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There’s a ruckus on the beach, but, by now, Robin’s gotten used to it. What a silly crowd she decided to tag along with: Luffy’s bugging a stranger to fix their broken waver with little to no respect in his request, Chopper and Usopp are enjoying the clouds on the beach and Sanji’s stressed off his ass because Nami may be in danger and he feels like he’s the only one who cares. He’s stopped acknowledging Zoro who decided to take a quick nap on deck until the others finally decide to get back on board and fetch their possibly endangered comrade.
For some reason, the situation isn’t exactly bothering Robin: while she cares for Nami, she also knows the girl can hold her own and the others are just being their usual, loud selves. After travelling up a perpendicular water current in order to find Skypiea, nothing about the crew’s behavior is out of the ordinary right now. However, the one thing that continues to surprise her is Zoro’s ability to rest.
“You’ve been staring,” he says, eyes still closed but now squinting.
His voice catches Robin out of her daydream. As far as she could remember, she’d be observing the crew on the beach: at which point did she start watching Zoro? It makes her usual composed self flinch a little, but only for a flash of a second: she’s not about to lose face in front of Zoro of all people.
“So, you’re not asleep, swordsman?”
Her voice is like honey in his ears. It does that all the time and he hates it. Robin’s annoying and cocky, but there’s just something about her damned voice that feels like she’s summoned a hand within himself that wraps around his heart painfully but also pleasantly in a way.
He cracks an eye open to look up at her from where he sits, the sun behind her making it really hard to see her face clearly, but he knows she’s smirking.
“How do you expect me to rest when those idiots are out there yapping like damned hyenas?” He gives up on trying to look at her, so he closes his burning eye. “I’m just resting my eyes at this point.”
Robin chuckles, getting nostalgic for a brief instant. “I used to know an old man who’d say that all the time…”
Zoro frowns, shooting her a stare with both eyes this time. “You’re older than me!”
She smiles widely, enjoying the way he gets all flustered whenever she teases him. It seems like he’s the only one on the crew to see her and acknowledge her as the mature woman that she is, and she enjoys the way his eyes fall on her differently than the rest. His swordsman brain still remembers her as an old enemy which leaves an ounce of suspicion lingering in his gaze even still now, but other parts of his brain detain a certain interest or curiosity for her which make him stare just a second longer than the others. She knows he doesn’t even realize it himself which is what amuses her so much and has made a spark of interest for Zoro rise within herself from their first interaction on the Going Merry.
Robin shoots another glance over her shoulder: everyone’s going about their business on the beach. By now, they must’ve forgotten two crew members are waiting on deck.
With that in mind, she pushes herself off the railing she was leaning on to walk up to Zoro, fully intending to see how far she can take her teasing this time around. It’s a beautiful sunny day on Skypiea and she feels like messing with him a little.
The sound of her steps approaching threaten a redness to color Zoro’s cheeks, however thorough meditation and training has taught him enough to control to regulate his body temperature and mind to prevent it from happening — though it requires so much brain power that he forgets about the weird scrunch his face makes the closer she gets to him. Just what the hell does she want and did she need to get this close? Still, while he has the agility to roll away, he doesn’t want to. He’s just… shy to be so close to her, but he doesn’t feel threatened.
“What’s wrong with that?”
She could’ve said more, but she chooses to let the silence linger to toy with him as she lowers herself at his eye-level, wrapping her arms around her knees. His face scrunches even more and a light coating of sweat pearls under his green hair, so it’s definitely working.
“Ever been with an older woman, swordsman?”
Despite his serious attempts, Zoro’s face flushes red as his limbs begin to shake. He doesn’t know what to say, a million answers, questions and scenarios collide in his confused head. What’s this woman doing to him? He’s never felt like this before. All he’s ever cared about was training his mind and body to become the best swordsman in the world, so distractions have always been out of the question — in fact, women have never really crossed his mind. However, since Robin joined the crew, he’s been feeling… new things within himself. Urges he thought he simply wasn’t made to experience.
It takes everything he has to blurt a coherent answer out and, still, he struggles to get it out clearly. “N—No… No.”
A darkness clouds Robin’s gaze. His answer was all too predictable, but it’s still nice to hear.
“Would you like to find out?”
“What? Here!?” He chuckles nervously. “No way! What if the others—“
She clamps her palm against his lips, her legs now straddling him, her voluptuous breasts squished between their bodies. His face is hot from being in the sun and from blushing so goddamn hard and she finds it adorable. Looking vulnerable looks good on him.
“Well, for starters…” She inches her face closer to really invade his personal space. “How about you shut that pretty mouth of yours so as to not draw attention?”
His muscles relax under her but a pressure remains against the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
“I’m also noticing you’re not against it,” she winks and removes her hand from his mouth to let him speak, resting it against his shoulder.
“You’re delusional,” he says bluntly, suddenly in total control of himself again. “What makes you think I’d have even the slightest interest in you? You’re just another criminal.”
Robin’s hand finds the bulge in his pants, squeezing it gently before rubbing it over the fabric.
“But aren’t pirates criminals, too? And, this one has a sixty-million berries bounty on his head, so I’d say he’s pretty dangerous alright.”
A hand emerges from the mast above Zoro’s head and traps his wrists there. With the new sensations Robin provides him with, he doubts he’ll be able to continue resisting her for very long. Something inside his pants is screaming to try something new and he hates to admit that her teasing seriously is turning him on. The warmth of her hand and the rubbing on his crotch feels so good, she’s lucky the hand above his head is preventing him from flinging her over his shoulder and taking her somewhere private to unleash the dormant beast.
He’s watching her as a low moan escapes his lips and his eyelids grow heavy. Enjoying the unintentional feedback, Robin grins before digging into his pants to free his raging erection out of its restraints. As a soft breeze hits his sensitive skin, Zoro looks down in awe and so does she.
This may be the girthiest dick she’s ever seen, and it’s also a good length too. What a shame they’re on the ship’s deck and not somewhere where she could fully enjoy feeling him stress-free. While she quite enjoyed the few times she had sex in front of strangers, the crew is off bounds, no questions asked. A quick bit of fun on the deck is all it’ll be for now, but it’ll be plenty to plant a seed of temptation within Zoro’s head and have him longing for more.
For now, she’s happy the man was gifted with a fourth sword to wield, if only he knew how to use it…
“How does it feel?” She breaks the silence.
As Zoro’s eyes travel back up to her face, they make a notable stop on her chest; had his hands not been restrained, he’d have firmly grabbed her breasts to feel their softness against his palms. It’s never occurred to him until now what type of guy he is, but after this encounter, he’s definitely a boobs kind of guy.
He checks her out cockily, starting to find her kind of beautiful. “Pretty damn good.”
Robin raises an eyebrow and spits on her hand, however her first attempt lands on her breasts — which Zoro watches for a hard second before returning up to her face. The second attempt reaches its rightful destination to lubricate her strokes some more.
“Want me to make it feel even better?”
Zoro’s heavy breathing makes his chest noticeably rise and fall as he’s trying his hardest not to bust prematurely. The last thing he wants is to appear weak in front of this experienced woman.
“Be my guest.”
“Oh…” She expected a question, so she finds his offer hard to turn down — not that she intended to, but she certainly wanted to make him work for it a bit more.
Without putting more thought into it, she pushes herself off of him and kneels down between his legs, analyzing his size from a better angle now, too. Her hand looks tiny around his length which makes her crave Zoro even more; however, now isn’t the time.
As she lowers her mouth around him, her eyes stay up on his face for as long as she can. He, too, devours her stare, her face, her cheeks going hollow as her lips wrap around his inches; the way he disappears into her mouth and feels her smooth tongue swirling around his tip. She makes him care about things he never even thought about before, but now all he wants is for her to stay there forever. Despite the heat of the sun, her warmth is addicting and it envelops him pretty far down his length, too. He feels his tip touch the back of her throat and gets such an adrenaline rush from it: there’s just one more inch she needs to make disappear and he wants to see it gone and feel the pressure of her throat push against him.
“Keep going, you’re almost there,” he can’t help but say between gritted teeth.
Robin chuckles which sends a vibration across his entire body. She feels the muscles in his legs harden under her touch and knows he enjoyed it very much. He asked so nicely, so the least she can do is grant his request — she’s used to it, anyway.
Zoro stares her down hard as she slowly swallows the extra inch. When her nose touches his pubis, it automatically releases the pressure he felt there, releasing his seed straight down her throat while moaning and groaning loud enough to fill Robin’s ears with bliss. There’s a lot of cum shooting out of him from years of repression, and it feels so good to let all of that out — conveniently inside of someone else, too, so it won’t make a mess.
However, it does make a mess: his juices start to spill out the sides of her mouth as she’s unable to swallow everything he lets out, her eyes watering from choking on his cock all the way to the back of her mouth for so long. Robin aims to please, and if that means make a poor man’s first time all the more memorable, she’s willing to go to lengths to make her stand.
When the flow finally seems to have stopped, under Zoro’s attentive gaze, she pulls away, swallows whatever remains in her mouth and wipes her chin clean from the mix of seed and saliva accumulated there. He’s nervous she’ll point out how fast he came, but all she does is release his wrists and say:
”Perhaps I’m not so delusional after all!”
Then, winks and heads back to her former spot to watch the crew hang about the beach.
As she walks away, she feels the burn of his eyes on her skin while he fixes his pants. It’s only a matter of opportunity before he begs her for more, and she already cannot wait to learn more about the swordsman in privacy.