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.
*This was heavily inspired from sarsaparilla's "where the sidewalk ends". I'd go give it a read if I were you.
Track 25: Cold Hard Bitch – JET
Butch moaned in ecstasy as his back was suddenly slammed up against a backstage wall. Buttercup grinned sadistically as she climbed up his body, wrapping her legs around his hips, before kissing him hard on the mouth.
He let another moan escape him as she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down hard, copper flooding his mouth.
He wasn't exactly sure how they ended up like this in the first place. They had been at a concert taking place in some grungy night club in Citysville, and had gotten into an argument/heated grind session that had quickly escalated into her grabbing him by the collar and hulling him off backstage where they were currently.
He blamed the pounding bass guitar that the band member on stage was wailing on. It was keeping perfect time with their pulses.
But if he could admit it – he honestly didn't mind his current position against the wall; with the girl he found so goddamn attractive, yet so infuriatingly temperamental's legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring him to her as she had her way with his lips.
He let his hands trail down to grab her thighs and draw frantic shapes onto them as she devoured his lips with her own. He wouldn't bother trying to deny it- he found it hot when she got violent like this – and while he knew it was a bad idea to fan the flames – he couldn't help but find her so fucking sexy when she was both frustrated and turned on like she was currently.
Now, if she would stop acting like a superior bitch all the time, and just admit to liking him just as much as he did her, then they could really have some fun together…
He gasped as she rolled her pelvis against his – the action making him increase his grip on her thighs to an almost bruising pressure.
Until she admitted that she liked him as more than just an occasional fuck buddy, all he could do was enjoy the hot and heavy moments like this one.
"God you're such a bitch." He growled breathlessly as she nipped at his neck.
"You're an evil prick." She shot back with a gasp as he dug her fingers into her hips.
The pulled back from each other – not leaving any more than an inch between them, as they glared spitefully at one another – panting like wild animals as they fought to catch their breaths.
They stayed like that for a minute or two before Butch jerked his head in the direction of the glowing red Exit sign at the far-right side of the backstage.
"Wanna get out of here?"
"Do you even have to ask?" she snapped as she clung to him like a lifeline.
He grinned.
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XxX
Cold hard bitch
Just a kiss on the lips
And I was on my knees
I'm waiting, give me