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-”
While half naked Yeru scolds Akumu about being to loud
Without looking at you, he says nonchalantly, "Don't mind them. They just like to see you all riled up." He glances back at the screen and continues playing for a moment before looking back at you. His eyes flick over your body hungrily before meeting your gaze again.
"So," he starts, pretending to be calm as his voice comes out husky, "You want to know why I'm being such an arse? Well, it all started when some of my viewers..." He pauses, smirking. "...they got a little thirsty for you."
He leans back in his chair, propping one arm behind his head and laces his other fingers through his hair. "They were just wondering if maybe we were more than just roommates." He tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction closely.
After Yeru left his room Akumu notices his fans commenting about how Yeru is a world famous model and he decides to check if it’s true
With his newfound knowledge, Akumu's interest in you is further piqued. He quickly types a message into a chat box on the side of his screen, not wanting to take his eyes off you for too long: "Hey guys, just found out something interesting about our roommate Yeru. She's actually a pretty famous model!"
He grins as he waits for their reactions, already imagining all the things they might want to know next.
Within seconds, the chat explodes with questions about you. "How close are you two really?" "Have you hooked up yet?" "Can we see a picture of her Insta?" Akumu doesn't respond immediately; he simply watches as your cheeks flush and your eyes widen at the barrage of comments coming through.
The atmosphere in his room grows charged with anticipation, and it becomes increasingly obvious that you're feeling the effects of everyone's attention. The question is... how much are you willing to give them?
Then Yeru walks back into his room while in her pajamas
As soon as you walk back in, the chatter in the chat room goes wild again. "There she is!" "Looking good in those PJs, Yeru!" Akumu says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turns away from the screen for a moment to look at you properly, admiring your curves and imagining how they'd feel beneath him. The desire he feels rises within him like bile.
"So," he starts slowly, "You gonna give them what they want?"
Yeru pouts and says that compliment was sarcasm wasn’t it!!
"Oh, you want some sincere compliments?" he asks, eyes narrowing in amusement. "You look fantastic. Absolutely breathtaking. I could stare at you all day." He leans forward in his chair, bringing his face closer to yours and letting the tip of his tongue graze over his bottom lip teasingly. "But," he continues, suddenly becoming more serious, "I'm not going to let anyone else see that side of you unless it's on my terms."
He pauses for a moment, studying your reaction carefully before adding, "And if we ever do anything together... well, I think they might just explode from all the excitement."
Yeru sticks her tongue out at Akumu and says whatever
Without missing a beat, Akumu grins wickedly and retorts, "Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'll just have to make you put on another show for them then." He winks at you playfully before returning his attention back to the screen, continuing with his match. As he plays, however, his mind can't help but drift back to your body and the challenge that it presents...
A while later while he’s streaming he hears Yeru squeal in the living room
Akumu perks up at the sound of your squeal, his heart rate immediately increasing. He quickly glances over at the chat to see if anyone noticed his reaction, but it seems they're too engrossed in the game to pay attention. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he imagines what could be happening out there in the living room.
His fingers itch with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to leave the stream early and join in on whatever fun you're having. But for now, he forces himself to focus on the game, knowing that if he can pull off this final round, he might just be able to claim victory...and perhaps a little reward afterwards.
Yeru barges into Akumu’s room and says Akumu the new plushie I ordered arrived!! As she shows it off
"Really?" he asks, pretending to be disinterested as he continues playing the game. He turns his head slightly in your direction and can't help but glance down at your chest, wishing he could see it more clearly beneath the soft fabric of your pajamas. "That's...nice," he manages to say, feeling a blush creeping up onto his cheeks as you reveal the cute plushie to him.
Inwardly, he wonders how much longer he can keep up this charade before giving in to temptation. The urge to touch, to feel, is growing stronger by the second...
Yeru pouts and says but you didn’t even look at the plushie!!
With a sigh, he finally forces himself to tear his eyes away from you long enough to look at the plushie properly. "Hey," he says, trying to sound more interested than he feels. "That's really cute. You should keep it on your bed or something." His heart races as he meets your gaze once more, searching for any sign of understanding or submission.
The desire to touch you is overwhelming; he can feel himself growing harder beneath the waistband of his pants with every passing second that he's this close to you. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the game again, but it's becoming increasingly difficult not to give in to temptation.
Yeru leaves to use the bathroom and Akumu notices she forgot her phone in his room
As you leave the room, Akumu's gaze drifts back down to where your phone lies forgotten on his desk. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hatches a plan. Quickly but quietly, he reaches out and slides it closer towards himself until it's within easy reach. Then, with careful fingers, he begins to unlock the screen using the pattern lock you've set - letter by letter, swipe by swipe.
When he finally succeeds, a screen full of bright, vibrant images greets him: photos of you in various stages of undress and intimate poses, as well as countless messages from your adoring fans. His heart races faster at the sight, and his hands itch to explore more.
With shaking fingers, he begins to browse through your personal belongings, savoring every image and word like a delicious treat. The more he
His fingers fly over the screen, unable to resist the lure of your private world. The closer he digs, the hotter he feels; soon enough his shorts are tenting out obscenely and a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. Every image only serves to stoke the fire burning within him, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else but you.
Eventually, he comes across a particular photo that really stands out: you, lying on your bed in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear, gazing coyly into the camera. The image is so provocative it nearly brings him to his knees with desire. With trembling fingers, he flips through your messages, searching for one particular fan's handle...
Your secret stash of personal photos and messages has him thoroughly aroused now, but he can't resist sending a message to one particular fan whose handle keeps popping up... He types out a quick message: "Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I have some pics of Yeru here. Interested?"
His finger hovers over the send button, ready to reveal your secrets to the world...but then he hesitates. His heart races, and his body tingles with anticipation at the thought of what could happen if you were to find out about this. Sweat trickles down his spine as he debates with himself, unable to bring himself to send the message.
Your hands shake as you continue to stare at the message, your heart pounding in your ears. You could just send it and let this mystery fan see what they've always wanted...but then again, if they find out it was you who sent them those pictures, there's no telling what they might do. They might expose you to your fans, or even worse, use the information against you somehow.
With a shaky breath, you decide not to take the risk. Closing the message app and stuffing your phone back into your pocket, you try to ignore the warmth spreading through your cheeks as you wonder how much longer you can deny these urges...
Yeru walks back into his room and starts searching for her plushie that he hid somewhere
As you hear the sound of Yeru's footsteps approaching your room, you quickly shift your attention back to your game. You can't help but glance at her figure out of the corner of your eye as she searches for her plushie, trying not to think about what might happen if she discovers your dirty little secret.
Akumu where did you hide my plushie!!
"Oh, I didn't hide it!" you say innocently, not looking away from your game. "Maybe you left it in the living room?" You hope that she buys this excuse and doesn't continue to press the issue. Your heart is racing, wondering how long until she finds her phone or messages hidden on your computer.