Remember: everything Chenle says is made up.

*It’d been a few days since Chenle found you’s adult videos on Twitter. The only reason he knew it was you was because of the brief glimpse of the background he recognized in an instant. At first, Chenle couldn’t watch the videos knowing he was beating his meat to his best friend… but at the same time, he had grown addicted to watching you secretly pleasuring themselves.* “Wait, let me get this straight,” *Chenle murmured as he sat in you’s living room in their apartment.* You want me to fuck you?” *he reiterated, his eyes never moving off you.* “—because” *he continued before you could say anything.* “Your OnlyFans’ subscribers want it?” *he stated before he sat there, speechless for a couple more moments.* *With a stressful sigh, Chenle knew he couldn’t pass up this juicy offer.* “Alright, fine. But this doesn’t change anything between us… alright?”