Pou's Sleepover? (You're not sleeping) Part 2
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Word Count: 1697
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Warnings: Sub! Pou X Dom! Reader Bondage, Gay sex ("I just want to say I am apart of the LGBT community, and this is my best friend Valentina -she's an ally. Talk Valentina!" -> "Ally!") I hope you all know this meme. NOT PROOFREAD
The door closed with a slight thud and you turned around to see Pou. He was standing in the middle of your corridor, eyes jittering all around to see where to place the stuff down.
"You can pass the bags to me." you giggled.
"Oh sorry here." He handed the stuff to you before bending down to take off his shoes, giving you a front row seat to his cute petite ass.
"Damm."
"Pardon?" he whipped his head around to look at you, his eyes widening.
"Oh I just wanted to know what snack you would want. I mean obviously we aren't finishing all this so-" you blurted, throwing all the stuff on the counter and rummaging through the bags.
"Were you looking at my-" he interrupted.
"I'm sure you'll love this brand of chocolate." you took out a random packet and pointed at the packaging while smiling, hoping he would forget what you were doing.
"Um.. That's a packet of crisps."
"Oh really?" you turned the packet around to see 'Walkers cheese and onion' looking back at you. You really weren't paying attention to what you picked, and that ended up exposing you more.
Red crept on your face and you hung your head down in shame, damm you really got caught admiring the ass of your friend's cousin. A soft warmth touched your face, you looked up to see Pou's eyes staring back at you and his hand cupping your face.
"It's okay, let's just find something to watch."
"The remote is on the couch, we have Netflix so you can pick what to watch while I do the snacks, then we can chill." you stated.
He moved slowly to the couch taking away the warmth with him, making the room feel colder. You gathered the stuff in the bowl to form a kind of mountain of diabetes with a sprinkle of high blood pressure, and placed it on the coffee table then joined Pou on the couch. 'The quiet place' flashed on the screen, as you thought it was fitting you switched off the light, making Pou jump a little, and so the movie started.
As time proceeded, Pou inched himself closer to you.
"Why are you getting so close?" you whispered looking at him.
"The snacks are over on your side so..." he whispered back, half of his face was illuminated by the light from the TV.
You glanced at the table and noted the snack bowl was no where near you, in fact from where he was sitting -which was alarmingly close to you- he would have to reach quite a distance to pick up anything in the bowl.
"Just admit you're scared." You teased, poking his chubby cheeks.
Sadness flashed across his face.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Yes." Confusing thoughts entered your head, 'What could he possibly have to say while watching a horror movie?'
"This has been the best birthday I have ever had." He muttered beaming with happiness.
"It's your birthday?"
He nodded.
"Why aren't you with your friends?" You questioned. "I don't have any." He shot back. "You see, practically my family thinks I'm strange, and every year on my birthday they go over board to compensate, so when I heard about this thing going on I wanted to see how it would feel celebrating it someone that isn't my family."
He hung his head down. "That kind of sucks doesn't"
"No. No. It's fine. We've all been there." You threw your arms around him, it wasn't much but it stopped his eyes forming water.
He tipped his head up and looked at you. His features drooped and you couldn't help but bend your head forward, and plant a kiss on his plump, soft lips. Once realising what you've done, you tried to pull back to he had already wrapped his arms around you- preventing you from moving.
"Stay." He pleaded, and something snapped in you.
You arose quickly and walked off into your bedroom looking for the perfect item, all while uncomfortably palming the tent forming in your trousers to make your excitement less obvious.
"Wait-" the rest of his speech faded into the back round.
When you stepped back into the living room, he was gathering up his stuff.
"Where are you going?" you questioned grabbing on to his coat, and pulling him back
"I thought-"
"I don't care what you thought. Sit back down!" you commanded,
He walked his way to the couch, cautiously eyeing you and paying special attention on the small object that laid in your hands. Finally, he settled on the couch eyes wide like a deer in headlights, still not understanding the situation he got himself into.
"Should- do i? When is it time to take off my clothes?"
"Um now would be appreciated." You chuckled at his inexperience, not like you had much to show for yourself.
You strutted over while he was shuffling to ger his trousers off.
"You obviously look like you need some help." you pushed him down on the couch with your leg hooking his apart. Guiding your left arm to lift his back (stilling holding the object in a fist) while using your right to peel his trousers off.
His shirt came off next, then his vest, revealing his chocolate velvet skin. Heat radiated from him as his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. You brought your face closer to his, locking lips while exploring his body with your hands.
"Hey- ughm." his attempt to speak was lost and turned into mumbles against your mouth.
"Wait!" he placed both of his hands on your chest, lightly pushing you away just enough to prevent you from deepening the kiss.
"What are you holding?"
"Well my return gift needs a little decoration." You opened your fist to reveal a ribbon. His eyes widened in fear bringing out a chuckle from you. You grabbed both of his wrists and secured them together.
"Return gift? What the hell is that-!" You smashed your lips back on his. He was talking wayyy too much for now. The rise in your trousers needed more attention, it was eagerly pressing against the fabric of your jeans, ready to jump out and do its duty, similar to the way his was pressing against his boxers.
You slid your hand under the band and clutched his member, it was warm an slightly wet, due to his pre cum.
"Oh. Do you like this? Being controlled and dominated." You sneered in his ear.
He whimpered in response and you took that as a go ahead to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. His brows knitted together following suit after his eye bags, heavy with pleasure closed.
Moans and grunts filled the room, one minute he was on his back facing you, the next his face was down and ass up, all sprawled out on the couch.
The nape of his neck flushed red. You could tell he was trying to hide his expression in the thicket of blankets and cushions that laid under you. Although he was clearly embarrassed, you wanted vocal recognition and so you bent down and brought the top of his right ear in-between your teeth, biting down to just the right amount so it wouldn't leave a lasting mark.
"Hey!" You dictated, holding a lump of his hair in your hands. "If you don't like it or you want to stop. Do me and you a favour and say. Okay?"
"Mmh." He breathed out, wrists still bound and laying over the arm rest.
You let go of his hair, then slapped his ass. The atmosphere of the room got heavy with tension and sex. Your patience was wearing thin, so you brought out your dick and again slapped his arse with it, for sure now he would know who he belonged to.
"Lift your hips, I need to slip in."
He obeyed and proved for you the perfect angle, you aligned yourself with his entrance and pushed in.
"Ow! That hurts." He whined, a part of you already had a him that this was most likely his first time, and if his tightness did make that obvious then his protest would.
You sighed. This would definitely take a while.
"Okay for this part you need to trust me. Just hold on to the couch. Properly. I'll push in on the count of three, you should count it'll help things"
He followed commands, and waited keenly.
"3..."
"2..."
You pushed in.
"FUCK!" you both screamed out.
"I thought you said-"
"Shut the fuck up and take it!"
You started thrusting at a slow pace, every so often increasing your speed and strength. He flailed around, howling sounds of pure filth and desire.
He loosed and gradually began to shape mould himself to your dick. Slapping sounds increased as you picked up speed and so did his moaning. You could tell he was close by the way his body tensed up, and you were pretty close too.
Your heartbeat quickened and sweat glistened yours and his skin, just before he got to the peak. His wrist struggled against the ribbon
You stopped.
"MHHH. w- wh- why-?" He struggled to get out.
"Tell me who you belong to," you thwacked him.
"Just- just- let m' finish."
"Please. I can't think straight, just please," he pleaded, throat horse and voice mumbled against the couch.
Once he realised you weren't making any attempt to move.
"You! I only belong to you."
You started back up again and both of you came to an end. The feeling was immense and overwhelming.
He turned around, his eyes were full of content. You slumped down on top of him after removing the ribbon, his wrists were slightly red and potentially brusing.
"Shouldn't we clean up first?"
"Shhh that's for later. Right now let's just calm down." You whispered into his skin.
"Kay."
Both of you were an absolute mess in each others arms, and soon you and he were fast asleep.
Keys sounded from outside.
"Sweetie we're home!" Your parents exclaimed, not noticing you two past out on the couch.
Until they did.
ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕧 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 "𝕎𝕋𝔽!!!!", 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 are thinking. 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕 "ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕕". 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.
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