chapter:4:sleepyhead

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Kat pov:
I was laying down in porco's bed as birds chirped their sweet melodies and with porco's head buried in the crook of my neck as the activities from last night flood back to me

*last night
WARNING! light smut:
"Fuck! How are you so good at this for your first time!?" Pock says as I Bob my head up and down his crotch as he let's out groans and grabs a fist full of my black and orange hair as a warm liquid spills down my neck*

*the present*
My face was a bright red as I remembered and heard shuffling next to me. It was porco sleeping.
He looked so adorable. His blonde hair drapped over his eyes as his grape green coloured eyes slowly open as we both look at each other and he places his palm on my cheek and I snuggle my head into his hand as he chuckles and brings me closer into his chest

"Dork" he says

"Grape" I say

"What are you calling me grape for?" He asks

"Cause your eyes are a grape green" I say as he chuckles

"I guess they are" he says softly as I hear his heartbeat thump against his chest 

"Come on we have to get up" I say getting up but he pulls me back down and groans

"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" he mumbles against my back nearly falling asleep again as I bop him on the head

"Come on sleepyhead" I say unlatching his arms from my stomach

"Fine" he says getting his butt up and getting dressed

"But you owe me cuddles later" he says as I kiss him

"But you owe me cuddles later" he says as I kiss him

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"Dork"he says again as I smile

"grape" I say as we go out to a meeting  that someone called pieck informed us about. My thoughts are interrupted by pock's fingers intertwine with mine

"Love you dork" he says

"Love you too grape" I say as we walk off

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 06, 2021 ⏰

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