Here’s a 2nd person pov story involving a night of passion with poki. It’s in a gender less setting cause we all inclusive in here. Alright, enjoy.

This is your lucky day. The best thing that could’ve ever happened to you is currently happening now: you won Pokimane’s challenge and now you’re on your way to meet her in person. You still can’t believe it even after speaking to her on the phone. It’s a dream come true.

Not only for the obvious joy of meeting with the queen of streaming herself, but also the fact that you’re gonna be the precipice of envy. Of all the other 100,000 people who entered that challenge, you and you alone walked out victorious. And now you get to reap the rewards.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the agreed upon hotel suite that Poki set up. It can only be described as a stroke of luck that you just so happened to be in the same city as hers. Or it could be that the challenge was rigged from the beginning and only anyone within her vicinity would’ve won regardless. You don’t know, you don’t care. The only thing that matters is the fact that you’re here and no one else is.

After checking in at the front desk, you step into the elevator in pursuit of the floor of the queen herself. But as excited as you are for the upcoming meeting with the pinnacle of perfection, you suddenly get a wave of concerning nerves coursing through every neuron of your body.

What If you lose your words and she thinks you’re weird? What if you say something dumb and she thinks you’re stupid? What if you do something wrong and she never says a single word to you ever again? Thought after thought, scenario after scenario. It’s killing you how many variables exist. So much so that you’re getting second thoughts about this whole thing. Maybe going to that room isn’t the best idea.

But just as quick as those negative thoughts appeared, thoughts of affirmation appear to your aid. You’ve already gotten this far. You’ve gotten her to acknowledge you and clearly somewhat like you if she’s taking time out of her day to spend time with you. Sure, a phone call and countless mental simulations of how this could possibly go can only get you so far in comparison to the real thing, but it shouldn’t be anything to obsess over. She’s just a human. You’re just a human. And you’re both just gonna talk and hang out. Nothing to get so worked up over.

And with that, your mind is clear. All negative thought is completely discarded and all you can think about is your excitement as you ascend floor after floor. And to your delight, you finally make it. The elevator opens and you’re just that much closer to meeting up with your idol. You take a breath before stepping out of the elevator and progressing to the suite.

And there it is. Room 532. Behind that door is what your life has been leading to. What separates children from adults. Through will and determination alone, you’ve realized your long-time fantasy. It’s still as surreal as when you first got the news. And it’s finally within your grasp.

Though, right when you reach the door, something immediately catches your eye: a blindfold is taped to the door with a note reading “Congratulations! Put this on for your reward ;)”. Instantly, your heart starts beating 100 miles an hour. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher the implications. This is way more than you bargained for. And you couldn’t be happier.

Without wasting a single moment, you grab the blindfold and put it on. It’s only then when you realize the predicament with that idea. So you raise the blindfold just enough to see the doorknob before opening the door and stepping inside as you put the blindfold back in place. You don’t even make it two steps in the room before that familiar angelic voice blesses your ears.

“Just walk forward.”

It’s even more precious in person. You follow her direction, walking towards that irresistible voice until you feel what appears to be a lush sofa and taking a seat. You then feel a light shuffle on your right with an alluring cherry scent dancing on your nostrils, indicating Poki’s presence right there with you, leaning right on your shoulder. Your heart can barely take it. You’re finally here. The queen has you in her grasp. And Lord forbid she lets you go anytime soon.

“Comfy?” She whispers in your ear in her adoring tone after wrapping her arms around your torso,

“Y-yeah,” you reply, trying and failing to not sound intimidated,

“Oh? You don’t sound like it. Relax. Remember, you’re my guest. And I strive to do anything to ensure my guests are as comfortable as possible.”

You feel her shift her body onto yours, straddling you and wrapping her arms behind your neck. She then titillates your ears with a light giggle as she slowly starts rolling her hips against your pelvis, exciting you even more.

“So ... Is there any way that I could make you more comfortable~?”