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Robin sipped her tea serenely, basking in the warm glow of dawn. It was nice out and she intended to make the most of it.
She looked over to her book again, closed and perched atop the side table next to an empty plate long since cleared of stray crumbs. She was tempted to try to read it again, but there mere thought sent another wave of pain to radiate through her head. Sighing, Robin placed her tea down and subtly checked her temperature with the back of her hand.
Warm.
A frown marred her face. This cold of hers wasn’t waning in the slightest, in fact it’s gotten worse. For the past week she has been waking up with a sense of impending doom, but she hadn’t wanted to mention anything to the crew. An early night it will have to be then, that should hopefully help.
“Are you alright my dear Robin?” Sanji asked, back bent so his worried face was lowered into her periphery. She gave a weak smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.
She passed off her empty plates to him gladly, politeness written on her face. “Quite alright thank you, Sanji.”
The man beamed at her, worry gone but not forgotten as he asked if there was anything he could do for her. She giggled and shook her head. “I think I'm going to retire for the evening, do have a nice night.”
She got up without waiting for his response, cradling her book to her chest as she meandered back to her shared room with Nami. After slipping into her softest pair of pyjamas she collapsed onto the king-sized bed, sinking into a pliant mattress. Nami’s scent lingered on the pillows and Robin took a gluttonous sniff, burying her face into it.
Nami smelled good, it was a fact she had always been distantly aware of. But what was once a passing observation had now become something borderline obsessive. Unwillingly her nose sought for Nami’s scent, just as her eyes prowled around a room to catch sight of that lovely orange hair.
A development that would have been fine should they not now share a bed. Robin was not one for self-consciousness, but she couldn’t help but feel like she had to give the young woman space, paranoid that she could somehow sense the desire that rolls off Robin like waves–wild and untameable. She had even taken up going to bed early and waking up even earlier, which couldn't be helping her cold at all.
Robin closed her eyes but she couldn’t sleep, her drifting mind dragged back to earth by a quick stab of heat that radiated down her centre. She groaned quietly, tensing instinctively and trying to roll her body in line with the sensation to rid it of the pain. It didn’t work, and like a punishment she was pushed to the mattress by a crushing molten heat, thick and heavy as it flowed through her veins.
Nami’s smell became almost overbearing, smothering Robin’s senses as she gasped wetly against the pillow. Her mouth watered at the tangy sweetness, teeth aching in her gums to bite into something. She numbly brought a hand up to her mouth, gliding her fingertip across her teeth. Her finger nags on a fang; long, thin and curling and new.
She panted, gulping around the lump that was forming in her throat. Those were the typical fangs of an omega, something Robin was not. Suddenly every book on secondary genders flashed across her mind, their printed words scrolling by so quickly into a literary mush that made her head swim.
Presenting at the age of 30 was unheard of, borderline preposterous. A medical marvel she had no opportunity to study because it hurt. She curled in on herself, grinding her teeth through the pain.
The door to her left opened, and Robin hissed despite herself. She tried to push herself up, but weakened under the shocked stare of Nami. Her arms gave out from under her and she could only lay there and pant as Nami rushed over, that gentle hand of hers carding through Robin’s dark hair before landing on her forehead to check her temperature. Robin moaned softly at the contact, the wetness that had already been slicking between her thighs now distractingly noticeable.
“Robin! Are you-” Nami’s nose twitched, and her eyes widened even further. She slapped a hand over her nose, cheeks flushed but worry still bent her eyebrows. “Are you in heat?! I didn’t know you were an omega!”
Robin huffed softly, trying to calm her features despite the panic climbing up her spine. The molten heat churning inside her was getting more intense, teetering on the edge of painful and about to take the plunge. She was not equipped for this at all. “It’s okay," she panted, "I didn't know either.”
“I’m going to get Chopper-” Nami stood up quickly, but Robin’s hand shot out to stop her, grabbing her wrist tightly. Robin is a lot stronger than her, and something sickeningly satisfied curls in her chest.
She felt delirious, looking up at Nami with lidded eyes, smoldering blue latching onto every delicate feature placed perfectly on that pale face. Robin tugged Nami towards her, sending Nami tumbling forward, knee landing unceremoniously between Robin’s thighs.
“Will you stay with me?” She whispered. Nami’s eyes searched hers, for what Robin didn’t care to know, just watching intently for even the subtlest of nods.
She got it, a tilt of the head that set a fire blazing in her chest. “Of course.” Nami said softly, palms sitting on Robin’s shoulders to brace herself up against the bed.
They stared at each other for a moment, Nami’s delicate eyelashes fluttering as her brown eyes darted across Robin’s flushed face. They were so close that Robin’s chest, heaving from her heady gulps of air, kept brushing against Nami’s stomach.
Tentatively Nami reached down to brush Robin’s cheek with the pad of her tumb. It sent electricity rushing down her body and a breathless moan slid off her tongue.
Nami was looking at her so softly it made Robin feel weak.
Robin gripped her hips almost desperately, softly yanking Nami from her steady position stood between her legs. Their mouths crashed together, not slightly elegant as Robin attempted to steal the air from her lungs to cure the burning ache in her own. It didn’t work, but it was a near thing.
Nami’s hands wandered up to stroke through Robin’s hair, fingers curling tightly when Robin’s tongue pries her lips apart and licks the roof of her mouth. She’s struggling to keep up, Robin could tell and it made her feel unjustly smug. Whatever Nami had done before would become a shadow compared to what Robin could make her feel, a newborn urge goading her to touch Nami everywhere she could reach.
Her hands found the softness of Nami’s ass and her fingers instinctively flexed, jerking Nami’s hips to fall onto Robin’s naked thigh and grind hard against her clothed crotch.
Nami gasped, their mouths weren’t touching now but neither of them moved, breathing in eachothers air, condensation forming on their cheeks in damp patches. “What do you need?” She asked breathlessly. Her hands were still tangled in Robin’s hair and Robin hoped that they had knotted it.
“Anything you’d be willing to give.” Robin murmured, voice tenderly low if not a little on edge.
Nami nodded seriously, slinging her arms around Robin’s neck to drag her close again. The room was quickly heating up, but even then it felt like a cool breeze against Robin’s blazing skin.
Robin whined, a sound so unfamiliar to her ears she almost hadn’t realised it came from her . Nami giggled and Robin smiled coyly against her lips. Slipping a hand up Nami’s shirt, Robin explored her smooth skin, tilting her head down to rest in the concave of Nami’s collarbone.
Nami tried fruitlessly to press closer, gyrating her hips down to get some friction on her aching cunt but to no avail. Robin didn’t mean to tease her, but she just made it so fun, enough so that she could ignore the sweat starting to pool at the back of her aching neck.
Frustrated, Nami flung her shirt off and pushed Robin back onto the bed. One of her bra straps was falling down her shoulder and Robin couldn’t look away, her face now curtained by Nami’s long flowing hair. She summoned another pair of arms to help Nami shuffle her jeans off, chuckling again when Nami enthusiastically threw them behind her to return to kissing Robin even faster.
Robin whined into it, leaning her head to the side after a more forceful thrust of Nami’s hips hit her core. Sticky pleasure was covering her from head to toe, making each touch seem electric. Nami ducked down to pinch the skin of Robin’s neck with her teeth, fangs beta blunt yet promising.
Robin growled high in her throat and flipped them, landing Nami to lay flat on her back. Robin crowded her into the bed, panting into the beta’s neck. It looked so tempting, laid out ready to be bitten. The image of red blooming against the paleness of Nami’s skin made her skin go taught.
To distract herself she started to trail downwards, giving the odd nip when her teeth ached in her mouth too much. It was a temporary reprieve that seemed to come back only moments later and mount on top of the last painful bout.
“Robin!” Nami whined, spreading her legs to accommodate her. Keeping one knee propped on the mattress she dropped her other foot to stand on the floor. It kept her balanced and allowed Robin to trail her lips all across Nami’s body.
Their hips met and both women let out ragged groans. Nami’s hand flew to grip Robin’s shoulder, and Robin, desperate for even more contact, slid a hand underneath Nami’s back to unhook her bra.
Nami indulged her happily, throwing her bra to join the rest of her clothes piled in the corner. Normally Robin would try to take things slow, warm Nami up with heated kisses before going for the main course, but her body was craving something so much more, begging to dive between the warmth of the younger woman’s thighs.
Robin pushed her cute panties to one side, keeping a finger hooked to keep control of the angle of Nami’s hips. She let her breath linger slightly against sensitive skin in one final teasing action before she couldn’t take it anymore.
Nami tasted as sweet as she smelled, nectar dripping from her weeping cunt and saturating Robin’s tongue. She moaned around it, faintly suckling at the skin of her folds before diving back in. “S-shit!” Nami squealed, hands flying up to fist the covers. Her back arched into Robin’s touch which made her feel ever hotter, so hot she could melt into the floor.
Absentmindlessly Robin rocked her hips down, frantically searching for friction of her own. She didn’t want to take a single hand off Nami’s body, deriving way more pleasure from keeping her pinned and wanting with every supple touch to her heated skin.
A slender hand trailed down to Robin’s head. This time those manicured fingers didn’t dig themselves between the dark strands, instead they started petting Robin’s head in an encouraging, almost comforting motion.
Robin dragged her eyes upwards, drifting up the long length of Nami’s sweaty body.
Their eyes met and Robin almost sobbed. Nami’s face was flushed a beautiful pink with her eyes glazed in pleasure. Her mouth was tilted upwards in a warm smile, parted slightly to let out whiny little moans.
Robin was no blushing virgin, that threshold long since stepped over, but this softness was uncharted territory and she could already feel it bring her to teeter on the edge. Nami’s little whines goaded Robin on as she continued to lick up Nami’s wet folds.
Nami’s hand stuttered when Robin wrapped her plump lips around Nami’s clit and suckled. The body underneath her trembled as she gave the odd kitten lick, moving her whole head to lathe at the fluttering pussy that was turning a rouge pink from the attention.
A deep and sudden need to satisfy her partner overtook Robin. It was so new, so overwhelming and Robin wanted to indulge in it all, lose herself in the blaze wracking through her and lay over Nami’s receptive body, squeezing as much pleasure out of her as she could and leave her fulfilled.
A glutton for comfort, Robin would drink in every drop of affection Nami would afford to her, dying for it.
“S-so good!” Nami gasped after another flutter of Robin’s tongue. Robin hummed around the praise and tilted her head to get a new angle, earning her an appreciative moan. A hand that had been playing with Nami’s chest gave one last stroke of her nipple before slinking down.
“Hng-!” Nami’s body jolted slightly when Robin’s finger circled her entrance. Robin smiled against her and slipped the middle finger inside.
Nami’s own hands darted upwards, gripping the bed sheets for dear life. Robin rested her cheek on Nami’s shaking thigh to watch with hazy eyes how her pretty pussy made her long finger disappear. The slide was so easy it made Robin lick her lips to chase the faint taste of slick that still lingered.
Robin added a second finger and Nami was making such pretty noises Robin couldn’t help herself and leaned up to start kissing her neck, her chest, her collarbone, anywhere she could reach.
Nami trapped Robin with her arms, grinding their chests together, Robin’s silk gown falling off her shoulders to expose her bare breasts. Those arms wrapped around her drag Robin closer, crashing their lips together in a messy slide of their tongues, both wet with saliva. Robin’s newly dropped fangs caught on Nami’s lower lip, drawing a ragged whine from her throat.
Curling her fingers after each thrust, Robin smiles against Nami’s cheek when her head rips away to open her mouth in a silent scream. She speeds up, setting a brutal pace and chasing each drawn out moan that she can pull out of Nami’s mouth.
Robin was desperate for contact on her own aching cunt, which was begging for attention and weeping wetness all down the inside of her thighs. But her mind was too hazy, stuck in a swirling pool of want that made it difficult to focus on anything other than bringing Nami more pleasure.
She grinded on the heel that was propped up on the bed instead, rocking against it in time with the thrusting of her fingers. She contemplated using her devil fruit to bring them both there quicker, but there was no way she could use it in this state, not when it could possibly mean taking her hands off Nami to do it.
Nami was breathing so hard now, her core tensing and legs trembling. Robin dropped down to smother Nami with her body, pressing her chest against the sweaty skin of her stomach. She nipped at Nami’s chest, earning her the sweetest choked sound, so sweet Robin swore that she could almost taste it on her tongue.
That coupled with one final crook of Robin’s fingers had Nami coming undone, her head flinging back as she nearly screamed. Robin worked her through it, whining low in her throat as she watched her body trash through the crashing wave of pleasure.
Her cunt, now positively throbbing, brushed slightly against her shifting heel. It was just a light touch, barely enough to be considered actual contact, but it still sent her tumbling over the edge with a sharp moan.
She went boneless and fell onto Nami, keening into her neck as she tried to grab hold of her senses.
Despite her release the desire running beneath her skin was not dampened in the slightest. Like gasoline to a fire it grew into something nearly unbearable. Robin panted, her hips squirming down. Nami nudged her knee to wedge it between the apex of her thigh and Robin grinded up and down it mindlessly.
“Please,” she begged, for what, she had no idea, “please, plea- ah- se, Nami!”
Nami hummed with a smile and flipped them over. She shut Robin’s babbling up with a sweet kiss, peperring more over her neck and her hand slid under her silk gown. Much to Robin’s dismay she passed over where she was aching most to caress her chest, licking her neck as she used her other hand to hitch it down over her hips and past her legs.
With Nami’s mouth so close to her neck Robin was trembling, arching her back and angling her head away to expose her unmarked neck. But Nami didn’t brand her, only taking a long indulgent sniff behind her ear before moving down her torso.
As Nami kissed her chest her hand strayed down, leaving a branding trail of icy fingertips in her wake. Her hand cupped the back of one of Robin’s legs and hiked it onto her right shoulder, keeping a firm hand staunch on Robin’s thigh. She slid her hips to straddle the other leg, bringing their cores flush together.
Robin hadn’t even noticed how wet she was, her cheeks blazing as the coolness of the room made her shudder, the pool of slick coating the entirety of her inner thighs. Nami cupped Robin’s cheek with her palm, watching the way Robin’s eyelids fluttered when she started rocking her hips.
They fit against each other naturally, their skin sliding together in a blissful friction that made Robin crave more and more.
Robin leaned into Nami’s hand, lips brushing against the lines of her palm as she moaned loudly. The slide between them was orgasmic, made wetter from Nami’s earlier release and the copious slick still pouring out of Robin.
Drool was starting to accumulate around Robin’s gums but she was too busy moaning to be able to gulp it down. It started to drip down her chin and onto Nami's palm, smearing it all over her cheek as her head thrashes from the deliciously slick movement below.
Nami slapped one of her hands, now wet with spit, down on the bed to brace down next to Robin’s head, and Robin could feel the way her fingers gripped the covers. The wet friction of their wetness gliding together was loud in Robin’s ears, reverberating around the room and making her cheeks feel hot.
She reaches up and claws up at the arm positioned next to her head, holding on for dear life as Nami relentlessly rolled her hips. Her peak was on the horizon again, quickly approaching.
It approached even quicker when Nami kissed the inside the ankle posited on her shoulder, only withdrawing after giving it a little nip.
“Mor- mhm! More!” Robin begged, sobbing as yet another gush of wetness sent them slipping against each other. Nami’s growl devolved into a weak moan. She pressed forward pushing even more of her weight down onto the bucking hips below, nearly bending Robin in half.
“I missed you!” Nami sighed, voice caught between a breathless gasp. “Oh, Robin, I missed you so much! I-” She was cut off by a particularly direct hump that made them both arch towards each other.
Nami threw her head to the side as she admired the way Robin’s eyes went hazy, drool still sliding down her chin, knocked from her bottom lip with each bump of their hips.
The contact of their clits rubbing together was like morphine, chasing away the aching pain that had been blooming deep in Robin’s abdomen. She felt so hot she thought she was going to set their bedsheets on fire, her core burning up and tender to the touch.
Nami leaned down to kiss her, but Robin jerked her hips up, sending Nami tumbling down to press her mouth down on her neck. Robin didn’t want to let this opportunity go to waste and held Nami’s head close to the trapezium of her neck.
“B-but!-” Another gasp was knocked off her lips when she circled her hips down. “But I’m a beta, I don’t think it’ll w-work- hah-”
“I don’t care.” Robin growled, pulling Nami’s hair to bring her closer to her neck, nearly right where she needs her, just a little more! “Please, Nami.”
Nami shut her eyes and groaned at how sinful her name sounded spoken by Robin like that. Her mouth parted without realising and at the same time her hips stuttered she bit down long and hard.
Robin screamed, hands scrabbling to grab at Nami’s ass o drag her closer. Her leg quivers, now held high in the tight grip of Nami’s hand, and with one final sloppy grind of their puffy cunts they both cum.
Robin kicks her leg away from Nami’s hand and wraps it around her waist, ensnaring her in a cage of sweaty limbs, unable to escape as she bit down on that supple neck she had been admiring earlier.
Nami shook through her release, not taking her jaws out of the column of Robin’s neck. She pushed their hips together the entire time and didn’t pull away until small whimpers started clawing at Robin’s throat.
She subtracted her mouth, giving small licks as she pulled away. She nosed Robin’s cheek, to which the older woman leaned into, stroking long locs of orange hair behind her ear. Robin looked so beautiful spread out on their shared bed, Nami almost couldn’t believe this was all real.
“You okay?”
Robin hummed in response with her eyes closed. She still felt sweaty, and her temperature hadn’t lowered all that much, but the comforting weight of Nami at her side took some of the edge off.
“Getting this bed was the best idea we ever had.” Nami sighed happily as she fell backwards onto the mattress, smoothing her hand over the expanse of soft cotton that was bunched by her naked hip.
“It had been my idea.” Robin bemused, giggling when Nami pouted at her. They both leaned in for another kiss.
Already Robin was throwing a leg over her hips to straddle her. Nami didn’t complain, smiling up at her as she caressed her waist. “I love you.” She confessed quietly.
Robin’s heart did flips and smiled as well. “I love you too.”