toji and sukuna - punishment
"i-i'm s-sorry...n-no more please no more no more!", you grip onto the sheets below you as toji's heavy hand falls on your backside.
"i said not a word, did i not? and are you keeping count?" he said, the words coming out with such an unusual calmness for the zenin, they scared you more than any amount of yelling could.
“y-yes, sir..." you lied, your vision blurred by tears. you lost track after the fourth strike, your mind too clouded by the stinging heat to focus.
“how many have you gotten?" “twenty," you whisper, praying for mercy. a deep, dark chuckle vibrated from beside him. “Twelve, y/n, he’s hit you twelve times," Sukuna corrected, his voice dripping with amused malice. Your heart sank. You hadn't just lost count; you had lied.you hear a sigh, toji, this time, before you feel him pull you off his lap and lay you face-down on the bed. you can feel both sukuna and him getting up and hear their footsteps leave the room.
was this finally over? you wished it was over, toji spanked hard and you couldn't bear any more. you desperately wanted to reach over and rub your ass but you wouldn't dare, not with the threat of more punishment looming in the air.
you could hear them entering the room again, and you inwardly hope it's lotion and a forgiveness that they're returning with. sure, you stayed up way past your curfew and danced a little with your friends...and wore a lacy bra that peeked out of your tiny tube dress...and drank till you threw up...but it wasn't that bad, right? all forgivable...right? a pair of hands lifted your head slightly, undoing the knots of your blindfold and you relax, happy for the punishment to be over. however, the sight of toji standing there with a paddle quickly dissolved those hopes at once.
you were over sukuna's lap this time. "k-kuna- p-please-", he cut you off with a tut, although it didn't sound as amused as it usually does, "it's sir to you right now, brat.". you sniffled, tears filling up your eyes as the fear of the continued punishment plagued your mind. before you could overthink this further, toji spoke.
"he's going to give you twenty five with his hand, fifteen with a hairbrush. and then i'll be giving you ten with the paddle.", he paused, before continuing, "you don't need to count, but if you move, we start again." your breath hitched in your throat, that was fifty spanks in total, and forty from sukuna...that was going to be hell. toji hit hard, sure, but he paused and rubbed you in between hits, especially if you were crying. but sukuna...sukuna was merciless, he didn't pause or stop until the counts were over.
"do you remember your safe word?" toji asked, his voice was a little softer this time. "y-yes sir...p-pink." "good, we can start then.". the second sukuna slapped your ass, you let out a yelp, you knew you weren't gonna be able to make it through the hits. he hit so sharply, you flinched the second his hand made contact with your skin, which was already forming a hand print.
"that doesn't count since you moved. looks like i'm gonna have to start again, brat.", sukuna said, as he locked his legs over yours, keeping you in place. the next ten hits were pure misery. you were a sobbing mess, the sheets soaked with your tears as he continuously hit the same spot over and over again.
"please please please n-no more no more- i-i c-can't-" you hiccuped, squirming below his hold as he landed a harder hit. "don't move, y'n.", toji said from where he stood near the doorframe, ignoring your request completely. by the end of forty hits, your ass was purplish-red and you were bawling, gripping the sheets till your knuckles were white. you hoped for a break, at the very least, but knowing sukuna, you weren't going to get it. nonetheless, he paused for a few seconds as toji passed him the brush from your dresser.
he started with the hits again, and this time, you really really couldn't bear it anymore. you were clawing at the sheets and continuously sobbing as the intensity of the hits increased on your sore skin. stupidly, you reached a hand to your back, trying to protect yourself from the next hit, but the hairbrush hit your wrist instead.
that really hurt a lot more than it did on your ass. sukuna paused, seeing the red stripe form across your wrist before he smacked it again, much lighter and with his hand this time, moving it back to where it was supposed to be. "don't fucking pull this shit again, this punishment is meant to discipline you, not fucking injure you. you could've broken your fucking wrist, brat.", sukuna seethed as he landed a particularly hard hit across the welts forming on your ass. you really really couldn't handle this pain anymore, it was getting dizzying and his pace wouldn't let up.
finally, after the fifteen hits were over, you felt a cool finger trace the curve of your ass. sukuna lifted you off his lap, with surprising gentleness as toji picked up the paddle. you were terrified. you'd only been hit with the paddle once before, and it had ended with you using your safe word. wait...what was the safe word? you really couldn't remember it right now. while you tried to remember, toji put you into position, bent over the edge of the bed with your hands in front of you.
the first hit made your knees buckle and give out beneath you, but sukuna's arm reached out, wrapping around your waist to put you back into position as toji got ready to strike again. you were hyperventilating now. you couldn't think straight, you couldn't remember your safe word and you felt like you were going to pass out from this unbearable pain. as the paddle hit your skin once again, you screamed, knees giving out once again and this time you made no effort to get back into position even as sukuna tried to stabilise you with his hand. "p-please no m-more i c-can't please i'm s-sorry...i'm sorry--," you were choking on your own words now, struggling to breath as you broke into a fit of coughs. toji could sense that something was wrong.
something was really really wrong. he knelt in front of you as you kept on crying, "y/n, do you need to say your safe word? do you wanna say pink?". you nodded desperately, as you choked out a pitiful 'pink', and before you knew it, the paddle was gone and both of them were on the bed with you as toji pulled you into his lap.
"shh, sweetheart, we're so sorry, we should've realised earlier. you were such a good little girl, took it like a champ. we're s'proud of ya, ma, ain't we kuna?" toji lulled, cradling you in his arms. "hmm, yeah." sukuna said dully, he could sense that there was something deeply wrong and just words would not pull you out of whatever state you'd got yourself into. he realised the upcoming panic attack as you clawed at your skin.
gently, grabbing you from toji, he brushed your sticky hair out of your face, making you look straight into his red orbs. "who am i?", "s-s-ukuna," you hiccuped, "where are you?", "h-home," "what are five things you can see?" "u-um y-you, t-toji, t-the bedsheets, the d-door a-and the dresser.". "good girl, take a deep breath for me,", he took in an exaggerated breath, trying to get you to follow his breathing pattern as toji padded out of the room.
you finally calmed down and as your sniffles quieted down, you crawled into sukuna's arms. “Alright, alright, you did well, i'm sorry for hurting you, little bird.". he rocked you back and forth as toji returned with salve and some cotton. "can i have a look at your wrist, sweet girl? toji murmured, settling down beside you and softly catching your hand in his own. "that's quite a nasty gash you've got there, sweets, gonna have to be more careful next time, ya?"
you nod, sniffling at the sting of the alcohol as you felt sukuna tighten his hold on you slightly. he was being so so so careful with you right now, such a stark contrast to how he'd been mere minutes ago. you could feel your heart clench inside your chest.
toji flips you onto your tummy, and begins to apply the salve, the sharp, biting sting of the liquid hitting your sensitized, overheated skin makes you let out a fractured, high pitched whimper. The sensation is searing, a cold fire that makes your muscles seize in an instinctive attempt to escape the discomfort. your hips jerk involuntarily, and your hands claw weakly at the sheets as you try to squirm away from the source of the stinging pain. “ngh… ji, please... it stings!" you gasp, your voice trembling with a mixture of residual tears and the fresh, sharp ache blooming across your backside.
the movement is frantic, a desperate physical reaction to the way the medicine bites into your bruised flesh.sukuna, feeling the sudden, violent tension in your body, immediately reacts to your distress. he shifts his weight, his powerful thighs framing you as he pulls you even more securely against him. his grip is unyielding but lacks any of the previous aggression; instead, it is a firm, stabilizing force designed to keep you from lurching too wildly and potentially hurting yourself further. “shh, stay still, brat,” he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety vibration that you can feel deep in your own bones. “let him work. it will pass, just a moment longer."
a few minutes stretch by, and finally, finally, you feel yourself beng lifted into a seating position and being crushed against sukuna's chest. he taps a finger to your mouth, and you open, sucking on his thumb like a little baby.
you feel toji's big hand gliding across your spine and then two beefy arms hugging you from the back. exhaustion washes over you as you lean back on him, making little incomprehensible sounds that were somewhere between a grumble and a whine. toji places a kiss on your shoulder. "get some sleep, doll.'. and you feel yourself falling deep into a dreamless slumber.
