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, please feel free to skip over this one if it makes you uncomfortable.

Track 26: Scotty Doesn't Know – Lustra

Butch closed his eyes in ecstasy as he repressed a moan from deep in his throat, as he felt his hips buck slightly from the waves of pleasure he was receiving from his counterpart.

He was seated on his worn leather couch in his apartment, and Buttercup herself was seated in-between his thighs. Her hands were on him, and oh god he could barely think straight.

He knew he shouldn't be letting her pleasure him like this – after all, the green Puff was supposedly seeing someone if the Townsville press could be believed.

His eyes darkened dangerously as he thought back to when he had first seen the news. The guy she had been spotted with looked like your average Joe – he had no distinguishable features, and nothing stuck out about him. All and all, he was completely and utterly forgettable.

He didn't know what his counterpart was doing with a guy who looked so plan and boring compared to her.

He wasn't jealous. He wasn't.

He glanced back down at her lean form nestled in between his thighs as she pleasured him. His head tilted back into a groan as he reached down to gently stroke her head – encouraging her farther.

He shouldn't be letting her touch him as intimately as she was. She was seeing someone else after all, it should have been a clear indicator that what they were doing was a bad idea from the start.

He knew that he shouldn't let her touch him.

He knew that it was a shitty idea to let her do so.

He knew that she was supposedly seeing someone else, and that he should probably tell her to stop. After all, as far as they were concerned… well… he didn't know what to call them exactly.

But he was a RowdyRuff. He loved bad idea's. He loved it even more when she had her hands on him like this, and he definitely didn't give a shit whither she was seeing someone or not. She came to see him on her own free will after all.

Just like the numerous times before this one.

He bit back a snarl and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as his hips bucked violently, causing him to increase his hold on her head slightly, and though he couldn't be sure – he could have sworn that he felt her smile.

He leaned back onto the couch with a sigh, giving himself a moment to catch his breath and calm his palpating heart. He looked back to where Buttercup was still slightly hunched over, and suddenly he was felt the overwhelming urge to look at her. He reached forward to stroke her cheek, catching her attention.

She sat up and gave him a sultry look that made his mouth go dry. She got up slowly and started to fix her clothes and lipstick casually – as if the activity they had just participated in was a common occurrence between them. (which it basically was at this point.)

His mind struggled to find the proper words to say to her as he fixed his belt buckle, and raked a hand though his jet-black spikes as he continued to watch her straighten herself up.

She was really fucking beautiful. He mused privately. She should be with someone who was equally as awesome and just as beautiful as she was. She really deserved nothing less despite what she thought.

"He doesn't deserve you, you know." The words slipped out faster than he could stop them.

Buttercup paused in the middle of fixing herself up to turn back around and face him. She quirked an eyebrow at him and a half smirk rose on her blood red lips. "and you think you do?"

"I didn't say that." He shot back with a smirk. "But you and I both know that I'm the only one who actually challenges you, besides-" he reached out and tugged her back over to him by her belt loops and onto his lap. Running his hands up her thighs and under her shirt he grinned:

"I bet your boyfriend doesn't make you feel like this."

Buttercup scowled at the mention of the other man and took his hands out from underneath her shirt. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Well he's something – regardless, the prick isn't a good match for you. You need someone who can provide you with a challenge, otherwise you and I both know that you're going to get bored… you always do in the end."

"You don't know that." She shot back, growing frustrated.

"Then why do you keep coming back for more?"

Buttercup fell silent at that, and Butch grinned. He had her backed up into a corner. As much as he knew that she would hate to admit it, she knew that he knew her better than anyone else.

Instead of giving him an answer, she removed his hands from her body, and finished fixing herself up. Stalking towards his apartment door, she ripped it open and shot him a look over her shoulder.

"I'll see you around… maybe." She muttered before bolting off in a flash of lime green.

Butch only chuckled as he fell back against the couch, lacing his hands behind his head – knowing full well that this would not be the last time he saw her.

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XxX

Still she's on her knees and

Scotty doesn't know

Oh Scotty doesn't know-oh

So don't tell Scotty

(Scotty's gotta go)