Pairings Poppy x MC
Warning: Smut
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I couldn't stop thinking about her, the way she was on top of me and the way she said my name like a damn prayer. Every time I closed my eyes, images of that amazing night came back to my mind, and all I can do is let it take over me.
The way her blonde hair was like an angel's halo above her head, the wicked smile she gave me before kissing me fiercely—everything about that night was perfect, except for the fact that it was really a one-time thing.
Deep inside, I wanted her to bluff. I wanted her to just break these icy walls and reach out to me, but she uploaded that video, and since then, sleep wasn't in my everyday routine. I sit for hours thinking about the 'what ifs' and how things would be if one small thing wasn't done by me or her.
I sigh because here I am, looking at my ceiling dramatically, like in those stupid movies. I cross my arms, too stubborn to admit my feelings, but deep down I know I have to find a way to talk to her.
But what could I even say?
"Thank you for ruining my life?" No, too melodramatic.
"We need to talk?" No, she'd slam the door in my face.
How about, "Long time no see?" Wow, I am really bad at this.
I groan against my pillow, running out of patience and ideas. Honestly, what the fuck am I doing? She is a piece of shit, after all, but I can't help but see beyond her evilness.
I stand up, putting on my favorite skirt and a crop top. If I go to my enemy's dorm at 3:00 AM, you better expect me to look perfect. I apply her favorite cherry lip gloss and spray my strong perfume on my neck and clothes. I am really doing this.
After a while of sneaking around like I'm in a mafia movie, I finally approach the Zeta building. The lights in Poppy's room are on, so that means she isn't asleep—score!
Surprisingly, the door is open, and then I watch Chloe and Veronica walk toward the exit door. Okay, weird—moving on! I step inside, and I'm amazed every time, even though I've been here three times. The marble floor doesn't help me here because of the damn heels I'm wearing. Thank you, stilettos.
Glancing around to see if anyone is near, I run for the stairs. Oh wow, these stairs are pretty but so many. Finally, I arrive at the top floor and linger outside of Poppy's room. Now what, dumbass? I roll my eyes, debating if I should knock or just leave. There's still time to leave, huh?
Before I overthink it, I knock softly on the door, and not long after, Poppy is standing before me…in a silk robe?
"What are you doing here?" Her eyes go wide, but I'm too focused on that robe. It's really nice, and—
Wowowow. I feel her nails dig into my skin as she grabs my arm, dragging me inside the room. She closes the door quickly, turning to face me.
"Just because we had fun the other night doesn't mean you can be seen here!" I can hear the frustration in her voice. Is she embarrassed of me?
"Way to welcome me." I roll my eyes, soothing my hand. She really does have long nails—no wonder she wanted to use a vibrator.
"Can you be quick? I don't want you near my room; it's trashy enough."
Oh, there we go again with the pathetic insults. This time it feels different because no one is around. So why does she still act so cold with me?
"If you're here for the video, then I can't delete it now. You always find ways to—"
Without a single sign of hesitation, my mouth opens, and for the first time, I don't control my words. "I like you."
I place my perfectly manicured hand over my mouth, shocked at what I just said. Oh no, no, no—this is so embarrassing! She gasps but quickly recovers, and the look she gives me…it's indescribable. I can't tell if it's desire or anger, but before she can respond, a knock on the door interrupts us.
I thank God this happened because I don't think I could handle whatever she was about to say.
"Poppy? I forgot my wallet. Are you in here?" I can hear Chloe's voice from the other side of the door, and we both freeze. Oh no.
"Get in the closet now," Poppy says, pushing me toward her giant closet, but I stop her, holding her hands firmly.
"Hell no, I won't be in the closet again. I was already in one throughout my teenage years."
She rolls her eyes, trying so hard not to laugh. I look around quickly and catch a glimpse of a wooden desk on the other side of the room. Smiling to myself, I decide what I want to do and get comfortable under her big desk.
All I can hear is Veronica's and Chloe's voices and the sound of a door closing. Great—I'm trapped. There's no coming back from this without getting embarrassed.
"What took you so long?" Chloe says, stepping into the room.
"You know, a text warning me you'd come here would be appreciated. I could be asleep," Poppy says, clearly annoyed.
"But you aren't, are you?" Veronica responds, and I can already imagine how angry Poppy must be.
I hear footsteps approaching the desk, and I start sweating. If either of them finds me here, there isn't really a good excuse, is there? "I was just cleaning?" No. Bea, focus.
Poppy seems to notice my panic because suddenly her legs are just a breath away from my face. She sits in her red leather chair, elegantly crossing her legs. What a bummer.
"So, you found your wallet. You shall be dismissed," she says, waving a hand at the girls, but little does she know—
The bed is across from the desk, and I assume they both sat there. Poppy is like a ticking bomb, ready to explode. I size up all the possibilities. Should I tease her, or should I be a good girl?
My morals are having a literal fight, but before I know it, I decide exactly what I want to do. I place my palms on her legs, working my way up her center. At first, I think she's going to clamp her legs shut, but to my surprise, she opens them wider.
"Oh my God, this is amazing! My YouTube video got five million views!" Veronica says excitedly, but her voice fades into the background as I admire every inch of Poppy's body.
She's dripping wet, making me wonder what kind of thoughts she was having before I arrived. She shifts in her seat, sitting more comfortably and giving me better access. This is really happening.
I run my tongue along her thighs, avoiding the place where she needs me most. I watch her grip the arms of the chair tighter, her knuckles white, and I smirk to myself in triumph.
"Are you listening, Pops?" Chloe asks.
"Ooh…yes, I am. I'm just daydreaming about my next shopping spree," she manages to reply, her voice breathy and oh-so-hot to listen to.
Finally, I make contact with her center, and she looks down at me. We lock eyes, and I see stars. The deep desire in her gaze is almost overwhelming, the hunger consuming her. In response, I slide a hand beneath my skirt and into my underwear, matching her energy.
I can sense her frustration, but Chloe interrupts us again.
"So, which bag are you buying? Because I wouldn't want to match with you—last time—"
"Buy whatever you want!" Poppy cuts her off, practically moaning. I can only imagine the confusion on Chloe's face.
I keep a steady rhythm as my tongue glides against her, picking up speed to let her know I'm close. Her breath hitches as she grips the chair tighter, her hips subtly moving against me.
"Oooooh, ye—" Poppy begins to let out a sound but stops herself mid-sentence, catching herself just in time.
"Oh no, my nail broke!" she blurts out instead, and I bite her thigh in warning.
"Yikes. We should go. I'm not in the mood for angry Poppy," Veronica says, and relief washes over me.
"Yes, ta-ta! I want to be alone now," Poppy responds. I hear the door open, then close, and silence fills the room.
We're finally alone, aren't we, Miss Min-Sinclair?
"You naughty girl," I say, emerging from my hiding spot.
Poppy is breathing hard, her eyes blazing with passion. "You're going to pay for this."
Before I can come up with a cocky response, I'm bent over the desk in seconds, my mind going blank.
"Do you think you can play with fire and not get burned?" Her tone is harsh, but her voice is so incredibly sexy. I feel her lift my skirt, and a low moan escapes my lips.
"This is for embarrassing me in front of the whole school," she growls, and her palm comes down hard on my backside. Is this really happening?
"This is for uploading the screenshots," she says, spanking me again. This time, I cry out her name loudly.
She soothes my skin after each spank, her touch gentle and affectionate. Every nerve in my body surrenders, and all I can do is repeat her name like a prayer.
"Oh, Poppy!"
"And this…this is for making me fall head over heels for you." Her words hit me harder than anything else. The moment her palm meets my backside again, a shiver runs down my spine, her confession echoing in my mind.
She finally turns me around, wasting no time as she throws her arms around my neck.
"I couldn't stop thinking about this," she breathes against my lips, and I grip her waist tighter.
"Well, I'm not done showing you how much I like you," I respond, smirking at her.
Poppy smiles, and for the first time, it feels like we're on the same page.
That night, we scream each other's names until our voices are raw. And honestly? This is worth so much more than a stupid crown. Because this—this is hell and paradise all at once.