Mixups

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.