Ace

Ace loves you. A lot of people might even say it’s one of his biggest personality traits- not ‘being a loving person’, I mean loving you in particular. You’re his bestfriend! It’s normal!

So it’s not that weird when he doesn’t hide how he hates your boyfriend. He’d never admit how he has vivid imaginations of beating the shit out of him. He doesn’t admit the disgusted state he’s put in when you tell him your boyfriend is doing ‘no nut november ’, how he thinks and knows it’s a ‘boys game.’

He also doesn’t admit how turned on he is by the thought of showing you how a real man acts with such a pretty girl like yourself. I mean.. you came all the way here to his house to complain about your boyfriend… you must want him just as much as he wants you !

“He’s so fucking stupid. Why do you keep dating dumb boys.. Why?” He coo’s inbetween kisses, his hands snaking under your shirt as he pushes you against his sheets. It’s intoxicating, taking you in HIS sheets, surrounded by HIS scent. This is where you belong. “Fuck. Look at you. He’d voluntarily give this up— for what? A game? God himself couldn’t stop me if you were mine,”