◇○The red○◇
Imagine on a rare occasion that Ace fully takes you, and both of you are completely lost in divine pleasure. Under normal circumstances, convincing Ace to bed, you was…difficult to say the least. It was not often that the mood struck him enough to act on his wandering thoughts, and if he did, it was more so your reactions that he looked forward to, not exactly his own pleasure.
As his partner, you knew this fact very well and respected his boundaries towards the matter, following his lead despite your own yearnings. And of course he knew you wanted him, with how your eyes would roam his body when you didn’t think he was looking, how you’d shift with your thighs pressed together when he spoke sweetly to you, or even how you’d fuck yourself silly when he wasn’t around, his name like a mantra falling from your lips. Ah yes, he knew, you wanted him. Besides, he could smell you, though you didn’t need to know that. He was a higher being after all. He was something other worldly, a beast unknown to even you. Ah those nights where he could even hear you from heaven..
Despite his lack of libido or moreso disinterest, he understood you had needs, and like any decent partner, he tried his best to make sure those needs were met. Sometimes this involved his own pleasure as well, however, more often it did not, with his focus purely on satisfying your cravings so he would too feel that satisfaction in your happiness while he went off for weeks at a time. So when you approach Ace one day he was home, shamelessly begging him to bed you while making sure to gussy yourself up go head over heels to be just perfect, something about the situation compels him to indulge you in ways he normally wouldn't. In ways that even caused a single nerve to rise in him from the very thought.
He guides you to your shared bed and makes quick work of your clothes, lips crashing into each other in a heated embrace all the while his gloved fingers quickly find themselves between your legs, impatiently working you open for him to take you. It’s almost as if he can’t get enough of you right now, drinking in your needy sounds as he fingers you deeply. Your body arches up to press against his, and he adds another finger, marveling at how impossibly wet you are for him right now. So much so that his gloves would be ruined by the end of your exchange.
You can't put a finger on it, but something has him particularly worked up and you can feel it in the rough way his fingers piston inside of you, curling just right to pull out your sweetest sounds. His lips don’t leave yours the entire time, even as he pulls his dripping fingers from you and immediately guides himself to your entrance. He fumbles to sheath himself inside of you when the tip of his cock catches the rim of your hole and a low moan leaves him when he finally sinks inside. How many months had it been? How many days? How many long nights had you writhed? How many nights had you begged for him before this moment? He'd lost track.
The feeling is almost akin to primal as he takes you, hips knocking into yours fast and hard, exactly the way you asked for and how you both knew you needed him. Tears continuously fall down your face as you beg for more in incoherent babbles and heedy choked sobs.
Something about the situation lights his body up in an unexpectedly rare way, one that only certain circumstances tend to bring about. His sense of self-control grows muddy as he continues to lose himself in your unbearably wet heat. He knew you needed him, could feel you leaking along his cock as your cunt milked him for all he was worth. And in a strangely familiar way, he felt as if he needed you, needed this. Your cries, your touch, your scent, everything about this moment of you intimacy had him feeling high, almost feral, and he only continued his brutal pace. Yes, even harder as your nails dug and tore the skin of his back, such a fragile necessity..
When he finally detaches from you, you both catch the trail of saliva that connects you and the heated gaze from the other. Your eyes glaze over as you’re pushed past overstimulation and reach up to set a hand on his arm, gripping your hips for dear life. His eyes follow your hand and hone in on the dark colored fluids smeared along his lower body. Ace’s hips slow to a still as he processes what’s happening.
“O-oh..oh my gosh…I think I…I think I just started my period.” You mumble out, halfway sitting up to look between your legs with wide eyes. “I’m so - oh my gosh…” Aces eyes trail down between your legs to find a darker liquid coming from you instead of the normal color of your arousal. For a moment, he can only hear the rapid sound of his heart beating in his ears. He’d been so distracted by his sudden excitement that he didn’t bother to consider why he was riled up more than usual. It wasn't a newly sudden interest in sex that caused this. He could smell you. And he practically salivated at a new revelation, eyes burning with a bright glow in the dim lights.
He hadn’t been paying close enough attention to see that you had been spotting when he stripped you down, nor when he felt like he couldn’t get enough of you. He could smell you bleeding the whole time, and in that moment, he felt like he was harder than he’d ever been.
“Fuck.” The growl that comes from his lips makes you gasp in misplaced fear of him being cross with you. As you begin to apologize yet again, he yanks himself from you and immediately drags your bottom half to his mouth. A yelp comes from you initially as you’re practically folded in half, then a high pitch moan as Ace messily begins eating you out. His head is filled with nothing but the need to have you as his eyes fall closed and his tongue searches further inside of you. Your hand comes to bury itself in his hair as he frantically laps along your core, giving you no time to catch your breath. It's harsh, his gloves smearing the red across your thighs as he plants you in place.
“Ace! Ace, please! I can’t, I can’t…! No, no, no, no!” You cry out as an orgasm crashes through you, roughly tugging on his locks in an attempt to pull him away. A threatening growl vibrates against your cunt and you hear the distant sound of ripping as Ace’s fingers seem to sink deeper into the skin of your hips. You’re unable to do anything but lay there as he brings you close to the edge again, cries completely ignored as he focuses only on tasting more of you.
When he finally gets his fill and pulls away with a groan, he lowers your body back on the bed and comes up to nuzzle your neck. You weakly call out his name and cling to him as the weight of his body comes to rest upon yours. As your body starts to relax, you let out a sudden gasp as you feel Ace’s hardened member dragging along your thigh.
“Oh darling, you’ll indulge me won’t you?” His breath comes out in pants as his fingers dig into the already bruised areas of your hips. His lips hover just above your ear as his wings begin to grow from on top of his head, a lasting rip of his suit as his other emerged from his back as well. “Just one more little one.. take it all."
