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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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I wasn't asking

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [male, amab] Reader Words: ~ 1 800 Kinktober prompt: Riding Tags: Dom-sub dynamics / Bottom Ace / Ace is a good boy

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Ace was quite flustered. It was possible to determine how needy he was just because of his behavior—he sat on the bed with his legs in a w position, hands on his thighs, and cheeks flushed as his eyes followed you around the room.

“What?” You didn’t even look at him while talking, rummaging through the pile of clothes on a chair to check if there was something good enough to sleep in.

“Uh?” Ace replied almost instantly. “What what?”

You rolled your eyes a little, giving up on looking for the clothes—it would be useless, either way. Ace observed you carefully as you stepped closer, and the way you approached him made him lean back on his hands, the red tone on his cheeks increasing. His eyebrows raised a little, but he insisted on playing clueless.

“Ace…” You kept moving over him until his back met the mattress, knees between his legs and a hand beside his head as you used the other to brush the strands of hair away from his face. The way he looked at you with such wide, pleading eyes… so cute. “What do you want?”

Ace let out a soft sound, a defeated one. “A kiss?” He whispered. “Please?” He pouted a little, putting a little more effort into looking cute because, unfortunately, he was very well aware of the effect it had.

A sigh escaped your lips before you leaned in. At first, you just let your nose brush against Ace’s, nuzzling him lightly. His lips parted open at the proximity, his tongue peeking out to wet them. His breath fanned over your face but came to a pause as you leaned closer, slowly. Ace’s blown pupils were trained on you according to how close your lips grew to his. He even hummed when your lips brushed against his, unfortunately only a little graze before you pulled away.

The air escaped Ace’s lips at once, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “(Y/n)!” He clicked his tongue.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, kissing his cheek. “Aw, what?”

“Stop being mean!”

“You like it when I’m mean,” you replied in the same beat, getting a groan in response.

“That’s not the point,” he mumbled, shifting on the bed once his legs started aching. He sighed, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Come on, I’m craving it!” He kept observing your lips; his Adam’s apple bobbed with the dry swallow.

You just hummed in acknowledgment, not sounding very interested since your attention was on Ace’s neck this time, pressing kisses to the skin until you found the spot that made him a little more vocal when you started to nibble. He kept mumbling ‘please’ repeatedly, but he didn’t try to pull you closer or anything—what if you decided to tease even more because he wasn’t behaving?

“Fuck,” Ace whispered when your lips met his chest. It felt good, of course, but it wasn’t all that he wanted. He wanted to behave, but it was becoming each time harder to do it. “Sucks,” he whispered as he wrapped his legs around your hips and pushed his hips up a little bit. He could feel your cock when he pushed up; even if it wasn’t as hard as his, it meant he was getting somewhere.

A moan escaped Ace’s lips once you pressed your mouth to his nipple, giving it a few sloppy kisses before nipping on his collarbones. He was quite squirmy, both because he felt good and because of the way he wanted more. It was almost uncomfortable.

“Cute,” you whispered with a chuckle. He pouted in response. His eyes closed by instinct when you leaned in, but he sighed in defeat again when the kiss landed only on the corner of his lips. “Come on, why that mood?” Your fingers fumbled with his belt a little as you started unbuckling it, a small grin tugging on your lips when his eyes met yours.

The sulky look remained on Ace’s face as you lowered his shorts and boxers, only being wiped away when your hand wrapped around his cock. His eyebrows knitted together, mouth parting open as a moan escaped it, followed by a hiss when your thumb pressed down to his tip, spreading the pre-cum. His hips pushed into your hand in messy attempts to fuck himself into it.

“Please,” he mumbled quietly.

“Ride me,” you told him quietly, pushing his clothes lower.

Ace sighed. “Ride you? Y’know, I wasn’t looking forward to it today. I really wanted something like the usual, hugging my pillow, and—”

“I wasn’t asking,” you told him, kissing his cheek before you pulled back to start undressing yourself as well.

Ace scowled a little as he looked at you, sighing softly, but he still pushed his shorts and boxers all the way down, opting to watch you undress once he was done. He sat up again, letting you sit back on the pillows set against the headboard before he could climb on your lap. He was still a little whiny, but he didn’t argue further, at least yet. His lip was between his teeth while he watched you pour lube over your cock, fisting it until it was all spread nicely.

“Up,” you muttered with a tap on his thigh, making him kneel up.

“Ngh—” A breath caught in Ace’s throat when your hand slipped between his legs, tracing his hole before pushing a finger inside. It was still coated with the lube you’d used on yourself, now spreading it inside Ace while also stretching him open. A second finger slipped in, and he whimpered quietly, squirming as he tried to get you to reach another angle, only to be left in frustration as you pulled your hand away.

Your hand was firm on Ace’s hip to pull him down on you, while your free hand guided your cock inside him. It was only a graze against his entrance at first, feeling his entrance flutter before you finally pushed in properly. The warmth that engulfed you so nicely snatched a throaty moan from you, having your grip tighten around his hip.

Ace became even whinier with this, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and his free hand tight around your upper arm as he lowered himself on you. “Mph, fuck,” he whispered, giving himself a moment once bottoming out. His chest heaved up and down already, even if it wasn’t that much yet. He sat still for a little too long.

“Ace,” you whispered into his ear. “Move, baby.”

“But, (y/n),” he groaned, clicking his tongue. “I already told you…”

“Ace.” You sighed. “For once, Ace, come on. Do it, sweetheart, I want you riding me.”

Ace whined but obliged. He shifted his hips just a little bit at first, experimentally, and immediately clenched around you. That was a position he wasn’t really used to—Ace was practically a pillow princess, always spoiled by you, lying back and let you please him the way you wished to. The only times he happened to ride you were only when you two first started fucking, still finding out what made both of you comfortable. Taking all of this in consideration, it was no surprise that Ace was so fucking clumsy.

The first thrusts were kind of stiff, snatching a couple of moans from Ace as he pressed his face to your shoulder. Eventually, though, he gathered confidence.

There barely was any consistent rhythm in Ace’s motions as he rocked his hips against yours, whining softly whenever your cock reached a nice spot inside him. A shame he couldn’t exactly find out how to find the perfect angles, whimpering as he clung to you, nails sinking into your back and arm as he just frantically moved. You would give him a tip or two, press a hand to Ace’s chest to make him lean back until he could feel your tip graze his prostate, but it was too much fun watching him pathetically try to fuck himself like that. It was a nice contrast to the usual.

“Please,” he whispered as he let his hips lower against you with probably more force than he intended—it made a sharp moan escape his lips. “Just fuck me. Pretty please, I like it better when you fuck me,” he rambled into your ear while messily rolling his hips. “You fuck me so good, please, just pin me to the mattress and fuck me dumb.” He kept whining despite how breathless he was, putting all that effort into trying to please himself. It was good, of course, but not the kind of good he was seeking for.

Honestly, if anything, it all turned you on even more. The fact that Ace—who usually just got everything he wanted—was now struggling to please himself with you while messily begging into your ear made your cock twitch inside him.

“You’re better than that, Ace,” you muttered, groaning softly when he clenched around you.

Your hands went from his hips to his thighs, massaging the skin gently. His muscles tensed under your fingertips as he rode you—or at least tried to, poor thing.

Frustration laced the moan that spilled from Ace’s lips, followed by a string of curses as he pulled his torso away from yours. His hand moved from your back to between the two of you. You cogitated swatting it away, making Ace do it all untouched, but he deserved it. It was nice watching him clumsily and frantically trying to bring pleasure to himself and failing miserably. He seemed so desperate, pitiful, barely having any coordination between moving his hips and his hand around himself, even more when he brought his free hand to his chest to play with his nipple.

Ace hated it. It was nothing like when you did it.

“Please,” Ace insisted. It felt like he’d been doing it for a long time already because of how agonizing it was. His body felt all hot. You were right there in front of him, but all you did was to hold onto his thighs and observe Ace while letting him fuck himself.

A couple moans escaped Ace’s lips as he rolled his hips more, pushing into your cock and into your hand at the same time. His cock twitched before he came, staining your torso and also his, but he wasn’t even glad for it. It didn’t feel as good as he wanted it to be; it wasn’t satisfying enough, not as nearly as when you were the one taking charge. “(Y/n),” he gasped, holding onto your shoulders again. He pressed his forehead to yours, nose buried into your cheek. “Please, pretty please.”

A smile tugged on your lips as you moved your head to catch Ace’s lips with your own, giving him a couple of kisses before you changed your positions—Ace had his back against the mattress while you knelt on it, with his legs wrapping around your hips.

“Let me take care of you properly, now.”

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