1.(The Good Spot)- Branch and Poppy and an orgasm worth waiting for.
Branch groans loudly when he comes, one hand tight on Poppy's waist as she rides him, the other hooked loosely over the chain that connects her nipple clamps so they pull and release every time she raises and lowers herself. He kisses Poppy's neck, open-mouthed and sloppy as the pink troll squeezes him tightly with her cunt. It makes Branch see stars, and he presses her back, his cock slipping free as Poppy lays out flat on the bed and pants.
"You're gonna kill me," the teal troll murmurs, kissing between her breasts, and then over her stomach, pausing to lick delicately at the sweat just above her navel. "Fuck."
"Branch," The Pop Queen says, her voice going up high at the end of his name. She slips her hand between her legs, rocking up against her palm. "I didn't-"
"I know," Branch says. He kisses her forearm, and then her wrist, licks between her fingers as he noses against her cunt. Poppy lifts her hand and drags it through his hair, grabbing tightly as he drags his tongue over her, making her quiver and shake.
"Branch," she breathes. "Branch. Please."
Branch nuzzles her clit and kisses just above it. He rubs one thumb over her folds, up and down, as he feels along the bed for the toy she'd laid out earlier. When he finds it, he stretches upwards, getting the chain of her nipple clamps between his teeth and tugging to make her moan his name again.
"Please. Please. Please. Please." The Pop Queen pants, her free hand curling on her thigh when Branch releases the chain and drags his mouth back to her cunt.
The toy is steel, warmed by the air in the room but still somewhat cool to the touch. Branch presses it against Poppy's inner thigh to make her jump, and he hums in delight when she retaliates by hitting him lightly in the head with his knee.
He uses two fingers to spread her open, licking into her once so she'll ride the curve of his mouth, and then he presses the toy in, the large bulb at the front making her gasp and mutter another, desperate "please" as it slips inside her.
Poppy squeaks, and her hips buck, and her thighs tighten momentarily around Branch's head. "There," she says.
The teal troll chuckles into her thigh, kissing her at the point it meets her groin. He looks up as he angles the toy down and away from her g-spot. Poppy's got her fingers on her nipple clamps, pushing the handles down so her nipples pull lightly, and then releasing them. Over and over again. Her eyes are clenched closed, and Branch can see the indentation of her teeth in her bottom lip even halfway down her body. He presses the toy upwards again, slow and careful, feeling her quiver from her belly outward. It's beautiful.
"Branch," she whispers. "Oh, fuck. There. Please. Just keep it there."
He doesn't. Poppy groans and throws a leg over his shoulder, crooking her knee to hold him in place. The teal troll slips his mouth from her hip over to her clit and barely brushes it with his nose as he moves the toy again, giving her more stimulation for just a moment before taking it away.
"Branch. Stop teasing."
Branch lifts his head, not surprised her eyes are open and watching him. "But it's so fun," he says.
Poppy squeezes him hard with the leg she's hooked around his neck, and he responds by turning his head and biting her lightly on the back of the knee. The Pop Queen laughs breathlessly and yanks hard on his hair. "Branch," she says, clearly gritting her teeth.
Branch presses the toy up hard, making Poppy yell as she shudders from head to toe, her other leg curling up towards her stomach. Branch grabs her ankle and pulls her leg straight again before lifting it onto his shoulder and letting her press his face against her clit with the strength of her thighs.
He takes the toy off her g-spot, then presses it up hard again. The teal troll repeats the motion every time she lets out another breathless "please." Poppy rides his face with utter abandon, so both of her hands now in his hair and using his lower lip as a friction point to rub her clit hard.
Branch can barely breathe, and he loves it. Making Poppy lose all sense like this is one of his very favorite things. He feels powerful making her feel so good, knowing he's driving her absolutely wild.
"Oh god. BRANCH. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh god." Poppy's voice breaks off into a high whine, and Branch pulls the toy out quickly so he can lick into her as her orgasm takes her.
She quivers against him in a series of aftershocks, clutching him close with her thighs as he lifts his mouth from her cunt and sucks in a desperate breath. Poppy removed her nipple clamps, but her nipples are still pink and hard. Branch slides up between her legs and licks them softly, careful not to rub against her cunt as she shudders and drags her palms down his back.
"Branch" she murmurs after a couple of minutes. She sounds absolutely fucked out, and Branch presses his smile against her mouth, letting her lead the kiss. It's slow and deep and soft. Poppy's hands drag over his arms, then into his hair again, tilting his head a little to change the angle so they can kiss more deeply.
"Beautiful," The teal troll says against her mouth, then drags a kiss along her jaw and down her neck. "Feel good?" he asks.
Poppy laughs brokenly and wraps her arms around his neck, ruffling the sweat-damp hair at his nape. "Oh, I'm great," she says.
Branch pushes her hair off her face and kisses her forehead, then her nose. "You're perfect," he says, and she smiles as their mouths meet again.
2. (Love)- Poppy will never get tired of telling Branch how much she loves him.
Poppy swears she can stare at that charming and pretty face for ages and never get tired of it. No matter the angle or lighting, Branch's face is an absolute treat for her, from his beautiful eyes to his soft lips. Her gaze never leaves his face as he glances over papers and documents for one of her scrapbook pages, and the young troll starts to uncomfortably shift on the couch from the intensity of her stare.
No longer able to bear with the awkwardness, Branch sets his papers down and turns his body to look at Poppy. He flashes her one of his usual pleasant smiles, a lock of his hair falling in front of his face as he tilts his head to the side. "Is there something you need?"
"Not really," The Pop Queen responds alongside a casual shrug of her shoulders. "I was just thinking that I really love you."
No matter how many times Branch hears it from her, it always makes his cheeks turn red, especially when she says it so nonchalantly like that as if it were fact that everybody should know. His features become bashful, and he bows his head down ever so slightly. "I love you too," the teal troll finally answers, tentatively reaching out and linking his fingers with hers.
Poppy lets out a small hum before leaning in close towards her boyfriend, making his breath catch in his throat at the proximity of her lips with his. Branch can feel her breaths against him, an almost imperceptible shiver running down his spine when she locks her gaze with his, Poppy's eyes hooded with a certain raw emotion.
"I really do love you," The Pop Queen repeat, wanting Branch to know and understand the depth of her feelings for him. "I love you so very, very much..."
The teal troll's heart thumps loudly against his chest at how adamant Poppy was in telling him her feelings. His large hand reaches up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her pink skin as he mirrors her expression. There's no need for him to reply with words because they both already know what he would say. Instead, Branch leans forward, deliberately slow and teasing her with the way his lips barely brush against her own.
With the conversation coming to an end, Branch decides to continue by finally closing the gap in between. The Pop Queen sighs in satisfaction against his mouth as Poppy return his kiss with enthusiasm, her own hands flying up to bury them in the teal troll's hair. Poppy loved him, and there's nothing and no one in this world that will ever change her mind.