The Rock Room

Chapter One

*Makka Pakka's POV*

After a long hard day of washing the faces of everyone in the night garden, Make Pakka strolled home on his Og Pog and his rocks, admiring the beautiful landscape around him. Just as he got home, his heart stopped. Sitting in front of him was the most gorgeous, voluptuous, thick rock he had ever seen. But how could it be here? To his surprise, he found a note attached to the rock with sticky tape. He was a bit triggered that the sticky tape was there, but nevertheless he was intrigued and excited. Excited in more than one way. He opened up the note. The note read:

You + me + your rocks = a good time

Love,

Your secret admirer

Makka Pakka wondered who it could be from, but he had a bigger task at hand. He rolled the rock into his Rock Prep Station, face glistening with sweat but he time he fit it through the door. My God, it's gorgeous, he thought to himself. First, he gets his thick sharp drill and inserts it into the rock, making a perfectly knob-sized hole. Then, he opened a drawer to retrieve his baby wipes. He began to rub the rock affectionately, pupils dilating with pleasure. After that, he went back to the Og Pog to get his sponge and soap. Time to wash this baby down. He laboured over the rock for the next few hours, making sure it was refined and almost twice as gorgeous as he found it. He secretly thanked his secret admirer. Once the rock was finally ready, he moved it to his Rock Room. It was officially ready for use. As he walked into the rock room, he grazed his already throbbing knob against the rough walls, admiring the cases and cabinets full of all his rocks. Big ones, small ones, dark ones, light ones. Where there's a rock, there's a way. Makka Pakka had always wanted to expand the room. He wanted the experience to be sensual and pleasurable, yet efficient and practical.

*Y/N's POV*

After seeing my dearest Makka Pakka alone for so long, I have come to the conclusion that I must shower him with my love and affection, passion pouring out of me in ways that I can't even fathom. When I found the rock, I could only imagine how hot he would look perched atop it. So I brought it to his house and attached a note. Flirting was not my strong suite, but I tried my best. I hid outside his house, bursting with excitement when Makka Pakka laid eyes upon my gift for him. He looked so excited. I watched him work on the rock, relishing in every squeal and chant that he let out, whether it was out of exasperation or frustration. I marvelled at how masculine he looked working away at that rock, how his muscles were practically glowing with sweat when he was done. How he rubbed his knobs against the jagged walls of his Rock Room.

"Makka Pakka, Akka Wakka, Mikka Makka moo! Makka Pakka, Appa yakka, Ikka akka, ooo Hum dum, Agga pang, Ing, ang, ooo Makka Pakka, Akka wakka, Mikka Makka moo" He chanted as he was falling asleep. I sighed. He was so talented.

I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see his other rocks. I broke into his house, trying my best to be quiet, to be nothing more than a shapeless shadow of the night. I finally reached the Rock Room. The room was sectioned, and today at the very end were the densest, darkest most heaviest rocks, I went further into the room to explore those rocks, exhilarated to find that the rock I had given him was at the very back. As I stared, admiring the pure craftsmanship, I leaned on a cabinet.

"Y/N" A raspy voice said from behind me. Makka Pakka! I whirled around to face him.

"Er, I-I" I attempted to explain myself. Oh no, how do I explain this? What if he ends up hating me forever because I'm irrationally obsessed with him? "Um.... I don't-"

"I have been waiting for you."

He locked the door behind him and cast me a sultry look.