Hallo and welcome back!
Thank you for your review, ghost, first, yes there'll probably be more kisses in the future, just not this immediate future, second, I guess this chapter is more about the interest on his debt ^^'
So… what can I say about this chapter… you go blame my dirty mind but this was the first thing I thought of when I saw Hiyori snuggling up to Zoro in the manga.
As always a huge thank you to Rexica for betaing this chapter and tolerating all my little plot bunnies that hop her way.
Now for all my english readers, dear Rexica informed me that a futon is a couch for you, but that's not what I'm referring to in this chapter. I'm talking about the traditional japanese mattresses you put on the floor to sleep and fold up and out of the way during the day.
Last time Robin finally took mercy and helped Zoro find his way out of the city and Zoro promised to pay her back in full once they reunited.
Well, the big battle of Wano is over and Robin collects, she has also heard some juicy rumors about a ronin and a certain oiran, now what could possibly happen?
"Did you think you could bail on your debt, Kenshi-san?" she asked as soon as he entered the little hut her disembodied arms had lead him to.
He laughed, "Wouldn't dream of it." Fuck, it's been all he'd been thinking about, even before Chopper had cleared him for leaving the infirmary. Pesky little doctor.
He put his bottle of sake aside, just about ready to slip into role, but something was off about her, wasn't there? She seemed nervous, not excited as usual. "You alright?" he asked while kneeling down next to her on the laid out futon. Her blue eyes looked him over. She smiled, reserved.
"I don't know. You tell me, Kenshi-san."
He narrowed his eye at her, what was her game? Damn woman knew that he couldn't follow those fucking mindgames of hers… She got up, a contemplative pointer finger tipping at the edge of her lips.
"I have accidentally overheard," she started in that way that clearly said she'd been eavesdropping again, "Brook muttering some interesting information. Do you have any idea what that could be?"
Brook had information? She had been the one gathering information… and what information concerning him could Brook have? When had they even seen each other? On the battlefield, at Yasuie's execution, and when he'd met them after Hiyori had treated his wound. What of those things could possibly be of any interest to her?
"You know, if you had wanted a threesome you could have just said so," she revealed, and to his shame, he jumped a little at her clone blinking into existence and snuggling up to him from behind. Hadn't they already gone through this? He had no interest in a clone tha- no. The clone kissed his neck, elegant hand splaying over his chest before she rounded on him to grind on his lap. This clone really was just that, not like the last time. Not 10 years younger, but just the very mirror image of Robin as she was now. What the fuck was going on here? And what the fuck did it have to do with Brook?
"We could have talked about this, you know, Zoro-kun? We could have had fun like that. But you chose to go behind my back with that, didn't you?"
He steadied her clone on his lap, focus. Gone behind her back? With fucking what? "Would you stop that shit, Robin? What's going on?"
Her clone exploded just like fucking last time, gods damn it.
"Wasn't the woman you wanted, was it," she asked, and slowly his eye widened. Fucking hells, Hiyori? He'd just been sleeping for fuck's sake. Weren't they over this whole insecurity shit?
"Being this unfaithful with his chosen woman. What a disgrace. I believe the ronin needs punishment for that," Hiyori quipped as she entered, definitely back in her role as Komurasaki although wearing considerably less clothing.
Oh, the balls on that woman. If anyone did something behind someone's back, it had been her, taking advantage of his weakness and getting all cuddly. Probably had to thank Toko for her presence.
He looked at Robin, calm smile on her lips. Right, they were indeed way over the insecurity shit. Fuck, this wasn't Robin reverting back. This was Robin trying on a new role.
"We're going to punish you, if that's alright with you?"
He'd heard her ask similar questions plenty of times, horrifyingly calm smile on her face asking enemies if they were ready to get their backs broken. It was different now though, the tone was different. This wasn't the same rhetorical question. Che, asking for consent wasn't she?
He scoffed. If anyone needed punishment, it was Hiyori. The gall to talk like that after he had saved her ass so many times and especially after she was the one who couldn't respect his privacy and not the other way round. Soft hands clenched around his wrists, and he only had a second to see them turn black before they twisted his arms behind his back. No matter the fact that he probably was neck deep in trouble when he looked at the cheeky smirk on his woman's face, he couldn't help his chest puffing up with pride for her. Armament Haki, hu?
He flexed against her arms, demonstrating clearly that they couldn't hope to keep him subdued if he didn't allow them to, even with the haki. "Do your worst," he challenged, eye drifting to Hiyori, because fuck, they'd see who'd be begging for forgiveness at the end of the night.
"Fufufufu, we will, Zoro-kun," Robin laughed, and he could see the mirth in her eyes. The nuance of her smile changed, honest amusement. He wouldn't like what would come next, could fucking feel it in his bones. He trusted her unconditionally, and still he couldn't help his shoulders squaring up, muscles tensing, his body physically preparing for attack.
"So, Zoro-kun, we're going to use a safeword. I will tell you now, and you will repeat it, do you understand?"
Oh, she had it out for him, didn't she? Uh, fuck, he grit his teeth as one of her sneaky fingers prodded at the edges of the freshly resutured wound in his side.
"Do you understand, Zoro-kun?" She repeated, and he could feel a well-hidden shred of insecurity.
"Yes," he answered, not missing the reassuring nod Robin got from Hiyori, who looked much in her element. There was no doubt that she'd take the lead once the ground rules were laid out.
A disembodied arm grew from his wound, rather sickening to feel foreign flesh form where his own should be growing. Her hand clasped around his jaw and turned his face back on her. Her blue eyes were almost glowing. Oh, he really wouldn't like what was coming.
"Marimo," she said with the irritating calm of an executioner. The force of his teeth pressing together would probably snap Wadô's hilt in three. Fucking hell.
"Bitch," he cursed, but all it got him was two women laughing in his face and a well earned, haki-covered slap across it.
Fucking fine. "Marimo," he pressed through grit teeth. Couldn't have eased him in, could they? Had to fucking start with the humiliation.
Robin smirked… For fucks sake. "What was that? You have to speak louder than that, Zoro-kun," she demanded, using the same words, fuck, even the same tone he had used on her countless of times.
"Marimo," he said again, articulating every syllable, staring her down from below, Haki crackling just under his skin. There. He'd given her what she wanted, and now they had to get fucking creative because while he did want to give her the opportunity to explore, he sure as fuck wouldn't just roll over. From here on, they'd have to fucking work for his submission. One wrong move, and he'd have them groveling at his fe-
"My, my, it seems as if this wild beast takes some effort to tame," Hiyori's sing song voice cut through his musings. She stepped up to him, lifting his gaze to her with one finger under his chin. Comfortable with the role indeed, the woman before him was a far cry from sweet, innocent Hiyori.
"Don't worry, tiger, I've tamed my fare share of beasts before," she said in a breathy whisper, brushing her thumb over his clenched lips. "From now on, you will refer to me as Komurasaki-sama, is that clear?"
He scoffed. "Aye." Her eyes narrowed instantly at him, and even if they hadn't, he knew she didn't like the answer just because he sure as fuck wouldn't let his own subs get away with that sloppiness.
She sighed and knelt down before him, brushing his yukata from his shoulders, nuzzling in his neck, and Robin was fucking fine with it, watching with dilated pupils and parted lips as the other woman caressed his bare skin and trailed disturbingly soft kisses down his neck. What the fuck was she even doing, rewarding him like that?
With a hiss, he doubled over when a tiny fist buried itself in his injured side, in the less severe wound. Seemed like they had spent ample time preparing this behind his back. Komurasaki sat back on her haunches, and he settled his gaze back on her just after he had seen the sliver of shock and worry run across Robin's face.
"I'm afraid we won't get anywhere with pain, will we, swordsman?" Komurasaki sung again, hand reaching to carass one of the shallow cuts on his other side, "A man like you thrives on it, lives for it…"
With one fluid motion, she got back on her feet and turned Robin's head towards herself with her slightly bloody hand. "Undress, my love, will you?" she asked, the other hand tugging on the obi tied in Robin's back.
They kissed, hard and deep, tongue and teeth and fuck if it didn't make his cock jump in appreciation. Robin's fingers hooked into Komurasaki's obi while she brushed the yukata from Robin's shoulders. Like last time, she didn't wear anything under it, revealing what he hadn't seen or touched for weeks. Fuck, this would be a lot harder than he had anticipated.
His hands twitched when she tried to cup Robin's tits with her tiny hands, completely hopeless. His hands were much better suited for that job. Her head turned to him, letting Robin suck and kiss under her ear. "Are you getting impatient, Ronin? You should calm down. You wouldn't want to break her actual arms, would you?" she asked, bending down to catch one of Robin's nipples between those soft lips of hers, eyes still on him. Fuck, was that still a thing? He gave a grunt in understanding, wouldn't risk it, relaxed in the steely black hold. Komurasaki hummed, rounding Robin and resting her chin on her shoulder, eyes never leaving his as she reached around to again cup both of Robin's tits in her hands. "That's a good boy. I knew you had it in you, Ronin," she sang, one hand slipping between Robin's thighs while the other reached for her shoulder to press her to the floor. Fuck.
They sat down in front of him, just out of reach, Robin between Komurasaki's legs, her own spread wide for him to see. Thank the gods they didn't wear restraining pants around here.
Tiny hand rubbed between Robin's libs, parting them, granting him an eyeful of that sweet little cunt of hers, already so fucking wet that it could only be from days of anticipation. He looked up to her, want as thick in her eyes as the clear challenge. Then, her eyes widened for but a second before they closed in bliss, her mouth falling open for a soft moan, and his eye zeroed back between her legs where three fingers disappeared inside.
"You better pay attention, Ronin," Komurasaki chuckled from over Robin's shoulder. He shot her a look of warning, one that made his enemies quiver with fear, it but seemed like she felt fucking invincible behind Robin, inside Robin… only gave him a condescending smile and fucking hells she was right, he should have paid attention. Might have spared him of the embarrassing little jump he made when a clone materialized right on his lap, grinding on his cock that was already throbbing with its need for attention. The clone smiled at him as both she and her original moaned at the friction before she lowered her back on the tatami between his knees. Hips still grinding against his, she reached one hand over her head to… fucking hells, there was no fucking way he'd win this. Komurasaki, too, seemed surprised when she gasped at the sight, while he did his damndest to bite back any treacherous moan wanting to bubble in his throat, his muscles tensing to keep the shiver down. She regained control quickly though as she stroked Robin's hair with her free hand. "Look at what a good little slut you are, taking six fingers just like that," she murmured her praise. It didn't matter just how fucking horny he was, every single one of senses, his whole being immediately seized to solely focus on Robin. She had used the word herself before, but they hadn't had time to really talk this over, in depth. But she didn't even flinch, just angled her hips to give her clone better access, flush face nodding her agreement with the statement.
That was good, good in so many ways. Granted him some time to breathe, refocus.
"He must be packing quite a bit if you stretch so easily for our fingers. Let's take a look, shall we, my dear," Komurasaki addressed the clone still grinding against him and still pleasuring her maker. She pulled her hand back, fingers wet and glistening, dripping, and arms sprouted from the floor to push her upright on him. She offered her hand to him, and he accepted without even thinking, straining, tugging against the restraining hands in his back, but they still were just out of reach. Gave the clone a glare, but she only smiled at him, caressing his hair with the other hand and bent down to nibble at his pierced ear.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more polite than that, Zoro-kun," she breathed against his neck. Fucking- … "Bitch," he cursed, and she clicked her tongue, just like he would in her place. "Pity," she said, trailing the tangy goodness down his chest. "I just hope you'll be a bit more cooperative next time."
She opened his yukata, an appreciating smile on her lips when she saw him naked underneath. Wano underwear was just too bothersome. "Packing indeed," Komurasaki commented, and he might have been flattered if he wasn't so fucking distracted by her fingers vanishing inside his woman. The clone wrapped her long fingers around his cock, making him hiss in relief even though he fucking knew that this wasn't where this was going. She stroked him slow but firm, his breathing hitched despite his best efforts, and his teeth grit with the strain of keeping his hips from thrusting into her fist. Fucking hells he didn't fucking meditate for hours a day to lose to them this easily.
Her bright blue eyes burned into his, and if it wasn't for her slightly weaker energy, he might have taken her for the real deal. The same tiny creases around her eyes, the same admiring sparkle in them, captivating him just as much. Took him quite some effort to turn to her creator who was locked in a searing kiss with Komurasaki that made his lips feel dry in neglect. Her tits stuck out as she was bent slightly back to accommodate the oiran's demanding mouth bearing down on her. Hand on his cock tightened, demanding his attention.
"Wouldn't you like to be in her place," she asked, hand moving even fucking slower. "To kiss me like that," she pressed, giving his jaw a little bite that made his hips jerk. "Stuff me like that?" she suggested, smacking her fist down his cock in a way that made him shiver against her because, fucking hells, he was so damn close already.
"My my, aren't you pretty, Ronin? Red and twitchy suits you well."
Robin was close, too. The shivers rippling through her clone made it obvious. She gripped him tighter, pumped him faster, trying to compensate, no doubt. A last ditch effort to make him struggle. For a moment, he saw stars, a strained goran rumbling in his chest as his cock pulsed and his lower body tingled, shivers wrecking his body as he grit his teeth hard enough to hurt. Hells no, he wouldn't cum like this, all over himself. He'd give sweet fucking Hiyori-chan a mouthful.
Robin's real hand gripped tight in the fabric of Komurasaki's robe, tried to still her hands' movements, murmured words, probably trying to tell her to stop. But she didn't, fingers fucked her even faster while the other hand flicked relentlessly over her clit.
"Cum all over my hand, my love. Let him see how much pleasure I can give you," she demanded, eyes shackling Robin's gaze to hers.
No fucking way. His woman whimpered, desperate as her legs wanted to close in near ecstasy but were spread apart by Komurasaki's. She wanted to cum, just couldn't, he could see it in her eyes, the desperation, pleading for just a little more. The little more Komurasaki apparently just couldn't give her. Now wasn't that just fucking bad luck for them?
"Robin," he called out, and her eyes were immediately on him. "Cum."
She did, and it was glorious. Back straining, flushed body convulsing, pushing against her momentary keeper, strangled mewl from her lips. Glorious, but not his main attraction right now. Komurasaki's lips were drawn to a pout as she glared at him, readying herself to put him in his place.
He scoffed. Wouldn't let it come to that. "Now, Hiyori-chan, how about you pick a safeword," he drawled just as Robin's clones burst into petals.
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