Punish Me Gently
18+ | Fluff | Established relationship | Spanking | Smut
wc: 1374
a/n: Kinktober day 4 ! Please keep sending in requests! Enjoy!
The humid Tokyo night pressed against the windows of your modest apartment. Inside, the air conditioner hummed, fighting a losing battle against the sticky heat and the tension crackling between you and the man lounging on the worn leather couch. Toji Fushiguro, your infuriatingly attractive boyfriend, had one thick arm draped over the back of the couch, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched you try and fail to wrestle the stubborn lid off a jar of pickles.
âNeed a hand, princess?â he drawled, voice rough like gravel under tires. His eyes, sharp and dark even in the dim light, traced the curve of your back where your oversized, soft cotton t-shirt had ridden up, revealing the swell of your hips above your sleep shorts. Heâd been teasing you all evening, ever since youâd complained about the heat and heâd suggested, with a wolfish grin, that maybe you were wearing too many clothes.
You huffed, cheeks flushing. âIâve got it, caveman. Just⌠stuck.â You braced the jar against your ample stomach, twisting with all your might. âStupid jar.â
Toji chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in your own chest as he unfolded himself from the couch. He closed the distance in two strides, his presence suddenly overwhelming the small kitchenette.Â
âTold ya,â he murmured, his large, calloused hand covering yours on the lid. His other hand settled possessively on your hip, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles just above the waistband of your shorts. His touch was electric. âStrength ainât always about brute force, sweetheart. Sometimes itâs about leverage.â With a casual flick of his wrist, the lid popped off with a satisfying noise. He didnât move his hand from yours. âSee?â
âShow-off,â you muttered, trying to ignore the way your pulse hammered against your ribs. His thumb kept moving, that slow, maddening circle. You could feel the heat radiating from him.
âJust efficient,â he countered, leaning down. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, his breath hot. âLike how efficiently you drive me crazy in those little shorts.â His free hand slid from your hip, tracing a slow path down the curve of your ass, giving the generous flesh a deliberate, appreciative squeeze. âFuckinâ perfect.â
You shivered, leaning back slightly into his touch. âFlattery will get you everywhere, Fushiguro.â
âGood.â His voice dropped, losing its teasing edge, turning smoky and dark. âBecause Iâve been thinkinâ.â His hand on your ass stopped squeezing and flattened, applying a gentle, insistent pressure. âThinkinâ about how damn pretty your skin would look right about⌠here.â He punctuated his words with a sharp, stinging smack delivered squarely to the plump swell of your left cheek.
The sound was loud in the quiet apartment. A gasp tore from your lips, more surprise than pain, followed instantly by a flood of heat that had nothing to do with the weather. It bloomed where his palm had connected, spreading warmth through your core. Your grip tightened on the counter edge.
âToji!â you protested, though it lacked conviction. Your body was already arching subtly towards him, betraying you.
âHmm?â He feigned innocence, his hand rubbing the spot heâd just struck, soothing the slight sting even as his fingers dipped dangerously low, teasing the hem of your shorts. âSomethinâ wrong, princess? Didnât like that?â He leaned in again, his lips grazing your neck this time. âLiar. I can feel you shakinâ. Can smell how wet youâre gettinâ for me.â
You swallowed hard. He wasnât wrong. The initial shock had melted into a delicious thrum of arousal, low and insistent. âYouâre⌠presumptuous.â
He chuckled again, the sound vibrating against your skin. âNah. Just observant.â His hand lifted, hovering. âAnd I observe you blushinâ real pretty right down to your tits every time I put my hands on this sweet ass.â Smack! Another sharp, deliberate blow landed on the other cheek. Harder this time. The impact jolted you forward slightly, a small, breathy moan escaping before you could stop it. The sting was bright, immediate, followed by that same deep, spreading heat. He didnât rub it this time. He let the sensation linger, sharp and demanding your attention.
âThatâs it,â he growled, approval thick in his voice. His hand settled possessively on the curve, fingers splayed, kneading the flesh heâd just marked. âLet me hear you. Sound so fuckinâ good when youâre takinâ it.â His other hand abandoned the jar entirely, sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him. You could feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against your lower back, undeniable proof of the effect this was having on him too.
âWhy?â you breathed, turning your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes were dark pools, pupils blown wide with desire, fixed intently on the reddening skin visible above your shorts. âWhy do you like⌠this?â
He met your gaze, his smirk softening into something more intense, almost possessive. âBecause itâs yours,â he stated simply, his voice rough. âThis gorgeous, soft, strong body. Mine to touch. Mine to enjoy.â His hand flexed on your ass, another possessive squeeze. âMine to mark.â Smack! This one landed lower, right where cheek met thigh, the sound sharper, the bite of pain deeper. You cried out, your knees buckling slightly. Tojiâs arm around your waist tightened instantly, holding you up, pulling you harder against him. âMine to make feel good,â he finished, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear. âFeel that? How hot your skin is under my hand? How youâre pushinâ back against me, begginâ for more?â He punctuated the question with two rapid, stinging smacks in quick succession on the same spot, the force making you gasp and writhe against him, a confusing mix of protest and desperate need.
âT-Toji!â you whimpered, the sharp sensations blurring the line between pain and pleasure, each smack sending jolts straight to your core. Your shorts felt impossibly tight, dampness soaking through the thin cotton.
âShhh,â he soothed, his voice a dark caress. His punishing hand gentled, rubbing firm, deep circles over the heated, smarting flesh, spreading the warmth, easing the sting into a deep, satisfying throb. His other hand slid down from your waist, slipping boldly beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion. His calloused fingers found your slick heat instantly. âFuck, youâre soaked, baby,â he groaned against your neck, his fingers sliding through your folds with agonizing slowness. âAll this from my hand on your ass? Such a greedy little thing.â
âS-Shut up,â you managed, arching into his touch as his fingers found your clit, circling it with maddening pressure. âJust⌠donât stop.â
He nipped at your earlobe. âWasnât planninâ on it.â Smack! Another sharp blow landed, this time squarely on the undercurve of your ass, just as his thumb pressed hard against your clit. The dual assault, the sharp sting radiating outwards and the intense pressure concentrated at your core made you cry out, your vision blurring for a second. You pushed your hips back against his hand, seeking more of the delicious friction, more of the sharp, grounding pain.
âThatâs it,â Toji growled, his voice thick with lust. He alternated now a firm, stinging smack that made you gasp and clench around his probing fingers, followed by deep, kneading rubs that soothed the sting into a deep, pleasurable ache, all while his fingers worked expertly between your legs, building the pressure inside you relentlessly. His rhythm was hypnotic, brutal, and utterly intoxicating. â Look so pretty gettinâ your ass painted red for me. My perfect girl.â His fingers plunged inside you, curling just right, and you nearly screamed, your legs trembling violently.
âToji! Iâm⌠Iâm gonnaâŚâ The coil inside you tightened unbearably, the sharp bursts of pain from his palm only heightening the exquisite tension coiling in your belly.
âYeah?â he rasped, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. He delivered three rapid, sharp smacks in succession the force driving you forward onto your tiptoes, his fingers pistoning inside you, his thumb grinding on your clit. âCâmon then. Let go. Show me how much you love my hand on your ass.â His voice was a guttural command, impossible to resist.
The final smack, combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers, shattered you. A raw, keening cry tore from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you, violent stars danced behind your eyelids. Your body convulsed, clenching desperately around his fingers, your knees giving way completely. Toji held you upright effortlessly, his arm a steel band around your waist, his hand still possessively cupping your throbbing, heated ass as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, each aftershock mingling with the deep, satisfying ache heâd left behind.
He held you through it, murmuring low, filthy praise against your sweat-dampened hair â âGood girl⌠fuck, look at you⌠took it so fuckinâ perfectâŚâ â until the tremors subsided, leaving you boneless and panting, leaning heavily against him. Slowly, gently, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean with a low groan of satisfaction that sent another shiver through you.
He turned you carefully in his arms, his gaze raking over your flushed face, your kiss-swollen lips, your eyes still dazed with pleasure. His own expression was fierce, possessive, satisfied. He traced a fingertip along your heated cheekbone, then down to brush your lower lip.
âStill think I was just showinâ off with the jar, princess?â he asked, his voice a low rumble, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. His hand slid down to gently squeeze the ass cheek heâd spent the last several minutes thoroughly warming, making you gasp softly at the tender sensitivity. The possessive gesture sent a fresh, needy pulse through your spent body.
You managed a weak glare, though your lips twitched upwards. âMaybe. Still a caveman.â
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted like salt, sweat, and him. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with renewed heat. âCavemanâs got you right where he wants you,â he murmured, his thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your ass again. âAnd he ainât nearly done with this perfect ass yet. Bedroom. Now.â The command was soft, but brooked no argument. The night, and the delicious sting, was far from over.
















