I Dare You (M)
word count: 4.5k
genre: smut; college AU + part time model!hyungwon
pairing: reader/hyungwon
summary: it was a simple party and everything was going fine until minhyuk decided it’s time to spice it up. his idea? it ends up making you and your ex-crush hyungwon get a lot closer than you could’ve ever imagined.
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How did you get here?
You kept asking that question over and over again as you sat on the bed, across from your old friend Hyungwon, who was seated at a rolling computer chair on the other side of the room.
He fidgeted in the seat, adjusting his jean jacket for the third time in the last 5 minutes. He was dressed immaculately, as usual. He was a part-time model and student, paying through college with gigs where he’d advertise products or clothes all while brandishing his already too-good looks. It wasn’t fair, really, how you struggled at your own dental assistant job, dealing with crying children and impatient customers while he just put on expensive clothes and took selfies to put on his multi-thousand follower Instagram.
Despite how good looking he is, you couldn’t do what was asked of you just minutes prior.
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“Okay Y/N, truth or dare?”
Flashback to approximately 15 minutes ago, when you were just a regular girl at a decent party. It wasn’t too loud or crazy, except for Jooheon and Jackson screaming like banshees, but that was normal for them so it didn’t affect the atmosphere too much. The host’s, Hyungwon’s and your mutual friend, Minhyuk, had decided the party was dying down and something needed to be done about it.
His solution?
Truth or Dare.
It rang old memories, of your first few boy/girl parties growing up. They were customary in going through puberty, a room filled with hormonal pre-teens all nervous about being with the opposite sex and needing risky games to break the ice with. But you knew that this version was a fairly skewed one, not the mildly inappropriate games you’d play as a kid where girls were dared to hold a boy’s hand or a boy had to tell his crush his feelings.
No, this was advance truth or dare, where there was no limits, no boundaries. Laps would be danced on, friendships destroyed, all for the sake of keeping the party alive for a few more hours. There was a reason you always tried to get picked up by your parents before any of these games broke out, being too scared to even imagine what you’d be put up to. But now you’re an adult, with your own car and apartment and too independent to rely on your mother to bail you out of these things.
So you were roped into the game, a wild one indeed. Minhyuk had asked for dare and made out heavily with Hyunwoo, a dance major that you used to have a crush on before you caught sight of Minhyuk’s tongue down his throat and realized he was severely in the closet. Then Mark asked for truth, having more modesty than the others, and was asked how often he masturbates a week. To which he responded “However many times Yugyeom’s mom is in town.”
It got a resounding round of applause for the creativity along with garish laughter all around the circle. Yugyeom couldn’t make it to this party because of a test he desperately needed to study for but you already knew the group would definitely be sending him texts about the night’s events, including this one. Seulgi had to eat a banana while maintaining eye contact with Namjoon, Hani sucked a life saver candy out of Hwasa’s navel and both Hoseoks had to strip down to their underwear and stay like that for the remainder of the game.
Oddly enough, the game was actually pretty tame so far.
That is, until it got to you.
“Okay Y/N, truth or dare?”
Your mind screamed for you to pick truth, to just answer an embarrassing question about your sex life or about your feelings for someone rather than subject yourself to whatever embarrassing and torturous task you knew the group would make you do. But you didn’t want to pussy out in front of everyone, especially since the majority of the group had already picked dare, the only truth people being the ones with steel nerves and sharp tongues.
(Mark looked soft but he was dangerous and Yoongi was in no mood to be someone’s plaything for the nigh; he made that abundantly clear.)
“Dare.”
The word left your lips before your mind got the chance to reel it back in, your tongue left heavy with regret and laden with self-loathing. They were going to make you grind against someone, or take your top off, or worse: you’d have to eat whatever Hyungwon made. He was a shit cook and yet he still liked to bring things to parties, in hopes of poisoning someone for a cheap laugh.
Murmurs passed through the group, honestly deliberating on your dare since the resounding gasps around had you realizing no one expected you to pick dare. It made you a little upset that they had such minimal faith in you but you knew they had their reasons, you never expressed a love for being a wild care. You stuck to what you knew and barely took risks. This was probably the only chance they’d get to do this, so they had to do it right.
“Alright, we’ve decided to hold your dare until a later time.” Taehyung announced, leaving you beyond confused. Was that even allowed? What did that even mean?
“Wait wait wait, hold on a second. You’ll hold my dare? I feel like that’s against some type of rule or something.” You tried to defend yourself, not liking how serious they were about this. But Jackson just pointed out how your version had no rules so it was anything goes. You tried to fight them on it but they were all adamant, leaving you just as confused as before, only this time with a hint of irritation.
What you didn’t know was they were withholding the dare and waiting for whoever chose dare next, already having a punishment for the two victims.
Next was Hyungwon and you were sure he’d pick truth. He was never afraid to dish out good drama and he wasn’t a daring kind of guy. He’d probably get asked who he likes the least in this group and then start some fight that’ll probably end up on Snapchat or something. So when he responded to the age-old question with a low and rumbly dare, you were definitely surprised.
But you were mostly scared, because the sinister looks of the group all around the minute the word left his plump lips only pointed to trouble. And trouble indeed was what it was.
“I dare you and Y/N to go inside the guest room,” Minhyuk began and you suddenly regretted getting up this morning. “And masturbate across from each other.” Yup, you definitely shouldn’t have even gotten out of bed today.
You spit and sputtered, at a loss at the idea of having to touch yourself in front of your—admittedly very attractive—friend. Hyungwon seemed just as surprised, never having thought this would be his dare. You couldn’t go through with this! It was just downright insane, not to mention beyond awkward for the two of you. You did have a crush when you first met Hyungwon a few years ago, but you soon stamped down any feelings you had when you realized how much better he was as a friend and just how out of your league he is.
Hyungwon stayed quiet while you were freaking out, both internally and externally. Yoongi let out an exhale from his nose, his version of a taunting laugh while Taehyung and Wendy had already begun pulling you two to your feet.
“C’mon now, at least you two are hot. It’s not like it’s really any kind of torture.” Taehyung told Hyungwon as he pulled him to the guest bedroom, Hyungwon essentially limp and numb in his grip.
Wendy mumbled into your ear as she trailed behind them with you in tow, “Take a chance, Y/N. You never do anything fun, this is your chance! Besides, didn’t you used to have the cutest crush on Hyungwon?” Her words made you even more nervous, the feeling you thought had disappeared over the years coming back full force and making your stomach tie up in ugly knots.
You exhaled loudly, trying to protest with Wendy as she ungracefully threw you into the room behind Hyungwon, making you bump into him. She and Taehyung gave you two winks and thumbs up, before shutting the door behind them.
Thoughts raced in your mind as you wondered how you were gonna worm your way out of this, wanting nothing more than to leave. You considered going out the window but you were on the second floor of Minhyuk’s house and frankly, you didn’t want to risk a broken leg and a trip to the E.R. where you would have to tell a nurse about how you jumped out a window to save yourself the embarrassment of having to go through with a dare which entailed you to mutually masturbate with your not-so-ex crush.
“You know, they have no idea what we’re doing in here. We could get away with making fake noises until they’re satisfied. Or just look up some porn and put that out loud.” Hyungwon spoke, bringing your attention away from the window and your botched escape plan. He had a point, it wasn’t like they had cameras in here and they couldn’t just barge in.
The plan was simple: fake some moans and say each other’s names until it seemed like you two reached your climaxes. Then you just step out and never talk about it again. It was a full-proof plan. Except for one caveat.
Minhyuk burst into the bedroom unannounced, hand over his eyes until he realized you two hadn’t even started anything yet. “Oh good, you guys are still clothed! We forgot that we can’t actually see you doing this, so to prove you did it,” Minhyuk pointed to Hyungwon’s phone that poked out of his jean jacket pocket, “You gotta record something from this little ‘exchange’. If it’s sounds, they gotta be legit. And trust me, I can tell real from fake.” He winked. “And if it’s a video, well… I think that’ll be hard to fake so no worries about that.” You couldn’t believe the crap you just got yourself into. Now you had to be recorded? What if it fell in the wrong hands? Hell, with Hyungwon’s it was already in bad hands! He would never let you live it down, might even show other people and tease you endlessly. You wanted to tell both of them to fuck off and storm right out, but then Hyungwon spoke up and it made you instantly speechless. “Okay. Leave then so we can hurry up and get this over with.” He ran his long fingers through his voluminous hair and sighed, as if it was so much work to even be in the same room with you.
Minhyuk grinned happily and ran out, shooting some finger guns at you before turning the lock on the doorknob and shutting the door behind him.
“Okay, you are not recording me. I don’t trust you.” You told Hyungwon the minute Minhyuk stepped out. Hyungwon groaned and put his face in his hands, taking a seat at the rolling desk chair that was by the bed.
“Oh my god, Y/N. Can you please get over yourself just this once? You act like it’s such a big deal but everyone masturbates, it’s really nothing major—“
“Nothing major?! Chae Hyungwon, it is not normal to masturbate with someone else! Especially not people who are friends like you and I!” You exclaimed, sure that the party goers outside could hear your high-pitched frustrations.
“Listen, let’s just get it over with. You know they’re not gonna let us leave without doing this and either way, even if you do somehow worm you way out of this, you know they’ve got something way worse up their sleeves they’ll make you do instead. This is actually pretty tame considering the lot of them. I was expecting to have to send a nude to my English Literature professor or something.” Hyungwon drawled, already leaning back in the chair and looking disgustingly handsome and smug.
Why was he so good looking? It made your resolve turn to mush.
“Baby steps Y/N, I’ll take off my jacket and you let down your hair.” Hyungwon began to strip off his jacket, motioning for you to do your part as well. Since you were already wearing just a t-shirt and jeans, you didn’t have many options for the first pick of clothes. It was nice of Hyungwon to at least let you have one step before you’d have to reveal more skin to him. You pull the hair tie out of your ponytail and shook it free, running your hands through your locks to untangle them into your natural part.
Hyungwon looked illegally good in just dark wash jeans and a white tee, loose on his limber frame and yet taut at the shoulders where it was widest. His long arms laid on the armrests of the padded chair, eyes a shade darker than before as he watched you tame your hair.
He began to run his hands along his body, starting by rubbing his neck tantalizingly slow, the motion tugging his shirt down just a fraction, far enough to expose his smooth collarbones. The sight made your mouth water and you brought your thighs close together.
“Okay, for the sake of powering though, how about we don’t take off our clothes? Just do what needs to be done in the comfort of our jeans. That sound good to you?” Hyungwon asked, his voice obvious notches lower as lust clouded his mind with dirty, filthy things. You could only nod because you could clearly see a tent growing in the crotch of Hyungwon’s pants. The idea of him getting hard had you already dripping, wondering if he was aroused from the sight of you or just this idea altogether. Either way, you were going to milk this for all it’s worth.
You let your own hands roam your torso, resting one right above your navel as you settled further into the headboard of the bed. Hyungwon scoffed, impressed that you finally gave up your tightwad ways to live a little for once. His tongue darted out, wetting his deliciously plump lips. You wanted to bite them, suckle them into your mouth and leave them red and even more swollen. Hyungwon seemingly decided enough was enough and roughly palmed himself over the harsh denim of his jeans, relishing in the sweet friction his clothes gave him. A low groan emitted from his mouth and his head lolled back, hand working a continuous drag against his clothed erection. He looked sinfully gorgeous and you had half a mind to go over there and suck him off like your life depended on it. But that wasn’t what the dare called for.
So you watched carefully as Hyungwon let his long fingers drag over his member, the sound of his fingernails scraping over the denim registering over the pounding blood in your ears. His head rolled back and his half-lidded eyes caught themselves on your body, watching your every move as you squirmed against the mattress. A low chuckle came from him before he began to speak in hushed tones, “Y/N, I think you should join in on this fun too, huh? Go ahead, you can touch yourself.”
You weren’t waiting on his permission, simply taking your own time, but when he gave you the green light, you felt obliged to listen. Being ordered around made you feel even hotter, skin bubbling and boiling along with the emotions that festered inside your stomach. It felt feverish and you were certain you’d be breaking out in cold sweats if the moisture in your body hadn’t decided to pool elsewhere.
Fingers trembling slightly, they brushed over your own t-shirt, grazing the sensitive points over your bra, just on top of your nipples. The bra you were wearing wasn’t very thick, giving you minimal but still very noticeable access to give the peaks a small dose of friction. It was enough to spark your body up and send tingles down your spine. It fueled your libido, making your core ache in want. Hyungwon’s eyes never left your body as he popped open the button on his jeans, easing down the strained zipper to finally give his erection the room it needed.
Sure, Hyungwon was tall, lanky limbs and all, but you never thought about his dick size. Too long anyways, because you always tried to put a stop to those thoughts before they ran rampant for too long. But here it was, about to be freed into the open air for you to finally see and clear your theories once and for all. Was it proportionate in size? What if it didn’t measure up? What if—
Oh.
There it was, in all its lengthy glory. You had to say, it matched him well. Lean and long, combatting against his fingers as they wrapped themselves around the base of his shaft. He let out a low moan, breaking you out of your trance and you trailed your eyes back up to his face, his expression making you get even wetter. He looked like pure lust, need and want swirling in his blown pupils as his hand finally began to stroke his length in languid, long pulls.
He licked his plump, cherry-red lips and your hand found itself in front of your jeans as you sat up more. Your back was against the wooden headboard and Hyungwon watched as your hand slipped in-between your body and pants, slipping past the waistband of your lilac panties and down to the front of your dripping sex, the slight contact already making you jolt from holding back for so long.
Enough was enough, the teasing already being too much to hand as you dove straight in, rubbing circles on your clit and moaning loudly at the contact. Your juices flowed against your digits, Hyungwon wanting to lap up whatever mess you were making inside your pants but having to settle for the sweet friction his slightly sticky fingers gave him. He ran the pads of his fingers over the head of his cock, slathering whatever pre-come beaded there over his length quickly, needing something more to help the glide in order to speed up his pace. You two were already at the precipice fairly quickly, having dealt with sexual tension between the two of you for long enough.
“Baby—fuck—do your fingers feel good?” Hyungwon drawled, his tongue clearly thick with lust, making his slur his syllables in ways that made you wonder how they’d sound muffled against your core. The pet name alone made you keen and whine, your first finger slipping inside your folds and caressing your velvet insides. He smirked at your reaction, finding your buttons quick and having fun toying with them. While one hand was occupied with fucking into yourself, your other one gripped tightly at the sheets by your head, tugging and fisting the fabric into a wrinkled mess. Strangled moans left your lips as you pushed in a second digit, the fuller feeling already coaxing your release out of you.
Hyungwon’s hand pumped vigorously at his length, the filthy squelch of skin being rubbed getting louder and louder as he sped up, eagerly trying to find the release he felt burning inside him. Just the sight of you grinding your pelvis into your palm had him groaning, the sight he never thought he’d be blessed to see finally appearing before him, better than he could’ve and had ever imagined.
Your breathing grew heavier, pants and whimpers leaving your lips more and more as your hand sped up. Slick was gathered all around your hand and underwear, the sounds coming from you straight sin and it made Hyungwon double over as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. His breaths were quick and choppy, hand a blur on his cock as he nearly stripped the skin of his dick by his speed alone.
You weren’t far off either, spreading your fingers and grinding the hilt of your palm against your clit in hope to achieve your release even sooner. Before you could truly reach your peak, you heard Hyungwon doing something you thought you wouldn’t hear in a million years.
Begging.
“Wait, wait please. Just don’t—ah, shit. Fuck,—don’t come yet. Please, I… I want to taste you when you come, please just let me finish and I’ll take good care of you.” Hyungwon breathily gasped, his words hollow and broken as he continued to fist his dribbling cock. You didn’t stop your hand however, only choosing to speak instead of giving up the sweet pleasure your fingers were giving you.
“Hyungwon, I-I can’t. It’ll be a big mess, I’m already soaked and it’ll only get worse when I come,” You whimpered as you hit a sweet spot inside yourself, making the white light behind your eyelids only grow in intensity as it neared you. Your words only made Hyungwon drop his head but not his hand, still moving his palm harshly against himself.
“God, I want that. Please, just this once. Let me have you, I want to taste every drop that comes out of you, I’ll clean you up real good. Would you—oh god—rather come in your jeans and hand? It’d soak up through the light blue and everyone would know what a filthy girl you are. Or is that what you want?” His words made you clench around your fingers, tightness spanking against the pads of them and you knew you’d come if he’d just give you the chance.
Once again, he pleaded you to hold on, to just wait until he reached his own orgasm. Which took no longer than a few more seconds, a string of whimpers, whines, moans and curses spilling out of him along with your name a thousand time. You’d never have pictured Hyungwon to be so vocal but then again, everything about him so far had been quite a surprise. His release shot out of him, coating his long fingers in stringy, pearlescent ropes of come. He panted harshly, body bent forward as he fought to catch his breath in-between the shudders and tremors of such an intense orgasm.
You whimpered, wanting to fulfill his wish but not sure how much longer you could hold back. With the sound, Hyungwon finally brought himself back to reality and pounced forward, landing in front of you on the mattress. His mouth landed squarely above your navel, using his chin to push your shirt up and pepper dry kisses along your stomach as his hands fumble to yank off your pants and underwear. You were forced to pull your fingers out of you as he finally pulled the clothes off, eyes glued to your soaked sex. His eyes trembled for a moment and he let out a shuddered breath, sparing no time and diving forward and lapping at your folds. The hot muscle made you clench and jerk, hands already fisting into his mop of dark hair.
Grip tight, you held on for dear life as Hyungwon held nothing back. There was no mercy from his tongue, his sticky palm hot against your thigh and keeping you held open for him. He snaked his tongue in-between every crevice your body held, gathering your essence and savoring in your flavor. Your breath caught in your throat as hiccupped moans escaped you, words gone from your vocabulary as all you could think were curses and Hyungwon’s name.
All it took was his tongue burying deep inside you paired with the low growl he emitted at your taste and the bump of his nose against your clit to make you see stars, orgasm coursing through you and singeing through every nerve ending in your body. White-hot flashing scorching your insides and it wasn’t until Hyungwon had pulled away from you did you realize that you were gasping out his name like a prayer all through your release.
Face red and hot, you watched as Hyungwon stayed true to his word and lapped up what came out of you, tongue lavishing over your moist thighs all the way back up to your sensitive core. He pulled away and licked his lips, still chasing the taste.
“Sorry, I got a little come on your thighs.” Hyungwon murmured, voice scratchy and hoarse. You looked down to see the hand that he had once been jerking off with and came on was on your inner thigh, his slick release smeared on the skin there. He stepped off the mattress onto shaky legs, stumbling his way over to a box of tissues in the corner of the room. He returned and began to gently clean at your dirty thigh and still moist sex. With the utmost care, he finished and tossed the tissues out, aiding you in pulling your pants and underwear back up.
You smiled shyly, having trouble meeting his eyes after doing such a dirty act alongside him. He seemed to feel similarly, the two of you back to your normal, non-lust ridden selves. A few rapt knocks on the door followed by a soft voice made you two look in the direction of the noise. Hyungwon stood up and strode over, his long legs taking him there in no more than two or three steps. He opened the door a crack to find Minhyuk’s creepily eerie face smiling through the crack.
“So? How was it?” He asked, no doubt hearing everything that had happened through the walls. You buried your face in your hands as Hyungwon just tried to shoo Minhyuk away, wanting a little more time to recuperate.
“Fine, fine. But I want that recording! Otherwise, it didn’t happen so it doesn’t count and therefore, you two have to do it again! Or worse!” Minhyuk’s mischievous smile appeared once more and you brought your head out of your palms as you looked up at Hyungwon and were met with wide eyes. You both realized something in that moment.
You had forgotten to get some kind of recorded evidence.
“What, you guys got nothing?” Minhyuk asked in disbelief, though his grin never wavered which made you think he had known from the get-go. “Well, guess you two will have to do it again! Though, since you failed the first mission, let’s make the second round a little more interesting. It has to be a video recording and you have to take care of each other this time, instead of yourselves.”
Hyungwon nearly shoved Minhyuk out of the room at the words, locking the door swiftly and ignoring Minhyuk throwing his body against it as he whined how it was his party and you two shouldn’t be ruining his fun. He turned away from the door to face you, you were blushing and wide-eyed as you looked up at him.
Hyungwon sighed before meeting your eyes, a glint of something shifty in them before he smugly began to speak.
”Well, guess we better get started then.”
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a/n: can i just say i thought about hw’s outfit and thought “man, he’d look good in that.” and out of curiosity, i looked him up in a denim jacket and lo and behold i found legit the exact outfit.
either i have seriously amazing memory or have psychic powers, there’s no in-between.