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“Yeah, that Nanacat guy is kind of a freak,” Donghyuck agrees, jamming on his controller. “Fuck! The button jammed!”
Jisung laughs, watching as Donghyuck’s character gets shot and dies. “Shit! It must be Nanacat doing this! Maybe his witchcraft is actually real! Sorry for doubting you, Nanacat.”
“He must’ve spared me because I called him hot.” Jisung revels in his fully functional controller. “Just check the chat for now.”
Donghyuck looks at the chat, noticing that people are spamming something.
randomguy1738: @lelelove IS SCAMMING PEOPLE
jihyuckfan97347: @lelelove IS PRETENDING TO SELL USED BATH WATER
pyongpyongjiji: @lelelove IS SELLING PEOPLE PANTIES STRAIGHT OFF THE RACK!!!!
“What the fuck?” Donghyuck breaks out into laughter. “Who the hell is that?”
“What are they saying?” Jisung asks, his eyes still glued to the game on the monitor.
“What’s his Twitter?” Donghyuck asks the chat, pulling out his phone. Even more comments start to flood in, so he types in the name, and is brought to the page. “Oh my gosh.”
This guy is the definition of an evil femboy streamer. The pinned post is a masterthread of all of his socials, including a Shopify. Donghyuck won’t check that out right now, because if this Lele person is intriguing enough, he and Jisung can do that on a stream.
“Let me see,” Jisung says as he turns off the game. “What are you looking at?”
“Apparently there's a streamer who’s scamming people that they want us to talk about.” Donghyuck scrolls through his page, looking at the assortment of pictures. Admittedly, this Lele person is cute.
“You think we should cover him?” Jisung asks.
“They’re spamming that we should.” Donghyuck peeks back at the chat, where people are continuing to drag Lele’s name through the mud. Damn, Donghyuck kind of feels bad, but if this guy is a scammer, then he shouldn’t feel so bad.
Donghyuck continues scrolling down his page, kind of enjoying what he’s seeing. Typical streamer femboy content, maid dresses, cat ears, dolphin shorts, but he also gets a bit unique with it on some posts.
“Yo, they’re in the chat calling you a gooner!” Jisung breaks out into laughter, slapping Donghyuck’s arm. “Why have you been scrolling through his page for so long?”
“I’m not scrolling through his page!” Donghyuck quickly exits the page that he was indeed scrolling through.
“So are we covering him?”
“Are we?”
Looks like they are.
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“What’s up guys?” Donghyuck greets as the chat starts to flood with messages. “Tonight we’re finally doing our long awaited stream on Lelelove.”
Donghyuck and Jisung made sure to do some more research on the scamming allegations, and indeed, many people reported getting seemingly unused underwear and normal tap water. Honestly, Donghyuck doesn’t know what type of pervert you have to be to unironically buy someone’s used underwear or bath water, but a scam is a scam he guesses.
Jisung pulls up Lele’s profile, which has been updated a bit since their last visit.
“He’s really living life on easy mode,” Donghyuck sighs as sees a post sharing that Lele has made nearly ten thousand sales in his shop. “Making millions by playing video games while wearing miniskirts and selling used undergarments. Yeah, we make good money, but this guy has to be loaded.”
“I mean, you could do that too,” Jisung comments.
“What? Are you saying I can get on here in a maid costume and make the same amount of money that he does?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Well, Jisung may be right, but it’s not like Donghyuck even wants to…He makes just enough money gaming while wearing sweatpants and t-shirts.
“Ooh, look at this picture.” Donghyuck moves his cursor around a post. It’s a mirror pic, where he has on a Twin Peaks uniform. “Jisung loves red flannel, ooh! Do you like this one?”
Donghyuck knows Jisung like the back of his hand, so it’s no surprise to him when his face indeed goes flushing red.
“Yeah, he is pretty cute…” Jisung starts swooning at the picture, before suddenly snapping back to reality. “But we’re here to talk about his bath water!”
Oh yeah…
“Okay…” Well, Jisung isn’t exactly wrong…it was just an odd way to phrase it… “Let’s go to his Shopify.”
Donghyuck clicks on the link, where they’re met with an interesting assortment of items.
“He has normal merch too. This is interesting.” He scrolls through the merchandise page, where he sells everything from shirts, to hoodies, to socks, masks, and…underwear with his name printed across the crotch? “Chat, should we get these?”
“Wearing a scammer’s name on our dicks?” Jisung looks skeptical.
“Come on man, for the plot,” Donghyuck groans. “Plus, we’re already buying his used underwear, we might as well get some to match.”
“Are you really gonna make us wear those?” Jisung looks so embarrassed, which Donghyuck finds hilarious. At least one of them has shame, but that person isn’t Donghyuck, so he adds two pairs of the boxers to the cart.
“Extra large ‘cause you guys know big papa has to breathe!” Donghyuck holds his hand out for Jisung to slap, but his partner in crime doesn’t.
“You don’t need an extra large,” Jisung scoffs.
The chat starts to explode, to which both of them ignore it.
“Guys chill, Jisung is just one of the bros.” Listen, people say that real people can’t queerbait, but everyday Donghyuck searches for a new way to make it possible, despite the fact that he’s actually gay—the fans just don’t know. Well, they probably know, but just don’t say anything. “Just two guys being dudes, except when he goes down on me.”
“Dude! Gross!”
Donghyuck cackles as he continues to scroll through the merch page. Cheering once he finally comes across the long awaited bath water and worn underwear.
“Okay, let’s see what we have here.” Donghyuck clicks on the underwear listing. “Ooh, there are options.”
“Which ones should we get, chat?” Jisung asks. “He has panties, boxers, boxer briefs, and jockstraps. Damn, he’s versatile.”
“Panties, ‘cause we’re not gay.” Donghyuck says as he adds two orders of a man’s used underwear to his cart. “And one for each of us.”
He then adds two eight ounce bottles of bath water into the cart, giggling all the way through.
“Anything else we should get?” Jisung asks. For the hell of it, Donghyuck adds two shirts and two beanies to the cart, both saying ‘ i ♡ lele’ with even more assorted hearts printed on them, (he also changes the sizes of the underwear, but secretly). Donghyuck just gave a renowned scammer nearly three-hundred dollars of his own money, but he already knows that they’ll make that money back, plus way more. This Lele guy is a trending topic—everyone either loves him or hates him, which means that this stream has already accumulated way more views than the last couple that they’ve had.
They’re lowkey clout chasing off of Lele’s name already, so what’s a bit more.
“Jisung and I are gonna make you guys a bet,” Donghyuck says, leaving Jisung looking like a deer in headlights. Donghyuck betting something usually doesn’t mean anything good. “If you guys can get Lele to respond to us, Jisung and I will kiss on the unboxing stream.”
And before Jisung can respond, Donghyuck ends the stream.
“Dude!” Jisung shouts. “What if he actually does it?”
Donghyuck scoffs, brushing Jisung off. “This dude probably has a bunch of people making videos about him in a day, he won’t respond to us.”
“I hope not…” Jisung groans, putting his face in his hands.
“What! Is kissing me that bad? It can’t be that bad!”
“I don’t wanna find out.”
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“Why are so many people tagging us suddenly?” Donghyuck asks as he checks their official Twitter, where their mentions are in the thousands despite not posting in a couple of days. Jisung scoots over, peeping over his shoulder.
“Go check the verified tab. Maybe someone popular tagged us in their post.”
Donghyuck does just that, and his jaw drops once he sees the notification.
‘@lelelove has mentioned you in their post’
“No way,” Jisung gasps.
“What the fuck?” Donghyuck taps on the post, where they’re met with a video captioned, ‘come pack an ultra special order with me! for @jihyuckgames.’
“What’s up guys! Usually, I only control the personal parts of the order, but because we got such a special order from two special boys, I’ll take care of that today!”
Lele shows himself getting in his car and driving a bit, before arriving at a warehouse.
“So our special customers ordered two extra large ‘Lele’ briefs, since apparently ‘big papa’ needs to breathe.”
Lele winks while folding up two pairs of the underwear, and places them into the box.
“They also ordered two ‘I Love Lele’ hats and beanies.”
Lele walks over to a shelf, and bends over to grab the merchandise.
“Woah—that has to be on purpose,” Donghyuck comments as they get a panty slip.
“Now that we’ve got everything, I’ll take this order home to finish up.”
Lele picks up the box and his phone, exiting the warehouse and going back into his car. There’s another montage of him driving, before he exits the car, bringing them back inside of his house. He brings the camera with him into what looks like his bedroom, and rests the camera on his desk, along with his box.
“Here are two bottles of my bathwater, and for your definitely used panties…”
Lele grabs a plastic bag and rests it on the table. He then reaches under his skirt and pulls down his underwear, careful not to flash the camera.
“Oh. My. Gosh.” Donghyuck feels like he can’t breathe.
He drops the underwear into the bag, before walking off camera, and returning with another pair of seemingly used underwear and placing them in another bag.
“Time to close this baby up!” Lele tapes the box shut. “Jihyuckgames, I hope you guys see this. Make sure to tag them a lot. And if you do see this, make sure to kiss with extra tongue for me!”
“He can’t be serious…” Donghyuck sighs, looking at Jisung with a shocked expression.
“ You can’t be serious!” Jisung screeches. “You told the fans that we’d kiss on stream if he answered! And he answered!”
Donghyuck shrugs sheepishly. “Sorry…”
“Oh god…”
Donghyuck doesn’t even know why Jisung is so hung up! He’s acting like kissing Donghyuck would be the worst thing in the world. If anything, Donghyuck keeps his lips nice and moisturized and smooth—kissing him would be a more than enjoyable experience.
“Whatever, I’ll take care of it.” Donghyuck pats Jisung’s shoulder. Donghyuck considers himself the king of deflection, so he will do what he does best on the stream—deflect.
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“So we got our order.” Donghyuck slams the sparkly blue box onto the desk. “Who’s ready to sniff some gamer boy panties and drink some gamer boy bath water?”
Jisung gives him an horrified look, but that only eggs Donghyuck on to say more.
“I’m excited after seeing Lele’s little panty slip in that video,” he sings as he cuts open the package. “I call dibs on those ones!”
Right on top is the underwear and bottles of alleged ‘bath water’, but they’ll look at those last to build suspense. He digs to the bottom and pulls out the boxers, tossing one pair to Jisung. He stands up and holds the underwear to his hips, modeling them to the camera.
“These look spacious enough to accommodate big papa.” Jisung groans at this—he’s such a hater.
“There’s no big papa,” Jisung insists.
“Listen, Jisung doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Donghyuck smacks Jisung in the face with the boxers. “I’m packing the eight-inch-punisher in here.”
Okay, maybe eight inches is a bit much, but he’s not exactly small.
“Moving on, here’s the shirts.” Donghyuck grabs the shirts, which are just plain blue and pink with cursive writing. “And here are the beanies.”
The chat floods with people saying that they don’t give a fuck about the rest of the merch, and would rather see the panties and bath water.
“You guys are perverts,” Donghyuck mutters, “but here.”
He pulls out the bottles of bath water, and then hands one over to Jisung. “On the count of three, open it up.” One…two…three!”
Both of them unscrew the lids and hold the bottles to their noses.
“Unless he bathes with nothing but plain water, I don’t think that this is used.” Jisung holds the bottle up to the light, as if he’s trying to inspect it for particles.
“Yeah, I don’t think so either.” Donghyuck wasn’t expecting anything different, but damn, he really got scammed out of forty dollars.
“Let’s check the panties next.” Donghyuck grabs the bags, indeed keeping the ones that Lele wore in the video for himself, and handing Jisung the other way.
“Question,” Jisung says as he looks at the underwear. “How do I check if they’re really used?”
And with a straight face, Donghyuck says, “Sniff them.”
Jisung’s face flushes red, and Donghyuck doesn’t really know why, because he knows for a fact that he’s done worse. Maybe it’s because of the public aspect, and it’s already been established that Jisung has shame, while Donghyuck does not.
“Watch and learn from a certified panty-sniffer.” Donghyuck hasn’t ever sniffed panties before—he’s gay as hell and hasn’t been with a guy who preferred to wear them before, but he has a part to play.
He brings the silky blue garment to his nose, taking a whiff of them.
“What do they smell like?” Jisung asks, seeming curious.
Donghyuck comes to the conclusion that even if he hadn’t actually seen Lele take them off, he would know that they’re worn. They do have a natural smell to them—kind of like he sweat in them, but they don’t stink. If anything, they smell good. Kind of like baby powder—must be his lotion.
He shakes his head—of course a guy like Lele would use baby lotion.
This seems to encourage Jisung to sniff his own pair, frowning as he does so. “These don’t smell used.”
Donghyuck gasps. “So Lele sent us one pair of used underwear, and one pair of unused underwear. This means that we were seventy-five percent scammed! Lele, I thought you were better than this! I had faith in you!”
When Donghyuck looks at the chat, everyone is saying that they knew it, and in total just egging them on.
Until one comment brings up that he and Jisung are supposed to kiss, and then the entire chat becomes that. Jisung looks at him with a worried expression, but he doesn’t need to worry, because Donghyuck has it handled.
“Sorry guys, since Lele made us so upset for wasting money, we can’t kiss today.” Donghyuck pouts. “If you guys can find a way to get Lele to join us on stream, then maybe we can kiss.”
And then a name with a checkmark pops up in the chat, catching their attention.
@lelelove: send me a time and date
“Oh, haha,” Donghyuck chuckles, knowing that Jisung is going to freak out once the stream ends. “Saturday at nine?”
@lelelove: i had plans 🙄 but i’ll stream with u losers
@lelelove: and ur perverts for sniffing my panties on stream
@lelelove: glad u enjoyed though.
“You’re a pervert for selling panties,” Donghyuck scoffs. “Whatever, be there or be square, Scam-Le.”
@lelelove: name calling?
@lelelove: very mature
@lelelove: but i’ll be there
The banter continues on a bit longer, egged on by the fans, of course, until they eventually end the stream.
“Why do you keep doing this?” Jisung drops his head in his head.
“Oops.”
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“Tonight we’re just gonna play some Minecraft,” Donghyuck says. “But our guest is late—how rude!”
“Maybe he’s not gonna show.” Jisung shrugs, spawning more pigs. He doesn’t know why he always does that, they just snort and put their faces all in the camera. How useless.
“First, he scams us out of money, next, he scams us out of our time!” Lele is bad, bad, news. Donghyuck can’t get behind a guy like him.
Suddenly, another video appears on screen, revealing Lele. “I’m fucking here. Can’t a guy have technical difficulties? Just send me the server.”
Woah, he’s kind of mean.
“Damn girl, Jisung will DM it to you.”
Lele’s curled up in his gaming chair, clothed in a pair of dolphin shorts and a crop top, of course pulled together by a cat ear headset on top of his head.
“You have a tattoo on your thigh?” Donghyuck asks, squinting at the small, black, ink right under Lele’s asscheek. Jisung slaps him on his arm, looking appalled.
“Why are you staring right there, you look like a perv.” Well it’s not Donghyuck’s fault that it just happens to be there. Of course when he sees random black markings against a bunch of bright colors, that’s where his eyes are gonna deviate!
“What does it say?” Donghyuck ignores Jisung, continuing to squint at the writing. “Chenle? What’s that?”
Lele moans, shaking his head. “Take a guess.”
Donghyuck is utterly shocked. “Guys, is he always this mean? Do your viewers have a degradation kink?”
“Most of them are pervs just like you, so yeah, I speak to them like this.”
Donghyuck chooses to ignore that comment. “Back to the tattoo, what is Chenle?”
Lele groans again. “Say it slowly, and then think about it.”
“Chen…le…” He has a lightbulb moment. “That’s your name?”
“Yup.” Lele nods. “Now what’s the point of this stream? I could’ve been somewhere getting my back blown out, but I chose you two instead. Make it worth my time.”
Donghyuck once again completely ignores what he just said. “So Chenle? Can I call you that?”
“No.”
“Twitch user pyongpyongjiji asked if this is a speed dating stream or an expose stream,” Jisung says. Donghyuck isn’t dumb, he knows that this is Jisung’s way of getting them back on track, but is it a crime to be curious?
“Oh, so you guys wanna expose me?” Lele chuckles, placing his controller to the side. “We’re supposed to play Minecraft while you two expose me?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Donghyuck puts his controller down.
“Let’s just talk normally,” Chenle insists.
“But—”
“If you guys don’t agree I’m getting off the stream.”
Well that wouldn’t be fair to the fans, now would it?
So they close out Minecraft, transforming the stream to just a virtual sit down with Chenle.
“So, the people wanna know,” Donghyuck begins, clearing his throat, “why are you selling used underwear that’s not actually used for forty dollars?”
Chenle rolls his eyes. “Do you really think that I’d sell my actual used underwear and bath water for only forty dollars? The only people who’d fall for that are cheap and stupid. You got lucky, but besides that, I’m not giving away my precious underwear for less than a meal at Benihana.”
Donghyuck and Jisung turn to look at each other, and both of them kind of shrug.
Well, he is kind of right.
“But that’s not the point,” Donghyuck argues. “It’s about ethics. False advertising. What if someone spent their last forty dollars to sniff your used panties?”
He knows that he bombed that argument when Jisung sighs loudly.
“If someone is using their last forty dollars to buy gamer boy panties, then they have bigger things to worry about.”
“But…” Jisung scratches his head. “Why though? How did this idea come about?”
Chenle stands up from his chair and rolls it to the side. “I saw other people doing it so I just decided to hop on the bandwagon.” He then disappears from the frame for a second, before returning with a comically big chair.
“What was the purpose of that?” Donghyuck asks as Chenle curls up on the seat. “It was very disruptive.”
It really wasn’t, but Donghyuck just wants to nitpick.
“Because I wanted to?” Chenle rolls his eyes again.
“Careful, your eyes might get stuck back there.” This guy is so irritating, but he guesses that Jisung doesn’t feel the same, as he smacks Donghyuck’s arm.
“I have a question,” Jisung says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Nerd,” Chenle chuckles. “But ask away. I like you better.”
Jisung kind of giggles at his words, making Donghyuck’s mouth jaw drop in shock.
“The fuck?”
Jisung just goes on to ask his question, ignoring Donghyuck’s words. “I imagine that people have reported your Shopify for false advertisement, so how hasn’t your page been taken down?”
“Because people don’t read the fine print,” Chenle answers. “Look at this.”
Chenle grabs his phone, tapping at the screen before turning it to the screen. “You probably can’t read this, ‘cause it’s backwards, but right here, under the used underwear listing, it says, ‘these underwear have not actually been worn, it is just the name of the product’. And here…” Chenle scrolls to the bath water listing. “Here it says, ‘this is not actual bath water, it is regular sink water.’ ”
No way.
“Read the fine print before you buy shit.” Chenle slams his phone down on his lap. “Boom!”
“But why would you advertise it as bath water and used underwear?” Donghyuck asks, still not getting it. Well, he gets it, but still.
“Because…” Chenle drags out the word. “I can.”
Right.
Chenle shifts around in his chair again, throwing his legs over the armrest and stretching his body out, arching his back.
“Woah, calm down,” Donghyuck says. “This isn’t OnlyFans.”
“That’s rude,” Jisung whispers.
“Says the guy who got on stream talking about his ‘eight-inch punisher.’”
“It’s not the same!” He just talked about his eight inch punisher, not showed it.
Chenle yawns boredly. “Is that all you two had prepared? How boring.”
He’s not wrong, because they don’t really know where to go from here. They weren’t expecting Lele to be so blunt and mean—maybe that’s their own fault for not doing adequate research. The way that Donghyuck imagined it, Lele would be here scrambling to save his reputation. But he clearly doesn’t give a fuck, and Donghyuck thinks that it might just help him get bigger.
“So when are you two gonna kiss?” Chenle asks.
Donghyuck already sees Jisung go all wide eyed from his peripheral vision, but he doesn’t need to worry, Donghyuck’s got this.
“I said that we might kiss, not that we would,” he retorts, which is completely true.
“So you’re calling me a scammer, but you’re also baiting your viewers by saying that you’ll kiss, but then never doing it?”
Oops.
In an attempt to save face, Donghyuck blurts out, “We’ll kiss forsure next time, but only if you come stream with us in person.”
“Dude!” Jisung shouts, which is the loudest that Jisung’s been on stream, besides when he’s raging in a game.
Chenle just stares at them blankly, before nodding. “I’ll do that.”
Oh shit.
“I guess we’re getting off this soon, so can I make an announcement before we go?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Donghyuck can’t even bother to argue any. He’s let his clout chasing tendencies go a bit too far, and now they’re expected to welcome this evil meanie into their home.
“Speaking of OnlyFans, I’m actually opening one up! So if you’re a nasty pervert who wants to see me stick fake, and real, phallic objects in my mouth and up my ass, you should subscribe.” Chenle then chuckles and exits the stream.
Jisung wordlessly ends the stream on their end, finishing another night with his head in his hands.
Whoops.
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“Fit check!” Donghyuck shows off his shirt to the stream. Today is the day that the evil and mean Lelelove will be visiting them, and despite Jisung indeed chewing out Donghyuck for the stupid decision, they decided to make the most of it.
“Pink or blue, which one looks better?” Jisung shows off his pink shirt. The chat fills up with a mixture of answers, but for his own sake, Donghyuck chooses to believe that blue wins.
“What about the beanies? You guys fuck with these?” Donghyuck pulls it down over his face, showing off the design.
“Honestly, this stuff is worth the money,” Jisung admits. “The beanies are silk lined, and the shirts are pure cotton. The underwear feels good too.”
Jisung stands off, showing off the boxers, before Donghyuck abruptly pulls him to sit back down. Listen, Jisung is well endowed down there, which means that his print is very visible through the dark material.
“Jisung! You can’t show off your goodies for free!” Donghyuck exclaims. “Save that for the Onlyfans we’re opening if this stream gets to five-hundred thousand likes.”
“He’s joking!” Jisung immediately shouts. “He’s joking.”
Instead of co–signing Jisung and admitting it was a joke, Donghyuck just winks at the camera.
“We’re waiting for our guest, who’s late once again,” Donghyuck sighs. “Lelelove fans, you need to tell your fave to be punctual. Time is valuable.”
And as if on cue, the doorbell rings.
“That must be him.” Donghyuck races over to the door. Tonight, they’re streaming on their couch—the perfect place for an interview. He takes a deep breath in, to contain his anger of course, before opening the door.
“Chenle!” The streamer looks better in person—not that his appearance is what Donghyuck’s focusing on while they’re in a very public feud.
“I didn’t say that you can call me that.” Chenle tries to walk past Donghyuck, but he swiftly steps in his way.
“Entering without greeting the host?” Bad manners, but he didn’t expect more from Chenle.
“My bad,” he apologizes. “What’s up?”
He supposes that’s good enough, so he allows Chenle to come in. The streamer is at least polite enough to leave his shoes by the door, before heading over to the couch.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” He sits down next to Jisung, holding his hand out to shake. No way he’s being more polite to Jisung than him!
“Nice to meet you too.” Jisung spares a small smile, accepting Chenle’s hand and shaking it. Donghyuck notices how their hands linger in each other’s grasp for a moment too long, both of their gazes resting on their connected hands.
Wow, Chenle’s hands are so small compared to Jisung’s…
But that’s besides the point!
“Ahem,” Donghyuck clears his throat, snapping the two out of whatever was going on just a second before.
“So what do you two have planned tonight?” Chenle asks, curling his legs up onto the couch. “Don’t bore me to death.”
Donghyuck can barely listen to what he’s saying, not that he cares much anyway, but especially now with how Chenle’s already short skirt rolls up his thighs, stopping right under his butt and revealing the tattoo.
He kind of wants to touch it, but he’s not that much of a freak.
“Hello?” When Donghyuck looks up, Chenle’s staring at him with an amused expression.
“Woah, sorry…” Donghyuck mumbles. He can’t believe this—he must stay focused!
“I like your outfits,” Chenle compliments, turning his attention back to Jisung. “For two guys who tried to expose me, you sure do love me.” His finger traces the words on Jisung’s shirt.
“Cost me an arm and a leg, of course we’re gonna wear them.” Donghyuck scoffs, turning his attention to the chat, checking if they have anything interesting to say.
randomguy1738: the sexual tension…
jihyuckfan97347: jisung wants his cookie…
pyongpyongjiji: is this a porn stream?
Alright, so no compelling comments.
“An arm and a leg that you’ve made back already, probably times ten. My name brings buzz.” Chenle sure is cocky, but he isn’t wrong either. Those streams made more money than anything else they’ve posted in the last year.
“What do you wanna talk about?” Donghyuck asks, creatively bankrupt when it comes to topics.
“You invited me here.” Chenle shrugs, finally leaving Jisung’s chest alone. “You figure it out.”
“Tell us your life story—why you started scamming pervy men online.” That’s the best he’s got.
“My life story is a bit much.” A secretive one, huh? “But I’ll tell you how I got here in recent history. I just noticed a lot of horny people in my comments, and I thought, besides an OnlyFans, what’s the easiest way to exploit horny men? They already get to take advantage of my body for free, so how can I profit off of that? And so I came upon used underwear and bath water.”
“Wow, profound…” Jisung says. Chenle smiles back at him, before turning back to Donghyuck.
“You understand now?”
Thing is, Donghyuck always understood, he just had to be the contrarian for the sake of his channel.
“Yeah, I guess,” Donghyuck answers. “Now that you’re opening an OnlyFans, are you gonna continue selling that stuff?”
Chenle shakes his head. “I’ll make way more money that way, so I don’t have to scam anymore.”
“That’s good.”
All three go silent.
“So are you guys finally gonna kiss?” Chenle asks, looking between Donghyuck and Jisung.
Oh shit, he forgot about that.
“Come on!” Chenle pleads. “It’ll feel better than you guys think. And don’t say that you’re not gay, because you guys have both sniffed my underwear and stared at my ass on stream—there’s evidence.”
Donghyuck started this, and he already pushed it off two times. He owes this to the fans.
“Sorry Jisung.” He leans over Chenle and grabs Jisung’s face, catching him off guard. He suddenly stops, getting nervous and almost pulling away, until a hand grabs the back of his head, smashing his lips onto Jisung’s.
Weirdly, kissing Jisung feels nice. His lips are plush and soft, tasting like that mint chapstick he loves to use.
Obviously, doesn’t kiss him for long, moving back once Chenle lets go of his hair.
“Hot.” Donghyuck looks down at Chenle, who’s wearing a mischievous smile on his face.
The energy of the stream changes after that, doing almost an entire one-eighty. Donghyuck and Chenle, who were previously in some serious online beef, get weirdly comfortable with one another. Like when Chenle lies his head down on Jisung’s lap (his head suspiciously close to his dick), and then asks Donghyuck to pull the bottom of his skirt down, making sure that he isn’t flashing the camera. Donghyuck indeed does this for him, his fingers shaking as they grab the blue material, pulling it down so it at least covers the tattoo.
It takes everything in Donghyuck not to steal one squeeze.
Or when Chenle picks a “speck of lint” off of Donghyuck’s boxers. Well, there was actually a piece of lint, but it wasn’t significant enough for Chenle to have to pick it off.
Definitely not enough for him to pinch Donghyuck’s dick the way that he did, making him jump nearly ten feet in the air.
Or when they begin talking about their favorite games to stream, and Chenle decides that he wants to tell Donghyuck a secret.
“Whatever, come and tell me,” Donghyuck says, feigning annoyance.
Chenle crawls over, cupping his hands around Donghyuck’s ear and whispering, “Do you wanna stream on my OnlyFans after this?”
The little minx just laughs as he moves away, but still stares at Donghyuck, expecting an answer.
“Ask Jisung,” is Donghyuck’s answer. So Chenle goes back over to Jisung, whispering the same question in his ear.
He looks over at Donghyuck, wide-eyed.
“So neither of you have an answer?” Chenle scoffs. “Start a poll in the chat. Yes or no.”
Jisung creates the poll, and the chat jumps to an even 50/50. Chenle groans.
“You guys have a minute to break the tie. Come on.”
As they wait for the minute to go by, it’s not Chenle who strikes this time, but Jisung.
“Ah, your sock keeps falling.” His large, yet delicate hands grab the elastic of the sock, dragging it up Chenle’s leg and securing it around his thigh.
It may seem innocent, but Jisung is the type who’s usually afraid to touch. He wouldn’t do something like that unless he was subtly making a move, which Chenle seems to pick up on, smiling at him.
“It’s been a minute,” Donghyuck says. “Let’s check the poll.”
Jisung ends it, and the results come up at 60/40, sixty percent for yes, and forty percent for no.
Looks like all three of them will be making their OnlyFans debut tonight.
“Your fans are calling me a pick me,” Chenle pouts as he reads the chat.
“You kind of are,” Donghyuck jokes, to which Chenle smacks his arm.
“Piece of shit, I shouldn’t have even come here.” Chenle leans into Jisung’s side. “You don’t think I’m a pick me, right?”
Jisung’s words get caught up in his throat, him getting too flustered to even speak.
They need to deal with this, because the sexual tension is obviously becoming too much for them to handle. They can end the stream, it’s been over an hour already.
“See you guys on Monday,” Donghyuck says. “Say bye, guys.”
“Bye!” Both Jisung and Chenle wave to the camera.
“And my first OnlyFans post is coming very soon, check it out if you can!”
Very soon being in like five minutes.
Donghyuck ends the stream, and Chenle immediately sets his phone up, resting it up against the laptop.
“So, how are we supposed to do this?” Donghyuck isn’t an Onlyfans boy—he doesn’t know anything about this!
“Just go with the flow,” Chenle answers. “I didn’t start the stream yet.”
Both Donghyuck and Jisung are still dumbfounded, just staring at Chenle and waiting for him to make the first move.
“Damn, you two are useless. How do your hookups usually go?”
Shit, when was the last time that Donghyuck even got some? The most he did in the past couple of months was kiss Jisung, and that was like forty five minutes ago.
“You guys are so annoying,” Chenle groans. He pulls his skirt up to his waist, and bends over, his backside facing Jisung, and his head resting on Donghyuck’s lap. Admittedly, Donghyuck is a little jealous of Jisung’s view, catching just a small glimpse under Chenle’s skirt before, which revealed another pair of blue, silky, panties—just like the ones sitting on his dresser.
Don’t ask why Donghyuck keeps the panties on his dresser.
“Uh, how far should we go?” Jisung asks. Donghyuck can tell that he’s nervous, but both of them need to lock in.
“As far as you want,” Chenle answers. “Can you start the live?”
Jisung leans over, his shaky hand pressing the start button. The chat immediately starts to flood.
“You haven’t even posted anything yet, how do you have so many subscribers?” Donghyuck stares at the screen, utterly flabbergasted.
“Never underestimate the ability of horny men,” Chenle answers. “Don’t even bother paying attention to the stream, just focus on me.”
Donghyuck was planning on doing that anyway. The idea of watching himself be defiled for thousands to see is kind of nerve wracking. Especially since his eight inch punisher isn’t actually eight inches.
“Okay.” His response comes out a bit choked, which seems to amuse Chenle as he smiles. His fingers grab the waistband of Donghyuck’s boxer, and he begins to drag them down, until his mouth suddenly drops open, a small whine falling from his lips.
Donghyuck’s eyes flutter upwards, where he’s met with the sight of Jisung’s hands gripping Chenle’s hips tightly, causing the pale skin under his fingers to flush red. His hips roll against Chenle’s ass, humping him rhythmically like the dancer he is.
Shit, maybe Donghyuck needs to go back to dance class.
Shit, maybe Donghyuck needs to stop joking around and let Jisung hit for real.
Okay, he can save those thoughts for another time. Right now Jisung is occupied by Chenle’s ass, and Donghyuck needs to occupy Chenle’s mouth with his dick.
“Focus on me,” Donghyuck whispers, grabbing Chenle’s chin and turning his attention back to him.
“Hard when your friend is practically fucking me through our underwear,” Chenle groans, but he still returns his hands to Donghyuck’s underwear, pulling them down and revealing the not-so-eight-inch-punisher. “Not eight inches, but it’s big enough for me.”
Oh, what a relief. Donghyuck wouldn’t be able to handle getting size-shamed on stream in front of Chenle’s fans.
“Oh my–” Donghyuck claps his hand over his mouth, preventing himself from saying anything embarrassing as Chenle’s tongue swirls against the head of his cock. Chenle’s eyes flicker up at him, and Donghyuck feels his face heat up, unable to handle the eye contact. He defaults to looking up at the ceiling, desperate to avoid Chenle’s gaze.
“What, am I ugly or something?” More spit drips from Chenle’s mouth onto his cock, lubing it up as he begins to stroke it.
“No!” Donghyuck immediately responds. “No, you’re not.”
“Then why aren’t you looking at me?” Another loud moan sounds out of Chenle’s mouth—a product of another hard thrust from Jisung. “Hm? You seemed confident before telling me to focus on you. Focus on me.”
Donghyuck sighs, looking back down at Chenle.
“Don’t look away, okay?” Chenle takes Donghyuck’s length in his mouth, and strokes whatever can’t fit.
Chenle was right, even though it’s not eight inches, it seems big enough for him.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck groans, tangling his hand in Chenle’s hair. He prevents himself from rolling his hips up, feeling like Chenle will kill him if he tries to take more than what he’s already giving him. But the feeling of Chenle on his cock is addictive, the warmth of his mouth—how his tongue traces along every vein.
Donghyuck doesn’t think that he’s ever been that attentive while sucking dick.
Fuck it, if Chenle gets mad, he’ll probably look hot anyways. And it’s revenge for shoving Donghyuck’s lips onto Jisung’s earlier—Chenle’s not the only one who can push!
Donghyuck shoves Chenle’s head down, forcing him to take his entire length in his mouth. He gags, but that almost makes it better for Donghyuck.
“You should train that reflex of yours, sweetie,” he says condescendingly, dragging Chenle off of his cock.
“What an asshole.” Chenle glares at him while wiping the excess spit away from his mouth. And Donghyuck expects him to say more, but he just takes his cock back into his mouth, sending him a warning look as he does.
Would Donghyuck be wrong to think that Chenle liked that? He doesn’t think so—he definitely liked it. Of course someone as mean as him would like that.
His eyes trail up, fixating back on the sight of Jisung grinding into Chenle. His dick is fully erect now, poking out in a very imposing manner that the underwear no longer does a good job of hiding.
Shit, Donghyuck could only imagine having that inside of him…
He and Jisung lock eyes, and then he immediately has a moment of clarity, his eyes falling back down to Chenle.
Stupid Chenle, Donghyuck never genuinely thought of fucking stupid, nerd, loser, Jisung before this!
Okay, maybe he has, but that was a long time ago.
“I’m sucking your dick, and instead of looking at me, your eyes are all over the place,” Chenle complains, looking up at him with a kicked puppy expression, all while rubbing Donghyuck’s cock against his cheek. “Do you even want me?”
Donghyuck doesn’t even know who the needy one is anymore, him or Chenle. Or Jisung, because the way he’s humping Chenle reminds him of a dog in heat. He can just imagine if Chenle wasn’t also occupied sucking Donghyuck’s cock, Jisung would be flinging him around like a rag doll.
Kind of hot.
Anyway.
“I want you,” Donghyuck says softly, Chenle’s glossy eyes doing something to him. This has to be some sort of emotional manipulation. “I’m sorry.”
A satisfied smile appears on Chenle’s, momentarily of course, as he swallows Donghyuck’s cock again, this time taking in the whole thing.
“Fuck…” A guttural moan escapes Donghyuck’s throat. “Chenle, please, can I fuck your mouth?”
He probably sounds like a loser begging, but shit, momentary pleasures over the embarrassment he’ll feel for years once his fans get ahold of that audio byte.
Chenle rolls his eyes, an interesting thing to do when your mouth is stuffed full of dick, but he then does something akin to a nod, giving Donghyuck the go ahead. So he tangles his fingers in Chenle’s hair once again, dragging his mouth off of his cock, and then holding his head in place.
Okay, Donghyuck’s got this.
“One…two…three.” He rams his hips upwards, making Chenle swallow him whole. He checks in, making sure that he didn’t knock the wind out of the other streamer, but he looks fine, so Donghyuck takes that as his cue to continue. He finds a rhythm, maybe not as smooth as Jisung’s, but smooth enough to pull him right to the edge, feeling his release approaching.
At the same time, Jisung’s own gruff groans start to get louder, meaning that he must be close. As if it’s some type of one-sided competition of who can cum first, Donghyuck starts thrusting his cock into Chenle’s mouth faster, treating his mouth like it’s nothing more than his personal fleshlight. He sighs in relief as he finally releases into Chenle’s mouth, letting every drop of his cum leak out before releasing his hand from Chenle’s hair.
He looks back up at Jisung, and it’s a little less obvious whether or not he came, but the wet spot on Chenle’s ass does the talking for him.
“Sorry for not asking,” Donghyuck apologizes. It’s a little rude to cum in people’s mouths without asking.
“It’s fine.” Chenle’s voice is raspy. “Can one of you turn off the stream?”
The request seems more aimed at Jisung, as Chenle crawls forward and collapses into Donghyuck’s arms.
“You’re kind of cute like this,” Donghyuck comments, cradling Chenle’s face. “Is this what it takes for you to be nice?”
“If you mean good dick, then yeah.” Chenle looks back at Jisung, who’s handing him his phone. He accepts it, lazily scrolling through the post-live stats. “How much do you guys want?”
The thought of getting paid didn’t even cross Donghyuck’s mind, and judging by the look on Jisung’s face, he didn’t think so either.
“Let’s do a couple more streams, then maybe we can talk about that.”
Chenle looks up at Donghyuck, a genuine smile on his lips, and Donghyuck finds himself smiling back.
What an interesting way for a feud to end.