You take a deep breath, cooling your nerves. The last thing you want is to freak out upon seeing one of your favorite streamers open the door, and have them think you're just a lunatic fan. After closing your eyes and placing your trembling hands in your hoodie pockets, you go up to the door and give it a few gentle knocks.
You feel like you've thought about this moment your entire life.
How you would introduce yourself, what jokes you would make, and how you'd leave a good impression on everyone.
And then the door opened.
You felt every thought leave your mind as you take in the sight before you. It was Imane, wearing a cute t-shirt with jeans. Despite her simple outfit, her beauty was even more impressive in real life, and you felt your heart melting as she smiled at you, quickly recognizing you. After a few seconds, she cleared her throat, and you looked down at the ground in embarrassment as you realize you had been staring.
"You must be our new member," Imane calmly grins, seeing the light in your eyes.
"...yeah..." You mutter, still a bit in awe.
She steps aside, and you nearly feel like you're floating as you manage a smile back and step inside.
"Welcome to your new life."
Imane leads you into the living room, where you see the rest of the crew. You look around, taking note of all the faces. You recognize Toast, Lily, Michael, Scarra, and Yvonne. They look up at you simultaneously, and their confused eyes quickly turn into ones of greeting as they recognize you as the winner of their contest. The newest member of Offline TV.
"This is our newest member, everybody!" Imane strikes a cute pose as she makes jazz hands to announce your arrival. You grin shyly, not sure how to respond.
"He's cuter than I expected," Lily offhandedly replies before Michael shoots her a glare. Scarra and Toast immediately go back to looking down at their phones.
Wait, she thinks I'm cute?
Before you can think of a response, Imane grabs you by the hand. Her warm skin soothes you and makes you feel at ease for the first time that day.
"There's so much to do and so little time! I'll show you around and give you a tour of the place!" she cheerfully says, before pulling you away from the group. "And listen," she says, leaning up close to whisper in your ear, "don't be too worried about the rest of them, alright? We had a shoot today and they're all pretty tired. I'm sure they'll warm up to you soon," followed by a wink.
Comforted by her reassuring tone, you let her guide you to a tour around their massive house. When she finally leads you back to the group, it's only Lily and Toast remaining, as the rest have gone to sleep. It was also nearing midnight, so you wanted to catch some shuteye too.
Lily and Toast greet you before a thought visibly strikes Lily: "Wait... where is he gonna sleep tonight? We don't have an extra bed since my old one broke."
"Don't we have this couch?" Toast quips.
"We're not making him sleep on the couch, Toast! Why don't you sleep on the couch and have him sleep in your bed instead?" Lily exclaimed.
"What? Listen, it's not that bad, OK? He can sleep here comfortably." As if making his statements absolute, Toast gets up and walks into his room, shutting the door behind him.
Sighing, Lily pouts, "Toast really needs to learn some better manners. I guess you'll-"
"He can sleep in my bed," Imane nonchalantly chimes in, "I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"Are you sure?" You and Lily both remark at the same time.
"Yeah, why not?"
Lily struggles to respond; "Well... are you sure... I mean... it's not like it's weird or anything... but I just don't know... you know..."
"It's alright, Lily. I trust him."
"Alright. Your call, Poki." Lily, accepting this arrangement, gets up to stagger off to play some more Valorant.
Poki leads you to her room, before giving you a brief rundown of what not to touch and whatnot. You barely pay attention, as your mind is still swirling from the realization that you would be spending the night in Imane's room. Pokimane's room. But you quickly shut out these thoughts.
You can't think about her like that anymore. She's a person, just like you. Just think of her as one.
She waves goodnight, before blowing a kiss and winking. You nod goodnight in tired response, but not before registering the flirtatious nature of her parting. You are exhausted, and barely have the energy to change clothes. But you don't want to get her sheets dirty, so you change into your tank top and briefs before settling under her covers. Her blankets were so warm, and you quickly succumb to the bliss of sleep.
...
You jolt awake, feeling movement around you. You don't move, but you crack your eyes open. You see a figure move into the room, and move towards you. You are about to throw the covers off and scream for help before the presence falls onto the bed next to you. Looking closer, you see that it's... Imane?
What's she doing here?
You carefully pull yourself up, looking at her face. You can tell that she is dead asleep, and her face looks angelic in the brief spot of moonlight breaking through the curtains.
She must have been sleepwalking and walked back to her bedroom. That's probably normal.
As your heart starts to relax, you check the time. 3 AM. Still, many hours to go. You lay back down, feeling the warmth of her body lying next to you. You are about to fall asleep again when you look over once again at Imane and realize something you hadn't seen when in a state of alarm.
She was wearing a pair of booty shorts, showcasing her slender legs in contrast to her dark blankets. She wore a thin tank top, showing the curve of her breasts well. You silently curse yourself as you feel yourself get hard at the sight. You try to go to sleep, but your mind doesn't let you forget the beauty laying next to you.
But I can't masturbate with her in the room! Shit, I guess I'm just gonna have to try to get some sleep.
And eventually, due to your emotional and physical exhaustion, you do.
...
You gently wake up to a pleasant feeling overtaking your body. You look to your right, seeing the curtains letting in the warmth of sunrise. You check the time and it's 6 AM. You're still tired, but you know sunlight always wakes you up. Looking to your left...
Oh fuck.
That good feeling wasn't from the sunlight. It was from you spooning Poki. You didn't know when it happened, but at some point in the night, you started cuddling her. Your cock is practically an inch from her butt, and it was practically twitching to get in. You try to figure out a way to get out of the situation, but your legs are already wrapped next to hers, and her lightly breathing chest lays next to yours. You slowly move your legs away from hers, careful not to jolt her.
As you're about to be free, you rub her leg with yours. She inhales sharply, and you hold your breath, not moving a muscle. She mutters something, and rolls over, landing right on top of you.
She gently settles back into sleep, but now, there's no way you're getting off. Her hand rests... on your cock. You make every effort to not get hard, but it had another mind of its own. As a tent forms in your pants, Imane's hand moves up to the top of it and falls to the bottom. And moves up to the top, and then again to the bottom. She mutters unintelligibly, and you lean forward to hear. You faintly make out the words, "fuck... you're hard... yeah baby..." Combined with the strange motion of her hand, you finally piece together what's happening.
You gently tap her to make sure she's still sleeping, and of course, she is.
How the hell did this happen, and how do I get out of it?
You lay your head back and close your eyes before coming up with an idea.
Hopefully, if she wakes up, she'll realize what she did in her sleep, will get off me, and won't mention it. Genius.
And after a few excruciating minutes of suspension combined with the gentle pleasure of a clothed handjob and the occasional moan, she releases an audible gasp. After an appropriate few seconds, you open your eyes and glance downward. You see Imane, looking completely embarrassed as she wakes up into the realization of what she had been doing. You don't know how to react, and you look to her. But she doesn't move. You stay there in that compromising position for the longest ten seconds of your life before she says the last thing you would've ever thought she would say.
"Did you like it?"
... What?
"... What?"
"Uh... sorry about that. But... did you? Because if you did..."
You stare back at her, completely bewildered by her calmness, seemingly contradicting the flustered expression plastered on her face mere moments earlier. Your emotions become even more nondescript as she looks down at your member and starts to stroke it once again, this time with intention. You can barely think as you make eye contact with her, seeing her smile with a mix of drowsiness, warmth, and lust.
You finally open your mouth to respond, but an extra-long stroke of hers accidentally elicits a moan instead. Your eyes dart open in shock before she starts to giggle.
"So I guess you do like it! Great! I hope you won't mind this, then..."
She quickly grabs the hem of your briefs before pulling them down, setting your rock-hard member free. You can barely believe your senses as you feel her fingers wrap around the base of your penis and balls.
"Wow... I got lucky with you, huh?" She seductively teases.
She looks you dead in the eye as she sticks out her tongue and licks the entire thing, from the base to the tip, before gently kissing the side. Another moan escapes from your lips, but this time, you made no effort to stop it.
You can only stare at this goddess of a woman, who you had only met the night before, pleasuring you in a way you've never experienced. You put your hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to go deeper. She smirks at you, before taking a deep breath and engulfing your entire cock in her mouth. You can feel her struggling to hold it all, but your thoughts are swirling with lust, and you need nothing more than a release.
Her deepthroat is like nothing you've ever experienced. The way her tongue dances around your girth, tickling every sensitive spot in a perfect rhythm, while her hands mechanically and smoothly grip your balls.
After a few more minutes, she pulls up and starts sliding her soft lips up and down the tip, bringing you even closer to orgasm. You want to last longer, but her stunning beauty and perfect technique make it hard to resist. All you can think about now is how badly you want to cum. You feel a warmth spread over your loins, and you tell her you're about to cum.
You expect her to pull out and grab a tissue. But she doesn't.
Did she not hear me?
Worried, you repeat yourself even louder, but she still continues bobbing her head up and down, even more rigorously than before. You can't hold it in anymore, and throwing your head back in ecstasy, you release numerous ropes of your semen deep into her throat. Your curl your fingers tightly around her hair, and she stops moving as she struggles to take it all in.
You instinctively thrust few times into her mouth, getting the last drops out, before gently releasing and taking a breath. But you immediately realize that she never responded when you told her you were going to cum.
Did she not want me to cum? Shit.
But just as soon as these thoughts enter your head, they depart, as you see her smiling face looking up at you once more. Swallowing the last of your seed, she remarks, "Sorry I didn't say anything. I just wanted you to keep going. But I'm glad you care enough to tell me." You nod in relief as she stands up and reties her hair. She enters her bathroom and starts to brush her teeth when a thought comes to your mind.
"What about you?"
"Hm?", she looks back, confused.
"You've done so much for me this morning... can I help you out?" You suggest.
She gently smirks, before playfully responding, "Are you asking if you can get in my pants?"
"NO! I mean... no. I just wanted to..." you respond as your voice trails off, looking down at the ground as you regret not keeping your mouth shut.
She giggles upon seeing how flustered you become.
"I know. You're a real gentleman. But I think it's time I get ready. I have an early morning stream today. Maybe another time."
She quickly adds, "But I can give you this to remember," before walking over to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek that smelled of mint toothpaste. She walks off into her bathroom. The feeling of her lips lingers as you think over what she said.
Oh shit. I have a morning stream too.
In the midst of the new universe you had just entered into, you almost forgot about your real life. You had a stream to start and an audience to entertain.
So you quickly get changed before heading out to grab a quick breakfast and start your stream, putting the thoughts of the euphoric morning behind you.