Hyungberry

"No—I'm so done with this, Hange!"

You roll your luggage into the hotel room carelessly. Letting it crash down onto the polished floors with a loud sound.

"I've been telling you, begging you, to just at least spend a day with me—your wife—without any interruptions. And now, here I am, fully believing that you planned this entire nice vacation as an apology..." you chuckle sarcastically," ...it's a work trip for god's sake!"

You're hysterical. Walking back and forth in the small living room of your hotel room. Almost hyperventilating with how stressed you are right now.

Hange, who you've been married to for three years now, approaches you with regret drawn all over their face. Their lips press together, their inner brows curling up. Hands trying to reach yours in hopes that they could calm you down.

"Baby, baby—I know, I should've told you it's a work trip," Hange says in a rush, trying to come near you. They really can't. "It's just my boss allowed me to treat it as a normal vacation. Everyone in our team brought someone with them. They're treating it as a vacation too!"

You blink at them, dumbfounded at their response.

"I don't care if they're treating it as a vacation," you tell them, trying your best to keep your voice leveled. "You are here on work hours, Hange. You have responsibilities to do."

"Tell me, what do you plan on doing tomorrow, huh?" You demand. When they fail to respond, their lips pursing together in a tighter line, you huff, "See? You're working tomorrow. God knows what kind of specimen you're looking for, or what kinda experiment you gotta conduct at some nearby—I don't know!" You throw your arms up in frustration. You kept your head staring up at the ceiling, desperate to keep the waterworks in.

Some part of you feels guilty; Hange's never been short of an amazing lover. You married them exactly because of it, because of how loving, caring, and unintentionally charming they are.

Had you known there'd be three of you in a the relationship—you, them, and their work—then you would've maybe, just maybe, thought twice about marrying them.

The heavy silence between you two was suffocating. Hange could feel their hands itching to intertwine with yours, desperate to feel your skin against theirs. As much as they understand your sentiments, as well as their own lapses as your partner, they just couldn't leave their work any time soon—so they hoped that maybe this would've worked for you.

Clearly it didn't because you had your head in your hands, shoulders rising and falling intermittently. 

Hange says your name cautiously, taking quiet steps towards you as your sniffles filled the air. Before they could close the distance, you snap your head up at see them eye-to-eye.

I just want to be with you, alone. I want your attention. Everything. You think everything you couldn't say, hoping that maybe they could hear them through their mind.

"We need to clear our heads," you say to them, swiping your hands across your face.

You didn't want to cry. You're not going to cry.

"I don't... I don't think we need to be around each other right now." You stand up, rubbing your palms on your sides. "I'm sorry. You can have the room. Get some rest."

"Baby." Hange's calls fall short as you grab your bag, walking to the door as fast as you could.

Just as you go out, your body halfway through the door, you look at them. Their stiff shoulders, rounded eyes.

"We're... We're okay. Just do what you need to do then come back to me, okay?" Your voice lowers to a plead. The very words sparking a sense of hope in their eyes.

"Yes," they say almost immediately, "I'll finish this as soon as I can then I'll take care of everything. I'll make this trip worthwhile, I promise."

As much as you hated to admit it, Hange's soon is clearly not the same as your definition of soon.

It's been two days already. You two've kissed and made up already, although still somewhat distant. You just couldn't let it go easily.

Here you are now, at some fancy floor of the hotel, wearing what you were supposed to be wearing had Hange not been called for an emergency meeting. At which point you just couldn't be bothered anymore.

Hange's missing out, not you. That's all that matters.

"A manhattan, please," you tell the bartender, scanning the surroundings.

There were old men everywhere. Just the usual. Not much people your age which you liked. At least then you didn't have to worry about crashing into someone you probably know.

"That and a whiskey highball."

The seat behind you is suddenly occupied by a woman in a neat white button-up long sleeve. It hugs her torso perfectly, enticing you just by a small small amount. The ends of her sleeves were still cuffed and the shirt was still tucked in so you assume she just got off of work.

What you notice more wasn't her attire, or her long pin-straight brunette hair, or even the dark shadows under her eyes that makes her look... well, hot; you notice the stream of smoke that escapes her lips.

You watch as she takes the filter in between her lips, drawing in a breath as the other end of the cigarette glows. She lets it simmer between her lips first, prompting your eyes to lift and lock with hers. The emotionless look in them setting off butterflies you didn't know were still in you. 

The bartender places down two glasses just in time. Her lips parting to let the smoke out in silky grey threads, blowing out the air calmly.

"You're smoking," you open the conversation, finding yourself surprisingly intrigued.

She chuckles softly. The cigarette finishes in no time, her slender fingers crushing one end of it on the provided ashtray.

"It's a cigar bar for a reason, no?" She responds, quirking the corner of her mouth in the slightest bit.

You keep quiet, turning your attention away and looking at the other patrons lounging around instead. Most of them were alone, a chosen some had some form of arm candy on them though.

"My name's Shoko," you hear from beside you. "Shoko Ieiri."

Your lashes bat unintentionally. The sly stretch on their lips doing no help for your inhibitions whatsoever. A moment passes by with the live jazz playing at the far end of the bar before you decide to return the gesture.

It was simple really. You just told her your name then turned your back to her again.

The rock on your finger is still there. You're not hiding it. She's not blind either, surely she can see your wedding ring considering how obvious you're holding your hand out.

"I'm guessing it's a bad day with the mister?" They take their glass, indulging in a hefty sip.

You blow off a breath. Rubbing the skin of your arm calmingly. "Something like that, I guess."

Deciding to make good on what she's given you, you take the cocktail and sip it carefully. Lips smacking against each other as you taste the bitterness on your tongue.

"What about you?" You sneak a glance at her hands.

There was nothing on both.

Shoko lifts one hand, checking the inside and outside of her palm before shrugging. "Don't bother. There's no mister to worry about."

After some time where your manhattan's slightly halfway and she's on her second highball, she decides to converse again.

"Here on vacation?"

You couldn't help but scoff. A droplet of liquid making its way on the corner of your mouth.

"How many cigarettes have you smoked?" Your question comes out before you even think about it. Eyes widening at the bundle of cigarette butts on her ash tray.

She laughs, "I asked you first."

You blink at them, huffing out a breath, "No, I'm not here on vacation." The words come out snippier than you intended, your eyes rolling back instinctively as the fight with Hange from days ago resurfaces. The grudge still fresh, definitely long before it's fully buried.

"Oh," she says with slightest knit of her eyebrows. "That doesn't sound good."

"It's not." You take the remainder of your drink and down it. Still having half a mind to place it down softly as the bartender shot you a curious stare from the side.

"Well then," Shoko pauses, adjusting herself on the stool so she's facing straight at you. She twists, picking up something from her hip.

An elegant silver casing with a button on the side. She extends her hand at you, applying some pressure on the button before it clicks open.

It's a cigarette case. Of course.

What'd you expect from the woman that probably outsmoked every old guy in the bar within twenty minutes?

"Do you?" She asks.

I stopped, you wanted to share, but that'd only prompt even more conversation with the woman that's so similar yet so different with your significant other in every way possible.

So you don't. Instead you take a cigarette stick, unconsciously biting your bottom lip as you put it in between two fingers.

Shoko smirks. She clicks the case close again, placing it somewhere on the counter before holding out her lighter. Sleek and elegant as the case, only now with gold accents.

You place the cigarette in between your lips, color already staining your fingers from your lipstick. She flips it back with satisfying clink, thumb already at the spark wheel.

Your eyes flick up to hers. They were darker than Hange's, a deeper brown as opposed to your partner's light-browns. You catch yourself locked in their gaze longer than you preferred. Her eyes were just so... enticing. Like they were pulling you in, laying out breadcrumbs for you to pick up just until you were close enough for them her cage you in.

Inhaling sharply, you drop your eyes back to your cigarette.

Shoko easily gets the gist. Her thumb sliding down on the wheel as a well-formed flame sparks from it. You adjust the end of your cigarette, keeping it stable enough just until it's fully lit.

"Another one, please," you hear her say to the bartender as you focus on making sure you don't cough the smoke out like an amateur.

The nicotine hits you like a log of wood. Your mind spinning at the intense rush of flavor at your tongue. The quality of the cigarette evidenced by how dense the smoke is as it floats down to the center of your throat before you push it out your lips in a controlled exhale.

You've only ever tried those cheap ones you buy over the counter at gas stations. This one's new.

You glance at your phone on the counter. It's been sitting there silently the entire night. Not a single vibrate or ping. Hange's busy, you figure. Too busy to even ask you how your night is.

"It must be a pretty grueling fight if you relapsed 'cause of it," Shoko remarks.

You take another careful drag of the cigarette, contemplating whether the rush sensation you're feeling is from it, or from the woman that gave it to you.

"What do you mean?" You take it back in between your fingers, blowing off a little harsher this time. Tilting your head up so the smoke hits above instead of her face.

"You clearly quit smoking before. Not sure when, won't really ask why. You've been glancing on your phone too, waiting for their message perhaps," Shoko pauses, sipping her whiskey. Each observation hitting a mark. "Like I said, Your argument with whoever it is must've been exhausting if you're smoking again 'cause of it."

You scoff. Your teeth clenches together, unconsciously dangling your heel at the small footrest on her chair.

"You offered," you say with no particular tone, shrugging your shoulders.

Shoko snickers, moving all of a sudden as she takes the cig from your fingers. Your brows furrow in confusion, about to call her out on it when you see her simply tap off the ash on her ashtray.

Her lips draw a smile on, just lazy and sweet, making sure she has your eyes locked with hers before she brings your cigarette to her lips. Smoking it so casually—and sensually, though you hate to admit it—as if the grey clouds that leave her mouth was a part of her own soul.

You swallow. A splash of nervousness drenching you through your silk dress. You don't even notice the way her eyebrow cocks up in interest at the way your irises shake subtly.

She finishes the remainder of the cigarette, squishing it down with the rest before calling your attention away from your phone.

"I have mints in my room, if you want."

You're not born yesterday, you know what that means. You know what that look on her face clearly wants too.

It'd be a lie to say you didn't want her. No matter how much you try and keep up this saintly act of yours, no matter how much more you love Hange than her, the urge to throw away your logic for a single night swallows you in quicker than you could get away.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips unconsciously, eyes dropping down to the alluring smirk stretching her mouth.

Fuck, you shouldn't feel this—this warm sensation bubbling at your lower abdomen, not at someone you hadn't even known for twenty-four hours.

But the air is intoxicating. The manhattan's catching up to you. You know you want her.

The voice in your mind deepens. Lulling you into a bottomless pit you can't quite claw out of. Your eyes screw shut for a moment, heavy breaths entering your nostrils and leaving through your mouth.

Her eyes watch over you, calm and collected as she waits there with her whiskey, sipping quietly.

You glance at your phone again. The pitch black screen pushing you closer and closer to the woman beside you. A foul sign from the universe really.

Hange. Hange. Hange.

Your brain screams continuously of their name. How it longs to see them again, to hold them, to have them hold you; sure, you've wanted to explore and be more daring at the bedroom but cheating on them is not exactly a synonym for daring.

Do you really have to think about that now though? You already have a chance to have a good time. Imagine the sex.

Shoko's glass clinks against the fragile counter, catching you staring from her peripheral.

She looks away, probably understanding your inner turmoil. You click your finger on the screen, counting one—two—three seconds for the empty lock screen before you turn to her.

"You... you two're workmates?" The air's kicked out of your lungs as you're faced with not just Hange in front of you, but Shoko as well.

The two had that conniving look in their eyes as they glanced at each other, just a small moment before two sets of eyes glue themselves onto your silk robe-clad body. Feeling a lot smaller than usual with these two watching you so closely.

Hange approaches you first, walking to the end of the bed where you sat on your knees, their textured palm gently tilting your chin up with a smile that made you swoon over and over again.

"Mhmm..." they hum, leaning forward until their lips brush against yours. "Why'd you think she approached all boldly like that, huh?" They press their lips to yours in a chaste kiss, a deep sound grumbling from their chest. "Imagine how proud I was when Shoko told me how hard it was trying to get you to say yes."

Their hand slithers down from yours chin to your collarbones, even farther down to your chest where they cup the undersides of your breasts, pushing them up just enough to land kisses on the skin peeking from your robe's cleavage.

"And even at Shoko's best, you said no." Hange smiles, teasingly digging their teeth on one breast just to make you squirm.

"Then why is she here?" You shoot her a glance from across the room, keeping your voice down just in case.

She was still dressed in the same get-up as earlier, though now with a three buttons unbuttoned from the top. Her lips in a lazy smirk as she watches the two of you so normally.

"I told you I'll make this trip worthwhile, right?"

And there's that glint in their eyes.

That glint that science took from you for like, what three months now?

Even with just that, your hips squirm impatiently. A pathetic whine desperate to be heard.

"But it's just if you want to, baby," Hange's voice shifts back to its usual caring voice. Their eyes widening just slightly as they take a moment to look at you. "We don't have to do this if you want to. I just... I just remember a secret you told me a while back." They snicker at the memory.

"I've tried to find the best date to make it happen and this work trip's the only best date." Hange stops their massage on your tits and holds your hands. There's still that apologetic tone in their voice that swells your heart.

"But Shoko—how'd you get them to agree to this?"

"Would it be more comforting if I say I've known Hange since we were in college?" Shoko cuts in, crossing her arms over her chest. "Didn't take much convincing, to be honest. I trust them, they trust me."

Hange gets your attention back with a soft squeeze of yours hands. "So? Your call, sweetheart. If you don't want to do this, we can—"

"Are you kidding?" You scoff, suddenly breathless, "Kiss me, Hange."

They don't even get to move as you pull them in, arms on their shoulders, kissing them so hungrily to the point that you hope the taste of your cocktail lingers on their tongue. You could hear Shoko's soft giggle somewhere, maybe even some rustling here and there too.

Hange wraps their long arms around your waist and torso, letting you deepen the kiss before they pull away with lust-blown eyes. Lips already swollen from just a few moments of liplock.

"Hmm, Shoko?" Hange turns their head, gesturing a hand towards the woman before looking back at you. Their eyes a world darker. "Just enjoy, alright? You can stop this anytime you want," they whisper to you right before stepping back. Shoko filling in their place with her hooded eyes and parted lips.

She calls your name with honey dripping from her voice, the butterflies inside of you crashing against one another.

"So you knew about me and Hange this whole time?" You can't help but ask her as she takes a seat to your right, letting you see your partner sit down on the plush chair situated at the corner of the room.

Shoko hums, her attention flickering down to your lips. "They're the one that told me you're at the bar."

Her hand lands on your thigh, over the silk fabric. You could tell she felt the warmth radiating from your body from the slight flare of her usually monotonous gaze.

Like some slow-form torture, she drags her hand right up to where your thigh and hip meet, dipping it ever so teasingly inward. Just enough to take that shaky breath right out of your throat before pulling it away.

"Does knowing they planned this make you feel a little less guilty?" Shoko tilts her head to the side of your face, whispering in your ear like the devil from earlier.

Your attention lands on Hange. The way they sit on the chair with their legs spread wide, one elbow on the arm rest, watching how their longtime friend slowly push you to let go with each seductive touch. They hold your gaze in theirs, lust swallowing their usually light brown pupils.

Faint kisses make themselves known on the corner of your jaw, the heat of Shoko's hand dipping into the opening of your robe.

"Answer me." You hear them command.

You gulp, hairs on your body standing up with how erotic this entire situation is despite all of you being fully-clothed. You look to your partner as if asking for some kind of permission—one that assures you they truly wanted—planned this.

When you notice the slight raise of their brows, a relieved breath—a weak breathy moan to a trained ear perhaps—is pulled from you. "Yes."

Her hand cups the naked heat underneath your robe, eliciting a gasp from your lips. Your knees parting on their own, providing her with room.

"Fuck, you're wet," Shoko observes, swiping two fingers across your slit with her bottom lip in between her teeth. She turns her head towards Hange's direction, "You're right, Zoë. She likes this. Matter of fact, I think she's growing rather impatient actually... underneath whatever this shy facade she's putting on."

She swipes again, languid motions of her slender fingers making you stick your knees back together as though trapping her hand in between your legs.

You whimper pathetically, clenching on nothing but the sight of the two of them exchanging knowing glances.

It made you feel hot. Burning, in fact. You don't know how long you can last like this, how long you could hold onto whatever was left of your self-control.

"Oh she's far from shy." Hange leans forward, getting a closer look at the way your body slowly melts in their workmate's hands. "Might take a moment to warm up to you, though I'm sure you can do it in no time, Ieiri."

Shoko returns her attention to you, a sense of determination drawn on her features.

Your eyes widen at her. The way she stares down at you felt like a predator indulging in her prey right before she bites. And you're right, it's exactly like that.

Her lips slot in between yours with a hunger you never expected from someone as composed as her. Rough hands undoing the tie of your robe before shoving it off of your shoulders carelessly. You hiss, feeling the cold air against your bare chest, nipples turning into even stiffer peaks.

Shoko breathes, taking one side of your face in their hands as the other massages your breast, rolling your nipples in between her fingers. "Look at them—look at Hange while you kiss me. Don't be shy about it," she says before claiming your lips again. Her tongue invading your the wet cavern of your mouth like it's her life mission to.

You could taste the whiskey on her tongue, the faint remnants of nicotine; your eyes screwed shut for whatever reason.

Then, a sharp pinch lands on your nipple. "I said look at them."

So you do. You peel your eyes open, immediately buckling when you see them staring right at you with their chest rising and falling heavily. Their lips were pursed together, watching you silently.

You tried your best to keep up with the force of Shoko's lips, tongue willingly submitting to hers. Your eyebrows jerk inwards, feeling their free hand move from your tits to your cunt.

Shoko pulls you away, swollen lips wetting themselves before she raises her palm and spits on it. She shoves it down, pressing the slob of her saliva in between your legs, grinding her palm before thrusting in two fingers unannounced. Your knees quiver, hands coming forward to hold her wrist, moaning weakly.

She pulls it back to her face, boldly extending her tongue and licking her palm all whilst you watch. She grins, standing up from the bed as she proceeds to pull down her pants. Leaving herself in nothing but her panties and button top. 

She's amazing, fuck, you thought to yourself, feeling yourself drip even more as you look down at the lacy fabric of her underwear.

Shoko clicks her tongue, "Sit properly for me, c'mon—make sure you're facing them." You obey without a word, adjusting your body so you sat cross-legged, making sure you're in Hange's direct line of sight. The lewdness of it all buzzing through your bones.

She crawls on the bed to sit herself behind you. Her long legs appearing on either side of you as you feel her push back your shoulders to rest on her chest.

"Did I say sit there with your legs closed? No, I meant spread your fucking legs, sweetheart." Contrary to her words, she speaks that in the loveliest tone imaginable. "Gotta make this enjoyable for them too, greedy girl."

You catch Hange rolling their eyes at Shoko's antics, though still watching intently.

On any other day, had Hange told you to do that, you would've done so in a heartbeat. Maybe even spread them before they even tell you. But now, now you're cautiously spreading your legs apart, as if you were a virgin and it's your first time showing that beautiful, glistening wetness in between your legs to another human being.

Hange's breathing picks up. Their eyes blinking continuously as they all but grow even hornier from seeing your cunt pulse and drip so desperately.

"Fuck, look at that." You hear Shoko's voice from behind you, arms snaking to your sides as they push your thighs even farther apart. "Was this before, during, or after we spoke at the bar?"

When your eyes narrow at her, she laughs. "Just kidding. I'm sure it's after."

Shoko brings her right hand down to your center, cupping your heat shamelessly. "Could feel you clenching. Desperate for my fingers already?"

Her left hand comes on your chest. Giving your tits some well-deserved love, or perhaps taking your attention away from how they begin rubbing your clit in quick circular motions. Their fingers against your wetness producing a lewd sound every time.

You arch your back, feeling your breathing pick up as the pleasure boils in your stomach. Every delicious motion of her fingers pulling out a moan from you. Each time you try and push back against her, desperate to clutch something, you feel your sanity chip away.

"Sh—Shoko, fuck," you say in a broken gasp, legs threatening to close as your climax steadily builds with how fast she's circling your clit. Shoko easily hooks her ankles underneath yours, keeping you spread apart and visible to Hange.

"Tch, tch, no closing your legs, sweetheart. I know it feels good," she says with faux sympathy. "Still a long night ahead of us."

Your moans heighten, breathy high-pitched calls of Shoko's name; your hips jitter desperately, trying to grind your hips in time with their fingers. Walking yourself to the edge just to push yourself over, eyes screwing shut, the orgasm at your tongue already.

She slaps your tits, a loud and cracking sound that gets your eyes widening all of a sudden. A soundless screaming forming on your mouth as you tip over the edge. Her hand still continuously rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves even as you scrape your nails all over her wrists, legs trying to close.

Right before the overstimulation sets in, you feel her hand leave.

"Look at that!" She exclaims delightedly, pulling away the hand on your pussy only to slap it a two—three times. Each time making you twitch weakly. "That's a good start. Though you’re still not letting go, sweetheart."

You open your eyes tiredly, feeling your chest heaving already. "What are you talking about. I am letting go."

"No you're not. You're still holding back," Shoko says, pressing her lips all over the side of your neck. "No worries. I'll get you out of it."

Looking to Hange, you see their hands gripping the armchair tightly. The veins on their forearm prominent now. There's a tight smile on their lips, one of assurance and promise.

Shoko takes back your attention again as she roves her hands all over your body, kissing the sweaty skin of your shoulder blades before she finds herself back at your inner thighs. You feel her spread your folds, exposing you even further.

At your position, you're certain Hange can see everything.

By that, you mean everything you could possibly show them. Your labia, your pulsing clit; the way your walls clench around nothing. Even the sticky residue left on the small tufts of hair from your arousal.

They've explored every inch of you from tireless nights before but seeing you with your legs spread before them, another woman's hands presenting your pussy to them as if an open book—it's a new genre of erotic that they hadn't known before.

"Hange, spit on her pussy."

Shoko's order shocks you to your core. Your eyes widening, Hange just as caught off-guard as you are.

"Come on. Don't you two act so shy now," Shoko huffs, massaging the soft muscle of your inner thigh, enticing Hange even more. "Spit on her, now."

Your partner doesn't respond, but they stand from the chair, the light clink from where they place their glasses down. Your breath hitches as you watch them take two big steps to the end of the bed, dipping their body forward until their head's right above your sopping cunt.

Hange looks up, staring at you with their round brown eyes. Your mouth gapes.

Their mouth works, gathering a thick blob of spit before tilting their head down and spitting it right at the center of your clit. Shoko's fingers quickly moving to spread the makeshift lubricant all over.

You arch back at Shoko again, whining Hange's name as you desperately try to close your legs around them. She clicks her tongue, ordering them to spit even more—even messier.

Hange abides by her, knowing the way you so thoroughly enjoy being messy in bed; seeing how aroused you get the rougher they spat. You bite your lip, hands seeking purchase on the sheets as your body moves on its own, desperate for more.

Their head lowers down with each time they spit, the closer they are, the better it feels for you especially with Shoko so diligently spreading Hange's saliva all over your own wetness.

Just before their face drops to the surface of your pussy, Shoko's palm plants itself at the center of their forehead. "Not yet," she says, "I'll let you know when we need you again, Hange."

And there, Hange's glaring at Shoko again. Heading back to their chair, pulling it as close to the bed as possible before dropping themselves on it.

"Can I spit on you?" She asks, uncharacteristically soft and careful, then you remember you two haven't really been all that introduced formally.

You respond, pupils dilating as her smirk widens, "Yes."

"She wants me to spit on her too, Hange," Shoko chimes, moving to your side, clothed breasts pressing against your bicep. Her hand suddenly grips your chin, holding it to her direction with such roughness that your lips part instinctively.

Unlike Hange, she spits in your mouth loudly, shamelessly. A grin stretches on her face, "Want more?"

"More," you echo, nodding your head as best a you could.

"Knew it—fucking greedy girl you are," she laughs provocatively, "Tell me what you want—c'mon, tell me what you want me to do."

"Spit on me," you say, dignity slowly slipping away.

Shoko's eyes sparkles with mischief. "On you? Where exactly, sweetheart. You have to be specific—"

"Spit in my mouth!" You yell at her. Throwing every care out of the window as you all but plead for her own saliva on your tongue.

She hums in satisfaction, taking your chin in her hand again. This time, you roll your tongue out for them, awaiting the exact moment you feel her harsh spit hit the center of your muscle.

You swallow it without even thinking. Mouth opening wide for her again.

Shoko affectionately slaps your cheek, squishing them with slight aggression, loving the way color blossoms on your face.

"There she is." Your eyes snaps to Hange's voice, jumping slightly when you see them standing over the bed, arms crossed over their chest.

They lean forward, Shoko personally holding your face to them. "Open wide for me baby." You do as you're told, laying out your tongue like you did to Shoko.

By the end of that spectacle, your body's a mess of spittle. Shoko's saliva spread all over your body; on your neck, on your tits, on your stomach, no part of you left untouched.

Now, Shoko has your cunt right above her head. Your face in between her spread knees, hovering just above her cunt. Hange's still watching from the end of the bed, getting perfect view of how Shoko's tongue drive you to the edge for the third time that evening.

You clutch her thighs for support, mouth agape as spit dribbles down at the corners. The way her tongue fucks in and out of your walls, exploring every wet orifice inside you whilst her pointer and middle finger circle your clit.

"Mmmhmm—god, fuck! Sho... shit." Your head drops weakly, sticking to rest on her thigh. "So good, fuck, ah—Ah!"

Your hazy vision tries to focus on Hange right now but you just can't—it's all too good. Shoko's too fucking good at what she's doing to you.

Tongue hitting all the right spots. Fingers all but tipping you over the edge as you break apart above her with a wail of her name. The tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes as she continues to eat you through your release. The contented humming she's doing vibrate straight through your core, your hips jerking uncontrollably.

"Keep your eyes open, baby," Hange's voice pulls you awake, fucked-out eyes staring up at them as they cradle your face in their palm. No longer able to stay glued to the chair. "Look at you... Shoko's mouth feels that good, huh?"

Your eyes roll back as a response. Nails digging into the skin of Shoko's thigh as you feel another high coming fast.

Hange watches you fall apart on her mouth, sobs falling from your lips, incoherently mumbling as your body quivers from the intensity of your orgasm. They capture your lips, kissing you for the first time that night.

You don't even remember much of their lips. Your body fully giving up the control as you let Hange move you however they want. Their gentle hand running across your shoulder blades, swirling their tongue with yours.

Shoko shifts underneath you, grabbing your leg and slipping away. The entire lower part of her face drenched with your release, practically dripping at her chin.

Hange pulls away from the kiss, a lewd string of saliva still connecting you both. They look up at Shoko. A wordless glance exchanged between them before Shoko captures you in a liplock again. Letting you taste yourself from her tongue.

Drowsy with the attention, your legs threaten to close as you feel a hand at your core. "He—Hange!" You hiss, still very much sensitive.

The two of them laugh at you. Shoko stepping off and back from the bed as she pulls aways. "Think it's time for your turn," she says, nudging Hange's arm. "Don't tire her out too much. We're not done."

"I'll do what I want with my wife, thank you very much." Hange rolls their eyes, turning to you as they crowd your sight. Your arms quickly hold them close, clutching them to your chest as they drop the both of you on the bed.

It doesn't take long for Hange to get you two going again. Your once-blank body now decorated with a plethora of lovebites after Shoko's own promise not to leave any on you.

Unbeknownst to you, Hange's already wearing their strap. That pretty purple dildo that has ridges at the side, curved ever so slightly upwards; the only one you've ever squirted on before.

Hange has that charming smile on as they pull you into their lap. Their legs spread, waiting for you to sit on them.

You wrap your hand around their strap, bringing it up for a moment to wet your hand with your own saliva before wrapping it around the strap again. Teasingly biting Hange's bottom lip as you jerk your hand up and down the strap, lubricating it thoroughly.

They grunt, deep and masculine, pulling your hips down until the tip of their cock kissed your entrance. The two of you stare into each other's eyes as their hands slowly push you down, feeding their cock into you with a hiss.

With a few experimental thrusts, the stretch begins to amplify the pleasure. The ridges on the strap rubbing so deliciously against your walls as Hange bit and sucked all over the valley of your breasts.

You pull the hair on Hange's nape, breathy moans escaping your lips as you bounce recklessly on their strap. Tits slapping with each other every timez

Hange's hands cage you closer to them, gripping your waist tightly as they thrust up into you. Meeting each bounce with their hips, loving every noise that slips past your lips.

"Ah, Ha-ahh... oh! Fuck, mhmm s-s' much—"

"What was that?" Hange questions breathlessly, their palms dropping to your ass cheeks. Landing one slap on your left, then another on the right. "Talk to me baby, use your words."

"T-t—fuck, ah, wait-shit, aaaaaahh." Your head falls back from the pleasure. The sloppy sounds of the silicone rocking into your wet, tight cunt filling the hotel room.

"Aww, are those tears I see?" You don't notice the waterworks, but they're actually there, threatening to fall all over their mouth. "Poor baby... Shoko's tired you out so much, huh. Can't even take my cock now, can you?"

There's a snort from behind you, but you don't pay much mind to it. Your walls clamp down on their cock, way too drunk on the pleasure.

"I can—don't stop, please. I can, ah, I—I can take it," you say in between whimpers.

Your head nuzzling against their shoulder as you pull them impossibly closer, wanting every inch inside of you.

"Who's fucking you right now, baby? Tell me." Hange's eyes flicker up to yours, hips slowing down.

You swallow, "You..."

"What?" Their pace slows down even more. A distraught plead leaving your lips as you move your hips desperately. They say your name, "Tell me who's fucking you right now. Is Shoko fucking you right now? Is she?"

You shake your head side-to-side, babbling out nonsense as you try to break away from the hold Hange has on your hips. They kept you still, hindering you from taking your orgasm yourself.

With your climax subsiding from the lack of stimulation, your words come out, "You're fucking me," you say, albeit hoarse and quiet.

"Gotta be more specific than that, baby—say my name, c'mon, I know you can rack it out from your pretty brain," Hange coos, pouting their lips as they brushed away the hair sticking to your temples.

"You—Ha—ahhh, fuck! You ass—ah, shit—don't stop, pleaseplease," you break into a sob, eyes screwing shut as Hange plants their feet against the mattress, thrusting up into you with such force and speed that every coherent thought leaves your brain.

The only thing in it was Hange, Hange, and Hange.

Their brows knit in concentration, teeth clenching together as they shift their hips exactly at the angle they've known from the start. The rubbery tip of their cock pummeling against your g-spot repeatedly.

Your orgasm crashes through you harder than anything. The sheer loudness of your scream was evidence enough of how mind-numbing, body-shaking it is as you all but convulse in their arms. Their deep grunts making you clench around them harder.

"Hange—wait, wait—" you tap their shoulder hurriedly, feeling a pressure quickly build up deep into your pelvis.

Your hands desperately try to push them away, too uncertain at the feeling; a big part of you scared that it's fucking pee threatening to spill all over.

Hange tightens their hold, focused on hitting that spongy spot inside of you more than the pace of their thrusts. Your arch your back, pushing against their tough body, only you feel another body behind you.

Fuck.

"Shoko." Your mouth gapes, seeing her kneeling behind you with such a wicked grin on her face.

Hange loosens their hold around your body, and you turn to them, a jumble of words right at the tip of your tongue when a hand slithers itself down between your and Hange's body.

"No, no—it's too much!" You sob loudly, shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure hits you in all directions possible. Shoko's hurried circles around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as Hange pounds dead into your spot again and again.

"You can do it, sweetheart," Shoko whispers over at you.

Unconsciously, your mouth parts. The gesture eliciting a giggle from her as she knowingly takes your face in their hand again, spitting straight down your throat. She wastes no time directing you to Hange. They spit down your throat as well, messily licking the mess of saliva that had missed your lips.

"Shit, you fucking love this," Hange struggles to say, their voice ragged from the continuous buck of their hips. "You're so fucking out of it baby, look at you, so hungry for us both. So greedy. All those orgasms wasn't enough for you huh?"

You shake your head, "N-no—aah! Close. Shit. I'm, Hange!"

Shoko rubs you even harder, desperate to push you to your limit. Hange too. Both of them working in a perfect tandem, you sandwiched in between them so pathetically.

Another climax crashes down on you. This time bringing with it a gush of wetness that sprays all over Hange's lap and Shoko's fingers. Your body falling on the latter's chest as you convulse, eyes screwed shut, mouth spilling with high-pitched shrieks.

Everything's a blur to you.

Your body losing control over its own muscles as you fall on whoever's body, limbs dragging all over. Your body twitches still, even as you feel the strap slide out of you, even as multiple arms hold you and move you in ways you can't be bothered to think of anymore.

"You tired her out," Hange hisses at Shoko.

"Me? You're the one that literally fucked her!" Case in point, Shoko's nudging her head at the purple strap dangling between Hange's legs.

Hange huffs, unclasping the harness from their hips.

"Get her water. She needs to hydrate," Shoko orders, the doctor in her coming out as she watches your body lay on the drenched bed with your eyes closed. She definitely thinks you're asleep.

They disappear to the small kitchenette, holding a few bottles of water in their hands. When they return, they stop dead in their tracks as they watch you spread your legs unconsciously.

Hange and Shoko stood there, staring at your dozing body. The two of them feeling the same buzz in their bones as your plump and swollen pussy lips call both of their names.

As if a light had gone off, they both glance at each other at the same time. That same smirk stretches on their lips.

Looks like the vacation is worthwhile after all.

[EDIT: THANK YOU ALL!!!]

Thank you everyone who liked my video omg. I appreciate all the love and support you’ve given to me! It’s so nice to read your reblogs and comments, I almost get tears of joy from all your kind words (I’m not exaggerating!).

Just wanted to say that I feel so honored that you found my animation worthy of your liking. I was very eager to finish it in the process making due to feeling unmotivated and thinking that it wasn’t good enough. I struggled a lot with certain aspects regarding my style, as I wasn’t satisfied with it and just wanting it to be perfect. But seeing so much people (at least too much for me, lol) loving it made me feel so happy!! I can’t truly express how much it means to me.