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Fuma felt like she was witnessing something she shouldn’t.
On the other end of the couch, right infront of her face.
The air in the room was heavy, the lighting dim, the atmosphere not helping in the slightest with the precarious situation she found herself in.
Friday nights with a movie and popcorn (and… alcohol) had become their ritual after a long week of intense studying, part time jobs, annoying bosses and customers. There was no better way to rewind than talking all the way through High School Musical 2 with your two roommates, who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt.
This Friday in particular, it was hot outside. It had been too hot to go out during the day, but at night, they opened up all the windows and the balcony door, and put the fan on full power. Fuma peeled the blankets off the couch, and fluffed up the linen-cover pillows in each corner, while Nicholas and Euijoo went to the store to acquire liquids and snacks for the night.
They were watching Mean Girls tonight. Nicholas’ choice. His eyes had gone wide with excitement when he suggested it, and Euijoo had declared that he had never seen it before. “We have to watch it then. It’s a real classic.” he had said, almost yelling. Euijoo just smiled softly and agreed, “Sure, if you say it’s good.”
Fuma too had fond memories of the movie from when she was a kid. The ridiculously exaggerated depiction of high school girl dynamics had made her think that maybe she didn’t have it so bad after all. Sure, she was maybe sometimes a little too nerdy not to get picked on. Pokémon bag. Pokémon lunch box. Trading Pokémon with the other nerd boys in her class during lunch break. Sure, some of the girls (and boys) in middle school would say the most unbelievably cruel things to her, but at least they did it to her face.
Fuma was bringing out bowls and cups and vodka from the kitchen cabinets, when the front door was pushed open quite violently. Fuma’s two roommates stumbled into the entryway, almost pushing each other over. As Euijoo pushed Nicholas aside so he could be the first one to kick off his shoes, Fuma could see a sheen of sweat covering their skin, chests heaving. Euijoo padded over to the kitchen island of their open concept living room-kitchen nightmare, while Nicholas regained his balance. Big, open spaces were popular in building construction these days. Their apartment building, however, was old, and someone just tore down a wall at some point. The pros of such a large room was the natural lighting. Cons were the lack of warning for when your two tall, doe eyed male roommates entered on you, all hot and sweaty.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna stink up the place now.” Fuma averted her eyes. In the periphery of her vision, a piece of paper towel was now ripped off, a tank top lifted, exposing a very flat and slightly toned midriff.
“I don’t stink.” Nicholas answered. “Right, Juju? Sniff me.” He lifted his arm, and Euijoo, honest to god, stuck his nose all the way into the his arm pit.
Euijoo breathed heavily, closing his eyes, “You smell like roses and cup cakes.”
“See, Fuma. I don’t stink. And Euijoo doesn’t either. We’re the cleanest boys you’ve ever met.” Fuma couldn’t deny it really. Nicholas showered several times a day, if he could get away with it. He wore perfumes, scented creams, and he’d wash his clothes if he got as much as a drop of a liquid other than water on it. She was a bit ashamed of herself but sometimes, when he stood close to her, hugged her, she would breathe in a little more than necessary to try and catch a whiff of the natural scent of his smooth, pale skin.
Euijoo hadn’t asked for a sniff-test, but Nicholas didn’t hesitate to also bury his face in his neck. “Mmmh.” he almost moaned. Euijoo just blinked down at the top of Nicholas’ blond head, mouth slightly agape. Their slight height difference normally wasn’t too noticeable, but right now Nicholas had to stretch his whole body out in order to whisper something in Euijoos ear. Fuma couldn’t hear what he was saying, but judging from Euijoos reaction, Nicholas must have been teasing him like he always did. Euijoo pushed Nicholas off him, already flushed cheeks getting a little redder. “Oh my god, you’re not right in the head!” he mumbled. Fuma put her focus back on the bowls.
Seeing them like this, it was hard not to feel a little embarrassed. Was it normal for two male best friends to be like this? With their arms around each other in the middle of the living room? Smelling each other’s skin so casually. Moaning while smelling another man…
“You okay?” Fumas head shot up. Euijoo was now next to her, hand slowly rubbing her arm. Fuma didn’t realize she spaced out. She looked up into large, brown eyes, Euijoos brow knitted a little. Had anyone else’s eyes ever been that large and deep. She sighed. “Yes, I’m fine. Just had a long day at work, and I can’t really shake it.” She halfway lied. It was a hard day. A tough week. An exhausting month. She really needed to get drunk and forget about that stupid deadline hanging over her head, the unanswered emails in her Outlook inbox. Just for the night. She wanted to look at her pretty roommate’s side profile while he laughed with his best friend, who happened to be her other roommate, and who was also ridiculously easy on the eye. And if said roommates sat thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder… head on shoulder… she might not complain. Of course they didn’t know she thought that. None of their business, frankly.
“Oh, I get it.” Euijoo smiled at her warmly. “We’re gonna relax so hard tonight. Go sit on the couch, I’ll get the rest ready.”
—
They put on Mean Girls. Fuma settled on one end of the couch, the one closest to the bathroom, because with the amount of vodka soda she was planning to consume, she knew she would need to make a run sooner rather than later.
“Hey guys, I learned how to open a bottle with my teeth!” Nicholas picked up a beer bottle from the table by the neck. Euijoo looked at him sceptically, “Don’t do that? You’re gonna break a tooth for sure.”
“You don’t know me.” Nicholas pouted back at him.
Fuma rolled her eyes. “Likely for you to injure yourself right when we’re about to relax, because you wanted to show off.”
Nicholas could be so ridiculous sometimes, and it only made it worse when he drank a little and got brave. Which he usually did when Euijoo was around for said drinking.
Fuma chalked it up to being a side effect of being socialized as a man in this society. Those insane, reckless impulses she had never felt a day in her life. She might be fearless in many ways, but she wasn’t stupid. Nicholas, however. The jury was still out.
This was also the reason she never thought of Euijoo as a man. So sweet and soft spoken. No, a man could never. So Euijoo got a pass. And Nicholas got one too, because he would help her do her hair and makeup when she had a job interview and put on Mean Girls for movie night. Most importantly he would say sorry and admit his wrongs. So they lived in harmony, the three of them.
“Ok, whatever, let’s just drink.” Nicholas resorted then, to cracking open the cap of his beer with the cap of another bottle. They did own a bottle opener. The cap flew off into god knows where, landing with a tiny clink. Nicholas threw his head back as he took a big sip from the bottle, adam’s apple bopping up and down as he swallowed. If he felt the two pairs of eyes on him as he drank, he didn’t let it show. Fuma found herself looking back and forth between her two roommates, but Euijoos eyes were trained on Nicholas the entire time. When he finally stopped drinking from the bottle and lowered his head back down, a tiny droplet trickled down over his lower lip and chin. Euijoo reached out instinctively to wipe off the drop at the same time as Nicholas’ tongue shot out to catch it. Thumb unfortunately collided with tongue. It was an absurd thing to witness.
“Oopsie.” Euijoo, laughed embarrassed. Nicholas snickered like the evil bastard he was.
“Ooookay!” Fuma fumbled for the remote on the coffee table. “Let’s start the movie.”
Finally they could start. Drink in hand. Popcorn in lap. Lindsay Lohan in TV.
Mean Girls is a good movie. 00’s nostalgia, referencable lines.
“Fuck, marry, kill: coach Carr, Mrs. Norbury, principal Duvall. GO!” Fuma half yelled, quite unaware of her volume after, like, three drinks.
“Why not any of the main characters?” Euijoo asked. He was trying his best to keep up with the movie through their yelling and joking.
“Do you want to fuck a high schooler? EW!” Fuma turned to him with a face of joke outrage.
“Wait, no, you’re right… um, fuck… who’s Mrs. Whatever? And who’s the coach?” Euijoo reached for his rectangular glasses on the wooden coffee table. He put them on, squinting at the TV, and then at the two others.
“It’s the math teacher. She’s so your type.” Nicholas snickered.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Fuma only ever heard Euijoo swear at Nicholas. It was honestly impressive how that rascal could always bring out the worst in their sweet, kind and gentle Euijoo.
“Just that you look like a fucking nerd right now- OUW” Nicholas yelped. He was hit square in the face by a stray (intentional) pillow from the left. “Oh my god relax, Juju. Didn’t I literally help you pick out those glasses?”
“Still.” Euijoo pouted, folding his now pillowless arms over his chest. Nicholas moved close, reaching out to put his hands on both of Euijoos shoulders.
“Hey, Juju. Don’t sulk, please. You look so handsome in those glasses.” Nicholas shook Euijoo’s shoulders softly. But he kept pouting, turning his head away like a child who just had their ice cream taken from their hands.
Euijoos cheeks were flushed and his skin a bit shiny. He looked even more cherubic than usual like this. Round face scrunched up, messy brown hair sticking up into the air and to his forehead with the unavoidable few drops of sweat provided by the summer heat, that still persisted late into the night.
“Jujuuuuuu.” Nicholas cooed, shifting his hands to press against Euijoos cheeks. “Don’t be so sensitive, my Jujuuuuu.”
Nicholas was halfway turned away from Fuma, only the back of his head and his neck visible from this angle. His back too. Broad shoulders, tapered waist. Everything was so fine right now. Fuma felt so normal.
“Whatever.” She heard Euijoo’s voice.
“I’m sorry. You’re so handsome and so pretty and so sexy.” Nicholas coaxed, tipping Euijoos face his way with a gentle hand on his chin.
“Whatever.” Euijoo said, losing some of his attitude, which was melted away by Nicholas’ sickeningly sweet gesture. His pout persisted, but the crease between his eyebrows softened.
“That’s my good boy.” Nicholas purred.
What the fuck. Fuma was moving out tomorrow.
The room fell silent for a bit.
“So who would you fuck?” Fuma tried again.
“The coach for sure.” Nicholas chuckled.
“He doesn’t want you, you’re not a teenage girl.” They all broke into laughter.
—
Fuma hadn’t even realized that she dozed off. She slowly regained consciousness while becoming aware that her face was smushed into a couch pillow. The movie was over, but the TV was still on, lighting the living room just enough to make out silhouettes of furniture. On the other end of the couch her two room mates still sat side by side, though they had shifted further away from her to allow her legs to stretch out a little. She felt a warm pulse in her chest.
Euijoo and Nicholas were facing each other. They were murmuring quietly, she realized, totally in their own world. They got like that sometimes. She wondered if at this point verbal communication was even necessary for them, the way they would sometimes just stare at each other, looking like they were sending telepathic mind waves back and forth. Their own secret, silent language of the mind. Those moments, she felt like she was truly a bit of a third-wheel. Just like now. Nicholas was wearing a small smile, stretching out his full lips. The smile lines around his mouth standing out prominently in the contrasted lighting. Soft TV-glow fighting against the deep shadows of the dark living room. Nose sharp, eyes squinted. Quite a cerene expression.
Fuma shifted her gaze to Euijoo and found, to her surprise, that he was looking right back at her now. She bit her lip, a strange feeling creeping up on her, demanding her to not look. She just lowered her gaze, unable to peel her eyes away completely in her fuzzy, drunk state.
Nicholas and Euijoo sat so close. Just a small shift further and they’d be on each other’s laps. If she lowered her gaze even more, she’d be able to see Euijoo’s leg thrown over Nicholas’ knee. Playing with each other’s hands for seemingly no other reason than just to touch. As Euijoo leaned into Nicholas, he wrapped an arm around his shoulders, allowing Euijoo to snuggle in further. Pink cheeks. Euijoo smiled, looking a little silly in Fuma’s eyes. So content.
“Good morning, princess.” Euijoo giggled, his whole body shaking with it.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Nicholas turned to her as well. His face was also flushed now. Eyes a little glassy. They were both smiling at her, like idiots.
“You two look stupid,” the words came from someone’s mouth, and it must have been from Fuma’s own. The world didn’t seem real. How much did she even have? Three? Five? Ten drinks? She felt so cozy there in the corner of the couch. Maybe the couch was swallowing her up. She wouldn’t mind, to be honest. Being one with the furniture, where she sat every Friday night listening to her two room mates bicker first and then mere seconds later look at each other like there was no one else in the world. And if they ever got themselves to peel their lovesick gazes away from each other, then they might embrace her from both sides. She’d complain, but deep inside she wanted to stay there for hours, feeling the warmth of their bodies, smelling the sweetness of their skin under perfumes and the musk of sweat.
“You’re a homophobe?” Nicholas said with mock offense in his voice.
“No, I love gay people. I am gay people.” Fuma remarked. Then she tried turning on her side, and reaching her arm out to grab something to drink. Her arm was way faster than she remembered it being usually. It was so hot, she was so sweaty. She finally got a grip on a glass, and pulled her arm back mechanically. The arm was still super fast. But she got a sip, only spilling on herself a little.
“If you’re not homophobic, then you wouldn’t mind me kissing Juju right now.” Nicholas squished Euijoos full cheeks with his big hand, pushing his lips into the form of a kissy mouth. He looked like a fish.
“Mmmh.” Euijoo sighed. “Do you want to see two boys kissing?” His voice came out way too husky, low and soft. Fumas’ stomach started turning like the downstairs’ neighbours’ dryer, that would keep her awake several nights a week. Who the hell dries their clothes at 11 pm on a Friday night. Nicholas and Euijoo just kept giggling.
Fuma suddenly felt like they seemed a little too eager. What kind of excuse was this? She hesitated. The weird, spinning feeling inside her manifested now as a quickening heartbeat and shortness of breath. And heat, this inescapable heat.
“I need ice.” Fuma swung her legs down over the edge of the couch, and stood up, making the whole world spin, dryer style.
Stumbling on her way to the kitchen in the dark, Fuma tried to regain her composure. Behind her she could hear the two on the couch giggling like someone just told them the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Fuma crouched down infront of the freezer, pulled open the door and stuck her head inside.
The image of Euijoos sweet, round face rubbing into Nicholas’ shoulder and neck, his hands clutched in the others’ shirt like it was a life line mixed with the memory from earlier of them sniffing each other’s sweaty bodies. Those scenes stuck to the inside of her eyelids like someone had drenched them in glue and pressed them there to personally torture her.
Inside Fumas’ mind, the alcohol soaked through the images, animating them. Faces closed in on each other, hands gripping hips, heavy breaths.
The freezer did nothing to make the heat inside her decrease. Now her face was just cold. Whatever. It was bound to happen eventually.
Morbid curiosity got the best of her, and she returned to the couch. Euijoo and Nicholas hadn’t moved since she left, and now they were staring up at her, still with those dopey smiles on their faces.
“The murderer always returns to the scene of the crime.” Nicholas teased.
“And what exactly did I kill execept for your boner?” Fuma’s words came out a bit slurred.
“The mood.” There wasn’t any real bite to his words.
“If you guys are so desperate to rile me up, I have to disappoint you. The thought of you two snogging here in my living room makes me gag.” She lied.
“Don’t pretend like you haven’t been watching us.” This time it was Euijoo’s turn. You hear the truth from children and drunk people.
“Exactly. I could practically hear you cheering inside your head when we came back earlier. Just sit back in that corner and we’ll give you a show.” Nicholas pointed to Fumas previous spot on the couch. And she sat down, back to the armrest and legs pulled up to her chest.
“Good.” Nicholas praised, before turning to Euijoo, tapping his own thigh. “Come here, Juju.”
Obediently Euijoo got up and settled himself on Nicholas’ lap, so he was straddling him. Nicholas’ hands settled on his hips. Their smiles had turned into more of a smirk now. Euijoo bit his lower lip. Nicholas watched, tongue darting out over his own.
Then they finally leaned in. Didn’t even hesitate. They tilted their heads to the side to make their lips slot together comfortably. Fuma observed closely how Euijoo seemed to latch onto Nicholas’ full upperlip.
The smacking sound of their lips letting go filled up her ears. They kissed so slowly, a bit drowsy. The funny feeling inside Fuma’s stomach persisted as they both smiled into the kisses, eyes opening just enough to allow eye contact. It was so hot. Their half-lidded eyes, their glossy lips.
“You taste like barbecue chips.” Euijoo giggled.
Nicholas leaned forward further, biting Euijoo's lower lip lightly, to which he let out a surprised noise.
“No, you.” Nicholas jabbed back as he reconnected their mouths. This time he moved one of his hands to the back of Euijoos head, stroking downward and landing at the nape of his neck. His hand was so big, Fuma could picture it wrapping all the way around Euijoo's elegant throat, but instead Nicholas just played with the outgrown hair there, fingers grasping and letting go. Rather than a sigh, this made Euijoo let out a noise more comparable to a whine. His hands, that had been resting on Nicholas’ build chest, now gripped tightly onto his tanktop.
“Fuck, you’re so cute.” Nicholas groaned. This time when he leaned in, he licked a long line across the crevice of Euijoo's plush lips. Euijoo responded by letting his mouth fall open, gaining Nicholas access. And he didn’t hesitate to let his tongue explore the other’s mouth, lapping up Euijoo like a bottle of ice cold water on a hot summer night.
Fuma could barely move. She sat there holdning her breath afraid, that if she made a noise or moved even a centimeter, that she’d disturb the horny trance her two roommates had entered.
It was too dark to see any details, but Fuma could almost imagine drool spilling from the corners of their mouths, that’s how wet it sounded. She wished so badly to have them pull apart, and for there to be a string of spit bridging their lips. Then she might jump forwards and try to catch it with her own mouth. Maybe it was for the best, that this happened in a dim living room in the privacy of their home.
The kissing sounds were so dirty, and they started mixing with moans, at first a little stiffled. Euijoo’s hands were still on Nicholas’ chest, though now he had exchanged the fabric gripping for chest groping. Nicholas’ many hours in the gym were clearly a necessary means to an end with the way he’d bulked up his arms, his chest, even his glutes and thighs.
Euijoo’s thumbs brushed over Nicholas’ nipples, which were clearly sensitive through the thin fabric of his top, because he moaned loudly into Euijoos mouth. His hands, which had been rubbing up and down on Euijoos back, now fell down to grab a handful of his ass.
The groping was what got to Fuma. She felt her stomach drop and land as a pulsing between her legs. The heat that had clung to her throughout the whole night and day and the past week, seemed to have gone straight from her head to her crotch. She was so dizzy. She needed relief.
On Nicholas’ lap, Euijoo started moving subconsciously. He grinded his hips back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, small moans escaping him every time he ground down.
Both of them were wearing thin sweat shorts. Euijoo’s had ridden up so far, his entire thigh was exposed, and Fuma couldn’t help but fixate on the way the muscles there clenched with every movement. What was worse though, was that right between Euijoo’s thighs, two bulges pushed up against each other, gradually growing.
Okay, fuck it. Fuma unwound herself from her tightly coiled position just enough that she could gain access to the waistband of her jean shorts. She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and shoved a hand into her panties, her fingers hesitating, hovering over the coarse hairs on her pussy. It felt a little, if not a lot, wrong to start jerking off right now. She felt so aroused, like she’d never felt before. But infront of her were her two roommates and friends who she loved and respected more than anything in the world. Who was she to watch them in their intimate moment, lost in pleasure, probably forgetting she was even there. Was she that perverted, a sick voyer who got off on watching people against their knowledge?
But infront of her the scene only got more absurd. Euijoo’s hips came to a stop, and he leaned back, detangling himself from Nicholas’ hold. Then he got onto the floor infront of Nicholas, between his knees.
“Nico, do you think she’s converted now.” Euijoo said in a low voice.
They broke eyecontact for the first time, looking over at her. Fuma felt a rush, put on the spot. Like she was a deer caught in headlights, heading straight for collission. To describe it as embarrassing was an understatement. Despite that, her hole clenched.
“Oh, would you look at that?” Nicholas smirked. He was so mean. “I think we might have gone too far.”
A whimper escaped Fuma’s lips. She didn’t realize she had externalized her thoughts until it was too late.
“What was that?” Nicholas demanded. Euijoo was still on his knees blinking up at Fuma with his enormous, doey eyes.
“Please…” Fuma swallowed her spit. “Please just continue.”
She did not need to say it twice. Euijoo made quick work of Nicholas’ shorts. Fuma, who felt a little reassured now that she knew they hadn’t forgotten her presence completely, moved her hand further into her panties. She spread apart her lips with two fingers. Feeling how wet she already was, no need for extra lubrication, she started rubbing circles on her clit.
Infront of her, Nicholas lifted up his hips, so Euijoo could pull down his underwear. His cock sprang free of its’ confines landing on his still clothed stomach. Fuma bit into the back of her hand to hide a surprised gasp. She already felt especially sensitive.
“It’s ok, if you want to touch yourself. I don’t mind.” Euijoo’s words were so gentle against Nicholas’ commanding tone. “You should feel good too.”
His innocent, wide eyed face was kinda funny considering there was a dick in his hand, right infront of his face. But Fuma couldn’t help but be touched by the reassurance. Maybe it was the alcohol that made her throw the rest of her caution to the wind, but she freed her hand from her shorts and pulled them off, along with her underwear.
“Yes, just like that- Fuck!” Nicholas cut himself off when Euijoo licked over the head of his cock. He gripped Euijoos hair. “Fuck, Juju, don’t surprise me like that.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” Euijoo giggled with a stupid, cute smile on his stupid, cute face. Nicholas just looked down at him like a fucking predator. But why was the lamb eating the wolf this time around?
Fuma watched in awe as Euijoo put his mouth back on Nicholas. He sucked at the tip, while slowly stroking him at the base. Most insane of it all, was the maintained eyecontact through the gesture.
A hand landed on Fuma’s shin, and she almost jumped. Nicholas, who had leaned his head back on the couch and was now looking sideways at Fuma, smiled at her. His sideways smirk. Euijoo was bobbing his head up and down. “Don’t be shy. Do it.”
Fuma couldn’t not obey under Nicholas’ instense gaze. She spread her legs a little more, making herself comfortable, and put two fingers in her mouth, though she doubted she needed to slick them up with how wet she was. Wet enough to soak through the entire crotch of her panties, which now lay discarded on the floor.
“Don’t squirt on the couch, though.”
“Fuck you.” Fuma mumbled around her fingers, kicking away Nicholas’ hand. Then she was back to rubbing her clit.
Nicholas turned his attention back on Euijoo, who was still enthusiastically sucking and stroking his cock. Euijoo’s free hand found Nicholas’ balls, fondling them softly.
“Tastes good.” Euijoo said between licks.
Seeing Nicholas’ unsurprisingly visually pleasing cock out in the free again, spit and precome dripping down the shaft, veins popping, pretty and pink, had Fuma wishing she could feel it inside herself. Be the one in Nicholas’ lap, riding him. She wanted to fuck the attitude out of him. Who did he think he was, honestly. She would put him in his place, until he was begging her to let him come. Pull his hair, bite his shoulder and scratch his back. He deserved it, the little brat.
But for now all she could do was submit to Nicholas’ control. He layed his hand back on Euijoo’s head, guiding his cock back in his mouth.
Fuma wiggled further down on her back so she could lift up her legs a little. She inserted two fingers into herself with ease. Quickly she found a rhythm where she hit her most sensitive spot just right. With her fingers working herself open, and the sloppy sounds from the hottest blowjob taking place infront of her, she finally couldn’t hold back her sounds anymore.
The first moan was a sharp “AH!” and after that they came out with the rhythmic thrusts of her own fingers.
“Yes,” she heard Nicholas moan, “yes baby, just like that.” Fuma didn’t even know who he was talking to. His hand had found its way back to her leg, and moved it up to rest on the back of the couch, giving him a better view. He licked his lips as he ate up Fumas half naked body with his eyes. From her hard nipples straining against her tight shirt, to her stomach muscles flexing. Her muscular thighs, that were opened up for him, and her wet, sloppy pussy soiling her elegant fingers. Fumas face was burning. She couldn’t even tell the difference between her shame and arousal anymore. She just reveled in watching Nicholas’ hand heavy on Euijoo’s head, and the way his cock disappeared into Euijoo’s throat.
The sounds were so loud, so wet. Both of them were slowly losing composure. Fuma felt her lower stomach twist with pleasure, and she couldn’t help but pick up speed, furiously rubbing her clit, sensitive and raw. Infront of her, Nicholas’ head was thrown back, a crease between his eyebrows. An expression that would almost look angry if it wasn’t for his mouth also hanging open.
Euijoo was still sucking Nicholas’ cock like his life depended on it. Fuma sensed movement further down, and when she looked she realized Euijoo was jerking himself off too.
A drop of sweat rolled down Fumas brow. She was wet with sweat all over, panting and moaning. It was humiliating, but she couldn’t help but move her hips against the thrust of her own fingers.
Nicholas was becoming undone infront of her. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” he groaned in his deep voice. Probably just the sexiest thing Fuma had ever heard. She was so close as well. Just a few more thrusts of her fingers and she’d get there.
Nicholas’ pushed Eujioo’s head off of himself, and grabbed his own cock with one hand. With the other, he pried open Euijoo’s mouth with his thumb, and like the madman he was he told Euijoo to “Say aaah.” Then he came all over his face, stroking himself furiously, moaning loud and uninhibited. The spurts of white landed a little bit in Euijoos hair, on his nose, but most of it fell on his tongue. Like an obedient puppy, Euijoo sat back on his heels and swallowed it all.
That was what it took for Fuma to finally reach her climax. With a last few thrusts of her fingers and circles on her clit, she shut her eyes tight, envolped in darkness. Fireworks lit up inside her, sending an explosion of pleasure through her entire body. Her leg muscles spasmed, thighs clasping shut around her hands. A whiny moan came from deep in her chest.
When her cramps of pleasure receded, Fuma’s entire body slumped into the soft couch cushions, energy completely drained. She felt bone-tired. Maybe she could just take a little nap here.
But she felt a hand on her knee, reminding her, that unfortunately she wasn’t alone.
The hand belonged to Euijoo. She could tell when she managed to lift herself up onto her elbows. He must have wiped the cum off his face. Or ate it. At least it was gone now.
“You okay?” he asked for the second time that night. This time croaking rather than saying.
“I should be asking you that. Are your vocal chords still intact?”
“I’m fine. My voice usually recovers fast.”
Usually? Fuma wasn’t gonna externalize that question. She guessed there were things going on she had no idea off. And she was now also wondering if she might just have been dreaming or hallucinating this whole thing. It felt so unreal.
Nicholas rejoined them, wet wipes in hand. He gave one to Fuma, and took one for himself, with which he started wiping Euijoo’s face. It was a gentle gesture. Nicholas’ other hand was on Euijoo’s jaw, tipping it back and forth.
Fuma just wiped her fingers, and went searching for her discarded panties. They lay in a pile with her shorts by the coffee table leg.
She kinda wanted to run.
“Are you sure you’re good?” Euijoo asked again when Fuma had put her clothes back on.
“Yeah, don’t worry. As long as it was okay with you guys, then I’m ok.” She looked away. Even in the dim lighting, she couldn’t look them in the eyes. “It’s just pretty hard to face y’all right now. Can we talk about it later?”
Fuma refused to let things get weird between them, so they were gonna have to talk it out, but right now she was too tired, too hot, coming down from the effects of the alcohol she had consumed earlier, and she just really wanted to take a cold shower and sleep.
“Sure. Let’s talk tomorrow.” Nicholas had finished wiping Euijoo’s face and was collecting the used wet wipes in one of the empty chip bowls on the table.
“Sleep tight, Fuma.” Euijoo smiled at her as she turned towards the short hall leading to the bathroom and her room.
“Goodnight, Nico. Goodnight Jju.” she waved at them.
—
Fuma awoke early in the morning, because habits were habits after all. Even after a long night. The morning sun was gentle through the white transparent curtains in her room. She layed on her back for a long time watching shadows move across her ceiling. Even though everything seemed fine last night, she still felt guilty and embarrassed over her actions. She’d never done anything like that. Had barely even been naked infront of another person in her life. So yes, this was a big deal.
For a long time she had suspected that there was something going on between her two roommates, but since they never declared to her that they were officially dating, she thought it better not to snoop. Maybe she should just have asked.
But hindsight is 20/20 after all, and she was never one to mull over the past like that. No, she just had to move forward. But right now there was a 100 meter wall infront of her made up of her own embarrassment and the thought that in order to actually get over it, she’d have to look the two men in the eyes, who watched her finger blast herself last night, while they were engaging in similarly hedonistic acts.
Just as Fuma was considering whether moving countries would solve anything, there was a soft knock on her door.
“Are you awake?” This was Euijoo.
“Are you decent?” Nicholas’ voice sounded as well. Then a yelp and some angry whispering noises.
Well. Now was the time to face them. It came sooner rather than later.
“Yes, I’m awake. And decent. You can come in.” She replied, sitting up and pulling the covers all the way up to her chin. Just in case.
The door opened gently and Euijoo and Nicholas both slipped inside the room. Nicholas was carrying a tray with a cup of coffee, plates of fruit and convenience store bread. Euijoo went over to pull back the curtains and open the window to “let in some sunlight and air.”
They both sat down on each side of Fuma’s bed, moving Eevee, Jirachi, Pikachu and friends out of the way and handed her the tray carefully.
“You’re making it seem like I’m dying or something. Wait, am I?” She joked. Eye contact had never been so difficult.
“We just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Euijoo said, his voice gentle and kind as usual.
“Yeah, we didn’t want to freak you out or anything, but you know… we kinda went a bit too far in the heat of the moment and… maybe pushed you too far as well.” Nicholas added.
There was a moment of silence. Fuma sipped her coffee. They made it just the way she liked it, and all of the sudden she felt a bit emotional. They both seemed so worried that they’d accidentally pushed her to do something she didn’t want to, and now they were serving her breakfast in bed and making her the perfect coffee.
Fuma finally moved her eyes from the depths of the brown liquid in her cup and managed to look both of them in the eyes one after the other.
“I…” she started, biting her lip. “I’m fine. And… you didn’t push me. I only did what I wanted to do. And I was drunk too. But I don’t regret it. You know I never cross my own boundaries when I drink. I know myself, and I know you guys.”
It was funny how Euijoo and Nicholas visibly relaxed hearing those words. Their shoulders sunk, and they smiled at each other and then at Fuma.
“Good. We didn’t want things to become weird.” Nicholas said. He tried to snatch a strawberry off the tray, but Euijoo batted his hand away before he could take it.
“Hey, I paid for those.” He said, offended.
“And you already ate most of them in the kitchen.” Euijoo added. “If you eat them all, how will we repent for our sins?”
Fuma smiled at their bickering. Maybe nothing had to change. Maybe this was all bound to happen, because maybe they had all enjoyed it.
“Can I ask something?” Fuma was now the one to bat away Nicholas’ hand from the strawberries, popping one into her own mouth.
“Sure.” Nicholas replied. Very casually.
“This clearly wasn’t your first time… you know…” Fuma felt her face warm up. Even if she felt reassured now, the memory of last night would probably leave her feeling like a blushing virgin for the forseeable future. But somehow she wasn’t the only one blushing. Ridden of all their drunken bravado, it was the two grown men infront of Fuma’s turn to laugh awkwardly and avoid eyecontact.
“Um it’s-” Euijoo started and Nicholas finished with “-not like that.”
Oh.
Fuma wanted to roll her eyes. It had honestly been years of them getting progressively more obvious about their mutual attraction, and it only got worse when they all moved in together. But seeing their reactions, they clearly had not had The Talk.
“Okay, nevermind. That’s none of my business.” Fuma decided to let them off the hook. For now. Euijoo coughed. Nicholas fiddled with nothing in his hands.
“So. I guess everything is fine, right?” Fuma continued.
“Yes, we’re- we’re good.”
After all, the key to a healthy roommateship is good communication. Movie nights, alcohol and a little jerk off sesh in the living room to destress are just the cherries on top of the cake.