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Thinking about Ace fucking you to bits. He’s balls deep inside of you, a groaning and whimpering mess. Drool running down his lips as he thrusts in and out at a fast and rough pace. And when he twitches inside of you he only groans and let’s out a “Fuck- Im bout to cum-“ and then just passes the fuck out on top of you💀

You thought the male was dead. Died of a heart attack, he didn’t even cum. He just went completely limp. You started smacking him across the face, clawing at his backside, anything to get a response out of him. Trying to resuscitate him and bring him back to life but this man is dead.

After a few minutes of struggling, out of nowhere this man jumps back to life with the loudest moan you’ll ever hear, and without warning he cums HARD inside of you. You feel his warm, sticky, seed flood your insides. Ace is shaking, he’s in ecstasy. It’s like he died and came back to life just to cum inside of you. after he emptied his balls inside of you he pulls out slowly with a pant.

“Damn Y/N, your coochie took me to heaven and back.”

He calls your pussy the reviver

ace and reader are taking pictures in a photo booth

half of the photos are ace and reader poses And the othet half is ace being cheeky and kissing your neck

Then ace buys more time to make out with you till Marco tells you guys to get out

omg this is so sweet! you guys would have tons of fun in a photo booth!

you and ace would take a lot of funny pictures. ace is a goofball so of course he'd try to do some funny faces or poses. other times he'll give you a surprise kiss. like say he's next to you holding up a peace sign and right before a picture is taken he kisses you on the lips. he gets to see your surprised face on the photo which is a treat.

other times ace is really suggestive. kissing you on the neck, staring at the camera or winking. he'll distract you too, giving you many neck kisses, making you putty in his hands.

'ace...we should be taking pictures...,'

'we are baby, don't worry. you just be your pretty self.'

ace has a couple favorite pictures. one is where he has his cheek pressed against yours, smiles on both your faces. another one is where he's kissing your cheek. while you wear his orange hat. it's simple, but sweet. another one would be ace sitting down and facing the camera, you on his lap but faced away from the camera. your arms are thrown over his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist. his arms are around your waist and his chin is resting on your shoulder. it's more of a possessive photo, the way he's holding you, keeping you pressed tightly against him.

when you and ace are taking a long time in the photo booth, Marco just sighs and gets up, knowing exactly what he'll find. he pulls back the curtains to find you and ace making out. ace breaks away, shooting a glare at the pineapple head.

'marco, can't you see we're busy!?'

'go be busy in your cabin yoi.'

In the cabin, ace strings up the photos on his wall so he can always look back at them. he keeps one in his pocket every time he goes out. it's a picture of you laughing. he's out of frame so it only captures you. your happiness, your beauty, everything. he can stare at it all day, his heart filling with warmth.

Ooo turning away from the ace angst (bc my heart cannot take it), heres some brain rotting domestic fluff scenarios with our freckled baby. i just cant get enough of him.

-hed totally distract you if your cooking/cleaning. hed encircle his arms around you, making you jump from his sudden presence and you can faintly hear him chuckling as his lips trail down the side of your neck and onto your collarbone.

'sorry baby, did i scare you?' low and muffled by the barrier of your skin.

you jab him playfully in the side as his bare chest pressed against you makes it hard to focus on mixing the ingredients.

'yes you asshole, now let me finish this!' you say in between laughs.

he rests his chin on your shoulder, clearly needy of your attention and just having you with him was somehting he craved all the time. hes been smitted by you since the day he first laid eyes upon you.

'smells good.' he comments as you lift the steaming spoon from the pot and he brings his lips closer to have a taste of your creation. humming with content, he kisses your cheeks, letting his lips linger for a moment before softly gazing in your eyes, 'it tastes great my love!'

-when you guys are cleaning, he likes to be playful since sometimes i can imagine him getting bored easily... so what better way to spend it than to chase you around the house and play tag?

-he LOVES hearing your laughs and squeals as he runs after you with a feather duster in his hand. when he eventually does catch up to you, he picks you up by your waist and spins you around like 2 teenagers falling in love for the first time again. its alive, its memorable, its love.

-you guys pretty much crash after a productive day and in the evenings, movie nights are a must! or even any mundane activity can be fun as long as you have each other.

-he has you gathered in his arms as your planted in his lap and while the movie had you invested for like... 10 minutes, Ace was becoming a lot more interesting instead (may or may not have lead to a makeout sesh LMAO)

-After some time, you guys do actually plan to watch the movie and you reach for the bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table. You grab a handful and bring some up to Ace's mouth.

-Little shit can be cheeky sometimes and he takes your hand and full on eats the popcorn on it as if it's apart of a 3 course meal, skimming his lips and tongue over your fingers, savoring the taste.

-You immediately blush at his teasing reaction and he merely smirks at you with mirth rooted in his eyes.

'what? i can't have a taste?'

-As you recover from your mental shortcircuit, he nuzzles his face on top of your head and continues to watch the movie as if nothing happened.

-When the credits began to roll after an hour, you found yourself asleep in the arms of what you recognized as home – the warm and gentle atmosphere that ace continued to provide for you.

omfg anon this is so fucking cute thank you for blessing me with all this fluff!!

when ace is needy for you, he follows you around like a puppy. he just wants to be close to you, that's all. you make him happy. he's also a touchy person and touch starved, so he craves your affection. he most definitely gives you a back hug while you cook. two things he likes combined in one: food and you. he gets to smell your delicious cooking and taste it while he nuzzles your neck and gives you small kisses. it's distracting admittedly, but you don't have the heart to shoo him away.

ace is more than happy to be your taste test dummy. he'll sit on the counter. chin propped up with one hand as he watches you with a loving expression as you bustle around the kitchen. he always praises your cooking.

'but do you think something could be improved?'

'your stuff is always the best (y/n).'

oh and if you and ace bake together, it's playful nonsense. he'll get batter on your nose and you put frosting on his nose, it gets all messy but it's fun! oh and ace totally tries to lick the spoon or taste the batter but you push him away.

'not now ace!'

'not even a little?' he pouts, his puppy dog eyes are lethal/

oh more than one occasion when ace is super needy, he'll just pick you up and place you on the counter, settling himself between your legs. before you can protest, he kisses you and you can't help but melt against him. but then smoke fills the air and you break away.

'ace the food is burning!'

'shit!'

and so you guys order takeout lol.

you guys would totally play tag or play wrestle or tickle! or even pillow fights in bed! everything is so playful and fun with ace. gosh the way you described ace holding you and twirling you around: 'its alive, its memorable, its love.' is making me so soft. sidetone, ace loves it if you run and jump into his arms. he'll have his arms wide open to catch you.

if you ever feed anything to ace by hand, there's a 100% chance of him licking your fingers. it's just a fact. he loves seeing your flustered expression. 'I have to make sure your fingers are clean.' he says with a sly mile.

and at the end, when you cuddle with ace, is so sweet. ace probably falls asleep before you. he doesn't mean to, he does want to watch the movie, but he's so comfortable with you in his arms that he dozes off. and then later you fall asleep, safe and warm in his arms. ace is your home.

im so soft rn ahhh domestic fluff with ace is all I need

PORTGAS D. ACE DRABBLES !

You would be the greatest liar to date if you said kissing him was a mistake.

Ace stands, picturesque still as he grins at you, freckled cheeks dusted the slightest shade of pink under the setting sun. You weren't one to appreciate the idea of home, if you did then being a pirate would have been the most painful thing in the world for you. Yet, just like the miracle he is, Ace made you homesick.

Maybe it was that sense or irrationality that prompted you to launch yourself into his arms, with him catching you expertly, an arm around your waist. You can't see his face, not yet, but you can feel his grin from where his head buries into the crook of your neck and he says nothing but you can hear the words "I'm home".

You lift your head, hand tracing the freckles of his cheek before you make the careless, purposeful move of pressing your lips to his. There were no fireworks in the air, no butterflies in your stomach, just the muted silence and the warm feeling he gave you resting in the pits of your stomach. Adrenaline doesn't let you worry, doesn't let you contemplate on the significance of your actions. Yet, neither does Ace as you start to feel him move against you, hands resting on your hips. He pulls you impossibly close, as if he's trying to make you and him into one and not a word needs to be exchanged to let you know what the both of you were mutually thinking.

Finally.

"You're beautiful," The words slip from you, as easy as breathing, as you let your hands run through Ace's dark hair. His brown eyes flick towards you, looking at you strangely. Yet, there is embarrassment, in the way his ears ting pink as he registers your words.

"Missed me that much?" He coos at you, a subtle change of subject as he gazes down at you as if you've hung up the stars itself. You could be addicted to the way he loves you.

"My beautiful boy," and your hands now cup his face, your thumb swiping over the freckles on his cheeks. You can see him swallow air, lips trembling before it dissolves into a grin. He is the sun. He is your sun. He takes over your sky and he shines it with light you can never look away from. You're in love with the sun.

He doesn't say anything afterwards, he leans down and lets his lips graze yours. It's not a kiss, it's something even more personal, somehow. You let your two breaths mingle into one as you hope, one day, your two souls can be one as well.

Ace lays on his side, beside you, with one elbow propped up as he drifts between the world of sleep and living. The light howling of the wind is the only thing to interrupt the peaceful silence between you, your eyes trained to the pages of your book. A flickering lantern was the only source of light, briefly illuminating the dark room so you can see, said fire generously provided by Ace.

He hasn't spoken since your request to read in peace, honoring your whim despite the fact you can practically feel him itching to converse. You don't exactly blame him. One-on-one time on the ship is rare and with you and Ace becoming much closer these days, you're sure the pirate has been eagerly waiting for a window of an opportunity to hang out with you. Yet, the moon has fixed its own anchor in the sky, and you aren't sure why Ace is even up when he usually would be out like light.

"Read to me," You jump slightly at the low rumble of Ace's voice, almost having forgotten his presence entirely while you were so absorbed in the contents of your book. You blink at him, slowly processing his words.

"You want me to read to you?" You parrot back. He rolls his eyes.

"Glad to see those ears aren't for decoration, then," And he pinches the shell of your ear for emphasis, inciting an annoyed yelp from you. Your closeness with each other allowed for these moments of snarky exchanges, with you having only seen this side of him when he's with his younger brother.

"Fine!" You swat away his hand, burying your head into the parchment of the book as you poorly attempt to hide the small smile breaking upon your lips. You felt like a child, getting so worked up from the smallest attention from your crush. He waits for you patiently, still posed lazily but you didn't need to doubt the fact you had his attention. So, you read, your voice ringing in the empty room as you made the attempt to sound a little more engaging to impress the man lying beside you. You haven't read in a while, most hobbies that didn't benefit the crew being put in the back burner. You felt it to be embarrassing if you stumbled with your words, even though you knew Ace would be the last person on Earth to ever judge you for it.

"I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you." It's a break of silence, your breath stuck in your throat as you mull over the words. Whether Ace catches on to the hitch in your voice, you don't know. He instead lowly whistles.

"These writers sure talk about deep stuff," He comments lamely and you're a little hurt by the slight disinterest you cached in his tone.

"I think it's romantic," you say quietly, and he doesn't respond. "These are words that were wretched out from the depth of someone's heart."

A pause.

"Sounds like you have a really good understanding of what he's talking about, huh?" Ace speaks, a little gentler and you almost don't catch onto the slight sheepishness in his demeanor. You tear your eyes away from the book, finally looking into the ember irises of the lounging man.

"Better than you can," you merely give him a wry smile, gently shutting the hardcover of the novel. The weight on the bed disappears and Ace wonders why it's suddenly much colder in the bunk room. That night, he tosses and turns and contemplates the memory of the empty smile on your lips. Truly, what would he know of longing?

Men who want to kneel at ur feet and put their head in ur lap while u pet them absent-mindedly

cozy nights in with ace include having him laying on the bed shirtless, basking in the warmth and affection you ever so carefully pour over him.

mapping out the many constellations of freckles that take up his back, your finger trailing from point to point as your universe opens up before you, sending shivers up his spine. silent whispers of i love you gently carved into his skin by the motion of your tender movements.

a different level of intimacy that has him melting further into the mattress. being treated with so much love has his heart stuttering in his chest. a level of care he’s never quite gotten used to but gratefully welcomes nonetheless.

a small smile takes up his face as he’s practically purring under you, letting out soft little hums of approval with each new stroke of your finger that spells out a new declaration of love.

his heart swells with pure adoration for you and he’s itching to return the favor, to hold you impossibly close and whisper every lovely thought he’s ever had about you — which may take awhile. but hey, he’s got all the time in the world and he wants to spend every second of it with you.

STRAWBERRY FRECKLES — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. portgas d. ace

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : feeding ace strawberries during some down time <3

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : fluff ! a little suggestive at one point — WC : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : i haven’t really written anything in almost a month but i enjoyed writing this so, so much !! i hope you enjoy ^_^ divider by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

ace had an aura like no other. the light, the warmth that he exuded was easy to fall into. a pool of molten lava that you think should burn you alive but ends up delicately caressing your skin, leaving gentle kisses in its wake.

a man the world sees as someone to be afraid of, someone that should be captured and answered for his crimes beams up at you with a smile that seeps through your skin, filling you with a warm glow that you couldn’t get anywhere else, shooing away any coolness left in your body.

times like these with ace were like no other. the two of you lived busy — extraordinary lives, ones that kept you at just out of arms reach from one another far too often. but the times you could steal a moment alone together was the very thing you both treasured most in this great big world.

the moby was busy, per usual, but today you had the luxury to hang back and relax. you and ace returning from a mission that left you both exhausted yet happy to be safely back in each other's arms.

earlier, you had the bright idea to sweeten the day a little, a reward for your heroics. sneaking into the kitchen, narrowly avoiding thatch and grabbing a small bowl full of the ripest strawberries you’d ever see.

a fruit that always brought your mind back to ace, the seeds resembling each little freckle on his face. the pinkish red color matching his skin whenever you caught him staring at you for a moment too long or anything that left him a little bashful.

nestled in a more private spot on the main deck, ace lays his head in your lap, looking up at you like he’s found the secret that ties this world together — or at least the one that ties his. you were his saving grace, his anchor, the one he was able to call home.

no matter how stormy his seas got, he always knew he’d have a safe place to rest his head — literally. in his favorite spot, he soaks up all of the love you have to give him like little rays of sun directly washing over him.

and the fact that you were feeding him definitely helped make him feel it all the more. gently reaching down with a strawberry for him to eat out of the palm of your hand, spoiling him as richly as he deserves.

“careful!” you warn him again, with absolutely no bite in your voice as his teeth stray dangerously close to the tips of your fingers. he would’ve taken you more seriously if you weren’t fighting for your life trying to choke back a giggle.

“‘m always careful!” he smiles, encircling your wrist with his hand, the muted heat from his palm warming you up from the inside out. he finishes chewing, bringing your fingers to his lips and placing a delicate, albeit sticky kiss on each one. “thank you for taking care of me.”

“of course.” you smile as he lets go of your hand. your softly caress his freckled cheek, freshly kissed fingertips running over each one as you map out the endless constellations, prettier than the night sky could ever show you. “it’s my most favorite thing in the world.”

his brown eyes glaze over, something inside of him dragging him back into the depths of his mind. the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out how lucky he was to be loved by someone like you, before morphing into something darker, if he even deserved your love.

something you find yourself easily reassuring him, as simple as breathing. loving ace was the thing you were put on this world to do and you’d do it again and again every day, for the rest of your life.

“what would i do without ya?” ace’s smile pops back up on his face before he opens it up, eagerly waiting for another berry.

“the real question is what would i do without you?” you boop his nose and he playfully scowls, closing his mouth when he realizes another berry isn’t coming yet. he had already eaten more than half of the ones you stole.

“you’ll never have to know.” he sits up, facing you now so your knees are touching, plucking a strawberry from its dish. “your turn.”

ace places the end of the berry in his mouth before leaning forward, waiting for you to take the other end. he watches as your lips wrap around the vibrant fruit before biting down, the juice gushing between your joined lips, coating you both in its sweet nectar.

you can’t help but suppress a giggle as you lean back, chewing your half of the strawberry. you watch as he eats his share, practically inhaling it.

ace makes a show of swallowing it down, an audible yet satisfied gulp that shows that berry was the best one yet.

strawberry coated lips meet yours as he presses them against you. moving and gliding in sync as you’ve done a thousand times before. warm palms run up your thighs before finding purchase in your lower back — effectively pulling you into his lap.

gone were the sweet moments with the strawberries, something else taking its place as ace’s tongue slips into your mouth and drowns out any rational thought you had left.

whisked away by his passion for you, getting lost in the love ace so easily basks you in, you didn’t hear the angry footsteps stomping your way.

“there you two are!” thatch’s voice rings out, breaking you two apart. you both jolt back, the evidence of strawberries coating your mouths. “i knew it was you guys who took those berries.”

“uh oh, look at the time! we better go!” ace yells, fiercely grabbing your hand. you all but trip as he pulls you up before dashing away with you in tow. thatch was still scolding you from where he stayed put, a playful smile on his face as he watched the two of you make your great escape.

but you couldn’t hear him — the only noise that filled your head was ace’s sweet laugh dancing in the air, swirling with the love you held for each other.

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

should i save her? i wnna be saaaaved

🎬✧ portgas d ace x fem!reader

was it a coincidence? or were you soulmates? interesting how the two of you always manage to end up together… fireman!ace saves your panties from a house fire. unfortunately there’s no smut in this, crazy i know. mostly fluff and ace being a cutieeeee. i love him lots & don’t think he would fuck you for the first time being intoxicated… that being said, fic contains// drinking, a lil smooch, cuddles, ace being a lil tease, all that…

☁️ 𐙚 . ˙ 𖧧 ₊ ˚ 🐇

“shit shit shit!” you panicked, trying to put out the burning fire with a measly cup water you had on hand, unfortunately, that only seemed to cause it to burn brighter. the water evaporated almost immediately, and with every passing second, it got worse. the clothes that were messily piled up on your dresser were now fully inflamed, and the wood took on enough heat to finally catch fire.

“oh my fucking god? where’s my goddamn phone!” there was no reason to try and put out the fire yourself, you’d only end up getting hurt. ‘cursed candle’ you scoffed while scurrying around your smokey room looking for your phone. even if it was your favorite scent, you knew you should have thrown out that stupid candle your ex got for you.

after flipping through the blankets on your bed, you found it, immediately you dialed the fire department. “hello? hello! yes! please there’s a fire at my house my address is. . .” you’d hope they’d make it there soon, the smoke stared to suffocate you to the point where you didn’t know if you could make it out, chemicals filled your lungs and it was getting harder to breathe. . .

. . .

you felt strong arms carrying you, woodsy musk and smoke filled your senses. the man placed you down in the back of the fire truck with plenty of water before rushing back into your fire-filled house to see if there were any more casualties to look out for. luckily enough, you lived alone.

shortly after, he came back to you. he tore off his headset and revealed his soft, freckled face. you were taken aback, he might as well be your knight in shining armor for saving you, he had stains of soot covering his cheeks but still looked so pretty. . .

“i couldn’t save them all but. . . i managed to get a few.”

he held up a couple pairs of your cute lacy panties, blood rushed to your face once you noticed what they were. you were quick to snatch them away—your face fell hot with embarrassment. it really didn’t help that the man was attractive, you couldn’t even look at him. “oh! it’s fine, thank you…” the tension was thick and awkward, the man starred at you trying to comfort you on your losses.

“we managed to put out the fire, miss. your room is pretty much fine, but the dresser didn’t quite make it. . . i saved what i could.” he sighed—holding up some more of your lounge wear. he seemed sad he couldn’t save everything but you were grateful nonetheless that he did everything he could.

“do you have somewhere you can stay while we get everything cleaned up?” he peered at you, cute freckled face and dark eyes held your gaze.

“uhmm yea, i do. thank you.”

“the pleasures all mine, get some rest and please, no more candles.” he let out a hefty laugh before giving you back your delicates. yea, definitely no more candles.

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it’s a couple days later and you’re back in the comforts of your now, fire-free home. living alone was super easy, you got to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. if you didn’t wanna do something, that’s perfectly fine. movies and snacks all day, and that’s usually how it always went but today you had something planned.

about a week ago you had made an appointment to get your ears pierced, you favorite tattoo shop was having a flash sale on all lobe piercings so you thought it would be best to schedule ahead.

the studio was surprisingly quiet for a weekend, a few teens who were there for the flash sale and one other person, but he was faced down and getting a tattoo stenciled on across his very sculpted back.

“oh hey! i know you.” his head perked up once he heard the chime of the studio door, he watched as you stepped inside.

‘please god, tell me it isn’t him. fuck, it’s totally him.’ he smiled warmly at you, kind eyes curling up and he showed all his teeth—how could you not forget such a cute face.

“no you don’t.” you were quick to answer, but he retaliated.

“um yeah… yes i do! i saved you from that fire! don’t you remember? all your panties? sorry i couldn’t save ‘em all.” his lips quirked up slightly as he still felt bad, but his non-filtered reenactment of the events earned some confused reactions from the staff and other customers that happened to be in earshot.

“did you have to bring that up again? i told you not to worry about it, ‘m just happy i have my house back.”

“can’t i make it up to you? and i never got your name. . . ‘panties’~” he snicked at his nickname for you, seeing you get flustered made it all worth while for him. he enjoyed seeing your petrified face as he egged you on.

“shut up, and shouldn’t you be staying still? lay your ass back down.” you gestured to the table he was perked up on, the artist seemed annoyed at his movements.

“ahh, you’re right sweetheart. but, your name? then i’ll promise to let you be. . . ‘panti—’”

“y/n! it’s y/n. happy?”

“very.” he smirked your way and laid back in position effortlessly once he got his answer. the artist sighed and got back to work.

you rolled your eyes trying to suppress the smile that was creeping on your lips, he was crazy. with being a fireman you thought it was unprofessional to bring up such topics in public, but you had to admit—you kinda liked it.

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you thought you might have missed it, his long raven locks swaying as he made his way towards you, even in your drunken state, you knew it had to be him. why does he keep showing up at the most random places? this time though, he was fully determined to make his way to you and just talk. the distance was small but he stumbled all the way over. soon, you were greeted with the pretty fireman.

“wow you’re really drunk right now, aren’t you?” you couldn’t stop the giggles as you held the edge of his shoulder to keep him upright and standing, he swayed lightly with the music in the background as he sang incorrect lyrics softly to you.

you couldn’t help but smile, he was silly like this, maybe it was the drinks in your own system catching up with you but he looked really good right now.

“no mmm not. . . you’re jus really blurry-”

he let out a few of his own laughs, touching and talking with you for sometime, he really liked you.

“y/n.” he held you tight, catching himself on you before he could fall.

you were surprised he remembered your name, i’d been about a week since your last encounter at the tattoo shop. that day, he had introduced himself as ace. portgas ace in fact, lead role in the fire department in his city. he made sure to make that a know fact in hopes to impress you.

“can you take me home? think i’m too ddrunk.”

you blatantly agreed, he looked a mess. and besides, you did owe him, technically. your arm snaked around his making your elbows meet, but he shook you off. he mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out. but instead, his big hands stumbled to find your own, interlocking your fingers and he squeezed them tightly as to say he’s ready to follow you.

his simple actions had an effect on you, holding hands always seemed to be more intimate rather than something simple, like a kiss. his warmth made your tummy do flips, and his big muscles—his strong hands and arms were so close, you felt so small next to him.

you tried to take your hands from his but he whined. he missed your touch.

“wait, let me call order an uber. i’ll be fast i promise.” you found the closest car to come pick the both of you up, you just needed his address. you tried to hand him your phone, “can you type in your address? here take this.”

he groaned again. “mmmuhggg y/nnn—can’t we just go back to yours?? can’t type.” as the words slurred from his lips, they curled into a smirk. little shit, you knew he was playing it up a bit. fuck it—it’s late and it’s cold, you were ready to leave. now, you just have a friend coming with you.

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as you stepped into the coldness of night, you and ace stumbled through the streets to meet with the driver—his natural warmth kept you from shivering as he held you so close. little touches and sweet laughs were shared as you climbed into the backseat, ace stumbled along behind you, tripping on the doorstep as he made his way to sit next to you. the driver glanced back, seeing giddy intoxicated couples wasn’t out of the norm for him, the driver found the two of you endearing.

the car soon became a temporary haven for you, ace’s laugher sounded heavenly as it meshed with the purring of the car engine.

his rough hands found themselves attached to your hips, slowing rubbing up and down. with every passing second, you couldn’t help but grow attached to him. you’ve never met some like him. he was just so different from any other guy you’ve met, from his endless teasing to his charisma—how you always managed to end up together was a mystery.

he snuggled up next to you getting real close—he muttered in your ear, “wanted to tell you you looked pretty tonight,, mm watched you for awhile but was a little nervous.”

a blush crept onto your cheeks hearing his sweet nothings, ‘he was nervous?’

you felt his warmth radiating as he leaned in closer to you. his breath tainted with the smell of alcohol as his lips were millimeters from yours, but the car suddenly came to a stop. the driver interrupted just as they were about to touch. your stomach sank, you were ready to know what they felt like.

the driver turned around, oblivious to the romantic tension, and broke the silence, “here’s your stop folks, thank you and have a safe night.”

you both exchanged a look, a mixture of frustration and amusement, before gathering your things and stumbling out of the car. he soon drove off, leaving you standing on the sidewalk with a shared understanding. you hurried to get your keys and unlock the door.

as the door creaked open, you ushered him inside, the atmosphere filled with unspoken anticipation. once the door closed behind you, the playful glint in his eyes returned, and with a teasing smile, he quipped, “ahhh alone at last~ now, where were we?”

how cliche.. but that seemed to be very on brand for him—cute.

without waiting for an answer, he closed the gap and pulled you into his firm chest. this time, there were no interruptions—just the warmth of a long-awaited first kiss from your knight in shining armor.

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he’d be such a cute bf stawp