Butch doesn't know if he should fight back or pin her against the nearest wall and fuck her until his ears are drowned by her voice and voice alone. Moaning, begging him to do it faster, faster, faster.
He wanted her, he wanted Bubbles.
He feels sick. So disgustingly sick at the forming bulge in his pant by this side of her. He never knew it was even possible for her to be this—this furious.
He doesn't even know why he's so turned on by the fiery glint in her eyes. She'd always been the non-violent one. The non-intimidating one. But here she stands before him now practically seething in fury that only people like them—him, could even produce.
Shooting laser beams at him, she lets out the most gruesomely colorful words in that he'd never predicted to ever come out from those supposedly innocent plump lips of hers.
Destruction surrounds them, the entire perimeter in ruins. They're far too drunk in bloodlust to even care.
She lunges into him. Her accompanying growl is so animalistic—so predatory that he can't help himself anymore.
Inhumanely strong hands grip her wrists, their faces are so near he can feel her hot breath on his skin.
This time it's him that lunges into her. Mouths pressing roughly on each other as their bodies merge into one.
R & R :)