Of course I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. If I did we wouldn't have had that awful reboot.

Chains rattled in protest to her movements. Buttercup grunted in frustration as she tried in vain to break the ankle cuffs keeping her in the room. She could only make it halfway to the door, but all the way to the window, so at least she had a view. She couldn't remember what she was doing here, and her clothes had been changed. Her top was a simple dark green oversized t-shirt, and her bottoms were black lace panties. The T-shirt obviously wasn't hers, and hung off one shoulder just enough to make it seem intentional. Her long legs were on full display, and she was barefoot.

"Whoever brought me here has a sick sense of taste. What kind of outfit is this anyway?!" She huffed, collapsing back on the bed. The door opened soon after with a soft whoosh, with footsteps echoing as someone entered the room. Buttercup turned around, her mood souring further once she saw who it was.

"I should have known it was you. I knew you were sick. Just not this sick." Butch grinned, the door closing behind him. He made his way to her, his lustful gaze roaming her form unashamed.

"I knew you'd look good in my clothes. But you look good in anything Butterbabe." He crowded her on the bed, lifting her chin so he could drown in her fierce gaze. "And now you're mine." She snorted, pushing him back enough to create space. He had always been handsome, but the dangerous edge to his voice was doing things to her she wasn't comfortable admitting.

"What game are you playing Butch? Let me out of here." He shook his head, his eyes turning regretful as he busied himself by drawing patterns on her arms.

"It's no game. I was tired of waiting for you to come around, so I figured I'd speed up the process. Besides," He leaned back toward her, his nose nuzzling her neck as his right hand lifted it enough to give him access. Buttercup shivered, and it wasn't from anger. "You don't have to lie, not to me. You may not be as twisted as I am, but I have an idea of what you like." He shifted to balance more on the bed, leaving open mouth kisses on her neck and collar bone. Buttercup shivered again, relaxing into his touch. She'd craved it since the moment he'd gotten too handsy during a fight, but she knew Butch was no good for her, not until he grew up. But the way he was touching her and making her body hot wasn't good for her mental capacities. She needed to put the breaks on this if she wanted to escape. She pushed on his chest and he stilled, but didn't move his mouth from her neck or his hand off of her thigh. She took a shuddering breath, composing herself.

"Butch…" Her voice was breathy but she let it be, knowing it would help her case. He hummed, letting her know she had his attention. "Take off my ankle restraints." Her tone left no room for argument, and he shivered against her, kissing her softly one last time before sitting back.

"No can do Butterbutt. You're staying until I want to let you go. And I've been waiting a lifetime to have you all to myself." He pushed her down, straddling her and basking in the murderous look on her face.

"Butch I swear if you don't stop…"

"I love how you say my name, but don't worry. I'll never go further than you're ready for." He grinned, a disarming smile so full of lewd promises Buttercup blushed and turned away, unable to look at him. She could practically see the smirk he was sporting, and she could definitely feel the hard on. He rocked his hips once against her and she gasped, turning wide eyes to look at him.

"Butch!" His smirk widened and he leaned over her, bracing his arms near her head.

"You'll be screaming my name for other reasons soon enough."

"I won't!" His grin was downright sinful as he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Won't you? You're already so wet for me though." He raised his right hand, dragging it slowly down her body until he got to her core. Sure enough, her lace panties were soaked, and it didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. His forest green eyes sparkled as he moved her panties to the side and inserted a finger, grinning as she jerked. He curled them, thrusting in and out in a slow pace as he molded his body over hers, his mouth next to her ear. "Tell me to stop Buttercup and you know I will." Buttercup panted, growing wetter at the way her name fell from his devious lips. One of her fantasies had always been to try bondage, she just didn't know she'd fulfill it after being kidnapped.

"Stop." Butch complied, moving off of her. He sucked on his fingers, releasing them with a pop as he maintained eye contact. Buttercup fought to compose herself as he walked away, pressing his hand to the wall near the door. It slid open after a green light flashed. Buttercup panicked, realizing he was actually going to leave her here.

"Wait, you're seriously leaving me in here?!" He paused at the doorway, turning to look at her over his shoulder.

"I'll be back with your dinner. Try to behave until then."

So this was just an idea of mine. I doubt this is the case but if it seems similar to another author's work then it's a coincidence because I don't steal my ideas from other people. Everything I write is my own and you can do with that what you will. Thanks for reading and I don't plan on writing more than just this chapter but if you guys want more I'll see what I can do lol.