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(5) kitchen counter

The kitchen counter it is. There’s no going back now anyway, Minho is almost done with counting down the numbers and will most definitely look in the kitchen for you. Of course, looking for you and the others but some insecurities inside you tell you he’s searching especially for you.

Once you’re behind the huge, modern furniture, the cookie scent lingers in your nose again due to the closeness to the oven. They look so delicious, different shapes and toppings are making them look even tastier and you would go in for a bite, if it didn’t make such a noise.

“Hungry?”

The sound startles you, making you look to your right. His freckles look so pretty in the dim moonlight that’s shining through the kitchen window and you want to count them, compare them to the sprinkles on the cookies.

Calm the fuck down, YN.

“Why didn’t you bake them with me, Lixie?”

Where’s this sudden outburst of jealousy coming from? You’re obviously not jealous of Minho but you would be lying if you didn’t say you felt a bit betrayed when your roommate decided to bake the cookies with your enemy by his side instead.

“I wanted to bake the cookies with you, you know?”

Oh.

“Yeah, just a small problem– Minho was there.”

“I know I know. He can be a lot. I’m sorry.”

His apology is sincere. But Felix has never been someone to pick sides, always wanting the group to live in harmony.

“It’s just,” you begin again, “I was hoping to spend more time with you which is ridiculous since we literally live together but since due to my job I wasn’t able to fit in the baking session we had planned and I still feel awful about it and–“

“Hey, hey, Y/N. Slow down,” your roommate stops your rambling now, “I understand. But we can always just do it another time? Maybe later when the others are asleep so we don’t disturb anyone?”

Is he asking to get some time with you alone or are you reading too much into it? It’s definitely the latter, you’re sure.

“Won’t you be tired around that time?”

Felix shakes his head, “I’m not tired, are you?”

“Me neither.”

A new noise startles you, revealing another face.

“Try talking a bit louder next time so I don’t find you,” Minho sarcastically says, waiting around the corner of the kitchen counter.

A few hours later, having some more wine swimming around in your veins and more sweets filling your tummy, you meet up with Felix, glad most of the other’s are either asleep or playing some video games in the living room.

“You declined an offer to play video games with the others?”

Felix is currently placing a sheet of parchment paper on a baking tray, as you’re mixing together the ingredients. Since Seungmin’s kitchen doesn’t offer a rolling pin, you decide to use a wine bottle for spreading out the dough.

“I’d always choose you, Y/N,” your friend says, trying to keep eye contact with you but your gaze is fixated on the cookie cutters in your hand.

“I don’t believe you,” you half jokingly say, unsure if you really mean it. After all, he has known Minho and his other friends before you and Felix probably doesn’t see more in you than a roommate he happens to get along with.

“Why did you think I was cuddling with you when watching the movie?

Oh. The flashback. You’ve almost forgotten about that. He was dangerously close to you a few hours ago.

“Because you’re a touchy person?”

Once the cookie shapes are placed in the oven, Felix scoots a bit closer to you, taking your chin between his fingers and you wonder if you should start counting his freckles now.

“I am touchy but exclusively with people I like.”

Oh. The plot twist.

“Y-You like me?”

He nods, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Hm, I have for a while. But you were with Hyunjin and all– I gave up after some time.”

It’s a bit overwhelming and surprising, though in retrospect you could have seen it coming.

“I don’t know what to say, Lixie. I like you too, though. I just don’t want to rush things.” You’re honest for once and you hope it doesn’t scare him away. You’re willing to give it a try, after all.

“We don’t have to rush things. Don’t worry about me. We can just see where things will lead to, in case you want to accept my offer.”

He approaches you even further now, cageing you between the counter and his body. You catch his gaze flickering down to your mouth from time to time.

“Which offer?”

“My offer to kiss you.”

And that’s when you’re the one to take initiative now, closing the distance between the both of you, when your lips are laying on Felix’s. It’s just a matter of time, when he places you on top of the furniture instead, his already grown bulge pressing against your soaking heat.

Even though Felix wants to take his time with you, you’re pretty much aware there’s a slight chance you could be caught by the others who are still busy in the living room. But that’s the last thing on your mind, especially when his hand wanders under your sweatshirt and starts groping your breasts.

“I have wanted this for so long,” he whispers into your mouth.

“Me too, Lixie.”

The kiss deepens further, by now evolving into a steamy make out session and in an instant you bring your fingers around his covered crotch, palming his firm erection through the material of his sweatpants.

“Do you…?” He asks, looking at you.

“Hm, Lixie. I want to. Do you want to, though?”

He kisses you once again, already tugging at the hem of his pants.

“God, yes. There’s nothing I want more than to fuck you, baby.”

The fact that your sunshine boy is able to use such rough words with you lets a tingling sensation run down your lower stomach, the eagerness of your body and soul growing with every second.

You slide your jeans down as well, letting them meet the floor as you spread your legs for him. One of your hands disappears between your wet folds, collecting some of your arousal, and you bring two fingers to his mouth.

“Taste,” you order. Felix would be a fool to decline. So, since one of his hands is already busy stroking his cock, he uses the other one to seize his tongue around your digits.

“Even sweeter than any of those cookies, baby.”

You chuckle at the compliment, getting in a comfortable decision as you watch Felix lean closer to you. One centimetre at a time, he pushes his length inside you, feeling you walls quivering around him at the sensation.

“Feels so good, Lix– filling me up so well,” you praise him again and that’s when he starts thrusting into you. Your roommate doesn’t bother starting with a slow pace since neither of you will be able to keep doing this for a long time. Especially, when you look at him with big doll eyes, sneaking your fingers between your legs again to help yourself a little.

They’re replaced by Felix’s in an instant, as he keeps massaging your clit so sensually, driving you over the edge of your orgasm a few minutes later.

“Fuck– just like that Lixie, right there,” you chant out as you cum all over him. Your roommate pulls his cock out of you, climaxing all over your thighs. Once you’ve come down from your highs, you help clean and dress each other.

The post-nut clarity hits you, when a stinging scent enters your nose. “Is it just me or does it smell burnt in here?”

“Shit– the cookies.”

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