One Piece x Reader Erotica (NO REQUESTS)

Matsuri (Ace x Reader)

Fem!Reader

You looked yourself up and down in the floor length mirror. You hardly recognized yourself—flawless skin, rosy cheeks and delicate flowers braided into your hair to accent the print of your yukata. Nami finished tying the obi in an elegant bow at your back and stepped back to admire her handiwork. She smiled at you over your shoulder in the mirror.

"Girl, he's not gonna be able to keep his eyes off you," she said with mischievous grin. "Or his hands, for that matter."

You blushed heavily and turned on her. "Nami!"

"What? It's true! It's a wonder he's been able to behave this long. He must really like you." She winked.

Your flush darkened, looking over your shoulder shyly at Nami. "...You think so?"

"I know so. In the time Ace and I have been friends, I have never known him to date a girl more than a month, let alone keep in in his pants that long." She smiled at you fondly, tucking a stray hair back into place behind your ear. "The guy is positively smitten."

You couldn't help but smile, turning to face yourself again in the mirror. "The feeling is mutual," you said softly. "Nami..."

She hummed in reply.

"Do you think it's too soon?"

"For what?"

"For me and Ace to... you know..."

"If you can't even say it, what makes you think you're ready for it?"

You blushed again. "Fine," you snapped. "Do you think it's too soon for us to have sex?"

Nami only looked at you, amusement tugging at the corner of her lips. "[Name], you've been dating six months. I'd say you're long overdue for some of that sweet freckled—"

"Please don't finish that sentence."

"—ass."

"Oh my god, Nami."

"Hey, you asked for my opinion," she chuckled. "In all seriousness though, you're the only one who gets to decide when the time is right."

You gave yourself another long look in the mirror. You took a deep breath. "I think I'm ready."

Your words were punctuated by the doorbell sounding downstairs. Your heart fluttered with excitement and nerves.

"Better not keep him waiting," said Nami.

You made your way downstairs, careful not to step on the hem of your yukata. Nami called down after you.

"Have fun! Use a condom!"

You blushed, hoping to God that Ace couldn't hear her from outside. You reached the door and hesitated, hand hovering over the doorknob. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears, your cheeks still burning from Nami's comment. You opened the door.

There was a sharp intake of breath.

"Wow," was all Ace could say, but you barely heard him as your eyes wandered over the broad planes of his shoulders, filling out his black and red yukata nicely, over the sharp line of his jaw, usually framed by dark hair now tied back in a short, messy pony tail, and over the tantalizing sliver of sun-kissed skin where he had let it fall open at the collar a little more than perhaps was appropriate. You tore your eyes away from his chest and up to his face, still set in an expression of awe.

He seemed to come to his senses finally. "You look... amazing."

You smiled. "You're not so bad yourself."