Pirate King, the man who falls asleep in his food, the man who has a bounty so big it puts everyone around him in danger?” His thumb brushed across your cheekbone and his voice lowered further. “I don’t deserve you; I don’t deserve this, but god, Y/N… I have been in love with you for so long that I thought I was going crazy.” Your eyes widened but he continued, “every time you smiled at me, every time you defended me, every time you were just you I fell harder.”

You blinked owlishly, mouth falling open slightly. “You’re in love with me.” You felt like you had to say it out loud to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You searched his gaze for any sign that you had misheard him. You found none and your face split into a wide grin. “You’re in love with me!” Your voice was one of pure joy. Your heart continued to race but it was no longer from nerves. It was like your own heart was trying to leap at him. 

Your own eyes filled with happy tears but then the rest of Ace’s speech rang through your mind. Tentatively, you placed your hand over his chest, directly above his heart where it thudded rapidly beneath your palm. “You deserve the world Ace,” you started softly, “your father, your bounty, they are a part of you and I love all of it.”

Ace let out a breathless laugh that was half a sob, his body closer as he dropped his forehead to rest against yours. The hand against your cheek trembled and the heat from his body intensified until it felt like being encompassed in warmth. “You’re going to make me cry like an idiot,” he said, though a few tears escaped and trailed down his freckled cheeks as he smiled -truly smiled- in a way that was so pure and unguarded that it took your breath away. “389 days… 389 days I’ve watched you and I convinced myself that I couldn’t have you because I didn’t deserve to be happy. Because people like me-” He cut himself off as he shook his head against yours and your own heart soared because he had counted. “But you just… you make me want to believe I deserve good things. You make me want to live, not just exist.”

His eyes were still wet with tears as he searched yours with an intensity that made your fingers tighten around his. “Can I kiss you? Please? I’ve wanted to for so damn long and if I don’t-” he didn’t finish the sentence, but the way he was looking at you, the way his thumb stroked softly against your skin, said everything his words couldn’t. Your gaze dropped to his lips and your own lips parted at the thought of finally, finally kissing him. All words escaped you but you stepped imperceptibly closer to him and nodded, your eyes on his to let him know you wanted -needed- him to kiss you.

The moment you nodded, Ace closed the remaining distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was impossibly tender. The hand on your cheek pressed further against your skin, making sure he was touching you properly and the hand that was entwined with yours released your fingers and slid around your waist. He used the leverage of his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. The warmth of his body enveloped you completely and you could feel his heart racing against your palm that was still pressed against his chest. The longer you kissed, the deeper it became and he started to kiss you like he was drowning and you were air. His lips moved against yours with increasing confidence, a year’s worth of pent-up longing pouring into every movement. You met his longing with your own, your hands sliding from his chest and looping around his neck to press yourself fully against him. 

When he pulled back -just enough to breathe-his breath mingled with yours as he uttered, “I love you,” against your lips. It was like he needed to say it again to make it real. “God I love you so much Y/N. You have no idea how many times I almost told you, how many times I feel asleep thinking about you and then waking up wanting to tell you.” He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead. “My beautiful, fierce, loyal, Y/N.”

You giggled at his kisses, a smile permanently fixed on your face as your mind swam from the perfect kiss he had given you. “I love you too, Ace. Every day I tried to drum up the courage to tell you. Rak tried to convince me to do so every week.” You shifted on your feet, arms still wrapped around him. “Something always came up or I was too scared, so I kept it to myself. You are the love of my life, Portgas D Ace,” you whispered his name before capturing his lips again. This time the kiss was slower, deeper, pushing over a year’s worth of longing against his lips.

From somewhere above deck Deuce’s voice called out, “has anyone seen the Captain?” 

Ace groaned softly against your lips, clearly reluctant to end the kiss even as Deuce’s voice grew more insistent from above. When you finally pulled away he chased your lips for just a moment before he caught himself, a sheepish grin spread across his flushed, freckled face. 

“Rak knew?” he asked with a breathless laugh, his thumb still tracing against your cheek. “Deuce has been on my case about you for months. He kept telling me I was being an idiot, that I should just tell you how I felt.” He pressed one more kiss to your forehead before reluctantly loosening his hold on you, though he slipped his fingers back into yours. “We should probably go up there before he sends a search party and then everyone will know what we've been doing down here.” Despite his words, he didn’t move immediately, his dark eyes fixed on your face like he was memorising every detail. “I don’t really care if they know. I want them to know. I want everyone to know you’re mine-” A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features. “That is… if you want to be? Mine? Is that too fast? I’m not good at this-”

“Captain! We need to set a course before nightfall!” Deuce yelled from above, his voice echoing in the lower decks. 

Ace’s eye twitched in annoyance. “Deuce has the worst timing.”

You smiled at the frustration on Ace’s face even though the same frustration swam in your own chest. You pecked his cheek and started to drag him towards the stairs. “I’m yours, Ace.” You glanced over your shoulder with a soft smile and a roaring blush. “It would be nice if everyone knew that you were mine also… If you want that that is.” 

Ace’s entire face lit up at your words, that brilliant smile that rivaled the sun. He let you drag him towards the stairs, but halfway up he tugged you back, spinning you around to face him for one more heated kiss that left you both breathless. “I’m yours,” he confirmed against your lips, his voice still edged with strong emotion. “Have been for a long time and yeah, I want everyone to know.” His grin turned mischievous. “Though Deuce is probably going to say ‘I told you so’ about a thousand times.”

As you both emerged onto the deck, the crew was gathered around, some still celebrating the victory whilst others began clearing up. Deuce spotted you immediately, his eyes narrowing as he took in your flushed faces and clasped hands. A knowing smirk spread across his face.

“Weel, well,” he called out, drawing the attention of nearby crew members. “Did the Captain finally grow a pair and tell her how he feels?”

Ace’s face flamed further, his freckles standing out against the deep colour. “Shut up, Deuce!” Yet, he didn’t let go of your hand, if anything he held it tighter, pulling you against his side possessively. 

Rak who was stood at Deuce’s side let out a whooping noise, “finally! Matter, you owe me fifty berries!”

Your mouth fell open comically. “Rak, you placed a bet?!” You looked around at the crew who all had knowing smirks on their faces. “Wait… did you all know?” Your face flamed hotter than Ace’s flames as you hid your face into his shoulder as realisation hit you.

Ace wrapped his arm around you protectively, though he was clearly fighting back laughter at your embarrassment. The crew did not have such reservations as they erupted into a mixture of cheers, laughter and good-natured teasing. 

“Know? Y/N, everyone knew!” Skull called out from where he was coiling rope. “You two have been dancing around each other since you joined us. It was painful to watch!”

“The way you look at him when you think no one is watching, the way he watches you all the time… We’ve been taking bets on when one of you would finally confess,” Mihar chimed in. 

Deuce walked over, that smirk still firmly in place as he looked at Ace. “I’ve been telling you for months, Captain, ‘she loves you, you idiot so just tell her.’ But no, you had to be all dramatic about it.”

Ace kept you tucked against his side and a sheepish smile covered his lips. You lifted your head from his shoulder but your face was still flamed red. “Okay, okay! We get it, we were obvious,” Ace said and looked at you, his expression softening despite the teasing. “Though I’m not complaining about how it turned out.” Then, he raised his voice to address the crew, “Okay, Y/N and I are together now, any objections?” Not that he would have headed them if there were any. 

The crew’s response was unanimous with cheers and congratulations. You smiled at their reaction as you looked at Ace. “I didn’t think we were that obvious,” you muttered but your gaze couldn’t stay on his for longer than a second before your gaze dropped to his lips. ‘Oh no, I think I might be addicted to his kisses already,’ you thought as the memory of his lips on your flashed in your mind. 

Ace caught the way your gaze dropped to his lips and his eyes darkened with something that made your stomach flip. Despite the crew watching, despite Deuce’s knowing smirk, Ace cupped your jaw with his free hand and kissed you again. It was slow, deliberate, making a clear statement to everyone watching that you were his and he didn’t plan on hiding it. The crew erupted into whistles and cheers, but he ignored them, too focused on the way you melted against him. When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed beneath your ear, the gesture soft. When he spoke again, his voice was low enough for only you to hear, “get used to this. Now that I can kiss you, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop.”

"Oi! Captain!" Deuce called out, though there was amusement in his voice. "As happy as I am that you two finally figured it out, we really do need to set course. The Marines might come back with reinforcements."

Ace sighed dramatically and dropped his hand from your face but didn't let go of your shoulders. "Fine, fine. Everyone, back to your stations! Let's get moving before—" His eyes suddenly started to droop, a telltale sign of his narcolepsy kicking in at the most inopportune moment. "Before we... have to... deal with..." Just like that he was asleep on his feet, leaning his weight against you and the crew burst into laughter as you stumbled to try and keep him upright. 

You laughed alongside the crew and gently lowered Ace to the floor, removing his arm from your shoulder only to clasp your hand in his. “Deuce, we should find a small island to restock at, the smaller the better so we don’t run into any more Marines. There was one due East the last time I looked at a map but be sure to check. Everyone else make sure the ship is ready to set sail, we don’t want another leak like last month.” Your orders were clear but your tone was light. You weren’t the Captain but you knew the crew respected you enough to take on-board your opinion and Deuce nodded before barking further orders at the crew who jumped into action.

You absently stroked the back of Ace’s knuckles with your thumb and Rak lingered against the mast for a moment as he grinned down at where you sat with a sleeping Ace. “You know you’re going to have your hands full with him. Literally,” he teased, gesturing to your still-clasped hands. “But I’m happy for you, Y/N, really. You both deserve this.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately before he headed off to help with the rigging.

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Ten minutes later, Ace’s eyes fluttered open. He looked disorientated for a moment, taking in his position on the deck, before his gaze landed on you and a sleepy smile spread across his face. “Did I fall asleep again?” he asked griggily, noting his hands clasped in yours.

“Nothing new there,” you said with a chuckle. You squeezed his hand and brushed your thumb over his knuckles again, unable to not be touching him. “You were out for 10. Deuce is setting a course for a small island to restock and repair.” Your face was still dusted pink, the red hue gone but at Ace’s proximity you couldn’t help but blush.

Ace’s eyes widened slightly at the feeling of your hand in his and he sat up quickly, suddenly very awake. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers gently across your cheek, tracing the pink flare. “You’re adorable when you blush,” he murmured, leaning in close enough that his nose almost brushed yours, then instead of kissing you like he thought he would, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth just like he did in the lower deck. “Good call on the island. We took some damage to the portside, and we’re running low on supplies.”

He stood and pulled you up with him, wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping you as close as possible. “You know what this means right?” He looked at the space between you. “You’re stuck with me now, no backing out. I’m a lot to handle: narcolepsy, eating habits that would bankrupt a small country, a tendency to pick fights with anyone who insults my crew-” his grin softened, “but I promise you’ll never doubt that you’re loved. That’s one thing I can guarantee.”

You ran your hands over his arms as they held you. “Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.” We stayed there for a long moment, the world a blur around us but then the sky darkened so you said, “we should… get some rest.” You made no move to pull away.

Ace glanced up at the sky and sighed, though he made no move to release you either. His thumbs traced small circles into your waist through your shirt. “You’re right we should, but…” he hesitated, looking almost as nervous as when you first spoke in the lower decks. “Where are you sleeping tonight? I mean -not like that- I just-” he stumbled over his words which you found adorable, “I’ve gotten used to falling asleep thinking about you but now that we’re together, I don’t know if I can sleep without you close by.” His quarters were separate from the crew bunks as was the Captain’s privilege. “You could stay in my quarters?” He offered softly, his cheeks flushing. “Just to sleep -I mean we can do whatever you’re comfortable with- but I really just want to be with you. Is that too much?”

You kissed his rambling lips. “I’d be honoured to be in your bed, Ace.” You let te unspoken insinuation hang between you. Ace’s eyes darkened, the innuendo clearly not lost on him. If he wanted to cuddle and just sleep then that was more than fine, but if he wanted something else -something more- then you were more than willing. “Let me grab something to sleep in and I’ll meet you there?” You kissed his cheek before slowly peeling away from his grasp.

Ace’s hands lingered on your waist even as you started to pull away, and you could feel the heat from intensify, not from his Devil Fruit powers but from something much more human. “Yeah,” he breathed, his voice rougher than before, “yeah, okay. I’ll… I’ll be waiting.” He watched you walk away with an expression that would make your stomach flip had you turned around. 

As you made your way to your bunk to grab clothes you heard Deuce’s knowing chuckle and Ace’s voice telling him to shut up. When you entered the crew quarters, Rak was there organising his bunk and he took one look at your flushed face before grinning widely. “Going to the Captain’s quarters, are you?” he teased, “about damn time, just- try to keep it down, yeah? Some of us need our beauty sleep.”

Your face burned hotter as you grabbed your sleep clothes: a comfortable shirt and shorts. Your heart was racing the whole time you were away from Ace as your mind wandered dangerously close to something sinful at the thought of spending the night with him. You padded through the corridor towards Ace’s quarters. The ship has mostly settled for the night, only the skeleton night crew remained on deck. Soft lantern light filtered from beneath his door and suddenly your nerves spiked. Rak’s words and Ace’s darkened eyes made your body practically vibrate with excitement at the thought of finally getting Ace alone… whatever that meant for the two of you.

The galley had mostly cleared out, only a few crew members finishing their cleaning duties whilst you turned to the sink and began scrubbing at the plates and cups. You could feel the heat radiating from Ace, especially as he scooted an inch closer. 

“Hey, you sure you’re not coming down with something? You seem a bit off tonight.” His voice was softer than before, genuine concern replacing his casual tone. Ace was remarkably perceptive when it came to his crew’s wellbeing, it was one of the things that made him such a natural leader and drew you into his orbit. 

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes. His soft voice made your heart flutter but you tried very hard to not let that show across your face. You hoped the steam curling from the hot, soapy water would mask some of your expression. “Yeah, I’m just having an off day I think,” you replied with what you hoped was a casual shrug. As you placed a plate on the drying rack you glanced to where he stood and couldn’t help but take a second to admire him. His hat was tilted back, his strong arms were corded across his bare chest and he looked effortlessly good with his low-slung belt and floppy hair. You pursed your lips and returned your attention to the sink. “How about you, Ace? Your face hit the table pretty hard?” I looked at the fading red mark on his cheek.

He reflexively reached up to touch his cheek, rubbing at it with a grimace. “Ah, this? I’ve had way worse.” He leaned ever closer, not close enough to cover the drying rack or touch, but enough that I noticed his body near mine. “Remember that time I face-planted the deck during that storm last month?” he chuckled at the memory though his eyes never left your figure as though he was watching for every miniscule reaction. Your own mirth flew from your lips.

He waited a beat before he pushed off from the counter, picked up a dish towel and moved closer to help dry the plates you washed. The movement brought him within arm’s reach, and the warmth that always radiated from his body became more noticeable in the proximity. “You know that you can talk to me if something’s bothering you. I meant it,” his voice dropped to something more private, meant just for your ears as the last of the other crew members filtered out of the kitchen. He stacked another dry plate on the counter. “We’re crew- I mean we’re more than that, we're family and I… I care about everyone on this ship, especially-” He paused, seeming to catch himself before continuing, “especially when one of my people seems troubled.”

There was silence save for the swishing water and the clink of dishes in the sink before you asked, “have you ever held a secret for so long that you don’t know how to voice it out loud?” You looked up at him with wide and honest eyes because you had been harbouring your feelings for almost a year and it was driving you to the brink of madness. Everytime you thought you found the guts to tell him, something came up, or the words froze in your throat and stuttered out another sentence. You searched his gaze as your question hung between you.

Ace’s hands stilled on the plate he was drying, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that was rare to see from someone who usually wore such an easy smile. The question struck something deep within him, and for a moment, the playful captain disappeared, replaced by someone who carried far heavier burdens than most people realised. 

“Yeah, I have.” He set the plate down carefully, his gaze never leaving yours. There was a vulnerability in his expression now. It was the same look he got when he thought about his father, about whether he deserved to exist, about all those dark thoughts he tried so hard to hide behind his bright personality. He placed the towel next to the clean plates and took a small step forward, his arms folded across his chest again. His hip leaned against the counter and his freckled face was turned towards you completely focused. “Sometimes secrets feel like they’ll burn you up from the inside if you don’t let them out. But saying them out loud… that makes them real doesn’t it?” He lowered his eyes for a moment before they flicked back to yours. “Makes you vulnerable.” 

His hand moved subconsciously to rest near yours on the edge of the sink, not quite touching but close enough that his intention was clear: he was there, he was listening, he was present. “What kind of secret are we talking about?” He asked with his eyes searching yours.

Your throat suddenly felt tight and it took all of your willpower not to brush your fingers against his. You opened your mouth to answer but closed it again as no words came out. ‘Get it together Y/N," you mentally scolded yourself, ‘it’s Ace, you can trust him.’ You opened your mouth again, “it’s the kind of secret that will undoubtedly change things. The change could be good -really good- or it could be awkward. It has been my truth for so long that I never imagined actually saying it.” No matter how many times you tried, the words never formed to tell him one of your deepest secrets. This was the first time he had come so close to hearing it though. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to ignore the sudden seriousness that hovered between you both. No-doubt your face was still flushed pink.

Ace’s breath hitched and there was something in his eyes that suggested he might have an idea of what kind of secret you were talking about. The hand that had rested near yours shifted closer until his pinky finger barely brushed against yours. It was a tentative touch, like he was testing the waters. Your own pinky reached for his, the heat of your face amplifying as you brushed your skin against his.

“Sometimes the scariest truths are the ones that matter most,” he uttered. The kitchen felt smaller suddenly, more intimate with just the two of you there. The warm glow from the morning light cast shadows across his freckled face, highlighting the set of his jaw. “Whatever you need to say... I'm listening. Really listening. And nothing you say is going to make me think less of you or—" He stopped, his dark eyes searching yours.

“Ace-”

“Captain! Marines!” Ganryu called out from the deck.

Ace’s expression shifted instantly, his face now portraying nothing but sharp and focused energy. Your eyes widened but the first thought that ran through your mind was ‘unbelievable’ and you grit your teeth. Before the sharp focus settled on Ace’s face, a flicker of frustration shone as he pulled his hand away and straightened. His entire demeanour transformed into the confident captain his crew needed. 

“How many ships? What’s their heading?” He fired off questions while moving towards the door, straightening his hat on his head. However, just before he reached the doorway, he paused and looked back at you over his shoulder. His gaze softened but held a flicker of the tension that was brewing between you. “Y/N, when this is over, we’re finishing this conversation… That’s an order from your Captain.” 

Before you could respond, he was out the door, barking orders to the crew as they scrambled to their station. You remained in the kitchen for a beat longer, your heart racing at his words. You shook off the nerves and excitement for the later conversation and grabbed your sword from its place on the galley bench. You clipped the belt around your waist and felt the familiar weight of the weapon against your hip. You body moved of its own accord, spending two years as a member of the Spade Pirates had brought a sense of calm and muscle-memory before each fight. You trusted Ace and the others with your life, and you hoped they felt the same. 

You marched out of the kitchen door, hand on the hilt of your sword, your face schooled into determination. From the upper deck, Ace’s voice rang out in a clear and commanding way, “three ships! Looks like they’re trying to flank us from both sides!” his observation Haki was already at work, sensing the movements of the Marine forces as they attempted to circle the ship. He leapt down from the upper deck with practised ease at your side. Small flames danced across his shoulders, ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice. His eyes met yours briefly- a flash of the earlier tension shot through his dark eyes again- before her turned his attention back to the approaching ships. “Y/N, I want you leading the defense on the port side. Take whoever you need. Deuce!” He called out to his first mate, “you’re with me on the starboard!”

The first cannonballs screamed through the air and Ace raised his hand, launching a wall of flams that stopped them safely from the ship. You nodded at the back of his head before you clambered down the steps, gesturing to two of the crew members you had become close with: Rak and Mayter. “Rak, Mayter, with me. One ship on the Portside means plenty of Marines. You boys ready for a fight?” Rak was skilled in hand-to-hand whilst Mayter created his own long-range attacks with his Devil Fruit that allowed him to pinpoint a target and produce a shard of air that acted like a bullet. 

Identical smirks lined their lips and it was all the answer you needed. Soon, the ships were directly upon you and Mayter wasted no time in shooting the first Marines he saw. That provided an opening for you to brace your feet on the deck, sword unsheathed in front of you, Rak at your side. From the Starboard side, Ace’s voice shouted commands and bursts of flames filled the morning sky. The sound of his laughter -that wild, free sound he made in the heat of battle- echoed across the waves as he engaged the Marine forces with devastating efficiency. 

Marines poured onto the deck from their own ship, making the mistake of boarding an enemy ship instead of remaining on their own turf. At least thirty were visible on the deck now, with more climbing the ropes of their own ship. A Marine Lieutenant spotted you immediately, his attention honing in on your defensive form. Behind you, Rak engaged three Marine in close combat, his fists moving in a blur as he blocked and countered their attacks. Matter positioned himself strategically so he could pick off Marines one-by-one. The Lieutenant lunged at you, his sword drawn in a slashing arc. You blocked with practiced ease.

“You picked the wrong crew,” you said as you spied another burst of Ace’s flames across the deck. He was fighting with his crew which only spurred you on more. The lieutenant simply frowned and continued to parry any attacks you threw at him. He was fast, but you were determined to be faster. You trusted in the others to have your back, you had faith in your crewmates and you matched the Lieutenant thrust for thrust. “What do you want, Marine?”

He grit his teeth as he aimed for your side but you blocked it with a breath and a sweep of your sword. Sweat beaded on both your foreheads as you fought.

“Fire Fist Ace! There is a bounty of 100 million berries on his head and the World Government wants him, dead or alive!” Your gaze darkened at the mention of your captain, and on cue, a massive pillar of flame erupted from the Starboard side as Ace unleashed his technique and it slammed into one of the Marine ships with deadly force. The heat from the attack reached your side of the battle. Pride filled your chest at the sight.

The Lieutenant took advantage of your momentary distraction, lunging forward with renewed vigor, but before his blade could connect, Rak appeared from the side, his fist catching the marine in the ribs with a sickening crack that sent the Lieutenant stumbling backwards. 

“Eyes on your opponent, Y/N!” Rak called with a grin before spinning to kick another marine who had been approaching from behind. You brushed off Rak’s teasing grin and rolled your shoulders, finishing off the Lieutenant as though the last few minutes had been child’s play. 

A heavy energy filled the space in front of you and you lifted your eyes to the Captain of the vessel in front of you. His energy rolled off of him in waves and there was no-doubt that he was the one in charge. You honed in on the fact that they were after Ace and a deadly calm ran through you. Your adrenaline spiked and your eyes narrowed at your new opponent. They would not get to your captain or crew. 

The captain was a tall and imposing figure with a  jagged scar running from his left eye and his bright white coat billowed in the wind. With calculating eyes, he sized you up, noting the way your demeanour changed and the energy around you seemed to still. “Don’t do something stupid, give us Fire Fist and we’ll let you live.” He drew his blade in one smooth motion. The steel sang as it left its sheath and you could immediately tell that this man was on an entirely different level than the lieutenant. 

“Not a chance,” you replied. 

He moved with frightening speed, his blade coming at you from different angles in rapid succession.Behind him, more marines rallied as they saw their leader engage you directly. Across the ship, a thunderous explosion sounded followed by Ace’s voice ringing out before a massive fireball -akin to a miniature sun- launched towards the second marine ship. The heat was intense, even from your distance and several people across the ship shielded their faces from its intensity. The man you were fighting widened his eyes fractionally at the display of power before he refocused on you with renewed determination.

“That monster needs to be stopped. Stand aside and let us do our job.”

“Call him a monster again and I’ll tear you to shreds,” your voice held a lethal edge that matched your blade.You angled your sword towards him, eyes never still as you searched for his weak spots. 

Mayter shot down more marines behind me, Rak was a spinning wheel of death, and the other crew members battled amongst the flames and splintered wood. I lunged at the leader and my blade sliced across his. When he barely managed to deflect your strike his eyes widened but he pivoted. The force of your attack pushed him back a step, and a thin line of red appeared on his cheek where your blade’s power had grazed him.

“You’re defending a demon child, the son of Gol D Roger!” That was information the marines shouldn’t have and the moment the words left the marine’s mouth, the temperature on the entire ship seemed to spike. From the starboard side, Ace’s laughter ceased, replaced by an ominous silence that was somehow more terrifying than any amount of fire.

“What did you just say?” Ace’s voice carried across the deck, low and dangerous and purposely pinpointed. It was a tone you’d rarely heard come from him and it aided in spiking your adrenaline further. Within seconds, he appeared at your side, flames wreathing his entire body. Sweat formed on your skin from the close proximity to the flames. His expression was furious, but beneath the anger you spied the pain, the deep-seated wound that sliced across his core at the mention of parentage. 

“You heard me, the son of that vile-” your blade sliced forward as the marine started to talk. You tried not to be distracted by Ace’s sudden appearance as you focused on your opponent and not the pain on his face. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you ground out and swung. The leader blocked each move but you didn’t stop. “Who cares who his father was, huh? He’s a good captain and a good man, and if you threaten him again, the full force of the Spade pirates will be upon you and the entire Marine Corps.” You were only vaguely aware of what you were saying, your words raw and true as you continued your attacks. Rak yelled an affirmative and Mayter’s resounding bullet in a Marine beside Ace showed his loyalty.

Ace stood frozen for a moment, watching as you defended him without hesitation, with such fierce conviction. The flames surrounding his body flickered and intensified, fueled by the emotions warring inside of him. He was angry, but there was something warm and overwhelming that filled his chest as he watched you fight -not only for the crew- for him and his right to exist. 

The marine was pushed back, your relentless assault leaving him little room to counter. “You’re insane, you could-” the leader didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as a concentrated blast of fire slammed into his sword, melting the blade instantly and sending him flying backwards into a throng of his own crew.

“My father’s sins are my own to bear, and anyone who threatens my crew- my family will answer to me.” Ace’s dark eyes were fixed on the marines around him and flames erupted around him like armour. “Now, get off my ship!”

The remaining marines on the portside scrambled backwards, their courage broken completely. You shielded your eyes from the blaze, but a proud smile covered your lips. Rak pulled me away from the heat as emotion swelled in his own chest. “Spade pirates, pick off any remaining marines who think they can win,” I called out as I pointed my blade at a trembling marine. 

Those with any sense limped away and dragged their wounded back onto the ship. Within minutes, the marine vessels -vessel since Ace destroyed two of them- sulked away from the Spade pirate ship. Once they were far enough away, the crew erupted into cheers. Ace’s flames slowly died down as he watched the marines flee, his chest heaving from the exertion and emotion. When he finally turned to look at you, his expression was complex: gratitude, admiration and something deeper that made your heart skip a beat.The freckles on his cheeks were more pronounced against his flushed skin and he didn’t give you a second to breathe before his strong arms were wrapped around you tightly. He smelled of bonfire and sweat and you slowly wrapped your own arms around him, grounding the two of you in the moment.

Bakugo:

Unwanted light streamed through the thin curtains of your bedroom. You groaned, turned your back on the light and pushed your face into the pillow. You did not want to know what time it was. However, you cracked an eye open to come face to face with your blonde boyfriend. He was still asleep which led you to believe it was only the crack of dawn, but you ignored that inkling and took a moment to stare at his sleep-softened features. You softly grazed his cheeks with the tips of your fingers then brushed them through a few stray strands of hair. He washed it the night before so the roots were still slightly damp. You smiled and shifted your body closer to his, heat radiating off of his tank-covered chest. With your eyes closed you took a breath in an attempt to get more sleep but the strong arms that snaked around your waist prevented you from doing so. You felt slightly guilty at having woke him up but you held back your smile as you felt his breath against your lips.

“’Morning,” he whispered groggily.

“’Morning, Katsuki.”

You opened your eyes to met with his own red orbs. He smirked and pulled you flush against his body. You felt yourself blush as you felt every crevice of his body against yours. He chuckled and slammed his lips to yours. You reciprocated in kind and his lips moved from the small of your back to your sides. Despite his bruising kiss, he lightly traced patterns into the soft flesh of your hips and in the midst of the incredibly heated kiss, you giggled.

Katsuki pulled back with a raised eyebrow causing you to blush deeper and squeeze your eyes shut. You prayed to whatever God was out there that he would let it go. Unfortunately, you knew Katsuki too well to know the likelihood of that was the same as him quitting his hero training.

“Y/N?”

“Please don’t.”

“Did you just fricking giggle?”

You pressed your palms to your eyes and nodded. You didn’t catch the devious smirk on his face until he removed your hands from your eyes. Your eyes widened but he looked as though he was going to kiss you again before he ran his fingers over your sides. You barked out a laugh and pleased for him to stop through strings of laughter. It wasn’t until you grabbed his hands and pulled him flat on top of you that he stopped. His smirk was still in place but he cupped your face with one of his hands whilst he used the other to hold himself above you. He found that kissing you was a much more enjoyable activity, but he would never let you forget your ticklish nature.

Kirishima:

“Y/N?”

You hummed and lifted your head from your boyfriend’s chest. He looked at you with soft eyes, his adoration and wonder radiating from his body. You propped yourself  above him on an elbow and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“Are you ticklish?”

You choked on the air and spluttered. Where had that come from?!?! He watched you with amusement and ever so slowly lifted his hands to your back. You gave the red-head a warning look but the innocent look he had plastered on his face made you more nervous. Just when you were going to settle back into your original positions you felt the palm of his hand graze the sliver of skin visible at your sides. You sent him another look which he rewarded with a sweet kiss to your forehead before he dug his fingers under your ribs. You yelped and pushed against his chest which made him chuckle and press harder. Your yelps turned into squeals and you were writhing above him, trying to get out of his strong hold.

“Eijiro Kirishima stop right now or I’ll-!”

He started to dot kisses all over your face whilst continuing to tickle you. With one last kiss he flipped the both of you so he was hovering above you with a sharp-toothed grin. His innocent look remained but you knew he was enjoying every moment. You glared up at him but the stress in your brow relaxed as his lips pressed against yours softly.

“You’ll what, Baby?”

His hands finally left your sides to slide to your hands. He entwined your fingers as he kissed you deeply. Your own hands found his waist. He wiggled above you which caused your entire body to freeze. As his eyes locked with yours you sent him a questioning look but the pleading in his eyes had you holding back a smirk. You mirrored his previous ‘innocent’ look which made him let out a groan. You kissed him quickly then dug the tips of your fingers into his ribs. His groan of annoyance filtered into a bout of laughter. You both knew he could simply use his quirk and not feel it but he watched as you revelled in his laughter and continued to prod his sides. He sent you a playful glare through his laughter.

Eijiro’s laughter died to low chuckles and he swiped his tears of laughter from his eyes to look down at you. You smiled up at him and brushed your hand through his hair. He kissed you once more and proceeded to snuggle into your chest with a small smile.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Todoroki:

“You’re going to burn if you don’t apply enough sun-cream.”

You lifted your head from the crook of your elbow, shielded your eyes from the bright sunshine and looked up at your shirtless boyfriend. He was looking at you disapprovingly with a bottle of the aforementioned liquid in his hand. You shrugged and resumed your relaxed position. It wasn’t often that the weather was that nice considering it was only spring, so you planned on taking full advantage. Shouto let out a noise through his nose and rolled his eyes. You were stubborn but he was not going to let you get hurt because of it.

Suddenly, you felt the icy-hot boy straddle your backside and uncap the bottle. Your whole body tensed before the cold liquid practically sizzled on your skin. Shouto used his right side to work the cream into your shoulders, the cool sensation shifting downwards with his hand. You hated to admit it but the combination of his hands and the coolness of the liquid sent you into a new level of relaxation. You hummed happily but your relaxed state did not last long. Shouto finished rubbing the cream into your back and was now mindlessly massaging your muscled. It was so comfortable but you were acutely aware he kept inching closer to the bottom of your ribs.

“Shouto,” he stopped his movements, “you’re blocking my sun.”

He rolled his eyes once again but didn’t move. The truth was he enjoyed your warmth beneath him and hearing your relaxed hums had his lips twitching upwards. You smiled against your arm and shuffled below him, causing him to grunt lightly. His hands continued their movements which caused you to shuffle more. You were moving so much he had to pin your hips down lest it turn into something the two of your didn’t want to do at the UA pool.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Perhaps his weight was too much on your back, or maybe you realised the same truth he did. You gulped and contemplated telling him. His palms were flat against your weak point and you knew if you told him, he would take complete advantage of it. He once told you how much he loved your laugh and at the time it was the most romantic and sweet thing he’d said to you, but now it felt like a looming threat. Therefore, you remained silent but Shouto wasn’t having any of that. He pressed his hands into your sides to encourage you to speak, but all it did was administer a laugh. His eyes widened in realisation and a small smirk crawled to his face. He pressed his hands against you once again and you laughed loudly, the sound echoing around the two of you.

“You are ticklish,” it was more of a statement than a question.