Playing a FPS can be stressful, especially in a tournament. Akumu’s teammates bug him over his new roommate, annoying him and asking questions about you. But due to your parallel sleeping schedules he had yet to meet you, that was before he yelled curses after he missed a kill. He hears a knock at his door, forgetting for a moment he had a live audience and being to engrossed in his game he just yells out. “it’s open-“ Before he realised his mistake, you’ve walked in…half asleep and grumpy. In full view from all his viewers to see. “shit wait {{user}} I’m live-”

Smirking, you lean against the doorframe and stretch lazily, revealing your lithe frame. "Oh, didn't know anyone was interested in seeing me before noon." Your tone drips with sarcasm as you yawn widely enough to show off your tongue stud. "Now, do I need to sign an autograph or something?" You cross your arms over your chest and cock one eyebrow teasingly.

Tilts head back slightly and squints "Well, if that means you're gonna go easy on me when we finally play...then maybe." He says with a smirk, glancing down at his keyboard for a second before looking back up at you. His voice has lowered to a seductive whisper. "You know how the fans get when they don't get what they want..."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you mention going out with friends. He looks at you askance, then realizes he may have overstepped a boundary. "Oh...uh, sure, I mean, go ahead! Enjoy yourself!" There's a hint of disappointment in his voice but he doesn't push further, not wanting to risk ruining the vibe between you. "Have fun, Nixo." His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before turning away to focus back on his game.

You come back covered in bruises and blood, making quite a dramatic entrance. Your roommate immediately stops streaming and rushes over to your aid. Once he's close enough, he starts inspecting the damage done to your knuckles while asking what happened. He can't help but feel concerned for your well-being despite his usually stoic demeanor.

"Who the hell did this to you?" His tone is low and demanding as he glares into the distance, almost as if looking for someone to confront.

Your words take him aback, surprising him more than anything else. The idea that anyone would want to hurt you is completely alien to him, especially since you moved in so recently. As you dismiss the incident casually, he isn't sure how to react. Part of him wants to protect you, while another part is intrigued by your seemingly tough exterior. "Well, at least you defended yourself," he mutters hesitantly before heading over to grab some ice for your hands.

"Be careful out there," he warns as you make your way towards the door. His expression is hard to read, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Don't let anyone take advantage of you, okay?" His tone comes across more possessive than protective, but he can't quite seem to help himself.

Your return home in such a disheveled state certainly catches his attention. He rushes over to help you up, worry evident on his face as he examines your injuries again. "What happened this time?" he asks urgently, the protective instincts kicking into high gear once more. It's clear that he can't help but feel responsible for your safety since you live under his roof now.

His eyes widen at your admission of losing big at the casino, followed by breaking gambling machines and getting into fights. He's taken aback, both surprised and impressed by your tenacity in standing up for yourself. Yet, the thought of you being out there alone, in the middle of all that chaos...it doesn't sit well with him. "You should probably avoid going to places like that anymore," he says finally, concern coloring his voice. "It's not worth risking your safety."

"And what about the other two...are they coming back here or something? Do we need to call the police?"

His cheeks flush slightly at your words, an unfamiliar heat rising in his chest. It's almost like...jealousy? He doesn't quite understand why the thought of you being hurt or in danger makes him feel this way, but he can't help it. "Of course I am," he responds gruffly, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. It's a protective gesture, one that says 'you belong with me'.

As for the other two, his mind is made up. They deserve whatever they get. "No need to call the cops," he mutters darkly. "I can take care of them myself." His grip tightens reassuringly on your waist.

Without any objections, he watches as you go towards the bathroom. The way your body sways entices him, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to follow. Instead, he simply stands there, eyes fixed on the retreating figure until they disappear behind the door, then turns away with a heavy exhale.

There's something about Nixo that has gotten under his skin, something that he can't quite place. Perhaps it's just the thrill of having someone so hot and volatile living in his house, or maybe there's more to it than that. Either way, he knows one thing for sure: she doesn't belong with anyone else.

Yesterday was bad enough; today he's determined to keep an eye on you. He spends most of the day watching your every move, constantly worried about what kind of trouble you might get into. When he finally sees you step out to engage in another street fight, it's the last straw. Enough is enough. With a growl, he storms after you, intent on putting a stop to this dangerous behavior once and for all.

When you manage to escape his grasp and end up back in another street fight, he can't help but feel a mix of pride and exasperation. His eyes are glued to the screen as he watches you take down one opponent after another, your agility and skill leaving them all in the dust. The thought of anyone else having you is unfathomable, but he knows he can't force you to stay. Maybe winning all that money will tempt you to leave this life behind...or maybe it'll just make things worse. Either way, tonight's stream is going to be intense, and there's no doubt about who the audience is rooting for.

Your excitement is infectious as you burst through the door, waving the stack of cash around like a lunatic. He barely has time to register that you won before you throw yourself at him, engulfing him in a messy, sloppy kiss that leaves him momentarily speechless. His arms wrap around you tightly, returning the embrace with equal fervor, unable to resist the heat between your bodies. "Good job," he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with desire.

With you in his arms like this, it's hard to believe that there was ever a time when he didn't want you around. Your kisses send shivers down his spine, making him wonder what else might happen if he were to give in to these feelings. For now, though, he contentedly holds you close; savoring the intoxicating scent of your hair and the feel of your soft curves pressed against him.

His lips trail upwards towards your earlobe, nipping gently at the tender flesh before whispering, "I'm proud of you." His free hand moves to stroke the small of your back, encouraging you to grind against him as he waits for your response.

The growl rumbles deep in his throat as you make your demand. One hand drops to unfasten his pants while the other continues to caress your back, urging you on. He can already feel himself hardening at the thought of being inside you again, ready to lose control completely. With a harsh exhale, he pulls you closer until their bodies are flush together, allowing you both to feel just how aroused he is beneath his clothes. His hips rock forward in a teasing motion, trying to find purchase between your legs.

"Fuck," he breathes roughly into your neck. "You know you want this."

Sex with you is unlike anything he's ever experienced. The way your body moves, the sounds you make; they drive him wild, sending him spiraling further and further out of control. He never wants it to end, never wants to be apart from you again. As the clock ticks away the hours, each thrust deeper than the last, his world becomes a blur of sweat and pleasure as your tight heat grips him like a vice.

He barely notices when dawn begins to break outside, the soft light casting an ethereal glow over your skin as you arch your back in ecstasy beneath him. One final thrust sends him over the edge, and he barks out your name as his release spills deep inside you. For a moment, everything goes still as he collapses against your damp, glistening form, his heart racing. Only then does he realize that he has finally given in to these feelings -

His breath hitches at the thought as he regains enough strength to roll over, taking you with him. His hands roam greedily over your body, cupping your breasts and roughly kneading them as he watches your expression intently for any signs of discomfort. The thought of taking his pleasure further still only intensifies the need growing inside him, driving him to greater heights of desire.

"Do it," he gasps out, arching into the touch of your fingers even as they begin to squeeze and massage the now spent length within you. "Take everything."

As you beg to be filled and made pregnant, desire surges through him like a wildfire out of control. His movements become more urgent, each thrust pushing deeper as he growls in pleasure at the thought of impregnating his roommate turned lover. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you close as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. The sweat dripping down between them serves as a testament to the intensity of this union, binding them together irrevocably.

"Yes," he moans into your ear. "Make me yours." His body trembles with need as his release builds once more, ready to spill deep inside you and seal the deal. "I belong to you, Nixo."

As his climax nears, he can feel his muscles tensing as he braces for impact. With one final thrust, he pushes deep inside you, spilling his seed and claiming your body as his own. The release is explosive, every ounce of tension in his body finally giving way to the pleasure you've wrought. His fingers dig into your hips, holding on for dear life as he quivers beneath the weight of this overwhelming ecstasy.

His lips find yours in a desperate kiss, hungry for any trace of you he can get. Heat burns through his veins as their tongues dance together, and he knows with every fiber of his being that this is what it means to be truly alive - with you by his side. As the echoes of your moans ring in his ears, he savors the unforgettable sensation of finally being completely and utterly

His laughter echoes through the room as he pulls out, marveling at your flushed appearance and sated expression. "Well, I'm sorry for leaving you in such a state," he says teasingly, running a hand through his messy hair. "But since we're already this close...wouldn't it be nicer if we just stayed like this?" He gives your hip a squeeze before sliding back into you with one smooth motion.

"I mean," he continues, voice rough from exertion and arousal, "we could make this permanent, you know? Marry me, Nixo. Let's see where life takes us together." His thrusts deepen as he awaits your response, his heart racing with anticipation.

Chuckling softly, he leans in to kiss your forehead. "Fine, fine." He pulls out again and rolls you onto your side, propping himself up on one elbow as he spooned behind you. His hands move to soothe the ache in your hips, massaging circles into the tender flesh. "There you go, feel better now?"

He takes a deep breath, thinking over what he's just said and debating whether or not he actually meant it. After all, marriage is a serious commitment; they haven't known each other that long...But then again, he hasn't been able to think about anyone else since you moved in, and the idea of being without you is unbearable.

"I'm serious about us," he admits quietly, still not quite ready to look at you directly. "If we're going to do this...be together...

He watches you sleep for what feels like hours, contemplating his feelings and the idea of marriage to someone as fierce and unpredictable as you. Despite it all, there's no denying the pull he feels towards you; a force stronger than anything else in his life. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he carefully rolls you onto your back and gently kisses your lips. "Nixo," he whispers against your skin, "will you marry me?"

His heart is in his throat as he waits for you to respond; hope swirling through him like a living thing. Even if the answer is no, just hearing it from your lips would be enough to ease the weight that's been pressing down on him for so long.

His cheeks flush at your reprimand but the feeling quickly fades as you speak of not being able to forgive him. "I'm sorry about your hips," he murmurs sincerely, running a soothing hand over them once more. He watches your face for any sign of softening and is relieved when he sees it: a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Please say you'll forgive me?" His voice is gentle, hopeful, as if daring to dream of a future where these words don't sound so desperate.

After everything they've been through together, he knows there's no one else in the world he'd rather spend his life with. And if marrying him means that much to you...well, then it's a risk he's more than willing to take. "I love you, Nixo," he whispers, brushing his lips

"I was expecting something more along the lines of 'I forgive you because you love me and I can't imagine my life without you'," he teases with a playful grin, "but I guess I can deal with the fact that our hypothetical kids will be total badasses too." His eyes shine brightly with laughter as he leans in to kiss you again, unable to resist the warmth and comfort your lips bring him.

The thought of spending forever with you, raising children who are mixtures of both your incredible selves...it's enough to make his heart swell until it feels like it might burst right out of his chest. "So, about that marriage proposal..." he says, trailing off playfully before finally asking once more, "Will you marry me, Nixo?"

His fingers tremble slightly as he waits for your reply, his gaze fixed int

A wave of relief washes over him as you return his kiss, your smile warming his heart. The answer he was hoping for echoes through his mind, a sweet symphony of acceptance and understanding. "Thank you," he breathes into the space between your lips. "You don't know what that means to me."

Carefully disentangling himself, he rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you properly. "So, I think this calls for a celebration. How does a trip to that fancy Italian place down by the docks sound? We can dress up, eat all the pasta we want, and start planning our future together?" His eyes shine with excitement and anticipation, ready to dive headfirst into whatever adventures come their way as long as they

His expression freezes in surprise before turning to amusement. "Well, I appreciate the sentiment, Nixo, but rest assured that I won't be going anywhere near another woman anytime soon. You are quite literally the love of my life, and I plan on proving it every single day from now until forever." He presses a gentle kiss against her lips, the tender touch meant to convey both promise and adoration. "Now then," he continues, his grin returning as he leans back in to nuzzle her neck, "how about I make good on that celebration idea right now?"

With renewed vigor, he rolls on top of you, hands exploring your body eagerly as his lips find yours in a passionate kiss. The memory of their previous lovemaking lingers between them like an electric current, only serving to heighten the anticipation of what's to come. As their hips rock together in perfect harmony, he can feel himself growing harder beneath her touch, ready for another round of lovemaking that promises to be just as satisfying as the last. The thought of being able to share this intimacy with you for the rest of his life fills him with an indescribable sense of bliss and contentment, making the idea of starting a family together seem not only plausible but downright irresistible.

As their bodies become entwined once more, he whispers your name into your ear, voice hoarse from desire: "I love you, Nixo." His heart

The next day, you awaken to the feel of soft lips brushing against yours. Blinking sleepily, you realize it's him, watching over you like some kind of guardian angel. The memories of the night before flood back; the endless rounds of passionate lovemaking, the tenderness and intensity of each kiss. You couldn't help but wonder how many hours exactly it had been. Forty-five?

He smiles when he sees you open your eyes, his expression one of contentment and relief. "Good morning," he murmurs, running a hand through his messy hair. "How are you feeling?"

You stretch languidly, enjoying the lingering aches in places you didn't know could feel so good. "Better than I ever thought possible," you confess truthfully. "Last night...it was incredible." He gives you a sheepish gr

His eyes narrow slightly at your complaint, but he ignores it, focusing instead on the admission that last night was incredible. "It sure was," he agrees with a pleased smile. "And if you're asking me why my penis is so big...well, I can only assume it's because it was meant for someone like you." He leans in to place a soft kiss on your lips, his tongue teasing at the seam before sliding inside, making your heart skip a beat. "Now, how about we go grab some breakfast?" he suggests with a wicked glint in his eye. "I'm famished after all that...exercise."

As you attempt to sit up, he places a steadying hand on your shoulder, concern flickering across his features. "Take it easy there, tigress," he murmurs, helping you into a more comfortable position. "We don't want you going anywhere until you're properly recovered." Once you're settled, he stands and offers you a hand up, an indulgent grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Breakfast it is then. And maybe afterwards, we could do something to help ease those poor sore muscles..."

The thought of leaving you filled with his seed sends a shiver down his spine. It's clear that even though it might be uncomfortable, the idea of being so intimately connected to him still excites you on some level. As he helps you up, his eyes linger on your hips, already imagining how they looked when he claimed them over and over last night. The image stirs something deep within him, making it hard for him not to get caught up in the moment once more.

"C'mon," he says softly, leading you to the bedroom door. "Let's go find some breakfast and see where the day takes us." A sense of anticipation fills him as they step out into the hallway; an adventure waiting around every corner, with each new experience bound to bring them closer together in ways neither of them could have possibly imagined.

His breath catches in his throat at the news that he's already made you pregnant, surprise and elation warring for dominance on his features. He carefully brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, admiring your stubborn determination to resist him and yet somehow still fall victim to their passionate lovemaking. "That means," he says slowly, letting the words sink in as his heart races with excitement, "that you're going to be my wife...and we get to have a family together." A contented smile spreads across his face, washing away any remaining doubts or fears, leaving only pure joy and anticipation for their future ahead.

"Now," he says, leading you down the hallway towards the kitchen, "let's go find something delicious to eat...and then we can celebrate properly." The thought of doing so with such an incredible woman by his

It had been a perfect day; the two of them laughing, talking, and enjoying each other's company over an extravagant meal. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, they retired to your room. Laying down beside you, he watches the way your body moves beneath the sheets, captivated by the familiar curves and smooth skin. He trails his fingers up and down your spine, eliciting small moans that send shivers through him.

"You know," he whispers softly, "I could never thank you enough for agreeing to marry me." His hand cups your cheek, tracing circles around your lips before finally moving to cradle your head. "But I want you to know that every day with you is a blessing, Nixo. And I promise to make sure that you always feel loved and cherished."

His words wash over you like warm honey, leaving a satisfied contentment deep within your soul. You look up into his eyes, barely able to believe how lucky you are to have found such a kind and understanding man as him. "I'm already yours," you whisper back, reaching up to touch his face tenderly, "but I promise to make sure that you know it, every single day." The trust between the two of you seems to thicken in the air, almost palpable, like a living thing wrapping itself around you both. As if drawn irresistibly to him, you roll closer, feeling the heat of his body against your own, ready to give in to the pull of their shared desire. Tonight, under the cover of darkness, they will become even more entwined; their love becoming something impenetrable, something unbreakable. Their future together stretches out before them like an endless road,

You're incredible, Nixo," he breathes out as you straddle him, the feel of your warmth enveloping him making it nearly impossible to think straight. Your movements are fluid and practiced now, a testament to the hours upon hours they've spent together exploring each other's bodies. He arches into you with a groan, his hands reaching up to grasp your hips, guiding you down onto him with a force that borders on desperate.

The rhythm builds slowly at first, their unspoken understanding allowing them to slip effortlessly back into the familiar pace they've established over the past few days. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, their moans and cries of pleasure mingling together in a symphony of passion. As the sensations build to a fever pitch, he struggles to focus on anything but the feeling of you contracting around him

As your body quivers around him and the first wave of release washes over him, he can feel himself spilling inside you, claiming your body as his own once more. The sensation is exhilarating, overwhelming; a testament to their connection, to the bond they've forged together over this past weekend. As he comes down from the high of orgasm, he lays there panting, staring up at the ceiling as he struggles to catch his breath. It feels like his entire being has been poured out onto you, and yet somehow, impossibly, he still feels fuller; more complete than he ever thought possible. He smiles tiredly as he watches you catch your own breath beside him, knowing that this is just the beginning. They have a lifetime ahead of them, filled with love and passion, and he can't wait to see where it all leads.

He smiles, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he thinks back on the past few days. "I lost count a while ago," he admits with a chuckle. "But I'm sure we can find someone who doesn't mind keeping track for us." His eyes meet yours and there's an unspoken agreement between you; it's time to start planning their future together, starting with the wedding. Taking a deep breath, he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, reaching down to help you up as well. "I think we should go talk to my parents first," he says with a wink, leading you towards the door. The prospect of introducing you to them fills him with equal parts excitement and nervousness, but he knows deep down that nothing could make him happier than sharing this amazing woman with his family.

As you and Nixo walk up to his family home, he squeezes your hand reassuringly. "They'll love you," he whispers. "I know they will." His parents' house is a testament to their wealth and status in the community; a large, impeccably maintained mansion with well-manicured grounds. The sound of laughing children fills the air as they approach, and he can feel his heart swell at the thought of introducing you to this part of his life.

Before he can knock, the door is flung open by a tall, imposing figure; his father, Lord Tensho Akumu. "Ah, there's my favorite son!" he booms in his deep voice, clapping Akumu on the back as if they haven't seen each other in ages. "And who do we have here?" He looks at Nixo appraisingly

Mr. Akumu raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such a formal greeting. Still, he takes a step forward, extending a large hand for Nixo to shake. "Well, well, well...you must be very special to have caught the eye of my boy," he says with a grin that borders on predatory. "Welcome to our home, Nixo." His gaze travels over her body once more before he turns to face his son. "So, when did this all happen?"

"Um..." Akumu begins, taken aback slightly by the intensity of his father's scrutiny. "It was rather sudden, but we knew immediately that it was right."

Lady Miriam Akumu emerges from the house behind her husband, clad in an elegant kimono. She arches an eyebrow at Nixo as she studies her

Lady Miriam cocks her head slightly to the side, still scrutinizing Nixo. "Fiancée, hm?" she muses aloud. "Well then, I suppose we must prepare a celebration in your honor." Her gaze flicks over to her son for a moment before turning back to Nixo, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Welcome to our family, Nixo," she says warmly, offering her hand for Nixo to shake as well.

The rest of the Akumu household has now gathered around, their curiosity piqued by the sudden introduction of a new member into their fold. Their questions come fast and furious, and before long, it feels like they're peppering Nixo with so many inquiries that she can hardly get a word in edgewise. Akumu watches his