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The cravat between her teeth was soaked with saliva, damp and making it hard to swallow or even move her tongue. Sweat dripped down every crevice of her body, pooling in the dip of her collarbone and sticky between the valley of her breasts. The handcuffs were tight around her wrists, digging into the skin, and while she could break it easily with her haki, she wasn’t too worried about it at the moment.
No, what Sabo was focused on was the woman on top of her.
Whimpers and hitched gasps fell from her lips in a neverending cacophony, tears shining in the corners of her eyes, slick oozing between her legs and Sabo could taste the residue of it in the back of her mouth. Ace’s cunt was puffy and red, stretched to the absolute limit around her cock. Sabo bucked her hips upward, smirk hidden under the wet cravat.
“You asshole!” Ace hiccuped, thighs trembling around Sabo’s waist, “Why are you so fucking big?!”
Sabo shrugged and Ace scowled, but the harshness was dampened by the tear that trailed down the left side of her face. It made the fire that burned inside her gut burn even brighter. Her fangs buried deeper into the cravat as Sabo fought the urge to snap the handcuffs in half, flip them over, and have her way with Ace, to sink her fangs deep into the other’s mating gland and mark every inch of tanned skin that was available to her.
Except she couldn’t.
What’s between them could be described as a solely sexual thing; friends with benefits, Koala had told her when she ranted about the previous times it happened. Then shrieked in disgust and punched her when she started to go into detail about how it felt to have Ace under her, how it felt to be deep inside her and feel how her cunt fluttered around her every time she came to orgasm. The way sobs of her name and pleas sounded like melodies to Sabo’s ears.
And whenever Ace was off with her crew or Sabo was on a mission, she would wrap a hand around her aching dick and use the memories to bring her to completion. But, of course, her hand was no match for the feeling of Ace’s slick, velvet heat around her.
She choked on a moan at the feeling of Ace clenching down on her.
“You fucker,” she hissed, hand tight around Sabo’s throat and she moaned, eyes fluttering, “I’m on your fucking dick and you’re thinking of someone else?!” Sabo’s eyes widened and she rapidly shook her head. As if she would ever imagine anyone else like this. Clearly, though, it was obvious Ace didn’t believe her with the way her eyes narrowed and her grip grew tighter. “We’ll see if you can still think of others when I fuck your brains out.”
Her sweat-slick hand left Sabo’s waist, dropping on the pillow, right beside her head. Ace’s breasts swung heavily in front of her and Sabo clenched her fists. Fuck, did she want destroy these damned handcuffs and grab them. Hell, even wrap her mouth around them, sucking and lightly biting down until she was an incomprehensible mess of sobs and moans.
“Of course you’re getting harder with my tits in your face,” Ace grumbled, loosening her grip around her neck, and raising her hips up until the tip was on the verge of slipping out before slamming back down, punching a shriek out of her throat and a choked warble out of Sabo’s. “Fuck— fuck! Sabo!” Ace’s gasp of her name made Sabo’s sanity grow even thinner.
Ace continued with the rough rhythm, babbling out curses and Sabo’s name. Her mind grew hazy with every slam, every flutter, every sob and whimper, every drop of sweat that trailed down Ace’s torso. She went cross-eyed as she watched a trail travel down from the space between Ace’s breasts before falling down onto her own. Sabo couldn’t help the way her hips twitched upwards at the sight, punching out another watery hiccup from deep inside Ace’s chest.
“W-wait,” she sobbed, sniffling, “I’m supposed to fuck your brains out! Not the other way around!”
She grinned at how indignant she sounded, like Sabo cheated in a game and gathered all of the winnings for herself.
Which was probably true, because while Sabo may be a Revolutionary, she still had the greed, the selfishness of a pirate. The view in front of her was a prize she never wanted to share, a sight that was meant only for her and she’d be damned if she let anyone bask in the gorgeous vision before her.
Especially not that damned cook on Luffy’s crew.
Sabo had only met him once, back when she and Ace had visited their younger brother when he and his crew entered the New World. They were all good, respectable people, and while the beta had been polite and cordial towards her — even if an alarming amount — the way he acted around Ace made her clench her fists.
The way his gaze slipped down to her busty chest when she leaned over beside him, before snapping his head away with a single trail of blood trailing down his nose. The way he had beaten Sabo to the punch to catch Ace when she slipped from the top of the crow’s nest, cradling her to his chest in a bridal hold. Sabo recalls distantly hearing Usopp, the sniper, mention her having a scary look on her face, but more vividly, she recalls the burning hate in her heart watching Ace smile at him and offer a sweet thanks.
Her eye twitched at the memory.
She remembers how desperately she wanted to mark Ace at that moment, to drag her into a closet and fuck her until she was screaming her name and that fucking cook knew just exactly Ace belonged to.
The only reason she didn’t was because she was just a friend with benefits.
“Hey! What did I say!?”
Sabo’s gaze flickered to Ace’s furious face; her eyebrows were scrunched together in anger, lips curled in a snarl, eyes blazing even as a tear was rolling down her face before dropping on Sabo’s cheek.
She raised an eyebrow. Ace’s scowl deepened and her grip on her neck tightened remarkably, almost as if she was trying to cut off her airflow before loosening it again.
“I said, don’t think of anyone else when you’re with me.” She spat out the last part with vitriol, rage burning in her silver irises. A harsh grind of her hips had Sabo throwing her head back with a groan, muffled by the cravat. She growled in annoyance over the make-shift gag, banging her arms against the handcuffs in a futile attempt to get them out, and glaring at Ace when she tossed her a mean smirk. “Ha! I’m in control this time so you better suck it up.”
Sabo rolled her eyes, but stopped struggling. She just raised her hand and pointed at the cravat, a silent plea to have Ace remove it. “Hm, I dunno,” she cooed, lifting herself up a bit and tightening her thighs against her waist, trailing her, now unoccupied, hand down Sabo’s cheek, “I kind of like you like this. Less mouthy.” Sabo glared at her again. “More pliant.”
She’ll fucking show her pliant, Sabo bitterly thought before channeling Haki into her hands and completely shattering the handcuffs, then yanking the cravat out of her mouth.
Ace’s eyes widened, but before she could make a move, Sabo flipped them over, pressing her into the mattress. She yelped, the noise falling into a shrill cry when Sabo pulled out and pushed back in with force. “How’s this for pliant,” she hissed, punctuating it with another heavy thrust. Ace moaned, long and drawn out.
“Fuck,” she breathed, chest heaving rapidly, “fuck, Sabo.”
“I kind of like you like this,” Sabo mocked, throwing Ace’s words back in her face, “Fucked out on my dick.”
Ace’s mouth curled in offense, “You—!” Before she could get out the rest of her statement, Sabo shifted the angle and slammed back in. Ace threw her head back this time, tightening up considerably before a gush of slick spilled out around her cock. She was gasping heavily, walls fluttering around her as Sabo winced at the stimulation, knot forming at the base of her dick. “Bitch,” she finally spat.
Sabo raised an eyebrow in disbelief before it smoothened down to a picture perfect grin. “Bitch, huh?” Ace looked at her warily, taken aback at Sabo’s strange reaction.
“Yeah,” she started, eyes flickering over Sabo’s face for any sort of crack in her calm demeanor, “You’re a bitch.” Sabo hummed noncommittally, trailing her hand down Ace’s stomach, only stopping at the base of her folds before spreading them apart. She could see clearly where they were conjoined and Ace flushed red, kicking Sabo in her side. “H-Hey! Stop looking!” Sabo said nothing, only moved her fingers slightly up until they were spread on either side of her clit. Ace paled. “W-Wait—!”
Sabo smiled, a mean thing, before pressing Ace’s clit between her fingers. She shrieked, pulling her hips back and sobbing when Sabo's dick rubbed against her oversensitive walls. “Wait?” Sabo questioned, tone almost innocent, “But I’m a bitch, aren’t I?”
“‘m sorry! I’m sorry! Please— it’s too much! Sabo! ‘Bo, please!”
“What are you sorry for?” Sabo pressed, grabbing ahold of Ace’s jaw and tilting her head up until her neck was pulled taut to look up at her. She just answered with another hiccuped sob as her face scrunched up in overstimulation. “I’m waiting.”
“I’m— I’m sorry! Mommy please! Mommy!”
Sabo’s eyes widened and she immediately bucked her hips forward, knot swelling rapidly and locking into Ace’s entrance. She shrieked loudly, but it drowned under the ringing in Sabo’s ears as ropes and ropes of come spilled inside of Ace, filling her up to the brim.
Ace squirmed, overstimulated whimpers and whines clawing their way out of her throat.
“Fuck,” Sabo breathed, hips twitching foward and pulling another sob out of Ace.
A long-drawn whine was pulled out of Ace’s throat, watery hiccups following behind, before she bit, “Bastard.”
She glared at her through watery eyes and Sabo let out a shaky sigh, overstimulation clawing through every one of her nerves, but she still managed a smirk, albeit one less smug than she would prefer. “I thought it was mommy.”
A warbled noise. Ace flushed red. “Shut up,” she hissed, kicking Sabo’s left hip, “Never speak of this again.”
Sabo let out a weak huff of a laugh and, moments later, did her limbs give up on her, planting directly onto Ace’s overly warm body. She didn’t say anything in return, only rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Sabo, pressing her face further into her chest, and for a moment, Sabo mused that she could die happily there.
Then again, she thought, Ace would drag her back before decking her square in the face for not only leaving her behind again, but for dying an embarrassing death. To Sabo, at least, it would be less embarrassing and more of a heavenly way to die than the other many, many ways that came with her line of work.
Sabo sighed, pressing her face further into Ace’s sweat-slick chest, but not in a perverted way. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be until Ace slapped her head and spat, “Don’t lick my fucking tits, weirdo!” Sabo simply lightly nipped one in response, grinning at Ace’s yelp and the — much harder — following slap. As if on instinct, her hips jerked forward, spurts of come flowing out.
Ace gasped at the feeling, eyes growing wide before narrowing, frown curling upward into a sly grin, but before she could say anything, Sabo mumbled out, “Don’t say anything.”
“Oh, I’m saying something. Who woulda thought you were a masochist?”
“Ace!”
“I’m just saying, that has to be worse than a mommy kink and—”
“Ace!”