Pairings Poppy x MC
Warning: Smut
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Poppy straddles my lap, and my breath catches. She could certainly sit on a chair—she has chairs, doesn't she? Yes, there's one right there. So why did she—
"Hm, your makeup looks decent, but I'll be glad to wipe it off," Poppy says, running a makeup wipe across my face.
Smoothly, gently. So gentle my heart might explode. She's focused on her task, but all I can focus on is her. What is actually happening? I have no time to process anything.
"This is a lot. I don't think we have that much time to go through all of them," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
She rolls her eyes. "Of course not, Farmsville. My cousin from Korea sent me a package with the finest skincare products, and honestly? You could use some."
Ugh. Even with her on top of me, she's being sarcastic. Part of me screams to get up and leave, but her warmth against me, her expensive perfume clouding my senses—it's overwhelming.
"Let me know if it burns," she says casually.
I open my mouth to protest, but she ignores me completely. My eyes close as I brace for discomfort, but instead, I feel... refreshed.
"Wow... it doesn't burn. It's actually amazing," I admit, stunned.
"Then you're welcome. Skincare routine doesn't exist in your life, huh?"
For the first time, I don't care about her attitude. For the first time, I'm so overwhelmed by what's happening that I can't process how I feel. My mind goes blank, and all I can think about is ripping her clothes off.
I lock eyes with her, and her expression changes. Her eyes, dark with desire, are the sexiest thing I've seen in months. I want to say something, anything, to break the silence, but instead, I grip her hips hard, pressing our bodies together.
"Oh? Is that why you've been so quiet?" She raises an eyebrow, and suddenly, I can't even form a response.
Without a second thought, I lean forward, capturing her lips with mine. Oh my, they're so soft, so glossy. Her cherry lip gloss leaves a sweet taste on my tongue, and I can't stop myself.
Suddenly, she pulls back. I shudder at the loss of contact, but then I notice how her eyes sparkle under the light.
"Are you sure you can handle me, Farmsville?"
Honestly? I have no idea. But with her on top of me like a Greek goddess, my body screams yes, and that's exactly what comes out of my mouth.
"Yes. Bring it on."
As soon as I say the words, Poppy and I are undressing each other, falling back onto the soft mattress. She pins my hands above my head, kissing me fiercely. Her tongue dances against mine, her teeth catching my bottom lip. Then, she pulls back, smirking.
"Stop being a jerk and kiss me," I manage to say, breathless.
Her gaze devours me, making me feel sexier than I ever have. She runs her warm palms up and down my thighs, and I sigh, completely undone.
"I can't believe you hid this body under garbage," she teases, but before I can retort, she reaches for her nightstand.
For a moment, I think she's going to bail, but then I see it.
"Let's have fun, shall we?"
Poppy Min-Sinclair, you kinky bitch. She's holding a pink vibrator, smirking at me. If someone had told me I'd end up in Poppy's bed like this, I would've laughed in their face. But oh my, reality is sweet.
I sit back, completely at her mercy, as she licks my neck. There's a loud click, and then I feel the vibrator against my thighs. It's on the lowest setting—because of course, she's a tease.
She cups one of my breasts, nipping at it, and I moan loudly.
"You've been a very bad girl, Bea," she says, her voice dripping with wickedness.
Did she just...?
I shudder, my mouth open as I hold back a scream. The way she says my name is addictive, her tone so teasing that my knees go weak.
"Oh, do you like when I say your name?" She bites my jaw, her free hand gripping my neck firmly.
I arch up in response, grinding my hips against hers. She closes her eyes, letting out a soft sound of pleasure.
She guides the vibrator lower, and when it connects with where I need her most, I gasp.
"Oh, Poppy!" I cry, but she silences me with a hard kiss.
Our kisses are messy, passionate, and desperate, leaving me breathless. I reach for her underwear, and she squeezes my neck tighter.
God, I'm so wet for her.
My hand slips beneath her panties, and she moans, her voice like music to my ears.
"Oh, Bea, yes."
Hearing her say my name spurs me on. My hand moves rhythmically, matching the pace of her breathing, and I know she's close.
We both tremble as ecstasy overtakes us. I fist her expensive sheets, trying not to scream too loud. Her name falls from my lips like a prayer, and when I look at her, her eyes are still hungry with desire.
She collapses next to me, her skin flushed and her breathing ragged. Placing the vibrator on the nightstand, she rises, walking toward the bathroom. She doesn't say a word, but the open door feels like an invitation.
I follow, watching as she fills an oversized bathtub with hot water and essential oils. Her self-care game is no joke.
I slip my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me.
"So... that happened," she says, dipping her toes into the water to test it.
I murmur lazily against her neck, not wanting this moment to end.
I came here to get dirt on her, but I ended up doing the dirty with her.
She takes my hand, leading me toward the bathtub.
I wash her back, kissing her neck as I do, and she covers her face with her hands.
Wow. Is she actually shy? After everything she just did to me?
"You can't tell anyone about this," she whispers, almost embarrassed, then reaches back to hold my hand. "Because they wouldn't understand."
"I promise," I breathe, focusing on massaging her shoulders.
"No one stays after our hookups."
"Then I'm not just a no one," I say with a small smile, wondering how many people have seen this softer side of Poppy.
"You're lucky I won't upload that video of you making pig noises," she laughs freely.
My hand freezes. "What now?"
"Oh, please. It was hilarious. Besides, I said I wouldn't upload it."
So she really does have that much power, huh? She can find anything on anyone.
For a moment, I stay silent, turning her words over in my mind. Is this a trap? But her sincerity disarms me.
"Good. Because then I'd have to leak your little hookup with Cl—"
She spins, tossing shampoo at me.
"Ouch!"
The bathroom fills with laughter, and honestly? Poppy isn't so bad. At least, not behind closed doors.
And I can't wait to crack her icy walls and see where this goes.