Warning: 🍋. Might as well have water with you, and for those who are under 18, don't read. And just in case you don't know, The Blue Mystor's Branch (dominant) and Innocent Poppy and she doesn't know his identity. Basically a short au of my story Branchception. Plus, it's after the movie and during the series.
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As of these nights occur, our two favorite trolls started visiting each other secretly, though scared of what everyone, especially her dad, having to find out that their queen is dating the village survivalist now masked superstar. Poppy was more concerned about that matter, but Branch...I don't think so. Visitations started to turn into teases and accidental walk ins. And walk ins led to inappropriate "play dates".
So here they are now, inside Poppy's pod in the middle of the night, with Branch trying to seduce her, and Poppy trying to avoid it, scared they might get caught.
"I wonder what dad would say if he were to know that you would be sharing a bed with The Blue Mystor tonight." Poppy was quick to avoid his gaze but she couldn't avoid the two soft fingers that began walking on her thigh.
"S-surely you'd be toast."
Poppy cursed herself for stuttering because now Branch knew that she was in his hands.
"And be hotter than I already am?" Poppy snorted a laugh and Branch smirked as well, moving his fingertips on her thigh in swirls. Poppy's body betrayed her as it shivered under his touch and she pulled her blankets over her as an excuse to she's cold.
"Good night Blue Mystor. You should leave now." She turned to her back to him, pulling her blanket well up to her neck as he removed his hand from her thigh. Branch let out a chuckle.
"Not even a good night kiss?" He asked teasingly.
"In your dreams." Branch smirked, and he straddled her, before beginning to tickle her. Poppy gasped and tried to push him away, kicking her feet as she tried to fight the tickles and laughter. He continued to tickle her to the point where she was in tears, begging for him to stop and the blanket fell on the ground.
Branch stopped, putting his hands on either side of her head. Poppy was still giggling, her lungs gasping for air and her stomach twisting with all the laughter.
"Maybe. But I'm sure I'll be in yours." He let out a smirk before crawling downwards, bringing his eye level to her revealed stomach (she was in her pj's). With all the wiggling she had done to stop him tickling her, her shirt had rode up and he was going to take an advantage.
"H-Hey, wait-" But her voice was cut with a gasp as Branch began to place soft, warm kisses on her stomach, leading upwards. He trailed many soft kisses, occasionally licking, up and stopped before he reached her bare breasts, where her shirt stopped rising. Branch skipped over her shirt and moved to her neck, allowing his kisses to become gentle sucks.
Poppy's body shuddered under his attention, her skin alive with all the warm kisses he left her. By the time Branch reached her neck, she was completely at his mercy, a mess of writhing and small moaned hums under him. Branch moved down her neck and to her collarbone, where he kissed gently at first, before Poppy realized it was getting increasingly warm almost hurting a bit.
Branch stopped and looking at the brand new, red and pouted at the love mark he left on her, complacent with his actions. "Poppy?" He asked, his voice in a deep tone that made her shiver. Her eyes fluttered open, the pink in her eyes many shades darker.
"Yes Blue?" She whispered. Branch stared into her magenta eyes, so drawn in, so lured by her look that he wanted to claim her fully his right then and there.
"I'm sorry." Branch trailed his fingers gently up her sides, making her squirm under him. He let his hands travel under her shirt and pulled it over her soft mounds. Poppy was blushing, the red tint making her all the more beautiful to him. He wanted to stare; she was like a piece of art – but his body was yearning for more than just to stare.
Branch moved back down to her stomach, peppering kisses all over. He slowly made his way upward, allowing himself small pecks until he moved to her breasts. With heightened senses, he could feel her tense, hear her soft moans and her accelerated heartbeat and even smell the sweet scent that was growing within her as he started to sponge kiss around her breasts.
Poppy's body was hot, burning with all the sensations that Branch was providing her with. Pleasure was pooling deep within her stomach and she couldn't stop her legs from rubbing against each other. Her hips squirmed as his tongue flicked her left nipple, a gasp slipping out of her lips as his fingers gently pinched the other.
Branch brought one of her breasts into his mouth and he gave gentle sucks, Poppy's body arching towards his attention and whimpering towards the action. She bit her lip and let out a shuddered sigh and Branch watched her, all the while enjoying her feedback. He detached from her breast and trailed pecks between her soft mounds and up her neck, across her chin and to her hips.
The kiss was anything than gentle, his hot tongue teasing her bottom lips, coaxing them to open. Poppy complied, her lips barely parting before Branch possessed her mouth, their tongues mingling and desire coursing through their veins. A blue hand traveled up her back and held her flesh against him. His other hand trailed downward and over her shorts. His touch startled her and her legs tensed and Branch pulled away from their heated kiss.
"B-Blue Mystor." She breathed. He shushed her softly.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to." He replied. They remained close, her eyes watching his half-lidded, and their breaths in a mixture of huffs. They remained this way, Branch's hand resting gently on her thigh. Poppy gulped and her legs slowly eased apart, a brand new flush covering her cheeks. Branch was more than happy with the permission, but he didn't want to advance before making sure. "Are you sure?" He asked gently, moving some hair out of her face. She nodded, hesitantly at first, until she found her voice.
"Y-Yes." Branch let out a soft smile and kissed her a whole lot more gently this time, allowing his hands to slide in between her thighs. The sensation of the claws sliding past her skin tickled as they slowly reached closer and closer in between, until the sensation was replaced by something different. One singular blue hand creeped over the soft fabric of her pyjama shorts, making Poppy writhe and elicited a moan from her lips. She flushed a brighter red and Branch pressed his lips against hers.
"It's okay." He said against her lips softly and his fingers began to pass over her sensitivity several times, loving the friction she was causing against his body. He replaced his hands with his fingertips and rubbed over the fabric, barely being able to faintly feel the warmth that was seeping through the cloth. She began kissing him, moaning into his mouth and Branch growled, his desire burning him. He was quick to move her shorts aside and touch over the small piece of fabric that shielded him from her, the warmth feeling stronger against the leather of his hand.
The mixed sensations of the hands and fingertips had Poppy going crazy, her body pressed against his and her lips attached to his to silence her moans. There was a small beep that drew Branch away from Poppy, leaving her feeling cold and panting for air. He has a timer on his hugtime bracelet, signaling him that he had to return home before morning.
"No...No not yet." She begged quietly.
"I'm sorry Princess (his pet name for her)...But I have to go before my boss gets mad and...I don't think I'm ready to show you my real identity yet." Poppy groaned and ran her hands through his hair in hopes of making him stay. "Poppy." He growled and Poppy gave up with a sigh.
"You know I can't stand you sometimes." She said with a soft peck between each word.
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This if just part one, the next coming up eventually.
