Aoba's fem s/o spanking/punishimg him!! Thirsty af for aoba tbh
I’m always thirsty for Aoba tbh ;) This ended up being pretty lengthy; I apologize. As with any of my other writing, please message me if you would like this written differently.
There is already an established dom/sub relationship between the reader (dom) and Aoba (sub)…I hope you don’t mind!
Warning: NSFW, BDSM [dominant/submissive], spanking
You gaze with loving eyes at the man standing in front of you. “Aoba,” you say, reaching your hand out to pet his head. He purrs and gently nudges his head against the palm of your hand. “Were you a good boy while I was out?”
Aoba becomes tense, and he averts his eyes.
“Aoba,” you repeat. Aoba squirms when he hears the reprimanding tone of your voice. “Look me in the eye, and answer my question,” you command, giving a soft slap to his asscheek. It’s not meant to hurt—he’s wearing a robe, so you didn’t hit his skin—but Aoba whimpers anyway. Your slap must have shifted the vibrator inside him. His knees shake, and he grasps your shirt sleeve to steady himself.
“In—Inside me…I can’t…please…” The words pour out of his lips, hurried and weak and desperate.
Aoba hesitantly raises his head and meets your gaze. He bites his lip in resignation, and mutters, “…I’m sorry.” Fear flickers in his eyes, but he cannot turn away from your piercing gaze.
You sigh in disapproval. You walk across the living room, and sit on the edge of the large leather couch. Aoba follows with slow and unsteady steps.
“Strip,” you command when Aoba finally makes his way over to the couch.
Aoba does not hesitate to obey your command. He steps out of his white robe, exposing his pale, smooth skin. You look him up and down, and he squirms under your gaze. Despite—or perhaps, because of—his embarrassment of being stared at, he feels heat spread through his body and pool in his stomach. His cock—already fully aroused from the friction caused by the vibrator—trembles in anticipation. Clear precum flows from the swollen tip and dribbles down his length.
“You get aroused just from being stared at?” you tease, reaching out your index finger and rubbing the tip of his cock. Aoba moans, and instinctively pushes his hip forwards, silently begging for more of your touch. You pull your finger away, and he whimpers.
You wrap one arm around Aoba’s waist to support him, and Aoba willingly bends over, sticking his ass out and resting his hands on his knees. This position makes the tip of his arousal rub against his own stomach, and Aoba hastily closes his mouth, swallowing back a breathy moan.
With the palm of your free hand, you gently rub circles into the skin stretched taut over his left asscheek. You feel his cold skin warm up under your palm. Aoba trembles, his body eagerly awaiting your slap.
Without warning, you raise your arm. In one swift motion, the warmth of your palm leaves Aoba’s skin, and before he can blink, your hand crashes down on him.
The contact of skin and skin is hot. Aoba gasps as searing heat surges up his cock, and his thoughts are wholly consumed by tingling, mind-numbing pain. It takes him all of his willpower to stop himself from releasing right then and there.
“Don’t come just yet,” you warn, sensing Aoba’s desperation. You move your focus to his other asscheek, and begin rubbing his skin again. Aoba, no longer able to keep his mouth shut, gasps and chokes on his breath.
You pull your hand back again, and deliver a second blow, and a third, and a fourth, setting a steady rhythm. You feel his skin become redder and more tender with each strike.
“A—ah…ngh…Ahh!” Aoba’s knees shake, and his fingernails dig into his knees, inducing a sharp pain. Even that pain is bliss to him now, and he unconsciously rocks his hip back and forth, indulging in raw, carnal desire.
“What instructions did I leave with you today, Aoba?” you ask.
Aoba tries to speak, but the muscles of his throat struggle to form words. “That I would…keep the…ah!…vibrator inside of me…”
You abruptly lift your hand from his right asscheek, and strike his left cheek. Aoba, who had been anticipating a slap to his right cheek, lets out a short, surprised scream.
“And? What else did I instruct you to do?”
Aoba is practically sobbing now, and each of his words shake with shame. “to…turn the vibrator on at 6 pm…”
You breathe a soft hum of approval. “Those were my instructions, yes. But did you do as you were told?”
You know that he didn’t turn on the vibrator, and Aoba doesn’t deny it. Blinking back tears, Aoba sobs, “N-no…I didn’t turn it on…”
“Why not?” you ask. With your free hand, you carefully part Aoba’s asscheeks and hook your fingers on the looped string hanging out of his tightly closed entrance.
Aoba shakes his head and holds his breath, refusing to answer.
You give the string a light tug. The vibrator moves ever so slightly, scraping against his sensitive insides. Aoba moans, but still does not answer.
You frown and let go of the string. Aoba stiffens, fearing another blow to his ass. But instead, you reach away from him and grab the vibrator remote from atop the coffee table, and place it in Aoba’s hand. Aoba looks up at you, confused.
You make a point of checking the clock on the wall. “7:18. It’s a little late, but you can complete the second half of my instructions now.”
The second half of your instructions: to turn the vibrator on.
Aoba blinks, and his fingers hesitantly brush over the remote switch.
“If you don’t do it, I will prevent you from ejaculating tonight and you will spend more time with the vibrator inside you. Or, you can use the safe word now.”
The safe word. The word that can end this punishment.
Aoba shakes his head, and bites his lip.
Without a word, you watch him as he…forcefully flicks the switch on the remote and turns the vibrator on.
With a low humming sound, the vibrator begins its rhythmical movement. It twists and grinds against Aoba’s inner walls, and for a fleeting moment, he is under the impression that the device somehow increased in size.
“Ah…! Ngh…Ahh…[f/n], please…nnh…let me…” Aoba begs. Each movement of the vibrator thrusts him closer to the edge, and he finds himself biting his tongue when he tries to speak.
Blinding white light flashes behind Aoba’s tightly shut eyelids, and all of the heat in his body shoots to his cock. Despite the intense heat inside of him, his skin breaks out in cold sweat. His inner walls contract, and the knot in his stomach briefly squeezes…then unravels.
You watch, your arm still outstretched and supporting Aoba’s weight. You watch as his knees shake and his toes curl, and a huge wave violently rocks him forward. You reach out your free hand and cup the head of Aoba’s cock, letting your palm catch every drop of his thick, hot release.
You wait patiently as Aoba is washed over by wave after wave of pleasure. Unable to make a sound anymore, his lips part in a silent scream on his final climax.
You feel him go limp in your arm, and you pull him onto your lap. His entire frame quivers with the aftershocks of orgasm, and you gently rock him on your lap until he stops shaking.
Aoba blinks, desperately trying to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids flutter shut. You laugh softly and pull him closer to you. He rests his head against your chest, and you comb your fingers through his damp hair.
“You did well, Aoba,” you murmur, and press a chaste kiss to his forehead. Aoba smiles weakly.
You reach under his body and locate the vibrator’s string. “Relax and stay loose,” you say, and gently pull the device out from between his folds. Aoba whimpers but doesn’t object.
Wiping your hand on a clean towel nearby, you ask, “Do you want to tell me why you didn’t turn the vibrator on?”
Aoba opens his eyes. “…I’m not telling you,” he huffs, his usual snarky attitude returning.
You chuckle. “Is it because you can’t orgasm without me?”
You watch, amused, as his cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson.
Aoba gives a small nod, and narrows his eyes at you in annoyance. “I wasn’t like this before,” he grumbles.
You grin. “I know, I know. I made your body become this way, right?”
Aoba turns away and burrows his face in your chest.
“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you.” You stand up, wrapping an arm around Aoba’s waist and letting him lean on you. “For now, lets get you cleaned up.”
Aoba looks up at you with sleepy eyes, and cracks a small smile.
It warms your heart knowing that this man unravels in the palm of your hand. This man, who usually wouldn’t think twice of deceiving others, obeys you. He trusts you with his body, letting you push his limits and introduce him to pleasures unknown to him.
You are his dominant, and every bone in his body and every drop of his blood submit to you. He finds pleasure in pleasing you.
Your body and soul are mine, and only mine. And I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.
