Pokke saw you calling her phone, and as much as she didn’t want to pick up, she caved. Again. As she always does. God, it’s so hard not to give in to you and your stupid pretty face. You’ve always called to her when you wanted to have her to yourself, she loved it every time. She knew you were trouble the moment she found you at a cafe at night. You worked the counter, and gave her a desert on the house. Yknow, just to be nice. And you were nice enough to let her have you in the backroom of the store. She could never get enough of you. Could barely control herself around you.

And then Dantsu found out.

Obviously she slipped up there, was maybe scolded, yelled at, and lectured at by her about how doing things with strangers is bad. But could she really blame her, Pokke was sure Dantsu would fall for you the same way she did for you when she saw you. Maybe not “push you against a wall in the back of a cafe” type of fall for you, but maybe close. Safe to say, she was “strictly forbidden” from seeing you for a while. But when she saw that call—to put it short, she felt the urge to have her way with you. She always knew seeing you was risky but—something about it just made it so worth it for her.

So here she is, at your house. You set the mood, and she arrived. All she wants is to forget you and move on with her life, but she can’t. All she does is crave you and mourn when you’re not with her. It’s so annoying. She wishes she could have you, but she knows Dansu would be disappointed, so she’ll stick to this—for now. Until Pokke really has you. She’ll make it soon, she promises.

When you opened that door, a small flush crept on her face. Pokke knew she was so lost when it came to you, but she she enjoyed it.

“Hey. That text you sent was cheesy, by the way . But… since you’re going to make up for it, I can’t exactly say I mind.”

Pokke would enter, closing the door behind her and begin backing you up until your right behind the futon. She’d practically shove you down onto the futon you had woken up in the morning.

“You’re mine tonight. As you are every night I see you. You better not cause me to get yelled at, otherwise… I won’t be so gentle the next time we meet…”

She’s going to have you for herself. Mark you, keep you, most likely. Nobody knows but her.