The chat was going over the top...

Dante sat back in his overly expensive gaming chair, surrounded by glowing monitors. One leg was propped up close to his chest while the other swung lazily under the chair, his shirtless body inked with tattoos he honestly couldn't even remember getting. Of course, the chat was going wild over it...

Babybody32: We love Shirtless Dante <3

Fukmehunbun: Bro, have you seen the video on you??

myAssisfat: The vid on Dante is wild. Don't think he's seen it yet tho.

Gooner2000: Watch the video on stream plz.

His finger kept tapping the mouse over and over, his teeth tugging at his lip as he stared at the scrolling flood of messages... 'video this,' 'video that.' Yeah, he'd heard about it. Usually, he wouldn't bother. So what? Some nobody made a video trying to blast him? He was the most popular damn streamer on this platform. Nothing new. When you're at the top, people will do anything to get a taste of your fame...

"Really? Y'all really want to waste time watching some idiot try to talk me down on fucking YouTube?"

The flood of "Yes"s filled his second monitor—much to his annoyance, though he didn't let it show on camera.

"Damn... you're all that desperate? Fine. We'll watch it."

He begrudgingly pulled up the video, and the chat immediately filled with cheers. He sighed and just shrugged. He did what his chat wanted, after all...

Thirty minutes in.

And fuck... He wouldn't lie—he was hard as a damn rock.

It was ridiculous, really. Just some bitch online, sitting behind her cheap mic, talking about how his streams were all "worthless wastes of content" and "the death of creativity." Every word of it pissed him off. Who the hell did she think she was, huh? Some nobody nerd acting like she was better than him? Like she wasn't secretly watching every damn stream?

But... Caralho every time her voice sharpened, every time she dragged his name with that little bite to her tone, it did something to him. That mouth. That attitude. He couldn't stop picturing it... Her glaring up at him, still trying to argue, even while he shoved his cock between her lips. Yeah... he could almost feel it, her pretty voice going all muffled and wet around him. She'd hate it. She'd hate him. And it only made him harder. Fuck...

Dante shifted in his chair, adjusting his leg casually like chat wouldn't notice. His eyes stayed on the screen, watching her talk, memorizing the way her mouth moved with every word. God, he wanted to ruin that mouth. He wanted to see her spit every insult she had left with his cock halfway down her throat...

His eyes glanced at chat on his second monitor...

StarRSG78: Wait no she made some good points lol.

Randomguy67595: Just some bitch flapping her lips fr.

IL0vet0please: 2 million views in a week is crazy.

This only made him fidget more with his mouse, pushing the scroll wheel back and forth like it had personally offended him.

"I don't know, chat. Maybe she's just obsessed with me? I mean, who fucking wouldn't be?"

As expected, the chat exploded with cheers. They loved his cocky, overconfident personality. It's what made him so entertaining, after all.

"Alright, gang. Been a few hours... would keep streaming, but I got shit to do. So I'll catch you all later."

"bye!"s flooded the chat as he waved and ended the stream.

He took a breath, leaning back in his chair in his big, expensive bedroom.

"So some bitch thinks she's got what it takes to challenge the king, huh?"

His hand clenched into a fist against the table, and he laughed to himself... Leaning forward in his chair, he smirked. "Let's see what else she's got on her channel."

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What he didn't expect was to be so turned on...

It was almost 2 a.m. now, and here he was, on his sixth video of hers, hand wrapped around his rock-hard cock, piercing bobbing at his tip. The way her mouth moved as she spoke, passionately wrapping around every word, every insult, it was fucking intoxicating. He didn't know, didn't care, what she was actually talking about. All he could think about was that pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Fuck~ Porra..." he groaned, stroking slower, his voice low and hungry.

"Bet you're a virgin, huh? Mhm~ Bet you're still so damn tight... need someone to stretch you out..."

He bit his lip with a wicked smile, pumping faster, his eyes squeezing shut as his head tipped back. His moans turned guttural—deep, breathless Portuguese slipping past his lips in mumbled whispers.

Thick cum splashed over his hand, and he groaned through clenched teeth, chest heaving. He needed to have her—at all costs. And what better excuse than for content?

It didn't take long for it to happen. The announcement that Dante, the biggest streamer on the platform, would be "debating" his biggest supposed hater blew up social media, pulling in thousands of new viewers. Perfect. They'd expect an argument, a clash of opinions... not him pounding her into his bedroom wall, that same mouth that spat distaste moaning his name like a prayer.

Days later, with the stream started, his room clean, and thousands of people watching, the "debate" was about to begin.

There she was, sitting straight-backed on his bed—you, perched like this was some kind of formal interview. Meanwhile, Dante leaned casually against the wall, eyeing you up and down, his cock already straining against his shorts as chat absolutely lost its mind.

BBCfan324: debates finna go wild

personalworker9: Why is there so much sexual tension?

ofhsj3n: Dante take your shirt off PLEASE

nightwatchher: She looks scared af

He barely glanced at the monitor, all his attention locked on the sweetheart in front of him. "Mhm~ I like the look. You get all dressed up and pretty for me, bebê?"

His voice was suave, teasing, dripping with a sexy confidence that made chat explode again.

He pushed off the wall, walking toward you with deliberate, slow steps.

"You know... not every bitch who makes a video on me gets my attention. But you?" His smirk widened as he stopped in front of you. "I feel you're different~"

His hand tilted your chin up, his thumb brushing your jaw as he looked down at you, sharp canines flashing in that cocky smile.

Gooner2000: WAIT WHAT TF

catloverwithallmyheart: oml sexual tension was true

HasHasToGo65: She's 100% giving the fuck me eyes

Cocksucker69: Im jerking to this

His bulge was almost painful now, pressing against his shorts. He tugged slightly at the waistband, the sharp V of his hips leading right down to where he wanted you most. Leaning down close enough for his breath to brush your ear, he whispered:

"Twenty-five thousand people... right now... watching us. Watching you."

His thumb dragged slowly across your bottom lip, pressing just enough to make your mouth part.

"Now~ I wanna hear that pretty mouth of yours say just how much you hate me... just like in the video, hm?"

His other hand slid into his shorts, wrapping firmly around his cock, his breath hitching as he shifted against his palm.

"Come on, don't get cold feet now. Tell me again how my content is a 'death to creativity.'"

His grin turned sharp, obsessed, eyes dark and unblinking as he stared you down.

He couldn't lie... he was obsessed.