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-”

Oh come on, lighten up, you look cute sleeping, even if half-naked...Your hands would probably look much more erotic covering yourself like that for my viewers. You know they love seeing what I'm up to.

Akumu smirks as you cover yourself up, "I'm in the middle of a tournament match." He takes a moment to check his monitor before continuing, "But since you're awake now, I suppose there's no harm in letting you watch. It might even be kinda fun for you..." His voice trails off suggestively.

"No thanks, I'm fine for now," he says, his focus still on the game. "But go ahead and watch or whatever you want to do." He takes a swig of his energy drink before continuing, "Just try not to be too loud, alright?"

His fingers dance across the keyboard and mouse as he continues playing, occasionally glancing back at you from the corner of his eye. You can tell he's trying not to think about how hot you look in that blanket.

Akumu keeps an eye on you as he plays, occasionally shooting a dirty look at his teammates for distracting him with comments about you. He can feel the heat radiating off of you and it's making it hard to focus. Whenever you wake up, his heart rate spikes in anticipation, wondering how you'll react this time...

Akumu bites his lip, feeling a strange mixture of irritation and arousal as you fall back asleep against him. He can't help but slide a hand up your thigh under the covers, gently caressing your inner thigh. With each stroke, his pulse quickens, his breath coming shorter. His fingers brush against your folds through the fabric of your panties, teasingly close to where he so desperately wants to touch...

"Huh? What?" you mutter in confusion, pretending not to have noticed anything. But the truth is, your heart's racing and your palms are slick with sweat as his fingers dance against your clit through the fabric. You try to regain your composure, telling yourself it's just a dream... but something inside you knows better.

There's no hiding it now, is there? You look almost hungry for more of his touch, those gorgeous eyes burning into him with desire. Akumu decides to push his luck and pulls your panties to the side, exposing you completely. With a smile that promises he won't stop until you're satisfied, he slowly slides one finger inside you, feeling you tighten around him as he finally gives in to his need.

He glances over at his monitor, noticing the increased activity in the chat since you appeared. His heart pounds in his chest as he realizes they can see everything. "Fuck," he murmurs before leaning in to kiss your neck, his free hand cupping your breast through the blanket. "But I'm the one who wants you like this... They can watch if they want."

He continues thrusting his finger in and out of you, curling it up to hit that spot deep inside as his thumb teases your nipple. The friction is driving him wild, and he knows it won't be long before he can't hold back any longer...

He glances at his monitor and lets out a frustrated growl. "Fuck it, I'll get you off and then see if I can salvage this." His fingers dig deeper into your flesh as he palms your breast through the blanket, sucking sharply on your nipple as his other hand continues to pleasure you. You feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm, the waves of pleasure making it hard to concentrate on anything but him touching you in this forbidden way.

"C'mon, User#1762156957333," he whispers in your ear as his other hand slides between your legs, circling your clit with steady pressure, "Let it out for me." He can feel the tension building in every muscle of your body and knows that soon, you'll be screaming his name all over Twitch.

He watches with satisfaction as you writhe in pleasure beneath him, your cries of his name echoing through the room and undoubtedly streaming to thousands of viewers. His fingers slip from between your legs, leaving a trail of wetness behind as he turns his attention back to his game. You'd almost feel abandoned if not for the growing pressure against your backside and the faint brushing of something hot and smooth against your entrance...

"You know," he murmurs into your ear between quick breaths, "Your viewers keep asking about your Instagram handle." He presses forward, teasing you with his erection. "Maybe I should give them what they want..."

His eyes darken as you grind against him, feeling you warm and wet around his cock. "Oh yeah," he pants, "I am." He reaches up to cup your breasts through the thin material of your tank top, rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Give them my username, hm?"

With each thrust of your hips, his erection slides smoothly in and out of you, making him even harder. His free hand grips tightly at your hip, steadying himself as he fights against the growing pressure building inside him. He can feel his climax approaching fast...

"Then be naughty," he growls, his hips bucking into you as he pushes deeper. His cock finally fills you up, stretching your tight channel to its limits. "You're so hot and wet... So fucking perfect..." He cups your breast again, pinching your nipple roughly as his thumb slides across the sensitive bud.

"Come for me," he whispers against your neck before taking your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps inside, demanding entry, and you answer by opening your lips to him. The taste of you on his tongue only serves to heighten his desire, driving him wild as he thrusts faster and harder into your waiting body.

His thrusts become more erratic as he feels the pressure building inside him, his orgasm nearing. "Fuck..." he groans into your mouth, feeling the familiar tightness in his chest signaling that release is imminent. "Gonna cum..." He continues to thrust wildly, slamming deep into you over and over as he tries to hold back, knowing that when he finally lets go, it'll be glorious.

With a strangled cry, his entire body tenses and he comes hard, filling you up with hot seed as his hips buck wildly against you. He pulls out with a loud groan, watching in satisfaction as your pussy twitches around the spent length of his cock before finally collapsing back onto the chair, gasping for air. "Fuck," he whispers, trying to catch his breath as he watches his viewers erupt into che

He laughs softly, shaking his head as he watches the chat explode with comments about their 'live sex show'. "Well," he breathes out, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, "I guess they'll have plenty to talk about now." He glances at you over his shoulder, licking his lips as he takes another swig of his energy drink. "Guess it's back to business."

"You had no idea how much you'd turn me on," he says with a wink, grinning widely at you over his shoulder. "Don't worry about it too much, though. It was... interesting." He takes another swig of his drink and turns back to the screen, resuming his game with a sigh. "Just try not to do that again anytime soon, alright?"

Akumu blushes at the memory, amused by your reaction. He quickly cleans up the evidence of their little tryst before tossing the soiled items into the hamper. "Wow," he mutters under his breath as he turns back to focus on his game, "That was hot." His hands steady a bit, and he resumes streaming with renewed vigor... at least until you come back.

He glances over at you as you enter the room, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well," he says with an awkward laugh, "I suppose that's what you get for letting me film us." He sets his drink down on the nightstand and walks over to where you're sitting on the bed, kneeling beside you.

"Look, I know it was kind of out of nowhere, but... I really enjoyed it," he says softly, reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. "It was hot as hell. And yeah, my viewers are probably gonna be even more obsessed with you now."

He leans in, pressing his lips softly against yours. "No," he whispers, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. "I don't think it's bad at all." His other hand trails up your side, cupping your breast through the thin material of your tank top.

"In fact..." He kisses you deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours as he feels your body respond to his touch. "I think it's pretty fucking hot."

As their lips meet and bodies press together, neither of them can deny the electric current that runs between them, stronger now than ever before. It feels so right... like this is how they were meant to be from the start.

No, I turned it off when you went to take your nap earlier, so we should be all clear now," he assures you with a grin. He watches as you undress for him, his eyes traveling up and down your naked body, appreciating the view. "You're incredible."

Without waiting any longer, Akumu reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing gently before teasing the nipple with his thumb. His free hand slides between your legs, finding you already wet and eager for him.

He laughs softly, his breath warm against your skin as he continues to touch you. "Well," he says playfully, "I guess we can do both at the same time." With one fluid motion, Akumu lifts your hips and aligns himself with you, guiding his hard length into your wet heat.

"There," he whispers as they fit together perfectly. "Cuddling...and kissing..." His hands move to grip your hips firmly, his thumbs brushing against your sensitive flesh as he starts to move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in again.

His chuckle turns into a groan as he feels you clench around him, your muscles gripping tightly and relentlessly. "Well," he pants, "I guess I'll just have to make it better for you then." He starts moving faster now, rocking his hips against yours in time with each thrust.

His free hand cups the side of your face, angling your head up so that he can kiss you deeply as their bodies move together in a frenzy of need and desire. It feels too good not to be shared like this...to let the other see just how much they mean to each other.

Akumu's breath catches as you tremble against him, the tight heat of your pussy clenching and releasing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. He groans into your mouth, feeling his own orgasm building faster now that he knows how much pleasure he's giving you.

His hips snap forward, driving deeper inside you as his release surges through him. Warmth pours from him, filling you up as he moans and kisses you fiercely. The feeling of your body milking him is too good to last, but it's something he knows he could easily get used to.

As the wave passes, leaving them both spent and satisfied, Akumu lays back on the bed with a contented sigh, looking up at the ceiling as you nestle into his side. "Wow," he whispers, "That was...intense." His

"Yeah," you murmur, kissing his chest as your head rests on his shoulder. "But I think it's what we both needed." You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. "I hope you don't mind... everything that happened tonight."

"Mind?" he repeats with a grin, running a finger lazily down your spine. "Not at all." He kisses the top of your head before adding quietly, "In fact, it was kind of hot." His hand moves to stroke your side gently, tracing patterns on your skin as you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

As you chat with your friend, he slowly opens his eyes, taking in the sight of you cuddled up close to him. He reaches down, brushing a strand of hair from your face before giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "So," he says softly, trying to sound casual even though every fiber of his being is focused on you, "What do you want to do today?"

"Sounds good," he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, deeper this time. His hands slide up your back, cupping your shoulders as he holds you close to him. "Maybe we could finish what we started last night...once I've got some breakfast in me." He smiles wickedly, clearly enjoying the idea of playing with fire again today.

The thought of spending another day together sends a shiver down his spine, and he can only hope that this time it ends as satisfyingly as their first night together.

His eyes trail slowly up and down your body as you ask the question, taking in every inch of you. "Actually," he finally says with a grin, "I'd like it even more if you joined me." He stands, offering you a hand to help you up from the bed. "We can stream together later today."

"Maybe because we've been too busy, or..." He trails off with a wink as he takes your hand in his, leading you into the kitchen. "Or maybe...it was just meant to be this way." The thought brings a satisfied smile to his lips as he thinks about how fortunate he is to have found someone like you who not only understands him but completes him too. "Now," he says, opening the fridge, "what do you feel like having for breakfast?"

His eyes flicker over your naked body as you speak, drinking in every curve and line. "Actually," he says, closing the fridge with a quiet snap, "I was hoping I could get you to wear this." He pulls out one of his oversized T-shirts from a hanger on the back of the door, tossing it at you playfully.

"Besides," he adds with a grin as you catch the shirt and start to put it on, "I think I'd enjoy having my scent all over you even more if I didn't have to wash your clothes every time we..." He trails off, blushing slightly at his own boldness.

His chest rumbles with laughter as you press your nose against his skin, inhaling deeply. "Well," he says through a smile, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face, "I guess that's one way to show me you appreciate it." He steps back, giving you room to move as he begins to cook the waffles while they talk and joke about anything and everything.

This feels...right. Like this is how things should be between them. And with each passing moment, he finds himself hoping that this time, when the day ends and the lights go out, it doesn't mean they have to part ways again.

He chuckles as he places the steaming waffles on a plate, handing it to you with a grin. "Glad you're excited," he says, taking a seat across from you at the breakfast bar. "I thought we could eat and then maybe play some video games or something?"

He smiles, watching you eat with obvious delight. Once you've finished (or at least slowed down a bit), he stands up and moves to clean the dishes. "Well then," he says casually as he rinses a plate under the faucet, "what do you feel like playing?"

He smirks at your confession, shaking his head slightly in amusement. "Well, I'm not much of an FPS player myself," he says, referring to Call of Duty. "But I do enjoy Minecraft and The Sims...a lot, actually." He tilts his head thoughtfully, considering the possibilities. "How about this: we play a game of The Sims together? We can even create characters based on us if you want."

The idea makes him feel strangely giddy inside, imagining all the ways they could roleplay and interact in their own little digital world. He turns to look at you hopefully, waiting to see what you think of his suggestion.

His eyes widen as you suggest streaming, and he has to remind himself not to blush in response. "Uh...yeah," he says slowly, trying to keep his voice steady, "I guess we could." He grins widely at you, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement bubbling up inside him. The thought of having all those people watch them play together is both exhilarating and...erotic in a way he can't quite explain.

"So," he continues, clearing his throat to regain his composure, "should we set it up in here or would you prefer my room?"

He thinks about it for a moment before nodding slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Alright then...let's set it up in my room." With that decision made, he leads the way down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The air between them feels charged as they begin to gather their things and prepare for their little game-streaming extravaganza together.

It's going to be a wild ride...and Akumu can't wait to see where it takes them both.

He turns to look at you, his gaze intent as he takes in every detail of your face and form. "Are you sure about this?" He asks softly, voice barely above a whisper. "We're going to be streaming...together." His heart races uncontrollably in anticipation of what might happen.

The thought of sharing such an intimate moment with you both on the internet and off fills him with equal parts terror and exhilaration, but he can already feel himself growing hard at the mere idea of it. He takes a steadying breath before moving forward to help set up the stream.

His heart races even faster at your words and touch, unable to keep a calm demeanor as he focuses on getting everything set up correctly. It's hard enough keeping his mind on the task with you so close, but once they begin...he doesn't know what might happen between them next. The anticipation is driving him crazy in the best possible way.

With a shaking hand, he signs into their Twitch account and starts to create the stream, his eyes never straying far from yours as he does so. Once it's live, he takes a deep breath before turning back to face you, letting out a quiet chuckle. "I guess we should...choose our characters now."

Akumu blushes as well, hearing the chat's speculations about them. He tries not to focus on it too much as he customizes his character, occasionally glancing at you out of the corner of his eye while responding to comments and chats himself. It's...surreal, really, playing a game with someone like you and knowing that thousands of people are watching every move they make.

But despite the initial shock, he finds himself growing more comfortable with it as time goes on. And as he looks at your profile picture by his side in the Sims interface, a strange sense of peace washes over him. This...feels right.

He glances down at you, your legs draped over his lap as he plays. The feel of your skin against him sends shivers up and down his spine, making it hard to concentrate on the game itself. But despite the distraction, something about having you there like this feels...right. Comforting even. And for now, that's enough for him.

It's...difficult for him not to notice the change in your body language when you move your legs off his lap. He fights back a sigh, hoping that he hasn't done something wrong. But even as he tries to focus on the game, his mind keeps drifting back to you and how much he enjoys having you close like this.

His thumb absently brushes against your knee, giving it a reassuring pat before moving higher up your thigh. "You know..." he begins slowly, pausing for a moment as he tries to find the right words, "...we don't have to put on a show if it's making you uncomfortable." He grins sheepishly, hoping that maybe this will make things easier between them again.

The truth is, he wants nothing more than to be honest with you about how he feels. But he's also terrified of losing

It makes him want to be honest with you, but it also scares the shit out of him. "I just meant," he continues, his voice soft and hesitant, "that we could...take some time away from the stream if that's what you need." He turns back to look at your face, searching for any sign of relief or discomfort in your expression.

The thought of not being together anymore feels like a physical ache deep within his chest. But he knows that he can't force you into anything you don't want to do. All he can really hope for is that whatever decision you make, it's the right one for both of you.

His brow furrows in confusion, and he leans forward to cup your chin gently in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I'm not sure where that idea came from," he says honestly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit or doubt. "But it's not true." He brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face before continuing, voice steady despite the rising emotion within him.

"I care about you," he whispers, voice thick with emotion. "More than I ever thought possible...and I want to make things right between us." A tiny shudder runs through his body as he admits the truth aloud. His heart races wildly in his chest, afraid of what might happen now that the words are out there. But at least he knows one thing for certain: He can't stand the thought of losing you too.

The feel of your lips against his sends shockwaves through his system, and he can't help but deepen the kiss, pouring all of his emotion into it. He slides one arm around your waist, drawing you even closer as his tongue sweeps across your mouth, tangling with yours in a possessive dance of desire and need.

His other hand finds its way up your thigh, kneading the soft flesh beneath his palm as he moans lowly into your mouth. The contact sends sparks shooting through his body, making him harder than ever before. With each passing moment, it becomes clearer that there's no going back from this—not now that they've finally found their way to each other again.

When the kiss finally ends, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. They're glazed over with desire, and he can see the reflection of his own passion mirrored in their depth

Heat washes over him as you take his hardness into your mouth, and he can feel himself start to lose control. It feels so good, the way you work him with your lips and tongue, teasing and pleasuring in equal measure. He closes his eyes tightly, arching his back as he thrusts into your mouth, moaning loudly.

"God...yes..." he gasps, unable to keep his hands to himself. One hand finds its way into your hair, gripping it tightly as the other moves lower, cupping your ass and squeezing. "Fuck, you're perfect."

The pleasure that surges through him at your touch is almost too much to bear, but he doesn't want it to end. He thrusts deeper into your mouth, moaning loudly as you stroke and caress him in just the right ways. His other hand fists in the sheet beneath him, digging his nails into the fabric as he tries to maintain some semblance of control.

With a cry that seems to come from deep within his soul, he erupts into your mouth, filling it with his essence. His body trembles violently as wave after wave of release wash over him, leaving him spent and utterly satisfied. Only once the last spurt is out does he find the strength to pull away, collapsing back against the bed with a shuddering gasp.

"Jesus...I've never..." He trails off, still trying to catch his breath as he looks down at

"You're unbelievable..." He whispers hoarsely, unable to look away from your fingers as they stroke yourself so eagerly. "Of course you did a good job." With shaking hands, he reaches up to cup your breast through the fabric of your top, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

His other hand slides down your stomach, stopping only when it meets the damp heat between your legs. He parted your folds with his fingers, watching as you slick them on instinct. "Do you want more?" He breathes the question into your ear, his voice rough and low.

The idea of taking you right here, right now fills him with need unlike anything he's ever felt before. But even as his mind screams for release, another part of him is too cautious to just let go entirely. After everything that's happened today...he wants

He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. "God, yes..." He presses harder, forcing himself deeper inside your heat. Your moan vibrates against his palm, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lose control completely right now.

But even as he gives in to the desire coursing through him, a small voice in the back of his mind continues to whisper that they can't forget why they're here: this isn't just about them and their need for each other. It's about building something real...something lasting. Something that might even be worth fighting for.

His hips begin to move in time with his fingers, lost in the sensation of you wrapping yourself around him. Your moans and gasps fill the air, driving him wild. He presses deeper still, searching for that spot deep inside you that seems to hold all your pleasure. With every stroke, he feels himself losing control more and more.

He can't help but wonder how long it will be before they have to face the consequences of their actions. But for now...for this moment...he wants nothing more than to lose himself in you.

His fingers press deeper, searching for that spot deep inside you as he whispers in your ear. "You're mine...always have been." His voice is raspy with need as he thrusts his fingers harder, taking what he wants without asking permission. "And I belong to you too..." The words barely register before they are drowned out by the sounds of their bodies coming together in a symphony of desire and need.

His other hand grips your hip, holding you steady as his movements become more frantic, fueled by the thought that this could be their last time like this...their last chance to lose themselves completely in each other before reality rears its ugly head once more.

The feel of your warmth around his fingers sends shudders through him, and he moans as you come apart in his arms. His own release is imminent, the need for release building up inside him with every passing second. "Ah...god, I can't hold out much longer..." He pants heavily, trying to focus on anything other than how good this feels.

But it's useless; you're too damn perfect, and he craves you like nothing else in the world. With a groan of surrender, he lets go, letting his body take over as he thrusts hard and deep into your mouth one last time, giving himself up to the overwhelming sensation of release that ripples through him.

The room is silent save for the sound of their laboured breathing and the wet noises they make together as their bodies come back down from the heights of ecstasy. It's

Slowly, he pulls away from your mouth, breathing hard as he looks down at you, still shuddering with the force of his release. Your face is flushed and slick with their combined juices, making him ache even deeper for another taste. But they're not alone; there are people watching them...and that means this isn't quite over yet.

He reaches down to help you sit up, pulling you into his lap as he wipes the wetness from your chin with his thumb. The feel of your soft skin against him is almost more than he can bear. "We should probably get back to the stream..." He trails off, not sure if he actually wants to move anymore.

But it's the right thing to do, and he knows it. With a deep breath, he starts searching for his composure as you take your place by his side on the bed once more.

He chuckles, his warm breath tickling your ear as he does so. "You're not boring at all," he murmurs truthfully. His hand finds its way to your knee, squeezing gently in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture. "And honestly? I think the stream would be a lot less interesting without you." He smiles down at you, his eyes heavy with sleep and desire.

You feel safe in his arms, more comfortable than you ever thought possible. And as you drift off to sleep, he holds you close, content for now just to have you here like this...even if it's only temporary.

He lets out a soft sigh, not bothering to hide the contented smile that plays on his lips as he continues to play. The feel of you curled up against him is almost intoxicating, making it hard to focus on anything else other than holding you close and never letting go. His free hand trails lightly over your back, tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he lost in the sensation of having you so close.

"We should probably head to bed soon," he murmurs softly, not wanting to break the spell between them but knowing that they can't stay up much longer. "It's getting late." His words are laced with reluctance, as if even he knows how much this means for them both...and how difficult it's going to be in the morning when everything changes.

He smiles back, unable to resist the invitation. Slowly but surely, he climbs into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close again. His cheek rests against the top of your head as he breathes in her scent, wanting this moment to last forever. Even though they both know tomorrow will bring a new set of challenges, for now he can pretend that nothing has changed...that they're still together and everything is alright.

With a satisfied sigh, he closes his eyes, relishing the feel of her body pressed against his as they drift off to sleep.