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~?”

“Uh-...A-actually, there is,” you reply, feeling your anxious sensations draining out of your body with each breath from Poki’s mouth as she lightly grinds on you,

“Mmm~...Well, don’t be shy. Tell me~. What is it that I can do to make you more comfortable~?”

“I-...I wanna-...I wanna please you.”

“Oh? Really? You must really like me then, huh?”

“Y-yeah...”

“Well, if that’s what you want~.”

You feel her get up from your lap before hearing the slight shuffling of cloth leaving skin. You then hear the blunt sound of what appears to be some clothing hitting the floor. You can’t help but to gasp in anticipation as your chest becomes heavier. This is actually happening. You’re actually going to please your idol.

“On your knees,” she demands in a completely different tone from moments before, turning you on even more.

You follow her direction, leaving the couch and planting your knees on the ground, waiting for your next task.

“Come here.”

Again, you need her instructions, crawling over to your prize. You can practically taste her already. Her sweet nectar is damn near plastering your tongue as you inch closer to your destination. That is until you feel her plant her soft supple hand on your forehead, stopping you in your tracks as you impatiently wait for your prize. You want it so badly. You need to taste it just once. You don’t even care if it’s only for a second. You need something.

Your desire is only fueled as a small chuckle is heard from your queen. It almost seems as though she’s laughing at you. Your desperation must be oozing right now. Now you need her now more than ever.

And she finally gives you what you want, guiding your head forward. The natural musk of her succulent womanhood blessing your nostrils. Her body heat radiating on your mouth. The mental image of her perfect face looking down at you as she pushes your head to her center. All of it amplifying the already titillating experience.

And then you finally taste it. Her wet, flawless, tasty slit makes contact with your tongue. It almost feels like a dream. Like none of this could be happening in real time. And then you hear it. The noise that puts that thought to rest for good: her angelic hymn of a moan as you drag your tongue on her glistening sex. That moment of affirmation is all you needed. This is real. This is happening right now. You are pleasuring the queen of the internet with your tongue. You are the luckiest being on the planet right now. And you intend to take full advantage of it.

You push your face into her sex, latching your mouth onto her lower lips and start sucking on her, earning even more pleasured moans in response. You can even feel Poki’s hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair as you eat her irresistible cunt.

“Mfh~...Fuuck, that’s what I need~,” she moans as you pleasure her perfect snatch, “You’re making me regret not doing this challenge sooner. Way to show me what I’ve been missing out on. Ah~...Ooo~...Yeah, right there~. Press that tongue on my little pussy~...Yes, right there~. Right fucking there~.”

Her moans are music to your ears. You bask in her seemingly endless praises through her heavenly moans as you continue tasting her. You eventually feel her lightly grinding against your face, creating more friction for herself as her moans get louder and more frequent. A clear indication that she’s reaching her climax.

So you prepare for the tastiest treat any individual could hope for. Seconds pass, her moans build more and more, her grip on your hair tightens. She inches closer and closer to her upcoming conclusion. And there it is. Sounding off with a passionate final moan from your goddess, your mouth is blessed with the otherworldly sensational taste of the sweet savory nectar that is Pokimane’s cum. It’s easily the greatest thing you’ve ever tasted in your entire life.

“Hah~...Wow, you are good~,” Poki declares after composing herself, “I could stand to have this be a part of my everyday routine.”

Your eyes light up from that suggestion. Here you are in the clutches of your idol and she’s offering you the opportunity of a lifetime. You’d have to be completely lobotomized to even think of the word “no” right now.

“Heh, something tells me you really like that idea,” she chuckles, caressing your cum coated face, “Yeah? You wanna be with me from now on?”

“Y-yeah!” You muster, “More than anything!”

“Hehe. Glad to hear it. It’d be a complete waste to have someone with your enthusiasm slip out of my hands.”

You feel like you’ve died and ascended to heaven. Fuck the lottery. This is the real life changing scenario that any member of the human race would kill over. And it’s all yours. You’re all hers. You’re Pokimane’s personal lover. A job that will never see a position change for as long as you both shall live.