pretty princess

it can’t be so bad, your friend had said.

he’s insufferable, you don’t get it. and in my bathroom of all places? i don’t even want to think about what he could be doing…

sounds to me like you’re thinking about it ;)

gross. he’s practically my step brother at this point.

even better. think of the content that would make.

you all but choked on air, but you couldn’t say you were too shocked at the comment. nami had been trying to get you to join her business endeavors for months and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t entice you in the slightest. still, that particular proposal was absurd even for her.

you’re filthy. not interested.

say what you will but don’t think i’ve forgotten the way you would drool over him a year ago.

you left that text on read. nothing could get her words out your head, though. zoro was painfully hot. try as you might to despise him entirely, there was always a part of you that wanted him. wanted his body over yours. wanted his obnoxious mouth between your thighs. wanted to tug his hair and dig your nails into the soft skin of his sculpted back.

filthy. it’s no wonder you’re friends.

you kneel in front of your full-length mirror, turning over nami’s proposition in your head as you raise your phone, angling it so that your face isn’t visible. “cute.”

hearing the water shut off, you think about taking a shower yourself, slipping back into your tank top and shorts. you wait until you hear the sound of a door shutting before stepping into the hall, preferring anything but to see zoro in a towel.

somehow, you end up with your face in his chest anyway. “oi, careful there, dollface.”

“fuck off. and don’t call me that.”

there’s a pleased smirk on his lips, like he’s gotten exactly the reaction out of you that he wanted. like it amuses him to see how he can rile you up. “fuck, i’ma fix that attitude one day…” he whispers the words more to himself than to you, though his eyes never leave yours.

“excuse me?” you scoffed.

“you heard me, dollface.” you fight not to look anywhere but his eyes, not to let your eyes trail down his chiseled body, feeling that it’s exactly what he’s daring you to do.

“you’re insufferable.”

all he does in response is smirk and walk toward the guest room. “call me what you want, princess, but windows work both ways.”

shit. the words cause you to stop in your tracks—how could you not?—but you don’t let the reaction last long enough for zoro to notice. instead, you turn on your heel and head straight to the bathroom turning back only to glare at your infuriating neighbor.

his eyes don’t meet yours, not immediately, preoccupied with the tightness of your clothing and the way it clung to your skin in the heat. once he notices your glare, his smirk turns into a soft chuckle and you huff before shutting the door behind you.

still, his image is seared into your mind as you lean against the closed door, but you don’t fight it away. you let your thoughts linger for only a moment on the sight of his hands, one set on the doorknob and the other palming himself through his towel.

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windows work both ways…

you turn the words in your head as you stare at your room. it doesn’t make sense to you that he could ever see your bed from his room. he was bluffing. he had to be.

you try to read (a nice, thick, raunchy novel robin had recommended) and get him out of your thoughts before bed. it doesn’t quite work, and your eyes are soon too tired to keep reading over the same paragraph (and trying not to picture a certain viridescent-haired nuisance as the male lead).

it isn’t long before you’re asleep in the comfort of your soft sheets. it’s too hot for a blanket, but you still choose to tuck yourself under a thin linen sheet. in the warmth of your sleep, your chest rises and falls in labored breaths, consequence of the kind of dream that only seems pleasant when you’re lost in it.

in your slumber, the moonlight illuminates your bedroom and you’re still lying in bed, eyes closed. you feel that there’s someone in your room, but you don’t care to look. not even when they remove the covers from your body, or when your bed shifts under their weight. not when you feel their hands roam over your body slowly, pulling upwards your nightgown until it’s bunched up just above your chest.

“zoro…” you mumble in your sleep, knowing it’s him in your subconscious whose cool hands are holding your waist and massaging your breast. you don’t open your eyes but you can see him, eyes full of lust as he hovers over you.

there’s a small, conscious part of you that was sickened by the content of your dream; that knew there was something wrong with it—but this feeling was overwhelmed by your own lust and desire, and you could only think that there couldn’t be anything wrong with wanting this. what reason could there be, possibly, not to indulge in the pleasure of his fingers pressed into your flesh, pressing you further into the bed while his lips traced your jawline? your hips rolled against him with a burning desire to be his, to be taken by him in whatever way he pleased, whatever way he decided you deserved.

you could feel the bulge through his sweats, pressing against your laced panties. the sensation alone told you he was big, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him fill you.

his lips had stopped just below your ear and his breath was warm against your skin. his voice, coarse and low, sent a chill through your body as he whispered to you.

“let’s see if i can fix that attitude of yours…”

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when you open your eyes, the sheets are tangled at your feet and you find yourself breathless and disoriented.

“fuck,” you breathe out. you don’t want to admit it, but every part of you wants to fall back asleep and into that same dream. instead, you sit up and reach for the bottle of water at your nightstand, ignoring the pulsing between your thighs.

as you stare forward in the dark, your eyes fall on your reflection in the vanity on the opposite wall. from where you sit, you can see through your window too, and suddenly zoro’s words make sense. windows work both ways.

he’d seen you through your mirror. fuck, fuck, fuck.

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“you want him, admit it already.”

what compelled you to tell nami about your dream, you didn’t know. you’d known what her response would be before you’d said it, and you knew it’d make you roll your eyes to hear it. still, you couldn’t help but confess the details to her when she called you that evening.

“get it out of your system and fuck him already.”

“i’m not that desperate,” you scoffed, applying a last touch of lipstick to your look for the evening. cute, you smiled at your reflection. you weren’t a vain person by any means, but you could admit to yourself that you looked especially stunning tonight.

“big words for a girl getting pretty to have dinner with him,” nami teased and you shot her a glare through the phone.

not that you’d ever admit it to nami, but it’d be a lie if you said you hadn’t thought of zoro once while getting ready. not to impress him, and much less for his attention, but to remind yourself you are so out of his league. roronoa zoro would be beyond fucking blessed to have you writhing under him.

that doesn’t keep you from picturing it when he’s across the dinner table from you. try as you might to look anywhere but at him, zoro’s eyes find yours again and again, and all you can think about is the way his shirt is tight around his biceps and the way his calloused hands would feel against your skin.

he’s always a gentlemen at the dinner table; it never fails to surprise you. he’s full of gentle please’s and thank you’s, and despite knowing better, you can never help but quietly admire his manners. when he compliments your mother’s cooking, his words carry a sincerity that almost gets you to forget you can’t stand him.

until his eyes meet yours, and he adds, facetiously, “i’m sure everything you make tastes amazing, ma’am.”

you drop your gaze at his remark, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. it doesn’t help that his eyes stay fixed on you.

“may i be excused?” you ask, already standing from your chair. you don’t miss the way zoro’s eyes look over you slowly, from the pleated ends of your skirt to the necklaces falling perfectly above your chest, but you don’t give him the pleasure of looking in his direction again.

it’s not until you reach the staircase that you realize he excused himself after you, and you have every intention to ignore him, except he always knows exactly what buttons to push.

“what’s the rush, dollface?” zoro smirks, his arm resting against the banister at the bottom of the stairs.

“told you not to fucking call me that,” you bite, not bothering to turn back to look at him.

“c’mon doll, you’re too pretty to have such a dirty mouth,” he chides playfully. you turn to glare at him, biting your tongue not to give him what he wants, before realizing you’ve taken enough steps up the stairs that he has a clean view up your skirt; one he shamelessly takes advantage of, more to rile you up than anything.

“oh fuck you. you’re lucky to hear a word from me at all,” you say, your face in front of his now, but the spark in his eyes tells you he’s not listening to a word you’re saying.

“shit, you’re real fucking pretty…” his eyes trail down your body, and you fight not to blush under his gaze. “might get more dick if you weren’t such a bitch.”

you bring your hand up to slap him but he stops it, holding your wrist firmly in his hand, not letting the action faze him. his grip on your hand is tight, but not enough to hurt you.

“kind of gets me going though. if you’d just let me shut you up…”

“in your dreams, asshole.”

something shifts in his composure. his hold on your hand loosens, but you don’t move.

“c’mon, tell me you don’t want it and i’ll leave,” he hums. his eyes, eager and full of lust, don’t leave yours, and all you can think of are nami’s words.

fuck him already.

you don’t drop your hand; you let it rest on his cheek and your lips press against his before you let yourself think rationally. it’s a better feeling than you could have imagined. the moment it happens, zoro’s in control, engulfing you in a kiss that is hungry and impassioned by pent up lust, one hand buried in your hair and the other pulling you closer by the waist.

“fuck,” he groaned, and with the sound alone tells you how long he’s been waiting for this. that and the feeling of his hard-on against your hips. zoro’s hands trail down to your bottom, grasping your thighs, and you obediently wrap your legs around him.

neither of you comes up for air until he has you seated on the vanity in your bedroom and his lips find their way to the most sensitive parts of your neck. he keeps you steady with one hand, while the other makes its way up your thigh. his thumb feels along the thin material of your panties, and your body arches at the touch.

“don’t be a fucking tease,” you whine, but his movements slow. when he pulls back, there’s a pleasant grin on his face. “desperate much?”

you open your mouth to shoot a snide remark, but whatever it was is forgotten the moment zoro takes off his shirt. your heart races in your chest and you all but drool at the sight.

“use your words now, princess. what do you need?” he stands between your legs and his hands push up your top, bralette and all, cupping your breast.

“i need you to stop being such a fucking tease. you should count yourself lucky i’m letting you hit at a-ah-” he pinches your nipple between his fingers, provoking a moan that effectively shuts you up.

“told you we were gonna work on that attitude, didn’t i? now let’s try that again, where do you need me, princess?” his hips press against yours and you feel yourself pulsating against his bulge.

“inside, fuck, i need your fucking cock inside of me already,” you whine, not caring how pathetically desperate you sound.

“so fucking needy.” zoro helps you out of your clothes with a patience that drives you insane. first your top and your bralette, his fingers grazing lightly over your chest. then your skirt and your panties, leaving you bare in front of him.

his lips connect with yours while he undoes his belt, but the moment he moves back to pull them off, you let your eyes stare down. fuck, of course it’s as big as his ego. when he asks for a condom you half forget to feel embarrassed about the other things in that drawer, until you hear him chuckle.

“what do we have here?” he brings a vibrator to your clit and you can hardly contain your whimpers. “fuck, zoro, please-”

zoro drags the object slowly down your labia once before shutting it off with a smirk.“don’t worry, babe. after me you won’t want to play with these anymore.”

he carries you to your bed, not bothering to be gentle with you when he tosses you down. his eyes hover over you, taking you in and wondering how to take you first.

“it’s a shame you hav’ta keep quiet… what i’d give to hear you screaming my name,” he positions himself between your legs, his hand brushing your hair from your face and resting on your cheek. “you’re gonna have to be a good girl and keep it down. ready?”

you only nod in response, needing him to fill you now. he pushes into you slowly, and you want nothing more than to moan at the top of your lungs the deeper he goes. tears build in your eyes but you don’t look away from him and you don’t make a sound above a soft whimper and whispered curses.

“atta girl, just a little more,”

more? fuck- you feel him so deep inside you, you felt like a virgin feeling full for the first time. “wait, please.”

you want to feel him, get used to it, before he moves, afraid you’ll come the moment he starts moving.

“look at you, learning manners already…”

you want to glare at him but the look on your face is more pathetic than anything. he gives you a look and you nod, afraid of the sounds that will leave your lips if you open it.

his hips roll into yours, and your mouth falls agape in a way so seductive that it makes him shudder and evokes a whine from you. his lips meet yours to muffle the sounds, but it doesn’t help when his thrusts become rougher.

the lewd sounds between you and the feeling of your walls so wet and soft like you’ve never felt before. “shit, you feel so good, i don’t think you’re sleeping tonight.”

it’s better than he ever imagined and if you’d let him he’d worship you day and night. but for now, he’s gotta push you till you can’t think about anything other than his cock inside you.

he has you pressed deep into the mattress, the sound of your headboard beating rhythmically against the wall and his quiet grunts all you can hear until he pulls out without warning and you whine at the sudden emptiness.

you hadn’t known your phone was ringing until zoro brought it to his ear, shamelessly answering it while he aligned himself with you again. “sorry, nami. she’s a little busy, wanna leave a message?”

his hips slowly press into you, and you have to bite your hand not to make a sound. “don’t worry i’ll let her know…”

“she said she hopes you’re having a good time. think she knows?” he doesn’t bother to wait for an answer, his focus on opening the camera app on your phone before pressing your figure back into the mattress and ramming into you with more force and malice than before.

he brings the phone closer to the space between you, and you know the camera must be catching all the filthy sounds your bodies are making and the breathless cries falling ceaselessly from your open mouth.

zoro films the bounce of your breasts with every relentless thrust and your face, all fucked out—your eyes brimming with tears. cheeks rosy with heat, and your lips parted as they whimper his name. his hand wraps lightly around your throat before cutting the video and tossing the phone aside, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“send me that and i’ll eat you out till you cry.”

you’re cumming before you know it, but zoro doesn’t halt his thrusts. “shh, give me one more, be a good girl and hold out a little longer. i promise it’ll feel good.”

you want to quit, but you dig your nails in his shoulders and trust him, breathing deeply until you feel it. it’s stronger than the first and you can’t keep your moans quiet as his name slides off your tongue again and again.

“that’s my good girl.” part of you wants to bite back but you resort to bringing his mouth to yours and biting his lip instead.

“call me that again and i’ll suck you off so good,” you purr.

“yea? we’ll be putting that mouth to good use…” his lips meet yours, tongue slipping between them in a wet kiss and you feel him twitch inside you. “show me what a good girl you are then… my dick’s already beggin’ to teach you another lesson.”

he turns you over, resting his own body against the bed and letting you straddle him. slowly, you bring your mouth down his chest and his abdomen, thinking only that you’re in for a very long night.

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