Sunnybaby🌤

it was freezing. that was the first thing you noticed when you climbed out of bed and it nearly had you turning back around and retreating back under your blankets. you hugged your arms around yourself and exhaled as you crossed into the gulley. everyone was gathered inside, all hunched slightly together, all equally cold. all except zoro. who was completely shirtless, arms crossed over his chest like he was thinking. you tripped on the way into the kitchen and only sanji’s quick reflexes stopped you from biting the wooden floor and likely breaking your face.

“easy, love!” sanji gave you an amused smile, steadying you back on your feet before returning to the stove. you dropped your eyes immediately, realizing that shirtless zoro was becoming a hazard to your safety.

you tucked in besides luffy, glancing back behind you once more, and horrifically meeting zoro’s eye. he nodded once, though you swore there was the faintest smirk there. your heart rate leapt and you scrambled to greet him so it didn’t appear that you were just ogling him. again.

“‘morning…”

zoro nodded in acknowledgement. and then, startlingly, “you look cold.” he had meant it as an observation— a pathetic attempt to talk to you, carry on the conversation without seeming pathetic like sanji-

you opened your mouth to respond, unsure of why you were panicking.

“everyone is cold, but you, zoro!”

zoro inhaled slowly, tilting his head back slightly as he shifted, “seems like your problem…” you swore he glanced at you again, “if i had a coat, i would give it to you…”

your heart flipped and you nearly fell out of the damn chair. there was a cough from sanji and he muttered something that sounded a lot like pathetic. everyone else had been smart enough to grab a jacket, while you still wore your t-shirt. whatever sanji was making for breakfast smelled amazing, and the stove was warm so you stood to your feet and offered to help.

“can i do anything?”

“you can just stand there and look pretty, love.”

you shifted closer to the oven and sanji eyed you. he looked calculating at first, as if about to scold you for something. he took one look back at zoro and shifted his jacket off his shoulders, “put this on. you appear to be turning blue.”

you shrugged his jacket on with a content sigh, breathing in the familiar scent of you best friend and favorite cook in the world. cigarettes, cooking oil and something slightly sweet. it was entirely sanji. much warmer, and quite comfortable with an oversized coat hanging off you like a blanket, you returned to luffy’s side.

“did you make hot cocoa? i smell chocolate.”

sanji met luffy’s eager expression with only mild irritation, “i did, in fact. it was going to be a surprise, but there’s no fooling that nose of yours.”

“not when it comes to food!”

“there’s a hint of orange in it, straight from nani’s tree.” sanji sent nami a wink and she met it with a fond, incredulous smile.

you and nami were served first, and zoro— who had slid in beside you and caused your stomach to flip— smacked luffy’s hand away from your mug. you eyed him appreciatively and he looked away like it stung. you focused your attention on the plate of eggs and the still steaming cinnamon rolls, feeling your appetite decrease significantly.

“do you want me to throw him in the ocean?”

sanji removed the lit cigarette from his lips and eyed you, “moss head.”

you greatly considered taking one of his cigarettes for yourself just to likely choke on it and be temporarily distracted from—

zoro crossed the deck again, still shirtless and unbothered by the cold. the curse you had thought to yourself, you must have said audibly because sanji was now eyeing you with a smirk, “is that a yes, then? he would at least be cold enough to put on a shirt.”

you eyed him with a sharp look, to which sanji only laughed.

“aren’t you freezing?”

zoro glanced at usopp, as if he hadn’t even considered it, “could be warmer…”

“dude, put a shirt on! everyone else is wearing coats!”

usopp threw zoro’s discarded shirt— from when he had been working out this morning and you had luckily still been asleep or else risked falling off the boat entirely— and zoro caught it with a grunt. he pulled it over his head and eyed usopp blankly, “happy?”

“do you want me to throw usopp into the ocean?”

you snorted at this and immediately covered your mouth as every eye landed on you with a questioning expression. this only made you laugh harder and when sanji joined in, you couldn’t stop.

the entire crew now watched you with dumbfounded amusement, further pushing the theory that the two of you lived in your own world.

zoro eyed you from across the ship, not realizing his hand had moved to the hilt of his sword, or that he held a similar stance as he did before a fight. you were laughing like you had forgotten all about the cold, hand on sanji’s wrist, still wearing his jacket from this morning. he didn’t understand why he couldn’t be like that with you. he tried— he failed miserably. he should have gone and gotten his jacket this morning and given it to you. not just pointed out that you looked cold…

you had crossed the ship again, casting a final glance to sanji that made zoro’s hand twitch against his sword. he should do something… he should say something… he should stop being so damn indifferent and nonchalant about every damn thing. he had been the one to save you… he hadn’t even thought about it at the time— sanji hadn’t been there. you had thanked him, of course… you had constantly thanked him, actually. and your eyes were on him a lot— he had tried to play it off. convinced himself—

there was a hand on his shoulder and he flinched.

“zoro?”

you blinked up at him, head tilted slightly.

“what?” he looked as if he had just woken up from a nap, disoriented and slightly dazed.

“i asked how your scar was? the one you got from saving me?”

“oh,” he forced himself to get it together, pulling down his t-shirt sleeve slightly to reveal the now fully healed gash in his bicep, “good as new… can’t even feel it.”

you had felt so guilty. convinced it was some horrible thing he had happen just to get you to safety, as if he hadn’t been through worse than he would likely ever tell you.

“it’s nothing. really…”

you had nearly started crying when you felt the blood against your hand— this total stranger had saved you and was now bleeding because of it.

“really. i can barely feel it.”

you had stitched him up and sent him away with cookies that even sanji was drooling over. and those two things alone is what had luffy recruiting you to join his crew.

you eyed him skeptically, eyebrows lifted in a slightly accusing look.

“don’t worry about it. it was worth it to save you.”

the entire world spun out of control beneath your feet and you had the very sudden sensation of falling. your pulse skyrocketed and your stomach twisted in that way it always did around zoro.

you instinctively reached out to trace the slowly fading scar, but froze, before you made a fool of yourself. zoro eyed you, eyes shifting to your hand reaching for his bicep, “it’s okay.” he took your hand gently and placed it against his skin.

you fought the urge to pass out, as your thumb traced over his muscles in a way that made you forget that you had been freezing earlier.

“i’m just fine. you can squeeze it if you need further proof…”

he shouldn’t have said it— but the way your eyes lit up slightly at the thought made him fight back his own smirk.

you couldn’t fight off your own smile as you fought with every single sane sense of yourself to not speak—

“are you just trying to get me to feel your muscles, zoro?”

“are you saying you’ve never wanted to?”

your breath caught and for an insane moment you swore he was looking down at you the same way you looked at him. he held the faintest smirk, glancing down at you with a softer look than he had ever given anyone. you forced yourself to look away from him before you collapsed, and he slowly lowered his arm. you cursed yourself for being the one to look away, but truthfully your legs were shaking and you felt as though gravity was pushing you onto the deck of the ship.

“did i see you… touching his bicep?”

you covered your face and groaned, ignoring the snickers from luffy and nami.

“it’s not funny!”

“be nice to her. i think her crush on zoro is really cute.”

you shot luffy a glare and he grinned at you innocently— painfully unaware that your crush had snowballed and was now a full fledged avalanche, capable of taking out several villages.

“i think we’re way past crush, captain... a crush goes away. it’s been just over a month, and i think our dear paramedic is doomed.”

you didn’t bother glaring at sanji, because he was not wrong. you let your head fall forward on the table and sighed deeply– though it came out an awful lot like a groan.

luffy had his arm around you, walking much faster than everyone else in the front of the group. your head was on a swivel as you listened to luffy carry on about all the things he wanted to do while docked. you grinned over at him, playfully ruffling his hair beneath his hat, letting your arm rest over his shoulder.

behind you, zoro stumbled slightly and muttered a curse. sanji glanced over to him, failing at hiding his smirk.

“what?”

zoro’s tone was like venom, glaring at sanji as if he had insulted him.

“bit tense, there, moss head. your hand is on your sword like you’re going to attack our captain.”

“no idea what you talking about.”

sanji smirked slightly, keeping his eyes straight ahead, despite zoro’s murderous glare, “whatever you say.”

luffy glanced behind him, having stopped walking. you were still attached to him in a half hug when you turned to face the others.

“we’re going to split up now.”

“we are?” usopp stopped walking, only because he ran into the back of nami, who turned to face him with a sharp glare.

“we need supplies. and i want to see where gold roger was executed!”

zoro blinked slowly.

“more food and medical supplies. we will meet back at the ship…” luffy adjusted his hat and started walking, without another word.

you opened your mouth to point out that he should not be unattended, when nami grabbed your shoulder. she dropped a purse full of coin into your hand. “don’t let those idiots spend all of it.”

you smirked to yourself, glancing over at zoro and sanji. nami pointed to both of them in irritation, “and i charge interest.” nami nudged you once with a grin, “not you, though.”

nami disappeared with usopp, and before you could attempt to trail after luffy, you realized sanji and zoro were following you. you glanced over your shoulder and they both regarded you with a nod.

you held an armful of medical supplies, rolling your eyes slightly as zoro and sanji argued behind you. zoro was growing more irritated, while sanji was somehow getting taller and more tense. you cursed as sanji pushed zoro and zoro bumped into you slightly. you dropped an armful of gauze and syringes and cursed.

your sharp tone had caused the arguing to stop and sanji was mumbling apologies as he stooped to collect the rolls of bandages.

“i’ve got it, mosshead.”

“you’re the reason she dropped them.”

zoro gave sanji a sharp glare as he finished gathering the rest of your supplies. sanji held out his arms to offer to take everything you carried, but zoro stepped in front of him, eyes furious.

“you’ve done enough… i’ve got it.”

zoro took everything you had been carrying without another word and sanji mumbled something under his breath, eyeing you with the slightest smirk.

“what was that?” zoro didn’t bother turning around, though his tone was venom.

you put a cautious hand on zoro’s elbow and the tension evaporated. he glanced over to you, expression softening, eyeing you up and down as if checking if you were hurt.

“are you okay?”

zoro shifted his eyes away from you, neutral— and slightly irritated– expression returning, “i’m fine.” you frowned slightly. he was always so closed off and unreadable, though lately he had been different. he actually laughed around you and sometimes you swore he even had the faintest smirk when you caught him looking at you. but other times it seemed you had nothing between you— he would be quiet and nonchalant to the point of infuriating. your frustration built and you didn’t take your eyes off him as you yanked the medical supplies out of his arms.

zoro looked surprised— question and confusion on his face as you turned to sanji sharply, “can you take these to the ship?”

zoro opened his mouth to argue, cheeks turning slightly red. sanji had hesitated slightly, looking at you with a furrowed brow. zoro was reaching for the supplies again, preparing to yank them away from sanji, when you grabbing his wrist and yanked him after you.

sanji’s eyes widened slightly, understanding settling in. zoro’s eyes widened, looking truly frightened by you for a brief moment.

you said nothing as you kept his hand in yours and dragged him along behind you. zoro didn’t question you, or even attempt to pull his hand out of your grip. he just trailed along behind you like a damn fool, clearly holding no reservations about the situation.

zoro lifted his eyebrow as you stopped outside a pub. you let go of his hand and glanced over to him, said nothing, and opened the door and walked inside.

“what are we doing here?”

zoro irritation had completely vanished, and he now looked at you with mild interest, tone different than anyone else he spoke to.

“we’re getting a drink…”

at this, zoro smirked slightly and pulled the chair out for you. he tucked his hand into his pocket and you put your hand on his wrist, “i’m buying.”

“what? no you’re not— i’m not letting you pay for—“

you shot him a glare and placed a few berry on the counter. zoro reached forward in an attempt to grab it, but you flicked it to the bartender instead, who caught it with a faint smirk.

“roronoa zoro, you’re going to let me buy you a drink.”

zoro eyed you, eyes darkening just slightly at your commanding tone. there was a slight smirk on his lips as he glanced away from you, “yes, ma’am.” his tone was slightly playful and you shoved him.

zoro’s gaze fell to your hand on his chest, eyes widening just slightly, tensing just enough to make it obvious.

“do you want to tell me why you and sanji seem to be getting along even less than usual?”

you sipped the drink you had ordered, eyeing zoro with a small, knowing smirk.

“no idea what you’re talking about… i was just pissed off.”

you lifted an eyebrow, glancing at him over your drink. you never drank. you were a lightweight and you tended to have a loose tongue and even looser laughter.

“stop looking at me like that.” zoro looked away, jaw tensing.

“like what?”

“like you know something…”

you finished your drink and smirked slightly, “i like to think i know you a little… you say you’re pissed off, yet you’re perfectly fine with me.”

“yes.”

“when you’re pissed, you’re pissed at everyone.”

zoro lifted an eyebrow, slightly amused.

but it wasn’t completely true… he had always been different to you. even in his frustration and high adrenaline, his voice was softer with you— his words more careful.

“you say that like you observe me a lot…”

you glanced down, fidgeting with your empty glass. your pulse had jumped and your stomach rose to your throat momentarily. you breathed in slowly, “maybe i do.”

fuck—

zoro glanced over, eyebrow lifted, slight smirk on his face.

“i mean— not like that… i observe everyone—”

zoro’s eyes fell briefly, “ah..ha…” he tapped his bottle on the counter twice, working his jaw.

“zoro.”

“mm?” he didn’t look at you, posture now rigid.

“zoro…” you put your hand over his and he flinched.

“why are you fighting with sanji more than usual?”

“he’s an idiot.”

you eyed him and hummed, waving your hand for the bartender to bring you another drink.

“you don’t drink…” zoro eyed you hesitantly, eyes locked on you in anticipation.

“you say that like you observe me a lot…” you said it with his same tone— soft, slightly playful, not completely innocent.

zoro smirked against his bottle, eyes locked straight ahead, “maybe i do…”

you fought the urge to jump on him right then and there. your head was spinning, stomach twisting in a way that nearly had you falling off the bar stool. you reached for your glass but this time it was his hand that held you.

you met his gaze, your eyes wide, holding your breath. zoro opened his mouth to speak— closed it. looked away, reached for his drink again.

“truth for a truth?”

you felt the absence of his hand over yours like a gaping hole. your pulse reverberated through your chest, vibrating your very ribs. the tension in the moment hummed through the air like an obnoxious bug. you gripped the edge of the counter to keep your hand from shaking. you really weren’t sure if you were feeling the alcohol or just finally fully losing it in zoro’s presence.

“alright…” you tipped your glass towards him and he tapped his bottle against it with a faint smirk.

you eyed him, hand still on your glass, trying to keep your fingers steady. zoro watched you in silence, anticipating, clearly waiting for you to speak first.

“why are you and sanji getting along even less today?”

zoro clicked his tongue and inhaled, “i knew that would be your question.”

you eyed him again with an amused smirk, “answer the question…”

“pass.”

“zoro!”

“my turn.”

“you only get two passes!”

zoro smirked slightly, adjusting his hold on his drink, “why do you always bring the cook with you everywhere?”

what—

“i don’t always bring sanji—“

why did he care?

“because i think he’s my best friend.”

“only your friend?”

“that’s two in a row!”

“you’re not denying it…”

“he’s never going to be more than a friend.”

“and why is that?”

“it’s my turn.”

zoro eyed you and for a moment you felt the world flip completely. his eyes were burning into you— it was with such an intensity that you knew if you tried to stand up, you wouldn’t be able to.

“why are you wanting to rip sanji to shreds?”

“that’s the same question. you just reworded it.”

“not against the rules… only one pass left.”

zoro let out the faintest grunt and took another sip, “he got on my nerves.”

“why—“

zoro’s smirk had vanished and now turned to a furious determination that left your head spinning, “two questions at once. my turn.”

you found it hard to swallow— heart beating as if trying to break through your sternum.

you knew he was going to ask a follow up on—

“why did you send sanji back to the ship instead of me?”

“i don’t know.”

“not good enough…”

“zoro—“

“you grabbed me and dragged me here. not him. why?”

you tore your eyes away from him, fixed on the ground now— needing to look anywhere but him.

“because…”

“because what.”

“two— two questions at once…” the room had become sweltering. there was a thickness in the air that nearly had you grabbing for your throat.

“because what…”

he was daring you.

that intensity in his eyes burned like an unbridled inferno.

“what did sanji do to piss you off?”

“pass.”

you almost cursed, fighting the urge to cover your face with your hand and slump forward on the counter.

“why did you send sanji back to the ship and not me?”

“pass— why is it bothering you so much?”

“pass.”

“that’s your last pass.”

zoro’s jaw tightened, reaching for his drink that was now empty.

“why do you act different with me?”

“what—? i— what do you mean?”

“that wasn’t a question that warranted another question…”

“i don’t know.”

“bullshit…”

you turned to him furiously, this time your palm slammed down on the table in frustration. zoro didn’t even flinch— his smirk only grew, eyes drifting from his drink to you.

determined, intense, daring— almost like he was going to devour you.

“why do you keep asking about sanji?”

zoro’s grip tightened on his bottle and you swore it was going to shatter. his jaw was set like he was furious; that intensity dialed to one hundred, eyes set on the counter like he could burn a hole through it.

“why did you put on his jacket?”

“it’s my turn—“ you felt like the world had stopped abruptly and sent you crashing to a halt in a way that would give you whiplash or a concussion. his words were venom. spitting them out like they tasted bitter. there was an uncertainty there— a slight shake in his voice like he was trying to restrain himself.

you finally forced out words, feeling bile rise in your throat, stomach twisting, breath coming out in a shake, “what?”

“you still wear it… i saw you with it last night.”

“this is about jacket—“

but it wasn’t. you knew it wasn’t….

it couldn’t have been.

“this is about you.”

“me? i’m sorry— i—“

“i hate seeing you in that damn jacket.”

your blood ran cold and you stopped breathing completely.

“it’s ugly and it doesn’t suit you.” he was flexing his fingers around the bottle of sake, staring at them like he had never seen fingers, “you walked past me and you smelled like him and i wanted to strangle him.”

“wh—“

“you stand too close to him and you laugh too hard at his stupid jokes. he isn’t even that funny… and you put your arms around him like it’s nothing…”

“it is nothing—“

“it doesn’t look like nothing.”

you couldn’t breathe now— the room had started to tilt.

“are you jealous of sanji?”

zoro just stared at you. his arm flexed, his jaw tensed. his eyes burned darker than you had ever seen. his mouth twitched just slightly, hand shaking just slightly like he was physically fighting with something.

“zoro…”

“you say it first.”

“zoro—“

“say it…”

“he’s never going to be more than a friend. and he doesn’t want to be. and he knows why…” your voice shook, though you swore those words echoed across the entire island.

“why not?”

it was a dare not a question.

you just eyed him, panic building, nausea bubbling in your stomach, head spinning— you felt the world tilt as you stood to your feet, legs shaking slightly from the intensity of him.

your hands landed on his chest and you crashed into him. your fists tightened on the sides of his v-neck and his smirk only deepened. you stumbled slightly as your back hit the edge of the counter, dragging zoro against you in a kiss that was punishing. his mouth was on yours without hesitation; every unspoken word crashing into you like a tidal wave. you wanted to drown in him— chasing after him as he slightly moved away. his hands slid around your back, kisses turning messier and more desperate, like he wanted to kiss you every possible way before the night ended— like he needed you more than air. your hands found his biceps in an attempt to steady yourself, but the feel of his muscles flexed as he held you seemed to make your head spin further. you melted into him, swearing you were close to passing out— your fingers found his hair and zoro nearly snapped.

his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he melted into you, heat and desperation and passion. he pulled away breathless, eyes wild, face set in a new expression you had ever seen. he looked down at you with that same intensity, hand still around your waist, chest rising and falling like he had just ended a fight.

“truth for a truth…”

you panted against his lips, tilting your head up slightly to desperately taste them again.

“if i ever see you in that cook’s jacket again, i’m going to lose it…”

“i really want to kiss you again…”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

“i’ve been in love with you for a really long time…”

you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.

you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”

his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.

“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.

his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.

he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”

none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.

the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.

“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.

tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.

tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”

he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.

he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.

you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.

humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.

follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”

For the first part, they isolated Sphereites who were biologically immune to toxicity and then literally lowered them to the Ground in a special vehicle.

You all received a map and an area to investigate and establish contact with mutated humans to gauge if there's a possibility for collaboration or not. You, specifically, were sent to a Salt Marsh-like habitat. There's a big lake, which you assume it is also salty. It's interesting for you, because the sea is merely a legend in the Sphere - like most natural landscapes - and it's said to be the source of life itself.

How these humans must look? Like sea creatures? Your mind is still rolling when you see someone leaning on a rock, lower part fully inside the lake water. You know it's someone because of the very recognizable human-like torso and flowy blonde-blue hair. He is also clearly taller than the average Sphereite. Maybe he is 2,50 meters tall based on porportion? It's a vision, really. They seem to have noticed you too, as they turn their full body towards your direction.

"Uh... Hello?" You say, tentatively. Only considering that maybe they don't speak your language after you already did.

Their eyes analyze you, seemingly to take notion of your full frame. The expression is way too neutral for you to identify if they liked or not. You come closer to the lake margin and so does them.

"Can you speak?" You try again, hoping to get a reaction. This time, you do.

"How aren't you convulsing and vomiting blood on the grass out of intoxication?" It's a male voice. Gentle. Polite. Yet undoubtedly mean.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, but you clearly don't understand me. How are you still breathing? Most people like you can't survive the air... Or the water."

"About that... It's because I have some immunity to the conditions here. I can't explain details, because that's not my area of expertise, but it is strong enough to allow me to be here."

He nods. His neutral expression becoming amused. The expression of someone who found a toy.

"I suppose Sphere-dwellers have names too, no?"

"Ah, yes! I'm [Name]. It's very nice to make your acquaintance." You offer a toothy smile.

"A pleasure to meet you, [Name]. I'm Tamsy."

You repeat it tentatively. You supposed he would have a more unique name, but you're sure you have met a couple of Tamsys in your life. It's a common name on the Sphere. This brings him closer to your heart in a way. You're lost in thought until he starts to talk again.

"Not your area of expertise... What is your area of expertise then? Judging by your clothes and curious behavior, I take you're a scientist?"

"Correct... I study genetics and reproduction."

He raises a brow and although, he clearly has two functional, human-like arms, he raises a tentacle out of the water and move his hair out of his eyes, brushing it behind his ear... A fin-like ear.

You need a moment.

"Octopus?" You ask him, blinking, unable to contain your curious mouth. "Squid? Nautilus?"

He chuckles.

"None of those. I am a human being..." He gestures to his upper body, clearly human - and beautiful. "I think I am closer to a Mermaid, well a merman, than an octopus."

You nod, then avert your eyes. Your head is full with questions and he can clearly see it.

"Come on, ask away what you want to know."

"How does it feel? Would you say you're closer to humans? Are you the only one or is there others like you? How do you reproduce? Have you ever done it?"

He laughs, he can't help it. You're weirdly cute. Emphasis on the weird, but instead of sassying you as he should, he plays along.

"There is others like me, in the sense of mermaid-like, but I have never met another tentacle-bearer. So, I would say I am the only one." He looks back at you, analyzing your form now. "Are you the only one like that too?"

You look at yourself, trying to understand where is he getting.

"Like what?"

"Hmm... Like... " A long tentacle slides off the water and slowly wraps around your middle. It squishes you a little and the cups on your skin tickle rather than hurt. "Cushioned."

Oh. OH. It suddenly brought a small frown to your face.

"No, not really. My type of body is common on the Sphere, although, there's many others."

It's also slow the pace he brings you towards him, another tentacle comes out, helping the first one, when he realized you were a bit heavier than he is used to carry.

"I like this... Your form." He moves you around on his tentacles, testing the fluffiness of your thighs, belly, chest.

"H-hey... You can't touch me like this without permission, you know?"

He blinks.

"Permission. That sounds logical, I think." He brings you close to his face. His beautiful face with the most interested gaze you have ever felt. A gaze that made you feel naked. "Will you let me touch you?"

"..." That wasn't even fair. "Y-yes."

He smiles and immediately offers.

"You can touch me back if you want. I can see you're also curious about my body."

You shyly smile back.

"Okay, but... Can I take this off? I don't want my only clothes to get wet..."

He returns you to the margin of the lake and you remove most of your clothes, except your underwear, and secure them inside your bag, hanging from a tree where it won't get wet.

"I'm ready!" You open your arms like someone who is waiting for a hug.

Truth to be told, it was supposed to be both exploring each other, but once you got your hands on Tamsy, you couldn't help yourself. You touch the skin of his chest, the texture of his hair, the softness of his face and even his tentacles.

You touch one by one. Fingers caressing the cups and the wet skin of his tentacles. He touched you too, here and there.

"Your body is so interesting." He whispers. His human-like hands also touch you. Explore you. "Is it fine if I taste it?"

"Taste? You're not gonna bite me, will you?"

"Only if you want me to." Tamsy kisses your hands up to your arm. Then your shoulder and neck. Your neck is also where he slides his tongue, circling against your skin.

"Tamsy... This... This is good..." You can't help it. You moan, you melt. It feels good to be touched by him, to touch him. The water under you is warm enough to make you feel comfortable. His hands and tentacles are openly groping you. Chest, thighs. One human-like hand cupping your pussy. Its slender fingers sliding inside your underwear, exploring the soft skin.

"Do you still want to know how my reproduction works?" He asks, close enough to your ear.

"Y-yes." It's all you can say, not helping but grinding on his hand.

"Will you surrender yourself to me?" He pulls away his hand as soon as you nod and the next thing you feel is a tentacle in the middle of your legs. But it comes to the surface enough for you to see. This tentacle is different from others. It's colored like the other tentacles, but it's thinner, although still thick enough. Just like you touched his whole self, you also touch this tentacle. But unlike the other times, he hisses. "It's kinda sensitive..."

"S-sorry..." You bite your lips and nod, trying to touch him more gently this time. If it's just like a human's... Does it mean it would be good if you...? You don't let yourself think much about it. You bring it close to your mouth and give it a tentative lick. It's understandably salty, yet, still have something unique.

"We're more similar than... Expected." He moans on your ear, way needier than he could allow himself to be. Two of his tentacles, support your weight while another one slowly inserts itself a little into your cunt. A hand cups your breast, playing with your nipple, the other, equally plays with your clit, tapping it lightly to tease you, way more familiar than one could expect with a non-mutated body like yours.

The more he fucks you, the more you suck him off and there's a point where you both are twitching in need. Your both hands slide on his tentacle loving the sensation of it throbbing into your mouth.

"[Name]... If you continue like that... I won't be able to hold back..."

You find yourself craving his cum, although a minute ago you weren't even sure if he could. You increase your ministrations and is rewarded with his essence dripping into your tongue. You have little time for enjoying your prize, as the pace between your legs is fast now and hitting your clit mercilessly. The orgasm rips through you and you see stars.

He raises you out of the water, barely giving you any time to recover. His mouth goes straight to your clit and his special tentacle slide into your hole.

You were feeling so overstimulated that for some time, you forgot where you where, who you were. All you could think was about Tamsy and his delicious ministrations.

"W-wait... I just came... I can't..."

"You can stay in a salty, toxic lake for an hour with no consequences whatsover. You can cum a couple of times more."

And you did. He dragged out of you more cumming to the point you were exhausted. He placed you on the margin, trying to be the most gentle he could. He also kept company to you during these moments.

"When you're recovered... I want more, [Name]."

"No... R-Really?"

"Yeah... Really."

"Does that mean you would be willing to... Help us to make more babies?"

"No."

"No?"

"But I would gladly impregnate you."

°─────────── TMY ────────────°

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