Shells Town was doomed. Doomed from the ever-corrupted Captain Morgan and his stupid ass son, whose name Seraphina couldn't even bother to remember. She had been here for a bit over a year, more than she planned, and maybe a bit too long given how the corruption had gotten even worse. Her land lord had risen the rent to cover Morgan's taxes. Even if she liked to keep her home minimal for convenience of traveling, Seraphina only had one job and would need to get another soon to support the growing rent; that or move on to the next village. She probably should, she did promise her mother to travel the world then return to her duties when she was satisfied.
The light blue haired woman wiped down the restaurant table as thought back to how she came here. She chose this Sea, the East Blue, because she heard it was the mildest of the Blues. Not many pirates, not much commotion. Good. But then here she was, paying taxes to a corrupted Marine official. Maybe should go to that Baratie place that was still hiring, she had heard that it paid well. Hm, then again, it was on the sea. Damn, why does she even stay here?
"PHINA-CHAN!" a high-pitched voice called over the restaurant noise. A small brunette poked her head from out of the kitchen and immediately Seraphina's question was answered. She stayed for this cute little human. The young child bounced out from behind the curtains blocking the sight of the kitchen, her piggy tails moving up and down as the girl bounced. "Phina-chan! Order!"
"Alright, Rika-chan. I'm coming," Seraphina threw down her towel behind the bar as she finished wiping down the table. Snaking through the crowd, she made her way to the counter, picking up her dishes and served her tables. Returning to her real station, behind the bar, the bluenette cleaned up the just emptied spot of its mugs and snuck a quick glance at the clock- 10:28 at night. Oh thank god. Morgan's dumbass son won't come today.
Wood groaning under someone's weight had the bluenette turning back to her station. Instead of the once empty seat, there was now a green haired man, his three— three?— swords resting next to him, leaning on the bar counter. Huh, his hair reminded her of algae. Seraphina walked over, straightening her posture, her breasts lifting up as she did so. She wanted to get a closer look at the plant man. His gaze flicked over her, pausing for a moment on her breasts that were currently threatening to spill out of her corset, then finally coming up to meet her smirking lips and a raised brow. Oh yeah. She knew he was checking her out.
"Anything you'd like, swordsman?" the barista smirked, her gentle voice reaching the algae head's ears.
There were many things he would like, a few of which the barista could provide, but he settled on what would the most appropriate answer in this situation. "Just a mug of ale."
"Is that all?" Seraphina quickly scanned the swordsman. He was wearing a simple white shirt with a green belly warmer— how cute, it almost matches his hair— and a darker pair of pants, not to mention a dark green bandana tied around his arm. He had a look on his face that commanded attention, his aurora dominating everyone else's. But it was his eyes that mostly caught her attention, his eyes full of seriousness, a strong determination, and passion— ohhh….. how she liked his eyes. She set down a fresh mug of ale for him.
"For now," the man replied with a smirk, giving another glance over her tits.
Seraphina smiled and went back to her work, cleaning out some old mugs, although still sneaking small glances at the swordsman. All of which he noticed. "What's your name, swordsman? I don't want to call you that all night."
"Roronoa Zoro." He supplied with his own cocky smirk. Hmm, where did she hear that name before? Oh yeah! Now it makes sense! He was that new pirate hunter going around. He was quickly gaining his name. At least, in East Blue. "Yours?"
"Seraphina," the barista purred in her Grand Line accent, giving another look over the green haired man with her golden eyes. He was nice to look at. "Hmm… So what is a swordsman doing in this town?"
Zoro took in a deep breath. "I got lost."
Seraphina did a double take. A guy like that getting lost? "You're… lost?"
"Yes. I'm trying to get back to my village."
"Hmm," Seraphina stood flabbergasted. You're fucking joking, she thought. Maybe she could help him get back home. "Where are you from?"
"Shimotsuki Village," Zoro breathed out, looking down at his mug. Seraphina did another double take. Shimotsuki Village was not that far away, just about on the other side of the island, but the island wasn't that big to begin with. Okay, maybe a few days walk, but nothing too intense. How the fuck did he get lost?
"That's on this island, just maybe a few days walk northeast of here," Seraphina supplied to the unbelievably lost swordsman in a gentle tone.
"Ah," another voice cutting into the conversation, a voice which belonged to the restaurant's owner, Ririka. "And what are you doing in here in this village? Not just here to flirt with our bartenders and get directions, I hope?"
"Ririka-san!" Seraphina exclaimed, turning to face the mother of Rika who was currently grinning a teasing grin at the two. A light blush could be seen on both the swordsman and the barista. "I wasn't flirting, I—"
"Tell that to all the other men I've seen you bring back to your home," Ririka playfully admonished, while Zoro raised his brow at this sentence.
"Ririka-san!"
Ririka laughed, heading back into the kitchen area, getting ready to clean up and shut down the kitchen. She called out over her shoulder, "You can leave earlier today!"
Ah, Seraphina had almost forgotten. She had told the owner that she was leaving soon. For real this time. She wanted to travel the world and traveling the world requires, well, traveling. Ririka had given her a little extra time to pack away her few belongings before she left tomorrow. Seraphina turned to Zoro who looked as if he was getting ready to leave— holy crap, he drunk his booze fast—, his coins resting on the countertop. This was when Seraphina made a decision that would unknowingly lead her on the greatest adventure she would ever lead in her life time; she was going to fuck the green haired man before she left this corrupted town. "I get off in half an hour if you want to wait."
Zoro paused, his hands just about to pick up his swords when he turned back to the bluenette with a smirk on his face. "I thought you'd never ask."
That's all she needed.
The rising swordsman returned to gathering up his swords, heading out the door to preferably to wait for her outside, lest he get lost. She shook her head. He's hopeless. Seraphina quickly cleaned her station, anxious to start her night with the sexy swordsman. Once finished with the last of her duties, she gathered her last belongings from behind the counter and left without saying goodbye to the owner and her daughter. She never really was very good at farewells. Heading out into sleeping village, the now former barista looked for the green haired man.
Bingo.
He was leaning against the building, arms crossed and face blank. The bluenette finally took notice of how tall he was, just about a head taller than her, enough for Zoro to be able to rest his chin on her head if he so wished. Zoro turned at the sight of her, another one of his soon to be famous smirks gliding across his face.
"Zoro," Seraphina purred, rolling the 'r' and straightening her posture to push her breasts out a bit more. "Why don't I lead you to my place?"
Zoro glanced down, then back up to her eyes with a grin on his face. "Lead the way."
And so she did with the plant man trailing just behind her, letting herself swish her hips a bit more to let her skirt sway with her steps. She hoped it was getting his attention. As she reached her apartment building, she struggled to unlock the door— she was awful with keys— and was reassured with a firm grip on her waist and a gentle bite on her ear lobe. His affections were met with a sharp intake of her breath. He was so forward.
"Sera," the man purred, "I'm getting impatient."
Seraphina snickered softly. He was going to be a fun one. "We're almost there. Patient is a virtue."
Zoro growled. Oh, how it sent shivers down her spine. The door swung open, showing her possession-bare apartment building to the wandering swordsman. The former barista led him, showing him to the bedroom after closing her apartment door. The walls were bare. Although truthfully, they had always been bare; she had never bothered to personalize her temporary living space. The only things that were there were her few bags leaning against the bedroom wall stuffed with her clothes, her jewelry, and the money she had worked for.
"Going somewhere?" Zoro nodded towards the bags with a raised eyebrow.
"Tomorrow."
He kept his eyebrow raised.
"Don't worry about it," the woman said, beginning to strip down. "Let's just focus on tonight."
Zoro nodded, furrowing his brow, thinking of something. "What are the rules? How do you want it?"
Oh. So straight forward. Seraphina looked up from her stripping, her corset already off and her skirt getting ready to go. She paused for a moment, thinking on what she really did want. Hm… what was she in the mood for? The woman looked over her partner for the night— unknowingly the rest of her life—, scanning his body for what would best suit him and her mood. She glided over to him, running her long nails down his shirt, gently tugging on the clothing. She leaned in close. "Rough."
That was all the swordsman needed. He pushed her down on the bed, tugging her skirt off, only slightly pausing when he realized she was just wearing a thong. She really did do this often. He continued from his small shock— he really should have expected that— to start working on her shirt. Unbuttoning the white blouse to reveal her bare, perky breasts, Zoro started nipping on her left breast, rolling her right nipple in his fingers. He was rewarded with her moan, a deep sultry moan, heat pooling in her lower regions. It was the kind of moans Zoro likes. Her fingers danced across his abdomen, reaching lower to pull off his shirt.
"You're far too dressed, Zoro," the barista pouted. And he was, he hadn't removed anything— except his swords, but that didn't count. "Come on, I wanna see those muscles of yours."
He complied, temporarily leaving her embrace to remove his clothing despite his wanting to touch her more. The young man, finally free from his clothing, moved back into his hostess's arms, quickly slipping his fingers deep inside her, prepping her for his member. Seraphina hissed, not expecting him to move so quickly. She said rough, and Zoro was going to give it to her. He looked over her face, making sure she was still okay. The feeling of his eyes over her body causing the bluenette to shiver under his gaze.
"Ready?" The swordsman questioned, still moving his fingers inside of her. This session was going to be a quick one. She didn't mind though, she needed to wake up early anyway and who knows what Zoro had to do.
She nodded, preparing herself for Zoro. It wasn't as if he was the biggest she had ever seen, he was a decent size, although a bit more girthy. No, it was his force, his thrusts, she was preparing herself for. She could tell in the way he moved, the way he talked, that he was a man of power, strength, force, and oh was she right.
The swordsman wrapped his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs for him to get better access to her heat. He wouldn't get to explore all of her body tonight, but if he ever met her again— which he would, but he didn't know that at the time— he would take his time with her. The woman who called herself Seraphina with that odd accent was a thing of beauty, that he knew, and someone had to acknowledge that fact and tonight it would be him.
Seraphina moaned her loudest as her partner thrust deep within her for the first time. She started praising the stars under which Zoro was born, thanking them for bringing the said man to her. Zoro started to speed up, his thrusts becoming ragged and random, varying in depth. His partner didn't mind. She just liked how he stretched her, spreading her wider than she had ever been, moaning and panting under his straining form as he pounded into her most sensitive spots.
She came first, quivering under his still thrusting form, moaning his name and scratching at his back like an animal. He followed her not shortly after her, grunting as he came. When he finished, the green haired man collapsed next to her, turning on his side so he could wrap his arms around her. Sitting up slightly, she pulled the covers over their naked forms, reveling in the after math of their sex, and turned off the lights.
It wasn't until she was drifting off on the gentle clouds that was sleep that she realized the lone swordsman never kissed her. Seraphina didn't mind though; he wouldn't be here in the morning and she would never see him again. She need to leave, to keep traveling, for the ocean was calling her name. And she must answer.
So, I actually don't know if I'm going to change this to a SanjixOcxZoro or just keep it ZoroxOC. Feed back would be appreciated.