summary: all treats, no tricks. a fun little halloween story to celebrate the spooky holiday!
a/n: i'm between midterms and finals, so welcome to college!zoro era. don't go back for a second degree, kids! it sucks!
Y/N shifted between people, her orange solo cup clutched tight in her hand. She was on a mission to fill her drink with Sprite and Malibu. It was too loud and there were too many people for her to be sober.
In the kitchen of the frat house was the stragglers of the party. People just like her, drinks slowly being filled or yelling over the music. The costumes ranged from cowboys to cheerleaders. The only thing that stood in Y/N's way was a large pirate with three swords strapped to his hip. He was faced away from her, chattering to another pirate who was presumably his friend.
"Excuse me!" Y/N yelled over the music. She wasn't surprised when neither of them moved. She tried to slip beside him, but he was gigantic compared to her own stature.
Welp, looks like she'd have to use other means of getting the job done.
She reached a hand out and rested it on the pirate's arm. His muscles were hulking, warm to the touch. She liked the soft feeling of his white shirt. Maybe she was more drunk than she thought...
"PIRATE MAN! MOVE!" Now that surely got his attention. In fact, it got a lot of attention. The chatter around them silenced for a beat before it resumed.
Zoro, on the other hand, did not continue his conversation. He ignored Luffy completely. "You talkin' to me?"
Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. She gripped her cup even tighter. "You're the only pirate man I see around here."
"Hey, I'm a pirate too! King of the pirates actually. Don't talk to my swordsman like that." Luffy's face conveyed his dismay, but was quickly disregarded by Y/N and Zoro.
"Look, I just want my Malibu and Sprite. I will apologize once the drink is in my cup." Y/N held her cup out, her eyes having met his again. "Please."
Zoro looked her up and down before he huffed. All at once, he poured her a drink with the heftiest hand. It was probably three fourths Malibu and one fourth Sprite. He handed it to her with a smirk.
"I like my apologies with a little pout tacked on, if you're taking requests."
Y/N couldn't tell if she wanted to hit him or fuck him. Maybe both? She rolled her eyes, snatching the drink out of my hand. "Thank you so much, mister pirate man. What ever would I do without your amazing muscles and three swords?" She laid it on so thick, it was almost sickening.
The tension that hung between them was so thick, even Luffy could tell when it was time to skedaddle. He mumbled something about going find Nami, but his voice was drowned out by the music.
"Amazing muscles? Thanks, baby," Zoro leaned down even closer. It was mere centimeters between their faces.
Y/N started to say something, but she was cut off by a set of lips pressed against her's. Two warm, calloused hands held her hips and dragged her closer. She didn't even protest, instead her arms quickly wrapped around him.
She got lost in the feeling of their lips locked together, their hands wandering. She didn't even mind the people pushing them over to get their own drinks. Neither of them pulled away until someone suggested for them to get a room.
Zoro pulled back with swollen lips and an expression of bliss. His gaze didn't shift away from her lips, as they were still the only thing he could think of. He leaned in as if to kiss her again, but he surprised her with kisses along his jaw and neck.
"Maybe that person had a good idea. We could find a room somewhere," Y/N suggested, her eyes closed as he left a trail of hickeys on her neck.
"I know one," Zoro muttered in her ear. All at once, he lifted her up and carried her upstairs. It was almost like he knew the way around the frat house like the back of his hand. She paid no attention to the room they had ended up in. All she could think about was the strain in his pants that kept brushing against her inner thighs.
The night was hazy due to the alcohol and loud music that made the walls shake. Y/N woke up with a headache and foggy memories of the night before. Slowly, she became aware of her lack of clothing, and the ache all over her body.
Y/N's eyes scanned the room to understand where she was. There were posters all over the wall, and clothes strewn about haphazardly. She sat up, but quickly blocked her eyes from the harsh sunlight streaming into the room.
As she climbed out of the bed, her legs wobbled a bit. She grabbed for the ripped clothes of last night, as well as a white shirt she found on the floor. She quietly walked towards the dresser and found a pair of his boxers. She didn't mind taking them, as he would surely survive without a few articles of clothing.
Her eyes scanned over the items above the dresser as she put on the shirt. At the end of the dresser was a framed picture, surrounded by a dead Apple Watch and a few gold earrings. The picture was of quite a few men, the fraternity, all dressed up. Standing front and center was a pair of guys, one with black hair and one with green hair. The two men from last night. More specifically, one of them being the man she woke up next to.
'Oh shit. Oh shit! How the fuck did I sleep with the president?!'
Y/N glanced back at the bed; the green-haired man was still snoring away without a care in the world. She managed to find a piece of paper and a pen to write a quick note.
Had a fun time on the Going Merry. Thanks for a great night xx
The paper was left on the nightstand, and Y/N took one last glance. She leaned down, a kiss pressed on the smudged fake scar. He looked so peaceful in his slumber. With one last soft sigh, she grabbed her things and left. A successful Halloween... she guessed?
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