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Enough was enough. Blossom had spent the last few weeks sulking, filling her emptiness with pints of Ben and Jerry's, and only leaving her apartment when absolutely necessary. She wasn't depressed, diagnostically speaking, but a broken heart had a way of bringing out the worst in a person. Broken heart wasn't really the right phrase, she didn't love him anymore, she hadn't for some time. It was the memory of what once was that caused her anguish, and that kept her by his side far longer than she should've been. Recently her overwhelming sadness had transitioned to a boiling anger and now, eyeing herself in her streak-free vanity mirror, she felt something completely new.
She felt strong. Relieved. Walking away from her detrimental relationship with he who shall not be named had been the best decision of her life. She knew it was, even in the beginning when she found herself spontaneously crying each time something insignificant reminded her of their failed relationship and her own wasted youth. That's what he was, insignificant. Blossom, however, was a catch. And a damn fine girlfriend, if she did say so herself. Just because that controlling prick couldn't see her worth didn't mean she couldn't. Only a few short weeks without him constantly putting her down and she was already regaining her former confidence. She felt better than she had in a long time. Maybe it was just the music that she had been steady blaring, the lyrical relevance to her own life uncanny. The words reassuring her of her own self worth. Or maybe her skills had actually improved from watching all those 'makeup and murder' videos that she found herself suddenly binging, (For lack of anything better to watch, and not because she was a woman scorned..) but dammit she felt hot. Hot, and ready for a new beginning.
It's not like she was out for revenge. She had nothing to prove to anyone, least of all him. Now that she finally had the freedom to do anything, and her mourning stage had passed (thank god), she wanted to have some fun. The kind of fun that she never got the chance at before. The kind that single, empowered woman got to have whenever they wanted. And why shouldn't they? Because men were supposed to be the only ones capable of a no strings hookup, while women were made to feel ashamed of their sexuality? She was having none of it. The longer she spent on her own, the more her need grew. The need to take back her body, to overwrite her ex altogether.
Blossom was feeling particularly confident in the little black number that Princess had gifted her for her birthday the previous year. The same one that she had immediately been shamed for liking, and had ultimately chosen to hide in the back of her closet.
Only a whore would wear something like that.
Fuck him. It was her damn body and she would do what she wanted with it. And that night she wanted to go out wearing the risqué, one of a kind dress that showed off her toned legs that she had spent so much time refining. If she just so happened to meet a guy, well…
Parking in Metroville was a joke. Especially on a Saturday night in the middle of downtown. Not a single place to park near the club, which meant she had to walk a few blocks in her heels. Of course she could have flown, or floated, but she was in Metroville for a reason. She didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to the fact that she was a super, the people there didn't know her, and she wanted to keep it that way. So unfortunately, walking it was. She wasn't worried about her feet blistering or anything, that was impossible. It's just, it had been ages since she'd been 'allowed' (cringe) to wear anything so high, so intimidating. Imagine a Powerpuff- correction, former Powerpuff, scared of a too-high heel. More than capable of taking out a fifty foot monster, but hand her a pair of stilettos and she met her match..
Blossom had just been reading Princess's text, letting her know she was almost there, when her embarrassment came true. Distracted by her phone, she didn't notice the crack in the sidewalk. Her thin heel hit in just the wrong spot and she stumbled. Her face instantly heated, dreading that someone had seen her misstep. Quickly glancing around, she was relieved to find that the nearest people scattering the street were hopefully too far away to have noticed in the dark. Her relief was short-lived. Another step and she realized her heel was about to snap in half. Curse her cheap shoes and super strength step. Sighing her frustration, she moved to the edge of the sidewalk and bent over to assess the damage. Just as she thought, there was no way she could keep walking like that. For obvious reasons she didn't want to fly in a dress, it was inappropriate even if it was nearly pitch black out. Guess she was going to have to abandon her plan to conceal her identity and float back to the car. She'd have to find a store nearby and hope they had at least a small shoe selection. What terrible luck. Hopefully not a precursor of the rest of her night.
"God daaamn!" Someone behind her let out an equal parts obnoxious and demeaning whistle, meant to flatter her. Ew. "That's a hell of an ass you got there sweetie."
Again, ew. She was way past letting boys talk to her however they wanted. Never again. Before she could even turn to face the boy, she heard a second voice.
"Now, that's no way to speak to a lady." The second guy chimed in. "Personally, I find apologies pointless if you don't mean them, but just for the hell of it.. Why don't you go ahead and try it out."
She turned around just in time to catch a pair of unmistakable eyes flash a blood red warning at the catcaller. An underlying sadistic gleam in his otherwise composed demeanor.
Those piercing eyes. That bold smirk.
Realizing that the other guy was a super, which he had not bargained for, the offender quickly gave Blossom an apology and booked it down the road. She hardly even noticed, tuning him and his forced attempt to make amends out as she focused her attention on the long auburn hair that she hadn't seen in years.
"Haven't abandoned that hat yet, I see." She raised an intrigued eyebrow in the direction of her old foe.
"Blossom.." He was just as surprised as she had been, and every bit as intrigued. It wasn't just because he had unintentionally caught a glimpse of her backside, and could confirm that it was indeed, "A hell of an ass," either. His previous discontent quickly dissolved. "How longs it been?"
It was a better reaction than she expected, given that all of their past encounters started with quick witted insults that ultimately turned violent and usually ended with him in handcuffs. But that was in the past, Blossom knew all too well how much people could change and was a firm believer in second chances. She took a step closer to him and felt those mannerly eyes betray him, turning sinful and raking over her entire body, a bemused smile tugging at his lips as his gaze finally settled on her broken shoe. Perceptive as ever.
"Too long." It was unlike her to be so forward, but she was trying something new, and the way his smile accentuated his dimples had not gone unnoticed. In fact, it was pretty high on her imaginary list of things she suddenly found attractive about him. Had he always had those? In the past she had never been privy to that look he was giving her.
"So it has.."
Now she was smiling back at him, trying to figure out how a few years apart had managed to completely change the dynamic between them. Maybe she shouldn't have noticed, or even been looking, but he really had grown into himself..
Blossom's phone vibrated again and Princess was wondering where she was, having already been dropped at the door by her personal driver. For a second there she had actually forgotten about her little dilemma, but now reality was calling. "So, thanks for that." She could have and would have told the guy off herself, but she could still appreciate the sentiment. Especially one coming from such an unlikely source. Wasn't he supposed to be evil incarnate? But he wasn't, was he? That's why he and his brothers had moved away from Townsville in the first place, to escape the 'purpose' they never asked for, or so she heard through the grapevine. Villains were notorious gossips.
He nodded in response, eyes flickering back to her feet again. "Mind if I take a look?"
Blossom peered down at her busted heel and then around, until she located an empty bench. Instead of attempting to walk, this time she floated just off the ground, Brick following. She took a seat, fully prepared to take the red pump off, but what would you know.. She just couldn't seem to get the buckle loose on the strap securing it to her ankle.
Brick was undeterred, watching with mild amusement as she fumbled with the tiny golden clasp. When he thought she might actually just rip the whole thing off, to be free of it, he cleared his throat. "Is it okay if I just-" He gestured towards her shoe.
"Of course, but you really don't have t-" She couldn't help it if her cheeks flushed when he knelt down and gently took her ankle. His careful touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body that she couldn't explain.
He silently inspected the damage, looking smug as his searing hand melted the heel back to the base of the shoe with expert precision. "There."
"So, you can actually use those hands for good.." She trailed off, not realizing how sultry her tone was or the underlying implication until it was too late. If she wasn't so preoccupied, she would've referred to his fire or power, but those hands..
Brick being very astute, lifted an eyebrow. "I like to think so." He brushed against her skin as he begrudgingly removed his hands from her, releasing her ankle and tearing his gaze from her bare legs. "If you count saving a beautiful girl's shoe as 'good'."
That charm was not something she remembered about him. In fact, she remembered the very opposite, and couldn't help but wonder in what other ways he may have changed.
A compliment from someone other than her ex did wonders for her self esteem, not that she was seeking any man's approval. "You didn't just save my shoe. You also saved my night."
"Better watch out, sounds like I'm turning into a real hero. Might be gunning for your job." He chuckled.
She laughed at the thought. "That's a thing of the past. Townsville has a pretty low crime rate these days and Monster Isle was vanquished." Brick looked actually shocked by the news, maybe she would have said more but she was distracted again by her phone blowing up. "Well, I better get going. Princess is starting to get impatient."
Princess? He looked taken aback. "Princess Morbucks? Don't you two hate each other?"
"I've never hated anyone." She snickered. It simply wasn't in her DNA. "True she has a colorful past, but don't we all?"
"That's unexpected." He had questions, mostly pertaining to the 'we' in her sentence, implying that even the pink puff herself had some sort of history.
"This whole night has been unexpected. Might as well keep adding to it."
Blossom wasn't even bothering to hide the amorous gleam in her eye and it was starting to make Brick sweat. "You going to Code Red?" Based on her attire and the fact that it was the only nightclub within walking distance, it was a safe assumption.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"I live near here."
Since they were both headed in the same direction, they walked together towards the club, making small talk along the way. When they were in front of the building, secured with a guard and reverberating from the music, Blossom stopped and so did Brick. "If you're interested in a drink.." She pushed her hair behind her ears. "I kind of owe you one."
So it hadn't just been wishful thinking on his part, Blossom really was interested in 'catching up'. He shoved his hands in his pockets, considering. "I would, but I really need to feed my goldfish, actually. Raincheck?"
None of the guys at the bar were catching Blossom's eye, though she had certainly caught a few of theirs. That was okay though, just because she was open to the possibility of a hookup, didn't mean she was actively looking. She wasn't about to force something just to prove that she still had it, even if she was feeling more lascivious than normal. She was having plenty of fun tearing up the dancefloor with Princess, so much so that she was actually panting by the end of their umpteenth dance. As much as she was enjoying her friend grinding all over her while the two giggled, living their best carefree lives, she needed a glass of water, stat.
Princess refused to leave the floor, claiming for the millionth time that that song was her favorite, so Blossom strode over to the closest bar alone. That's when she locked eyes with a very amused and slightly out of place Rowdyruff. Okay, very out of place, since he was probably the only person in the entire building casually wearing a hoodie. His burgundy sleeves pushed to his elbows, showing off his strong arms made her hotter than she already was. She fought the urge to physically fan herself.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Blossom was surprised that he was there since he'd made up a terrible excuse in order to get out of coming in the first place. And that thing about a raincheck, that was just something people said. Usually. That didn't stop her from being more excited than she should have been to see him again though. Of all the guys she had met that night, he was the only one that she found herself captivated by in the slightest.
Brick was no idiot. He wasn't in the habit of taking girls home, not often anyway. But he had always been something of an opportunist and Blossom was hitting all the right boxes for a woman interested. He would have taken her up on her offer right away, however, he really did need to feed his goldfish. She probably didn't even believe they were real. That's why he came, determined to get Blossom back to his place, to introduce her to the swimmy little fucks. Not because she was intimidatingly pretty and interesting as a whole. And not because he had always thought those things about her, even when he was supposed to hate her, but to prove that he hadn't been lying.
Okay, maybe while he was already there he also happened to tidy up his place, just in case.
"Did you decide that you're thirsty after all?" Blossom wasn't one to feel jaded, especially when she had sprung the invite on him last minute.
"Parched, actually." He flashed her a devilish smile.
"What are you drinking?"
Ordinarily a lady buying him a drink would not sit well with him, he liked to think of himself as a gentleman. But Blossom was not just anyone, she had always been headstrong and an advocate for equality, as she should be. She had also extended the offer under the premise that she "owed him", which was nonsense but he wasn't about to tell her that. If she wanted another drink later, he would just be sure to get that round. "I'll have whatever you're having." He would sacrifice his jack and coke this time, in order to find out what she liked, without having to ask directly.
"You sure?" It was a risky move, she could've been ordering something as out there as a Bloody Mary for all he knew, though they were typically a daytime drink. He nodded his confirmation and Blossom smirked to herself as she walked past him to wait at the crowded bar.
Two drinks richer, she found Brick standing near a chairless table in the corner. Princess had already spotted her with Townsville's ex bad boy and sent her a string of encouraging, texts, all of which were sexual innuendo emojis.
"Here you are." She smiled mischievously as she handed him his drink.
He peered into the glass, which in that lighting looked clear, vodka maybe. "I really shouldn't have left you alone with my drink, you never know who might roofie you these days."
She scoffed playfully. "That's a good point, maybe I should take it back. You know, just to be safe."
Too late. Brick had already ditched the straw and brought the glass to his lips. He just about choked on his laughter, realizing it was water, which truly was the last thing he was expecting. At least she didn't waste her money on him. "This is seriously what you're drinking?"
"I have to drive home after this."
Drive? What super bothered driving? Blossom could pick her car up like it was nothing and fly it back to Townsville in a matter of seconds. "That's a long drive, and you might be tired when you leave here. You know what they say, tired driving is drunk driving."
"You're right. Guess I really should have gotten a hotel.."
"You might still be able to get a room on such short notice, but Idunno." Brick smirked and Blossom teasingly bit the tip of her straw. It was a huge city, packed full of hotels and they both knew very well that it would be impossible not to find an available room. "It's too bad you don't know somebody who lives nearby."
Blossom was not a human and Brick was not an apple, but the sin still hung in the air around them all the same. A temptation so sweet, she simply could not resist.
That's how Blossom found herself in the elevator with him, on her way up to his twentieth story apartment. After a long chat and copious amounts of sober flirting, he had generously invited her over to spend the night. You know, in the name of safety, and she had of course accepted. Princess had practically pushed her into Brick's arms before she left with a guy of her own, to fool around in the backseat of her car.
The first thing she noticed when he unlocked his door and stepped aside to let her in, was a spacious 75 gallon fish tank, decorated to the nines with tasteful plants and hiding spaces. Her eyes lit up and she was across the living room in a pink flash, peering at a cute little goldfish speckled with white spots.
"That's Poseidon."
"That's a mighty name for such a tiny little guy."
"He'll get bigger, he's already got a fin up on Neptune." He chuckled at his own cleverness.
"Neptune?"
"Yeah, he likes to hang out in the cave around this time."
"Oh, you have two?" She bent down to peer into the cave entrance, purposely giving Brick a view of her backside.
His eyes were glued to her. "Of course. Goldfish like to play. They get lonely on their own, and I wouldn't want to be responsible for a depressed fish."
"Ah. I see you couldn't choose between mythologies." She raised a curious eyebrow.
"There's things I like about both." He shrugged.
"Well, he's really handsome." She could see herself grinning stupidly through the reflection of the glass. Something on the far end of the tank caught her eye and she did a double take. "Um, is that a soccer goal?"
Brick looked like he had been waiting forever for her to ask about it. "That it is. Wanna see him score?"
Blossom had never owned a fish, and would be the first to admit she knew little about them, besides that their tanks usually smelled. Brick's did not. "You're joking." She folded her arms over the front of her sweetheart neckline, clearly challenging him.
"He'll do anything for a frozen pea." With that he went into the kitchen and came back with one, which he promptly attached to a stick. Blossom got into the 'optimal viewing' spot and watched amusedly as he guided Poseidon to bump the soccer ball into the goal, earning himself a treat.
"I don't know whose a bigger show off, you or your fish." She wondered aloud.
Brick was obviously pleased with his little buddy and it showed in his proud smile.
"Seriously though, I had no idea goldfish could do tricks."
"He can swim through hoops too."
Brick pulled his burgundy hoodie over his head and laid it on the back of a chair, before disappearing into the kitchen again to wash his hands. Blossom was left in the living room a little stunned. Fish were just one of those pets that parents usually got their kids to keep them satisfied, instead of getting something bigger, like a dog. But Brick Jojo, leader of the notorious Rowdyruff Boys (retired) actually fucking loved his fish.. and it was the cutest thing that she'd ever seen.
For whatever reason, be it the way his t-shirt had ridden up and exposed his taut abdomen when he removed his sweater, or the way he was uncharacteristically fond of his pets, she found him irresistibly sexy.
Brick had just finished drying his hands when she joined him, lingering in the doorway. "Shoot. I just realized I don't have a change of clothes.." Her words dripped with faux concern over the matter.
The kind of look he was giving her was dangerous, powerful. "That is too bad… but I guess I could let you borrow a t-shirt, if you don't mind wearing something of mine."
"Not at all." She felt herself being drawn to him before she fully realized she was floating. A lustful smirk shaped his lips, impulse reaching his eyes and deepening their brilliant shade. "Do you think you could… ?" Blossom matched the intensity of his gaze, eyes flickering briefly to his lips before she swept her hair over one shoulder and turned her back to him.
She had no way of knowing that the crook of the neck was his vice, or that her sweet scent was stirring something in him that he was a little afraid of. He swallowed down his building lust and moved his hands to her upper mid back.
Another jolt of electricity, even stronger than before, coursed through her body at his delicate touch. He was being respectful, careful only to touch her dress as he slid down the zipper excruciatingly slow, stopping just before her underwear were exposed. It was great that he had grown so much as a person, but she wasn't looking for a nice guy.. He was driving her mad with all his games and she was determined to bring out the animal that she knew was still inside.
Brick let his fingers fall from the metal zipper and noticed for the first time that Blossom didn't seem to be wearing a bra, at least not one with a band. His willpower was cracking.
"Thank you." Her voice came out in a sultry whisper as she turned back to face him, fingers already tugging the remainder of the pesky zipper down. Brick stood there helplessly. When she reached the very end, the thin straps fell down her arms and the dress landed on the floor around her feet.
He felt the blood rush to his dick immediately. A naked woman that beautiful would leave him weak any day, but when it was the forbidden fruit herself, Blossom Utonium.. Any ounce that was left of his composure shattered when his eyes met her almost entirely naked form. She was very possibly the one person that he was never meant to be sexually attracted to. Although he had abandoned the idea ages ago, he was originally meant to be her downfall. But the hands that were created to bring her demise, wanted only to bring her pleasure, and the fact that he was not supposed to have her, only made him want her more.
Blossom stood there in only a microscopic pair of underwear, unabashed, and ready to find out what Brick was really made of.
Suddenly their lips were locked in an urgent, insatiable kiss that left her weak in the knees. Her breasts pushed firmly against his chest, while her arms closed around his neck in a grip that would have decapitated any other man. His fingers gliding up her back, hungry to touch every inch of her bare skin, could've left bruises.
Her hand at the back of his neck pulled him closer, deepening their kiss, as she fought to taste more of him. She opened her lips against his and let the energy surge between their eager tongues. Fire and ice was an indomitable combination.
She wrapped her legs around him when he picked her up, in order to move things over to the couch. Her heart was going a million miles a minute, eyes dark with the overwhelming desire to be taken. Her ex may have been a controlling asshole with anger issues, but he was very boring and predictable in bed. It was monotonous and always left her wanting more. Much more.
Brick sat down, leaving Blossom to straddle his lap. All he could do was groan and hold onto her hips as she ground into him with a vengeance.
Hot breath ghosted across her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind on his way to whisper sweet things in her ear.
Butterflies crashed through the cage of her stomach, while she simultaneously grew wetter. His sugar coated words quickly turned into dirty little fantasies. They wouldn't be figments for long.
His needy hand crept between her spread thighs, brushing against the already wet lace that was clinging to her folds, giving her one last chance to back out. Only a second, before his expression was replaced with something wicked and he pushed two fingers into her readied slit. Blossom's mouth fell open in a whimper, as her head was thrown back from the sudden force. The sound of her pleasure filled Brick with perverse thoughts, and he lost himself in her soaked cunt. His free hand went to her hip, getting a firm hold on her, slamming her body down to fuck his thick fingers.
He was casting a spell on her, pulling her into a deep euphoria. All he was doing was fingering her, but it was already better than anything she'd ever experienced. She knew that even without being able to think straight.
When he pulled out, dragging a thick string of her arousal which he promptly licked from his fingers, Blossom took the opportunity to remove the shirt that was blocking her view. Well, tear apparently.. Her usually nimble fingers were working against her, body slightly shaking from the withdrawal of his Earth shattering touch. "I swear I didn't mean to do that.."
She bit her bottom lip nervously, in lieu of an apology and Brick couldn't help finding her utterly adorable and ridiculously hot all at once. The fact that her carnal desire had taken over, causing his favorite Powerpuff to actually rip his shirt off in order to get a better look at his body.. How could he ever be mad about that. "I never liked this shirt anyway, babe." He sent the scraps flying and fervorously flipped her onto her back, resting his weight between her parted legs, and losing his signature hat in the process.
Babe? With the way things were going, he could call her anything he wanted. Her breath caught at the force of his movement and she was suddenly happy that she still had her panties on, or surely his couch would be stained.
Brick loomed over her, drinking in every inch of her perfection. "God, you are so fucking beautiful." He pressed his groin harder against her core as he leaned forward and dove into her exposed neck, starving for her taste. The contrasting mixture of sloppy, open mouthed kisses and sharp nips trailing down her throat and over her chest left her breathless, blissfully covered in red and purple hickies that would disappear before the night's end. Unfortunately. In her heat she would happily be marked by him.
His mouth closed around her stiff nipple, suckling, making the fine hairs on her arms stand up and a sudden shiver travel over her skin. He released her with a wet pop and kissed down her stomach, content with making her suffer under his attention to detail. The kind of attention that she had never received before. She would have reveled in it if she wasn't already throbbing intensely.
As if he could hear her thoughts, his fingers brushed against her slit again, dipping inside just enough to slick his fingers. She nearly lost her already loose grip on reality when Brick drug the pad of his thumb over her aching clit.
Desperate nails clawing at his shoulder and back, Blossom pulled him up to kiss her again, stifling her moan against his surprisingly supple lips.
As many times as he tried to pull back, fighting to get a taste of her delicious sounds, she fought back harder. He wanted to hear her, and since she was not playing fair, neither would he. His thumb pulled away from the swell of her mound, just enough so that she could still feel his radiating heat, just out of reach. Much to his delight, she whimpered in his absence. Just because he was no longer a villain, didn't mean he couldn't still get pleasure from torturing his prey.
"Brick.."
His erection was borderline painful, pressing against the jeans that he was still wearing for some stupid reason. The helpless, almost breathless way she said his name, topped with the desperate plea in those candy colored eyes left him reeling. She was bringing out a side of him that had been buried for years. He sat up, with ominous intent, holding her down with one hand while two digits dipped into her slick heat and his thumb circled over her clit.
"Blossom?" He raised an evil eyebrow at her squirming struggle. "How will I know what you want if you don't tell me?"
"Ahhh-" She bit down on her index finger hard enough to draw blood, the smug look that had taken over his face was sexy but also unbearable. He knew how badly she wanted him, and it felt like he had won. Which could only mean that she had lost, right? Their rivalry had been dead for years now, but the familiar need to take away his victory, to one up him, came back in full force.
"Come on, all you have to do is tell me what you want and it's yours." He stopped the assault and allowed her to catch her breath.
"Brick- Ahh!" Oh she couldn't take it, he was toying with her on purpose. Every time she tried to regain her composure, he started back up at an excruciating pace, making her groan. The closer she got to her climax the more she was beginning to falter, losing herself to his unfair touch, but then he would rip it away. She wanted his dick and he knew it, even worse it seemed he was hell bent on making her say it.
Blossom needed to take back control before it was too late. His scarlet eyes were narrow, feeding his ego with her pleasure, challenging her dominance. Everything was a game and Blossom was pretty sure she figured out his objective. He was actually trying to make her desperate enough for him with his skilled fingers, that she would have no choice but to demand his dick, because if she was right.. he was never going to allow her to cum this way. The bastard was planning to edge her until she was at his mercy.
She had other plans. If she didn't allow him to get that far, and took things into her own hands while she still had free will then victory would not be his.
Physically tearing herself from those devilish fingers, she sat up and crawled across the couch to him, as he continued to back away, brows furrowed in his sudden confusion. When his back hit the arm, trapping him in place, her hand slid over his apparent erection. Brick's pulse was beginning to race, reaching dangerous levels when Blossom unbuttoned his pants and discarded them. If Brick wanted her to say it so bad.. She brushed against his hardness meticulously as she leaned into his ear, chest to chest. "Brick, please.." His dick twitched against her leg and she knew she had him. She pulled away just enough to look into those desirous eyes. "Fuck me."
He could see the victory dancing in her eyes, twitching at her lips. He knew what she was doing, but he also knew that he had lost. To a Powerpuff. He didn't like it but what could he do when she had broken out of his grasp and turned the tables on him? For the second time that night he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass hard on the way to his bedroom.
Blossom squealed when she was dropped onto the bed and her thong was abruptly pulled off. Then she immediately went slack jawed when Brick's boxers hit the floor. "Oh my- Fuck." She muttered to herself. Brick, having super hearing, obviously heard. Her wide eyes and the way she sucked in her lower lip gave away the lust that had skyrocketed at the sight of his impressive cock.
He still had a chance to win. He was definitely gonna win. Blossom was practically salivating at the mouth, her 'fuck me' eyes refusing to leave his package. His smirk was sinister, as he joined her on the bed. A huge part of him wanted to say fuck it and let her have her win so he could have his, but that was just not the way they did things. Like the asshole he was, he stopped just before he got to her and sprawled out comfortably on his back. If she wanted to be fucked so badly, then she could sit on his dick herself.
Shit. She knew that she was in trouble, victory had been so close, but it was quickly disappearing. The look on Brick's very handsome, very annoying face was clear. If she climbed into his lap, she would lose. But if she didn't… she would still lose, because holy fuck. Blossom was a soaking mess between her thighs, having ripped herself away from his masterful touch. Every word he spoke, every movement, hell even his shit eating grin, everything he did only seemed to add to her intense state of arousal.
"There's a box of condoms in-" He was cut off by Blossom crawling onto his lap. With no condom. His heart had never pounded so furiously in all his life. The entire night had been unbelievable, ending up in bed with Blossom was literally mind blowing but even so he still never would have expected the former hero to pass on protection. He certainly wasn't about to fight her on it.
With two well placed fingers, she spread herself, revealing a glistening pink pussy, that brushed teasingly against his stiff erection. Brick clenched his jaw, sweat prickling at his brow, as his own triumph was threatened once again. His fate was completely in her hands and he knew it. If she wanted the win, all she had to do was keep hovering over him like that. He would happily accept defeat if it meant he got to push into her sweet slit.
Blossom narrowed her eyes into thin pink lines. She could have won. If she would have teased him for long enough, she was sure he would've caved. She could have laid back and touched herself, or better yet, touched him.. She knew she could have prevailed, but she was feeling suddenly generous.
Brick kept his eyes focused on the place where they were about to join, hoping against all odds that she would actually take the plunge and that she wasn't just toying with him. He was past his limit and knew he couldn't resist slamming into her if she wanted to continue their game. He sucked in a sharp breath of air when her raw heat actually engulfed his head.
Blossom bit her bottom lip to conceal the moans that were trying desperately to escape her throat, as she slowly lowered her tightness onto his cock inch by glorious inch. When she reached the hilt she sat still in his lap, trying to steady her breathing. He was so much more than anything she had taken before and she was just realizing now that she was kind of terrified.
The view that Brick had from below was otherworldly. Her body really was too much. Her hips were wide, cinching in at the waist and bellowing out again at her breasts, a perfect hourglass.
Blossom carefully began rocking her hips, while she removed a scrunchie from her wrist in an attempt to tie up her ridiculous amount of hair.
Ponytails could be hot in bed, wait, a bun? Absolutely fucking not.
Brick gripped onto Blossom's hips tightly, and her eyes went wide as he pulled out and slammed into her again in unbeknownst retaliation, causing her to scream. Her scrunchie landed on the bed and her hair fell down her back in a beautiful cascade of fire. Her hands found his chest, trying for some level of balance as he repeatedly drove his length into her.
There was definitely no hiding her toe curling moans, which Blossom quickly got over and Brick was absolutely loving.
The piercing fiery gaze that was once reserved for causing her pain was now causing her walls to clench around the width of his cock each time his hips snapped up to meet her flesh.
Blossom could do little but accept the life altering bliss that he was giving her. When the idea of sleeping with Brick had first crossed her mind, about two minutes after their unexpected meeting, she knew it would be amazing. She based it on his personality alone. He was a hardcore ex villain, her only match, one could only assume that translated in the bedroom. What hadn't crossed her mind, god knows how, was their combined super powers. The speed and strength that she never realized she was holding back with other sex partners, was reaching new heights with Brick. His unmatched heat was making her drip sweat, while her fingertips literally left tails of ice over his chest and torso that melted against his warmth. The intensity of their fuck was so great that steam seeped out every time their lips came into contact.
Brick's eyes fluttered closed for a minute and something shiny caught Blossom's curious gaze amongst the clutter on his nightstand.
She leaned forward to collect her prize, smothering Brick's face with her breasts to prevent him from noticing. He would be all too happy to meet his end with Blossom's plump nipples bouncing on his tongue.
Brick allowed her to remove his hands from their home on her hips and place them over his head, as she held him down and began to ride him. He didn't notice the cold metal until the cuffs were already closed around his wrists, fastening him to a bar on his headboard.
"Ohh, kinky." He wiggled an eyebrow. "But you know I can just bust out of these, right?" He was going to, he fully planned on it. He could just buy another pair later. But then Blossom was fucking herself on his dick, one hand on his chest while the other gripped tightly at the headboard, giving herself better control of her movements. She was a goddess and the sight was magnificent. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as his own moans and 'fuck's became more frequent. When he opened his eyes Blossom was giving him a knowing look, a self satisfied look that said she knew that she had won the war. She had, because there was no way he was giving up the view of her slow bouncing breasts, or the fact that he could now see every lewd facial expression. If Blossom Utonium wanted to handcuff him to the bed and have her way with him, then he would count his blessings that she chose him, cause god knows she could have had anyone. But in the back of his quickly blanking mind he knew damn well that made him the real winner.
Teeth scraped against his skin as Blossom left fervid open mouthed kisses on his neck and jawline, trailing over to his parted lips.
Having someone as strong and powerful as Brick submit to her was enough to send her into a frenzy in his lap, the fact that he was easily the hottest man she'd ever laid eyes on didn't hurt either.
When he finally snapped the metal cuffs and released his hands, it was only because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and he'd be damned if he finished without making her cum first.
He pushed Blossom onto her back, smirking as her tits jiggled violently before settling somewhat in place. Then he reburied his aching dick in her dripping cunt and brought his thumb to her swollen clit to finish the job he'd started earlier.
It was going to take Blossom absolutely nothing to reach her peak, a few hot breaths could've done the trick with the night she'd had. Good thing too, because Brick was having a hard time controlling himself. Which was rare. Her breathless sobbs filled the room, weak against his skilled rhythm. She leaned up desperate to kiss him, sucking his tongue while her inner walls spasmed fiercely around his shaft, coating his cock with extra lube.
Too many sensations put him in sensory overload. "Fuck. I'm about to cum. Do you want me to-"
"Cum." She whispered in an unnecessary seductive tone, wrapping her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him.
Brick spilled inside Blossom, collapsing against her chest as he fought to catch his breath. Way too soon he was ripped out of his comfort as the unventilated room finally reached its limit with their steamy make out and the fire alarm blared to life.
He reached up to pull it loose and sent it crashing against the wall, shattering it and leaving a hole where it impacted. He rolled his eyes at the blemish and decided on covering it with a calendar later. At the moment he was kind of in the middle of something.
Brick fell back on the bed next to Blossom, more spent than he could ever remember being. She had an adorable content smile that could melt any man's heart, fighting to keep her eyes open. The urge to be closer to her was impossible to ignore. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, face to face as he pulled her leg over him.
Who would've guessed that big bad Brick Jojo got cuddly after sex? After everything, feeling his cum leak down her thigh made her cheeks grow red. "Brick, umm.. I'm gonna make a mess on your bed."
Realizing what she meant, he smirked. First of all, hot. Second, he would literally rather throw his entire mattress away than not have her leg wrapped around him. "That's what sheets are for Bloss."
Bloss? She liked that. So much so that she hid her growing smile in his chest.
"You really are fucking perfect, aren't you?"
Okay, he was really affectionate after sex. She didn't mind, actually lying in his arms was comforting in a way that she had never experienced. It had been a long time since anyone had bothered to hold her, to make her feel safe or wanted. And even if he was just saying things, while he was still coming down from his high, it was still a nice idea that someone might think of her in that way.
Thirty minutes later he was still stroking the length of her hair, that somehow had stayed perfectly in place, not a knot in sight. Blossom was still smiling under his chin, as she drew pictures on his chest with her finger.
They had been lying there naked for a while and Blossom was beginning to feel itchy from dried fluids. So reluctantly she sat up, and playfully fought Brick trying to pull her back down. "Well I guess I should-"
"Should.. take a shower with me?" He stood up and walked over to his dresser.
"You want me to shower with you?" She raised a quizzical eyebrow.
He threw a pile of clothes on the bed and pulled her up by the hand. "Who the fuck wouldn't want to shower with you." It wasn't a question, it was a fact. "Besides, it's only fair that I help clean up since I helped make the mess." His half lidded eyes drifted to her exposed sex briefly.
"Okay, I could really use a shower." She laughed, thinking about how atrocious she must look, let alone smell. "But it's just a shower, right?"
"Yeah. If you think you can resist me." He winked, picking up her drenched panties on his way out the door. "I'll start a load of laundry too."
She could have resisted him, for the record. But it wouldn't have been very 'everything nice' of her to deprive him like that. Especially when he'd been on his best behavior for almost the entire night. The way the water ran down his well defined torso had been mesmerizing, and she didn't realize those sculpted arms had weightlessly hoisted her until her back was already against the cool wall.
"You hungry?" Brick asked, toweling off his hair as he left the bathroom. "I can order some dinner."
"Dinner? It's nearly 3am."
"Yeah so?" He shrugged. "There's a whole catalog of 24 hour restaurants that deliver, on the fridge."
She walked out of the bedroom in one of Brick's t-shirts, biting her lip. "You really don't mind me staying? You know I can be home in a matter of minutes.."
"I want you to stay." His thumb gently circled over her cheek. "Anyway I'll feel like a cheap whore if you just fuck me and take off."
"Okay." She rolled her eyes playfully, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss before heading off to grab the menu.
One wasn't enough. Brick grabbed her wrist before she could get away and spun her back into his arms for another. She giggled against his lips, until it faded into a light humming as she kissed him back. One hand held her tight, while the other ran along the nape of her neck and through her scalp. Then she had him against the wall.
Blossom found it kind of hilarious that she couldn't seem to keep her passion to herself, but Brick was even worse..
One placed food order later, and Brick was finding them a movie while they waited for their late night Chinese.
"Hey, Neptune's out!" Blossom hurried over to the fishtank to finally get a look at the one who'd been hiding earlier. This one had black speckles.
"You can get closer to the tank than that, they like to observe people."
Sure enough he swam closer to the glass as soon as she peered inside. "Can I give him a treat?"
Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but in that moment he would deny her nothing. Not with the way she was beaming at him. "Of course."
Blossom was already rummaging through the freezer, seeking out a single pea, which Neptune happily took from the feeding stick. No trick necessary.
Lying there with a man who she hadn't seen in the last few years should have felt awkward, more so since they had never been on very good terms. So why did it feel so fucking natural? Why did his arm around her waist and his face in the crook of her neck make her feel so at ease?
He was only a rebound. She wouldn't be silly enough to get caught up in a spontaneous fling so soon after a break up. Even if her last relationship had been over way before it was technically over, and even if the new guy was as amazing as this new Brick Jojo appeared to be. I mean, she hardly even knew the guy..
But maybe she could get to know him.
Her lips curled into an optimistic smile at the thought.
Comments/kudos appreciated! Brick is a cute fish daddy.