Homies, Part 2

The second time was more or less a surprise for the both of you.

Kazuha was already surprised she managed to get you to join her for her usual Friday night outs, considering what had happened the week prior.

It wasn’t awkward, the day after she brought Chaewon. If anything she pretended nothing happened at all. For the most part, at least.

She teases you about being a quickshot every now and again, keeps on hinting at giving you another night with Chaewon. She didn’t have to, not when you have Chaewon’s number on your phone, who may or may not be leaving you thirst traps every now and again.

You don’t think Kazuha knows about it. And you should probably, eventually tell her about it.

What she doesn’t address are the kisses you two shared. Or having her all over you in between your sessions with Chaewon. Or the little tingles in your stomach that you hope she feels whenever it all happened. Not a single word from her about it. You thought she was a bit shy about it. Or if she regretted doing it at all. But you know that’s not the case because if it was, she’d be looking for a new apartment already.

Sure, it gets sorta brought up whenever she starts shit about that night. And whenever it does she’ll either brush it off or change the topic. The latter being the reason how you ended up at the club she usually hangs out at.

And the reason why you met another one of her ‘friends’.

“Your boy looks lost,” Sakura chimes, sliding into the booth. “Not one for parties?”

“I’m more of a home body,” you reply, taking a sip of whatever this was Kazuha got for you. “Kazuha got me to come with her for once.”

You nod your head towards said girl, who was metaphorically trying to kill Sakura with just a look. A raised eyebrow, glaring eyes staring right into Sakura who simply smiled, took your drink away from you and took a sip of it.

“Must be a special night then,” she comments, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. It was textbook seduction—her hair framing her face, the smirk she throws your way, the eyes that make you feel like prey. She doesn’t make any move to give your drink back, having another taste of it before she speaks. “So what–”

“Here.” Kazuha’s passed her drink to you, even pressing up to your side. “Have mine.”

“You su–”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Kazuha cuts you off, her eyes never leaving Sakura. Alarm bells started sounding off in your head, and every bit of instinct is telling you that you are in danger.

You chuckle sheepishly, eyes darting back and forth between them. Wishing that you weren’t sandwiched between your ridiculously hot best friend that you have unresolved tension with and her ridiculously hot friend who might be thinking of fucking you. Both of which may or may not be pissed off with one another.

An hour later, you’re proven right and wrong at the same time when you’re driving back to your place with Kazuha and Sakura making out in the backseat of the car, making it very hard to focus on actually driving.

You take peeks of the action; Kazuha pulling Sakura’s pants down, Sakura getting a hand under Kazuha’s skirt, groping each other, leaving bite marks on each other’s necks. And what you can’t see, you can hear. And that makes the mind wander and imagine the debauchery happening in the back as you struggle to drive in a safe manner.

It’s a good thing Kazuha told you to pull over or else you would not be able to stay on the asphalt. It is also a good thing that it’s the dead of night too, making it very easy to avoid giving anyone a free show, even with the tinted windows.

You park the car, move from the driver’s seat to the back, and you’re immediately straddled by Sakura. Grinding on your crotch, lips crashing against yours in a messy kiss, her hands already fumbling with your belt.

She gets your pants unbuttoned next, hastily unzipping you as her tongue attacks your mouth. You fight back only for a short while before your exploration of her mouth gets interrupted by Kazuha, who yanks Sakura away by the hair.

“Hey–” Sakura yelps, facing Kazuha with a glare. “The fuck?”

“You don’t kiss him.” Kazuha emphasizes it with another tug, inching closer to the both of you. “He’s mine.”

Kazuha drives the message home when she pulls you closer and kisses you. Softer, more passionate than Sakura, pulling you tighter against her. You don’t know what to do, what to think—lust completely takes over your mind as your hands roam the bodies around you.

“Look who’s all territorial,” Sakura laughs, fishing your cock out of your underwear, giving you quick strokes. “You don’t mind if he kisses my tits though, right?”

A groan escapes your lips as Kazuha swipes her tongue across your lip before pulling away. “Long as he wants to.” She glances at you and raises an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“Fuck, would I,” you answer immediately, turning your head back to Sakura, her hands already moving to take off her shirt, her lacy bra all that stands between your lips and her breasts. She’s grinning at you, hair all messy and the trick of the light making her eyes almost gleam. Like you were about to be devoured.

“That’s what I thought.” Kazuha tugs Sakura’s bra down, exposing the delicious pair of breasts underneath and making your mouth water. Sakura makes a comment about Kazuha being an impatient bitch while unclasping her bra and watching her breasts spill free of them. Heavy, soft, and oh so fucking delicious as Sakura pulls you towards them.

You suckle on the nub like a baby, nibbling them, almost choking yourself with her breasts. Your hands find the soft globes, kneading them roughly, flicking a hard nipple when your mouth isn’t occupying them. You hear Sakura’s laughter right over your ear, her hands wrapping around your head and scratching your hair. 

Kazuha’s voice follows after, telling Sakura to “Start fucking him already.” while she takes one of your hands away from Sakura’s tits and to hers. You can’t help but compare—smaller, perkier than Sakura’s but the way it gives way to your hands feels magical.

“What, giving me first round?” The smugness in Sakura’s voice is so palpable it might as well be dripping off her lips, and you bite down on a nipple. She hums, giving your hair a light tug, telling you to keep going. 

“You’re already on top of him. Unless you want me to drain him first?” Kazuha shoots back, tone all breathy as you squeeze her breasts softly, her hand on top of yours.

“Like I would ever let you. Besides, you live with the guy.” Sakura scoots closer, lining you up against her entrance, dragging your cockhead through her dripping folds. “You probably fuck him everyday.”

“After this, we will be.” You’re throbbing at the thought of it, of being able to be in that position. Imagining Kazuha under you, writhing in pleasure as you fuck her, begging for more. How that ass of hers would bounce as she rides you, your hands running through her impossibly thick thighs.

And Sakura knows it. Feels it in her hand, in her cunt as she finally sinks down on your length. Her walls taking your entire length, her moans filling the small space of your car. “So fucking big, god–”

It’s all so much. Lavishing Sakura’s tits in your drool, alternating between her nipples. Her pussy so damn tight, so fucking warm and coating you in her juices as she starts to bounce on your lap. Kazuha right next to you, back in your ear doing the same thing she did last time you had a threeway.

Only this time she’s taken it up a notch. Licking up your neck, nibbling your ear, her words leveling up to another level of perversion. Telling you that she’ll be sucking your cock every morning. “Maybe even when you get home, just be on my knees when you open the door and take care of you right there in the hallway.” Wants you to take her whenever you want, long as it stays between you two now.

“No more other women.” She’s setting the rules, even if it’s being broken right now. No Chaewon, no Sakura. Nobody else. Just me. It’s a branding, a promise, a bite of your neck sealing it. “So enjoy the last time you’ll ever fuck someone else, bro.”

Kazuha pulls you away from Sakura’s chest to get you a front row view of her riding you, head thrown back as she takes you all in. Savoring you, making every second of having you count, clenching around you with a grip so fucking tight you’re surprised that you haven’t cum immediately.

“Holy fuck,” you mutter, watching Sakura slowly set a tempo. Her hips rolling, dropping, her tits bouncing right in front of your face. Your lips want to catch them, want them back where they should be. Yet Kazuha keeps you still, giving you the grace of having your hand back. One that you latch onto Sakura’s waist.

“Shit, Kazuha. Don’t wanna share him sometimes?” Sakura asks, picking up the pace, taking you deeper. Her eyes flutter for a moment when you reach a spot that gets her gushing. “Promise I won’t steal him away.”

“Not a chance, Saki,” Kazuha snaps back, her hand reaching out to slap Sakura’s breast, making her yelp in surprise. “Now hurry up so we can get back home.”

“Only if you let me fuck him again,” Sakura bargains, fucking you harder, impaling herself deeper. “Hell I’ll even get Yunjin to join in, have her suck him off–”

The two keep arguing, fighting over who gets to have you next. And it was pretty ego inflating, having two of the prettiest women you’ve ever met duke it out for you. So much so that it’s making that familiar ache in your loins start to stir, your release inching ever so closer. 

You get bold, start getting cocky, the words coming out before you can even stop them—

“Fucking hell, just kiss her already.” You don’t know who you were telling when you said that. Maybe it didn’t even matter, when Kazuha scoffs at you, amused. Sakura chuckles, licking her lips and pauses her motions, her heat enveloping you.

“Hear that, Zuha?” Sakura starts taunting, leaning forward towards her. “Let’s give him a show.” And she pulls Kazuha in by the neck for a kiss, hungry and eager. Kazuha returns it, fighting back against Sakura’s advances. It’s a battle, one that you’re eagerly about to join in on.

Your palms meet the curve of her ass, having a firm squeeze of that soft flesh, gripping them tight. You adjust slightly, getting a better footing in the cramped space, the sloppy kisses between the two all you can hear and see.

Sakura planting kisses all over Kazuha’s neck, Kazuha tugging her back up to her lips, biting lips, tongues locked in a dance—fuck the view is amazing you’re almost tempted not to ruin such a perfectly perverted image.

Until your hips start thrusting upwards and you realize that it can get even better when Sakura starts losing; Gasping at your sudden movement, moaning into Kazuha’s mouth at the rush of pleasure as you start pounding her, chasing your own release.