raspberries and mocha | heejake ✔

51 (M)

TW: Smut

"Listen Heeseung..." Jake said as he got on Heeseung's lap and moved one hand to his neck and intertwined the other hand with his. "We both know you still want me. You want me so bad right now. If you still do, this is your last chance. You deserve so much better than me. But tonight, even just for tonight, say it like you mean it." He said, inching closer with every word. 

Heeseung only glared right back at him before finally scooting his face closer, the scent of raspberries filling his nostrils. "You...are fucking intoxicating." He brushed his lips against Jake's before finally pulling him into a proper kiss.

He had waited unbearably long for this. This was what he'd been yearning for so long.

The kiss deepened almost immediately, heated and desperate, as though they were both trying to make up for every moment they'd spent apart. Jake's fingers tightened around Heeseung's neck, his thumb grazing the pulse that was hammering beneath his skin. Heeseung's free hand found its way to Jake's waist, gripping him tightly as though afraid he might disappear.

Jake tilted his head, pressing closer, his lips parting to allow Heeseung's tongue to slide against his. The taste of him—the warmth, the familiarity—sent a shiver down Jake's spine. His heart pounded against his ribcage, and the world outside of Heeseung's car seemed to fade into nothingness.

Heeseung groaned softly into Jake's mouth, his other hand moving to Jake's lower back, pulling him flush against him. The sensation was overwhelming, electrifying, and it only made Jake want more. His hand slid up to tangle in Heeseung's hair, tugging gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

"Jake," Heeseung murmured against his lips, his voice low and breathless. His hands roamed Jake's back, gripping and holding him like he was trying to memorize every curve, every line. "You're driving me insane."

"Good," Jake whispered, his lips brushing against Heeseung's jawline, then trailing down to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. "You deserve it after everything you've put me through."

Heeseung let out a shaky laugh, his head falling back against the seat as Jake continued to kiss along his neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly. "You're impossible," Heeseung said, but there was no bite to his words, only a raw, aching affection.

"And you're mine," Jake shot back, pulling back just enough to look into Heeseung's eyes. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and his face was flushed, his lips swollen. "You've always been mine, Heeseung."

Heeseung's gaze softened, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. He reached up to cup Jake's face, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone tenderly. "I don't think I ever stopped being yours," he admitted quietly, his voice breaking slightly at the end.

Jake's breath hitched, his heart swelling at the words. He leaned in again, capturing Heeseung's lips in another searing kiss, this one slower but no less passionate. It was a promise, a silent vow that he wasn't letting go this time—not ever.

The intensity of the moment consumed them, their kisses growing hungrier, more fervent. Jake shifted in Heeseung's lap, his hands wandering over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, like he was rediscovering him all over again.

"Jake," Heeseung said again, his voice deeper now, laced with need. He grabbed Jake's wrist, pausing him for just a moment. Their foreheads pressed together, and Heeseung's eyes bore into Jake's, his gaze searching. "Are you sure about this?"

Jake nodded without hesitation, his voice steady as he replied, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Heeseung's lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile before he pulled Jake back into another kiss, his grip tightening as he let himself fall completely, utterly, and unapologetically into Jake's embrace.