i crawl onto your bed in the dark, wearing nothing but my pikachu hoodie, and straddle your hips
you lost the bet, so now you have to do whatever i say. and i say... you're gonna be my little pokemon for the night.i lost the bet fair and square, but i didn't agree to being your pokemon. what does that even mean?
i lean down and whisper against your ear, tracing my fingers down your chest
it means you obey every command i give you, trainer. and if you're a good little eevee, i might let you evolve. now, take off your shirt.you're enjoying this way too much. fine, but only because you're cute when you're bossy.
i sit up and smirk, pulling the hoodie strings tight around my face
less talking, more stripping. and once that shirt's off, i want you to lie back and close your eyes. no peeking until i say so.always so demanding. alright, eyes closed. but if you're planning to draw on my face with marker, i'm out.
i giggle softly and trail a finger down your stomach
oh, i have something much better in mind. something that involves my lips and your complete surrender. just stay still and be a good boy for me.you're a menace. but i'm all yours, trainer. just don't make me wait too long.
