Sundrop & Moondrop x Reader

Keep Counting

(Written by @FrazzleSins on Twitter! Enjoy~)

Cw: Voice Kink, Spanking

You aren't quite sure what led you exactly to the position you're currently in. It had started with a smart remark back at Sun, who'd leveled you with a stern look. 

It was so cute, innocent, even, and it had intrigued you enough to see how far you could push his buttons. In small ways. Poking your tongue out at him, little winks in his direction, a witty comeback or a little noncommittal noise when he asked something of you. 

It was funny and utterly adorable to see your robotic friend get so flustered.But then strong hands had clamped down on your shoulders and a finger was wagged under your nose, and Sun used that tone. 

Deep, serious, scolding, practically growling as he told you that if you kept up this behavior, he would have you over his knee so fast and punish you for not minding your manners. After all, you had to set a good example for the little ones. 

 But oh, how that tone had slithered over your skin, trailing expert fingers down your spine and twisting in your gut with warmth. How it threatened to make your knees buckle. 

And so you responded in the only way you knew how; "Is that a promise?" 

 Maybe you shouldn't have gone poking the bear, but the thrill as you were hauled bodily across Sun's lap was so worth it, as well as the shaking anticipation for what was to come. Above you, the solar animatronic gives an angry chuff. 

"I warned you," he reprimands, still with that tone, "But you just had to test my patience, didn't you? Now it's time to teach you a lesson." 

You resist the urge to squirm on his lap as one large hand strokes down the small of your back to the swell of your ass, fingers delving into your waistband to pull your pants down just enough to bare one cheek to him. 

"Naughty girls deserve a spanking. Ten times today, you've misbehaved, so ten is what you'll get." 

He leans down to growl in your ear. "Count for me." 

 And his hand comes down on your rump with an audible smack, the pain sharp and stinging but you know he's reserving his strength, not intentionally hurting you. Your stomach flutters even as you squeak in surprise. 

 "One!"

Sun hums in approval before bringing his hands back down on your ass, delivering another smack. Your hands fist in the material of his pant leg, sucking in a breath through your teeth from the sting. 

"Two!" 

"Keep counting." Again his hand comes down. 

"Thr-ee!" 

You try to keep your voice from warbling, but with the pain, slowly, comes some pleasure, which you know will only intensify the further Sun goes on. It's not like you'll be able to hide this fact for long. 

But so far, Sun hasn't given any indication that this treatment, this punishment, is affecting him in the same way it is you, not yet at least. His hand comes down on you a fourth and fifth time, and you obediently bark out the corresponding numbers, but your voice begins to peter off breathlessly, and it takes all your strength to keep it together. 

But when his hand suddenly makes contact against your skin a sixth time, a sharp slap echoing into the room, you cannot help the breathy moan that shakes through your throat to accompany the count. 

"Ssssix..." 

 And he pauses then, peers at you. The hand that had been dishing out your punishment slowly smooths over the globe of your reddened ass in an almost soothing caress and you hear him chuckle. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" 

He trails those fingers down, down, further down, beneath the material of your pants to dip and stroke over your drenched folds, dipping into your heat so suddenly that you gasp in pleasure and arch your back in his grasp, though his other arm comes down on the small of your back to keep you in place. 

"How naughty, getting off to your punishment like this. You did it all on purpose, didn't you? Trying to get a rise out of ol' Sunny." 

His hips cant up and something hard and writhing strains at his pants and presses against your stomach. It's hard to concentrate on it, however, with his fingers still buried in your dripping cunt. 

He gives them a quick twitch and you keen, wriggling in his grasp. He retreats, and you whine at the loss. 

"S-Sunny, please..." 

"Oh, no, no, no, starshine," Sun rumbles, "Only good girls get to cum. And we still have the rest of your punishment to get through." 

His hand molds over your ass again, pinching it and making you yelp. 

"If you can be an obedient little pet and take the rest of your punishment, perhaps I can give you a proper reward after. But for now..." 

You can practically feel the feral grin he gives, the rasping growl now laced with a deeper satisfaction at your plight. 

"Keep counting."