It reminds him of many things. For one, his own parents in this position, with his mother attempting to cook Thanksgiving dinner and his father draping himself over her incessantly. It's reminds him of morning-after scenes when barely-clothed couples cook breakfast together (and when he says cook, he means someone cooking and the other latching onto them.)
Heeseung unwinds one hand and reaches over to dip his fingers into the batter, and Jake witnesses, with bated breath, Heeseung taking it into his mouth and tasting it.
He hums, popping them out of his mouth. "Good. Could use a little more sugar, don't you think?"
Jake perks up and instantly searches for the sugar,"oh, really? Okay let me-"
Heeseung's lips brush against his neck and his hot breath tickles Jake's neck, a million tingly waves spreading from the site. Heeseung dips his fingers into the batter quickly and presents them to Jake. "Try it."
"Okay," Jake says quietly, hand reaching up to hold onto Heeseung's wrist, but Heeseung move his hand away once he nears. "Let me do it." He says, and Jake wants to cry.
"Open your mouth." Heeseung says, and Jake follows on command, and soon Heeseung is pressing his fingers inside Jake's mouth.
"Well, close it," Heeseung laughs quietly, "how are you going to taste it like that?"
Jake lets his jaw close slowly, and first, he tastes the salt of Heeseung's skin, and then the batter. It was sweet enough for him. He blushes- Heeseung's fingers were in his mouth, all the way to the second knuckles.
"Good?" Heeseung hums, and Jake nods his heads. God, they must look crazy like this, and the whole situation is so absurd that Jake feels like he must still be asleep.
The embarrassment gets to him. He attempts to pull off but Heeseung tsks, letting his fingers follow. "Clean it first."
So Jake tries.
He lets his tongue press against his fingers and allows for his lips to fully close around Heeseung's digits, and soon they're coated in saliva.
Heeseung presses closer, closer, closer, too close yet not close enough.
Jake's lashes flutter shut and although he hears Heeseung take a sharp breath, he doesn't think much of it- after all, it's not like he can.
He's only snapped out of it when he hears Jungwon and Riki chattering in the distance. Heeseung slips his fingers out in one go, and at this point, the stove has log overheated and the batter has sunken slightly.
Then Heeseung unwinds his arms- Jake berates himself for missing the warmth- and takes a step back.
"Oh," Heeseung says softly, "looks like the kids are up."
Kids. Kids. Kids. Heeseung sounded like a dad, which he supposes he was, because everybody said it, and if Heeseung was a dad, then that made Jake the mom, and somehow, the thought doesn't disturb him as much as he thought it would, but-
Jake start scooping the batter into the pan to distract himself.
"I'm going to get to the shower before they hoard it, okay?" Heeseung asks, and Jake nods, avoiding Heeseung's eyes.
Leave leave leave leave leave Jake thinks. He can't suffer this much embarrassment so early in the morning.
Heeseung makes a clicking noise with his tongue, and Jake's face is turned in Heeseung's direction by a large hand. Jake gulps. Heeseung slimes, charmed by Jake's innocence, and uses a thumb to swipe some batter off the corner of Jake's mouth.
He sucks his thumb, eyes on Jake's, and stupidly, in a poor judgement call, Jake's eyes trail down to Heeseung's crotch. And, yup, Jake can now confirm his hyung definitely has a big dick. He can also confirm that he is suffering from severe heart palpitations.
Jake glances back up and simply wants to kill himself. He's not sure why he thought it'd be a good idea to glance down (and, even more embarrassingly, he knows he didn't just glance. A more appropriate word would be ogle) at the crotch of the person he's currently taking to, but Jake Sim has lapsed in his intelligence sometimes.
"You're so messy for a mom," Heeseung says, and there it is, the mortification settling in, and then the shameful arousal following it.
Mom. Mom. Mom. Why was he mom? Why did Heeseung keep insisting he would be called mom? Jake wasn't a mom- he was a boy. A male. If anything, he'd be a dad, not mom.
Jake opens his mouth to speak, but Sunoo slips into the room and immediately demands that they add Mint Chocolate Bars into their grocery list. Heeseung breaks away with a smile and announces he'll be using the shower.
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Happy Wife, Happy Life
FanfictionBased on the fact that both Riki and Heeseung see Heeseung as the dad and Jake as the mom of ENHYPEN... I had a pulmonary embolism when i found out. Did this also stem from my kink of 'token straight' being feminized??? Yes... It did. I don't really...