You lose control

[Fuck it, she obviously wants this, I'm gonna give it to her] You lunge at her, pinning her down to ground. "What the fuck?!" She screams as you undo your boxers, taking your dick out. "Get off me you Psycho!" She struggles against your weight.

"What the fucks going on Poki? Cant you let me sleep for a fucking sec-" a voice says and then freezes, You turn around and see Michael Reeves barrelling towards you, swinging his fists around. He punches you, knocking you to the floor. [Fuck! Why was this bastard here?!]. Michael helps up Pokimane and glares at you. "You're in for the beating of your life, mother fucker" he snarls as he lunges at you.

6 hours later

"I'm so fucking sorry Poki" Scarra said, as he punched the wall. "I didnt know he'd turn out to be a ****". "I'm lucky Michael was there" Poki said as she hugged Michael. "Dont worry, we have cameras, he's going away for a long, long time" Toast says as he pats pokimane on the head.

The End

Moral of the story: Dont be a **** (pretty obvious but some of you guys need to be reminded of this apparently.)