Will too. I'll eat it all by myself and make you watch.
[Okay, wow, Koby.]
You should still be careful. [Wait, no, don't lecture. Because it's not just "should", it's--] You have a lot of people who really need you, here. Okay?
You don't have to go on bed rest, just take it a little easier. Please?
( ugh, way to tug on zoro's heartstrings in a way that practically makes his chest hurt!! )
i know but that's why i'm trying to get strong again for them, you know? i was stuck in that bed for almost a month and i'm tired of that shitty cook doing everything
besides, i owe you for all the fish even the one you're apparently gonna devour in front of me
For us. I know it's not the same, but I'm worried about you too, Zoro. [Koby was born without subtlety, apparently, just earnest, honest sweetness.]
You don't owe me anything. I'm happy to do it. Except wait, you owe me sitting down for five minutes. Or at least until I get there. I'll be quiet, so I don't wake anyone.
( it's not that she wouldn't like to pad over to their bedroom and show all this off in person, but actually feeling nervous is new for nami. she's never felt nervous with sanji, because she's never had to space to feel anything but his panting breaths hot on her skin, and how badly he wants her through the beating life of their connection. zoro? they've moved at a snail's pace, toeing one half inch forward every single day. it's not that she doubts him — it's just that she doesn't want to move too fast all of a sudden, and knock him off balance.
pretty silly concern, she can admit. masturbating in a room adjacent to your partner is not exactly break neck speed, because it's practically nothing at all, not any different from being naked in the bathroom. grinning at herself, nami spares the time it takes to lift her shirt up and above her head, leaving it somewhere sanji will likely find it later and wonder about. zoro said he wanted to see after all, and she doesn't mind showing off — squeezing her breasts on the way back down to her shorts, which she eases off her hips, stuck somewhere in the middle of her thighs. her fingers map out her cunt, slippery and wet and soft, her hot skin fitting in the palm of her hand like a peach baked in the sun. covered in juice, they're sticky and glistening when she pulls back to look at them, showing off the shine of her fingers in the lamplight. )
Taste? ( she asks — though zoro doesn't actually call the shots here, first mate or not. ) I'm wet for you. It's the least you can do.
( fingers press to her mouth, a wanton tease before she parts her lips and licks at them, tongue twisting around the tip of her two fingers, sucking off the taste of her cunt with a few clever pulls. )
( but actually, someone please stop koby because zoro's not sure how to deal with so many people, like ... actively caring about him. even the tiny marine. maybe zoro's felt like their friendship is obvious, but having it written out before him is — nice.
but it also makes him groan. )
alright alright i'm sitting on my bed which admittedly i was already doing in anticipation for my imminent nap but we can pretend that i did it because you said so.
nami and the cook are out shopping so we're not sharing the fish with them. deal?
[Nope, too late, he's gonna care about you so hard, Zoro!! It's inescapable. Embarrassing and inescapable.]
Very good. [Koby almost makes some comment about not realizing cats knew how to sit and stay, but he refrains for the moment.] I brought enough for everyone, but you don't have to share the salmon. [His need to be completely fair will allow that much.
There's no more messages, because fairly soon there's the sound of Koby just letting himself in, like he owns the place, and bellowing:] Don't stand up! Give me two minutes! [And then a large amount of clattering and banging in the kitchen. Sorry, Sanji.]
( everything feels heightened right now, overwhelming even in what could probably be deemed tame — the feeling of fabric grazing the back of his neck as nami pulls her shirt off, hair falling back into place, nipples peaking in the cooler air, the fullness of her breasts squeezed between his — her fingers. separating what's zoro's from what's nami's feels impossible like this, twice as much sensation, twice as much wanting, tangled up tightly, the ends and beginnings of each thread too far buried.
he exhales slowly as he watches her tug her shorts down, no hesitation in the way her hand dips lower, fingertips purposeful as they trace over her cunt, so hot and wet that it makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants at the mere thought of being buried inside, precome leaking from his tip, darkening the fabric just so. when she pulls her hand away and the slick shine of her fingers catches the light — zoro can't help but squirm a little, shifting on the bed, maybe from the lack of touch after some (nearly) physical teasing, maybe from the sight alone.
i'm wet for you, nami says so plainly, matter-of-factly. it's the for you part that sparks something a little feral deep inside of him — pride, maybe, for satisfying his connection with her. his lips part instinctively before her hand is even lifted towards her mouth, tongue lolling out obediently, and when she tastes herself, zoro tastes her, too. it's heady and overwhelming and — fuck, he wants more.needs more, maybe.
so, he ignores his self-imposed restraints, too desperate to not bring his own hand to his mouth and lave at his fingertips, wrapping his lips around his fingers so a tongue that feels — a little rougher than he remembers can lap between them, probably a half a second away from drool dripping down his palm. )
Fuck, I — ( his hand drops uselessly to his bare chest, his own fingers glistening with his saliva now. ) Want you. Bad.
( but it isn't very long before koby lets himself in — and zoro probably could've smelled him coming (or at least the aforementioned salmon) if he was really paying attention and not fighting a battle to keep his eyes open and almost failing. when did he end up completely horizontal? who's to say.
the noise from the kitchen is too fucking loud, hurts his far-more-sensitive ears with the way the metal clangs and reverberates through the room, which makes him groan dramatically, loudly, loud enough for koby to hear even from the bedroom, slowly pushing himself to sit up. but not before calling out: ) He's gonna fucking kill you if you don't put everything back where you found it.
Okay, yes, thank you. [Very dismissive, amidst the clanging -- which continues a bit softer, as if mindful of Zoro's ears. Because Koby is nothing if not considerate.
It takes a minute to hack up the salmon, drain some of the blood into jars and stick it in the snow out the back door for later, and Koby mumbles to himself the entire time, memorizing where everything goes. But eventually he appears, pink sealskin coat draped over his shoulders, carrying a plate with several huge, bloody, raw chunks of salmon.]
Scoot over. [Plate on the bed, beside Zoro, then Koby pauses to lick a trickle of blood off his arm, his palm, his fingers. He's hungry too, and there's an instinctive urge to dig in as well, but the need to caretake wins out, and he refrains.] You look pale.
( there's a definite, undeniable excitement to being watched even through her own two eyes, that has nami's toes twisting, feeling the weight of zoro's gaze as if he were standing right next to her, boring holes into her with his attention. she's hot under a collar she's no longer wearing, chest rising and falling with every deep breath she takes, mind a whirlwind of imaginings. zoro, his hands on her, worshipful — zoro, his hands behind his back, fighting to get a piece of her. any one of her fantasies is better than staying here and jerking off on the dining table like an asshole.
patience, she reminds herself, an old chant like seeing land in the far distance of the ocean. as long as you keep moving forward, you'll get there eventually. she plans to make her fantasies in the form of a list, and check it off, one by one by one.
with the languid movements of someone used to taking their time, her wet fingers trail down her chin, waiting for zoro's hand to follow hers before swirling around one of her nipples, pink and pouty, flushing under the teasing. it's zoro's warm body under her touch — his warm skin, his thick muscles, his rough, calloused fingers. )
How bad? ( she asks. she pinches at her nipple and gasps, hips shifting, lips bitten. ) Bad enough to say "please"?
( following nami's guidance is easy, his fingers tracing down the line of his throat in time with hers, over his clavicle, down to his chest — and it's her soft, delicate fingers circling the bud of his nipple, and it's his rougher fingertips that tease at hers, hard muscle and soft breasts, everything blurring together in a way zoro can't piece together. all he can do is give in to the overwhelming sensation of it, let two people's months of pent up desire take hold of him.
it's hard to focus amidst all of that, nami's question a little hazy at first, but that pinch makes zoro gasp, too, hips twitching upwards as his cock dribbles out another load of precome — makes him sharply hone in on her words. ) Yeah, ( zoro breathes out, eyes fluttering closed and tongue swiping over his lips, thumbing over the stiff peak of his nipple a few times. ) Bad enough to say please, I — please.
( and there's no shame for him in that, in his desperation for her. hastily, he reaches to tug his sweatpants down, waistband snug under his balls and freeing his cock, all flushed and shining, curving up towards his abdomen. his fingers itch to touch, but — no, it'll be even better if he waits for nami, lids heavy as he gazes downwards, wanting her to see him now. )
( she's never actually seen zoro naked before. shirtless, sure, a hundred times — but when her eyes fall to the apex of her thighs, she sees his cock there, flushed and hard, resting on the flat dip of her belly, begging to be touched. it's actually very sweet, his restraint. she imagines the fortitude of a man who spent his entire life training to be the best would involve some modicum of patience, some refusal to be tempted away, though the connection between also serves to tell nami. just how difficult it is for him. predictably, she likes that, too — being the cored center of his focus, the temptation and the purpose all wrapped in one.
her teeth sink into her lip — she smiles, because zoro's mouth is breathy enough to make her own throat tickle, his plea there, buried in the back of her mouth, like she swallowed it whole. she stands up, kicking her shorts the rest of the way off, fingering off her socks one ankle at a time. more little treasures for sanji to find, to sink his fingers into, to press against his mouth. )
Okay. ( he asked nicely, after all. at the end of the day, it's really all nami wants, toeing her way nakedly back into their bedroom, where their connection and physically being with zoro overlaps — she's nami, and she's also zoro (she's even sanji, a little bit), and she's looking at him, feeling him, touching him. inside him. stepping over to him, she pauses at their wardrobe, palming through sanji's drawer to find a belt he has unknowingly donated to nami's cause. she tosses it on the bed before she taking a seat beside zoro, unabashed in checking him out head to toe, before finding his eyes again, lips twisting in a smile. her hand reaches out, petting back his green hair and pointy cat ears — her fingers sink in, fisting, carefully firm. ) You're my good boy, Zoro.
( it's some kind of lesson, she guesses — if zoro says please, mommy nami is happy to deliver. using the hold on his hair to prop up his chin, nami hovers over him, leaning just a breath away from his mouth before surpassing it entirely, pressing her lips to the soft skin of his throat and sucking. )
( honestly, zoro should've just dragged himself out into the kitchen despite koby's command — but getting bit by an angry pink seal doesn't sound like a great idea, either. now that he's been getting little tastes of freedom here and there, cold wind nipping at his skin, senses full of the sounds and smells of the forest around him, this room — this bed — feels even more like a prison.
regardless, the smell of salmon washes over him, already has his stomach growling and mouth watering and — maybe even the faintest hint of a purr as he sits up and makes room for koby beside him.
the comment earns him A Look from zoro as he reaches to grab himself a chunk of meat, deciding that there's no use in being polite and playing coy, like he's not that hungry. (he is hungry. which is stupid, considering the amount of meat and blood sanji keeps plying him with while somehow apologizing about how it's not enough, while letting his gaze linger on each bowl and plate a little too long.) he wrinkles his nose, declaring: ) Shut up — you look pale.
( and hungry, too. he knows what it looks like for a person to get so desperate that they lick someone's fingers clean. zoro takes a bite, deciding, mid-chew: ) Eat with me. ( and maybe he even picks up the plate, holding it right in front of koby's face. )
[It unfolds something tight in Koby's chest to see Zoro eating -- it'd be silly to be worried, genuinely afraid, because that would mean admitting that he could've been genuinely hurt. Everything that keeps Koby sane lately is because of his firm belief that nothing can irrevocably happen to them, Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Shanks. They'll be all right. They have to be.
It helps him stay out of the water, stay human, even when the temptation to follow the river to the ocean and disappear forever yanks at his chest. Koby's only recently had real friends, and he's still wrapping his mind about how much scarier it is when you aren't just trying to keep yourself alive. He can't let himself imagine a world without any of them, can't let the possibility even cross his mind. Zoro's okay. He's fine. He's fine...
Sniffing, plopping down cross-legged on the bed, Koby ignores the ever-present tears welling up in his eyes, the tightness in his throat. He doesn't protest, though -- he doesn't have that in him, the ability to deny any genuine requests from someone he cares about.] I'm always pale. Don't be stupid, you know what I mean. [Another sniff, then he grabs one of the bonier bits, leaving the thicker, bloodier meat for Zoro.] Are all of you this bad at being taken care of? The bickering must be impossible.
[A pause, a couple nibbles at the fish bones. Then, thicker, softer:] You -- please don't push yourself for a little while, okay? Just a couple days. I'll bring food every day, if you promise to please take it easy.
( it's something for zoro to cling to — the fact that nami's pleased with him, a warmth that washes over him, her smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, too, toes curling idly against the sheets as she tugs off her socks.
he is well versed in the art of self-restraint. it's what makes him a good swordsman instead of some shitty one who just hacks away at his enemies; he's precise, each action thought out three moves before the next. it's his self-restraint, he thinks, that's kept him and nami from —
until now. it's slipping from his grasp, just a little bit, pointed tips of his nails indenting his palms as zoro waits what feels like a lifetime for her to pass through the doorframe of their bedroom. it's easy to loosen his grip on his self-control when he's nami and nami's him and their connection grows more and more palpable with each step she takes towards him. she wants him and he wants her, wants to stop trying so hard to restrain himself and let nami do it for him instead.
his eyes blink open and he tips his head up to watch as she rummages through the drawer and pulls out — a belt. a belt that he can picture hugging sanji's trim waist. that makes something twist inside of him, too, something hot that zoro doesn't bother trying to swallow down when nami sits beside him. her hand in his hair, fingers curled just enough to give a sharp little tug, isn't enough to counteract the way her honey sweet words affect him, a pleased warmth washing over him, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
finally, finally, nami is going to kiss him, and his lips stay parted expectantly — only for his mouth to open a little wider, inhaling sharply as her hot mouth maps out his throat instead. the gentle press of teeth against his skin as she sucks a mark there makes him groan, chin fighting to tip up a little more even in her grip, desperate for more of her mouth, desperate for more of her, everything. )
Please. ( it comes out again before he even realizes it, practically pavlovian, squirming a little because — his need for her is starting to win over his previously unmatched restraint, especially with her so close and warm and tangible, and a hand can't help but reach to touch the bare skin of her thigh, fingers pressing needily. )
( again, as easy as anything, tilting her head back up and letting her pink tongue lick across the seam of his mouth before pressing their mouths together, all wet hot and open. nami slides into his lap with all the lucidity of spilling water, filling up whatever container it gets poured into, taking up a space over and on top of him like she was made to, a little queen on her chiseled throne. she shifts, shuddering when zoro's cock slots in the empty space between the petals of her cunt, hips swerving instinctively against him, pouring her gasps into the passion of their kiss.
with little thought, her hands move to find zoro's, flattening his palms against her thighs more firmly, cinching a grip around his wrists. she moves him, an easy enough journey she doesn't think he needs a map to understand, moving his hands slowly up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, upwards to cup her soft breasts. further up, against her collar, and only when he's at her cheeks does she pull back panting from their kiss — turning her head to kiss each of his palms in their calloused centers, before smoothly bringing them up and over his head, encouraging his fingers to thread through the bars of the headboard.
sitting back, she looks down at him — his stretched torso, his kiss bruised mouth, his cock pinned and trapped under the weight of her wetness. nami snags the belt back up in her grip and winds it lazily around her knuckles, toying with the leather. )
I'm tying you to the headboard. Like this. ( she makes loops in the belt — cuffs, that go around zoro's wrists and through the bars, locking him in place. ) Don't tear it, or Sanji will be pissed. ( can he tear through leather? maybe. probably. the threat of sanji's anger is more what'll keep him bound, she thinks. leaving his hands there, nami lightly drags her nails down the length of his chest, over his nipples and down the ridges of his firm belly, the tip of her pointer finger lazily trailing through the barely visible slit of his cock, under her. ) You can tell me if you want to be free. I'll let you out. I'm in charge, but I'm not going to be mean about it. Okay? ( her lips twitch, amused, lifting herself up on her knees slightly, to take his swollen cock in hand, stroking him casually. ) Wanna say "yes, ma'am"? Or "yes, goddess divine"?
is koby ... crying? zoro doesn't really know what to do when people cry around him. should he tell him that it's okay? probably not a good idea, since not much in this place is okay. does he — reach out to give him a pat on the shoulder or something? (the last time — no, two times — someone cried in front of him, he kissed them on the mouth, which is probably an even worse idea.)
instead, zoro wrinkles his nose and looks back down at the food on his plate, satisfied that koby's at least taken some for himself. (it's more than he can say for some shitty, starving, self-sacrificing cook.) maybe leaving him alone and not pointing it out is the nicest thing that zoro can do, even as he's hyperaware of each little sniffle he makes, pointed ears perking up every time. )
You have no idea, ( he mumbles, muffled by the food in his mouth, because they are all fucking horrible at being taken care of, and the bickering is impossible. the request makes his mouth quirk into a small frown, trying very hard not to immediately argue back.
finally, after some thoughtful chewing and a swallow of his fish, zoro answers: ) If you're gonna insist on bringing food every day, then bring it for Nami and Sanji — they need it a hell of a lot more than me. ( even if, selfishly, the ravenous, animalistic parts of him that lay mostly dormant thanks to his connection with nami still can't help but devour whatever food's placed in front of him, no matter how stubborn he wants to be in the wake of the shortage they've been facing. ) Besides, who's taking care of you now? Save some for yourself.
( it's the anticipation that makes each and every touch feel like a thousand — not just the anticipation from here, now, after exchanging heated words in their notebooks, after sinking into the depths of their connection, her thoughts, her feelings, her pleasure. it's months of build up, before he became a familiar, before they ever connected, tiptoeing around their desire in the wake of things that felt much more dire —
it's before this place, even. back on the merry, watching the way nami's brow furrows over her glasses as she scribbles something on a map she's working on. feeling the sting of her betrayal deep, deep, deep, but refusing to show it. smiling down at her as she admires the tangerine trees they'd dragged onto the ship before leaving coco village, her eyes bright and maybe a little shinier than she'd ever admit.
that's all why it feels so well-earned when nami presses her lips against his, finally, mouth parting for her obediently so they can kiss even deeper, tongue tracing hers, a little sloppier in all his eagerness. she settles onto his lap with ease, bare skin against bare skin, and when she shifts just so —
it makes zoro groan against her mouth, her hips grinding against the length of his cock as they kiss, sliding easily against him from how wet she already is — fuck, how wet he already is, the sheen of precome marking his belly. where he thinks she might chide him for touching without permission, considering the premise of ... all of this, she grabs both wrists instead and guides his palms up the expanse of her body, just a little taste before she's pressing almost anachronistically sweet little kisses against his hands. maybe it's the power of their connection or maybe it's just zoro's strong need to let nami take control of him, but his fingers easily curl around the cool metal above him.
he's panting a little when nami draws back, trying very hard to resist the urge to rock his hips upwards against her in favor of laying there and listening, ears atop his head perked up and alert. she's awfully good at distracting him, though, with that sneaky little way her nail drags down the length of his torso, practically making him shudder beneath her by the time her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him like it's something as trivial as tying her shoes. )
— Nnnot the second one, ( he decides with an upwards quirk of his lips, because it sounds ridiculous, even if it's something sanji would probably call her unironically. suddenly, a memory hits, something that makes zoro breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh despite how fucking wrecked he is, unable to stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face. ) Yes, madam. Anything you say, madam.
[In the end, that's the best possible option -- give Koby a moment to settle himself, pull off his shoes and tuck his (icy, even with the socks) feet under himself. The sealskin is draped around his shoulders, but as he calms, it slips down to puddle in his lap, like a living thing, all pink spots and plush fur. A corner of it slides to cover Zoro's leg beneath the blanket, seeming to radiate heat, much more than seems natural for a comparatively light fur.
But Koby is in control of himself again, picking bones out of his piece of fish -- which is almost exclusively bones, so it's a losing battle -- and huffing out a soft laugh.] I can bring enough for everyone. There's more in the river than I could catch in a hundred years, probably. [For all the faults of this nightmarish place, at least there's that, right? The fishing's good.] When you're better, you can help. Cats are good at fishing, aren't they?
[The question is probably rhetorical, but Koby still pauses over it, looks up at Zoro through blood-splattered lenses, expression serious.] I take care of myself. [Simple, firm. Zoro knows as well as Koby the way their Changeling minds work, the near-feral state it's easy to slip into without someone keeping you in check, the way lines blur between human and beast. Koby's a seal more often than he's a person, and seals aren't pack animals; they live alone, they swim and sun and fish and sleep by themselves. They're also prey for countless other aquatic creatures, but Koby isn't acknowledging that right now. Look at him, he's the picture of staunch independence. Please ignore how he almost burst into tears thirty seconds ago.]
( the corners of her lips turn up — the inevitable losing battle when a joking zoro is her competition. playfully, she lifts a hand to smack the side of his chest, wondering if a tickle would be more appropriate. if zoro is even ticklish. )
Oh, shut up.
( on the follow through of the slap, her fingers linger on the broad expanse of his chest, her smile going soft and pleased to see her pink, glittery painted fingernails outlined by all his tanned skin. probably, one is meant to have a plan before getting this far. nami is a huge fan of plans, generally speaking, as has been well established. unfortunately, one doesn't get here without having zoro essentially naked under them, his cock hard and wet and rubbing against sensitive spots that make nami a little dick dumb, chest rising and falling with anticipatory breaths. holding out with zoro is as much a tease for herself as it is for him, but nami likes teasing — and most importantly, she likes making zoro suffer.
she arranges herself to sit between zoro's spread legs, knees bent over his thighs, the pink slit of her cunt on display like a show, which it is. artfully, her fingers frame around her pussy, parting her folds, lazily trailing up and down where she's wettest. biting her lower lip, nami hums, impishly. )
I said I'd show you how to do it. ( her fingers circle around her clit, gasping a little animatedly, but it is a sort of dramatic reenactment. no reason not to play it up for him. ) You know, Sanji didn't need to be instructed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how I liked it.
( it's more a playful ploy at humiliation — not just because a pissy zoro is it's own version of extremely hot, but because there is something to the idea of being like a piece of meat split between the two of them, their tool for one upping each other, their competitive game of choice. provided, of course, that they keep their eyes on the ultimate prize: getting nami off. yeah, right. well — this is her fantasy, and in it zoro and sanji are well behaved and obsessed with her, fighting over the privilege of touching her wet, hot body. )
Where would he be, if he were here, do you think? In — in here? ( two fingers press inside her, eaten up by a greedy cunt. when she pulls them back, they're cum-slick and glistening, poised in the lamplight for zoro's viewing pleasure. ) Ooor ... ( sitting up, she presses zoro's thigh open, her wet fingers trailing between the cleft of his ass and finding his hole, circling it with her arousal spread against him in something like ownership. ) here, maybe?
( it's all fun and games until nami isn't straddling him anymore, isn't rolling her hips, making him desperate for the head of his cock to just slide inside of her as she grinds against him. if nami's dick dumb, well — there's not even strong enough words for how stupid she has zoro right now, completely enveloped in a thick wave of desire he's never felt before, lips parted and breathing hard as he watches her move.
his fingers tighten habitually around the bars of the headboard as she shows herself off for him, the press of her thighs against his as she drapes lazily, effortlessly over him a solid reassurance when all he wants to do now that he can't is touch. zoro watches her from beneath heavy lids, makes himself listen to what she's saying (he has two fucking pairs of ears, so he has no excuse not to) and not just slip into a mindless daze as her fingers spread her cunt for him, shining in the dim light of the room. she toys with her clit and — what would it be like to make nami gasp like that?
sanji. he knows what it's like. the thought makes zoro's face flush, skin hot, teeth catching his lip as he thinks about — them. jealousy — he's not used to jealousy. but is it really jealousy if he can't piece together who he's jealous of? the cook's tongue dragging over the length of him — her. nami, palms full of her tits as she rides him. it all melds together, tangled up just like the three of them end up most nights.
if he were here. now isn't that a fucking thought. each of her words come out so calmly, which feels crazy when zoro's heart is racing in his chest as her fingers slide inside of her own cunt and come out glistening with — is that —
abruptly, zoro's bound wrists tug against his restraints, suddenly overcome with the desire to — to ...
something. anything. because the next thing he knows, nami's wet fingers are circling his hole and she's murmuring so sweetly about sanji touching him here and it sends a jolt through him, stomach muscles clenching and thighs tensing as he desperately wishes he could squeeze his painfully flushed cock to regain control of himself. instead, it makes zoro groan out a low: ) Fuck — ( in defeat as he comes, painting his own heaving chest with it, a stray trickle of creamy white down his cheek. )
( whether it's to the notion that cats are good at fishing (which he probably is — considering all of the other embarrassing things that cats do have ended up being true for him, too) or the notion that koby's taking care of himself is anyone's guess. while he hasn't known him long, even back in their world, he seems altruistic to a fault, always ready to do the right thing even to his own detriment, which is probably why luffy likes him. nami, getting berry to free coco village. sanji, starving himself here so zoro can live. koby would fit right in as a strawhat.
he lets the matter drop for now, shifting his interest back to his fish, pulling a bone out of his piece and chewing as he notices koby's pelt kind of ... moving of its own accord. or maybe it's just gravity. or a trick of the firelight from the hearth. it's soft where it touches his leg, and there's a small part of zoro that wants to reach out and pet it.
— nah, that would be rude, probably. he'd get pissed if someone started petting his ears or threading his tail through their fingers (even if he'd probably also start purring, but that's besides the point). instead, he just scrunches his nose, looking back up at koby. ) Are you, uh — still sleeping at the cottage?
( their cottage, rather. better to tiptoe around the matter a little, even if zoro is genuinely curious. )
[One remains to be seen, the other -- well. Koby would argue that his continued existence is proof enough that he's capable of caring for himself, neverminding the fact that there's a significant gap between "cared for" and "existing". He's still strong enough to provide, in some way, for those remaining that he has an attachment to. Some of it's Luffy's lingering influence, like a ghost in every encounter Koby has with his crew, echoing in the background with that bittersweet, persistent reminder that the three of them have nothing in common with Koby except for their attachment to the absent captain.
And some of it -- isn't. If something happened to the Strawhats (when it happens, Koby corrects himself, eyes flickering to the still-visible signs of Zoro's encounter with the dismembering carnival), the grief and concern wouldn't solely be because they matter to Luffy. They matter to Koby too. So he wants to contribute, in any way he can -- which right now is fishing. Lots and lots of fishing.
The sealskin puddles a little more firmly against Zoro's leg, and Koby absently reaches out to gather it back onto his lap. It's an extension of him, an echo of everything he is, but it's also a product of the strange, witchy magic around them, and therefore it does what it pleases. Like now, slipping like quicksilver through Koby's fingers and draping over the twitching tip of Zoro's tail. Frowning, blushing, Koby scoops the skin up and holds it firmly against his chest.] Sorry.
[And then -- that question, sending Koby's stomach twisting and his throat aching with old tears. He doesn't want to think about it, so he doesn't, even as it throbs in his chest like an open wound. Loss is something he's accustomed to, easier than affection in the long run, easier to adjust somewhere inside his ribs, a living, clawing thing. He looks down and away, draws a shuddering breath.] No. [Thick, tight.] I -- sleep in the river, usually. [He hasn't been back to the cottage. He doesn't think he ever will.] As -- a seal, obviously. I'm not stupid.
( being a goal-orientated person, nami can admit she had the fabric of zoro's orgasm already mapped out by the time she sent her first message. theoretical, of course — plans are important, especially for what she might've called his ultimate orgasm. not penultimate. not aware zoro was so sensitive, not aware bringing sanji's name in between them like an intoxicating blanket would have such a firework reaction. an oversight, maybe, or just the unexpected weight of zoro's arousal for them both that she probably could've predicted, but didn't.
she looks down at him, awed. pleased. evil. grinning, she clocks zoro looking at her like she's a utility knife — like she has seven different ways of upending him, like they just tried out one for size. )
Wow. ( nami snorts a laugh, pushing her hands up the carved vee of his hips, soothing his rigid sides. a hand skirts over and rubs his oversensitive cock, milking the last precious drops of his cum. ) You're supposed to do that in me, doofus. Like this.
( lithe fingers skirt through his pearly orgasm, making a small mess bigger as she gathers up whatever she can on two curling fingers. legs propped up for his easy visual again, she presses his cum inside her with a sordid twist of her fingers, cum drunk, clearly a fan of sloppy and easy and slick. she's not surprised to feel herself wetter for zoro's easy arousal, not surprised she's high on the thought of his cum being inside her before his cock ever was. his cum and sanji's cum making nice inside her cunt the way they never do outside of it. it's a drugging thought, a thought with prickly feelings that border on the side of disrespectful. luckily, nami doesn't spend much mental energy on respect — she's allowed to want them both inside her. she's allowed to like it.
straightening up, nami prowls her body over his, sitting down higher on his chest, just under his arms. her tongue darts out to lick her lips, suddenly dry and wanting, and she wonders if she just laid down next to him and kissed him for the next three hours, how many more accidental orgasms she could have decorating her belly, and how long zoro would tolerate her laughing at him, before breaking the belt and unleashing on her in a frustrated, horny fury.
unfortunately she is not capable of spontaneous ejaculation, and her need for it has gone from a simmer to a needy boiling. there's enough space between zoro's head and his stretched arms for nami to plant her feet next to his ears, fingers on her clean hand briefly fluffing up his kitten ears, tapping the chimes of his three earrings affectionately. )
Clean up your mess, kitty.
( she captures the lone strand of his cum on his cheek and rubs it against her clit before hauling herself forward, hands braced on the top of the headboard to lower herself down on his chin. half of her weight, for now — she doesn't want to kill the guy, and isn't sure if she'll need the presence of mind to give instruction or not. but, well. nami's slick and horny enough that it'll probably take a minimal effort, a stiff breeze in the direction of her clit before she's shooting off too. what a mess. )
( it was probably a stupid question considering what zoro now feels like is an obvious answer. he frowns as he chews, trying to do the polite thing and not stare at koby while he seemingly struggles with each word. it's — hard, though. his own feelings about mihawk being gone are complicated enough, still rapidly shuffling through being pissed off that he left them without saying anything, sad or disappointed or whatever the fuck that he lost his mentor. for koby, though ...
it's way bigger than that. he thinks about how he would be if the shithead cook disappeared — thinks about how he would probably rip trees out of the ground with his bare hands trying to find him, to fill the kitchen with the sounds of food cooking in the kitchen and the smell of clove cigarettes again. and nami — he can't even think about losing her without his chest aching, pulse racing, souls tied intrinsically together by their connection. wherever she is, she might feel him tug on it a little, even, just to calm himself down.
yeah. it was a stupid fucking question. but also — ) It sounds pretty stupid to me. ( he says it in his blasé sort of way, nonchalant about it even if the thought of the little pink seal freezing in the river also sends a little pang of worry through him. huh. it's weird having friends. )
There are plenty of other warm places to stay. ( for example: the castle. also implied: here. ) At least until it gets warm out again.
( zoro's been mostly ignoring the sealskin that keeps sliding seemingly wherever it pleases — save for the flick of his tail beneath it before koby steals it back, gathering it up in his arms. it's a changeling thing, he thinks — a kind of mutual understanding. it'd be rude to point out zoro purring. it'd be rude to gawk at the soft fur beneath sanji's navel when he reaches up into a cabinet for something and his shirt comes untucked (hypothetically). it'd be rude to comment on koby's ... pelt. his nose wrinkles, though, and he sets his empty plate to the side, pointing at the silky smooth fur in koby's grasp. ) What's it trying to do?
( rude, maybe, but changing the subject seems more important. )
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Date: 2024-02-14 05:04 am (UTC)[Okay, wow, Koby.]
You should still be careful. [Wait, no, don't lecture. Because it's not just "should", it's--] You have a lot of people who really need you, here. Okay?
You don't have to go on bed rest, just take it a little easier. Please?
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Date: 2024-02-14 12:36 pm (UTC)i know
but that's why i'm trying to get strong again
for them, you know?
i was stuck in that bed for almost a month and i'm tired of that shitty cook doing everything
besides, i owe you for all the fish
even the one you're apparently gonna devour in front of me
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Date: 2024-02-14 08:58 pm (UTC)You don't owe me anything. I'm happy to do it.
Except wait, you owe me sitting down for five minutes. Or at least until I get there.
I'll be quiet, so I don't wake anyone.
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Date: 2024-02-14 09:45 pm (UTC)( it's not that she wouldn't like to pad over to their bedroom and show all this off in person, but actually feeling nervous is new for nami. she's never felt nervous with sanji, because she's never had to space to feel anything but his panting breaths hot on her skin, and how badly he wants her through the beating life of their connection. zoro? they've moved at a snail's pace, toeing one half inch forward every single day. it's not that she doubts him — it's just that she doesn't want to move too fast all of a sudden, and knock him off balance.
pretty silly concern, she can admit. masturbating in a room adjacent to your partner is not exactly break neck speed, because it's practically nothing at all, not any different from being naked in the bathroom. grinning at herself, nami spares the time it takes to lift her shirt up and above her head, leaving it somewhere sanji will likely find it later and wonder about. zoro said he wanted to see after all, and she doesn't mind showing off — squeezing her breasts on the way back down to her shorts, which she eases off her hips, stuck somewhere in the middle of her thighs. her fingers map out her cunt, slippery and wet and soft, her hot skin fitting in the palm of her hand like a peach baked in the sun. covered in juice, they're sticky and glistening when she pulls back to look at them, showing off the shine of her fingers in the lamplight. )
Taste? ( she asks — though zoro doesn't actually call the shots here, first mate or not. ) I'm wet for you. It's the least you can do.
( fingers press to her mouth, a wanton tease before she parts her lips and licks at them, tongue twisting around the tip of her two fingers, sucking off the taste of her cunt with a few clever pulls. )
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Date: 2024-02-15 03:27 am (UTC)but it also makes him groan. )
alright alright
i'm sitting on my bed
which admittedly i was already doing in anticipation for my imminent nap but we can pretend that i did it because you said so.
nami and the cook are out shopping so we're not sharing the fish with them. deal?
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Date: 2024-02-15 04:35 am (UTC)Very good. [Koby almost makes some comment about not realizing cats knew how to sit and stay, but he refrains for the moment.] I brought enough for everyone, but you don't have to share the salmon. [His need to be completely fair will allow that much.
There's no more messages, because fairly soon there's the sound of Koby just letting himself in, like he owns the place, and bellowing:] Don't stand up! Give me two minutes! [And then a large amount of clattering and banging in the kitchen. Sorry, Sanji.]
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Date: 2024-02-16 05:27 am (UTC)he exhales slowly as he watches her tug her shorts down, no hesitation in the way her hand dips lower, fingertips purposeful as they trace over her cunt, so hot and wet that it makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants at the mere thought of being buried inside, precome leaking from his tip, darkening the fabric just so. when she pulls her hand away and the slick shine of her fingers catches the light — zoro can't help but squirm a little, shifting on the bed, maybe from the lack of touch after some (nearly) physical teasing, maybe from the sight alone.
i'm wet for you, nami says so plainly, matter-of-factly. it's the for you part that sparks something a little feral deep inside of him — pride, maybe, for satisfying his connection with her. his lips part instinctively before her hand is even lifted towards her mouth, tongue lolling out obediently, and when she tastes herself, zoro tastes her, too. it's heady and overwhelming and — fuck, he wants more. needs more, maybe.
so, he ignores his self-imposed restraints, too desperate to not bring his own hand to his mouth and lave at his fingertips, wrapping his lips around his fingers so a tongue that feels — a little rougher than he remembers can lap between them, probably a half a second away from drool dripping down his palm. )
Fuck, I — ( his hand drops uselessly to his bare chest, his own fingers glistening with his saliva now. ) Want you. Bad.
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Date: 2024-02-16 06:00 am (UTC)i accept your haggling tiny marine
( but it isn't very long before koby lets himself in — and zoro probably could've smelled him coming (or at least the aforementioned salmon) if he was really paying attention and not fighting a battle to keep his eyes open and almost failing. when did he end up completely horizontal? who's to say.
the noise from the kitchen is too fucking loud, hurts his far-more-sensitive ears with the way the metal clangs and reverberates through the room, which makes him groan dramatically, loudly, loud enough for koby to hear even from the bedroom, slowly pushing himself to sit up. but not before calling out: ) He's gonna fucking kill you if you don't put everything back where you found it.
( see? zoro cares, too. )
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Date: 2024-02-16 10:00 pm (UTC)It takes a minute to hack up the salmon, drain some of the blood into jars and stick it in the snow out the back door for later, and Koby mumbles to himself the entire time, memorizing where everything goes. But eventually he appears, pink sealskin coat draped over his shoulders, carrying a plate with several huge, bloody, raw chunks of salmon.]
Scoot over. [Plate on the bed, beside Zoro, then Koby pauses to lick a trickle of blood off his arm, his palm, his fingers. He's hungry too, and there's an instinctive urge to dig in as well, but the need to caretake wins out, and he refrains.] You look pale.
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Date: 2024-02-17 02:48 am (UTC)patience, she reminds herself, an old chant like seeing land in the far distance of the ocean. as long as you keep moving forward, you'll get there eventually. she plans to make her fantasies in the form of a list, and check it off, one by one by one.
with the languid movements of someone used to taking their time, her wet fingers trail down her chin, waiting for zoro's hand to follow hers before swirling around one of her nipples, pink and pouty, flushing under the teasing. it's zoro's warm body under her touch — his warm skin, his thick muscles, his rough, calloused fingers. )
How bad? ( she asks. she pinches at her nipple and gasps, hips shifting, lips bitten. ) Bad enough to say "please"?
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Date: 2024-02-17 06:08 am (UTC)it's hard to focus amidst all of that, nami's question a little hazy at first, but that pinch makes zoro gasp, too, hips twitching upwards as his cock dribbles out another load of precome — makes him sharply hone in on her words. ) Yeah, ( zoro breathes out, eyes fluttering closed and tongue swiping over his lips, thumbing over the stiff peak of his nipple a few times. ) Bad enough to say please, I — please.
( and there's no shame for him in that, in his desperation for her. hastily, he reaches to tug his sweatpants down, waistband snug under his balls and freeing his cock, all flushed and shining, curving up towards his abdomen. his fingers itch to touch, but — no, it'll be even better if he waits for nami, lids heavy as he gazes downwards, wanting her to see him now. )
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Date: 2024-02-22 02:33 pm (UTC)her teeth sink into her lip — she smiles, because zoro's mouth is breathy enough to make her own throat tickle, his plea there, buried in the back of her mouth, like she swallowed it whole. she stands up, kicking her shorts the rest of the way off, fingering off her socks one ankle at a time. more little treasures for sanji to find, to sink his fingers into, to press against his mouth. )
Okay. ( he asked nicely, after all. at the end of the day, it's really all nami wants, toeing her way nakedly back into their bedroom, where their connection and physically being with zoro overlaps — she's nami, and she's also zoro (she's even sanji, a little bit), and she's looking at him, feeling him, touching him. inside him. stepping over to him, she pauses at their wardrobe, palming through sanji's drawer to find a belt he has unknowingly donated to nami's cause. she tosses it on the bed before she taking a seat beside zoro, unabashed in checking him out head to toe, before finding his eyes again, lips twisting in a smile. her hand reaches out, petting back his green hair and pointy cat ears — her fingers sink in, fisting, carefully firm. ) You're my good boy, Zoro.
( it's some kind of lesson, she guesses — if zoro says please, mommy nami is happy to deliver. using the hold on his hair to prop up his chin, nami hovers over him, leaning just a breath away from his mouth before surpassing it entirely, pressing her lips to the soft skin of his throat and sucking. )
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Date: 2024-02-27 02:32 am (UTC)regardless, the smell of salmon washes over him, already has his stomach growling and mouth watering and — maybe even the faintest hint of a purr as he sits up and makes room for koby beside him.
the comment earns him A Look from zoro as he reaches to grab himself a chunk of meat, deciding that there's no use in being polite and playing coy, like he's not that hungry. (he is hungry. which is stupid, considering the amount of meat and blood sanji keeps plying him with while somehow apologizing about how it's not enough, while letting his gaze linger on each bowl and plate a little too long.) he wrinkles his nose, declaring: ) Shut up — you look pale.
( and hungry, too. he knows what it looks like for a person to get so desperate that they lick someone's fingers clean. zoro takes a bite, deciding, mid-chew: ) Eat with me. ( and maybe he even picks up the plate, holding it right in front of koby's face. )
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Date: 2024-02-28 03:15 am (UTC)It helps him stay out of the water, stay human, even when the temptation to follow the river to the ocean and disappear forever yanks at his chest. Koby's only recently had real friends, and he's still wrapping his mind about how much scarier it is when you aren't just trying to keep yourself alive. He can't let himself imagine a world without any of them, can't let the possibility even cross his mind. Zoro's okay. He's fine. He's fine...
Sniffing, plopping down cross-legged on the bed, Koby ignores the ever-present tears welling up in his eyes, the tightness in his throat. He doesn't protest, though -- he doesn't have that in him, the ability to deny any genuine requests from someone he cares about.] I'm always pale. Don't be stupid, you know what I mean. [Another sniff, then he grabs one of the bonier bits, leaving the thicker, bloodier meat for Zoro.] Are all of you this bad at being taken care of? The bickering must be impossible.
[A pause, a couple nibbles at the fish bones. Then, thicker, softer:] You -- please don't push yourself for a little while, okay? Just a couple days. I'll bring food every day, if you promise to please take it easy.
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Date: 2024-03-04 03:36 am (UTC)he is well versed in the art of self-restraint. it's what makes him a good swordsman instead of some shitty one who just hacks away at his enemies; he's precise, each action thought out three moves before the next. it's his self-restraint, he thinks, that's kept him and nami from —
until now. it's slipping from his grasp, just a little bit, pointed tips of his nails indenting his palms as zoro waits what feels like a lifetime for her to pass through the doorframe of their bedroom. it's easy to loosen his grip on his self-control when he's nami and nami's him and their connection grows more and more palpable with each step she takes towards him. she wants him and he wants her, wants to stop trying so hard to restrain himself and let nami do it for him instead.
his eyes blink open and he tips his head up to watch as she rummages through the drawer and pulls out — a belt. a belt that he can picture hugging sanji's trim waist. that makes something twist inside of him, too, something hot that zoro doesn't bother trying to swallow down when nami sits beside him. her hand in his hair, fingers curled just enough to give a sharp little tug, isn't enough to counteract the way her honey sweet words affect him, a pleased warmth washing over him, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
finally, finally, nami is going to kiss him, and his lips stay parted expectantly — only for his mouth to open a little wider, inhaling sharply as her hot mouth maps out his throat instead. the gentle press of teeth against his skin as she sucks a mark there makes him groan, chin fighting to tip up a little more even in her grip, desperate for more of her mouth, desperate for more of her, everything. )
Please. ( it comes out again before he even realizes it, practically pavlovian, squirming a little because — his need for her is starting to win over his previously unmatched restraint, especially with her so close and warm and tangible, and a hand can't help but reach to touch the bare skin of her thigh, fingers pressing needily. )
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Date: 2024-03-08 03:17 am (UTC)( again, as easy as anything, tilting her head back up and letting her pink tongue lick across the seam of his mouth before pressing their mouths together, all wet hot and open. nami slides into his lap with all the lucidity of spilling water, filling up whatever container it gets poured into, taking up a space over and on top of him like she was made to, a little queen on her chiseled throne. she shifts, shuddering when zoro's cock slots in the empty space between the petals of her cunt, hips swerving instinctively against him, pouring her gasps into the passion of their kiss.
with little thought, her hands move to find zoro's, flattening his palms against her thighs more firmly, cinching a grip around his wrists. she moves him, an easy enough journey she doesn't think he needs a map to understand, moving his hands slowly up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, upwards to cup her soft breasts. further up, against her collar, and only when he's at her cheeks does she pull back panting from their kiss — turning her head to kiss each of his palms in their calloused centers, before smoothly bringing them up and over his head, encouraging his fingers to thread through the bars of the headboard.
sitting back, she looks down at him — his stretched torso, his kiss bruised mouth, his cock pinned and trapped under the weight of her wetness. nami snags the belt back up in her grip and winds it lazily around her knuckles, toying with the leather. )
I'm tying you to the headboard. Like this. ( she makes loops in the belt — cuffs, that go around zoro's wrists and through the bars, locking him in place. ) Don't tear it, or Sanji will be pissed. ( can he tear through leather? maybe. probably. the threat of sanji's anger is more what'll keep him bound, she thinks. leaving his hands there, nami lightly drags her nails down the length of his chest, over his nipples and down the ridges of his firm belly, the tip of her pointer finger lazily trailing through the barely visible slit of his cock, under her. ) You can tell me if you want to be free. I'll let you out. I'm in charge, but I'm not going to be mean about it. Okay? ( her lips twitch, amused, lifting herself up on her knees slightly, to take his swollen cock in hand, stroking him casually. ) Wanna say "yes, ma'am"? Or "yes, goddess divine"?
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Date: 2024-03-10 02:00 am (UTC)is koby ... crying? zoro doesn't really know what to do when people cry around him. should he tell him that it's okay? probably not a good idea, since not much in this place is okay. does he — reach out to give him a pat on the shoulder or something? (the last time — no, two times — someone cried in front of him, he kissed them on the mouth, which is probably an even worse idea.)
instead, zoro wrinkles his nose and looks back down at the food on his plate, satisfied that koby's at least taken some for himself. (it's more than he can say for some shitty, starving, self-sacrificing cook.) maybe leaving him alone and not pointing it out is the nicest thing that zoro can do, even as he's hyperaware of each little sniffle he makes, pointed ears perking up every time. )
You have no idea, ( he mumbles, muffled by the food in his mouth, because they are all fucking horrible at being taken care of, and the bickering is impossible. the request makes his mouth quirk into a small frown, trying very hard not to immediately argue back.
finally, after some thoughtful chewing and a swallow of his fish, zoro answers: ) If you're gonna insist on bringing food every day, then bring it for Nami and Sanji — they need it a hell of a lot more than me. ( even if, selfishly, the ravenous, animalistic parts of him that lay mostly dormant thanks to his connection with nami still can't help but devour whatever food's placed in front of him, no matter how stubborn he wants to be in the wake of the shortage they've been facing. ) Besides, who's taking care of you now? Save some for yourself.
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Date: 2024-03-11 02:59 am (UTC)it's before this place, even. back on the merry, watching the way nami's brow furrows over her glasses as she scribbles something on a map she's working on. feeling the sting of her betrayal deep, deep, deep, but refusing to show it. smiling down at her as she admires the tangerine trees they'd dragged onto the ship before leaving coco village, her eyes bright and maybe a little shinier than she'd ever admit.
that's all why it feels so well-earned when nami presses her lips against his, finally, mouth parting for her obediently so they can kiss even deeper, tongue tracing hers, a little sloppier in all his eagerness. she settles onto his lap with ease, bare skin against bare skin, and when she shifts just so —
it makes zoro groan against her mouth, her hips grinding against the length of his cock as they kiss, sliding easily against him from how wet she already is — fuck, how wet he already is, the sheen of precome marking his belly. where he thinks she might chide him for touching without permission, considering the premise of ... all of this, she grabs both wrists instead and guides his palms up the expanse of her body, just a little taste before she's pressing almost anachronistically sweet little kisses against his hands. maybe it's the power of their connection or maybe it's just zoro's strong need to let nami take control of him, but his fingers easily curl around the cool metal above him.
he's panting a little when nami draws back, trying very hard to resist the urge to rock his hips upwards against her in favor of laying there and listening, ears atop his head perked up and alert. she's awfully good at distracting him, though, with that sneaky little way her nail drags down the length of his torso, practically making him shudder beneath her by the time her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him like it's something as trivial as tying her shoes. )
— Nnnot the second one, ( he decides with an upwards quirk of his lips, because it sounds ridiculous, even if it's something sanji would probably call her unironically. suddenly, a memory hits, something that makes zoro breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh despite how fucking wrecked he is, unable to stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face. ) Yes, madam. Anything you say, madam.
( ah, the baratie. )
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Date: 2024-03-14 12:58 am (UTC)But Koby is in control of himself again, picking bones out of his piece of fish -- which is almost exclusively bones, so it's a losing battle -- and huffing out a soft laugh.] I can bring enough for everyone. There's more in the river than I could catch in a hundred years, probably. [For all the faults of this nightmarish place, at least there's that, right? The fishing's good.] When you're better, you can help. Cats are good at fishing, aren't they?
[The question is probably rhetorical, but Koby still pauses over it, looks up at Zoro through blood-splattered lenses, expression serious.] I take care of myself. [Simple, firm. Zoro knows as well as Koby the way their Changeling minds work, the near-feral state it's easy to slip into without someone keeping you in check, the way lines blur between human and beast. Koby's a seal more often than he's a person, and seals aren't pack animals; they live alone, they swim and sun and fish and sleep by themselves. They're also prey for countless other aquatic creatures, but Koby isn't acknowledging that right now. Look at him, he's the picture of staunch independence. Please ignore how he almost burst into tears thirty seconds ago.]
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Date: 2024-03-19 01:48 am (UTC)Oh, shut up.
( on the follow through of the slap, her fingers linger on the broad expanse of his chest, her smile going soft and pleased to see her pink, glittery painted fingernails outlined by all his tanned skin. probably, one is meant to have a plan before getting this far. nami is a huge fan of plans, generally speaking, as has been well established. unfortunately, one doesn't get here without having zoro essentially naked under them, his cock hard and wet and rubbing against sensitive spots that make nami a little dick dumb, chest rising and falling with anticipatory breaths. holding out with zoro is as much a tease for herself as it is for him, but nami likes teasing — and most importantly, she likes making zoro suffer.
she arranges herself to sit between zoro's spread legs, knees bent over his thighs, the pink slit of her cunt on display like a show, which it is. artfully, her fingers frame around her pussy, parting her folds, lazily trailing up and down where she's wettest. biting her lower lip, nami hums, impishly. )
I said I'd show you how to do it. ( her fingers circle around her clit, gasping a little animatedly, but it is a sort of dramatic reenactment. no reason not to play it up for him. ) You know, Sanji didn't need to be instructed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how I liked it.
( it's more a playful ploy at humiliation — not just because a pissy zoro is it's own version of extremely hot, but because there is something to the idea of being like a piece of meat split between the two of them, their tool for one upping each other, their competitive game of choice. provided, of course, that they keep their eyes on the ultimate prize: getting nami off. yeah, right. well — this is her fantasy, and in it zoro and sanji are well behaved and obsessed with her, fighting over the privilege of touching her wet, hot body. )
Where would he be, if he were here, do you think? In — in here? ( two fingers press inside her, eaten up by a greedy cunt. when she pulls them back, they're cum-slick and glistening, poised in the lamplight for zoro's viewing pleasure. ) Ooor ... ( sitting up, she presses zoro's thigh open, her wet fingers trailing between the cleft of his ass and finding his hole, circling it with her arousal spread against him in something like ownership. ) here, maybe?
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Date: 2024-04-01 01:03 am (UTC)his fingers tighten habitually around the bars of the headboard as she shows herself off for him, the press of her thighs against his as she drapes lazily, effortlessly over him a solid reassurance when all he wants to do now that he can't is touch. zoro watches her from beneath heavy lids, makes himself listen to what she's saying (he has two fucking pairs of ears, so he has no excuse not to) and not just slip into a mindless daze as her fingers spread her cunt for him, shining in the dim light of the room. she toys with her clit and — what would it be like to make nami gasp like that?
sanji. he knows what it's like. the thought makes zoro's face flush, skin hot, teeth catching his lip as he thinks about — them. jealousy — he's not used to jealousy. but is it really jealousy if he can't piece together who he's jealous of? the cook's tongue dragging over the length of him — her. nami, palms full of her tits as she rides him. it all melds together, tangled up just like the three of them end up most nights.
if he were here. now isn't that a fucking thought. each of her words come out so calmly, which feels crazy when zoro's heart is racing in his chest as her fingers slide inside of her own cunt and come out glistening with — is that —
abruptly, zoro's bound wrists tug against his restraints, suddenly overcome with the desire to — to ...
something. anything. because the next thing he knows, nami's wet fingers are circling his hole and she's murmuring so sweetly about sanji touching him here and it sends a jolt through him, stomach muscles clenching and thighs tensing as he desperately wishes he could squeeze his painfully flushed cock to regain control of himself. instead, it makes zoro groan out a low: ) Fuck — ( in defeat as he comes, painting his own heaving chest with it, a stray trickle of creamy white down his cheek. )
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Date: 2024-04-01 01:33 am (UTC)( whether it's to the notion that cats are good at fishing (which he probably is — considering all of the other embarrassing things that cats do have ended up being true for him, too) or the notion that koby's taking care of himself is anyone's guess. while he hasn't known him long, even back in their world, he seems altruistic to a fault, always ready to do the right thing even to his own detriment, which is probably why luffy likes him. nami, getting berry to free coco village. sanji, starving himself here so zoro can live. koby would fit right in as a strawhat.
he lets the matter drop for now, shifting his interest back to his fish, pulling a bone out of his piece and chewing as he notices koby's pelt kind of ... moving of its own accord. or maybe it's just gravity. or a trick of the firelight from the hearth. it's soft where it touches his leg, and there's a small part of zoro that wants to reach out and pet it.
— nah, that would be rude, probably. he'd get pissed if someone started petting his ears or threading his tail through their fingers (even if he'd probably also start purring, but that's besides the point). instead, he just scrunches his nose, looking back up at koby. ) Are you, uh — still sleeping at the cottage?
( their cottage, rather. better to tiptoe around the matter a little, even if zoro is genuinely curious. )
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Date: 2024-04-02 01:39 am (UTC)And some of it -- isn't. If something happened to the Strawhats (when it happens, Koby corrects himself, eyes flickering to the still-visible signs of Zoro's encounter with the dismembering carnival), the grief and concern wouldn't solely be because they matter to Luffy. They matter to Koby too. So he wants to contribute, in any way he can -- which right now is fishing. Lots and lots of fishing.
The sealskin puddles a little more firmly against Zoro's leg, and Koby absently reaches out to gather it back onto his lap. It's an extension of him, an echo of everything he is, but it's also a product of the strange, witchy magic around them, and therefore it does what it pleases. Like now, slipping like quicksilver through Koby's fingers and draping over the twitching tip of Zoro's tail. Frowning, blushing, Koby scoops the skin up and holds it firmly against his chest.] Sorry.
[And then -- that question, sending Koby's stomach twisting and his throat aching with old tears. He doesn't want to think about it, so he doesn't, even as it throbs in his chest like an open wound. Loss is something he's accustomed to, easier than affection in the long run, easier to adjust somewhere inside his ribs, a living, clawing thing. He looks down and away, draws a shuddering breath.] No. [Thick, tight.] I -- sleep in the river, usually. [He hasn't been back to the cottage. He doesn't think he ever will.] As -- a seal, obviously. I'm not stupid.
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Date: 2024-04-07 08:27 pm (UTC)( being a goal-orientated person, nami can admit she had the fabric of zoro's orgasm already mapped out by the time she sent her first message. theoretical, of course — plans are important, especially for what she might've called his ultimate orgasm. not penultimate. not aware zoro was so sensitive, not aware bringing sanji's name in between them like an intoxicating blanket would have such a firework reaction. an oversight, maybe, or just the unexpected weight of zoro's arousal for them both that she probably could've predicted, but didn't.
she looks down at him, awed. pleased. evil. grinning, she clocks zoro looking at her like she's a utility knife — like she has seven different ways of upending him, like they just tried out one for size. )
Wow. ( nami snorts a laugh, pushing her hands up the carved vee of his hips, soothing his rigid sides. a hand skirts over and rubs his oversensitive cock, milking the last precious drops of his cum. ) You're supposed to do that in me, doofus. Like this.
( lithe fingers skirt through his pearly orgasm, making a small mess bigger as she gathers up whatever she can on two curling fingers. legs propped up for his easy visual again, she presses his cum inside her with a sordid twist of her fingers, cum drunk, clearly a fan of sloppy and easy and slick. she's not surprised to feel herself wetter for zoro's easy arousal, not surprised she's high on the thought of his cum being inside her before his cock ever was. his cum and sanji's cum making nice inside her cunt the way they never do outside of it. it's a drugging thought, a thought with prickly feelings that border on the side of disrespectful. luckily, nami doesn't spend much mental energy on respect — she's allowed to want them both inside her. she's allowed to like it.
straightening up, nami prowls her body over his, sitting down higher on his chest, just under his arms. her tongue darts out to lick her lips, suddenly dry and wanting, and she wonders if she just laid down next to him and kissed him for the next three hours, how many more accidental orgasms she could have decorating her belly, and how long zoro would tolerate her laughing at him, before breaking the belt and unleashing on her in a frustrated, horny fury.
unfortunately she is not capable of spontaneous ejaculation, and her need for it has gone from a simmer to a needy boiling. there's enough space between zoro's head and his stretched arms for nami to plant her feet next to his ears, fingers on her clean hand briefly fluffing up his kitten ears, tapping the chimes of his three earrings affectionately. )
Clean up your mess, kitty.
( she captures the lone strand of his cum on his cheek and rubs it against her clit before hauling herself forward, hands braced on the top of the headboard to lower herself down on his chin. half of her weight, for now — she doesn't want to kill the guy, and isn't sure if she'll need the presence of mind to give instruction or not. but, well. nami's slick and horny enough that it'll probably take a minimal effort, a stiff breeze in the direction of her clit before she's shooting off too. what a mess. )
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Date: 2024-04-21 11:57 pm (UTC)it's way bigger than that. he thinks about how he would be if the shithead cook disappeared — thinks about how he would probably rip trees out of the ground with his bare hands trying to find him, to fill the kitchen with the sounds of food cooking in the kitchen and the smell of clove cigarettes again. and nami — he can't even think about losing her without his chest aching, pulse racing, souls tied intrinsically together by their connection. wherever she is, she might feel him tug on it a little, even, just to calm himself down.
yeah. it was a stupid fucking question. but also — ) It sounds pretty stupid to me. ( he says it in his blasé sort of way, nonchalant about it even if the thought of the little pink seal freezing in the river also sends a little pang of worry through him. huh. it's weird having friends. )
There are plenty of other warm places to stay. ( for example: the castle. also implied: here. ) At least until it gets warm out again.
( zoro's been mostly ignoring the sealskin that keeps sliding seemingly wherever it pleases — save for the flick of his tail beneath it before koby steals it back, gathering it up in his arms. it's a changeling thing, he thinks — a kind of mutual understanding. it'd be rude to point out zoro purring. it'd be rude to gawk at the soft fur beneath sanji's navel when he reaches up into a cabinet for something and his shirt comes untucked (hypothetically). it'd be rude to comment on koby's ... pelt. his nose wrinkles, though, and he sets his empty plate to the side, pointing at the silky smooth fur in koby's grasp. ) What's it trying to do?
( rude, maybe, but changing the subject seems more important. )