#mhh.. should fix the fluff a bit

[cloudsrust]

Mighty.. need of comfort.. ngh-

..Spider!Sozo time.

[oftenderweapons]

i’m so obsessed with ur writing!! could u do more yoongi x kitten cus i love them sm

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 2.5k words

Genre: fluff, smut

Rating: 18+

Hello there!

I'm really working on something with those two! Currently I'm finishing Jk and Candy's piece for Love Talk but after that we're starting again with the new prompt!

For now I can tell you that I have incredibly steamy plans for them even though I expected things to go a bit differently... Let's just say that the polls for the next prompt are still open and they keep surprising me everyday 👀

However, I was really happy to find your ask so I think I could give you a teensy tiny drabble 😉 It picks up from the little extra at the end of Chocolate for Dinner and it's just a drabble, of maybe 2.5k words. Obviously smutty. There is some swearing.

Here is my updated masterlist!

——————————————— "You okay like this, Kitten?" Yoongi asked, checking in on you. "Are you cold, love?"

"It's good, just put it in, Yoongi." You reassured him, pushing your ass back, towards him, trying to brush your crotch against something hard that could give you a bit of pressure.

He groaned and you whined in reply, desperate. "You sound so good, Kitten." with one hand he freed his cock, gripping it and swiping his thumb gently against the tip, his other hand reaching the back of your neck, pressing there. "I can't touch your tits like this, love, are you good with that? Wanna move?"

You whined, using your forearm to prop your upper body up and away from the table just by a few inches, leaving enough space so his arm could eventually  slither up from your waist to your chest. With your other hand you found his thigh, then his wrist and finally the fingers wrapped around his gorgeous, slippery length. You pulled him toward you. "Inside." You whimpered.

Yoongi lost it, pressing his tip to your slit and slowly sinking in. "Fuuuuuuuck, you're so soft and warm and tight. You're gonna kill me like this, Kitten."

Once you reckoned he didn't need his hand for himself anymore, you gripped it, lacing your fingers together and dragging it at your side, below you, at your breast. "Squeeze them, Yoongi."

He groaned. "Kitten, you're so nasty."

"Yeah, I know, just squeeze them." You replied.

He laughed, shocked by your reply. He snapped his hips forward, immediately picking a hard and fast pace. He bent down, indulging in your sensitive ears. "Like this?" He asked before slipping almost all the way out and then back inside aggressively as he pinched your nipple.

"Yoongi, yes!" You exclaimed, his harshness absolutely arousing.

"Not gonna last much." He said, setting his pace in earnest. "You know your safe word, uh?" He reminded you, pausing for a second, until you replied.

"Yes. Yellow to slow down, red to stop."

"Nice." His hips started moving with a tough, quick rhythm, making your tits bounce against the table, both the hand at your nape and at your chest gripping you hard as he used the leverage to push you onto him, as if you were little more than a fuck doll. "Come on, don't be shy, lemme hear you."

Your eyes rolled shut as you let your heavy breathing echo in the room. "I love you." You whispered shyly. "I want to live with your hands on my tits. I love your hands."

Yoongi bent down to listen to your broken rambling. "You do?" His tight grip moved to the supple flesh of your breast his thumb drawing circles on your nipple while his palm and fingers cupped the underside gently but effectively. He always knew how hard and how soft he needed to touch you. You had never had someone as dedicated and attentive as him. "Is this right, Kitten? Does it feel nice?"

"It feels so good." You replied, moaning out the "o". Your inner walls started quivering your hand slowly heading to your clit.

"Love. I'm–" His hand moved. Not the one at your breast, the one at your nape. It slipped forward, toward your throat. "Can I?"

You mewled in delight, nodding. "Please."

You couldn't see him, but Yoongi grinned, slowing down his thrusts as he carefully located your carotid arteries with his digits.

When he found them at the side of your throat, he pressed down gently first, the weight of your head helping him reduce your blood flow enough for you to get dizzy. This, mixed with your standing position, had a rush of adrenaline coursing through you, your whole body focused on what was happening at your pelvis.

He spoke with a grovelling voice. "Kitten, whose is it?"

"Yours." You replied meekly, your head spinning at the extra effort of talking.

"Nope, Kitten. Whose is this?" He said, pushing harder inside you... Oh.

"It's mine." You whispered, your voice sparking up with a whine as he rewarded you, hitting the perfect spot.

"That's right. I'm all yours, Kitten." He was close and you could tell. "I'm fucking yours."

You tightened around him. "Cumming." You whined, your shoulder giving up a little underneath you, making your chest fall on top of the table, trapping his hand, your forehead hitting the hard wood with a thud.

Yoongi took a few more thrusts, getting sloppier, losing his rhythm. "That's it." His fingers lost their grip at your neck, your enhanced blood flow making your head fuzzy. Deciding not to stop, you kept moving your fingers, the feeling too good to let go.

"Kitten, are you...? Fuck!" Yoongi came apart as your second climax began growing. His release made him hammer into you for two or three times, just enough to hit your sweet spot and send you into a mind-blowing high. The sense of fullness enhanced the contractions of your inner muscles that simply found their own pattern of pushing and pulling. "Kitten, love, you're the absolute best." He groaned, finally bending down to kiss your cheek.

The side of your face had completely adhered to the cold surface of the table and you were a little upset that as soon as you opened your eyes, you saw the dirty dishes and the leftovers from your meal.

You had almost forgotten you had both interrupted your dinner to fuck, turned on by someone else's moans, so needy that you couldn't even reach the bedroom.

"Are you with me, ____?" He asked. "Are you all good?"

You nodded. "I'm alive."

Yoongi smiled. "Just alive?"

"Consider it a miracle I haven't died of exceedingly good sex yet." You quipped.

He shook his head, nuzzling into your nape. "Maybe I haven't fucked you good enough yet." He kissed your temple as his fingers, once limp at your breast, grabbed your flesh again. "I think I should keep trying."

You laughed. "It would be one hell of a way to go."

The vibrations from your laugh caused a strange sensation on his sex, which made him curious. "Yup. Do you wanna finish your dinner?"

"Mhh." You reflected. "Maybe we could just let it be and get in bed."

He moaned in relief. "I love you."

"Love you too." You basked in bliss for a few more seconds. "Now roll off me, I have to put the food away and clean up the table."

"Just come to bed." He tried to convince you.

"Go, it'll take a minute." You reassured him.

"I wish we could teleport to bed." He murmured. Again that lovely sensation from your laugh. He knew he would fall for it. He knew he would spend the rest of your night trying to make you laugh with his cock inside you.

But that was for later. Standing up, he pulled out of you, not without you whining in protest, just a little. He snickered and covered himself quickly, donning his zipper and button but leaving his belt undone. Before helping you up, he fixed your panties back in place. "I'd love to see you dripping, but we need to fix the kitchen." He commented, using the arm at your chest to help you up. You felt his release ooze out of you, your brain kindly reminding you there was around a 90% probability that he would lick it clean later. Shaking your head at yourself, you smiled turning your head so he would kiss your lips.

He obeyed gently. "Let me help you with the dishes."

[lil-nct-scenarios-11]

NCT- A Strange Flame || Gang au- part 10

Group: NCT- all members 

Theme: Gang AU 

Type: series: fluff + angst                     

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this

Plot: It’s 10 months later and Jeno and Renjun are at each other’s throats for many revealing reasons and the group realize that this is the start of an inevitable revolt. At their separate homes, the groups both learn a little bit of a bigger truth. 

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

10 Months Later

“Ugh Jeno, come on. It’s so bloody obvious you like Jaemin, stop trying to deny it. I mean it’s almost pathetic how you’re so willing to do everything and anything for him at the drop of a penny,” Haechan exasperates. 

“Yea, just man up and tell him how you feel fam. You’ll feel better, trust me. And it’s pretty clear he likes you too after he lost his shit when you dyed your hair platinum so I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” Chenle says, sipping his milkshake. 

“Can we just drop this whole topic on Jaemin? I mean isn’t that the reason we’re here?” Jeno asks, clearly annoyed. 

“Whoa, well someone’s not havin’ it. Are you on your period or something?” Haechan sneers.

“Shut up. Just stop talking, both of you. I don’t wanna deal with this dumb shit right now. I just wanna eat my damn sandwich in peace, is that too much to ask for?” Jeno asks before taking an extra large bite from his sandwich. 

—

“Renjun! Talk to me! You can’t just ignore me forever, what’s going on?” you stomp after Renjun. 

“Nothing, just leave me alone!” 

“No, not until you give me a reason why!”

“Ugh fine! I’m fed up of you trying to tell me why Jeno is a, quote on quote, ‘good person’. It’s irritating and if anything, it’s just making me despise him even more. I don’t even wanna hear his bloody name anymore!” Renjun explodes.

“But why? He never did anything wrong,” you defend. 

“I’m not gunna tell you,” he barks. “You just wanted a reason why and I gave you one, now leave me the fuck alone!”

“Renjun! Don’t you dare do this to me damnit! You know this is the only time I have to talk to you and I really don’t wanna spend it arguing with you! So stop acting like a child and tell me what’s really going on here!” you demand. 

“You wanna know why I feel the way I do about him? Why don’t I just show you instead?” Renjun says thickly as he marches up to Jeno. 

Jeno stands up from his seat when he sees Renjun incoming and Renjun knocks him off his feet by throwing a firm punch. Jeno gets up with a busted lip and looks beyond pissed. He stomps forward to grab Renjun by his collar and the sound of bone cracking fills the space. Renjun groans but recovers quickly as he goes to punch Jeno again, aiming for his nose as well. Their blood drips and splatters on the once-white tile floors as they give piercing looks, their chests heaving. You grab Renjun and pull him away from Jeno firmly. Their gaze remains unmoved as Haechan and Chenle hold Jeno in place. 

“Keep Winwin away from Kun hyung! He has done nothing but made hyung’s life miserable!” Jeno rages, attempting to come closer to Renjun. 

“Yeah? Well that snake ‘hyung’ of yours, Taeyong, wrongfully took Yuta hyung away from Doyoung hyung and looovess to make a scene doesn’t he?” Renjun seethes. 

“Don’t call hyung a snake! The real snake is Johnny! Just look at what he does to Jaemin,” Jeno retaliates. 

Renjun breaks away from you and grabs a hold of Jeno once more. You forcefully yank Renjun back by the back of his shirt and slide him away from Jeno. 

“STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU! I’ve had enough of this constant fighting! Day in, day out, all I fucking hear is you two saying shit about each other and poking at each others sore spots! I’m done! I’m fucking done with all this bullshit! Go ahead and kill each other, I’m done! I could care less at this point, I don’t want anything to do with either of you! If you or you die, good for you! Problem fucking solved right? Isn’t that what you want anyways? Actually no, I don’t care. I’m leaving, you two can get back to killing each other,” you yell harshly as you stomp away. 

Everyone in the room falls silent and seemed to be frozen so no one dared to go after you. Even Jeno and Renjun looked at each other in shock but it was Jaemin who steps in and helps the two fallen boys onto their feet. 

”Jisung and Chenle, can you two go get some ice packs for me please? And Haechan could you fetch some towels?” Jaemin asks gently as he guides the bleeding guys to a seat. His soothing, silky voice helps everyone snap back into reality and sends the three right to work. He sits Jeno and Renjun beside each other and they shift towards each other but Jaemin just put a soft hand on their chest and they get the message.

“Jae I’m sorry I-” Jeno starts but Jaemin silences him by putting his hand up. 

“Don’t bother. Let’s just fix you two up, it’s best not to raise any suspicion at home,” Jaemin says delicately. 

Haechan jogs from the hallway into the corridor where the guys were and hands Jaemin one of the towels as he says, “You’re lucky no one heard you. If anyone did, it would’ve been a real mess. Anyways, I managed to get some towels and water bottles from the gym room, thankfully it was empty in there.” 

“Yea,” Renjun mumbles as Haechan gives him a bottle and towel.

Jaemin on the other hand, takes the towel and wets it a bit then starts to clean Jeno’s busted lip. Jeno hisses in pain but he just looks at Jaemin as he carefully dabs his lip and his heart swells in admiration but falls into his stomach in shame. He really didn’t mean to drag him into the middle of this argument but Jaemin is the reason why they both fought so passionately, even if they didn’t realize it at the time. 

“We couldn’t find a ice vendor but we got some cold soda?” Jisung’s voice echoes from behind the group, causing them to turn around. 

“That’s fine, bring it here,” Jaemin reassures as he waves them to come over. The duo gives the icy cans to Haechan and they ask if there’s anything else to do. 

“No, that’ll be all from you guys, thanks. But as for you two,” Jaemin turns to the bloody duo, “this needs to end. If you keep this up, Y/N isn’t the only one who’s gunna turn his/her back on you guys. And clean up your own mess that you made. Here ice your face for a while then get to work.” 

_______ 

“Renjun, be more careful next time, ok? It hurts me to see you like this,” Hansol says quietly to Renjun as he lets him rest his head on his lap and brushes stray hair off his face. 

“There won’t.. there can’t be a ‘next time’ because I’m afraid of losing Jaemin too hyung. When I saw Y/N walk out, I realized I really messed up because I know he/she isn’t coming back. He/she really meant it and I saw the look in Jae’s eye and I knew he did too. So I can’t do this anymore, I don’t want to lose anyone else hyung,” Renjun says softly as a single tear trickles down his face. 

“I know Ren. I promise, as long as you stick to your word, Jaemin will never leave your side,” Hansol smiles down at Renjun sadly, continuing to pat his hair. 

Jaehyun comes towards them with plates in hand and sloppily sets it down on the table and mumbles, “Doyoung said to eat,” before jumping into an empty seat on the couch, watching TV and messily eating off his plate. 

Hansol shifts and helps Renjun to sit up against a pillow then gently hands him his plate, “Here you go. I’ll be right back, I’ll go bring you some water. Hey Jaehyun, do you want anything to drink?” 

“Huh? Oh uhhh yea, I’ll take some cola,” Jaehyun replies without peeling his eyes off the screen. 

“Okie then, I’ll be back,” Hansol says before leaving. 

“SO…” Jaehyun exclaims as he turns to face Renjun, causing him to jump in shock. “Tell. Me. EVERYTHING. How did it feel to punch that bleached brat on his ‘oh so perfect’ chiseled face? You liked it didn’t you? Mhh I can see it on your face, you don’t have to hide it. That’s how we all started. All it took was one punch then the thirst of blood becomes a part of us. I’m proud of you Renjun, I didn’t think you had it in you. Thought that Y/N person was softening you up but they seem good for something after all. But yea, congrats little one, you officially proved yourself to be a part of the gang so we gotta get you your own black leather jacket now. I’m pretty sure Doyoung hyung is already stitching your name on the back of one right now. Haha, really I’m happy for you Renjun and hey let me know if you need anything ok?” Jaehyun announces as he leans over to give Renjun a fist bump. 

As Renjun hesitantly returns the bump, Hansol walks in and Renjun retracts his hand quickly. Jaehyun just chuckles to himself and goes back to his dinner and show. 

“What’s going on here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two ever talk, let alone fist bump. Oooh no, I know. Look Jaehyun, I don’t know what you told him but he isn’t like what you think so just keep away from him and leave him alone. Don’t feed him lies and make him do shit that you think will make-” 

“Hyung, chill. I got the message so you can save your breath and besides I just congratulated him that’s all,” Jaehyun says with a wink as he gets up to leave. 

Hansol just sighs heavily as he face-palms himself so Renjun speaks up, “Hyung it’s ok. We were just talking it’s not a big deal and you should go get some rest yourself, you have work tomorrow don’t you?” 

“Yea that’s true but if he said some dumb shit to you then you come let me know ok?” He states sternly. 

“Yes hyung I know, I know,” Renjun sighs. 

“Ok good, well I’m off to bed so goodnight Ren,” Hansol yawns. 

“Night hyung,” he replies. 

A few moments later Mark, Jaemin, and Jisung walk into the room, all with mixed emotions and before Renjun had the chance to ask what happened, he sees Doyoung following them then he understands. On Sundays Doyoung has made it a habit to gather the guys and give them a lecture about whatever is on his mind, mostly education and how important it and stuff like that. But he had a very stern look on his face and Renjun already knew it was about the fight. Everyone sits on the couch to settle in but Doyoung remains standing.

“So, you all have eaten right?” Doyoung checks. 

Everyone nods and Jisung pipes up, “But hyung why haven’t you eaten yet?” 

“Oh I’m just not hungry right now, I’ll eat later but thanks for asking. Ren, how are you feeling? Do you need another ice pack or anything?” Doyoung asks, his expression softening a bit. 

Renjun shakes his head and says, “No, I’m good hyung, thanks.” 

“Ugh can you just hurry up and start already? I have something to do,” Mark grumbles. 

“Actually, you can just go. This conversation won’t pertain to you since you’re already 18 and you’re not technically my responsibility anymore,” Doyoung sasses. Mark scoffs and just walks away, towards Johnny no doubt. 

“Ok now that he’s gone we can start. I just wanna start off by saying I am disappointed in you guys. I can’t believe that someone here went up to that Jeno boy and punched him. Is that what I taught you guys? I thought I raised you well, I didn’t realize that you decided to listen to Johnny instead. Did you guys forget who the real leader here is too? I’m just disappointed, that’s all I’ll say about that. Anyways, that’s not the point of this discussion. The real reason is that I wanna know which one of you invited someone from the Color Pop gang here. Because I’m not sure how else this bomber jacket made its way into the house.” Doyoung asks as he lifts a pastel pink, baby blue, and white colored bomber jacket that is indeed from the Color Pop gang.

The boys just look at each other with wide eyes, silently trying to figure out who brought it.

“Did you bring it by mistake Jisung?” Jaemin whispers silently. 

“No, I thought Renjun brought it to stop the blood on his face,” Jisung replies quickly. 

“Are you stupid? Do you see any blood on that jacket?” Renjun asks irritatedly. 

“So now that you guys done discussing amongst yourselves, who’s is this?” Doyoung questions once more.

_________

“Kun, I don’t want to go inside. No one even cares if I’m there or not so what’s the point babe? Why can’t I just pack my stuff and come live with you? I hate having to leave you like this every night and I hate having to keep you a secret. I love you Kun, please don’t make me go,” Winwin pleads tearfully as he hides his face in Kun’s chest. 

Kun holds Winwin’s face and plants a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s supple lips. “Baby I love you too but I promise I’ll come pick you up in the morning, same as always. You will still have a part of me there with you at night, remember the jacket? And babe, I promise once or if things ever get better then we’ll announce it to the whole world. But for now, I’m afraid we just gotta wait my love,” Kun says glumly, pressing his forehead against Winwin’s. 

Winwin nods as he holds onto Kun’s hand that was wiping away his tears and he whispers, “Okay babe, I’m gunna go inside. I love you Kun, I’ll see you in the morning love.” 

“Ok love, good night,” Kun replies, kiss him goodbye. 

“Good night,” Winwin says from the door as Kun walks back to his car. Winwin unlocks the door and waves before he disappears inside. 

“Winwin?” a groggy voice cracks in the soft light. 

Winwin’s head darts towards the voice and he sees Doyoung’s head resting on his hand on the table. “Doyoung hyung? Why are you sleeping at the table?” 

“Not sleeping, waiting. Come eat dinner with me please, I’ll heat up the food again,” Doyoung says as he gets up from his seat. 

So Winwin comes and helps Doyoung heat up their food, not minding the time that displays a 1:48 am in neon green. They sit at the table just the two of them and eat in silence until Winwin asks, “Hyung, why did you wait for me? You should’ve eaten and went to bed, you have work in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t have had to wait this long if you came home earlier,” Doyoung jokes lightly. “I had to make sure you had something to eat before you went to bed yourself. And I wouldn’t have to do that if you’d just introduce me to the lucky person who keeps you so late.” 

Winwin blushes like crazy but lets out a light chuckle. “I’m sorry for worrying you hyung. And I’m sorry but I can’t introduce you to my boyfriend.” 

“Is this his?” Doyoung asks, gently sliding the bomber jacket from earlier across the table to show him. Winwin looks at the jacket and his eyes go wide in shock then keeps his head down in guilt and fear. 

“Mhh, I understand,” Doyoung smiles bittersweetly. Here, take it. Keep this in a safer place away from where anyone can find it ok? I don’t want anyone else to see this, this is never happened.” 

Winwin looks up surprisedly and takes the jacket softly, muttering, ”Thank you hyung.” 

________

“Y/N?” Yuta calls out in a whispered shout. 

“Here,” you raise your hand so Yuta can hurry over to you.

“Hey, thanks for meeting me so late. I heard about what happened so I brought your stuff with me, figured you’d want it back since you’re not staying with us anymore,” Yuta says casually, handing you a bag.

“Thanks. So what did you want to talk to me about? And I hope it’s not some lecture ‘cuz I thought I made it clear that I-” you start, pointing a finger at him. 

“You did. Oh boy, you made it very clear that you don’t wanna interact with Jeno at all so that’s why I thank you for coming out to see me. I’ll just get straight to the point ‘cuz its gunna take a while cuz its gunna be hard for me to finally say o what I’m about to tell you. Ok, I called ‘cuz I need your help with something and I know you’ll reject the idea if I just tell you right now but for you to understand where I’m coming from I’m gunna tell you a story about how I ended up with Taeyong.” 

“Hyung/oppa, you already told me this story. It’s one of a kind but just tell me what is it that you need my help for.”

“No, I never told you the real story. It’s time that I tell you the truth and I’m warning you, you might feel differently about me when you hear to the end of it.”

Part 11

* I can not believe its taken me a whole month to finally post this part, I am honestly so sorry for making you guys wait so long but hey at least I didn’t leave you off on a cliffhanger as bad as this one 

*but I genuinely hope you guys liked this part, please leave a comment below, I wanna know if you liked the fight scene or the part of Kun and Winwin or just anything, I really appreciate hearing back from you guys especially when you ask questions regarding the story or any sort of constructive criticism  

*thank you so much for taking the time to read this

[im-abanana]

If you are taking requests, could you possibly write what happens after the movie like your prequel: Light Blue Sky, Bright Pink Flower. It could be a smut to show how much closer they have gotten after their adventure together and after confessing they love each other. Please and thank you.

Here you are my dear anon! :) I hope you’ll like this little fic (Fluff/Smut/Surprise at the end). 

When I read “It could be a smut.” my mind just elaborated “Do a Smut in that fic!”, so here you go. OwO Enjoy a little piece of my madness.

Thatwarm and bright evening was completely silent, just like the tiredbut satisfied Trolls, asleep in their colorful pods and under softand fluffy blankets made of leaves and hair. Man, what a long daythey had: after their return to the Troll Tree, that was right in themiddle of the new and finally happy Bergen Town, the little singingand dancing creatures had a lot of work to do: building and makingnew pods, fixing the Tree’s broken roots and branches, secure thewild area, pulling weeds, moving things and supplies from their oldhome… yeah, that was exhausting and boring, but necessary.

AndPoppy, the happiest, the most loved and the most positive of all ofthe Rainbow Trolls, was now the new and beloved Queen, so she had alot of responsabilities and duties to perform. Of course, her fatherhelped her with his long experience and wisdom, but still… The girlwas in fact still awake, with big dark circles around her magentaeyes, and was talking to herself, resuming the day’s activitiesquickly and with attention: “Ok, so… It’s been a week, alooooooong week, and I must say we fixed and did a lot ofwork, that’s very good. The roots are ready, green and healty, as thecrown of the Tree, full of leaves and flowers. But we need more podsbecause the population is increasing and the kids are growing, soonthey will need their own little homes! Also, the Tree’s bark is fartoo friable and full of dangerous splinters, and we must create azone for-…”.

“Woah,talking to yourself, Pops? Work and organization sucks, right? Youlook dead tired right now!” a familiar and gentle male voice calledher from not so far, with an ironic but worried tone and crossed,strong blue-green arms. “You’re tiring yourself too much, youshould go to sleep. You are working so hard these days, and for thefirst time of your life! No parties, no jumping in the fields, nosmelling flowers or hugging randomly… you must be lost right now,am I right…”.

“Oh!Branch, it’s just you. Are you still up too, uh?” the royal femalelaughed sincerely and greeted her new and now happy boyfriend,standing up, quickly approaching him and resting her heavy andthrobbing head on his right and strong shoulder, sighing and huffingout her great frustration. “You are right. I know I should get somerest, you’re totally right, but everyone’s counting on me and I don’twanna let them down. Remember, we are in a big, big hurry. The coldseason is coming, you know that, we can’t risk our subjects’ lifelike this. We’ll freeze!”.

“Iknow that indeed, that’s the worst time of the damn year and it’shard to survive without enough supplies, but our work’s half done andthe cold season will come the next month. We’ll be ready in a week ortwo, I promise.” Branch hugged her tightly, trying to comfort andcalm her, caressing her slim and elegant back. “And I’ll be thereto help you if you’ll need me, always. What you’re doing right now,tormenting youself and worrying too much, won’t help at all. Come on,let’s head inside, there are plenty of warm blankets and pillows, agood rest and everything’ll seem alright.”.

“Iguess you’re right as always, you smart, ex-survivalist. Your help isinvaluable, without your guide and precious advices I don’t know whatI would do.” Poppy nuzzled his neck and kissed his left andslightly glittery cheek, closing her bright eyes and smelling him,finally peaceful and quiet in his arms. “You’ll make a great Kingone day, you care so much about me and our people, and everybodyloves and respects you.” she added with a bold smirk, giggling andpunching his back. “King Branch, sounds pretty good right? The badthing is that you’ll have to wear a beautiful flower crown, eheh! I’maware you hate them, I’m so sorry.”.

Thecolorful survivalist gulped and blushed visibly, rubbing his nape andlooking away, embarassed and shy as always. “D-do you really thinkso? I’ll be good enough for the Trolls? For you? Do you really wantme, will you really choose the dull, always prepared andstrange me? I… just don’t know if I deserve that…”.

“No,you won’t be good enough, Branch.” the pink girl slowly shook herhead, looking strangely strict, serious and severe, looking at himinto his light blue eyes, now full of surprise and esitation. “You’llbe perfect for us all. I chose you, and maybe that was thebest decision of my whole life. And I’d choose you, always.” shesmiled widely then, amused by his unsure reactions, grabbing hisstrong but pudgy waist and, on her tiptoes, she pressed her perfumedlips on his, in a kind but passionate and needed kiss.

Branchgroaned and smiled during that welcomed act of affection, his heartfull of joy and pride hearing those beautiful words, and used hisfree and big hands to grab her fluffy hair and gently pull it,knowing how much she would like it. As planned, he heard a tiny butexcited squeal and felt her body against his, hot and tempting.

Whenthey pulled away, Poppy grinned and licked her wet and now flushedmouth, fixing a lock of hair and putting it behind her round ear. “Isee what you did there, are you trying to make me relax in thatway? What a naughty and smug Troll you are, Branch.” the Queenasked, lifting an eyebrow and snickering, a hand on her hip. “But Iam too, so… will you join me in my bedroom?”.

Itwas not like they’ve never done it before or that it was their firsttime: in fact, during those short and maybe too fast weeks, theyfound themselves inseparable and deeply connected, in any existingform. Even in that form. But it was still a strange feelingfor Branch, being inside his girlfriend’s form and whispering lovingphrases, sweet nothings and poetries in her rounded ears.

“Youok, Branch?” Poppy panted with a little and kind smile on her face,her many freckles shone in the darkness as she looked into his lightblue eyes, beneath his muscular but chubby body. Her slim hipsbounced up and down slowly, meeting Branch’s unhurried thrusts. “Youseem a little… uh, restrained? Like you want to say something.”.

“No,no. It’s alright up here. Are you ok down there?” the survivalistsmiled back and laughed, kissing her forehead for a moment andcontinuing his movements, then the male got closer to her right earand huffing: “But maybe you’re right, I would like to saysomething. It’s just… I cannot find the words to describe myfeelings right now, and… damn, I can’t find the words to tell youhow much you mean to me. Maybe I am a poet, well… sort of, butsometimes, especially when I’m around you, I can’t find the right wayto tell you how I feel.”.

“Thenshow me. If you can’t find the right words, then use yourself becauseyou, just you are more than enough for me.” the Queen hugged him,nuzzling against his chest, deeply touched by his sincere words.

Thepink Troll felt her partner speeding up after a few moments ofreflection and esitation, and his royal blue-purple hair twirlingaround hers in a passionate and affectionate dance they shared a lotof times, together and connected, in that fluffy and comfortable bed.“Mhh-!” she moaned, spreading her long legs a bit more, grabbinghim by the waist, and moving her pelvis along with the survivalist’s.

Branchlicked his rather sharp teeth, drooling a little and panting a lot,still not very used to those act of intimate affection, then hegently bit the female’s breasts, sucking them and using his tongue tolap her excited and red nipples, enjoying her wails and whines ofpleasure.

SuddenlyPoppy used her great strength and agility to lift her smaller bodyup, helping herself with her behind’s muscles, sitting on the blueTroll’s lap and smirking, happy to finally be on top. Sheloved it, when she could move and watch her boyfriend’s desperateexpressions, closely. With a loud but muffled scream, she started toride her companion’s rod with speed, while kissing him on the lipsand rubbing his belly and nape with her free arms.

“Ugh!”Branch groaned loudly, his eyes barely open and his tongue out,sitting on the pallet and enjoying the show his girlfriend wasputting up. He felt a warmth in his groin area and his manhoodswelling inside her damp and dripping slit. “She really loves tobe on top, uh…”.

“Someone’sapproaching his peak, Branchie? Awh!” the smug and self-confidentQueen joked while huffing, rubbing his cheek and pressing herforehead against his sweaty one for a second. “It’s ok, I-I’mreaching it too… j-just let it out… will you?”, Poppy knew howto make him come anyway, in fact she knew a really, really sweet spotof his: smiling and smirking, she opened her mouth again and bitgently his pointy and moving ear with her rounded teeth.

“P-Poppy!”he shouted with a not-so-manly and very surprised tone, his handsgrabbing her slim hips on instinct and his organ emptying itselfinside the Queen’s welcoming and warm canal, filling her up with hiswhite and fertile sexual liquid, that poured out slowly, on the dirtyand now messy sheets. “Mpgh…”.

“Branch!”Poppy shivered in pleasure right after him, clenching her muscularinner walls around her partner’s dick and riding out her own orgasm,while electric waves clawled up and down her arching back. “Ahh…”she concluded after a long minute, falling back on the mattress alongwith the survivalist, both of them dead tired, panting visibly andsweaty. But satisfied. Really satisfied. “I admit it… that…relaxed me quite alot.”.

“T-Toldyou… And guess what, that even helped me, you know… gathering abit of courage to tell you something.” the survivalist laughedweakly, kissing her lips for the last time and suddenly sitting onthe bed, grabbing his green gilet and searching for something in itspockets. When he found and took it, he turned towards hisgirlfriends, hands behind his naked back and an embarassed smile onhis chubby face. “Poppy, we’ve known each other for so long, 20years, and I never found the bravery or guts to talk to you, never.But believe me when I say that I loved you so, so much. I loved youwith all my heart and soul, but I was a coward and I was scared.Scared to lose you, like I lost my grandma. Only during our journeyand especially in that pot, when you lost your hope, happiness andcolors, I found myself finally capable to show my real feelings andto tell you I loved you. I couldn’t let you go, I couldn’t see youall grey and sad like I was. And gosh, when you told me you loved meback… I just couldn’t believe it: you, the most perfect and…well, rather annoying dork, my love interest, my beloved party-lovingand funny Princess, loved me! You didn’t give up on me, that’s why Ifell in love with you long, long ago; with your smile you were ableto bright my days and fantasies, especially when I wrote poetriesabout you. You are my bigger inspiration and an essential part of mynew, colorful and beautiful life. And even if maybe’s too early…I’d like to make it official.”.

“…B-Branch? What do you mean, what are you trying to say?” Poppyasked, a little insecure and excited, with her big, enrapturedmagenta eyes, looking at the little and opened black box with agolden and shiny ring inside, right in front of her.

“Poppy,will you marry me?”.