I Double Fucking Dare You (ft. TWICE's Chaeyoung)

“So you’re the photographer.”

You look up from fiddling with your camera into the eyes of TWICE’s Son Chaeyoung, the model for today. She’s already dressed in her outfit for the shoot—Calvin Klein white sports bra and black shorts, paired with CK socks and shoes of the same color as her bra, with a large jacket over her body, left open, and the hood over her blonde locks. She reaches out her hand.

“I’m Chaeyoung, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Youngjin.”

You return the handshake firmly. Chaeyoung’s lips curl up into a small grin, and you return it to her before you place your attention on your camera again. Chaeyoung watches as you make your last minute adjustments, her right shoulder against the wall as she leans against the surface. You look up to her once more, your eyes meeting hers.

“Is there something wrong, Miss Son?”

“Oh, no. Just wondering if you were free right now.”

“Yeah, we have forty minutes before the shoot, what’s up?”

“Could you help me take a few pics for my Instagram?”

——

Chaeyoung leads you round the corner to her dressing room, which is empty. She passes you her phone and directs you to kneel at a spot on the floor. She sits down and begins to pose with the jacket off her shoulders, her stare right into the lens. You move into work mode and begin snapping pictures, occasionally changing locations and poses. You use the couch, the fake wall of a makeshift changing cubicle, and even the tiled walls of the room, either directing Chaeyoung through a few poses or her directing you on the angles she wants.

“Wow, these are really nice! Thanks, Youngjin.”

“No problem, Miss Son.”

“Just Chaeyoung is fine, Youngjin.”

She swipes through the photos one more time, and you prepare to head back. Your camera sits on one of the desks, and when you reach for it, Chaeyoung grabs you by the wrist.

“Youngjin.”

“Yes, Chaeyoung?”

“How about a few more pics?”

You start to retract your hand from your camera when Chaeyoung interrupts.

“Use the camera.”

Hm…?

“I’ll pay you a lot for this one, but you have to keep it secret.”

One glance on your watch shows thirty minutes to the shoot. What does she want?

“What do you want me to do, Chaeyoung?”

“Let’s do a more risque shoot. This is just for me. And you, I guess.”

Hmm, risque? How risque? You wonder what the veteran idol is getting at.

Chaeyoung responds by pulling one strap of her bra off her shoulder. She motions for you to pick up the camera.

“Wait. You still haven’t told me what we’re doing.”

“Thirty minutes, right? Let’s just stay here and take a few photos of me in various states of undress. I’ve always wanted to be a nude model, but in a mix of artsy yet pornographic style. I know it’s not something an idol should be doing, but the artist in me wants to try.”

You hum in contemplation, both as an artist and a hormonal man. It wasn’t every day a woman, let alone one of the most popular idols of this generation, proposes a secret nude photoshoot. While her reasoning wasn’t something unique—you have other friends in the field that’ve done the same thing—you respect the courage to try asking.

“I’ll pay you ten thousand straight. If you do well, there might be more.”

Well, shit. That’s more than enough money for you to nod already, considering who was the one asking.

Chaeyoung has a clear vision in mind, and with her clear instructions, you make quick work of the angles and shots you take. The first shot has Chaeyoung’s bra strap and jacket off her shoulder, a seductive gaze leveled right into the lens. A few more shots later, Chaeyoung’s bra is off, held in her hand as she holds an unlit cigarette in the other, courtesy of you. She glares into the camera with confidence, which both speaks right to your artist’s heart, and shamefully, your horny side. You can’t help but snap a few shots of her torso and the cigarette in frame as well when the opportunity arises—you feel like it had potential.

“I like it, Youngjin. Keep it up.”

Chaeyoung pats you on the back, and you grin. You take the chance to check out her body for a bit when she leans over to monitor the other shots. She looks up at you, and she smirks when your eyes dart up to meet hers. A flash of panic at being caught shoots through your veins, but you try to conceal it.

“Let’s move on.”

Chaeyoung’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you stare as she pushes her shorts off her hips. The now nude idol kicks the clothing aside, and she pulls the jacket off her body to wrap around her forearms and waist, the cloth falling over her plump ass and concealing it from sight. She stands facing a mirror, her hair covering her face, and you take position right behind her, where her reflection lines up with her body, and take the shot. She then takes one arm out of the jacket, and the other side hanging off her shoulder. Chaeyoung turns her head to the left, her side face impassive, and that’s your cue to capture her image. Another shot has her holding the jacket up with one finger to her right, the cigarette between her teeth as she leans against the wall with one foot planted on the wall, the other supporting her weight, all while facing the lens. She ends with a couple of shots of her on the couch with the jacket on but open, sitting in various positions that would surely get the disapproval of many for being “unladylike”. The camera captures every inch of her body, the unblinking eye of the lens burning each and every pixel into memory. This shoot is just as quick as the one earlier.

“Good job, Youngjin. You knew exactly what I wanted.”

Chaeyoung clicks through the many shots you’ve taken throughout the ten minutes that’ve elapsed. She doesn’t move to put on her clothing at all—she lounges on the couch just scrolling through the shots, and then she returns the camera.

“One more thing.

"You’ve impressed me with these shots, as I knew you would. I’ve checked your portfolio, Youngjin, and I knew this is the quality I would get out of it.

"We should discuss the reward part a little more, shouldn’t we? The ten thousand still remains on the table, but I’m going to sweeten the pot for the both of us.

"We have twenty minutes left, and I know you’re attracted to me. We’re alone in a room, one man and one woman, and I’m naked. I think you know what happens.”

Chaeyoung stands up and takes a step towards you. Her body is dangerously close to yours, as are her lips. You can even feel the hot breath that brushes against your own lips when she speaks.

“I’ll let you fuck me right now.”

She continues on right through your shock and arousal.

“I’ve set the camera to video mode. Put it somewhere good and start recording us. I want a copy of it when we’re done, together with all of the photos. You can keep a copy too, so you can jerk off to me whenever you want.

"What do you say, Youngjin? Wanna make a sex tape with TWICE’s Son Chaeyoung?

You must have hesitated for a bit.

"I fucking dare you, Youngjin. I double fucking dare you.”

You can’t say no, and neither would you, now that she’s challenging you. Your eyes dart around the room for a good spot, and you catch it—the desk next to you has a good view of both the couch and the empty space next to it. You rush to set it up, and you turn back to Chaeyoung while tugging your own shirt off. The satisfactory smirk Chaeyoung wears as she watches you undress only grows bigger when she sees your hard cock snap out of your boxers when you take them off. She leads you right in front of the camera, and she smiles at it as she kneels down. She brings her lips to your cock, and you groan when she kisses your wet tip, then takes your length into her warm, wet mouth.

Chaeyoung wastes no time—her tongue teases your tip as she bobs her head along your shaft. Saliva coasts every inch of your shaft as she blows you hard and fast. You know she’s only doing this to prepare you for her pussy—she’s been wet already for the last few shots, and with fifteen minutes left before the shoot, you’re both not left with the luxury of time to have sex at your own pace. You groan with every bob of her head, and you can hear Chaeyoung rubbing herself below as well, the moans of pleasure and wet sounds of masturbation joining your vocalizations of pleasure.

When the idol gets up from your blowjob, her next instructions are softly whispered against your lips again.

“Fuck me, Youngjin.”

It doesn’t take long for Chaeyoung to lead your cock to line up with her pussy. You can feel her juices coat your tip as she leans back against the wall to line you up, and when she nods, you thrust your hard shaft right between her nether lips, and you penetrate Chaeyoung inch by inch. Both you and her moan loudly as the pleasure you draw from each other’s body. When you hilt into Chaeyoung, she hops onto you, her legs locking around your waist into a stand-and-carry position, assisted by the smooth wall behind her.

“Fuck me Youngjin,” she repeats.

“Fuck me and make me cum, and I’ll let you finish inside my pussy.”

Ten minutes remain.

“Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, that’s it Youngjin.”

Chaeyoung’s soft moans of pleasure mesh against your own when you begin to fuck up into her wet cunt. Her warm tight velvety walls grip your cock hard with every thrust, and you can’t help but give in to the streaks of pleasure that it brings you. Chaeyoung’s moans get louder when you kiss her breasts, your lips planting soft peck after soft peck on her petite chest until your tongue swipes over her taut bud. Your lips wrap around it, and you suck on her right breast while you fuck her, her moans increasing in volume at your actions.

“So good, Youngjin, fuck, fuck!”

“Damn it, Chaeyoung, you’re so damn tight, fuck!”

Seven minutes.

“Quick, Youngjin.”

You begin to ramp up the thrusts. With your hands on Chaeyoung’s hips and ass, you hold her steady while you begin to thrust harder and faster. Both yours and Chaeyoung’s moans increase in volume and frequency in time with your thrusts, and the world-famous idol begins to play with her own breasts while fuck into her. Chaeyoung has her eyes closed, her jaw slack as each thrust rocks her body.

“How does it feel, Chaeyoung?”

“So good, so fucking good. How about you, Youngjin, does it feel good fucking an idol?”

“So fucking good, Chaeyoung.”

“Good, good, now fucking make me cum.”

With your instructions delivered, you begin to move to the final act with Chaeyoung. Four minutes left, and you desperately need to cum, as does she. You begin to pound her right where you are in front of the camera, and you crush your lips to Chaeyoung’s in a bid to muffle both yours and her moans. The loud claps and wet sounds of sex echo around the room as you make out with her while pounding her tight pussy, and you can feel your orgasm beginning to approach.

“Oh, fuck, Youngjin, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck I—!!”

Chaeyoung’s words devolve into a broken yet drawn out moan as she shudders within your embrace. Her hips buck harshly as her tight pussy walls quiver around your cock, and the world famous TWICE member cums right on your cock. Chaeyoung gasps and whines as the orgasm takes hold of her, and you keep on fucking her throughout the entire process. Thrust after thrust, you send your cock deep into Chaeyoung’s orgasming cunt while chasing your peak, and it comes mere seconds later as your hips stutter and lose their rhythm.

“Chaeyoung, I—!”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before the first blast of semen fires deep into Chaeyoung’s pussy. You moan with every subsequent shot of thick hot cum into her womb, and you empty your balls deep into Chaeyoung’s needy cunt with every shallow thrust you can make, all until you feel the last droplets of cum spurt into her tight walls.

The rush to switch the camera off and get dressed is crazy, but you’d have it no other way. Both you and Chaeyoung help to find each other’s clothing, and you both manage to get yourselves back to looking semi-professional in the last two minutes before moving out together to the shoot location down the hallway.

Chaeyoung whispers in your ear before both of you move to part and get ready for your individual jobs.

“Get my number from my manager. I’d love to shoot more with you.”

She turns to leave, but she turns back again.

“Maybe next time, we’ll have more time to fuck.”