between sword and bloom ☆ zoro+robin
zoro x robin x reader
nsfw, 18+ only, threesome, smut, virgin!reader, couple zoro & robin, robin is just a tease (i love her like that), trio
♡ it's hard to have a crush on someone... especially on zoro... oh and on robin too
You joined the crew a few months ago, and you try not to come across as the rookie.In just a few months, you’ve discovered their endearing personalities, always ready to support you and help with any kind of problem. You’ve always admired their aura—they have a strong, almost magnetic presence that you envied a lot when you first heard about them. And so you try not to look starstruck every time one of them walked past you. But there was something – someone – you never managed to look away from.
And by extension Robin, because they are together. Ever since Zoro and Robin admitted they were together, you’ve had a morbid fascination with that little couple. They are so quiet, discreet. No hand-holding, no kisses on the deck. You keep watching, hoping to catch something small.
And you told yourself it was only curiosity. Except your stomach flipped every time you saw Zoro stretch, his shirt riding up to reveal his muscular stomach. And it’s impossible not to have a crush on him, his calm mind, that lazy, knowing grin, and the way his presence feels almost protective. So yeah, there’s no way you could resist him.
And the way Robin looked at him sometimes, so soft, made you feel hot. You admired her, envied her, maybe even wanted to be her.
But one night, everything changed.
You were heading towards the study room, to return one of the books Robin had lent you. The lights were off, the door cracked open. You didn’t think twice before stepping inside. And then you froze.
Robin was sitting on Zoro’s lap, her back arched, fingers gripping his shoulders. His hands were firm on her waist, guiding her in slow, deep movements. Their breaths were low, intimate in a way you’d never seen. Zoro’s head was tipped back against the chair, jaw clenched, a quiet curse slipping out as Robin rocked against him.
Your brain blanked. Heat shot through your whole body so fast you thought you might faint. You’d never seen anything like this – never done anything like this – and the sight of Zoro’s hands on Robin, the way he pulled her closer with a low growl, made your thighs press together on instinct.
You didn’t mean to make a sound. But the soft gasp that escaped you might as well have been a shout.
Robin’s eyes opened immediately, too perceptive. Zoro’s hand stilled on her hip. “What was that?”
You panicked, backed into the door, almost tripped over your own feet.When you turned around, you were blocked by one of Robin’s hands, heavy on your stomach, making you move back, where they could see you. Your face was burning and your pulse was pounding in your ears. You started to stutter, “I– I’m sorry, I didn’t– I wasn’t– I was just bringing your book back, Robin–”
Robin slid off Zoro’s lap with effortless grace, straightening her clothes. Her short dress, dangerously high on her thighs. Zoro with his shirt open just watched you with narrowed eyes more curious than angry.
Robin stepped closer. And you couldn’t look away, she was stunning and magnetic, with that thin layer of sweat glistening in the hollow of her neck and on her cheeks flushed from the effort. In a way, it made your breath catch.
“Did we frighten you?” she murmured.
“N-no,” you whispered. They turned you on so hard your knees were shaking, but you couldn’t say that.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” she said softly. “We are sorry that you had to witness this…”
“N-no no, it’s not your fault,” you almost shout, profusely apologizing. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I shouldn’t have looked at you.”
You see Robin getting even closer, and the sight almost makes you dizzy. So you clumsily place the book you were supposed to return to her on the nearest shelf and walk backward, bumping your hip into a table in the corner. Then you rush to the door and leave without looking back, hearing Robin's melodious laughter.
The days that followed felt unreal, almost painful to get through. At the most random moments, your mind would flash to Robin’s arched back, Zoro’s strong hands on her hips, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the wet, ragged sounds they made. You could feel it all over again, and it made your stomach twist, your pulse race, leaving you dizzy with want.
And it's so hard trying to avoid them. Especially when you feel their gaze on you. You could feel Robin's calm and knowing eyes on you at every corner, or Zoro's fierce presence.
And so obviously you try to avoid being alone with them.
But of course, that’s exactly what happened.
It was late afternoon, the sun low and golden and the deck was quiet. You were reorganizing some tools near the railings when you sensed someone step behind you.
Robin spoke first, her voice low, gentle. “You’ve been avoiding us.”
“I haven’t,” you lied immediately, way too fast.
Zoro snorted. “You have. You practically sprint off the deck when you see us together.”
Your face went hot. “I just didn’t want to make things awkward.”
Robin stepped closer. "What's awkward is that you're avoiding us. You know very well that we're not going to be mad at you, and we told you not to be embarrassed about what happened last time."
Zoro didn’t say anything, but he was watching you with that soft, heavy-lidded look again, like he knew exactly what was going on inside your head.
You pout. You know perfectly well that what Robin says is true, but you can't help but remember that moment, and having this kind of thought towards them seems almost disrespectful.
Robin tilted her head. “You’ve been thinking about what you saw, right?” Your breath hitched, and of course Robin knew. You opened your mouth to deny it, to apologize, to do something – but Robin gently touched your wrist, grounding you before your thoughts spiraled. “It’s alright,” she said. “Curiosity is natural.”
Zoro added, arms crossed, “Especially if it was your first time seeing something like that.”
You swallowed. Hard. “I… yeah. Yeah, it was.”
Robin smiled softly. “You handled it well. Truly.”
“Handled it?” Zoro lifted a brow. “She ran out of the room like she was on fire.”
Robin shot him a playful look. “Zoro.”
You were burning up. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want to make you both uncomfortable or anything. And I know I shouldn’t—”
Robin’s eyes sharpened. “Shouldn’t what?”
Your heart hammered so loud you were sure they heard it. “I shouldn’t… have a crush on your boyfriend,” you whispered.
Your stomach twisted. “I’m really, really sorry, Robin. I didn’t mean to. I can control it, I swear. I’m not trying to interfere or–”
Robin cuts you off with her laughter. “Why would you apologize for something so endearing?”
You blinked. “E-endearing?”
She nodded, smiling softly. “You admire him. It’s obvious. And harmless. You blush when he walks by, you get flustered when he speaks to you… it’s sweet.”
Zoro looked almost confused. “You… like me?”
You wanted to melt straight through the deck. “I– I do, but it doesn’t matter, you’re with Robin–”
Robin’s thumb brushed your cheek. “I’m not angry. Not even a little.”
You stared at her, almost horribly surprised. “You’re… really okay with it?”
“More than okay,” she said, voice warm, amused. “It’s flattering. And it means you trust us.”
Zoro scratched his cheek, looking away for a moment — a rare, subtle blush touching his ears. “Didn’t know I was your type,” he muttered.
“Zoro,” Robin said softly, “she admires you. Don’t tease her too much.”
He glanced at you again — and this time, there was something softer in his eyes. Something that made your lips part and your knees weaken.
Robin leaned in, close enough that her breath kissed your ear. “As long as you’re honest with us,” she whispered, “there’s nothing wrong with wanting someone. Or being curious.”
Her hand found the small of your back again — that same gentle touch that unraveled you days ago.
And without even realizing it, they had slowly, gently pulled you into their little duo. The shift was slow, subtle enough that you questioned yourself at first. You found yourself spending time with them regularly, forming a small, intimate trio, talking for hours. Being in the same room with them, Zoro absorbed in his training, Robin buried in her books. And it felt natural, comforting.
And then, even more subtly – a brush of fingers that lingered just a moment too long. A look from Zoro that carried more weight than it should, and Robin always with those soft, knowing smiles whenever you got flustered, like they were quietly enjoying the effect they had on you.
Every small gesture left your craving more, your thoughts spinning, wanting just a bit more of that quiet, intoxicating closeness.
One evening, you were having dinner with the crew, the room buzzing with chatter and clattering dishes. Everything felt normal… until Zoro stood up to grab a bowl. As he reached, his shirt rode up just enough to reveal the sharp lines of his abs, teasing your mind. And, of course, you couldn’t stop staring.
When Zoro finally noticed your gaze, instead of ignoring it like always, he smirked and said, “You really can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”
You almost choke on your food as the words spiraled through your mind, remembering the library, of their bodies and their skin that you can almost taste from imagining them so many times.
Across the table, Sanji shot Zoro an irritated look.
“Oi! Don’t mess with her while she’s eating,” he snapped, half annoyed, half protective. “Look, you made her choke!”
You waved your hand quickly, coughing and trying to recover, mortified.
But when you finally dared to glance up again, Robin was watching.
Her dark eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, calm and observant. And slowly, a soft, knowing smile curved her lips.
Later that evening, you tried to busy yourself with small tasks around the ship, hoping the cool night air would calm the heat still lingering in your chest. You were halfway through your chore when you heard footsteps behind you.
“Still thinking about dinner?”
Zoro’s voice was particularly soft, almost amused.
You turned abruptly and realized Robin was there too, leaning casually against the railing beside him. Your heart immediately started racing again. “I– I was just–” you began, already flustered.
Robin’s soft laugh cut you gently. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said warmly. Zoro crossed his arms, watching you with that same faint smirk you’d seen at the table earlier.
“You’re not exactly subtle,” he added.
Heat rushed straight to your face.
Robin stepped a little closer then, right next to Zoro and he slipped an arm around her waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And… physical contact. Even when it was only the three of you, they rarely touched, you can’t even remember ever catching them doing anything like that.
Zoro glanced briefly at her, then back at you, his expression suddenly more serious. It hits you, as if for a moment, Zoro wasn’t sure what to do next. Eventually, he continues. “We were actually wondering something.”
Robin finished the thought smoothly, her gaze steady on yours.
“Would you like to spend the night with us?”
For a moment, the world seemed to go completely silent. Your heart pounded in your ears, your mind struggling to catch up with what you had just heard.
Robin stepped closer, a hand brushing lightly against your arm, gentle and reassuring. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You don’t have to decide right away… but we want you to know how we feel.”
Zoro’s smirk softened. “No pressure. Just… think about it,” he said. But the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn’t joking.
You stood frozen for a moment, your thoughts spinning so fast, you can’t catch it. Desire, nerves, and something dangerously thrilling.
And suddenly, it all clicks. The little touches, the teasing, the subtle games of glances. They want you too. Just as much as you want them. And suddenly, you don’t know where to put yourself, realizing that your little act of pretending was hopelessly pathetic. They saw exactly what you felt. Of course they did, how could they not? Even an enemy crew would have spotted it from a hundred miles away, how obvious you were and …
“Wow,” Robin murmurs, standing so close to you that you hadn’t even realized she’d approached. “Take a deep breath for me, okay,” her hand is soft on your cheek and you force yourself to listen. “We didn’t mean to scare you, we just wanted to be honest with you.” Then, lower, “We need to work on Zoro’s approach technique,” so playful, with a little laugh.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” you manage to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. Your cheeks burn, your pulse hammering. The idea… it makes your stomach flip in a way you’ve never felt before.
Zoro leans slightly closer and his hand brushes near yours. They are both so close to you now. “Hey… it’s okay,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to say anything fancy. Just… what feels right for you.”
Robin tilts her head. “Nothing has to happen tonight if you’re not ready.”
Your lips part slightly, heart racing. You’ve never… you’ve never done anything like this before, and the thought makes your tongue feel heavy in your mouth. “I… I’ve… never–” you barely manage to say.
Robin smiles softly, reassuring. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “We know. We’ll be gentle. We just… want you, with us.”
Zoro’s hand finds yours lightly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “No pressure. Only what you want. Only what you’re ready for.”
Your heart is pounding so hard it feels like the ship itself is rocking too violently. Their words strangely soothe you, and a warmth stirs in your stomach. A warmth that’s been there for a while, melting the last bit of your hesitation.
A small, shaky breath escapes you. “Okay,” you murmur, finally, voice trembling but certain. “I… I want that.”
So they brought you to their room. Your hand still in Robin’s, she guides you to the bed in the center of the room as the door clicks shut behind you. As you settle timidly onto the bedspread, you notice Zoro leaning against the door.
You lift your gaze to him, unable to help yourself. He looks so relaxed, his back pressed to the wood, arms crossed over his chest. And his eyes. His eyes are sharp, following every tiny shift of your body.
The tilt of his head is almost lazy, but you can tell he’s paying attention to everything. The way your thighs press together, the way your breath stutters, the way you can’t quite hold his gaze for more than a second without wanting to look away.
Robin sits down beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping softly. Her fingers brush your knee before she leans in, her voice low and warm against your ear.
“Let him stare,” she murmurs, a little amused. “He loves watching.”
Heat rushes up your neck immediately, blooming across your cheeks. Zoro’s mouth curves into a slow, knowing half–smirk. And god, it only makes your blush more.
Robin touches your jaw lightly and guides your face toward hers. She gives you a moment, a tiny pause, before her lips touch yours and kisses you. Slow and soft. Her lips are so soft against yours and you can’t stop wondering if your lips feel as soft as hers, if she notices how you are shaking a little bit, if she likes the way you kiss her back. You almost feel shy about it, but then her hand cups your cheek, and she sighs softly into your mouth, and it melts that insecurity right out of you.
When she parts her lips just a little, you feel the faintest brush of her tongue, just a tease, just enough to make the kiss wet, warm and a little messy. It sends a shiver straight down your spine.
You exhale against her, helplessly. You want more. You lean in without thinking, chasing the softness of her mouth, the warmth she offers so easily. She smiles into the kiss, slow and sweet, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.
Robin doesn’t stop at your lips. She trails soft kisses across your cheek, then the other, then lower along your jaw, down to your neck. Her eyelashes brush your skin as she moves, tiny fluttering touches that make you shiver and smile. It’s so gentle it almost feels innocent… but your body reacts instantly.
A small, helpless moan slips out when she kisses just under your ear. Your skin prickles, goosebumps rising everywhere. You’re so sensitive you can hardly breathe.
You don’t even realize Zoro has moved until you hear his voice closer, deep and amused.
“Hey… can I get a kiss too?”
You look up at him, flustered, your breath shaky. “Y-yeah…”
He steps closer, until he’s towering over you both. He plants his hands on either side of you and Robin, caging you in, and with the shift of the bed and his weight leaning forward, you and Robin fall gently onto your backs.
Zoro follows you down, bending toward you first. His kiss is soft like hers, but with a little more pressure, making your lips part without thinking. Then he turns his head and kisses Robin, slow but deeper.
When he comes back to you, he kisses you again, just a bit deeper than before, but still so careful, like he wants you to feel safe under both of them.
Zoro’s lips leave yours slowly, and leans toward Robin. She tilts her head up to him, meeting him halfway. You watch them sharing this slow kiss. There’s something tender in the way Zoro cups the side of her face, something calm in the way she smiles against his mouth.
And seeing them like that, so tender with each other, makes you want them even more. Your hand lifts toward Zoro without you even thinking. Your fingertips brush his chest first, then rest there, feeling the firm warmth beneath his shirt. He makes a low sound in his throat, quiet but pleased, and your fingers start to explore on their own, tracing the lines of his muscles, the heat of him under your palm.
At the same time, your other hand drifts toward Robin. You don’t even realize you’re doing it until your fingers slip lightly into the ends of her hair, playing with a soft strand, feeling its silkiness between your fingertips.
Zoro's hand quickly grabs yours, slightly surprising you. Zoro’s lips leave Robin’s. He tilts his head, a teasing smirk curling his lips. “What are these fingers doing?” he murmurs, his voice low and playful. A soft, almost innocent laugh slips from your mouth before you even realize it, light and nervous. Your cheeks warm immediately.
Robin’s gaze flicks toward you, and her smile comes first through her eyes, warm and captivating. She leans closer, and gently nudges her nose against yours and a quiet laugh escapes you again. And when she kisses you once again, it is more teasing, feeling her tongue right away, something more intimate.
And Zoro leans closer, his hot mouth on your neck this time. His lips feel heavy on your skin, and then on your collarbone. You can’t help the moan that slips into Robin’s mouth.
His hands travel too, and you feel his fingers resting lightly on your hip. His lips press barely over your chest, precisely over your nipple, and that makes you arch toward him, your hand instinctively gripping his hair as you moan his name into Robin's mouth.
“Mmm… yeah, so good,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. Then he hesitates for just a heartbeat, looking up at you with a mix of curiosity and care. “Is it… okay if I keep touching here?” His hand drifts higher, hovering over your chest.
You feel the red rising to your cheeks, but you whisper a yes, breathless, heart hammering in your chest so fast you are afraid he can feel it.
Then you feel his mouth wet on your shirt, his warm tongue brushing against your nipple. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you can’t help but feel shy at how flustered you are.
One of his hands slides under your shirt to cup your other one, and the touch sends a shiver through your whole body. Every nerve seems alive and you feel your body reacting so intensely to this new contact that you can hardly focus on anything else.
You glance at Robin, overwhelmed, and she leans in to peck your lips softly. “Yeah… it’s good, huh?” she murmurs. “Zoro is really good with his tongue.”
Her words make you shiver all over, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding through you.
And then you feel your t-shirt lift, Zoro's lips tracing your body from your navel to your breasts, and then the tip of his tongue teasing your nipple before he puts his whole mouth on it.
You can’t help it, a sharp gasp escapes you, and your voice comes out before you can think. “Fuck… Zoro.”
Robin leans closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice low like a secret you shouldn’t be hearing. “Mmh… that’s right,” she purrs. “Look at you,” she whispers, her lips ghosting along your neck, a tiny laugh slipping out, giving you another kiss.
“You’re really enjoying that, aren’t you?” She keeps going, almost mocking. “All flustered and helpless while Zoro works on you.”
You bite your lip, nodding slightly, unable to speak, your chest rising and falling with the heat of Zoro’s mouth and hands on you. Robin smiles, almost smug, like the little devil on your shoulder.
“Do you… want to feel more of his tongue?” she asks slowly, deliberately, letting the implication hang in the air. “You know, really… let him explore?”
Zoro pauses, looking at you both, eyebrow raised, curious. You’re so overwhelmed by his hands and his mouth that your mind races, imagining where else he could go. Without thinking, you nod, cheeks burning.
Robin laughs again, soft and approving, and Zoro’s smirk turns teasing. “Hey, stop trying to bewitch her,” he says, his voice low.
Robin shrugs casually, as if it’s no big deal. “I’m not bewitching anyone,” she says, still grinning.
Then she leans in slightly, eyes locking on yours. “Now… you need to tell Zoro what you want. Otherwise he’ll think you’ve been bewitched,” she teases, her words playful but firm, giving you no choice but to speak up.
Your knees tremble, breath catching, but finally you nod, voice barely above a whisper: “I… I want you, Zoro…”
Zoro’s eyes darken, a slow smirk spreading over his lips. “Yeah?” he teases, fingers pressing a little more firmly against your hips. “Tell me… what do you want me to do?”
Your voice catches, but you manage, heart hammering: “I… I want… your mouth… on me…”
Zoro’s smirk widens, leaning closer to your ear. “Oh, that’s what I like to hear.” Slowly, his mouth drifts down your torso, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Finally, he pauses at the edge of your shorts, and then murmurs, “Here.. baby?”
You hum, making your stomach twist in the best possible way, not really knowing if it’s from anticipation or from his baby. Why is it so hot when he says it ?
His hands slip inside your shorts and slide it down your thighs. He follows the curve of your thighs, silently asking you to open your legs for him. Your knees going weak, you open your legs, showing how wet you are. He growls when he sees your wet panties. And then he let one hand drift forward, between your legs, making you shiver.
Robin caught your chin and kissed you deep. “Let him touch you,” she whispered against your lips. “He’s been wanting to.”
Zoro’s fingers pressed gently against your panties, right over the heat pulsing between your thighs. “You’re already soaked,” he muttered. “I barely touched you.”
You made a tiny, helpless sound as you felt the air hitting your skin when he pulled your panties down slowly. His finger slid through your wetness, this time bare.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “She’s warm.”
Robin kissed your shoulder, her hands roaming around your waist. “Go slow, Zoro.”
“I am,” he said even though his breathing was anything but calm.
His fingers circled your clit in slow, deliberate movements that made your thighs tremble. You moaned as your head tipped back against the blanket.
You couldn’t hold in the sounds anymore. Soft and needy whimpers escaping your lips as Zoro pressed a finger inside you. Your walls clenched around him immediately, tight and desperate.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Robin… she’s already gripping me so hard.” His thumb continued to play against your clit for a moment before you felt his tongue.
Robin tilted your face toward her with two fingers under your chin, making you look at her even as Zoro kept working you open.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Is he really making you fall apart this fast?”
You couldn’t answer — your legs were trembling too hard, Zoro’s tongue drawing slow, deliberate patterns that made your whole body feel like it was burning from the inside out.
Robin smiled, smug and sweet. “Poor thing… you’re doing so well for us.”
Your hips lifting into his mouth makes him groan against you, vibrating through your skin.
“Fuck… you taste so good.” His tongue moved in devastating slow circles around your clit. Your thighs tighten around Zoro’s head and he gently presses them open again. “Easy,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. “Let me work.”
Your fingers clawed blindly at the sheets, but Robin’s hand was right there. Your hand curled into hers as another moan ripped out of you.
She looked down at you with a slow, knowing smile. “That good?” she asked, tilting your chin toward her with a single finger. Robin watched you fold under him, her voice a soft, wicked hum. “Let him open you… you’re almost there, aren’t you?”
Zoro’s grip tightened on your thighs, holding you exactly where he wanted you, his mouth relentless. And all you could do was cling. Cling to the sheets, cling to Robin as you were shaking.
He groaned against you, his tongue working you even harder. “She’s close,” he muttered, the words vibrating right against your clit. “So fuckin’ fast…”
Robin’s hand slid into your hair, so warm on your head. Her gaze was soft, but her smile was sharp. “Already?” she teased. “You’re really not used to being touched like this, hm?”
You tried to answer, but Zoro’s mouth sucked at your clit and your voice dissolved into a strangled moan. “That’s it,” Robin whispered. “Don’t hold back.”
You didn’t even have the choice. Your whole body tightened all at once. Pleasure flooded you in hot, uncontrollable waves, your back arching off the blanket as a sharp cry escaped your throat.
Zoro groaned as you came around his finger, your walls squeezing him so hard he had to grip your hips just to keep you still. “Fuck– that’s it,” he growled, almost proud. “Good girl. Ride it out.”
Robin kissed your jaw, your cheek, your lips, soothing you through the aftershocks. When the shivers finally eased, Zoro slowly pulled his fingers out of you, glistening with your arousal.
“Hmm, so pretty,” she said, rubbing her face against your neck. “You’re good?” she asked, cupping your face.
“Fuck… yes I am,” you sigh, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. You hear their laughter, and without realizing it, you’re smiling along with them.
Robin laces her fingers with yours and brings your hand to Zoro’s hot chest, his muscles tensing with each breath he takes. He met her eyes. “Your turn to taste,” she said softly and she guided your hand to Zoro’s waistband. “Now let’s show you how good he feels inside you.”
But at her words, you freeze. Not because you didn’t want him. But because your first time still scared you.
Robin noticed before you even opened your mouth. “Not tonight?” she asks softly.
You swallowed. “I… I don’t think I’m ready for… everything.”
Robin’s smile was warm, and almost proud. “That’s perfectly alright.”
Zoro pulled back just a little. “We’re not rushing you.” His voice is reassuring. “We can stop right here.”
You shook your head quickly. “No– I want to… just not that part yet.”
Robin brushed a kiss against your forehead. “Darling. You give as much as you want. Nothing more.”
Zoro added with a smirk, “Besides, there’s other things you can help with.”
Robin scoots back, and Zoro takes the chance to position himself between her legs, as if it’s the only response to that. “Come here,” he says and you grab his hand, letting him help you pull yourself up onto your knees.
Almost automatically, your lips meet his, and this time your kiss is more sensual. His hands cup your soft face, giving him control over the kiss. He slips his tongue in, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth.
Your hands can't help but roam over his body, his shoulders, his biceps that flex with every movement, his firm pecs, his slim waist. And then one of his hands guides yours down to his pants, and to his erection straining against them.
"Fuck," you say almost instinctively, and you can't help but look down at where your hand is.
He lifts your chin so you'll look at him. "You're gonna help me get ready for Robin?" You nod, cheeks burning. "Good... then."
He takes your hand and plunges it into his pants, and you realize he's wearing nothing underneath. This realization almost makes you dizzy as you touch his cock for the first time, his fingers curling over yours, over himself.
His hips shift slightly, pressing more firmly against your hand, and the heat radiating from him makes your body respond almost on instinct. Your fingers trace the contours of him. Every breath he takes sends a shiver through you, and when he leans closer, his lips brushing your neck, you can’t help but moan softly. His hands move with yours, guiding, controlling.
“Just like that,” he murmured. “Good girl.” Zoro leaned back a little, thighs tensing, breath coming out through gritted teeth. His head dropped for a moment before he looked up at you with that dark, hungry gaze that made your stomach twist.
“Hmm, let me see,” Robin says, and for a few seconds, you almost forget she’s there. With one hand, Zoro pulls down his pants just enough to free his cock, giving Robin what she wants. “Hmm, look at how hard he’s getting for us.”
Zoro’s cock twitched in your hand, thickening steadily as you stroked him. Your thumb brushing over the sensitive head made him hiss, his hips lifting just slightly to meet your touch.
When he was fully hard, Robin shifted, sliding beside you on the bed. “Now,” she said softly, “watch us.”
You nodded, and you watched her help Zoro take off his pants completely and then guide him onto the bed as she climbed onto his lap with graceful confidence, straddling him. Zoro’s hands immediately gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into her skin as he guided his cock to her slit, sanking her down onto him.
She takes off her little dress in the most graceful way possible, letting the delicate fabric fall to the floor near the bed. Your eyes widened as Robin arched beautifully, tilting her head back.
Instinctively you approach her, wanting to touch and be closer to her. “Hey,” she says, her hair falling over her breasts. "Are you here to give me another kiss?" she teases you again and again, but you just nod before kissing her.
Zoro groaned at the sight — a low, animal sound.
You pulled back slightly to breathe, face flushed, and Robin kissed down your neck while you watched Zoro thrust up into her.
“Don’t stop kissing her,” he ordered, voice rough. “You look good like that.”
You kissed Robin again, deeper this time, needy, while she rocked on Zoro’s lap, her moans melting into your mouth. Zoro’s hips snapped up, harder, and you felt her gasp against your lips, her body arching. Your hands traced the curve of her back, feeling the tension and heat radiate through her, and for a moment, you both pulled back just enough to catch your breath.
Robin’s gaze flicked toward Zoro, teasing, and a small, mischievous smile curved her lips. You could see the way they moved together, the rhythm of their bodies.
Zoro shifted slightly on the bed, his gaze flicking toward you with that familiar mischievous smirk. “Come lie down next to me. You have to see her having her moment.”
You didn’t hesitate long, sliding closer until your body rested against his warm and solid body. Robin was moving with so much confidence, every motion like a tease, every gasp and moan drawing your attention.
Zoro’s eyes flicked toward Robin, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “You are putting on a show Robin ?”
Robin laughed softly. “Well, I have to make it worth it,” she said, arching gracefully, every movement deliberate.
You felt your cheeks heat up, and whispered shyly, “Being with you is always worth it.”
Zoro let out a low chuckle, and both of them exchanged a soft, “aww,” in unison.
Then Robin leaned down, pressing her lips so gentle on your mouth. “You are so, so cute,” she murmured against your lips.
She keeps riding Zoro some more, and you let your head next to his shoulder, letting him put his own softly on yours. Lost in the moment, your hands wander once again over his chest. You plant soft kisses along his cheek, his neck, and his collarbone, and he guides your head with gentle hands, passing his fingers through your hair, stroking it softly, a sharp contrast to the way he fucks Robin.
Your gaze drifts lower, following the line of his torso, appreciating the curve of his abs, the playful shadow of his happy trail. You grow bolder, letting your lips and fingertips explore, your lips tracing his body, even lower. He hums low in appreciation, his hands guiding you closer to where they are connected.
And you feel drawn to both of them, wanting to taste them, feel their warmth on your lips, just like Zoro did for you earlier. They let you explore at your own pace, slowing down their movement a little. You pause for a moment, simply to admire the way their bodies move together, their fluid clinging to Zoro’s happy trail. And your lips brush lightly on his cock, the part that isn’t inside Robin, and you can feel his muscles tense under your touch. Slowly, you let your attention drift upward, following Robin’s movements, and let your tongue move a little higher until you reach Robin’s clit.
“Fuck… good baby,” she says. And you want to be a good baby again, so you press your lips against them, a little messy, making it hard for them to move properly, but they don’t care, they let you.
Even if it’s just a taste, it’s so good, and you moan, your fingers gripping the flesh of Robin’s thighs. Her hands join Zoro’s on your head now, as if she wants to guide you, helping you be a good, fucking baby.
“That’s it, just like that,” she murmurs, and you feel a shiver run through you, Zoro’s eyes darkening as he watches.
And you grow quickly flustered, wanting more. You’re not sure if you said it out loud, but Robin lifts a little higher, letting Zoro slip free for a moment and your lips are already on his cock, licking his shaft. Zoro groans loudly, choking on his own spit, and you are tasting Robin in a way, her wetness still clinging to his cock.
When you take his tip entirely in your mouth, you are surprised by its weight against the roof of your mouth, and by how salty it is on your tongue.
Zoro exhales sharply, one hand clutching the sheets, the other resting lightly on your shoulder. His chest rises and falls unevenly and you feel the heat of his gaze on you, so intense.
You take the tip into your mouth for a moment, letting your tongue explore every fold along his shaft. You hollow your cheeks, feeling the slick warmth against your lips and tongue, and you’re surprised by just how much of your spit you’re producing.
“Okay, okay…” and yes, his voice is light, as still euphoric from the sensation of your mouth on his cock, a hint of laughter on his tongue. “Robin too, I know she wants it as well.”
Robin’s hands guide you exactly where she wants. “Baby…” she murmurs, “Come on… don’t be shy.”
You swallow, nodding, and tentatively press your lips to her, letting your tongue explore lightly, clumsy at first. Robin groans softly, a gentle encouragement, tilting her hips toward you. “That’s it, baby… just like that. Mmm, yes…”
You trace her folds, tasting her for the first time, unsure of the rhythm. Your lips press against her clit, and your tongue teases her gently. Robin moans again, her hips pushing more insistently into your mouth. “You’re so good… such a good baby… mmh, don’t stop.”
You let your hands wander over her thighs to steady yourself, feeling the heat of her skin under your touch. Each time your tongue hits the right spot, she shivers and moans, whispering little praises, her voice thick with desire.
Her encouragement makes you bolder, despite your clumsiness, pressing kisses and licks along her sensitive folds. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop, baby… you’re perfect.”
You hear Zoro’s low, approving groan beside you, and it sends a shiver straight through your body. “Damn… look at you,” Zoro murmurs, eyes dark with desire as he watches you explore her.
“Such a good baby,” Robin murmurs again, maybe teasing, and the way she arches into you makes it impossible to resist pressing a little closer, tasting her more boldly.
Robin shivers violently, hips pressing insistently against your lips, but then she freezes, gasping, fingers clutching your arms. “Wait… I’m close,” she whispered with need. Her eyes flutter between you and Zoro. “Zoro… finish me out… please.”
Zoro doesn’t hesitate. He shifts, gently helping Robin down onto the bed so that her back rests against the soft sheets. Her legs bend slightly, giving him full access, and she lets out a soft, anticipatory moan.
You move closer, pressing yourself against her side, wrapping your arms around her, holding her tight. Your lips trail along her neck and shoulders, brushing soft kisses over her warm skin, and you feel her shiver beneath your touch.
Zoro leans over, bracing himself with one hand on the bed. Slowly, he pushes inside her, filling her completely, and a low groan escapes his lips. Robin gasps, her hands gripping your arm, encouraging your kisses, murmuring soft pet names. “Baby… yes… just like that… mmh… don’t stop…”
You’re not even sure which of you she is talking to, but you don't stop. Your nose stays buried in her neck and your mouth never leaves the delicious, sweet skin there. She trembles against you, moans growing louder as Zoro sets a steady rhythm.
“Give her a kiss,” Zoro murmurs, “She won’t finish without one.”
You obey instantly. Your hands slide over her sides as you pull her closer, hugging her tightly before pressing your lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
Zoro leans over you both, his hands bracing on the bed on either side of you, guiding himself into her slowly. The sight of Robin in your arms, your mouths pressed together, makes him groan, his eyes so unfocus .
At first his rhythm is slow and deep, every thrust deliberate, as if savoring the way she melts between you. But little by little his pace begins to quicken. The room fills with the sounds of his low grunts and Robin’s breathless gasps.
Her arms suddenly wrap around Zoro’s neck, pulling him closer until he’s nearly pressed against both of you. You can feel his warm breath against your cheek as he keeps moving inside her.
The three of you are tangled together now. His pace quickens, “Fuck– fuck–” His voice sounds so good against your ear. Zoro’s movements grow rougher for a moment, his breath turning uneven. A strained groan escapes him as he buries his face near Robin’s shoulder, his grip tightening on the mattress beside you. His body shudders, and he stills for a brief second, breathing hard.
Robin clings to both of you, her arms wrapped around Zoro’s neck while she presses closer to you at the same time, her forehead brushing yours. Her breath is warm and shaky against your lips.
“Don’t stop…” she murmurs breathless. Robin’s body shivers violently in your arms, hips pressing desperately against his, back arching with need.
You keep kissing her, stealing her breath for a moment, until she reaches her peak. Her grip tightening just enough, a long, ragged moan spilling from her lips, her head falls back, tilting away from you, and every gasp and moan leaves you desperate to taste her again.
Zoro moves first, his lips pressing against hers before yours can, his tongue already in her mouth, pulling her closer, letting her taste him in a way that makes your chest tighten. Then he kisses you too, deep and hungry, and you can’t help but to moan against his lips, already melting.
After your kiss with Zoro, your face burns hotter than ever. It’s like your appetite, your desire, is waking up all over again, making your stomach twist and your cheeks flush. You can’t help it and hide your face in the crook of Robin’s neck, burying yourself against her warmth.
Robin lets out a soft laugh, brushing her fingers through your hair. “Aww… look at you,” she teases, her voice gentle but full of amusement. “You can’t really act shy after all the things you just did,” she murmurs. “Or… is it your crush for Zoro coming back?”
You stiffen immediately, a strangled little gasp escaping you, red, you are so sure you are red. “Hmm, Robin…”, you murmur, half a scold, half a whine.
Zoro chuckles too, resting his chin near your shoulder, giving you little wet kisses at the back of your neck.
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