#sub ace

He was sure you didn’t know he’d come back early, considering you’d been cooped up in your room since. The urge to barge in and announce his arrival had come up multiple times, but every time his fingers inched closer to the doorknob, doubt crept into the back of his mind.

What if you did know he was already back and were choosing to ignore him? Had he been a bother before? Did his absence remind you of the peace you once had? Perhaps, you finally realized that the blood that ran through him was a marker of his demonic roots—someone who didn’t deserve the love and affection you showered him with. But even if you decided to reject him once and for all, he knew he’d still give his life away to protect you from any harm.

With his back against the wall, he pondered in silence, unable to shake the deprecating thoughts away. By knocking on your door, he would disturb you, and the last thing he wanted was to see your annoyance at his presence upon his return.

“Ace?”

His head shot up so quickly you thought he’d break his neck. He scrambled to his feet, sheepishly rubbing the back of his raven hair as he faced you. He was unsure what to say, the images of enveloping you in a hug as soon as he got back shattering in his mind. All he dreamed of since leaving was settling back next to you with nothing to distract the two of you from your little world.

“You’re mean, Ace…” You joked lightly. “I thought you’d let me know that you’re back the moment you arrived.”

“...I thought you wanted to be left alone…” Ace’s gaze fell to your feet.

“Did I say that?” You asked gently.

“No… but everyone said you were busy and—”

“I don’t care, Ace. I missed you.”

Before he could look up, you pulled him into a hug. He was caught off guard—he wasn’t expecting this at all. He had always imagined it as him jumping on you, attacking you with wanton kisses and affection. But you wrapped your arms around him tightly, burrowing your head further into his ocean scented skin, as if he’d disappear into thin air if you didn’t at least attempt molding into him. 

Finally, he picked up his arms and threw them around you, trying to follow in your steps and mesh into one with you. Letting go wasn’t an option; he’d stay this close forever if nothing got between you two. Time and time again, you reminded him that he was allowed to love you without any restraint, that he didn’t need your permission to give his all to you. That he was allowed to be himself, and you’d still show him that he was worth every single drop of love you had to offer, and more.

“I missed you so much, [name],” He whispered, closing his eyes, inhaling your scent deeply.

Smiling, you brought a hand to his face, your thumb brushing over his freckles. “How are you feeling, pretty?”

“I thought I told you only I can call you that,” He murmured, but his freckled cheeks flushed as he leaned into your touch. “But ‘m okay, just wanna stay close.”

“Then we’ll do that, just come inside first,” You said.

He was a bit hesitant at first, pulling back despite every cell in his body fighting against the action. “What about that thing you were doing? If you’re still busy, I can come back later.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“Not really…”

“Then come here.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room. He staggered behind you, noises of surprise leaving his mouth. “Whatever I have to do can wait. I’ll just clean up real quick.”

He plopped himself on your bed, glancing around your room while you organized your desk. It was then that he noticed that he felt a bit warmer than usual. When he looked down, he almost couldn’t believe himself for getting a semi from just hugging you. Maybe it was more than that, like how comfortable he felt with you. He could physically feel how much you loved him—your words never held any malice, and every sentence of affection restructured his mind. He lived for your touch, his sun-kissed skin still tingling in the places you caressed. 

But even so, this was just supposed to be a little reunion after a few days, but his body clearly missed you more than he could’ve imagined. Embarrassed, he grabbed one of your pillows and placed it on his lap, not wanting his arousal to interrupt the heartfelt moment.

“Why the pillow, baby?” You asked, walking toward him now that you had finished cleaning. “Would you rather hug that instead of me?”

You were just taunting him, but the tips of his ears were a tinge of pink. 

“I was just thinking about how soft the pillow was! It was a great choice, I think…?” He laughed awkwardly. You were standing in front of him, tilting your head at his strange comment. “You’re not buying it, are you?”

Your eyes were locked with Ace’s as you ripped the pillow out of his grasp, revealing the hard-on that strained through his black jeans. “I know my pretty boy like the back of my hand.”

A sigh escaped his lips at the name. “Baby…” He couldn’t deceive you, nor would he have been able to hide it very long, regardless.

Straddling his lap, you held his pretty face in your hands, leaning in until your lips met his. Your lips felt soft against his slightly chapped ones, his mouth moving instinctively against yours as his calloused hands found their way to your bare back under your shirt. His fingers traced your spine, memorizing each bump and curve religiously, only having done this a few times before. You dominated the kiss, your teeth pulling on his bottom lip before drawing a whine from his throat. His touch was just as intoxicating as yours, both of you feeling the heat as your fingers slid down against his chest. He chased your lips when you broke away to catch your breath, his face a flushed mess when you saw his pleading expression.

“[Name]...” He panted. He looked up at you with puppy-like eyes, silently begging for you to continue. Ace was drunk on your touch.

“How can I resist when you look at me like that…” You wanted to unravel him. 

Grabbing the back of his hair, you placed feather-like kisses on his exposed neck, prompting him to lean further into you. You suckled at a particular spot, eliciting a sweet whine from Ace. He bit into your shoulder, and you hissed at the sudden pain that electrified your entire being. Remembering how sensitive his ears were, you dragged your tongue from his neck to the outline of his ear and relished in the moans that escaped his lips.

“Ahhh—fuck baby…”

You pushed him down, letting him bounce on the bed before lowering yourself to place kisses all over his chest. Every other kiss came with a bite, the pain fueling his arousal, and inevitably your arousal as well with each curse that rolled off his tongue. With one hand, you flicked his nipple, and he responded delightfully with a sharp inhale. Your tongue swirled around the other, and suddenly, he was bucking his hips into you.

“Patience, love,” You bit his nipple and he groaned, his body shuddering against you. 

The effect your touch had on him was all-consuming; every single one of his thoughts was replaced with the thought of you. He couldn’t think of anything else—he wouldn’t dare think of anything else. He couldn’t even decipher what the word “patience” meant anymore; he just wanted to be as close to you as possible.

“Baby—ughh—please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was pleading for; he just wanted more of you. His cock ached, the strain against his pants becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second. He lifted himself up on his forearms, pleading, “I’ll do anything—just—haaah—please…”

“You don’t have to do anything, pretty. Just seeing you like this is enough…” You climbed back up to his face, planting another kiss on his lips. He drank you in, his hands messily grabbing at your waist. He just might cry if you’re always this kind. He so desperately wants to please you, his hands trailing along every inch of your heated body, but you kept him in a trance that prevented him from coming back to his senses.

The sound of his jeans zipper entered his ears, and you pulled down the waistband of his pre-stained boxers to reveal the red-hot tip of his dick. He hissed as he watched you lick the remaining precum off his tip, the scene so vulgar he thought he’d cum just from that.

“Oh, fuck [name]...” He whimpered, his hand finding itself in your hair. 

Pulling down his boxers enough to reveal his entire member, your tongue swirled at the tip, and then down against the vein that decorated the side of his shaft. He bit back a moan, his other hand flying to his mouth to cover his indecent noises. 

You turned away, his surprise evident in his whines. “But if I can’t hear you, I’ll have to stop…” 

“Fuck, baby okay—!” He began, but your mouth was already back on him in full, and he nearly shouted. Your saliva dripped down from the tip as you sucked slightly, your fingers wrapping around the base. 

“That’s my good boy,” You muttered against his dick, sending vibrations that wracked his body. 

His eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head up and down his length, nearly lifting off every time you rose back up to his tip. He tentatively bucked his hips at every instance, not wanting to hurt you, but the sloppy wet sounds of your mouth wrapped around him filled the room and ignited his desire tenfold. He loved every second of it.

The desire was too strong—he thrusted back into your throat once, twice, and then his orgasm came crashing. His vision blurred white and his mouth fell slack, shooting ropes of cum into the back of your mouth. He fell back on the bed panting, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all. You climbed your way back on his lap, leaning into a kiss just so he could taste himself. The act was raunchy, some may even call it disgusting, but he loved the mess almost as much as he loved you.

Lifting yourself back up, you looked at his dazed expression. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead, his freckled face still flushed, his neck and rising chest adorned with love bites and hickies. He knew you loved when he looked like this, hearts practically visible in your eyes when you gazed at him so. 

You rested your head on top of him, and gently said, “I love you.”

Ace tensed at the sound of those words, not expecting the tender switch. Time and time again, he thought, you showed him how much you loved him. He then softened, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you too.”

The smell of your shampoo invaded his nose, and a switch flipped in his head once more. He hasn’t had enough of you, and his dick was somehow still aching for something more. He switched your positions, your back suddenly against the mattress, a dopey grin on his lips.

“It’s my turn now, don’tcha think?” He said, leaning down to plant kisses on your neck. You hummed in response, but hadn’t decided to surrender yet.

“Can you handle it?” You teased, using your knee to rub against his sensitive member. He all but whimpered, shooting you a playful glare. 

“You never play fair, baby. I should tie you up one day.”

“And what if I don’t let you?”

“All I’d have to do is look at you all pretty, no? You said it yourself,” He whispered in your ear. “‘How can I resist when you look at me like that,’ right?”

“Touché.”

Ace Trappola.

Deuce Spade.

Jack Howl.

Epel Felmier.

Sebek Zigvolt.

his big palms were constantly sliding off the window from the heat of the situation. you had to be holding him, which complicated your fingers that were in charge of opening and scissoring the man's delicious center.

with your other hand you covered his mouth trying to silence the vulgar sounds coming from his sweet lips.

"shhh, ace, everyone will know how slutty you are if you keep making so much noise," you said, spanking him.

making him wince and his erect cock slam against the wall making him writhe in pleasure and pain.

"heheh, asshole." you mentioned kissing his back riddled with cute moles and freckles. this made him look so damn adorable and sexy.

you felt ace's hole getting wetter and wetter with every penetration you gave him. the way he clung to you and squeezed you so well. it made you delirious.

"you're so wet…" you said half gone now watching ace's thrusting hips move over your long fingers.

"hng! n-name!" whimpered the freckled one, slowly turning around. his eyes watering and lips quivering. so beautiful.

his big chest was bumping against the window pane. you were rough as you fingered him. you wanted him to feel it all. your three fingers, almost four, were working their way in so well. it was amazing how much he welcomed you.

his sticky body was so sensual. you couldn't stop licking your lips and squeezing his flesh every time you had him seeking more and more of your fingers.

after a while, you saw him point at his hard cock and the way it quivered with each of your touches. "it hurts…" he said pouting prettily.

you watched him with false innocence and gave in with your movements, pushing him even further to the wall and starting to rub yourself on his ass.

"and this is too much for our little ace too?" you said pretending to fake thrust and making circular motions on him. you took his hands in yours, lifting them higher, taking control.

you heard the freckled man whimper through his teeth as you felt his hands reaching down to touch his pathetic dick.

"mmnhg, i-need… to cum… please-please-please."

you licked his neck, spreading kisses over his shoulders all the way down to his back.

"i don't think so." you mentioned moving down to his member and squeezing the base of it.

ace stirred with excitement and frustaracion. as ace did his best not to cum at that simple touch. you inserted your fingers back into his even more dilated center.

"you really like to be touched here, don't you, cutie?"

ace nods and says "yes" many times. almost crying.

his body reacting to yours and seeking more and more.

every now and then you spanked his pale butt, making him jump from the pain and ask you between soft murmurs to keep on doing it.

"touch yourself" you said by way of command.

ace barely turned around, his legs trembling, and began to massage his red, overly erect cock.

"slow down, i said, asshole. don't think you'll have it so easy."

the man whimpered a little as he watched his pre-cum fluid spurt out uncontrollably. almost cumming from your harsh words and a few simple touches on his tip.

"namename, n-no more… i've been good today…" he said biting his lips and begging you pathetically as he kept squirming with every stroke he gave his cock.

"mmm no ace." you said reaching over and taking his chin in your hands. "you've been no good, remember how slutty you were behaving with one of those ramdoms pirates."

ace whimpered and his cheeks colored pure red. remembering the scene.