Playmates with Kazuha: Mixups
male reader x Nakamura Kazuha feat. Kim Minju
~3.3k words
A Sequel to Homies and Timing.
A/N: Welcome to the beginning of Bro Kazuha's second set! Expect the next one to be a bit further out this year, as I have a few other things in the queue.
Enjoy.
Okay, picture this.
Another one of Kazuha’s friends is underneath you, legs up in the air, body pressed against yours, writhing under the pleasure of getting her cunt fucked until you fill her up with your load. Kazuha, the sweet, wholesome bro of a girlfriend that she is, lay panting right next to the both of you, watching you fuck like animals while her fingers play around with the cum dripping down her folds.
All because of a simple misunderstanding.
“So how's the job hunt going?” you asked, trapping your phone in between your shoulder and your cheek. Hands preoccupied with cooking dinner for the both of you.
“Spent the entire day looking for openings. And this is the last one before I head home,” Kazuha answered, the faint noise of the background bleeding through. “Is this how hard it is to get a job nowadays?”
“Hey, you did say that there aren't many bakeries around the area.” You turn the heat down, and with a free hand you place the phone down and put it on speaker. “Why bakeries, by the way?”
“Ask Minju,” she sighed, the noise around her getting louder. “Chae said that she used to be a pantler, and since I knew one of the owners that I buy pastries from they thought I could help her out.” The words started getting harder to understand, the noise around her getting louder. “I even took a day off for this.”
“Look at you, being a good samaritan,” you joked, making Kazuha let out a chuckle. “Oh yeah, you think you could get some salt bread over there?”
“What?” she asked, and you’re not sure whether that was because she couldn’t hear you over the increasingly loud crowd over where she’s at or if she was offended at the thought of free food. And you’re pretty sure she would never turn down free food.
“I asked if you can get some salt bread,” you repeated, a little louder for good measure. “You know, for us? And for Minju too, actually.”
A few seconds passed by before the call ends, which made you glance at the screen where a few pings from Kazuha’s messages popped up on your notifs.
Zuzu: Sorry had to drop Way too loud here But are you sure? Didn’t expect you that from you Not that I mind
You wiped your hands of any leftover mess from your cooking and picked up the phone.
You: yeah, y? thought itd be a good snack after dinner no worries if u cant we can make do with something else
You didn't hear back from her for a while after that. Probably too caught up with Minju or whatever the hell was happening over where she is (you find out that there was some celebrity passing by that caused a commotion). Only a few more talks scattered throughout the next half hour.
Zuzu: Minju got the job! Said she'll be starting next week You really sure about earlier? I can invite her for dinner
You: yeah im sure food almost ready have enough for 3 and tell her I said congrats
Zuzu: Thank u!!!! That was Minju We'll be there in thirty, hopefully Traffic is starting to pick up
You: cool stay safe
Zuzu: Will do And you are assertive today I like it
You had to wonder what was so assertive about asking her for bread of all things. You brushed it off instead, thought you were overthinking things and returned to your cooking.
Letting time run its course and have the moonlight take up the sunset's position in the sky, you busied yourself with the table and the food, getting a few more messages from Kazuha, until the doorknob rattled and swung open.
“We're home!” Kazuha announced just as you closed the cupboard, a few glasses in hand.
“Hey, hey,” you called out, walking back to the table, where Kazuha stopped by to give you a kiss on the cheek before she sprawled out on the couch while Minju's over by the hallway, taking her shoes off. “How was the trip?”
“Killer,” Kazuha groaned, sitting up properly. “That celeb got everyone buying at the bakery Minju got hired at. Almost thought that she'd have to start today.”
“Good thing they didn't,” Minju added in, waving shyly at you as she took a seat next to Kazuha. “I don't even know how to make the specials.”
“I'm sure you'll learn how to make it eventually.” You poured water into the cups and handed each to the both of them. “Again, congrats on the job, Minju.”
“Thank you,” Minju replied, taking a sip from the glass. “Good to know I have two customers already with you guys.”
“With the way Zuha over here inhales salt bread, you'd get baker of the month quick,” you joked, while Kazuha almost hits you with a throw pillow in the face. You smacked it away, letting it hit the ground before picking it up and giving it a few hits to get rid of any dust. “Speaking of, did you guys get salt bread?”
Kazuha furrowed her eyebrows. “You never asked for salt bread.”
“Uh-” You tilted your head. “Pretty sure I did. You know, before you dropped the call?”
“I thought you–” Kazuha stoped, looked up in thought, to the side where Minju is staring at her, then back to you where stood up and pulled you to the kitchen—while you threw the throw pillow back to the couch—where Minju can't hear. “I thought you said you wanted someone bred?”
“What?” Your head recoiled the slightest bit back. “I was asking you to get us some salt bread.”
The staring contest was almost one for the history books. Neither side budging, unblinking—you almost thought that Minju took another sip of her glass to hide the smile that had started forming in her features.
Until Kazuha blinked, and groaned. “Oh my god,” she muttered, a hand on her forehead. “I brought Minju here cause I thought you said you wanted to breed a girl.”
Your mouth opened, not a single sound coming out of your lips before they closed. You opened them again. “Was that why you said I was being assertive?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Because you never ask for threesomes!”
“Why would I ask for them?” Now you're the one confused. Where the hell was she going with this? “Those aren't exactly a make or break for me, dude. I'm happy with you.”
“I just–” Kazuha tried to stutter out a response. “I think it’s pretty hot, okay? When we mess around with my friends. Gets me wet as fuck just thinking about it.”
Oh.
“But I thought you said you didn't want this to happen anymore.” You made finger quotes. “‘This is the last time’, remember?”
“I've said that way too many times for it to matter now.” She had a point with that one. With the amount of times she's gotten you roped into having sex with women not named Kazuha, you're still getting surprised that it keeps on happening.
“Unless you want to stop?”
Your hand rested on her hips, another coming to loop your fingers with hers. “Hey, if you're happy, I'm happy.”
Kazuha rolled her eyes, leaning into your touch. “You just wanna fuck girls other than me.”
“Girl, you just said you get turned on when we fuck other girls. I'm putting all the blame on you.”
“Asshole.” She scoffed, smiling up at you. Her eyes darted to Minju for a moment before she smirked. “You still up to do it though?”
“If we can get salt bread tomorrow, sure.” You received a punch in the arm. “Ow–”
“Bro, I swear you weren't asking for salt bread,” she insisted, and you heard Minju giggle at what must have looked like a couple's fight and makeup all in five minutes.
“You probably need a better phone then,” you joked, which caused a playful laugh to emerge from Kazuha.
“I blame that fucking celeb,” she snapped back, rubbing the spot where her fist met your flesh and giving you a peck on the lips. “Come on, let's go eat before the food gets cold.”
Kazuha started walking to the table, taking a seat and gestured for Minju to take one herself, the food all prepped on the table.
“You two okay?” Minju asked, sitting down on the chair.
“Yeah, needed to clear something up with him,” Kazuha answered, knowing looks on both their faces as you poured yourself a glass of water.
Minju nodded. “And everything's fine?”
“More than fine.” Kazuha glanced at you with that same look.
You smiled as you took a seat of your own. “Told her that I'll be getting some salt bread tomorrow.”
“Oh, is that your favorite?” Minju brightened up at the topic. “I know how to make them, and if the bakery sells them I can get you guys some.”
“Her favorite,” you corrected. “But I’ve grown to like it when she doesn't force feed it on me.”
“Hey–” Kazuha pointed a fork at you. “I don’t force you to eat it.”
“Mhmm.” You took a good swig of water as she continued to refute the claim.
Minju giggled at your antics, watching the both of you continue arguing, making comments here and there, optimistically telling you two that you’ll be getting discounts at the bakery when she gets started and catching up with each other as you ate dinner.
By the end of it, Minju dropped a bombshell of a question just as you finish your glass of water and Kazuha takes her last bite.
“So do I get the first load or do you?”
You almost choked on mineral water.
Kazuha snapped her head to look at Minju, dropping her fork and making it clang on her plate.
Minju only smiled innocently, like she didn't ask about who's getting your cum fucked into them like it was a regular old Tuesday.
Kazuha placed the utensil down slowly, lets out a chuckle at the situation you all have found yourselves in, and looks at you.
“Well, bro? Who gets it first?”
—
“Oh, fuck–” Kazuha sighs as you pull out of her, a hand on her asscheek to spread her pussy folds. Letting your load slowly leak out, dripping down the sheets and staining her thighs. You indulge yourself in the sight, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
There's a humming sound next to you; an observant one, almost content in its cadence. Letting your satisfaction in filling Kazuha with your seed be known. “That's a thick load,” Minju chimes, pressing up against your back, arms looping around you. Coming down to wrap around your cock, giving you gentle, slow tugs while her other is toying with your nipples. “I wonder if that's how much I'll get too.”
Her actions cause a groan to rip off your lips, your body tensing up with what Minju is trying to do. Not allowing you a moment's rest as she moves, sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to Kazuha, her mind still scattered in a haze of pleasure.
“Minju–” Your hand lets go of Kazuha, and she collapses onto the bed, chest heaving, body turning, watching as Minju settles right next to her, spreading her legs wide. Fingers coming to play with her clit, pleading eyes staring up at you.
“What's wrong?” Minju asks demurely, tongue swiping her lips. “You don't wanna?” She's playing you so well, eyeing your twitching cock so hungrily, looking so eager to take you.
Her body is all but inviting you in, and you're falling right into her, settling between her thighs. When you let your palms rest by the sides of her head, and her eyes start to widen, pupils dilating. You'd think she would start vibrating from the excitement that's oozing out of her.
“Let a guy rest for a sec, Minju,” you answer, and she starts pouting at you, fingers coming down to cup your length, smearing you with her juices.
“But I want it,” Minju breathes out, that free hand she has looping around your neck to pull you closer. Her lips inches away from yours as she starts talking, begging you to start fucking her; along the lines of her uncaring of how rough you are, all she wants is your cum inside her cunt. Add a pretty please in the end to finish it off, and you're not sure when you had thrusted your dick in when she was coaxing you to fill her, to breed her—but here you are.
Balls deep in Minju, feeling her clench at every pound of your hips. Already mewling at how fast a pace you’ve set, airy broken gasps at each thrust. It’s gibberish, what she’s trying to say. Impossible to understand, and as much as you would love to get a proper syllable of what’s leaving her lips, Kazuha reminds you that she’s still here when she turns Minju towards her.
“You’re too close to him,” Kazuha mutters, before claiming Minju’s lips with hers. Slow and hesitant, so different from those that came before. Not battling for who gets to be on top or who chooses to get theirs first, only a soft lip lock that allows them to explore one another, tasting each other as you continue hammering down on Minju.
“You jealous?” Minju grins into the kiss, leaning further into it. Letting Kazuha take the lead, her tongue slipping inside Minju’s, and it melts her. Silences her gasps into pleasured hums for a moment before Kazuha pulls away, and her moans come back to fill the room.
Kazuha chuckles. “Not really,” she says, and all three of you know that’s a lie. “Fuck him all you want, but his lips are mine.” And she comes back in, hand tangling in Minju’s hair as they sink back into each other’s arms.
Leaves you with an amazing view, too. Gripping Minju’s hips as you rut harder into her, her breasts bouncing each time you drive deep. Relishing in the fact that each time you do so her walls get tighter on your cock, her arms gripping tighter on Kazuha’s own or on the sheets, those cute whimpers she lets out getting muffled by Kazuha’s lips.
But envy spikes, seeing the uncertainty in their kisses leave as they get more familiar with each other. Getting more heated, hungrier at each press of their lips, each swipe of their tongues. It becomes your fuel, pounding her deeper, your hold on Minju getting rougher; you’re almost worried about leaving marks on her waist after this if not for the fact that she loves how you take her, use her for your own end.
Her hips moving to try and meet your thrusts, but her rhythm stutters along yours. Kazuha breaking the kiss and coming down to play with Minju’s breasts. Looking straight at you as Kazuha takes a nipple into her mouth, fingers coming to play with the other. It makes Minju cry out, her back arching, offering her all to the both of you.
You let out a curse, thrusting unceasing, her pussy unwilling to let you go every time you bottom out. And you’re allowing yourself to lose all sense of reason, the longer this whole thing goes. Your earlier round with Kazuha has gotten your stamina shot, already so close to spilling everything inside her. So close to letting Minju get what she wants.
Kazuha knows it. Sees all your tell-tale signs; the erratic movements, heaving grunts. It makes her smile, mouth popping off of the nub she’s enjoying, making Minju whine at the momentary loss of pleasure. “Close?”
“Yeah,” you grunt out, a hand leaving its hold on Minju’s waist to squeeze Kazuha’s thighs, enjoying the thick flesh before your fingers come in between her legs, circling her clit and causing a gasp to come out of Kazuha’s lips. Parted lips curl into a grin, and she’s grabbing your hand and pulling it towards her, tongue twirling around your finger before guiding it to cup one of Minju’s breasts, groping the soft flesh, the nub hard against your palm.
“In me,” Minju gasps, whimpers, sobs as you chase your release. Starts blabbering about having it all inside her, her legs locking behind the small of your back. Wants it all in her cunt, and she’s pleading with you; begging you to cum. Tears start to water her eyes, desperation painted across her face. The thought that you’re close, that you’re about to let your entire load flood her cunt, to paint her walls white with your seed, to fucking breed her like she oh so wants to be—it causes her to shake, spasms rocking her frame as the pleasure start to crash over her body. Clenching your cock like a vise, and you realize:
She’s cumming on your cock, and Kazuha’s making sure it lasts as long as possible.
Her hand on Minju’s clit, circling that spot eagerly, making Minju wail, Kazuha’s name and yours spilling out of Minju’s lips, please coming out in droves. Eyes damn near rolling back as she slumps back, intoxicated in the rapture you’re both providing. Kazuha smiles, giving Minju a kiss, anchoring her in reality while her eyes turn to you, a wink being thrown your way.
And that’s all you needed to see to keep going. Fuck Minju past her climax, take in her moans that Kazuha’s soft lips mute, feel her trembling walls take your shaft, trying to milk you.
Doesn’t take too long for her to succeed, really. A few more thrusts, and you can only let out a groan as you fill her to the brim with your cum. Each pulse of your cock sending a fresh batch of spunk inside her. Kazuha, the sweet, diabolical bro of a girlfriend that she is, is kind enough to let Minju go. Closing her eyes as she moans at the spurts, her hands coming to caress her stomach, sighing as you spill the last of your load—larger than what you gave Kazuha almost—into Minju.
“That’s it,” Kazuha encourages, resting her head besides Minju’s, licking her lips at the sight. Her words are more for Minju than it was for you, but it still manages to make you twitch inside her. “Love getting the cum fucked into you like that? Getting to be our little breeding bitch for the night?” She cups Minju’s cheeks, thumb brushing aside the strands of hair sticking to her skin. “Bet your thinking about how fucking potent that load he just dumped inside you, aren’t you?”
That sends you straight back down to earth.
“We’re not actually trying to get her pregnant, right?” you ask them both. While you know Kazuha’s on birth control, you’re not entirely sure about Minju. Especially with how she was acting earlier.
Minju opens her eyes, letting out a chuckle at your question. “I’m on the pill.” That immediately causes you to sigh in relief.
“It’s all in good fun, dude,” Kazuha adds, pushing herself up and getting closer to you to leave a wet kiss on your cheek. “Safe sex is great sex and all that fancy shit.”
“Right,” you sigh, attempting to pull out of Minju. Key word, attempt, because both her and Kazuha are stopping you from doing so. “Uh, guys?”
“Don’t wanna keep going?” Kazuha asks, a smirk on her face as she pushes you back into Minju. It makes you hiss, the mixture of pleasure and pain from the stimulation fatiguing you. “We need to make sure Minju gets properly bred, bro.”
“Seriously, I need a break–”
“Please?” Minju pleads, arms coming to grip your hips, pulling you in with the same rhythm as Kazuha’s pushing. “Just one more?”
You can’t help but think this night might not bode well for you.
