"You hurt our feelings."
Asahi frowned at the girl below him, adding more pressure to his grip on her wrists as she writhed from the pain.
She would be apologizing profusely right now if her mouth wasn't...occupied.
A sadistic smirk made its way to Hinata's face as he watched from the corner with a small remote controll in his hand. The H/C girl laid on her back, legs spread open with a insertable vibrator in between them. The larger male sat on top of the girl, binding her wrists as he thrusted into her mouth.
Hinata soon got bored of simply watching and started fidgeting with the remote in his hand, repeatedly changing the intensity of the vibrator with each flick of the switch.
A snicker escaped the mouth of the red head as he watched Y/N jolt up and down from the pleasure.
Asahi thrusted quickly a couple more times before realeasing down her throat and pulling out, a white liquid dripping from her lips as she slowly began to register that she can now speak.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean- I didn't know that would upset you! I-" she shrieked.
Asahi cut her off by grabbing her by the chin and connecting them by the mouths, swapping his fluids around with their tongues. They separated with an erotic 'pop'.
"You knew what you were doing," he looked at her sternly.
Seeing the tears roll down her smooth cheeks made his gaze soften before kissing her once more.
"It's alright sweetheart, after this I'll be sure to comfort you. But for now you have to face the consequences." He talked to her like he was training a puppy, she hated it.
The two on the bed had completely forgotten about Hinata in the corner, although he was fine with it. He intended to stand by and watch- and maybe torment Y/N when necessary.
The brunette reached down to pull the vibrating device out of the girl's core. Brushing his fingers across it in admiration, like he's never seen anything more beautiful.
He stood up from the bed, making the girl nervous as he reached inside his drawer, pulling out something that made the Y/N's blow wide.
"So, Y/N...who was he?"
♡
Y/N writhed and moaned underneath Asahi as he inserted the first inch of the silicone object. It was thick, and about 12 inches long. It hurt.
Oh how badly she wanted him to stop, but she couldn't find the words that he wanted to hear.
"I told you already! J-just a fr- AH!" She screamed once again as the second inch was entered, the pain of being stretched was almost unbearable.
"I'm not buying it, Y/N." He growled.
"Please Asahi- please stop and I'll tell you everything!" She pleaded.
"Oh, but I want the truth, and the truth is been extracted when under pressure, that way you can't focus well enough to twist it. So...oops." He uttered as he slipped another inch in, starting to thrust in and out.
It burned
With no preparation and no lubrication, Y/N felt as though her inner walls were on fire.
"Ngh..." she whined as Asahi built up a steady rythm of rutting the object into her.
She couldn't take it, she could barely think, but she needed to tell themsomething or else this torture would never stop.
"He's an old friend from Tokyo...b-back when I lived in the foster hom...es..." she breathed out, drained of energy.
"Please..." she hopelessly muttered.
Asahi exahaled heavily before softly removing the object from the girl's core.
He stood up and left the room with her in his arms, Hinata moved from his position in the corner to change the bedsheets and clean up the...'spills'.
The brunette sat Y/N down on the counter before kissing her forehead and grabbing a washcloth, running it under hot water.
"You did so good baby. Just next time, tell us the truth. We could have done a lot worse."
This was fine, right? This is love. These boys truly care for her and are just looking out for her best interest. The reason they put her through all this pain is so she won't do irresponsible things like that again. They love her,
Right?
