bet you won’t ( lee heeseung )
you show heeseung exactly what happens when he dares you to kiss him.
❛ content 1.5k words, top! male reader, bsf! heeseung, sexual tension, college au, suggestive themes, profanity, detailed rough kissing scenes, heeseung being manhandled.
you and heeseung had a long history of testing each other’s limits.
it started when you were kids — who could jump from the highest ledge, who could hold their breath the longest, who had the guts to steal snacks from the convenience store without getting caught. and as you grew older, the dares evolved into riskier, more reckless things. sneaking into concerts without tickets, downing questionable mixes of alcohol, going to a tattoo shop at 2 a.m just to see who would actually follow through.
the rule was pretty simple : never back down.
tonight, that rule had led you here, sprawled across your couch with empty soda cans and snack wrappers littering the floor, both of you running out of dumb dares but still itching for one last push.
then heeseung, with that lazy smirk that always meant trouble, turned to you.
“i bet you won’t kiss me.”
it was so casual, so offhanded that for a second, it almost didn’t register.
but then you saw the way his fingers twitched against his thigh, the almost imperceptible way he wet his lips after he said it. he was still grinning, but there was something in his expression that gave him away.
he expected you to laugh. to call him an idiot. maybe shove his shoulder and move on.
instead, you leaned in. “oh yeah?”
that flicker of hesitation returned, but he doubled down, arching a brow as if daring you to take it further.
fine. he wanted to play? you’d play.
in one smooth, deliberate motion, you grabbed the front of heeseung’s hoodie, fisting the fabric tight in your hands as you yanked him forward. hard.
he gasped, stumbling a half-step, caught completely off guard — but not fighting you. not resisting. his hands flew up instinctively, more out of shock than anything else, but he didn’t push away. didn’t even try.
and then your mouth was on his.
you didn’t kiss him. you took him — lips crashing into his like a fucking storm, teeth catching on his lower lip before you pushed past, tongue hot and demanding as it swept into his mouth. this wasn’t some teasing little dare, some flirty back-and-forth.
if you were gonna do this, you were doing it.
heeseung barely had time to make a sound before you were crowding into him, walking him backward until his knees hit the edge of the couch and he dropped down with a surprised grunt. you followed immediately, crawling into his space, straddling his lap with zero hesitation. your hands gripped the sides of his hoodie again and you yanked him forward by it, using the leverage to tilt his face up and kiss him deeper.
you could feel the shock bleeding out of him, replaced by something hotter, needier. his lips parted with no resistance, and the second your tongue slid against his, he let out this sound — soft and wrecked and breathless — that punched straight through you.
that sound made your grip tighten.
one hand fisted in the back of his hoodie, dragging it up so your palm could settle between his shoulder blades. the other slid to the nape of his neck, fingers curling into his hair as you held him there — forced him to take every second of your mouth, every bit of heat you were pouring into him. he gasped again, thighs spreading slightly beneath you, like his body had given up on playing hard to get and was begging to be claimed.
his hands clutched at your arms, fingertips digging into your sleeves like he was grounding himself — like he needed something to hold onto or he’d fall apart completely. you felt the tension rolling through him, the way he was fighting to keep up, lips moving with yours as his chest heaved under you.
you pulled back enough to breathe. not far. just an inch.
his face — flushed, dazed, pupils blown wide — wrecked. his chest was rising and falling like you’d stolen the air right out of his lungs.
“still think i wouldn’t do it?” you asked, voice low, just a little rough, still catching your breath.
heeseung swallowed thickly. his lips were red, wet, slightly parted. “holy fucking shit.”
“that all you got to say?” you murmured, dragging your thumb slowly across his cheekbone, then down to his jaw, tracing the sharp line before gripping his chin and forcing his eyes back on yours.
he blinked slowly, like he was still trying to process it, then let out a breathless laugh.
“i mean… i wasn’t expecting that.”
you hummed, leaning in closer.
“bet you weren’t expecting to like it either.”
that hit. you felt it in the way his fingers twitched against your arms, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed again. he didn’t answer. didn’t pull away.
instead, his gaze flickered back to your mouth; fleeting, but obvious. and you caught that. and you weren’t about to let it slide.
heeseung had started this game, but now you were running it.
in one swift motion, you grabbed both his wrists and shoved them up, pinning them to the cushion behind his head as you pushed him back into the couch. his breath caught, eyes wide, but holy fuck — he looked so good like this. flushed. breathless. helpless.
“heeseung,” you growled, voice dropping. “you wanted me to do it, didn’t you?”
“i—” his voice cracked, barely more than a whisper.
“you don’t get to play dumb now.”
your grip on his wrists tightened, knuckles flexing, and you leaned in — mouth just hovering over his, close enough to feel the heat of your breath. his lips parted, waiting, but you didn’t give in. not yet.
“you dared me because you wanted it. wanted to see if id actually do it,” your nose brushed against his. “and now you don’t know what the fuck to do with yourself.”
he was breathing hard, chest rising fast, back arched slightly under your weight. but he still didn’t tell you to stop. if anything, he arched closer. his fingers curled helplessly in your grip, like they were aching to touch you but couldn’t. you weren’t giving him the chance.
you kissed down his jaw, hot and slow, dragging your teeth lightly against his skin before biting just enough to make him jolt. he tilted his head to the side — gave you access, gave you everything.
“say it,” you murmured, lips brushing over the spot just beneath his ear. “fucking say it.”
“fuck,” he gasped, barely audible. “you win.”
crushed your mouth to his, harder than before — rough, messy, all teeth and tongue. he moaned into it, the sound shooting straight through your spine. you bit at his lip, then sucked it between your teeth, tugging until he gasped, his hips jerking under yours.
you finally released his wrists, and he didn’t waste a second. his hands flew to your shoulders, gripping like he didn’t know what else to do — like he needed to hold onto you or he’d lose it.
and then you grabbed him.
fingers digging into his thighs, you yanked him closer, grinding down against him with slow, brutal intent. he choked out a noise — loud, desperate — as his hands clutched at your hoodie, knuckles white.
you kissed him again, rough and wet and fucking hungry, and his body just gave.
his thighs trembled under your grip, chest pressed flush to yours, lips working against yours like kissing you was the only thing keeping him alive.
your hands slid under his hoodie, pushing it up, palms splaying over hot skin. his stomach flinched at your touch but he didn’t stop you. you traced every inch, every dip and line, fingers dragging over his ribs, up his back, possessive and firm like you were learning him.
“heeseung,” you said again, voice rough and low, lips ghosting over his flushed skin.
you sucked at the base of his neck, then moved up, leaving a trail of heat behind. “say it again.”
he whimpered, legit fucking whimpered, hips twitching under you.
“do it again,” he whispered, wrecked. “i dare you.”
you laughed and then grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you, and kissed him so hard his head tipped back.
because you never turned down a dare.
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