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Robin's jaw twitched in reaction as Sanji sang apologies to her, begging for her forgiveness after a book was lost on Robin's tumble into the ocean, his fault of course, for the second time that very day. She gazed into his eyes accusatorily, glaring at him as he flinched away and tried his best to soothe her. She glared him down into a puddle on the ground, his form shrinking and shrinking further down into the deck as her stare only intensified on him. Luffy had earlier been under her scrutiny for knocking her into the ocean just that morning, a vintage poetry book getting lost amongst the waves, and he shuddered to think of what kind of aggression Sanji was receiving after he had accidentally done the same thing.
But, Robin remained poised and proper, as she always did. Even if she was upset, her glare was the only pointed thing about her. Her hands were poised neatly infront of her, her jaw tight but her smile unwavering as she glared down at a scampering away Sanji who was, most likely, going to attempt to fix this with the one thing he deemed himself good at: preparing food.
Nami watched from her spot on the lawn chairs, leaned backwards with her sunglasses dipped down her nose, watching Robin's sea-water wet form as she dripped across the deck. She walked past Nami, who watched with closeness as she passed, arms crossed over her chest as she disappeared below deck to dry off and change for the second time that day.
When she resurfaced, she leaned over the edge of the deck's railing to look into the sea, a last ditch effort to attempt to see the book she had lost over the ship's edge. She sighed melancholically, leaning on her arms as Nami stood and joined her, bumping into her on the way.
Robin jerked out of the way of contact, brows pinched down in anger as she turned her way towards Nami. Nami grinned, catlike and knowingly, as she settled beside Robin who did her best to maintain her usual calm exterior, but Nami knew better.
Call Nami the Queen of Rage, if you will. Someone who knows anger so well that finding it's pieces on someone else is as easy as pie. The slight twitch of Robin's brow, the upturned corner of her lip trying to hide a frown, the way her hands shake in front of her as she does her best to maintain her composure. Nami can see it, and see it well, that she's pushing buttons on Robin's calm exterior to get to the meaty, fleshy insides that are blanketed in anger from a day gone so bad.
"Bad day?" Nami questioned, mostly teasingly, as she looked up at Robin. She watched the full body shiver that racked down her body, trying to keep it together as Nami pushed and pushed, leaning in closer and getting into Robin's space to look up at her. Batting lashes, playful smiles, teasing and sinful gazes trying to rile her up further.
"No, just some… misplaced energy." Robin replied as she took a step away from Nami, who followed to maintain closeness between them. Robin frowned then, seeing what the other was doing, and huffed out through her nose as she looked down at her. "You are not doing this to cheer me up, are you?"
"Not in the slightest~" Nami sang, leaning in ever closer until Robin grabbed her by the back of her head, taking a handful of her hair and yanking until she was out of Robin's personal space. Nami whined out loud, something long and drawn out as she was forced out of Robin's space. She leaned in closer, trying to continue the charade, but Robin held firm and kept Nami away form her.
"You really want to do this? To me of all people?" Robin questioned, voice taking a deeper and darker turn that had Nami shivering in return. She nodded as best she could, head bopping ever so slightly as Robin tightened her grip and started leading her away fro the ship's edge. Nami whined dramatically, putting on a show of no's and pleas for mercy as Robin guided her down and into their shared bedroom, a space made for the entire crew to cuddle up and maintain their closeness.
The big, circular mattress stood at the center of the room, pajamas laid out on one edge for Luffy and Zoro to change into come the night, so they wouldn't roll into a freshly made bed in dirty clothes. Robin circled around the mattress, passing the laid out clothes to where Franky's overstuffed pillows laid, and threw Nami by her hair against the veritable walls of fluff. Nami gasped in retaliation, an 'oof' parting her lips upon contact with the overstuffed things as Robin followed up behind her.
"You want to upset me, is that what this is?" Robin questioned as she undid the top button of the shorts she'd changed into, fingers finding the zipper and doing it down slowly to Nami's awaiting gaze. Nami shuffled ever closer only to get grabbed by her hair again and yanked backwards by a tan disembodied arm that kept pulling and eventually held her in place by her pristinely curled orange hair. "You know, I'm not well known for showing off my personal emotions. You bring that out in me, Navigator."
Nami grinned fiendishly at the comment, taking it as a compliment. It had been nice, knowing that she herself as the only other woman on the crew often prompted Robin to be far more open with herself and her feelings, an array of emotions often hidden behind a light smile and squinted eyes. Seeing her now, brows pinned down and together in a frown, glaring at Nami as if she'd personally wronged her. Which, well, she might've with her actions earlier, playing in a way that was purely malicious.
"I'm happy to help, Robin."
"You're not helping." Robin pointed out, glaring with finality at Nami as she reached forwards with her attached hands, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and yanking against the hand in her hair.
She grabbed the center of her collar in one hand, pulling and yanking until the fabric of her shirt split at it's strongest part and Robin could yank and yank until it was split down it's center, the material stretched thin and pulled off her body to expose her breasts to the sun-warmed bedroom air. Nami grinned, kicking her legs out and catching Robin in the thigh and making her huff aggravatedly.
"You should relax, or I'll make this far worse for you." Robin chided as Nami just chuckled, arching her back out against the hand still tightly gripping her hair. She spread her thighs almost playfully, jerking when one of Robin's hands came down and smacked her harshly in the chest.
"Ow—! Robin—"
"Oh shush, you're being dramatic."
"I am not! That hurt—"
"Then shut up and stop fighting me. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Robin questioned, poising two arms off of the sheets near Nami's hips. She tucked her fingers harshly underneath the waistband of her jean skirt, pushing beneath her panties and rubbing against her pussy in a rough drag that had Nami gasping. "I didn't know my anger was so desirable."
Nami looked up at Robin with a bit more of a flustered expression, Robin's fingers working against her momentarily before popping the button and zipper of her skirt form the inside. Robin squeezed the tight fabric down her hips and thighs, worming it down her legs before Robin tossed it over her shoulders and into the expanse of the room behind her. Nami sat back, legs splayed open beside her as Robin approached, easing in closer much like that of a snake looking to strike. She looked down at the red splash against Nami's chest, skin irritated by Robin's earlier slap against her an shimmering slightly in the dim light of below deck.
Robin placed a knee on the mattress' surface, grabbing Nami's thigh in her hand and petting over the wide array of colorful freckles. She had nice skin, patterned by the sun in ways only Nami could be patterned, and Robin reveled in the squish of her flesh from being so well fed she had no choice but to properly round out. She leaned in ever closer, other hand coming to Nami's over thigh and squeezing to get a better feel of her.
"That's it?" Nami questioned as she looked up at her through black-painted lashes, leaning her head forwards in an attempt to pull against Robin's grip. Robin tightened the hold of her formed hand, yanking Nami's head backwards so suddenly and roughly that she was sure Nami's head was spinning.
"You're always so desperate for more. You're spoiled rotten, Ms. Navigator, we always give you what you want." Robin chided as she drove her hands up Nami's thighs, the formed hands at her hips trailing up in a slither that cupped her breasts and grabbed harder at her skin. Nami winced at the squeeze, which Robin watched and just squeezed harder as Nami whined out a low sound.
Robin used her own attached hands to thumb at Nami's clit, feeling it out beneath the surface of her skin and pressing against it to get a keen to erupt from Nami's lips. She leaned forwards again, placing both knees on the mattress' surface and finding herself poised between Nami's thighs.
"Are you sure you want this?" Robin asked with finality, a question that would surely change the dynamic set aside for them. Nami just sighed sweetly, looking up at her and nodding her head. Nami usually didn't go for rough treatment of herself, which was a shocker for how rough she usually treated Sanji. She was a princess, she got pampered, she was a thief, she got away with everything.
Robin's demeanor changed immediately, anger returning to her features as she gripped Nami's hair and yanked her head backwards, watching her closely before those two hands that gripped her breasts trailed up further and grabbed her throat in a double handed squeeze, stealing the breath from Nami's lungs. She took her attached hands off of Nami's body, returning to her own crisp shorts that she'd just put on only the hour earlier to tug them down her hips and free her cock.
She urged forwards suddenly, grabbing Nami's hips again and pulling her in closer and closer. Nami whined breathlessly, a loud sound strung out through the air that was like music to Robin's ears. Her thighs spread ever further, allowing Robin in close and she worked her cock against Nami's wetness. She lubed her cock up purely with Nami's spilling juices and pushed in before it could dry, easing her cock head past Nami's fluttering walls and deciding to hell with it. If she was going to play angry, she might as well get rid of all this excess energy and display it in a way Nami so desperately wanted.
She cocked her brow, let a smile split across her features, and pushed in one sharp thrust that had Nami gasping and tossing her head back. Robin yanked on her hair harder, pulling her head back and gripping her throat tighter. She set a punishing pace, thrusting hard into Nami's tight heat and grunting with the work it pulled out of her. Robin huffed through her nose, leaning her head back ever so slightly so she could look down her nose at Nami.
"Is that what you wanted from me?" Robin questioned with a smile, looking down at Nami. She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, unable to form words from her airways being cut off and unable to heave in a deep breath to speak enough words to satiate Robin's terrible desires. "What? Too ashamed?"
Nami shivered beneath her, thickened thighs shaking as Robin picked a punishing pace to continue thrusting into her. She moaned lowly in her throat, glaring down her nose at Nami's prone form as she pistoned her hips back and forth, feeling along the ridges and grooves of her insides that gripped Robin's cock so deliciously.
"R-Robin—" Nami wheezed, and Robin let go of her throat for her to roughly intake a large breath of air. She looked down, continuing her thrusting, and smirked at her as her head bobbed against the rough grip of Robin's fist. Her body bounced against Robin's punishing pace, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as she leaned back on her own hands. She heaved for breath, taking one big intake of air before Robin gripped her throat again tightly and shook her by it.
"What? Can't speak? What's the issue, cat burgular?" Robin chided, breathing hard and harsh against the sex-heated air. She removed one of her hands from Nami's throat to slap her hard across the face, Nami gasping again and shivering as the redness bloomed across her cheek. Robin watched the trickle of blood as it came from Nami's nose, dripping down her lips, painting the white expanses of her teeth red.
"R-Robin—" Nami tried again, huffing and puffing as she looked past her own breasts and up at Robin. The taller of the two just smirked and cooed, trying to usher Nami on to speak more and string together sentences that had no business being spoken. Robin squeezed harder, pinching her throat with her free hand before it came back down to grasp her double-handed around the neck.
Her attached arms grabbed Nami's hips in a tight vice, pinning her in place and thrusting harder against her, the smack of flesh filling the silence as Nami whined loudly, barely able to make any excess of sounds that could be formed as words. Robin continued, further and further, harder and harder, moaning as she drove her cock further into Nami's core and smacking wetness between them. She sat up higher on her knees, lifting up Nami's hips to match and keeping her pinned against the mattress. Nami went red in the face, nose bleeding further and dripping down her cheek as she looked hazily up at Robin.
"R-R—" Nami growled out, just a single syllable of Robin's name and tried to further express her opinion but unable to get the words out of her clenched tight throat. She whimpered and her eyes rolled back as she gushed against Robin's cock, leg kicking to express herself further as she couldn't get any words or sounds out through the chokehold Robin had on her.
Robin whined then, a low sound expressing through her throat as she thrusted a few more harsh thrusts before pinning her hips against Nami's and cumming hard inside of her, panting and squeezing Nami's throat tighter and shaking her by her hair before she loosened all her muscles, three created arms disappearing into a flutter of petals that laid against the mattress around Nami's head, painting a beautiful picture of Nami's flushed face and halo of curled hair.
"Are you alright?" Robin questioned after a moment passed, looking down to see Nami give her a thumbs up before leaning back onto the bed, smiling brightly and heaving as her chest bounced with every intake of breath.
"You're hot when you're angry." Nami provided after a passing of a few moments, Robin returning with a towel to wipe up her nose blood and the cum trickling out from between her thighs. She cleaned her up sweetly and efficiently, causing Nami to huff a little laugh out. "You should get angry far more often."
"You couldn't handle real anger from me." Robin responded with a little smile as she leaned Nami against Franky's fluffy pillows, tucking a blanket around her hips as she brushed the knots form her hair.
"I absolutely could!"
"You're more of a princess than Sanji is, and that takes a lot."
"I am not!" Nami immediately fought back, and Robin sighed happily as she looked down at her, smiling brightly as she watched Nami's cheeks redden and her eyes flare with a comforting and common anger.
"Ahh, and there she is. My favorite side of you."