Sana Potter and the Elusive 8th Photocard

darling?

i’m going home in a bit

do you want something from the cafe?

11:24 PM ✔

hmmm…

a strawberry yogurt smoothie please!

and maybe some sweet breads 😊

11:28 pm ✔

okie dokie

see you soon!

11:31 pm ✔

😘😘😘

11:32 pm ✔

You reached the apartment building at 12 in the morning, bringing dessert for your roommate Sana. You’ve been living with her for the past four years; she was renting out her extra room, and you got lucky seeing the ad at the right time. So here you were, the roommate of a global K-Pop idol, the ball of sunshine, Minatozaki Sana.

Or at least, she usually is.

As you approached the door, you could hear a groan of frustration emanating from the inside. That’s a sound you’ve been familiar with for the past few months, the normally bubbly idol voice replaced by what a wookie sounds like. And it’s all because of one particular site.

Fanprose.

It started when Sana asked you about this site, terribly curious about what people write about her. She smiled at the fluff, got shocked at the smut, and blushed at the lewd thoughts written about her. And the photocards? She loved them! She liked collecting them: her own pocas, her groupmates’, Miyeon’s, and all the ones she found pretty and cute.

And when you told Sana about the mechanics of the poca drops, that’s when everything went down the hill, hard.

The woman made a routine: before bed, read a story, get a poca, leave a comment, do shrine stuff, get more pocas, rinse and repeat. By the time she’s done, she only has 3 hours of sleep left until she goes to work. And that’s when everything goes her way. The problem though, is when the infamous “bug” happens:

The elusive 8th poca drop.

Every avid poca grinder worth their salt has encountered this at least once in their career. That moment when you check the notifs, and see only 7 pocas dropped for you in the last 24 hours, only to do an endless grind of reading, commenting, wish fulfilling, and it still doesn’t drop? Absolute torture.

As you enter your apartment, you find the living room occupied, with a Japanese woman sprawled across the couch, wearing glasses and a tracksuit top, scrolling on her phone with a pained look on her face.

“Tadaima, Sana.” you greet your roommate, picking up the Japanese phrase over the years, becoming the norm.

“Okaeri, Y/N,” Sana replied, with a smile.

You take off your suit jacket, hanging it on the side of the couch, You then sat on one end, by her feet, loosening your tie and your buttons.

“How are you holding up?” You ask, though you knew the answer to that question already.

“This thrice-damned 8th photocard… just… won’t… DROP!” she complained.

“I have read 4 random fics already, it’s so annoying! It is off-cooldown… why isn’t it dropping?”

“Maybe it’s not? Though that is unlikely, given that the site owner explicitly stated that the cooldown is 22 hours per photocard. Bad luck perhaps?” you speculated, while loosening your belt, and taking off your pants.

“I sure hope not. It’s 12:08, and I have a CF shoot in about 5 hours,” Sana dismissed the thought, shaking her head horizontally.

“But I do need this poca drop, I need more to get greater chances of hitting a full empower.”

“Mhmm… but you really need some sleep. Or the makeup team will have a hard time covering all those dark circles in your eyes. You’ll look like a panda tomorrow!” you joked, as you move to straddle Sana’s ass, slapping your hard erection between those cheeks.

Now wait a minute, how did things escalate quickly, you say?

It’s the fact that Sana’s not wearing anything below the waist, the whole time!

You see, being Sana’s roommate has some very nice perks. One of these perks is that her roommate has the freedom to use her for sex as much as they like, anytime, anywhere, within the four corners of the apartment. She had her members back then, and now, she had you, the first man to ever be her roommate, and that means she got dicked down every time both of you are home.

You guided your dick into Sana’s pussy, already wet, most likely from a previous masturbation session, which doesn’t surprise you; girl is always horny. Her pussy lips part, granting you access to the delights within. You shoved it in slowly, earning a whimper from Sana. Her eyes and hands though, are still glued onto her phone; still poca grinding, searching for the last photocard she so desperately desired.

“Fuck,” you groaned, starting to thrust, back and forth, a steady rhythm you both enjoy, mastered after years of steady fucking. Pleasure spreads on your tip, down to your shaft, and sending some pleasurable tingles down your balls.

On her end, she feels your cock hitting sweet spot after sweet spot, sending spikes of pleasure into her; delicious friction overloading her vaginal nerves.

“Ungh… ungh… yes, yes, fuck, FUCK!” Sana squealed, inching closer and closer to orgasm.