Shots Dared (m) | jackson wang
— title: Shots Dared | pairings: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x female reader (feat. Yugyeom) | genre: pwp (porn with a bit of plot), friends with benefits!au | word count: 7,840 words
— summary | Jackson always knows how to live up his summer parties, and tonight, he manages to lure you into one of his obscene games that you have no desire to turn away from. But can you dish it when it gets too hot?
Or,
What’s a summer without Jackson’s wild pool party?
— full fic ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; involves swearing, alcohol consumption, drinking games, Jackson and his epic parties, pool party, teasing and drunk flirting, sexual tension, dirty talk, edging, licking, kissing, drunk making out (with consent), body shots, exhibitionism kink, public making out, dry humping, grinding, public sex, clothed sex/making out.
— fic drop date: July 26th, 2025 | read on AO3 | main masterlist | mailbox | feedback | ko-fi | divider credit
— story note: This story is written and submitted as part of @k-vanity’s “Every Summer After” event.
“Truth or dare?”
You roll your eyes and toss back the rest of your beer, wincing as it slides down your throat.
How many of these have you already drunk all night? You wonder to yourself as you look down at the red plastic cup in your hand before tossing it away. You don’t usually get so easily affected by these types of drinks, but unlike most of his friends and housemates, who would normally only buy cheap, stale beer to pass around at their parties, Jackson has always chosen the best ones to serve his guests with.
That’s probably why you have been enjoying it a lot, even when you aren’t normally a huge fan of beer. And he must have stocked up more than enough of them for this pool party of his, since the drinks keep circulating around the pool and the outdoor patio where everyone has spread, and there seems to be no sign of them running out of the drinks.
But the beer is quite strong, and it’s been a while since you filled up your stomach with dinner—the plate filled with cheeseburger and fries that the boys cooked themselves now lies empty on one of the tables on the side of the pool. Then you also shared a couple of shots with the boys during one of Jackson’s games before jumping into the pool to cool off, so now you are beginning to feel it going straight to your head.
“Hey, babe? Come on, truth or dare?”
Jackson’s voice snaps you out of it, and you turn to your side to see him leaning closer. “Hmm?” you hum absentmindedly, before realizing that he was talking to you earlier while your mind was wandering. “Oh, sorry…what were you saying?”
Jackson lifts his eyebrow. “The game. It’s your turn to choose.”
Your eyes grow wide. Oh, right…you were playing a game.
Although, there is hardly any point in playing when there’s barely anyone around to join.
In a typical fashion of Jackson’s famous summer parties, he always fills it with not only good food and top-notch drinks, but also with a variety of games that everyone can join and have a lot of fun with. Tonight, he’s had all the guests join all types of drinking games, followed by a few rounds of the classic game of truth or dare.
Not five minutes ago, there were still a lot of others who joined the latest game. But now, just a little over an hour after it first started, one by one, they have all begun to drop out of the game. Like Bambam, who is now lounging in the outdoor hot tub after taking the last dare by dipping in completely naked, now joined by two girls who seem to be enjoying his company, or Youngjae and Mark, who are half passed out on nearby recliners after taking the challenge of finishing a whole tray of shots.
You can see other guests chilling on one side of the pool to cool off after playing their own games, or lying down on the lines of recliners to sober up, while nearly half of the party has moved into the house, possibly finding their own entertainment to enjoy or to find any random corner to sleep in. Which leaves only you, Jackson, and Yugyeom sitting on the outdoor lounge near the other end of the pool, slightly away from the others, to resume whatever is left from the game. Droplets of water still cling to your bodies as the three of you had just left the pool merely seconds ago after the last game.
“Well?”
Your heart skips a beat as you meet Jackson’s gaze. You haven’t really noticed how much closer he has gotten, too close, that his face is practically right in front of you. Your breath catches, while Jackson’s smug grin rises slowly across his face.
“Dare,” you manage to whisper, your eyes falling on his lips when he lets out a low chuckle.
“So that’s how you want to play it?” He teases, and you resist the urge to look away when your cheeks burn under his calculating gaze.
You have to admit that you haven’t been playing fair. Ever since the game started, you have been doing your best to avoid choosing ‘truth’ each time you have your turn while Jackson is leading the game. You weren’t ready to spill any secrets that Jackson might be interested in digging out of you, or for you to confront what happened between the two of you last summer when you fell for his charm, then fell into his bed, long before his party even ended.
It’s quite surprising how well he has been playing along so far; never once has he tried to make you change your mind while playing. But seeing the amusement now dancing across his hooded eyes, you realize that he might have been expecting you to make this choice. And he doesn’t waste another second before saying, “In that case, I dare you to have a round of body shots.”
Your jaw drops. “What?” You sputter, while you can hear Yugyeom snickering from the other end of the loveseat you are sitting on.
“Now we’re talking,” he teases, slurring as he speaks, obviously too deeply affected by all the shots he had from playing against Youngjae and Mark. You throw a sharp glance at him, which doesn’t have any effect on him when he barely pays attention to your change of mood.
“What’s the matter, babe? Are you backing out of the dare?” Jackson asks you when you fail to answer.
“No, I’ll do it,” you quickly interject before Jackson offers you something different to choose from. Seeing the mischief in his eyes, you’re not quite sure that you would like what he has in mind. “How does it work?” you ask him instead, “Am I doing the shot on you, or is it going to be the other way around?’
You start to picture Jackson licking something off of your skin, and your body instantly warms up. But you don’t have a chance to regret accepting the dare when Jackson leans back, tapping his chin as he starts thinking deeply about it.
“Hmmm…let’s see,” he hums softly, running his gaze lazily down your body. It makes you feel self-conscious to be the center of his attention, that the heat in your body keeps rising further, the bikini you are wearing seems to melt into your skin, as if they are insignificant as he continues to devour you with only his perusing gaze.
“Why don’t we do both?” he offers with a grin on his face, “We can take turns. You take a shot from me, then I’ll have mine on yours. Deal?”
You lick your lips. “That sounds fair,” you gently murmur, right before Yugyeom chimes in gently.
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
Jackson snickers softly, while you turn to look at his friend. “I suppose you’ll be joining too, then?”
Yugyeom licks his lips and grins, his eyes flickering towards Jackson for a brief moment. “Nah, I’ve gotten too much to drink already. I’ll just sit back and watch, be the spectator to judge if the dare is completed and maybe help you out with the drinks so you won’t be spilling all over these new seats,” he chuckles and sits back with his arms spread over the backrest of the long loveseat.
“I guess it’s going to be just you and me, baby,” Jackson gently says, drawing your attention back to him. “Ready?”
Shivers run through your body as he leans in, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck. You hold your breath, hoping that it will be enough to hide how much he is affecting you. Keeping your voice steady, you nod and whisper to him, “Let’s get this over with.”
Jackson leans back, smiling as if he is feeling pleased with himself, and then nods at Yugyeom. The latter immediately jumps into action, reaching out to grab the bottle of tequila on the table that he used to play his game earlier. He lifts the bottle, clicking his tongue when he realizes that the bottle is down to its last drop. “We ran out of this one from the other dares. Let me grab a new bottle.”
Jackson nods and instructs him to grab the one he stocked in the outdoor bar for tonight’s event, claiming that it’s the good bottle. “And don’t forget to bring us more lime.”
“You got it.”
Left alone with Jackson, you are made acutely aware of his presence leaning close to your side. The heat of his body seems to radiate in the space around you, overpowering the cold night air that you are still feeling after dipping into the pool with him earlier.
“You look tense.”
The gentle tone in Jackson’s voice surprises you, but it helps calm your nerves a little. “I’m fine.”
Jackson lets out a low chuckle, the corner of his lips lifts up to a smile as he teases you, “Of course, you are. You certainly look like you are enjoying the party.”
You giggle and bump your shoulder against him, making him sway backwards. “Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself? You went all out tonight, you know.”
“Maybe a little.” He shrugs. “But we’re not talking about me, and I know what I’m seeing. Not to mention that you’re still here.”
His words make you pause and look at him. You have to admit that you have been nervous all night. You weren’t even sure about coming to the party earlier tonight, until your roommates managed to convince you to come. It wasn’t really the thought of going out and having fun at a summer party that made you hesitant to come in the first place, after all. It was the thought of seeing him, the guy who filled your summer last year with long nights filled with hot, intense sex, whether it was on his bed, yours, or sometimes even in other places he deemed fit to claim you on and made you go crazy with his touches.
You can’t even remember why you stopped hooking up with him. You only remember how everything got a bit too much, too intense, that you chose to step back and find some space away from him. Only to find out that it was too late. He had practically ruined you for everyone else that the idea of dating and hooking up with other guys that you stopped trying altogether.
That was before this summer, before tonight, when you finally get to see him again. The moment he saw you earlier when you first arrived, you could see the questions running in his head through the look in his eyes.
How are you? What have you been up to? Why haven’t you been answering my calls and texts?
That had been the reason why you had been avoiding his prodding questions, although—despite feeling nervous all night whenever you found his eyes lingering on you—it still hadn’t stopped you from getting drawn to him and staying close. You should have realized that he had noticed how highly strung you have been all night, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.
“Did you expect me to run away or something?” You ask him with a smile, while keeping your voice light to hide your surprise.
“Not exactly,” he says with a shrug, then he leans close to whisper, “But I’d like to know what’s been going on inside your pretty mind.”
You bite your lips, stopping yourself from saying anything. As your gazes meet, the air around you sparks, growing intense, and the small voice in your mind is telling you to back away from the dare before things go any further.
Yugyeom chooses that exact moment to return from the outdoor bar, breaking the tension growing between you and Jackson. You turn to see him with a bottle of branded tequila in one hand, and a small tray with shot glasses and lime wedges in the other. His steps are a bit clumsy, and the stupid grin on his face gives away just how drunk he has actually gotten.
How he still manages to walk across the pool deck without slipping or dropping anything is beyond you.
“You got the salt here, right?” he calls out to Jackson, who grabs the salt shaker that had been tossed over on the table when the other guys used it to take shots while you were enjoying your time in the pool.
“Right here.”
“Nice.”
Yugyeom sets down the bottle and the tray on the table, his movements lacking grace, but at least he isn’t spilling anything while he acts like a bartender preparing the drinks.
“Three shots?” you ask him as Yugyeom lines up three shot glasses in front of you and begins pouring the drink into each one, filling them up to the brim. “Are you joining us?”
Yugyeom lifts his gaze, glancing briefly at Jackson before answering with a knowing smile on his face, “Not joining the game, babe. I know when it’s time to just sit back and let you guys have some fun licking these drinks from each other.” He throws you a wink, making your cheeks burn, and takes one shot glass in his hand. “But you know I can’t miss out on a good bottle, so let me join you for a little warm-up.”
“Have at it.” Jackson shakes his head and hands the second glass to you. “How about a love shot for foreplay?”
You roll your eyes, but choose to play along. “Sure. I guess you can join this one?” You smile teasingly at Yugyeom, who grins at you in return.
“How can I say no to that?”
Jackson lets out a low chuckle, and then he pours a line of salt on the back of your hand before doing it to his own.
Before you get to choose where to start, Jackson links his arm around yours, entwining the hands holding the shot glasses and gently pulling you closer. His eyes are on yours, deep and intense, as he licks the salt from the back of his hand. He pauses, waiting for you to mirror his move before he continues. You keep your eyes on him as you drag your tongue across the salt in your hand, drawing a smile to his face, and you down the drink at the same time.
The tequila burns sweet and sharp down your throat, but the heat you feel as it settles in your chest comes entirely from him, and it makes you feel dizzy, that you quickly pull away to break out of the intense fog he has pulled you into.
“My turn,” Yugyeom calls out from your other side as you bite down on a piece of lime wedge to chase down the hard liquor in your mouth, and you cannot feel more grateful that he chooses that moment to crush the spell that you are in.
You turn to him, letting him refill your glass before repeating the same thing you did with Jackson as you link your arms together, the shot glass between your fingers and the salt on the back of your hand. Even when you do it all over again the same way, it feels so different with Yugyeom. There is no spark between you as you lock gazes with each other, his teasing grin as he licks off the salt from his hand isn’t making your heart race, and the only heat you feel after taking the drink isn’t as strong as the heat coming from Jackson’s gaze that you feel brushing against your back.
“Alright…now, who should go first?” Jackson asks you once you are done and you have your attention back on him, his voice low and playful, but the same cannot be said for the way he is looking at you. The mischief in his eyes makes you hesitant for a moment, but you also realize that you can no longer back down from the challenge.
“You go first,” you decide, knowing that this would be the only way for this to happen.
His grin widens. “Good choice.” Jackson nods at Yugyeom right then, the latter immediately continues to play his role of an attendant as he refills the glass shots—two of them this time—to the brim. “Lie back down, baby.”
Jackson’s voice sends your heartbeat palpating wildly in your chest. You take a deep breath to find some calmness, and then slowly lie back across the loveseat with your head resting on the cushions; the soft fabrics beneath you feel cold against your back. Being in this position makes you feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Your body bristles under the chill night air brushing against your wet skin, but on the inside, you feel warmth pooling in your belly.
You can feel Yugyeom’s presence as he sits on the end of the loveseat, watching, while Jackson rises to his feet, his head tilted as he takes in the sight of you. You watch as Jackson moves to take the shot glass while you shift on the seat, trying your best to get comfortable despite being acutely aware of the two pairs of eyes watching you.
Jackson steps closer, his tall frame becomes a looming presence, intimidating and alluring at the same time. With the shot glass in one hand, he reaches out with the other hand to gently brush your damp hair back, exposing your neck and shoulder, the tips of his fingers grazing your skin in a barely-there touch that sends shivers down your spine.
Slowly, with deliberate movement, he moves to straddle your waist, a move which surprises you so much that it draws a gasp from your lips. Jackson smiles at you as he places the shot glass right at the hollow between your breasts. The glass feels cold against your now heated skin, drawing another gasp from you.
Jackson carefully bends over you, getting close enough until his chest is nothing but a couple of inches away from the tip of the glass. “Hold still,” he murmurs with a grin on his face. You steady your breath and fight the urge to squirm as he sprinkles a line of salt on your skin, right between your collarbone and the swell of your breasts. His touch is featherlight, but his body heat is ever-present, like a heavy blanket pressing you down into the cushion.
You can finally breathe easier when Jackson leans back, taking his whole body heat away as he reaches out to the table to pick up a lime wedge. Holding still the best you can to stop the shot glass from tipping over, you follow his movement with your gaze, and suck a deep breath when he brings the lime wedge to your lips.
“Open for me,” he commands softly.
Your head swirls as you part your lips, feeling as if his words are taking over your mind completely. For a moment, you see his gaze darkening with need, but he takes your attention away from it as he places the lime wedge between your teeth. Once he is done, he straightens back up, a small smile lifts on his face, yet his eyes are dark and intense as they roam down your body. He takes a moment to marvel at his work, enjoying the way you look before him, before asking you gently, “Ready?”
His voice sounds low and husky, sending your heart racing. You can only nod to answer, not trusting yourself to speak around the lime wedge, much less to risk the short glass falling if you even dare try to.
Jackson dips his head, his breath tickling your skin as he lowers his face close to your chest. The wet locks from the top of his head falling over, unruly from his swim with you earlier, and they gently graze on your skin as he traces his tongue along the salt line. He starts slow, his tongue lingering on your skin a few seconds longer than he should, then his mouth moves over the swell of your breasts with a ghostly touch. His warm breath feels like a brief touch of a kiss, and you clutch your hands on the cushions beneath you to hold yourself still. The sensation feels electric, sending sparks of pleasure through every cell in your body, even when he isn’t actually touching you yet.
Jackson pauses briefly, catching your gaze, then lifts his head just enough to wrap his lips around the shot glass nestled between your breasts. Your breath hitches when his lips graze lightly on your skin, but he quickly pulls away and tilts his head back in one swift motion with the glass caught between his lips, and you watch him down the shot with ease.
He swallows the tequila smoothly, his muscles contracting as the liquid slides down his throat, and then he drops the empty glass onto the cushion beside you.
He bends back down again, and his mouth is suddenly on yours. His lips feel warm and intense as he presses them against yours. Your tongues tangle together briefly as he takes the lime wedge from between your teeth. The tart juice from the lime erupts in your mouth, mixed together with the strong taste of tequila clinging on his tongue. You tilt your chin up, following the desperate need you feel to press your lips longer on his. Only that he is suddenly gone, the heat of his body is quick to be replaced by the cool night air as he sits back.
You simply lie there, breathless and dizzy with lust, with the ghost of his touch—his lips, his tongue—still tingling on your skin and mouth. Your heart is pounding in your chest, the sounds reverberating loud enough in your ears, nearly drowning the low murmur of the party still carrying on in the distance.
Then your eyes roam down his body, a steady perusal down his chiseled chest, now heaving with deep breaths, to the toned stomach and the V-line disappearing under the tight swim trunks that he has been wearing all night. And then your gaze settles on the center of his spread legs, seeing him sitting on your lap still, your attention drawn to where a hard bulge has formed under the fabric covering his skin. You drag your tongue across your lips, tasting the remnants of lime, tequila, and every bit of him that you have gotten a taste of, while suddenly feeling the thirst to taste something else.
“Ready for your turn, baby?”
You drag your eyes away from his covered hard-on, meeting his deep, dark and knowing gaze, and smile. “I’m ready.”
Jackson rises, stepping aside to stand on his feet before offering his hand for you to take. Your body feels unsteady as you try to rise; the delicate sparks he ignited are still radiating faintly in your body, so you take his hand to accept his support. You lean on him as you lift your body up from the seat and get to your feet.
“My turn,” he says, then he takes your place across the loveseat and lies down.
The clinking sound of a shot glass draws your attention away from him, and you turn to see Yugyeom pouring tequila onto another glass, topping it off. Your face flushes when you realize that he is still there, his presence forgotten while you were being completely entranced by Jackson’s alluring presence and his taunting mouth.
“Here you go,” Yugyeom says as he hands you the shot glass.
As you take the glass from his hand, you notice the mischievous grin he is giving you. His dark, hooded gaze makes you wonder about what is running through his head right now. Warmth spreads across your cheeks when you think about him sitting there, watching Jackson crawl over your body to take his shot.
Shaking these thoughts away, you hold the glass still in one hand and reach out for the salt shaker in the other, and then you take a step closer to Jackson.
Your gaze travels down Jackson’s body while he is lying there across the loveseat, taking in the expanse of his inked skin and sculpted chest. Water droplets from the pool still cling to him, perhaps mixed together with sweat, as you can still feel his body heat radiating from him with each steady breath he takes, his skin glistening under the soft light illuminating the poolside. His swim trunks ride low on his hips, something that you didn’t pay much attention to before. Once again, your eyes are drawn to the V-line dipping under the waistband of his trunks, his hard bulge forming firmly from under his trunks right where that enticing line ends.
Jackson watches you closely, his gaze intense, as you carefully climb onto the seat, planting your knees on either side of his hips to straddle him the same way he did with you.
A faint groan slips out of him when you settle down on his thighs, his muscles flexing under your weight. A light shudder courses through his body when you wiggle your hips, trying to get comfortable. His gaze darkens as he looks up at you, watching you with anticipation.
With slow, delicate movement, you place the shot glass on his navel, being careful not to let a single drop of it spill down onto his skin. The icy touch of the glass draws a light gasp from his lips; the sensation seems heightened on his heated skin.
Biting back a grin, while hiding how much you are enjoying all these subtle reactions he is giving you, you sprinkle a line of salt on his lower stomach, starting from below his belly button and continue going lower. Your fingers ghost along the waistband of his swim trunks as you complete the trail, your touch barely skimming the fabric, yet it still draws the clench of his jaw as Jackson struggles to remain still. You can hear the quickening of his breath, while his abs flex under your touch.
Without looking away from him, you open your palm towards Yugyeom, who immediately hands you a piece of lime wedge, and you bring it to Jackson’s lips.
“Open up,” you gently command him. You try to keep your tone light, but your voice betrays you, as it comes out breathy and husky, giving away the swirling heat rising in your chest.
Jackson obediently follows your order and parts his lips, allowing you to place the lime wedge between his teeth. With a small grin, Jackson sneaks a chance to move his tongue, licking the tip of your finger before biting around the lime wedge.
“Bad boy,” you whisper to him in mock anger, which earns his playful wink. “Ready?”
He makes a sound to answer and nods, giving you the cue to start. Planting your palms on the cushions beside him, you scoot back a little and take a deep breath before dipping your head. You pause when your face hovers over the tent forming on his swim trunks, your lips a mere inch away from it, when you look up to see him watching you with his molten gaze, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waits for your next move.
Darting your tongue out, you make a deliberate show of slowly licking the salt trail up his skin. With a hum, you savour the feel of his smooth skin on your tongue and the way the salt dissolves in your mouth. Jackson’s muscles tense under the slow drag of your tongue, a low, strained groan rumbles through him, and you can feel it vibrating all the way to your body as you continue licking your way up, causing the sparks of heat to ignite inside you again.
You finally reach the shot glass and mirror his move from earlier as you wrap your lips around the rim of the glass and tilt your head back, downing the shot in one swift motion. The tequila burns a fiery path down your throat before it settles down with the ember rising all over your body, and the sweetness you tasted earlier from the liquor seems to have sharpened further.
As you drop the shot glass to the side, you run your gaze up the length of his body. The height difference you see between your bodies makes you pause, and you realize that it will require you to crawl up his body to get to the lime. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself before you start making your way up until you are straddling his lean waist. Bracing your hands on either side of his head, you slowly bend down on him. You lower your mouth on his, intending to grab the lime with your teeth, but it turns out that Jackson has a different plan.
His head comes up to eliminate the distance, and your lips connect with his in a searing kiss. The tart lime juice bursts into your mouth, mingling together with the mixture of salt, tequila, and every part of what is his as your tongues tangle together. It takes a few seconds for you to get over the shock and realize what is happening. But instead of pulling away, you melt into the kiss and mould your lips harder against his.
Noticing your reaction, Jackson lets out a pleased hum before his hands come up to grab your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he moves you down onto his lap, pressing your heated center against the noticeable hardness that has formed more solidly beneath his swim trunks.
It feels scandalous to be in this position. All while being in the open, with your mouths entangled with one another, but you welcome the sparks of pleasure that surge through your body and begin pressing your hips back down on him.
Moaning into his mouth, you allow yourself to get lost in the intensity of his moment, the indecent pleasure shooting straight into your core and throwing all common sense out the window.
When you finally break apart, you are completely breathless, your head dizzy with the intense need for more. You know that you should put a stop to this right here, to push away from him before you gain audience from whoever still remains around the pool, but you simply cannot resist the pull that keeps drawing you back to him.
You feel no rush to pull away after the kiss. Your mouth still ghosts over his, only giving enough distance for him to spit out what was left of the lime before you feel the featherlight touch of his lips reaching up to chase you again. His grip on your waist remains a steady presence, keeping you nestled over his bulge.
“That was a good one, wasn’t it?” Jackson whispers against your lips, his warm breath making you tingle right where he’d just kissed you.
“I—” You let out a sigh, still unable to think clearly, your mind in a bit of a haze after downing the shot and the kiss that followed.
“Damn, now I’m regretting not joining the game,” Yugyeom lets out a low chuckle from the side, his voice breaking you out of your bubble. With a gasp, you turn to look over your shoulder, noticing him still sitting on the edge of the loveseat with his hooded eyes locked on you.
You have, once again, completely forgotten that he was still there.
While you feel like you have been doused by a bucket of iced water, you notice that his gaze has grown darker, and he is sitting in a way that you won’t be able to see how much he has been affected by the show that you and Jackson have put on with your dare. Realizing that you have an audience the entire time, your face burns with dread and embarrassment, while your body reacts differently; the heat circulating in your core only heightens with something akin to excitement.
You try to push yourself up, not wanting to give him another show, but Jackson’s hold on you remains firm, refusing to let go. Looking back at your partner, you realize too late how compromising this position truly is. Not only are you pressing your covered heat right over his hardness, but you are also giving Jackson the perfect view of your breasts right in front of his eyes. But Jackson has his eyes on Yugyeom, his eyes sharp even though his voice is deep and hoarse when he teases his best friend and says, “If you want a part of the game, you might want to wait for your turn.”
Yugyeom laughs. “Nah, bro. I’ll let you two continue the game while I cool off or something,” he says, stopping himself just as his eyes start drifting back to where you are connected with Jackson. He clears his throat and slowly rises from his seat while subtly fixing his swim trunks that look a bit tighter than they did before.
Noticing your eyes on him, Yugyeom throws you a teasing wink. “Don’t go too wild when I’m not around, you two,” he chuckles loudly, before he runs off and jumps into the outdoor hot tub, joining Bambam, who is still enjoying himself, completely oblivious to what was happening nearby. Once he jumps in, Yugyeom is immediately welcomed by the two girls who have been clinging to Bambam, and he wastes no time pulling one of them to his side as he settles in the hot water.
A gentle brush on your waist draws your attention back to your partner, who is now looking at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “How about one last game while we’re still here?” Jackson asks you, almost like a challenge. He drags his fingers up your torso, and for some reason, his gentle touch feels soothing, easing you back onto him. While he waits for your answer, he lifts his head up, brushing his lips on yours in a teasing touch, like a promise.
“Come on, baby. You’re not thinking about running away and ending our game just when things are getting good, are you?”
You bite your lips as you struggle to decide what to do. His offer is tempting, yet it feels too risky to fall into it. But as you look into his eyes, the thought of pulling away and running doesn’t even register in your mind. Not after the stolen kiss, and not when you feel a deep want for more.
“Truth or dare?” You find yourself asking him with a whisper before you give any chance for hesitation to come in.
Jackson licks his lips, his eyes drifting down to where your bodies are connected. “Not in the mood to talk right now, baby,” he hums, before dragging his gaze back up to look into your eyes. “Give me a dare.”
Your lips rise to a slow smile. You have various ideas to choose from, knowing that Jackson would accept any kind of challenge the same way he has been doing all night. While you take a moment to consider your options, your body sways, the alcohol hitting straight up to your head that you are losing balance, only that it’s causing your covered heat to brush harder against his bulge, and the sudden need to rise up and then sink down the length of him comes surging through you just as strongly as your need to breathe.
Your heat pulses from your core at the mental image running in your head, and your decision is made.
“I dare you…,” you whisper, and then pause as hesitation sinks in, making you wonder if you are going insane for even considering this. You lick your lips and bend down, choosing to listen to what your body wants instead of listening to your mind when you say to him, “I dare you to keep your voice down and not draw any attention while I’m riding you.”
His eyes flash with a hint of surprise and amusement. He clearly knows what you are planning to do as you sway a little, deliberately brushing your center against him.
Jackson’s grip on you tightens. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”
Hesitation sinks in, yet the dark look in his eyes and the firm hold he keeps on your waist tell you that he welcomes it. Still, you give him a chance to back down when you whisper, “Take it or leave it. You decide.”
His grin widens, and he answers you in a low voice, “Challenge accepted.”
Before you can change your mind, his hands slither down to your hips, his fingers sinking into your skin once more in a possessive grip. Then he lifts his face and his lips reconnect with yours in a kiss that starts slow, before it goes deep, intense, and utterly consuming, stripping away every last bit of your self-control.
“You’re cheating,” you mumble against his lips, which then rise on the corners to a sneaky grin.
“I didn’t realize there were rules,” Jackson murmurs back, “You’re not running away.”
You nibble your lips, noticing that any urge to hide away from him has gone. “I don’t go back from a challenge.”
The relief flashing in his eyes is unmistakable, though he hides it well when he looks at you with a grin on his face, “I wouldn’t have let you even if you tried.”
Your heart flutters, even when it shouldn’t, because you know that he means it. That’s what he has been doing all night, after all, when he kept you close and lured you into playing all these games with him.
“Now, if I remember correctly, you were going to make me moan and yield.”
You bite back a smile and bend down. Your heart is palpitating wildly in your chest as you think about what you are about to do. You cannot believe you are actually doing this, and in such an open space where your and Jackson’s friends are still lingering around. But just as you said, you are not one to back away from a challenge, especially not your own.
“Good memory,” you whisper to him as you press your knees into the cushions and straighten back up, balancing yourself with your hands on his bare chest.
You run your fingers down his torso, feeling the slight flinch of his muscles as he tenses under your touch. His chest rumbles as a small groan escapes him, though barely enough to make a sound. You continue tracing down the lines on his body, and the moment your palms reach his lean waist, you brace yourself with a gentle hold on his body and begin to slowly rock your hips.
His body shudders as you rub your covered heat against him, his head falling back at the sudden rush of pleasure you are giving him. Jackson fights hard for control with gritted teeth, labouring his ragged breath while his mouth falls open, forming the word, “Fuck,” as you continue rocking your hips.
Yet still no sound comes out of him. Nothing that would be enough to make you stop or end the game.
So you keep going, keeping your rocking steady and still subtle enough to not draw too much attention from the other people around you. But while Jackson seems to be holding himself together, your body has grown hot and sensitive after the previous game that you can feel every single sensation rising in your body. Your skin is still simmering and tingling from his touches, that a slight brush across your covered clit is already enough to make you see hints of stars sparkling under your eyelids.
Beneath you, you can feel Jackson struggling. His control is slowly slipping away as you keep rubbing yourself on him. His body is tense, with light tremors coursing through him with every gentle rock of your hips.
Slowly, you can feel something brewing deep inside your core. Your heat throbs, and something inside you coils tightly at the rise of pleasure. The sensation you feel rolling through your body as you feel him pressing at your heat is exhilarating, as if you can erupt any second now as you continue riding his covered length.
You bite your lips, hard enough to almost draw blood, just to hold back a moan. Your focus is split between keeping your voice down to keep the game going, while relishing the waves of pleasure rising from where you are connected to him.
Then, suddenly, the grip he has on your hips loosens, and his hands begin to move, going lower until his palms are spread across your bottom cheeks. His firm grip settles on your tender flesh, and you let out a gasp when he suddenly presses your body down, pulling you further into him, until you feel his cock parting your folds from over your bikini bottom.
You open your eyes to see his grin, finding him looking pleased with himself as he whispers, “The only thing that matters is that I don’t make a noise, right?”
“What—?” You barely have the chance to understand what he is getting at before he suddenly takes over. With his palms pressing down your bottom, his fingers digging into your flesh, he bucks his hips upwards, drawing a hiss out of your lips. “Oh, fuck—”
Sparks of pleasure shoot up like fireworks as he rubs his stiff cock against your covered heat, and your body instinctively follows his guidance, rocking back against him, grinding along his length, returning every thrust he gives you with a rock of your hips. Soon enough, you can feel the telltale of your orgasm coming up strongly. It feels so intense, but you try your best to hold back, refusing to admit defeat.
You were the one who started the dare in the first place, and you need him to yield first.
But Jackson is relentless. There is no stopping him from making you lose control. Your knees buckle, your thighs tremble over his hips, and once you are no longer able to hold yourself up, you let gravity take you down until you are bent over him with your breasts rubbing on his chest.
“Jackson…” You hiss breathlessly, feeling powerless in his hands.
“Sshh…what’s wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?” He asks you with a mocking grin.
“No,” you bite back, which only makes him chuckle.
“Then you better keep your voice down, baby.”
His words seem like a taunt, mocking you for the challenge you gave him. But it also reminds you of why you made such a challenge in the first place, when any sound you make can draw someone’s attention to you, to let them notice what the two of you are doing—dry humping right where all eyes can see. The realization only makes you feel self-aware, and your body becomes even more sensitive, more vulnerable, being so exposed as you are doing something so scandalous while being out in the open.
“Mmmh…” A muffled moan escapes you when he rocks against you, hard. Your new position makes it possible for the tip of his cock to rub violently against your covered clit as you continue to rock back and forth on top of him.
Jackson rocks back a few more times, gritting his teeth hard as he stops himself from making a sound before you do. And then it happens.
Fireworks light up under your eyelids as your orgasm shoots through your body. The sensation you feel is mind-blowing, and your mouth falls open, though no sound comes out of you other than the rough sound of ragged breaths spilling out of your chest.
The next rock of your hips is jerky, unsteady, but it doesn’t seem to matter, because a tremor suddenly rocks through Jackson’s body. Warmth pools at your center, his release soiling his tight swim trunks and spilling out onto his stomach, making a complete mess out of both of you. His breath is unsteady, rough, coupled with the sound of his low groan, but no other sound comes out of him to draw unwanted attention your way.
Content, and utterly exhausted, you fall on his chest. For a moment, everything comes to a complete halt. Except for the soft sounds of your ragged breaths, you hear nothing else but silence. Until you find calmness, and all the sounds coming from around you slowly return.
The humming sound of music coming from the speakers at the open bar, the giggles and laughters from your and Jackson’s friends who are still alert enough to enjoy what still remains from the party, the splashing sounds of water from those who are playing on the pool, and the faint chatters coming from the small group still enjoying themselves in the hot tub nearby.
“I won,” Jackson murmurs tiredly, his voice coming out so low that you can barely hear it over the sound of your blood pulsing in your head.
You push yourself up to look at him. “What?”
Jackson opens his eyes, his gaze still heavy with content and lust when he lazily whispers, “I didn’t scream or moan, so I won.”
Chuckling softly, you plant your face on his bare chest, which is now soaked with his sweat. You listen to his rapid heartbeat that is mirroring yours and smile to yourself. “I think we both won,” you whisper against his skin and close your eyes, savouring this moment while ignoring the slickness growing at your center. The spasms of your climax are receding slowly, while your body hums at the semi-hardness still pressing against your heat.
As the fog of pleasure is slowly fading away, the discomfort you feel from the mess and reality begin to sink in. But Jackson takes your mind away from all of it when he gently wraps his arms around your body, helping you relax against his chest as he lies back into the cushions to rest. “I think you’re right,” he murmurs lazily, a smug grin spreads on his face, “We both won the dare.”
You stay entangled together for a moment longer, relishing the moment, ignoring the rest of the world and everything else still happening all around you.
It won’t be until a bit later when you finally manage to gather your bearings and for Jackson to figure out a way to hide his soiled trunks, and the two of you finally manage to walk away from the outdoor lounge, leaving the dwindling party behind to sneak into his summer house and continue your daring games somewhere with more privacy and away from prying eyes.
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