It's alentine's Day. Just waiting for someone to give me that V.
Blossom rolled her eyes at one of her classmates' tweet. It's that time of the year. One of their professors was even kind enough to pass around condoms during the last class of the day. Some of the guys took one too many as Princess Morbucks' party was the awaited event for the day. Students were looking forward to it so much so that after the bell rang, the classroom was evacuated even before Mrs. Lewis could state her announcement. The Economics teacher brushed it off and bid the remaining students to enjoy their day.
Blossom headed straight to her locker to drop some of her things and grab her coat. She needed to hurry because Butch was driving her home and she knew the guy was not going to miss the party. The earlier she could meet him, the earlier the Jojo could head over to the party. Blossom spotted Butch in the parking lot after the infamous firstborn Jojo called out for her. She walked towards the black Cadillac and entered the passenger's seat. Unfortunately, it was a rainy afternoon and traffic always came along with the downpour.
Grunting, Butch turned to the parking garage and searched for a vacant space. He unbuckled his seatbelt. "We'll stay here until the traffic ends. I'll just call Brick to tell him, I'll be arriving late."
"Sure, no problem." Blossom watched Butch exit the car for better reception. He dialed his brother's number and placed the mobile to his ears.
She took her eyes away from Butch and trailed it around the car. A pouch bag in the cup holder caught her attention. Chocolates. She expected as much, in fact, she wouldn't be surprised if the car's trunk was actually filled with presents. She loosened the pouch's opening and popped a chocolate ball into her mouth before she began sipping. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Bubbles about the traffic and how she was feeling. Instead of Bubbles, Blossom received a message from Buttercup.
I heard you're with Butch and stuck in traffic. Come on, I know you hate Morbucks but it's a big party. I bet you won't even bump into each other.
Bubbles. Was Blossom's reply.
She didn't like Princess but it wasn't enough reason to avoid her. They're frenemies not rivals. She has her priorities and her baby sister was down with a flu and is in need of some TLC. Blossom switched off her phone and only then did she realize that taste. Blossom sucked the chocolate ball and spat the candy on a tissue paper she grabbed from the compartment. It was a coffee coated chocolate.
"The traffic's still heavy. There's a Cafe on the next building if you want some tea or milk." Butch stated as he slid into the driver's seat.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked after noticing Blossom clutching her blouse and breathing heavily.
He reached out to tuck her hair but when his cold hands, that were exposed from the afternoon breeze, touched her ears, she moaned. Butch felt goosebumps. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. It felt like it was his first time hearing someone moan and it sounded so errotic that it made a certain part of him throb.
Blossom glanced at him and tucked her hair. Butch was dead. He was losing his control. Half-lidded eyes and red tinted cheeks, it felt like an invitation.
"I want you...to t-touch me." Blossom panted.
Butch needed to step out or he would lose control. He reached for the door but his hand was caught midway. Blossom rubbed her cheeks on his knuckles.
"Don't you want to touch me?" She moved his hand to her neck. The cold temperature of his hand was gradually heating up.
"Blossom." Butch's breathing was labored.
Blossom held his hand with both of hers and brought his fingers to her lips. She licked his middle and index fingers before sucking. "Yes?"
He lost it. Butch pulled Blossom in a straddling position on his lap before pulling her into a kiss. Blossom removed his leather jacket and guided his hands with every movement. Chocolate. He tasted chocolate after he was granted access into her mouth. Butch motioned to reach for her cheeks to deepen the kiss but failed. He pulled back to position his hands, only to find both his arms tied tight onto the headrest with the seatbelt.
"What the-" he was cut off with Blossom's finger on his lips. Blossom bit her lower lip as the redhead watched him struggle.
"Did you forget I was a girl scout? You can't release yourself. And, you shouldn't struggle. I don't like it when you're in pain." Blossom pouted. She trailed her hands over his cotton shirt circling her fingers around his nipple. Butch grunted and buckled, making Blossom moan after his clothed member hit her sensitive spot. She licked her lips and caressed her body with her hands, kneading her breast and her other hand moving to her nether region. The situation wasn't helping Butch. He wanted to touch her.
"Tell me, Butch. What do you want? Do you wanna feel good?" Blossom unbuttoned her blouse, displaying her lacy bra as she continued pleasuring herself.
"We can only do this if you want." She taunted while unzipping her jeans.
"Blossom-"
"Milady. Call me, Milady." She corrected.
Butch didn't speak. Blossom smiled and pressed her fingers to her clit. "Mmmmhhmmm."
This was torture. His cock begged to be released as his pants became tighter. Butch tried to unbind his arms but to no avail.
"Please..." He pleaded.
Blossom lifted his shirt to his bound hands. She bit her lower lip and traced her fingers over every crevice of his muscle. Butch's chest heaved, expanding as he breathed, expanding as the small fingers went lower and lower then she stopped. She waited.
"Please, Milady." Butched gasped.
The password was said and he was given access. The driver's seat was reclined and almost instantly, he came. Green eyes widened after feeling the wet cavern of Blossom's mouth. He tipped his head and watched as orange locks moved up and down his pelvis. Was it the pent up sensation or the skilled movements? It didn't matter because this was the best blowjob he has ever had. Everything felt so surreal. Blossom kissed the head of his cock before her mouth was replaced by her smooth gentle hands. He twitched. He was close. But, Blossom wouldn't allow that. She stopped before he could reach the end.
"Blo- Milady." Butch groaned.
Blossom grinned and straddled him. She positioned his head to her entrance but before she could lower herself, Butch took the initiative and pushed himself inside her. Blossom moaned loud and her insides convulsed. She dropped on Butch's chest with her body shivering from ecstasy.
"You're so tight, Milady. I want to touch you." Butch managed to speak after feeling the incredible sensations that the redhead's insides were letting him experience.
Blossom shook her head. "You should be punished."
She straightened her back and began clenching and getting herself accustomed to Butch's size. When she was ready, she started to move, riding him, panting his name, and motions getting faster as they both moved to the rhythm. Blossom moaned as Butch took the lead. She leaned into his lips as they both drowned to the feverish bliss.
But, before they could reach the summit, the blaring sound of Butch's alarm woke him from his pleasurable endeavor. The Jojo cursed and turned off his alarm. He rolled over but his morning wood told otherwise. Sighing, the dark haired Jojo stood from his bed and went to handle his business in the shower.
"Babe! I missed you so much. I know it's just been the weekends but studying under your father can prove itself exhausting. It felt like a week since I saw you." Jemmica pounced onto Butch after she spotted her boyfriend at the cafeteria.
Her joyous voice turned heads inside the cafeteria, like it always has. Who wouldn't? Jemmica was this new girl who snatched the hearts of guys with her beauty and kindness, got along well with girls with her fashion sense and confidence, it was understandable why everybody likes her, everybody but three people, the Utonium sisters. Bubbles tried to ignore her while Buttercup was absolutely transparent with her dislike.
"If looks could kill, Jem would be six feet underground now. Come'n Buttercup, loosen up a little. I don't get it why you hate her." Brick pondered.
"Jem? Ohhh you have a nickname for the bitch. I'm sorry I didn't know you were in an open relationship with your brother." Buttercup fumed.
Brick anxiously looked at Bubbles. The blonde Utonium was emotionally sensitive and while she knew Brick and Jemmica weren't close with each other, hearing his boyfriend call another girl a nickname made her doubt Brick's relationship with Jemmica.
"I'm just saying, why do you hate her so much? She's kind and diligent. She spends time at home to help Dad with their research and there's no problem with her." Brick pointed out.
Bubbles was faltering and Blossom could see it. "Buttercup, enough." The eldest Utonium whispered.
"Enough?! Sis, are we suppose to-" Buttercup stopped herself when she met her sister's gaze. She bit her lip together and nodded her head in defeat before picking up her bag and leaving their table. Bubbles followed after. Brick motioned to follow but Blossom stopped him.
"I don't get it, Blossom." He sighed.
"Because there's nothing to understand. You know when there's that particular person you just hate for no reason. Jemmica is that 'particular person'." She didn't explicitly say to her sisters and her but if Brick understood it as Buttercup's then it would be enough for him to avoid the topic.
Blossom picked up her books and glanced at the table where Butch was seated and the devious smirk that Jemmica masked when Blossom met her eyes was not left unnoticed by the Utonium. Blossom didn't show any emotion and took her leave.
