Disclaimer: The Powerpuff Girls aren't my property!

Author's Note: Naughty language and nakedness ahead. You've been warned. The featured song today is Laid by Matt Nathanson.


His bed is on fire

With passionate love

For the past half hour, Brick had been playing with his girlfriend's hair as she diligently studied for her biology exam tomorrow afternoon. He was hypnotized by the autumn-red color with the softest, slightest amount of golden highlights subtly mixed among Blossom's lengthy tresses. His longer fingers combed through her thick locks, reveling in the silken texture—repeatedly digging his fingers over her scalp to run his digits all the way down, to where the coppery edges curled.

Oh, and the smell that resonated from Blossom's hair was heavenly, a combination of vanilla and warm apple cinnamon, the delicious fragrance like Christmas morning at a coffee shop.

Obviously, Blossom took pride in her hair, maintaining this feature with the utmost precision and delicacy, which Brick was grateful for. Although, he could openly admit the pink Powerpuff Girl's hair wasn't his physical attribute of hers, it was at least somewhere in his Top Five.

Sitting next to Blossom at her ask, Brick gently dipped his face into the side of her neck, snuggling into the soft curtain of her hair like a playful kitten, as his lips sought the sensitive spot on her neck, the spot that drove his favorite girl crazy.

"Pretty flower," Brick murmured. Tenderly, he placed a kiss upon the pulsating erogenous zone, lightly suckling until the skin went from fair to rosy pink.

A vehement shudder rattled throughout her body. "Uugnh," Blossom mewled under her breath, and then she shook her head. "Br-Brick, honey... You have to stop that."

"Why?" he inquired incorrigibly, tuning in to listen to the hummingbird pitter-patt of his girlfriend's heartbeat, the pace quickened in reaction to his feathery kisses.

"Because..." Momentarily, the smartypants Powerpuff lost her train of thought, and then swiftly found it again. "I have to study for my science exam that I have tomorrow," she said, scooting her chair away from his.

"Oh," Brick muttered, the right corner of his mouth raising in a devil-may-care smirk. "I'm sorry, Blossom. Am I distracting you from your studies?"

Ferociously blushing, Blossom reluctantly glanced at Brick, trying not to display too much excitement by the nefarious venom seeping through his husky tone. "Tremendously," she answered, feeling her pupils begin to dilate, as Brick's sin-red irises gazed at her.

Brick stood up from his seat, side-stepping behind Blossom. His menacing shadow cast over her as he leaned over, gingerly slipping his hands over her magnificent breasts. "You've been studying non-stop for the past two hours. I think you can afford a study break."

"Brick, my family is downstairs-"

Instantly, Blossom was silenced when her wicked boyfriend lightly pinched her taut nipples through her thin t-shirt. He tugged upon either pebble as if they were puppet strings, earning an assortment of musical gasps, as Blossom's legs instinctively parted. His hands groped at her breasts for awhile longer—cupping each heavy globe with an enamored, rough touch—before his fingertips roamed down her body, tip-toeing all the way to her womanly center, as he leaned over more and more. One hand wandered inside of Blossom's cotton panties to fiddle with the elongated nub of her pussy, carefully massaging the bundle of nerves by rubbing rhythmic circles around the tip, while his opposite hand swiftly spun her chair around.

Expelling a soft squeak, Blossom whimpered—not in complaint, but in plea. "Brick," she mewled, weaving her fingers through his ginger hair.

"Yes?" he prompted teasingly, somehow also wolfish as he slowly slid Blossom's pink and white boyshorts down her long, peach-colored legs, marveling how the fabric had a round, damp spot. Jesus Christ. "Did you have something to say?"

The candy cane-red blush had spread down the center of the head Powerpuff Girl's body, starting from her supple cheeks, trailing between her endowed tits, and all the way to her vulva—like a subtle-colored road directing Brick to her clit. She was so beautiful like this, with her shirt folding above her chest, so that her tits were exposed, while her panties now rested flat on the floor.

So beautiful.

So sexy.

So his.

Shaking her head, Blossom tucked a loose strand of her auburn hair behind the shell of her ear. "No..."

"Then, why did you say my name?"

"It was an involuntary response."

"To what?"

"To you."

"Oh, you mean like when I do this..." Trailing off, the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys nestled his head between Blossom's parted legs, reacquainting himself with the trimmed, chestnut line of her pussy, as he ghosted his tongue over her needy clitoris—barely touching the glistening bud. "Well, Blossom?"

"Uungh..." Spreading her legs even farther apart, Blossom extended a leg to rest atop the surface of the desk.

Fuck. Her ass must've looked fan-friggin'-tastic, if only he could see.

Still, Blossom's soft moan was worthy of a harder lick...then one more, and then another. Once Brick got the train rolling it was hard to stop. His taste buds demanded it. Brick pressed the flat of his tongue to Blossom's clit, greedily collecting the powerful, pineapple-sweet ambrosia from the lovely goddess herself, owner of his heart and body.

Slightly, he parted Blossom's nether, champagne-pink lips wider, to draw his tongue from the delicious entrance of her leaking inner walls, where the tightness of Blossom's body squeezed around his pink flesh—the warmth of his tongue like a phantom over her g-spot—and then up the thrumming beat of her gorgeous clit, and playfully nestled his nose atop her vulva. (Brick noted Blossom's pubic hair, while more coarse, possessed the same mouthwatering scents her head hair had).

Again and again, Brick repeated the long, rough strokes of his tongue betwixt Blossom's wonderfully wet honeyhole and her clit, eliciting ecstatic whimper after ecstatic whimper, the sounds increasing in volume each time. Blossom's nimble fingers urged Brick's face deeper into her hungry pussy, wordlessly begging him to tongue-fuck her.

Without a doubt, Brick definitely wanted to oblige her, except now he had his own situation to handle. The last thing he wanted to do cream his boxers mid-pussylick, but he was getting there himself, almost as much as Blossom was.

Standing up, Brick bent over to give his girl a hungry, feverish kiss—saliva and feminine nectar slipping from his taste buds. Blossom kissed him, just as hard, the rough and quick motions of her mouth against his expressed her undeniable need for him.

"God, I love you," Brick muttered, eagerly pulling Blossom by the wrists, prompting her to stand up. Kicking away the two desk chairs, he quickly decided that he was time they christen the desk.

"I love you, too," Blossom purred as Brick trailed an abundance of French kisses down her swan-long neck.

Positioning his masculine, wide hands on his girlfriend's hips, Brick propped her to sit on the desk as she worked to undress him. First to be thrown next to Blossom's panties was Brick's maroon t-shirt, then his jeans, and finally his boxers. Blossom marveled at the naked sight of him—muscular, but not over-sized. Her hands were splayed over Brick's boiling skin, grazing her smooth palms over his broad chest and lower torso, while Brick fiddled with the desk drawer in search for protection. One index finger glided over Brick's right pec, curiously circling her fingernail around and around the solid pebble. A very audible groan emanated from his vocal chords, as a rough shiver gave Brick goosebumps.

Grinning, Brick brushed his noise against Blossom's. "See something you like, pretty flower?"

"Mmm..." Blossom connected their lips again as her legs locked around his hops. "I see something I want."

With the condom secured around his cock, Brick drew the corona of his beating manhood up and down her honey-glazed folds. Sweet damn. Despite the rubber barrier, Brick could feel Blossom's burning heat, just at the head, as he lubed up with her juices alone. Yeah. He had gotten his girl all worked up. Brick was one, lucky son of a bitch. Unable to hold back any longer, Brick thrust himself all the way inside Blossom's body, who violently pinched his lower lip between her teeth to keep herself from screaming.

A weaker man would have cum right then and there, his dick surrounded by the pink Powerpuff Girl's vice-like walls—so warm and so tight—but Brick was stronger.

Just barely.

Beginning to stroke his cock in and out of wonderful pussy, Brick slid his hands over Blossom's scalp, through the silky, auburn fibers of hair. He tugged ever-so carefully, as Blossom ground her pussy against his sex, deliberately squeezing her channel around him in the way he loved.

"Harder," Blossom pleaded, her whimpers and mewls unabashedly wanton. "Harder, Brick, please! Oh, fuck me!" Panting, the redhead directed her strawberry milk gaze down between their bodies, fascinated by the repeated invasion of her wet center—his cock never once faltering, practically beating her g-spot with his sex.

"You want me to fuck you harder, babe? You got it," he promised.

Tightly gripping Blossom's amazing, supple, round ass, Brick lifted her up from the desk's surface, as her arms instinctively encircled his shoulders. Up and down, up and down, up and down, Blossom bounced her pussy on and off, on and off, on and off her boyfriend's swollen, thick rod, while the wine-pink buds of her areolae flicked against his brown ones.

"That's it, baby, just ride me," he murmured between sweaty pants.

From this position, Brick's staff sloshed against all the sensitive, sweet spots with Blossom's beautiful, tenacious womanhood, as she hardcore fucked herself on his cock. They grunted and moaned in unison, the noises slightly stifled by their entwined tongues—molding and melding in a battle for dominance. Ugh. The feeling of Blossom's pussy grinding and bouncing on him was fucking amazing, and so, so intense when her walls kissed his heavy hardness, the fit snug and awesome. He buried his face into the side of her neck, again teasing the skin with tongue.

"Briiick!" Blossom whimpered underneath her breath.

Suddenly, her pussy was wetter and tighter than before as a torrent of arousal gushed from the warm hole, the stream bountiful and thick. It dripped, just slightly, onto his balls, the sensation like a light tickle. Blossom's walls spasmed around his cock, trying to milk him for all he was worth, the quick throbbing tempting him to climax with her, and now that she was finished, what was really stopping him?

Kink. That's what.

Once Blossom's orgasm subsided, Brick let her down.

"I'm not far behind you... Wanna help a guy out?" Brick asked, tracing the pad of his thumb across her lower lip.

"I want to try something with you..." With that said, Blossom helped Brick peel the condom off his manhood and led him over to her bed, lowering her back comfortably to the mattress. She pressed her tits together to create an enticing image of perfect cleavage, as Brick squat over her mid-torso.

Yep. He was not going to last much longer.

Wedging his dick between Blossom's breasts, Brick bit down on his tongue. He always knew she was stacked, but damn, this was glorious. How had they never done this before? Brick pumped his cock with Blossom's tits, mesmerized by how they jiggled like Jell-O. His hips gyrated over the tantalizing sight. In a mere seven thrusts later, Brick was a goner. Spurts of warm jism squirted from his cockslit, painting Blossom's chestnut bangs in streams of white.

"Hey!" she complained, her precious locks now slick in seed. "Brick! You messed up my hair!"

Climbing off her with a sheepish smirk plastered to his face, Brick replied, "We can always hop in the shower and I'll shampoo your hair. Easy peasy."

"Ugh... Fine," Blossom agreed with an automatic roll of her eyes, marching toward her private washroom, a small area which was soon going to be overcrowded with hormones. "But no funny business."

Naturally, funny business ensued.