Timing

Life was good.

That’s a lie. 

Life was great. Amazing. You feel over the moon these last few weeks.

Got laid with your best friend and her hot friend, got laid with your best friend and her other hot friend, somehow got into a relationship with your best friend and now you’re doing nothing but eat, sleep, fuck and repeat.

…That’s also a lie. You both still go to work when you need to. Fucking doesn’t exactly pay your bills, as great as it sounded. You’d have two dollars to start but hey, everyone’s gotta start somewhere.

And that total keeps getting higher whenever you meet her friends. You don’t even know how it keeps happening, or why. Or when, where, who with. 

…Well, that’s a lie too. You know someone spilled the tea, but you can’t prove it. Could’ve been Chaewon, Sakura, Kazuha herself—hell, it could’ve been all three. Though, it probably isn’t Kazuha when—  

“What are you doing here?” You can hear Kazuha’s voice outside your bedroom. You hoped it was going to be a peaceful night—romantic, even. Booked a table at a fancy restaurant as a way to switch things up from her usual raves and clubs. It took a bit of convincing since she kept on going about the place ‘not being her type of thing’ but you managed to get her to come around.

Shame that you might need to move it to next week, if Kazuha’s shouting is anything to go by.

“–ot doing this right now.” are the words that you happen upon when coming into the living room, where you spot Kazuha in a suit that should not look that good on her and a redhead that was looking way too smug for your liking.

“Oh, so Chae and Kkura get a weekend, but not me?” Add sassy to that too.

“This is not the same thing, Yunjin.”

“It is exactly the same thi–well look at you.” Yunjin leans her head to the side, gaze moving past Kazuha and towards you. All dressed up for an evening night out, giving them a wave and a bashful “Hi?” while Yunjin ogles and Kazuha sighs.

“He looks ready to do this now,” Yunjin snarks, hands on her hips and glancing at Kazuha. “Come on, Zuha. I’m here, you’re here, he’s here.” The eyebrow waggles sell the whole thing, a grin on Yunjin’s face as she nudges Kazuha with an elbow.

“Stop it,” Kazuha chides, making Yunjin raise her hands in surrender. “Just–shush and let me talk to him.”

She walks up to you, and you take the chance to admire how she looks. Blue vest, blue blazer, blue pants—even wore some ankle heels which is a rarity by itself. And she looks unequivocally, unreasonably breathtaking. She takes your hand and pulls you towards the hallway, granting you both a bit of privacy.

“You clean up good, du–” She stops, grins at you sheepishly before saying your name. “Sorry, still not used to…this.”

“You clean up a lot better than I do,” you chuckle, placing your hands on her hips. “And it’s okay. We don’t need to change anything if you don’t want to.”

“You really want me to keep calling you ‘bro’?” Kazuha smirks.

You laugh. “Why the hell not? We still are, even if we started d-wording.”

“D-wording?” She laughs along with you. “We fuck half the time and you can’t say the word dating?”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, fine. Dating. Happy?”

“A little bit.” She reaches up to your tie. “What’s that about me cleaning up better?”

You chuckle. “You look amazing, Zuha. Pull off a suit better than me.”

Kazuha smiles, muttering a shy thanks before glancing back towards the living room. “You know she’s not going to leave unless we give her what she wants.”

“I thought you said no more other women.” You follow her gaze, spotting Yunjin lazing about on your couch.

“I know what I said,” she says, her hands moving to undo your tie. “But I’m not hearing you say no.”

“I’m always saying no unless you tell me it’s fine.” You raise an eyebrow. “Is it fine?”

Kazuha bites her lip, playing with your collar. “What time’s our reservation?”

“Uh–” You check your watch. “In an hour or so.”

“We can make it quick then.” She pulls the tie off your neck and unbuttons the top, giving you a pat on the chest then stabs a finger at you. “This is the last time, got it?”

“You know that this is literally your fault.” Maybe pointing the blame back at her wasn’t the best idea if her stare was any indication. So you take accountability for the entire thing. “Alright, yeah, it’s the last time.”

“Good.” She smiles, before pulling you down for a kiss. You wish it would’ve lasted longer but time was ticking and if there’s one thing you learned about Kazuha recently, it’s that she gets extremely impatient when it comes to what she wants. She breaks the kiss, giving you a smile before hauling you back to the living room and shoving you back into the couch right next to Yunjin.

“So?” Yunjin grins, moving her head back and forth between you and Kazuha. “What’s the verdict, Kazuha?”

“No kissing.” Kazuha pulls her blazer off and sets it next to you. “You have ten minutes–” She gets on her knees. “So get over here and get to sucking you slut.”

“Fuck off, ten?” Yunjin complains, lowering herself down next to Kazuha who’s unbuckling your belt. It comes off quick, and your pants get yanked down soon after. Yunjin does the honors of taking your underwear off, her fingers hooking underneath the waistband of your boxers and sliding them down past your knees. “Make it thirty. I mean–” She wraps her hand around your cock and pumps you slowly. “Have you seen his cock?”

“We got somewhere to be. Fifteen or we stop.” It’s odd to find yourself in the middle of a negotiation for your dick just before a date, but with the way things have gone these last two weeks, you shouldn’t be surprised anymore.

“Can’t you guys like, cancel?” It’s even weirder that they’re managing to multitask—Yunjin’s hand jerking you off, having your length slowly become hard. Kazuha’s own are fondling your balls, stroking your thighs. “I really wanna have fun with him.”

“Too bad. Maybe if you don’t make us late tonight, you can have another go at him.” You had to raise an eyebrow at Kazuha for that. And all she gives you is a smirk. 

Last time, my ass, you think. You have the slightest inkling she gets off to seeing you have some fun with her friends.

Yunjin laughs. “Bet.” And those lips of hers are unreal when they close around your tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. Your hands shot up to her hair, groaning, gasping, closing your eyes as she starts to bob her head, not wasting her time with teasing and going straight to killing you with her mouth.

She takes you deep, inhaling your cock, that warm mouth stuffed full of your length. Takes you straight down her throat like she was breathing air. Doesn’t gag, doesn’t use her hands. It was all a pair of lips that made you reconsider if you should cancel and have this instead.

“Fucking christ,” you curse, leaning your head back against the couch, fighting desperately not to let that ache come too soon. You feel one of your hands get pulled away from Yunjin’s hair, and you look back to find Kazuha taking your fingers in her mouth, sucking on your thumb like she would your cock.

It’s a near identical view—Tongues twirling around you, watching every little reaction you make. One is taking you deep in her throat, relentless in her pursuit of getting you off. The other is worshiping every bit of you, kissing and licking and making sure that you feel every ounce of it all. Borderline insanity, is what this is. And you’re having the time of your life, as little a time Kazuha’s allowed this to even happen.

You brush your fingers across Kazuha’s cheek as she pops your thumb off her lips, smearing a string of saliva over her skin. She smiles, taking your hand with hers before giving your palm a kiss, glancing over to Yunjin with a scoff.

“Don’t hog,” Kazuha says, inching closer and nudging Yunjin to the left. “Give me some.”

Yunjin scoots over with your cock still trapped between her lips, a loud slurp coming off her as she reluctantly brings her head back up. “The fuck, you suck his cock everyday.”

“And I do.” Kazuha grips your length, stroking you slowly, point your length back at Yunjin. Her mouth lowers, down to your balls and giving it a long, slow lick down. 

Yunjin takes the hint, giggling and shaking her head before parting her lips and taking your dick back into those heavenly lips. She takes it slower this time, matching Kazuha’s rhythm on your balls. Letting you bask in the pleasure they’re giving you, making you sigh, grip whatever leather you can on the couch, and close your eyes again because looking would make you fucking lose whatever control you have left.

They seemed to have reached an understanding when you feel two mouths working your length. And you physically twitch, the sensation of them making out between your cock making you go psychotic, your chest seizing up in pleasure. Breathing feels harder, almost impossible, their tongues sliding down your length and back up again. Kisses surround your tip, caught in two pairs of lips before one comes down to your balls, sucking on your heavy sack.