Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
*Mentions of sex in this chapter.
Track 10: Hatefuck – The Bravery
She didn't know how it happened.
Honestly, Buttercup had no idea how this whole mess had even started.
One minute she had been at a party, enjoying herself and having a grand old time, the next she had spotted her male counterpart Butch, and had gotten in a small disagreement with him that had turned into a full on brawl – and the next thing she knew, the both of them found themselves engaged in a brutal fuck in a back alleyway.
Buttercup hissed as he twisted his hips against hers, and dug her sharp nails into his back in retaliation, as he responded by snarling out her name, and slamming her into the brick wall behind them with more force then before.
If this was any other person, Buttercup would have found it hot, after all – he was strong enough to lift her off the ground and keep her pinned against the wall while he had his way with her. Too bad he happened to be one of the people she hated most in the world.
"Evil bastard." She hissed as she grabbed a handful of his thick black hair and tugged his head up to meet hers.
"Piece of shit Powderpuff." He snarled rudely as he threw his threw his face forward and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
Buttercup sighed in ecstasy and lifted her hips up to meet his, grinning sadistically as she felt his hands grip her legs harder, as a feral growl left his throat, before leaning in and chomping down on her neck.
They continued on for several more minutes before Butch slammed her back against the wall once more and held her in place as he finished with a pleasured roar.
Buttercup allowed a small cry to leave her own blood red lips as she gripped him harder – her legs tightening around his hips – as she reached up to give him a forceful kiss which he returned with just as much vigor.
They stayed melded together until Buttercup was positive she could stand. She tapped her male counterpart's broad shoulder to let him know she was ready, and he gently placed her down, much to her surprise.
They both looked away as they fixed their clothing. Buttercup was straightening her jacket and was desperately trying to fix her lipstick smeared lips and wild, disheveled hair – when she felt Butch reach over and tuck several loose strands of hair behind her ear.
She stared at him, suspired by the small show of affection and he shrugged in response.
"That was good." He rumbled. "Real fucking good."
Buttercup nodded. "It was." She admitted softly.
She turned to leave, only for Butch to reach forward again and stroke her hair, causing her to turn around once more to look at him.
"I want to see you again." He admitted, refusing to meet her lime green gaze, looking almost bashful as he struggled to maintain his rough exterior. Buttercup cocked an eyebrow and leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his mouth in response.
"I'll see you around." She murmured, and took off.
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XxX
There will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you,
you had no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly