Poppy's Evening Job (NSFW)

After long days of battles fought and won, Champions needed to take a break and disconnect with the world of bloodshed and feeders. This was where “Wriggle’s Tavern” came in handy. It wasn’t a fancy place, sure you could get good ale and some decent food, but it was a place to feel comfy; to take off your shoes and relax and share tales of yesteryear. People came and went at their own leisure, whether they came back or not was up to the Summoners mostly. There were regulars who were deemed “unpopular,” or were constantly banned found themselves calling the place a second home, but that was alright. They’d get their time to shine eventually.

Poppy found herself bussing tables this evening, deciding she’d earn gold through a respectable wage since she found herself out of the heat of combat for a while. She grabbed a stackful of plates and brought them back to the kitchen and placed them in a sink full of suds.

“Yorwick! Got some presents for ya!” She called out to the gravedigger, working utility. He, unlike Poppy, was a favorite Champion to ban in matches, and irregularly showed up evenings to help clean. He began to show his head often enough that the management usually reserved space for him. He looked at the dirty dishes and then back to the Yordle, only responding with a nod of his head as he put on a pair of plastic gloves.

“Order up! Number 45!” A voice called out through the kitchen. Shyvana’s head poked out of the window connecting to the grill and fryer, ringing a silver bell to complete the order. Poppy always noticed people came around more often when Shyvana was working the grill. She was one of the better cooks here. At least better than Urgot. She remembered the nightmare that evening was. She and Yorick had to clean up bile and waste that seemed to be coming out of everything afterwards, including the walls.

Twisted Fate approached the window, grabbed the tray, and with a tip of his hat returned to his table. Ryze sat next to the card player, along with Graves and Jayce. It was an unlikely group, but at a place like this you see those sort of things happening more often than not. People wallowing in each other’s misery, only finding good times at the bottom of tankards and singing poorly to songs that everyone’s heard hundreds of times. Hey, whatever made them happy.

Grabbing a rag and some cleaning spray, she began to wipe off tables. Though it was rather late, she knew there would still be a few people staying for a while longer and she needed some time to kill. It was always at this point of the night she would find herself finding the most menial of tasks to do just to make time move faster. Her feet hurt and she could feel her eyes straining in the darkened atmosphere. She needed a break.

A noise behind the Yordle’s back caught her attention as broken glass on wood echoed through the room.

“Ho ho! Jax, you gotta drink again!” Gragas boomed, patting his rotund stomach. Poppy grimaced at the sight as the cloaked warrior held the tankard up to his mask, tipping it up to show the blackened abyss that was his mouth and tilted it upwards, the alcohol disappearing into the nether. It was always these two that caused the most amount of damage usually. Mostly by getting smashed on booze, followed by smashing each other into tables or other people.

“Hey! HEY!” Poppy screamed, grabbing the two’s attention and alarming the other bar patrons. What the female lacked in height, she made up for in demeanor. She could scare just about anyone with her looks, and if needed, her hammer. “You’re going to clean up this mess and pay for that mug you just broke!” She pointed to the spill on the floor, broken glass swimming through the cloudy liquid. Gragas shifted in his seat, flustered.

“Whoa, whoa! Let’s not get overworked, here!” She could tell from where she was how drunk he was. Typical. “It was an accident, I swear! These tables are so rickety it’s hard not dropping anything!” Poppy knew his games, she’d been through this a number of times previous.

“Listen here, I’ll be having none of your games tonight. Now unless you cough up the gold by the time I come back with a mop, that mug won’t be the only thing shattered to pieces!” She huffed and turned on her heel, heading to the back of the bar. She eyes the table of gentlemen who were watching the scene carefully. Graves was grinning like a Wildman while the other three seemed to be trying to enjoy their food. She only had to speak with her eyes to tell them to keep a watch on the two in case they tried to bail. They nodded in agreement at the unspoken pact.

She grumbled to herself as she filled up the bucket with warm water and bubbles. It seemed at least once a week they’d come in and break something, and yet they were still allowed in here. Was it out of pity that they keep getting banned? The tab they were racking up was enormous by anyone’s standards, and she would see to it herself that they’d pay in full.

Returning to the scene, she carried the mop and bucket over to the two burly men, throwing to each of the two.

“I want the glass to be thrown away and not a drop of ale should be left on this floor! Once you’re done, I’ll be collected the tab you owe this place! I’m sure I don’t need to remind you both of how much you owe.” She narrowed her eyes as the two drunkenly got to work, almost falling over one another. She could hear Twisted Fate laugh to himself behind her. “Don’t make me put you to work too, Twisted Fate! Did you already forget that little incident with Evelynn last month?” The gambler didn’t respond, only covering the blush spreading on his face with his hat. The rest of the table resumed the laughter as Poppy went back to the kitchen. She was about ready to take that break of hers.

“Hey, Poppy! Handling things quite well!” Vi cheered, holding up a mug to her. “Always nice to see a girl put a guy like that in his place!” The officer laughed before chugging half of the contents in her glass. Poppy couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You know, if you’re looking to hire for ‘extra security,’ I could probably spare some time.”

“No thanks. I know you got your hands plenty full with Piltover. Besides, it’s just these hooligans mostly. Nothing I can’t handle.” The pink-haired bruiser smiled proudly and held up her mug again.

“Good to hear. The offer always stands though! Beats patrolling the streets for hours on end.”

“Where’s Caitlyn? She busy with paperwork again?” Vi snorted and chuckled.

“You know her, gotta keep everything in order! That girl needs to loosen up, I tell ya.” The two shared a light laugh and parted. Small talk with the more “civil” patrons is what kept Poppy’s sanity together. If it wasn’t for people that actually knew how to handle their alcohol, she wouldn’t even be working here. Letting out a sigh, she turned back towards the two men who were just finishing up. Gragas had a collection of glass pieces in his large hand while Jax was spinning the mop around in his fingers while somehow still managing to pick up the spill.

“Alright, we got it all done!” Jax chimed, throwing the mop in the bucket, splashing suds onto the floor. Poppy glared at him inquisitively and examined the area, they had done an alright job actually.

“Hmm…alright, you guys are off the hook on that, BUT…” She folded her arms in front of her chest. “You guys still owe a ton of gold for drinks and damages. Otherwise, you’re gonna have to do Yorick’s job for as long as needed.” Yorick, hearing his name being brought up, poked his head out from behind the corner. Jax and Gragas stared at him in dread before he ducked his head back in dejectedly. “You understand?” The pair looked at one another before Gragas shrugged his shoulders.

“It was your turn tonight to pay.”

“Come on, that’s not how it goes! You always drink the most so you should be paying more!” The two pressed heads together before Poppy interjected. She cleared her throat loudly, breaking them up.

“So…you two don’t have the money to pay?” The slowly shaking heads was all she needed for an answer. “Well then. You two. Come with me.” She ordered flatly, motioning with her fingers. As she escorted the men away, the table of four could be heard behind them.

“Teach ‘em a lesson, Poppy! Give em them the ol’ hammer!” Jayce hollered, laughing.

“Hey! Don’t you make me come over there, Jayce!” Vi retorted, slamming down her flagon on the wooden countertop. The sounds of “ooohs” and laughs were muffled out as the blue Yordle brought the two men into a back room and up a flight of stairs to the rumored second floor of the tavern. There, she led them behind a curtain to a room with nothing but a couple of beds, stands, and unlit candles for furniture. “On the beds, both of you.” The two looked at each other in a drunken stupor, still unsure if or what was even happening reality.

As the two made themselves comfy, Poppy took off her armor, placing it on one of the racks in the corner of the room. She stepped over and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a pair of black, silk stockings and gloves. Putting them on, she announced to the two men without looking at them, “This doesn’t leave the room. Got it? You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous, otherwise I’d have you guys washing underneath the sinks.” Walking over to them, her hips bounced with each step. “Now for some rules: 1) No touching without my permission; 2) You don’t cum until I tell you; 3) You only put in me what I tell you to put in me. Are we clear?” With two drunken nods, she smiled smugly, arching her back and pushing her butt into Jax’s chest. “Now then, take off my thong, ‘Grandmaster of Arms.’ The warrior’s hands shakingly rose to the sides of her waist, gripping the thin fabric and pulling it down.

Poppy’s ass was relatively large for a Yordle. She took a sort of perverse pride in her figure, especially when she could show it off in a situation like this. His hands ran up her cheeks, sinking into the blue flesh. It felt thick and compact, like something one could rest their head on and lull off into sleep. Poppy looked back, smiling as he played with her rear, then turned her attention towards the bearded fellow who was almost snapping the bed he sat on in half.

“Gragas, come here. Remove the cloth around your waist.” He looked surprised, but delighted by her request. His thick hands undid the knots and the piece of cloth fell with a soft thump. Already his manmeat was starting to thicken. Poppy cooed and looked at in astonishment. “Well well. Looks like someone’s ready to go!” She beckoned him over with her fingers. Stumbling over, his gut was at head height, his half-erection looked more like a bulbous mushroom with a stem thicker than her arm. She licked her lips hungrily and bent over, picking it up, feeling it start to thicken even further in her small hands.

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready to go.” Looking back to the man who was still fondling her ass, she reckoned she’d need a bit more stimulation. “Jax!” He looked up inquisitively.

“What’s up?”

“Lick me. Clean me with your tongue.” The next thing she knew was the slippery, spongy sensation of Jax’s tongue slipping between her legs and butt. It lapped at her opening, drooling in excitement. Her clit swelled up, making it an easy target for his assault. She let out a muffle laugh, catching herself on Gragas’s stomach. “You…you know what you’re doing. I’ll give you that.” It was then that she could feel something smack against her abdomen. She looked down and saw the Rabble Rouser’s member fully extended, almost lifting her off the ground. “Hey! What did I say about touching me without my permission?!” She spat, still laying on top of his dick. Gragas rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Hehe, sorry?” Poppy furrowed her brow and pouted, pushing him back a ways.

“Just for that, you get to watch as I fuck your friend here.” She grabbed Jax’s hood and smiled at him. “I wanna see if he’s good with ‘every’ kind of weapon.” She sat down in his lap, feeling a noticeable bulge almost tearing through the fabric. “Oh yeah…”

Prying at the folds of his robe, she managed to find what she was looking for, pulling out the bruiser’s cock. She felt it pulse under her fingers, the warmth it emanated. Standing onto the bed, she positioned her hips over his, pushing her womanhood atop the head. With one lurch, she took in the entire head inside of her, a deep moan emanating from her throat. Already she began to drip juices over his shaft, she looked down, a cocky grin crawling over her face as she bent her legs more. Her back arched and her arms went back to rest on his shoulders.

“G-grab my waist.” She stammered, addressing Jax who heeded her instructions. He held the small Yordle in position, who was having difficulty catching her breath. “Alright, n-now…slowly…”

Jax let out a groan as the Yordle encompassed his dick, slowly taking every inch until it all disappeared in her. She laid a hand on her stomach, feeling the mass worm its way inside of her.

“Okayyy. Just…just bounce me like this.” She guided Jax to her legs, who picked them up and began to move in and out. The girl’s mouth hung open and her tiny breasts bounced with each thrust. “Yeah…like that. Just like that.” Jax rocked her back and forth in his lap, kicking off on the balls of his feet. This little motion was enough to get the Yordle going.

“Hey, uh…” Gragas sheepishly rubbed his head, pointing towards the swelling mass pointing at Poppy’s torso. “Can I get in on this?” She gave it an intense look before nodding her head.

“Fine, I’ll allow this.” Lifting up her legs, her feet began to jack off the drunk. Her soles slid up and down the shaft, earning her a steady amount of precum to form at the tip and descend. She licked her lips enthusiastically. “You already look like you’re close. Do you want to cum, big guy?” He nodded, giving tiny thrusts into her feet. Seeing this, Poppy retracted, watching him writhe on the edge, smiling at his misfortune. “Too bad! You don’t get to until I tell you!” She reached out and ran her fingers over the head, rubbing precum into the thickened head. She could feel Jax’s throbbing member throb in her, picking up the pace. A faint, tingling sensation was building up inside her, and was going to burst soon. She was going to have to finish this quick.

Focusing her senses on Gragas, she used both her hands and feet to start pumping the giant phallus. The beads of clear fluid leaking from the tip were not almost a small stream, dripping onto her legs and thighs.

“Come on, big guy. Give it all to momma.” She murmured through labored breaths. Without warning, Gragas gave a strained groan, releasing his seed all over the tiny woman. It shot out onto her face, causing her to pause to realise what happened. Before she could react further, it spewed out more onto her breasts and stomach. With one last thrust, the last spurt of cum lazily spilled out, down his shaft, and onto her feet.

All Poppy could say was, “W-wow…” before the man behind her chimed in.

“NOW IT’S MY TURN.” He suddenly boomed into Poppy’s ear. He held Poppy in place, fucking her even harder now. The Yordle grunted, unable to control her focus, opting to fully revel in the pleasure.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she could feel him start to release inside her. The warm spunk flooded her hungry cunt, pouring out over his balls, and yet he continued to keep it up.

“Hnnrg, AHG!” Poppy’s eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth hung open. Her walls clamped down on Jax, holding in him and his spunk as she felt a powerful orgasm wash over her like a waterfall. She could feel herself start to drift away, almost passing out, her eyes fluttering as she climaxed again. With a final grunt, Jax fell backwards, spent.

“That…that was something else…” He professed in a dazed-like state. Poppy sat in his lap, covered and filled with cum that warmed her small form. Gragas had seemed to pass out, lying back onto the bed, breaking the abused frame. Poppy smirked again, feeling her stomach, feeling Jax’s still erect cock inside her, as well as his seed.

“It seems your friend is out of commission.” Poppy joked, wiping off some of the cum on her face, irritated that some of it got in her hair. “But he’s going to have to pay for that bed, you know.” She turned towards the cloaked warrior, laying a hand on his chest. “Looks like I’ll need to keep you guys here a bit longer…”