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WARM ME UP NEXT ACE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES IM BEGGING AND LET ME KEEP THE HAT TOO

Also just Ace constant teasing afterwards uuuggggghhhhhhh it’s making me melt and be all giggly I love me a cocky Ace 😩 also love Vivi and Nami being true friends and also messing with you 😂 I love it all

☠️ Sandstorm & Fire

Sandstorm & Fire: Traveling through the Sandra Desert, you are trying your best to ignore the flirtatious advances of Luffy’s older brother Ace. When a sandstorm hits and you are separated, you have to rely on Ace to keep you warm.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Injury, Blood.

To Note: Ace x NAMED!FemReader.

Word Count: ~9.5k

The Sandora Desert stretches before you, an endless sea of golden dunes undulating under the fierce sun. You grew bored of the sight ten minutes into the journey. The heat, relentless and unyielding, beats down on your covered form, but you feel at ease in this harsh environment. It's the cold nights that worry you, but for now, the day is sweltering and familiar.

Ace walks ahead of the group, his bare chest glistening with sweat. Obnoxiously handsome and charming… He’s been showing off his fire abilities, creating small bursts of flame in his palm that make Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp gape in awe.

"Look at this one!" Ace exclaims, a playful grin on his face as he sends a plume of fire into the air. You have to hand it to him, he is good with his devil fruit powers.

"Whoa! Do it again!" Luffy shouts, jumping up and down like an excited child.

Chopper's eyes sparkle with fascination. "That's so cool!"

Usopp tries to maintain his composure but fails miserably. "Yeah, uh, not bad. I could do that too if I had... uh... a lighter."

You roll your eyes at their antics. Ace catches your gaze and winks. You quickly look away, feeling a warmth on your cheeks that's definitely not from the desert sun. He's been a thorn in your side since he joined up, and not for the reason you'd think.

"You know," Vivi says, sidling up next to you with a sly smile. "Ace has been quite taken with you."

Nami joins in with a laugh. "Yeah, Sela. I think he's trying to impress you."

You shake your head, pulling your scarf tighter around your face. "He's just showing off for everyone."

"Sure," Vivi teases, her tone light but mischievous.

Ahead of you, Zoro and Sanji are engaged in yet another petty argument.

"Why don't you use that map properly?" Zoro grumbles.

Sanji retorts with a huff. "Because someone here can't follow simple directions!"

"Who are you calling an idiot?"

"You! Moss-head!"

You and Nami burst into laughter at their squabbling. Even Vivi can't help but giggle at their predictable banter. They fight like cats and dogs.

"I swear," Nami says between laughs, "those two will never get along."

"No they will not," you agree with a snort.

Luffy bounds over to Zoro and Sanji, throwing his arms around them both and dragging their heads down. "Stop fighting! We're almost to Yuba! I can feel it!"

"We're only a quarter of the way there," you correct him dryly.

Zoro shakes Luffy off with a scowl. "Listen to Sela for once."

Sanji gives a mocking bow. "Oh? The great swordsman finally defers to someone else?"

Luffy pouts and wanders off to kick at the sand. Before another argument can erupt, Ace strolls over and places himself between Zoro and Sanji. His hand flickers with flames as he gives you another knowing glance.

"You know," Ace says casually, "Sela's right. We should focus on getting there rather than bickering like children."

Despite his words, Luffy continues to cause mayhem, darting around and chattering about the adventure ahead and how exciting this is. You are literally walking through a desert…

You continue to trudge on through the scorching desert, the sun beating down relentlessly. As the group pushes forward against the oppressive heat, a sudden, ominous wind begins to stir, sending a shiver down your spine. Instinctively, you pull your desert clothing tighter around you, sensing the approach of danger.

Vivi gasps, her eyes widening in alarm as a towering swirl of sand materializes in the distance, growing larger with each passing second. You zero in on what was barreling towards your group.

"SANDSTORM!" you yell, your voice straining to rise above the howling wind. How can a storm move this fast!? The urgency in your tone is unmistakable, and you can see the others snapping to attention, their petty squabbles forgotten in the face of nature's fury.

Panic sets in. The group gets caught up in the swirling vortex of sand and debris. You squint against the stinging particles, trying to find a place to hunker down. A nearly impossible task with the wind pushing at your body. The wind howls like a living creature, whipping your clothing against your skin. Sand and rocks pelt you from all sides, reducing visibility to almost nothing. You can barely make out the silhouettes of your companions, each struggling to shield themselves from nature's wrath.

Your heart pounds as you spot something hurtling toward you—a rock the size of your fist. Your legs refuse to move fast enough, tangled by the chaos of your desert robes you. Just as you brace for impact, a force slams into you from the side. You hit the ground hard, your breath knocked from your lungs for several moments. As you gasp to suck oxygen back into your body, you realize that instead of pain from the rock smashing into you, a warm body now covers your own. Shielding you from the storm.

"It's okay, I've got you!" Ace's voice shouts above the roar of the storm, cutting through the cacophony of wailing wind and screaming sand.

Bits of sand and rock scrape at your face as you curl into yourself, trying to reduce what parts of you is exposed to the sandstorm. Ace's weight pins you down but also shields you from the worst of it.

You can feel his heartbeat, strong against your back and unaffected by the harsh environment you have suddenly found yourselves in. The warmth of his body contrasts sharply with the biting cold of the sand-laden wind, a sharp contrast to the sun that had only minutes ago, bared down on you like it intended to melt you.

As the storm intensifies and the desert around you becomes a blur of vicious sand and deafening noise, you clench your fingers around the ones that have weaved with yours. The sandstorm seems relentless, each gust of wind more powerful than the last. Scraping your face, tearing at your light desert clothing. You can hear the muffled shouts of your companions beginning to fade, their voices lost to the howling wind.

"Shit, shit, shit," you exclaim, your face feeling like it's on fire from the grains of sand digging into your flesh. You are pretty sure you smashed open your chin on a flying pebble…

"It's alright, Sela," Ace's voice comes again, calm despite the chaos. The screams. "Just hold on a bit longer."

You tighten your grip on his hands, seeking some comfort in their steady presence. "Easier said than done," you rasp through gritted teeth. The pain from your chin throbs with each passing second.

Ace presses his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. Just like everything else about him. "I know you've been through worse," he murmurs. "We'll make it through this."

You focus on his words, allowing them to soothe your agitated mind and fearful heart amid the explosive tempest of the sandstorm. The sand stings less when you're thinking about him instead of it—almost.

"How can you be so calm!?" You shout over the wind, half in surprise and half in frustration.

"Comes with being made of fire and having Luffy as my kid brother," he replies against your ear. "Not much can rattle me anymore."

The words hang between you like a lifeline, comical yet entirely true. You hold onto that calmness, drawing strength from his unwavering demeanor. As the minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity, the storm's fury begins to wane. The wind gradually loses its intensity, and the once vicious sandstorm starts to settle.

The airborne sand descends slowly, creating an eerie calm in its wake. You cough, spitting out grains of sand that have lodged themselves in your mouth and throat. Ace shifts his weight off you, and you immediately feel exposed without his warm presence shielding you.

"You alright?" he asks, brushing some of the sand off your face with a rough but gentle hand, his touch warmer than the harsh environment around you.

"Yeah," you manage between coughs. "But I feel like I just used sandpaper as body wash." The grit in your mouth and the raw feeling on your skin only heighten your sense of discomfort.

Ace helps you to your feet, his hand steadying you against the shifting sand still agitated beneath your feet. Ignoring the dull throb echoing from your chin, your eyes lift to the last light of the day casting long shadows over the dunes. The sky, now a deep shade of twilight, leaves no room for further trekking. Traveling at night would be far too dangerous. You look around, scanning the horizon, but see no sign of your crew.

"Where is everyone?" you mutter, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. The silent expanse feels unnervingly empty without the familiar faces of your friends.

Ace frowns, his eyes narrowing as he surveys the desolate landscape. "We must've gotten separated in the storm." His voice carries a tone of resolve, even as his gaze sweeps over the rippling dunes, searching for any sign of the others. The weight of the situation settles on your shoulders, but Ace's calm demeanor offers a sliver of hope amidst the sand sea uncertainty. He's sensible, unlike his younger brother…

The sun dips lower, its warm glow fading quickly. You both know that navigating the desert at night is dangerous. With a sigh, you pull your scarf tighter around your face to ward off the incoming cold.

"We should stay put," Ace says, glancing at you. "It's too risky to search in the dark."

You nod, though unease knots in your stomach. "Agreed. Better to wait until morning. Half the crew can't navigate worth a shit and the other half probably already hunkered down for the night."

Ace chuckles, the sound painfully attractive. "Yeah, I bet Zoro's lost somewhere arguing with Sanji over who's worse at directions."

You can't help but laugh too, the image of Zoro and Sanji bickering in circles bringing a smile to your face. "Or Luffy's already eaten half our rations while Chopper panics about sand in his fur."

Ace grins, his eyes lighting up. "Luffy never changes, does he?"

"Not in my experience," you reply, shaking your head. "He's a handful."

As the last light of day fades into twilight, you both begin to search for shelter. The vast expanse of dunes seems endless, each ridge blending into the next. But after a few minutes of walking, you spot a small cluster of rocks jutting out from the sand.

"There," you point, relief washing over you.

Ace nods and leads the way. The rocks form a rough indented semicircle, offering some protection from the wind that still whispers across the desert.

"Hey, not bad," Ace calls, hopping down into the lower area sheltered by the rocks. He then turns to you and offers his hand to you. You take it and let him help you step down as you scan the surroundings.

Ace releases your hand, and you find yourself lingering on the warmth that remains. He glances around, assessing the makeshift shelter. "I'll go gather some firewood. We need to stay warm tonight."

You nod, watching him stride away with confidence, his stable sure even on the shifting sands. You are pretty sure that between the two of you, you're going to be the one that gets cold… His figure soon disappears over a dune, leaving you in the growing darkness. Painfully pining after him despite knowing better.

Shaking your head and turning your attention to the little area sheltered by the rocks, you sit down on a small, flat stone. The surface is smooth from the winds of sand polishing it for centuries. You take a deep breath and scan the horizon again, hoping for any sign of your crew. Nothing, as expected.

Your hands brush against your scratched cheeks, each graze sparking prickles of sharp pain. Damn, that sandstorm really had been a storm of sandpaper! Your fingers move carefully to your chin, where a gash throbs with each heartbeat. The wound is shallow but raw, stinging as you probe it gently.

It isn't bleeding terribly, but it stings something fierce.

You drop your hand to your lap, letting out a frustrated sigh as the pain lingers. The desert air is cooling rapidly, and without the sun's oppressive heat, a chill starts to seep in.

A rustle draws your attention back to the horizon, where Ace reappears, arms laden with pieces of dry wood and scrub. He flashes you a reassuring smile before dropping the wood in a pile near you.

“Alright, let’s get this fire going,” Ace says, kneeling beside the wood. He flicks his fingers, and small flames dance from his fingertips, licking at the dry branches until they catch fire.

You watch, mesmerized as the flames grow stronger, casting warm light and dancing shadows against the rocks. The crackling sound of burning wood fills the air, a comforting counterpoint to the harsh winds that still swirl around outside your little refuge. The warmth from the fire begins to spread, pushing back against the chill that has begun to settle into your bones.

Ace settles down beside you, his eyes catching on your face. His brow furrows slightly as he notices the scratches and gash on your chin. "You’re hurt," he says simply.

"It's nothing," you shrug it off, but his gaze remains fixed on you with an intensity that makes it clear he isn't buying it. It was a pretty lousy response.

He leans closer, inspecting your injuries with a gentle touch that surprises you. "This looks painful," he murmurs. "Let me see if I can help."

His fingers are warm against your skin as he brushes away some of the sand clinging to your wounds. You wince slightly but don’t pull away.

"You know Chopper is the one that carries our medical supplies? Cause he's a doctor?" You point out with a raised eyebrow.

Ace smirks at you and reaches into his belt pack, pulling out a small tin. The metal glints dully in the firelight, its surface worn smooth from countless uses. He flips the lid open with a practiced flick of his thumb, revealing a thick, pale ointment inside.

"Chopper’s great," Ace says, leaning forward, "but I always carry this. The Whitebeard Pirates use it to keep wounds from getting infected until they get proper medial attention."

He dips his fingers into the ointment, the fire casting shadows over his concentrated expression. He turns toward you, his proximity making your pulse quicken. Ace’s face is close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the hint of freckles on his nose.

"This might sting a bit," he warns softly.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat as he begins to apply the ointment to your cheeks. His touch is gentle yet firm, his fingers intensely warm as they glide over the superficial scrapes. Each stroke feels almost tender, and you find yourself leaning into his touch despite the faint burn of the ointment.

"There we go," he murmurs, finishing with your cheeks. "Now for the big one."

His thumb brushes against your lower lip as he turns your chin slightly to get a better angle on the gash. The motion is so careful it makes you momentarily forget about the pain. Even your lip trembles from his gentle touch. His eyes meet yours briefly before he focuses back on the wound.

"Hold still," Ace instructs gently. Kind of hard to when he is so damn close.

You feel the cool ointment spread over the cut, followed by a soothing warmth from his fingers. His thumb lingers against your skin longer than necessary, tracing a slow path along your jawline before pulling away.

"There," Ace says softly, his voice almost a whisper against the crackling fire. "That should do it."

You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. "Thanks."

Ace's eyes crinkle with a smile as he replaces the lid on the tin and tucks it back into his belt pack. "Anytime, Fire Flower."

You blink at him, the nickname hanging in the air between you. "Fire Flower?" The words feel foreign on your tongue, both confusing and intriguing.

Ace chuckles, leaning back on his heels. "Yeah, it suits you. You're beautiful, like a rare desert flower, but with a fiery spirit."

Your cheeks heat up at his words, and you quickly pull your desert robe tighter around your shoulders, trying to hide your flustered expression. "You're just saying that," you mumble, feeling the weight of his gaze.

"I'm not," he insists, his voice earnest. "You're tough, resilient. You've got this spark that draws people in." He reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering just a moment too long.

The sincerity in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. You look away, focusing on the fire's warm glow instead of the intensity of his gaze. "Well, thanks... I guess," you mutter, trying to downplay how much his words have affected you.

Ace's laughter is soft but genuine. "Don't thank me for speaking the truth." He settles down beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. Oh shit, Vivi and Nami are right, you do like him…

The desert night wraps around you like a cold, relentless predator. You shiver uncontrollably, curling into yourself in a futile attempt to ward off the biting chill. Your desert robes offer little protection, and the fire's warmth seems to evade your grasp.

Ace's jacket helps somewhat, he gave it to you before you settled in for the night as a blanket, but it's still not enough. You clench your teeth to stop them from chattering, but it's a losing battle. You feel as if ice has seeped into your very bones.

You don't notice Ace stirring until he moves to add more wood to the fire. The flames roar back to life, casting flickering shadows on the surrounding rocks. You try to pull the jacket tighter around yourself, but it does little to stem the cold.

When Ace returns to his resting spot beside you, he doesn't just lay down against the thermal blanket he was using. Instead, he lays down against your back and pulls you into his arms.

"You're freezing," he mutters, his breath warm against your ear.

"I'm fine," you insist through chattering teeth.

"You're as stubborn as Luffy," he murmurs with a soft chuckle.

You squirm in his embrace but don't pull away. His warmth is too inviting, too necessary in this moment. "I can handle it," you insist weakly.

"Clearly," he replies with a smirk you can hear in his voice. He pulls you closer, pressing his heated palms against your stomach and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His warmth radiates through you like a living flame.

You gasp sharply the moment his hand snakes beneath your desert robes to press against your stomach, his hand blazing with warmth.

"What are you doing?" you hiss through chattering teeth.

"Keeping you warm," Ace responds simply, his tone light but firm.

His fingers spread out across your stomach, their heat sinking into your skin and chasing away the cold. Each touch is deliberate, almost teasing as if testing your reaction. The warmth from his hands seeps into your body, replacing the biting chill with a comforting heat that makes it hard to focus on anything else.

"You don’t have to do this," you protest weakly.

Ace’s laugh is soft and reassuring. "Consider it a perk of knowing someone who can turn into fire."

"But… Ace," you whisper, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as your voice trembles for reasons beyond the cold.

"Hmm?" His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, his breath warm and intoxicatingly close.

"What... what are you doing?" Your voice comes out more breathless than you'd like.

"Keeping you warm," he answers simply, his hand continuing its gentle exploration beneath your robes. Oh he is most certainly not!

Your body betrays you, a shiver running through you that's entirely unrelated to the cold. Ace's fingers move with a tantalizing slowness, brushing against the curve of your breasts. He pauses, then groans softly, clearly aroused.

"No bra, huh?" he teases, his voice husky.

You try to defend yourself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Wearing one in this heat would ruin it. Too much sweat."

Ace chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. "Good point," he murmurs, his fingers tracing over your breasts again. His touch is light but deliberate, finding your nipples hard from the cold.

A whimper escapes your lips as his hand cups your breast fully, enjoying the softness. Your hand dives beneath your robes to grasp his wrist with icy fingers. The contrast between your cold skin and his warmth sends a jolt through you.

"You're freezing," Ace whispers, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to caress you. His thumb circles one nipple, teasing it until it pebbles even harder under his touch.

You bite your lip to stifle another whimper but fail as Ace's other hand slips under the robes to join the first, cupping both breasts now. The sensation is overwhelming—his heat against your cold skin creates a fiery friction that leaves you breathless.

He pauses for a moment. "Do you want this? Do you want me as just as much as I want you?"

Your grip tightens on his wrist pressed against your breast, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Yes," you breathe out, barely more than a whisper but full of need.

From behind you, Ace's eyes light up with a fire of their own, sending another wave of warmth through your chilled body. "Good," he murmurs, the single word charged with passionate desire.

His hands, which had been paused while cupping your breasts, resume their kneading and lavishing. He squeezes gently, then more firmly, indulging in the softness of your flesh. His touch is both possessive and reverent, each movement precise and purposeful. Spreading warmth across your flesh. As he massages your breasts, his mouth finds the sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses and sucks, leaving a trail of heat that makes you gasp.

"You're so warm," you groan between breaths, the words slipping out without thought.

"And you're so cold," he replies, his voice rough with desire. "Let me warm you up."

One hand remains on your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in rhythmic circles that send sparks through your body and to your toes. The other hand travels back down your stomach, fingers tracing lines of fire against your chilled skin. You shiver uncontrollably as his fingers reach the waistband of your underwear.

He pauses there, teasingly tracing the edge without dipping beneath. The sensation is maddening. You squirm in his embrace, a whine escaping your lips as he continues to torment you with light touches.

"Ace," you plead softly, "please..."

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "Please what?"

You bite your lip in frustration and need. "Stop teasing me... I need more."

Ace's chuckle is a low rumble against your neck, and his fingers move with deliberate slowness. He slides beneath your underwear, his touch both gentle and insistent. His fingers trace the contours of your folds, feeling the contrast of your cold skin against his warmth. The sensation sends a jolt through you, and you suck in a sharp breath, your head pressing back against his shoulder.

"Oh gods," you whine, your thighs clenching around his hand for a moment. You can feel Ace's smirk against your neck, pleased with your delicious reaction.

His lips move up the line of your jaw, each kiss igniting sparks of heat along your skin. When he reaches your mouth, he captures it with a hunger that takes your breath away. Oh you have never experienced such an explosive kiss that instantly has you craving more!

His tongue pushes past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth with an intensity that makes you dizzy. You respond eagerly, meeting his passion with your own as the sounds of your mingled breaths and soft moans fill the space between you.

While his mouth claims yours, Ace's fingers finally slide deeper between the lips of your cunt. His touch is both soothing and electrifying as he finds your entrance, feeling the coldness there. His fingers move with a slow, teasing rhythm, spreading the wetness that begins to pool from your arousal.

You whine and Ace swallows that sound with his mouth as he slides one finger inside you, then another. The sensation is exquisite—his warmth against your chill creating a delicious friction that leaves you wanting more. Your hips instinctively buck against his hand and your legs twist.

"Ace," you moan against his lips, the sound desperate and filled with need. He chuckles once more and curls his fingers inside you, finding that sweet spot that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. You arch against him, every nerve ending on fire as he continues to pleasure you beyond anything you've ever imagined.

You breathe heavily in between Ace's kisses, each exhale mingling with his as his tongue snakes against yours. Drinking your taste, savoring your ecstasy. Your hips buck against his hot fingers buried deep inside you again, and warmth begins to spread from your cunt. Every thrust of his hand sends electric currents through your body, causing your muscles to tighten and release in an agonizingly sweet rhythm.

"Ace," you whimper, your voice a mixture of desperation and pleasure.

His response is a low, hungry growl that vibrates against your lips, the sound making your heart race even faster. His fingers burn inside you, hitting that spot with precision that makes your vision blur with stars and warming your abdomen in such a way you can't even think straight.

Your hands grasp at his wrist, nails sinking into his skin as you try to hold on to your sanity. Your thighs clench around his hand once more, trapping him in place as waves of pleasure ripple through you. The fire burns hotter within you, threatening to consume you whole. At this rate it will!

"Come for me," Ace whispers against your lips, his breath hot and enticing. Oh Gods.

His words instantly push you over the edge. Your body convulses in his arms, muscles clenching and releasing in a powerful orgasm that leaves you trembling. Thighs shaking violently against his wrist. You cry out, the sound echoing into the night as every nerve ending lights up with sensation.

Ace's lips trace a path along your jawline, his kisses tender yet burning with an intensity that promises so much more. But you can barely think through the rushes of pleasure crippling your mind. His fingers caress your face, brushing away loose strands of hair as he presses soft kisses to the corner of your mouth.

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your body still trembling and shaking from the pleasure. When you finally open your eyes, you find Ace gazing down at you with a lazy, satisfied smile. You shiver again, the chill of the desert night making its presence known yet again. Ace's eyebrow arches slightly as he takes in your reaction.

"Seems like I'll have to work harder to warm you up," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "If you're still shivering."

A painful flush creeps up your neck and into your cheeks as you process his words. More. More. The implications are clear, and they send another wave of heat through your body. "Do you intend to fully warm me up?" you ask, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

Ace's smirk deepens, his eyes twinkling with desire. Without answering verbally, he leans in and bites gently at the curve of your neck, drawing a gasp from your lips. His teeth graze against your skin before his mouth soothes the bite with another searing kiss.

Ace pulls his jacket from where it covers you and tosses it away to where your combined supplies are gathered. "We won't be needing that," he murmurs as he grabs his thermal blanket and drapes it over both your bodies.

As you shudder in the blissful heat, Ace's hand slips between your bodies, deftly undoing his shorts. You feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your lower back. The sensation is electrifying, sending another wave of heat coursing through your body.

Without breaking the connection, Ace's fingers move to hike up your robe to your waist, brushing against your thigh before gripping it firmly. He pulls your leg back over his hip, positioning himself perfectly against you. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating, and you can feel his erection press insistently against your trembling cunt.

"You're so warm," you breathe out in ecstasy, barely able to form coherent thoughts as the sensation overwhelms you.

Ace's breath hitches slightly at your words. "And you're so cold," he replies, his voice a mix of concern and desire.

Rather than push himself into you immediately, Ace chooses to run his throbbing cock through your soaked and engorged folds. The sensation of his length gliding against your sensitive skin makes you squirm uncontrollably in his grasp. Each movement draws a whimper from your lips as the friction sends sparks of pleasure through you.

"Oh gods, Ace," you gasp, the words escaping in a breathless moan.

His hand wraps around your stomach, holding you firmly against his chest while his other hand presses against your breast, engulfing it completely. His fingers knead and tease, each touch adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Ace's mouth laves and bites at your neck, leaving behind a trail of teeth marks and love bites. You feel the sharp sting of each bite followed by the soothing warmth of his tongue as he laps at the sensitive skin. The combination of pain and pleasure makes you tremble more, your nails digging into his arms as you beg for more.

"Please... more," you plead, barely recognizing your own voice.

Ace chuckles softly against your ear, the sound sending vibrations through you. "I want to take my time with you," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of desire and restraint. "We have all night and who knows when I'll next get to love you? I want to treasure you, Fire Flower."

His words ignite something deeper within you, making the burning desire almost unbearable. This isn't just a fling. He continues to slide his cock through your folds, each stroke deliberate and slow. The wetness between your legs coats him, making every movement smoother and more intense.

You can feel the pressure building inside you, each pass of his cock over your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips move instinctively, seeking more contact as you grind against him.

Ace's grip on your breast tightens slightly as he squeezes and massages the soft flesh. His thumb brushes over your nipple in slow circles, adding another layer of sensation that makes you gasp.

"You feel so good," he whispers against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "I could do this all night. Your body feels so beautiful."

The thought of spending the entire night in this intimate embrace sends another wave of arousal through you. Yet, a torturous thought… You press back against him harder, desperate for more friction and contact.

"Please," you beg again, the word escaping as a breathless moan. "I need more."

Ace's chuckle turns into a low growl as he nips at your earlobe. "Patience," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "We'll get there, Fire Flower."

He continues to rut his throbbing cock through your slick folds, each movement deliberate and tantalizingly slow. The leg you have draped over his hip trembles uncontrollably, and your heel digs into his hamstring, seeking any purchase to pull him closer. The friction of his cock against your clit sends jolts of pleasure through you, each stroke erupting sparks of pleasure that make you twitch in place.

Ace finally takes pity on you, sensing your desperation in your squirms and whines. He holds you tighter against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. You can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it slides between your swollen lips, the sensation both soothing and maddening… but this time, he lets the head of his cock catch at your entrance. Your breath catches in your throat as he pauses there, teasingly pressing just enough to feel the resistance of your body.

"Ready?" he whispers against your ear, his voice a blend of tenderness and raw need.

You can only nod, your body strung tight with anticipation and bludgeoning need.

Slowly, Ace begins to push himself into you. The initial stretch is intense but not painful; it's a delicious ache that makes you gasp as he fills you inch by inch. His heat seeps into you, radiating through your abdomen as he sinks deeper. But then your body starts protesting with a stinging sensation. You quiver and try to force the pain from your mind to focus on how delicious and warm her feels buried within your body.

When he's fully seated inside you, Ace's hand presses down over the place where he can feel himself buried deep within you. "You feel so good," he groans softly. "Squeezing me so tight."

You shudder and whimper, squirming from the fullness and tightness inside you. The stretch stings. Your walls clench around him involuntarily, drawing another groan from his lips.

Ace's fingers continue to caress the spot where he's pressing against you from the inside. Each touch sends ripples of pleasure through you, amplifying the sensations already coursing through your body. His other hand moves to cup your breast again, fingers pinching lightly at your nipple.

"How does it feel?" Ace asks, his voice rough with barely-contained desire.

Your body trembles at his words, torn between the discomfort of the stretch and the intoxicating warmth of his cock filling you. You don't want to lie to him. "Warm," you manage to gasp out, your voice breathless. The word is laced with need but highlighted by an edge of pain. Ace pauses, sensing the tension and pain you struggle to hide in your voice.

"Just breathe, Fire Flower" he murmurs against your ear, nuzzling against your skin. "Let yourself relax, I've got you." His thumb, still pressing against your stomach where he feels himself inside you, begins to stroke gently. The slow, rhythmic motion is soothing and arousing at the same time.

You focus on his touch, each gentle, warming stroke coaxing your muscles to loosen their grip. Your breathing steadies, and you feel the tension begin to melt away. Ace’s lips seek out yours, capturing them in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding. His tongue explores your mouth with deliberate care, mapping every inch with unhurried precision. You respond eagerly, meeting his passion with your own.

Ace’s kisses grow more insistent as he senses your body relaxing in his arms. His hand on your stomach presses down slightly harder, feeling the way your body accommodates him. His other hand moves from your breast to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he pulls your lips closer to his mouth.

When he nips at your lower lip, a soft moan escapes from deep within you. Ace takes advantage of this moment to deepen the kiss further, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours one more. Each kiss leaves you breathless, twirled upin the taste of him until you are intoxicated.

Ace, feeling your body relax within his arms, begins to move. Slowly, he draws his hips back, the drag of his cock against your tight walls making you gasp. The friction is intense, a mix of pleasure and a sharp sting from the stretch. He pauses for a heartbeat before pushing forward again, each inch a slow, deliberate torment.

You struggle not to tense up as the sensation washes over you. The stinging ache is still there, a constant reminder of how long it’s been since you’ve felt this. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, each one mingling with Ace's hot breaths against your lips.

He moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, lips brushing against your skin before he suckles gently. Gently but greedily. His tongue flicks out to taste you, leaving a wet trail that cools in the night air. You breathe heavily, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the discomfort.

Ace's pace continues to be slow, each thrust sending ripples of intense pleasure through your body. His cock stretches you with every movement, filling you completely. His hand continues to press against your stomach, feeling himself buried deep within you, radiating warmth. The other hand caresses your face before moving back to your breast, fingers pinching lightly at your nipple.

Your walls clench around him involuntarily with each thrust, fluttering, drawing more groans of bliss from his lips. The sensation of being filled so completely soon makes you dizzy with pleasure and pain intertwined. You bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"You're so tight," Ace murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with desire.

His words send another wave of heat through you. You arch against him, seeking more contact despite the sting of the stretch. His hand on your breast squeezes gently before his thumb brushes over your nipple in slow circles.

"Faster, please" you whisper, the word barely more than a breath.

His response is immediate. His pace quickens, hips snapping forward with more urgency. Each thrust is deeper, driving his cock into you with a force that makes you whine. The initial sting of the stretch starts to fade, replaced by a growing pleasure that makes your body sing with each movement.

Ace's mouth finds your neck again, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks hard enough to leave even more marks. His tongue flicks out to soothe the spot, sending waves of sensation down your body. You arch against him, pressing back into each thrust as his hand on your stomach presses harder, feeling every inch of him inside you.

His fingers on your breast tighten, pinching your nipple between thumb and forefinger in a way that makes you cry out. The sound mingles with his groans, creating a symphony of pleasure that fills the night air.

"That's it," Ace murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you."

Your walls clench around him involuntarily with each thrust, drawing another groan from his lips. The sensation of being filled so completely makes you dizzy with pleasure. Your breath comes in short gasps as you bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

Ace's hand on your breast moves down to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation sends shockwaves through your body, making you whimper uncontrollably.

"You're so damn beautiful," Ace growls, his breath hot against your ear.

You feel the pressure building to an unbearable point, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The friction of his cock against your tight walls and the relentless stimulation of his fingers on your clit drive you wild. Your nails dig into his arms as you cling to him, desperate for release.

"Ace," you sob, your voice shaking unlike any sound you've heard yourself make before. His pace quickens even more, hips slamming into ass with a force that leaves you struggling to breath.

"Come for me," Ace whispers against your ear, his voice soaked with desire. His words push you over the edge.

Your body convulses around him as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out, the sound echoing into the night as every nerve ending lights up with sensation. Ace continues to move inside you, riding out your orgasm as he chases his own release.

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep within your clenching cunt and groans loudly as he comes. You feel his cock pulse inside you as he fills you with his hot and searing seed that drives warmth into your body inside out. It's a blissful heat that leaves you floating in heaven. His arms wrap around you tightly as both of you ride out the aftershocks together.

Ace holds you tight against him, his cock remaining buried in your cunt as his seed and your release slowly ooze from your joined bodies. Caught between sucking in oxygen and pleasure, all you can do is lay limp. The sensation of his thick warmth mingling with your own juices makes you keen softly, the aftermath of your shared pleasure leaving you hypersensitive. Your limbs feel heavy and boneless, utterly spent from the intensity of it all. Ace’s arms wrap around you securely, holding you close as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

For a few moments, you both stay like that, hearts pounding in unison as you catch your breath. Ace's fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, each touch deliciously intimate and comforting. He can feel the rapid beat of your pulse against his lips.

"Have I warmed you up?" he murmurs into your ear, voice soft but laced with satisfaction.

"…yeah," you reply meekly, still trying to recover from the overwhelming sensations.

Ace chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Don’t go all meek on me now," he teases gently. "I love it when my Fire Flower is responsive."

A groan escapes your lips at his words. The nickname never fails to send a flush of warmth through you, even now when you're utterly spent! Then again, you are currently cocooned in a bubble of heat that leaves you in bliss against the cold night.

Without pulling away or slipping out of you, Ace gives your body a reassuring squeeze. The feeling of him still inside you, filling and stretching you even after climax, keeps a simmering tension alive between you two.

"Why aren't you pulling out?" you ask softly, voice tinged with curiosity and lingering desire.

Ace's breath is warm against your skin as he answers. "I intend to keep you warm all night," he says simply. "Inside and out."

The implication of his words sends a fresh wave of heat through your body. The thought of staying connected like this—of feeling him inside you throughout the night—makes something in your chest tighten with a mixture of arousal and tenderness. Oh to have this any time you wish.

His fingers continue their lazy caresses along your skin as he holds you close. Each subtle movement jostles his cock buried within your body and the warmth that fiercely chases away all chill and cold.

Ace's lips move to press against your temple in a soft kiss before trailing down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. His teeth graze lightly over the skin there before he places another kiss at the juncture where neck meets shoulder.

"I want to feel every part of you," he murmurs against your skin. "And I want you to feel me too." That's a given at this point.

You nod weakly, exhaustion starting to weigh down your limbs despite the lingering arousal coursing through you.

He shifts slightly, adjusting his hold on you so that you’re nestled more comfortably against him. One arm wraps around your waist, holding you close, while the other reaches for your hand. His fingers intertwine with yours, weaving with yours.

“Sleep,” Ace whispers, his voice soothing and low. “I’ll keep you warm until sunrise.”

You manage a tired smile, the promise in his words easing the last of your tension. Your body melts against his, the sensation of his skin intoxicating. As your eyes flutter closed, you bring one hand up to rest against your chest, fingers splayed over your heart. The other remains entwined with Ace’s hand, his grip firm yet gentle.

His thumb strokes over the back of your hand in slow, reassuring circles. The sensation is hypnotic, lulling you further into drowsiness. Oh the things this man does to do. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the last vestiges of consciousness slip away.

Ace’s breath is warm against your ear as he murmurs one last time, “Sweet dreams, Fire Flower.”

You wake up with the sun high above, its rays piercing through your closed eyelids. The campfire from the night before has long since burned out, leaving only cold ashes. Groaning, you stretch out on your side, every muscle in your body protesting from the intensity of last night. You take a moment to breathe deeply, your body still tingling from the memories of Ace's touch.

The absence of Ace's warmth against your skin feels like a stark contrast to the heat now radiating from the desert around you. The thermal blanket is thankfully gone, otherwise you'd be an inferno. As you lay there, the realization of having slept with Luffy's brother sinks in. Your mind races through a maze of emotions—excitement, confusion, and an undeniable desire for more. A connection even.

A sudden tickling sensation at the edge of your senses snaps you back to reality. Instincts honed by years of survival kick in. Without thinking, you snatch your knife and slam it into the ground beside you. Your eyes fly open to see a scorpion, about the size of a small dog, pinned beneath your blade. Its tail twitches violently for a moment before going still.

A low chuckle draws your attention. You glance up to find Ace standing nearby, his hand ablaze with flames that dance around his fingers. He clearly intended to take care of the scorpion himself.

"Impressive reflexes," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

You pull the knife from the scorpion and wipe it clean on the sand before sheathing it again, feeling the adrenaline slowly fade. "Thanks," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy look. "Didn't want our breakfast running away."

Ace raises an eyebrow, intrigued and amused. "Breakfast?" His hand extinguishes as he walks closer, eyes flickering between you and the now-dead scorpion, curiosity evident in his expression.

"Yeah," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glint now in your eyes. "Think you can use that fire for cooking?" You gesture toward the scorpion, envisioning a makeshift meal. No point in wasting the meat. The desert sun begins to rise, casting long shadows and adding a touch of warmth to the cool morning air, making the idea of a hot meal even more appealing.

He laughs, a deep sound that you find you rather adore. "Never tried cooking scorpion before," he admits. "But I can give it a shot."

You nod and begin preparing the scorpion for cooking, removing its venomous stinger and cleaning it as best as you can. Ace watches you with impressed amusement as he conjures a controlled flame in his palm.

"You're full of surprises," he remarks as he kneels beside you, using his fire to cook the meat evenly.

"In my defense, I am still surprising myself," you respond playfully. "Never tried a scorpion before… I think it's supposed to taste like shrimp?"

As the smell of roasting meat fills the air, you can't help but steal glances at Ace. The way his muscles move under his skin, how effortlessly he wields his power—it’s mesmerizing. The memory of last night’s intimacy lingers in every look exchanged between you. You positively adore being cradled in his embrace.

"How did I do?" Ace asks after a while, holding out a piece of cooked scorpion meat for you to try.

You take it from him and take a bite, savoring the smoky almost shrimp like flavor that bursts on your tongue. "Not bad at all," you say with a grin. "Now, do you have any idea where the others are?"

Ace gives you a nod and jerks his chin to the side, indicating a direction. "Spotted the group a little ways away in some ruins. They probably took shelter there."

You get up, stretching out your sore muscles, and begin moving in the direction Ace indicated. The sun soon beats down relentlessly, and you hold your hand over your eyes to shield them from the harsh brightness. You nibble on another piece of the cooked scorpion, its smoky flavor lingering on your tongue.

Noticing your discomfort, Ace steps closer and removes his hat, placing it gently on your head. You glance at him in confusion, but he just raises an eyebrow and continues walking.

"Thanks," you mumble, adjusting the hat so it fits better. His scent clings to the fabric, a reminder of last night. Which only makes heat burn up your neck to your cheeks.

Ace’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turns away. A certain softness in his eyes reveals a blend of worry and fondness that warms your chest. Hopefully it means that you aren't the only one caught up in blooming feelings.

The ruins come into view, ancient stones offering some semblance of shelter from the heat. As you round a chunk of rock, you hear Luffy and Usopp arguing loudly over water rations.

Luffy's nose twitches as he catches the scent of your breakfast. His eyes lock onto the piece of scorpion in your hand, and he rushes toward you with an eager shout.

"Meat!"

Before he can grab it, Ace steps between you two and knocks Luffy back with a firm hand. "That's Sela's breakfast," he says sternly. "Find your own scorpion."

Luffy pouts but doesn't argue further, knowing better than to push Ace when he's serious. The rest of the crew gathers around, visibly relieved to see that you both made it through the sandstorm unscathed.

Vivi and Nami give you expectant looks, their gazes drifting up to Ace's hat on your head. Their curiosity is palpable.

"What happened last night?" Vivi asks with a teasing lilt to her voice.

Nami smirks knowingly. "Yeah, Sela. Seems like you had quite an adventure."

"You mean besides the sandstorm and getting my face sanded?" Their gazes intensify and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "Nothing much," you say evasively, though your tone betrays you. "It was just cold."

"Oh really?" Nami raises an eyebrow. "Because it looks like you're wearing Ace's hat."

Vivi giggles softly beside her. "Did something else happen besides surviving the sandstorm?"

Before you can respond, Luffy interrupts by complaining loudly about needing more food. Ace rolls his eyes and hits Luffy over the head with his fist.

"Hey!" As Luffy and Ace continue their argument over breakfast rations, Vivi and Nami lean closer to you.

"So," Vivi starts, her voice dripping with playful mischief, "what really happened after you two got separated from us?"

Your face burns with heat. "It got cold," you mumble, feeling their gazes bore into you. "Ace... he helped warm me up."

Nami's eyebrow arches. "Warm you up, huh?" She nudges Vivi, who stifles a giggle.

"Yeah," you continue, the memory of Ace's body against yours sending a fresh wave of warmth through you. Then you add, "with his body."

Both women instantly understand the implication. Their eyes widen for a moment before they burst into laughter, their cackling echoing through the ruins.

"Well, well," Nami says between laughs. "Sela finally made a move."

"I wasn't the one making the move!" You protest, cheeks on fire to the point where they hurt.

Vivi wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, still chuckling. "Did it work? Were you... warmed up enough?"

Your mind flashes back to the way Ace's hands had roamed your body, the way his breath had felt against your skin. The way he had filled you completely as he held your body against yours. The way he had kissed you with such passion.

"It worked," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nami gives you a knowing smile. "I bet it did."

Their laughter draws Luffy and Ace's attention. Luffy looks confused as usual, but Ace’s eyes lock onto yours with a spark of something deeper—something that makes your heart race all over again.

"What are you guys laughing about?" Luffy asks, tilting his head.

"Nothing you'd understand," Nami quips, waving him off.

Ace steps closer to you, his presence immediately making you feel flustered yet happy. He glances at Vivi and Nami before focusing on you.

"You okay?" His voice is soft, but there's an edge of protectiveness in it.

You nod quickly, feeling the intensity of his gaze on you. "Yeah, just... dealing with these two."

Ace smirks and reaches out to adjust his hat on your head so he can see your eyes more clearly.

"You look good in it," he says casually before turning back to the group. "I'm almost jealous."

Vivi and Nami exchange another glance before Vivi speaks up again.

"So Sela," she begins innocently enough, but there's a mischievous glint in her eye, "was it just for warmth? Or did it get... hotter?"

Nami chokes on her laughter at that question while you pull the rim of Ace's hat over your burning face. The moment is thankfully interrupted when Luffy snatches a piece of scorpion meat from Usopp's stash and shouts triumphantly.

"Meat!"

Ace groans in exasperation while Usopp chases after Luffy in protest over stolen food supplies. Amidst the chaos Ace's eyes flicker to yours once more.

"Don't look at me, he's your brother," you say with a snicker, holding up your hands.

Ace chuckles, shaking his head. "He’s always been like that. No sense of self-control when it comes to hunger."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Seems like it's a family trait."

He smirks, stepping closer until he’s just inches away from you. His presence feels electric, making the space between you buzz with unspoken tension. "Maybe," he says softly, eyes locking onto yours.

Luffy’s chants of "Meat! Meat! Meat!" fill the air as he runs around, Usopp hot on his heels. The rest of the crew watches with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Ace leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "So, did you sleep well?" His voice carries a teasing lilt that makes your pulse quicken.

You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure. "I slept fine," you manage to say, though your voice wavers slightly.

His grin widens as if he can sense the effect he has on you. At this point he most definitely can. "Just fine?" he echoes, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. The touch is gentle but charged with a promise of more.

Your mind flashes back to the night before yet again—his hands roaming your body, the way he had made you feel completely and utterly alive. A flush creeps up your cheeks, and you look away to hide it.

"You're enjoying this, aren’t you?" you mutter, half-annoyed and half-amused.

"Maybe a little," Ace admits with a chuckle. "But can you blame me? You’re quite the enigma, Sela and you've been entirely unflappable until now."

Before you can respond, Luffy barrels into Ace with a loud yell. "Ace! Look what I got!" He holds up another piece of scorpion meat triumphantly.

Ace steadies himself and gives Luffy an exasperated look. "Did you even leave any for anyone else?"

Luffy just grins widely. "There’s plenty! But I’m hungry now!"

You shake your head, trying to suppress a laugh. "Alright, everyone, we need to get moving. The longer we stay here, the more vulnerable we are and the higher chance we risk of Luffy eating all our supplies."

Vivi nods in agreement, her blue hair catching the sunlight. "Sela's right. We need to get to Yuba as fast as possible."

The group starts gathering their belongings, and you catch Ace's eye. He falls into step beside you as the crew begins their trek across the desert ruins. His presence now feels like a magnet, pulling you closer with each stride. It feels pointless continuing to avoid him.

The sand shifts beneath your feet as you walk, each step requiring more effort than the last. Oh you hate sand so much. The sun blazes overhead, its rays relentless and unyielding. You adjust Ace's hat on your head for better shade, feeling the heat radiate from the ground.

"How are you holding up?" Ace asks, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," you reply, though your voice lacks conviction. "Just... not used to this terrain. Heat? Yes. Sand? Not so much."

Ace's smirk spreads wide across his face. "Good to know you can handle heat, Fire Flower."

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the nickname. You raise your fist and punch him lightly on the arm. "Don't get too cocky, Ace."

His laughter rings out, a warm, rich sound that momentarily distracts you from the relentless sun. The muscles in his arm flex under your touch, solid and reassuring.

"Alright, alright," he says, still chuckling. "Let's keep moving. Yuba isn't going to come to us."

Date Published: 9/12/24

Last Edit: 9/12/24

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