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Red lips - Portgas D. Ace x Fem! Singer! Reader

Pt.2

Summary: Months after meeting him, you find yourself in a difficult situation when the very same hot-head pirate you deceived decides to help you out.

Tw: Language, violence, abuse mentioned, smut content (I am not good at writing it this will be my first published writing with smut)

Not proof read so if it gets confusing that's tired me, too lazy to check things add up.

(Readers Pov)

The sting on your cheek was equivalent to what you thought a snakes bit might feel like. An initial prick from the strike, cast away with the hand finishing it's motion, and then the gradual building ache after. Spilt lip like paper, torn just as easily and bleeding a droplet of red ink down your chin. It was certainly ironic, made you want to laugh for some reason if your face didn't hurt so much, that the man who "liked you pretty" would strike you and ruin that unblemished skin so many admired.

Said man was heaving and wide eyed like a fat hog, his arm still extended from where he'd just hit you. Flushed cheek, sweaty and unkempt comb over and furrowed untrimmed brows. He looked mad, he looked wild. And where you were often labeled as "dramatic"... you wondered what they'd call him if they saw this. Not that they, his clientele, would ever see it though that was wishful thinking. Your boss, the Don, was far too proud to ever look like this in public. "Don't you ever, ever speak to me like that again you sour bitch!"

It started off only a couple of months ago when your boss told you about his insight into a plan to overthrow him, or at least mess up his business, by a group called the Whitebeard pirates. For some unknown reason he'd become a target of theirs, so one of his ears in their little community told him all about what was going to happen and when. You remembered that meeting well, he had been snickering like some cartoon villain about how great he was to have a spy on that crew and how he was so smart... You'd tolerated it with a smile like always, secretly wanting to slip away and go back to your room and sleep.

On the night of the plan everything was going well. Your act had drawn all of them to the stage area, in the line of sight for all the Don's henchmen, and it was only a few minutes before you could start your other end of the deal. Get the other half of the little task force of pirates alone and dispose of them. Simple. You already had that man at the bar: hook, line and sinker. He hadn't taken his gaze off of you for even a moment, you weren't sure if he was even breathing at one point. Getting men to focus on you was easy, performance was what you were born to do and just being on a stage wiped away any fears you had. Their lustful gazes meant nothing, they couldn't hurt you up there. It was all the same... and yet somehow, his eyes were different.

It wasn't until he rushed to your side that you saw them up close. Deep gunmetal grey, smoky and dark. But where there was no light as he looked at the Don, the minute he focused on you his gaze lit up like embers of a fire bursting into flames. No one had ever looked at you like that before. No one had ever come to you without even a thought of their own wellbeing, all just to make sure you were okay. He had read you exceptionally. Part of that scared you. Your power came from being unpredictable, flipping like a coin whenever you needed to, and covered with a plastic mask that was your resolve. A wolf wearing sheep's hyde.

Then it just progressed from there. He was genuine, he was passionate and devoted without even knowing you well. You were human to him, yet so much more. The more steps you took, the more your emotions slipped into turmoil. On one hand, if you let him go then one more good person would be allowed to live. Ace, you'd learned his name prior to meeting him, would live. But deep inside of you, you weren't ready to sacrifice all you'd worked for just for a guy you just met. In fact, even if his kindness was sweet it also infuriated you. You wanted a reason to hate him so that your betrayal wouldn't hurt so much. To be justified. Against any other man you wouldn't think about it, but Ace wasn't any other man.

He was a man that held you gently like a butterflies wing, kissed you like he was asking for permission and continuing to read you to make sure you knew that you could back away at any moment. He was perfect for those few seconds. But you still stabbed him.

You spoke to him and looked at him like a worm after that, gave him as many reasons to hate you as possible. If he survived then you could live with him hating you, needed him to. So you left before you could break that mask of yours and cry, or give in and try to patch him up. Back to the Don, back to your miserable life. Because you owed him after all...

The Don failed in his endeavour to end them before they ended him, part of you was glad. But it just meant you'd now have to deal with a more explosive and temperaments Don until the pirates were either killed or subdued. Even then you ignored the temper tantrum he was having and went to your space of the ship instead, currently being loaded up so you could leave as quickly as possible.

Weeks went by and the more time went, the more the Don became easily irritated. He'd lash out at any and all underlings, so fueled by his fear of death that he instilled his own fears into the hearts of his henchmen. Most days you could get by without his voice raised at you, not out of kindness or love but rather preservation. You were like a prized porcelain teacup, brought out to impress others and look pretty. Fragile, though you knew you definitely weren't, and he liked that about you. Easy to keep away, his little songbird in your cage. Bound to him by only thankfulness long since passed, and yet never paid. No matter what you did, it wouldn't surmount to the help he'd given you. Saved you, built you up and placed you at the top of luxury. All of that would just pile up in the years, more excuses about why your dept hadn't been paid yet and you'd still owe him for the next bare minimum thing he'd do for you.

It was toxic, but it was familiar. You had nowhere else to go and he was often right about how he was the only one who knew you. Until Ace. He didn't know your life but he knew your soul and he knew that you were supposed to be free. But you killed that chance before it could even bloom.

Recently though with sightings of the Whitebeard crew's main ship, the Moby, the Don had been become animalistic in his rage. He'd lash out blindly now. Today, you were the victim. All you had done was try to talk him out of his anger when he tried to assault a maid staff. She was cowering on the floor, sore face like yours. You told him his fears were "childish" because your crew was big enough to defend itself and your ship was fast enough to escape given the need to. He took it the wrong way, hence the slap or punch across your jaw.

To be fair, your patience had been thinning for a long time. It was only your fear that had really been holding you back, that losing sense of debt too. But you come to realise in that moment, vision just as red as your swelling lip, that fury is just as strong as fear and can override it. You glared down at his haunched position. "You don't want me to speak the truth to you, no? What are you worried that everyone will know you're piss scared of those pirates and that their boss is just a little baby in a grownups suit?"

He was going to retort, ready to lunge at you again but you stood tall. "I'm only here because I owed you, but that was a long time ago. Those shitty excuses you make don't mean anything anymore, especially now that I'm seeing clearly for the first time in years".

He laughed, an ugly laugh that bubbled with vile spit. "Of course you still owe me, you'd be dead without me!"

You smiled, a cruel and critical smile. "Oh I know that, just like you'd be dead if any of your henchmen knew how much of a pathetic weakling you are. I'm free of my debt to you, I'll be taking her too" you pointed at the maid who'd shuffled behind you for protection. "If you don't want them finding out about your silly little tantrum you'll let us leave".

He gagged, huffing in an exhausted manner. "You wouldn't dare-"

"I would! Don't fucking make me do it, it's for your own good. Good riddance".

You took the girl's arm and haunled her out, leaving your ex-boss to kick around like an angry toddler. Tonight you pack up and leave, set this woman out on whatever path home she had then you'd be alone in the world.

The two of you departed, letting her walk independently now, to your respective living quarters to gather all your belongings with the promise of meeting up again on the street outside. Into a leather case you stuffed all your clothes, books and wads full of cash you had just "borrowed" from in and around the ship. It was the least he could give you for all his shitty treatment for nearly ten years. You gazed at the very dress you wore when you met Ace, packing it last of all with a solem look on your face. Maybe you'd meet him again one day and say you were sorry. With everything from this life tucked away, you stared hard at your confined room in resentment before leaving.

On the dock you spotted the maid, a cloak wrapped over her and a lantern in hand. She greeted you with a thankful smile. "Thankyou miss Red, truly. Please, take a cloak to hide yourself... it will be a cold night". She gave you a deep, dark red cloak with a hood that you covered yourself in. "Thanks. Alright, we must go fast now. I fear my threats won't hold him for long..."

Over the next few days you moved from island to island, about three, before you reached a port with a transport vessel for the maid. It would take her to the West Blue, her home blue, where she could get back to her family. She stared at you and then gave you a swift hug before she departed for the ship, waving at you from the deck. You were just thankful she made it out safely, the Don wouldn't be able to track her now.

But now the realisation of your loneliness hit you. Entirely alone. No friends, family or allies. You could do anything, go anywhere with the remaining cash you had. Maybe you should have gone on the ship too, sailed away and make a life somewhere quiet. But it was that internal hope of seeing him again that stopped you. Yeah right, like he'd forgive you... You found out from a tabloid that he was in fact alive and active, sporting a small scar on his stomach in a newly issued bounty poster. It made you dizzy, the conciquences of your own actions were too much to bare. Soon enough you'd forget him.

And what's the best way to forget someone? Why to drink your heart out of course!

You found yourself at a rough bar in the middle of nowhere, feeding yourself off of the drinks that random pervs in the bar sent your way. No way were you drunk, just tipsy and unwilling to give those men what they were actually trying to buy. If it had been Ace then maybe you would say yes... but that was a foolish thought, so you downed another shot.

You got up at around midnight to go back to your rented room just across the street, but in your delirium you hadn't noticed two men follow you put of the bar.

As your foot made contact with the pavement, and arm roughly grabbed yours and tugged you back into him. The fool laughed as you struggled. "Oi, quit it. It took us ages to find you girly".

The other man circled in front of you. He was small and scrawny, a broken looking nose and nearly bald head. "Yeah, the Don's been very dead set on having you back. Won't you come back with us?"

You, even in a bad state, spat at his feet. "Like I'd go back to that coward, he's weak for not coming after me himself!"

They both chuckled more. "He's a busy man! And you aren't so special sissy. Now don't give us trouble and come back with us-"

You stomped hard on the tall one's foot and he let go in startle, lunging at the smaller and weaker one while his buddy was down. You immediately fell to the floor, hitting his face hard into the concrete. He screamed, you'd never done anything like this before but the adrenaline was helping you out. With another blow to his side with your foot, the small man gave in and passed out. Still, you weren't fast enough and his buddy had recovered. He yanked your hair and you moved off of the small man with a cry.

"Stupid bitch!" He yelled. But no one was coming to help you. You couldn't fight this one. He looked 7'0 at least, bulky and strong. You weren't good enough as he pulled you backwards but before his hands could get to you, you felt a bright burning feeling coming from nearby.

Suddenly the street erupted in flames and yet you were pulled away without being harmed. From the sidelines you watched the attacker get torched into dust as a am silhouetted the flames. Broud shouldered, wild haired and... topless? His back was bare, a canvas for that famous emblem you knew too well. A Whitebeard pirate.

You breathed in relief and rubbed your sore arm, but soon you felt anxious. Any Whitebeard pirate would know you, maybe even Ace told them about your attack. They could have easily killed those guys just to avenge Ace by killing you themselves. Yet it didn't seem so bad, whatever happened you probably deserved it. You didn't even notice him turn around until those familiar stormy eyes were on you just as they were those months ago. Not a bit less bright or kind. "(Y/n)..." He spoke, as if he wasn't truly sure it was you.

You gulped and nodded. "Ace..."

He came to your side, immediately on his knees in front of your crouched body. "I didn't burn you did I? Did they cut you? Bruise you? Show me, I can help you-"

He was going to take your sore arm when you pulled away in bewilderment. Why on earth would he care? "Why?" You asked.

He looked at you as if you'd said the silliest thing ever, gleaming brightly like a swooning fool. "Duh, because I care about you. I told you before that I'd never let anyone look at you in the wrong way again, that applies to touching you in the wrong way too". He dedicated brushed his hand up your skin, holding your face's side and brushing a tear from your eye. "I came looking for you y'know".

You leaned into his hand, softly ghosting it with your lips because you were too scared to kiss him. You felt like you didn't deserve to. "I stabbed you moron, you're not supposed to help people that stab you".

He laughed. "Yeah but you didn't want to! Plus, you're not with the Don dude anymore so you don't need to worry".

You smiled sweetly, but then you stared questioningly. "How'd you know I left?"

Ace hauled you to your feet and walked with you, rubbing circles on your bruised arm. "Well, we found him finally. Beat him up, beat his crew up. I questioned him about where you were and he told me you left, so he sent those two goons after you. I caught up to them just in time it would seem".

You couldn't even begin to believe him. Instead you turned on him and hugged him tightly. It was the only way you could express your gratitude. "Thankyou Ace, for thinking about me and not giving up on me..."

You could feel his skin heat up, but instead you just buried yourself deeper into his skin. It didn't help that he was topless and a little sweaty, especially for his nerves, but he hugged you back. "N-no problem".

For an awkward while you just held him, listening to his erratic heartbeat soon become even and synced with yours. It was magical how two hearts can connect across bodies, two souls so close to touching. Ace ruffled the top of tour head and chuckled. "Okay that's enough, we need to get going".

You raised and eyebrow. "Where to? I've got a hotel room here, nowhere else".

He pointed to a small ship on the water, a durable and comfy. It radiated the same warmth Ace did. "I borrowed it from the Moby, it's just a bigger ship to take me and you back to he Moby. Usually I'd take Striker but it's not big enough for two people" he said sheepishly, looking at you for approval. You guessed he might not know your reaction to him basically saying he wants you to come home with him, to a home of sorts at least. But did they want you there?

"Ace am I even welcome there? I stabbed you..." you stated obviously.

He smiled nervously. "Well Pops said yes, he said you have guts. Marco and Izou were... harder to convince. But Thatch said he likes your singing and if I get you back with us I won't drag on and on about you at him anymore- uh not in a weird way. Just, I mean I was talking about how you need help escaping. Yeah" he tried to fix his words, his cute face red like a chilli pepper. Oh he was going to be your sweet death.

Even in the slightly uncomfortable silence you still had him collect your stuff from the hotel with you, move it to the ship and set off. Additionally, it was a cool little ship. Small cabin with a kitchen and table. The only downfall you noticed happened to be something you realised too late. You opened the door the the room he put your luggage in, breath catching momentarily as you saw the issue. One bed.

A queen bed, but still one bed. It was a small room and so it hugged the walls on either side, a single lamp on the wall illuminated the room. Their was a small mirror and draw on the left at the foot of the bed, also pressed against the wall for room. One port hole window on the ride and left, tapering in light from the stars outside. Before you could complain, you turned around and saw Ace doing something bizarre. He was on small table, laying down a blanket and a pillow...

"Ace... what are you doing".

He looked completely unpurplexed, as if what he was doing wasn't strange. "Uh, making my bed. I get out here, you get the room. Easy".

It was hard to argue with him while he was 1) still topless and 2) wearing the most delicious grey sweatpants you'd ever seen. Hardly left anything to the imagination. Still you forced yourself to look him in the eyes. "As soon as we hit a wave you'll fall off and hurt yourself, get off the table and take the bed".

He shook his head. "No, you take it. You got injured, you need rest".

You stared at him dumbly. "It's just a bruise. Ace, either take the bed by yourself and I sleep out here or join me-". You quickly covered your mouth, but couldn't fix what just came out. Sure you'd kissed before, under strange circumstance, and you clearly liked him but... that was just as step over the line. What if you'd just made it awkward again?

Instead of the repulsed or offended look your anxious mind expected, Ace looked rather shocked... but not in a bad way. The corner of his lip curled, despite his eyes betraying him and looking a mix of awkward and something else you couldn't quite place. "I- yeah sure! If you're comfortable w-with it I mean..."

You both kind of maneuvered around each other to let Ace back into the small room, having only nodded nervously a "Yes, I'm okay with that" to him a moment ago. When he came through the doorway he seemed intent on not letting a single part if him brush you, climbing and fumbling onto the bed. Ace took up one side, practically glued to the wall and just laid on top of the covers like an idiot. But instead of joining him, you kind of forgot to move from the doorway and stood there like an even bigger idiot. But Ace seemed to find humour in it, quickly trying to find a way to ease the tension. He patted the bed and smile. "Are you coming or what? I'm not going to bite you y'know..."

'Wouldn't mind if you did' you thought.

"Oh, uh yeah I'm coming", you climbed up onto it and crawled to the side farthest from Ace. You got comfortable, only the sound of the shuffling duvet to be heard in the weird silence. Until you stopped and now it was only silence. You both laid stiffly on your backs, looking at the ceiling with nothing to really say except for the occasion mouth open like you were going to say something. Ace decided to save the embarrassment from you. "Goodnight" he half choked out, turning completely onto his side away from you.

You were glad but also... disappointed? I mean what were you expecting, you hardly know him. Instead of dwelling on it you followed suit and slowly turned on tour side away from him, giving a quick "Goodnight" back to him.

It must've been late when you woke up again. The room was almost pitch, save for the gentle beam of light coming from the porthole window. Moonbeam seemed to hit your eyes relentlessly, causing you to flinch and scrunch your eyes. You tried to move onto your back, only you couldn't... something was behind you, like a solid pillow or maybe the duvet had bunched up behind you making it hard to move. You could barely see, but as your senses started to return you started to feel the heat that came with the object behind you. It wrapped around your stomach, pressed against your back and leaking into the crook of your neck and immobilising you. It breathed down your shirt and then breathed in gently, tufting the loose hair on your collar. Suddenly that 'thing' wasn't a thing anymore, rather a person held tightly to you. The only other person on the boat and likely nearby, making you feel hotter than you already were.

Ace's hand were over your arms, meeting at your belly where one of his hands was brushing the skin under your slightly lifted shirt. His bare back was rising and falling, moving against you and his legs were bundled in yours. From a bird's eye perspective you were sure anyone would think you were together. It made your face heat up furiously as you tried to turn your chin to at least see him, face snuggled against you. He was a hugger it would seem, cute in a way if you weren't slightly nervous.

Just then, he seemed to shift in a way that had you yelp silently. His crotch area pressed harder into tour backside, shuffling subconsciously and seeming a lot harder than it should be. 'Goddammit' you thought. The idiot was hugged up against you like his life depended on it, you couldn't move and now it seemed like he had a hard-on. Great. You managed to turn only slightly and see his dreamy face smiling sleepily into you shoulder, making very faint noises as he dreamed away. The wetness between your legs wasn't helping, making you rub your thighs together in frustration. You had to wake him up because otherwise you'd get no sleep whatsoever and end up irritable in the morning.

"Ace..." You whispered close to his face, craning your neck. He mumbled in sleep, making you try again. "Ace wake up..."

His lashes fluttered open and God you two were close, faces with your noses practically touching and lips just a few centimetres apart. The pirate was trying to regain his senses too, but seemed distracted by your eyes. "(Y/n)". He spoke in a hazy voice fresh from sleep, pupils blown wide.

You gostled your leg deliberately against his growing length, though it was a cruel move, making him focus on just exactly what he was doing. Ace whined, looking down quickly in confusion and you bit your lip at the measly noise he'd made. "I- uh" he said, looking back up at you. But his gaze wasn't one of confusion, rather warmth and lust. He rubbed against you in retaliation which made you breath sharply. All while this happened his arms tightened on your skin, pulling you impossibly closer. The understanding here was clear, unspoken and physical. You knew he wanted you, you wanted him too. It was bound to happen one way or another from the moment he first looked into your eyes.

His fingers gripped your stomach, snaking up your shirt as he continued the friction against your bodies. The tips of his fingers brushed the underside of one of your breasts, cupping and holding which made you sigh in delight. The pool inside you was getting too much with all the movement, you wanted to take your clothes off. Instead you took one of your hands, while Ace was too preoccupied kissing your shoulder, and slipped it into his trousers and quickly reached for his length. Once in hand Ace moaned, biting your skin softly. "Cruel woman" he muttered with a grin as you began to thumb the tip of his leaking cock.

For a while you teased him and he left marks of your neck, shoulder and back as more desiring noises left the both of you. The atmosphere was sticky and gravitated the two of you to one another in a desperate pursuit for pleasure and for eachother entirely. Rubbing up and down his length, making it damp with his own precum, you whispered to him. "I need you Ace, help me take my clothes off?"

He chuckled, kissing your cheek quickly and seeming to flip you so fast onto your back that you couldn't stop him. Without prompt he reached for the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms up, making it easy for him to pull it off of you. To his utter delight, even though he'd already felt as much, you weren't wearing anything underneath and instead your nipples perked in the fresh air. His eyes on you didn't feel awful at all like most people made you feel, his were loving and attractive. As he leaned down he whispered gentle praises into your skin, feeling his hand along your hips. The bead of your left breast was taken into his mouth and his licked, teeth just glazing you making a tingle run up your back. Your spine arked a little, leaving room for a hand of his to dip and hold onto your ass and squeeze.

In your whole life, no one had paid attention to you intimately. They took and never gave. But Ace seemed solely at your disposal as he kissed you softly, each a request for permission that you continued to say yes to. His grey eyes looked up at you every so often and even if they were glazed over, he remained alert of your reactions.

Not long after, he'd discarded you bottoms and thrown them away as well. His cheek was pressed against your inner thigh, looking at you lovingly as he rubbed a thumb against your clit. You couldn't help but squirm and moan softly, growing impatient at this teasing. "Ace, please~" you cooed at him. For a fleeting moment you saw his eyes look so utterly taken by you, before reverting back to a somewhat confident look. He knew what you wanted, sighing sarcastically he positioned his face right in front of your womanhood and licked a long stripe up your entrance to the bud at the top. Your hand rested on the back of his head, you were already starting to sweat.

The eager man got back to his work, this time licking and lapping at the soaking junction between your legs like a starved man. His strong fingers held just under one thigh and stopped you from crushing his head (not that he'd complain) and the other was rubbing gentle circles. You swore your leg nearly overpowered him in shock, as only a moment later he slipped two fingers into you. He pumped slowly, cruelly and matched the pace of his lapping. The brunette took a moment to gaze up at you, with those eyes you knew he was smug. A coil built up in your lower body as he continued. You threw your head back, never having felt this growing sensation before but you loved it. Loved him and how he made you feel. Moments later it broke and your whole body felt hot as you whined and convulsed, even then he remained vigilant.

When your orgasm subsided he rose up, chin wet and still smiling at you. He looked positively excited, rather unfit face for what he'd just done to you. "Do you think you could take a little more, love?" He asked you.

You nodded at him, relaxing into the covers as you watched him strip his partly damp joggers. From them strung his dick... even though you'd felt it, seeing it was something else. Ace had a tan line on his waist and so his lower region was only a bit paler, length to match it. Above average length, bent upwards and just about average in terms of girth. Overall he actually had quite a pretty cock compared to the horror stories you'd heard about men before, all unclean and quite gross looking. Ace was fresh and even if he was a sea dog, smelt and cleaned better than most men. Your staring must've made him confused. "Something wrong? We can stop if you want-"

"No, I don't want to stop. You're just... Nice to look at" you giggled. He climbed closed, hovering over you and placing his fists either side of your body. His nose touched your, eyes narrow and seductive. "You like what you seen do you? There's still more to come (Y/n)" he kissed you softly, moving his hands and picking your body up by your thighs. The tip of his length slapped you as he started to position himself. Your eyes lingered at where your bodies would meet, keen to see it happen for some reason.

"Relax lovely thing and let me do the work..." He mused, licking your ear.

Slowly, moving one hand to hold himself, Ace moved his head into your entrance. The electric sting at first made you wince but soon as he started to sink further you began to like the burn of being stretched by him. His pelvis met your skin, bottoming out and he waited there while breathing unevenly. It seemed you had a strong effect on him. You squeezed his arm, urging him to move as you bit your lip.

It was agonisingly steady at first, getting used to being in this position together. But soon enough he'd moved both of his hand back under you and clutched your ass as he moved fasted. Skin slapping filled the room and your head lulled about of the pillows as you let him go, speaking incoherent praises to him. Ace reacted to it well, every time you muttered a "so good" or something else about him he seemed to push into you just a little rougher. The man was starved for attention and so you gave it to him: kissing is neck, running your hand through his hair and even squeezing his own ass which actually made him moan lightly into your neck.

The pressure built between you and Ace seemed to fuck you dumb, eyes so out of it and body so sporadic you thought he might be gone entirely. You remained grounded, only focusing on him and loving him as he let himself take you. You'd never had so much pleasure and fun in your life. Back arching as he became more frantic, leaving peppered kisses across your collar bones. "Ngh- (Y/n)" he kept calling to you, holding your behind and you were sure it would leave two hand print bruises on you.

Suddenly your stomach felt incredibly hot again, more intense than last time. You couldn't even speak properly anymore as Ace sped up into you. He seemed to stutter and aim higher, grunting with each thrust. In only a moment he choked out. "S-shit, cumming-" he was moving in and out of you violently and so you held onto him and braced yourself as your body also started to melt apart. With a final snap, you broke and choked on your own saliva as you felt the most bliss you'd ever had. He quickly pulled himself out, hissing curses as he rubbed himself twice and came hard onto your tummy in long spurts. It painted you in white patches as you too let down your high, panting like an exhausted dog.

The cold night air was now tainted warm and smelt like naked bodies. Ace looked down at you, regaining some sense. "Sorry, I'll clean you up" he murdered with a poorly concealed grin. He hopped of the bed and opened the door to go and fetch a towel, leaving you with only your thoughts and the fact that you had indeed just fucked the Portgas D. Ace, the very same guy you thought would hate you forever. You sighed, watching his shadow shuffle and hum softly far in the kitchen trying to find something soft to clean you with. It made you laugh. What a surprising dork he was...

...

Bonus:

"You get attacked or sum?" Thatch said casually.

Ace hadn't even seen him in the dark of the kitchen. Their little boat had only just docked on the Moby a half hour ago, in the middle of the night so hardly anyone saw them arrive. Ace was too tired to care, and too keen to get back to his new lover.

"What?" He asked tiredly.

Thatch pointed at him. "You got a bunch of fat bruises on you Ace, if I didn't know any better I'd say you've been fuc-"

"Shut up Thatch!"

Hope you enjoyed this lazy, smutty and quite frankly unplanned pt2. Soz it took ages, I'm a busy gal. Anyway, my first smut and quite frankly I'm ashamed of my depraved self.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace #ace one piece

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