Essere Viziata
(warning: extreme lust, smut, and sex)

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Lust.

Everything I felt was lust when he leaned to kiss me. He had talented lips for someone who was so clumsy and direct. But then again, I almost forgot that he had amazing good looks. There, in between the seven years of my absence, he would have found a few women that stuck to him like glue.

Every time I let out a moan, he would hastily run his hands all over my sides. Of course, that would make me moan even louder. It would be a lie to say that I didn't want this.

My mind shorted out the first few seconds before I realized that we were inside the confines of a dark and musty-smelling old room that smelled like lubricant and day-old blood. I was certainly afraid, but my desire grew and grew every time he would pepper kisses all over my neck. Everything was a dream.

He pushed me down the rickety old bed and started to remove his blazer. It seems my assumptions were correct; he was not wearing an undershirt.

My hunger grew when I saw those rippled muscles of his. I licked my lips tentatively as I ran my fingers all around his torso. He seemed to like it, his groans told me otherwise.

He didn't only like it, but he wanted more of it. And I could never say no to that.

His tongue over his lips hungrily, his eyes directly staring at my chest. I clearly did not like that idea. But my mind was set away from my pre-cautions.

He ran his lips all over neck, leaving a trail of hickeys from my over exposed neck to my collarbone. I arched in pleasure; his kisses were amazing and I loved how it connected to my neck perfectly.

I grabbed his head of brown hair and kissed his lips tenderly, pulling his face away from my chest. He responded quite quickly, not wasting a moment of my kisses. He slipped his tongue inside my crevice, constantly exploring the confines of my mouth. Once my tongue was activated, our tongues fought for dominance. His was winning constantly, and my lust-crazed moans were the prizes.

He pulled away from my moans and I whimpered, obviously missing the warmth around my mouth. He chuckled, stroking my face with such compassion I hardly see from him.

"If you liked that then," he whispered huskily in my ear while unbuttoning my gray vest, "You'll definitely love this."

He was finished unbuttoning and it all came to my sleeveless, transparent white top.

"A black lace bra, huh? How sexy." He smirked that trademark smirk of his. Normally I would find it annoying, but then my fervor increased. I loved it, I loved it so much.

He didn't waste any time removing my white top, carelessly throwing it at some part of the room. He kissed the cleavage on my chest and started sucking greedily. And guess what, he was right. I clearly enjoyed this as much as he told me.

Though he wanted my breasts to be free, he had a hard time opening the clasps of my bra. I giggled, "Here, let me do it."

I stood up from my lying down position to me kneeling in front of him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, constantly sucking and biting it, creating various sizes of love bites. Once I removed the clasp of my bra, he slid down the straps and continuing his love bites on my shoulder. I moaned once again, definitely pleased with what he was doing to me.

Once my bra was completely off, he threw it again the same way he threw the other clothes. I'm guessing it created a pile of colourful clothes in some corner of the room.

He pushed me back to the bed, obscuring his dominance over me. His mouth attacked my left breast hungrily, sucking it harder than he did with the hickeys all over neck and collarbone. My mind went blank as I arched on to his touch. The neglected right breast was played with his free hand and my back curved, gaining him access to touch and constantly suck on my bosoms.

He transported his mouth to my other breast that was being played with. My nipples hardened when I felt his tongue run over my mount. I loved the sensation of it all. He sucked it, like he did with the other breast.

Once he was finished, he blew butterfly kisses all over my stomach and dangerously close to my lower hip. I groaned at his gentleness; part of me wanted that rough and brusque boy beneath that skin.

Somehow he knew that he had to be gentle, but it was the raw tug of my hips from him that made me think otherwise.

"Mmmm, Kendall…" He removed his kisses from my stomach all the way to my bruised lips again. He boorishly kissed me again, this time not waiting for me to gain access in the cavern of my mouth. I was unaware that he slid his fingers on my womanhood, invariably caressing it with his middle finger.

"Oh, Kick!" I felt the wetness of my arousal double as he stroked it nonstop. He stroked it faster and faster until I went blind.

His greedy lips left mine and went straight to my crotch area. He separated my legs until both hit the end of the bed. His lips wasted no time to kiss and eat out my groin. At first, it was a simple graze of the lips—still making me a little bit crazy—but then turned into a hungry mouth.

His mouth carnivorously engulfed in the dripping liquid that seeped thru my panties. And that made me scream.

"Ah~ Oh God, Kick!"

I felt his lips curve right in front of my crotch. His tongue went straight out from all his sucking and he placed it right in front of my covered groin. Licking it continuously and repulsively, driving me mad and possibly making me scream even louder than the last.

"Take it off Kick, just take it off!"

He still licked it though, completely ignoring my protests, "Mmm, Kendall. Beg for it, then. I want to hear you beg."

Beg? I would do it, only because of my lust talking. "P-Please Kick, oh—" another long lick, dangerously pushing the cloth, "—Alright Kick! Just please, please Kick! Please take it off!"

He chuckled darkly, "I love it when you beg." He fingered the sides of my panties and slid them off, down to my toes. I wiggled my feet so the black lacy lingerie slipped off my body like snake skin. His expertise fingers scrubbed down my raw clit, viciously fondling my naked organ.

I shrieked in pleasure as his fingers continuously rubbed my clit, earning loud moans from me every time. The time I felt my orgasm coming—I bet Kick could feel it too—was then when Kick removed his amazing fingers from my womanhood. I gripped his hair in frustration, asking him for more.

"Patience beautiful," he rendered softly in my ear, getting a tingle in my spine from his sweet, honey-coated voice. His voice was as intoxicated as before, a sprinkle of tenderness in them too. I was too distracted to smell the alcohol still lurking in his mouth; it was more of the sweat and the bittersweet hickeys that he left from time to time that I could smell.

"We're almost there."

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Disclaimer: I don't own Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil.

Oh my goodness, I just wrote smut! And enjoyed doing it for God's sake. Okay, so maybe I have not continued on to the very end of the sex scene but I wanted to keep it like that. To get all of you guys excited for the story.

And also, I'm also very sorry for being such a douche and updating so late. I'm like two weeks late. So very sorry. I promise to update faster and better next time, okay, maybe not promise but I will try very, very hard to do so. You know I love you guys.

(By the way, the next chapter is not smut.)

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