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**NOTE: This is probably the most smuttiest, steamiest thing I have ever written. VERY MATURE CONTENT. And I worked very hard on this, so please read and review? There is also a small cameo in here :D See if you can figure it out! :)
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***THIS IS AN AU, AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BTR, THE PALM WOODS, OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT :D I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANYWAY! :D
BAD BOY, GOOD GIRL
Kendall Knight walked through the downtown streets of Los Angeles, with a cigarette in between his lips, the soft rain pelting down on his leather jacket. His blonde hair was mussed with the sweet smell of rain, alcohol and sex.
He had just come from the club down on East Meeker Street, where the finest ladies in LA danced. Kendall Knight wasn't the type of man to take no for an answer, so after watching Blue Monet dance, perhaps the sexiest woman in all of California, he proceeded to offer her $3,752 dollars for fifteen minutes of mind blowing sex. Blue Monet, being the sweetheart she was, told Kendall Knight that he was indeed a looker, with his dark eyebrows, intoxicating green eyes, and mesmerizing dimples, so she'd only charge him a flat $2,500 and add in an extra five minutes. Kendall agreed with a gruff chuckle, and proceeded to escort Blue Monet back to her boudoir, where he closed the door behind him and took her roughly.
As he walked down a deserted street in Los Angeles, his hands in his pockets, he thought of the intense pleasure he experienced that had ended only minutes ago. He thought of the curves of Blue Monet's body, her full breasts against his flat chest, her plump lips on his, and the warm confines of her inner body doing a number on him. Kendall Knight could never turn down a chance with any lady that he got, and he did in fact get all his chances. Except for one.
Josephine Taylor.
Josephine Taylor was the sister of Billy "Blaze" Taylor, perhaps the only other gang leader in Los Angeles that could even amount to the great Kendall Knight. Kendall and his crew, Carlos, James, and Logan never bothered to cross paths with Taylor, seeing as that it would guarantee to turn into a bubbling blood bath in the matter of seconds. Kendall and Taylor never even caught eyes with each other, because if they did, trouble was bound to erupt.
Except Kendall had a sweet spot for Taylor's sister, Josephine. Josephine was a good girl, who wore high heels, conservative jeans, and scoop neck tank-tops when she wanted to dress up. She had long, beautiful, blonde hair that flowed to her backside, and dark brown eyes that sparkled in the sun. Kendall Knight had seen her around town many a times, but refused to go anywhere near her, due to the fact that Taylor would kill Kendall and his crew if he ever laid a hand on his sister. Kendall Knight wanted nothing more than Josephine Taylor to be his, and he was frustrated with not getting what he wanted.
Kendall walked into the small, abandoned apartment building on West 54th where he him and the crew had called home, and put out the now almost wet cigarette by spitting it down on the floor, and crushing it with his boot. He sighed and coughed a bit, licking the last remnants of vodka on his lips as he walked through the broken window. He heard loud moans of ecstasy coming from his room and sighed. He hit the cloth that covered the decrepit doorway with his hand and looked into the room he shared with his counterpart James Diamond. He saw James roughly having his way with a beautiful, busty redhead. He watched as James pounded into her, soft moans of pure pleasure and heavy breaths emitting from her throat, as James for the lack of a better word, fucked her senseless, their bodies moving roughly together in unison.
Kendall licked his lips and watched the scene for a few more seconds, as James and the redhead began to get closer to their heights. Finally, after being a bit too turned on, Kendall decided to go to Logan and Carlos' room, knowing the two boys were probably off with their own women somewhere. Kendall sighed as he entered the dilapidated bedroom, with two mattresses and comforters. He went to the one on the right and immediately sat down, his tongue surveying the roof of his mouth for any last whispers of vodka. With no luck, and the moans from the next room over only getting louder, Kendall closed his eyes and his thoughts drifted off to Josephine.
He thought of how beautiful she must look undressed, with full firm breasts, a tiny, whisper thin waist, long, tan legs, and a warm, wet, tight core to finish Kendall off. He thought of what it would be like to sleep with her, and Kendall just knew that it'd be better than any lay he had before, especially since Josephine could easily be picketed as a virgin. Normally, if Kendall started to get ahead of himself, he would take a cigarette from his back pocket, and allow that to cool him down a bit. But Kendall didn't want to cool down. The moans from James' room still echoed loudly, and Kendall suspected the girl had been a recipient of James' multiple orgasm package deal.
Thoughts of Josephine clouded Kendall's mind, as he closed his eyes and tugged his lower lip white. He pressed his hand flush against his defined abdomen, and pushed it down to the button of his tight jeans. He quickly undid it with one hand and yanked them down to his thighs, allowing his clothed erection to stand prominent in front of him. Licking his lips, the moans still echoing, Kendall took his hand and pulled down his tight boxer briefs, allowing his lower to half to be completely exposed, swollen and tender. He whimpered a bit at his aching erection, surprised he was so applicable again, since he had nearly just finished Blue Monet off ten minutes ago. Kendall sighed in relief when his large hand grabbed his throbbing length, his body shivering from the instant comfort.
He began to imagine Josephine, and how intoxicatingly warm and wet she would feel around him. He pumped himself roughly, his hands cold from the chill outside. The friction from his hand started to get a bit much, as he brought it up, and spit on it, bringing it back down with a sigh. Kendall hadn't done this in ages since he bedded a different girl every night almost, but for the past two months, when Josephine Taylor had been in his mind, nothing seemed to satisfy him. The moans of the redhead and James were still heard, Kendall imagining that they were hers, as he worked himself violently. With each flick of his wrist, Kendall's slim hips bucked up, wishing to be greeted with the soft skin of his enemy's sister, but there was no one there.
Kendall couldn't even wish for Blue Monet right now, because pleasing himself while thinking of Josephine was the only way he could nearly get his true satisfaction. Kendall moved his hand faster and faster, throbbing in his own grasp as he whimpered out, still hearing moans from the room next door. With each stroke, he felt more pleasure, and bucked his hips harder, begging for her warm core. Kendall sped up as he heard the red head begin to get closer and closer to her orgasm, trying to somehow put her moans in Josephine's mouth in time with his own release. He strained and bit his lower lip white as he felt his approaching release, his hand moving harder and more sensitive over his swollen erection. He closed his eyes tightly and did his best to imagine his hands on her soft tan legs, imagining how deliciously tight she was, imagining her soft kiss stimulating his mouth.
It all got too much for Kendall as a scream was heard next door, and he finally came powerfully, along with the redhead, his body convulsing with each powerful buck, letting out a strangled moan. His whole body shook as his breathing was labored, his abdomen and thighs now a sticky mess. Kendall let go of his now limp length, and sighed nervously, licking his lips and looking down shamefully. He shouldn't have to do this when he thought of Josephine, especially since he was getting laid every night. Kendall leaned over to the side of the mattress, and picked up a dirty shirt from the floor. He quickly wiped his hand and stomach with it, throwing the shirt into the corner and pulling up his tight jeans. Kendall sighed deeply, and took a cigarette from his back pocket, bringing it to his lips. He shakily fished in his pocket for a lighter, and brought it to the tip of the stick, lighting it and taking a long, antagonizing drag of it. He laid his head back on the make shift pillow and sighed, sexually satisfied, but nowhere near content.
Kendall Knight woke up the next day around noon time, not even remotely hung over, and looked to his left. He saw Logan entangled with a beautiful, skinny, blonde, their arms both flailed out and swollen. Kendall could see the places of needle entry, and the dried blood leaking down their forearms. Logan was definitely the worst with drugs between the four of them. He figured that this chick had gotten him some heroin, which could be seen scattered by his bedside, along with a few bags of small white powder. He'd been lacking on the materials to make it himself like he usually did. Kendall was fascinated at how Logan was so smart, yet so fucked up in the head. He looked at Logan's eyes which had bags around them, his skin looking gaunt and scary. He was bound to kill himself one day.
While Kendall had most definitely drabbled in all sorts of drugs, he never was much an addict. Ecstasy, pot, heroin, cocaine, he had tried them all, but nothing seemed to comfort him like a good ol' drag of a cigarette. He sighed and pushed himself up off the dirty mattress, running his hands through his dirty blonde hair. After his release last night, Kendall definitely needed a shower, the residue of his outburst still prominent on his stomach.
After a shower with minimal cold, Los Angeles water, Kendall made his way out into the dirty, bustling, traffic filled streets of Los Angeles. He got most of his action done at night, where he got his money from, performing tasks for the one higher up of the gang, Jett Stetson, but Jett was hiding away from the police for numerous amounts of reasons. As long as Kendall performed the tasks in his own little group, Jett funded him with all the money he needed, as well as the money Kendall stole from people. To say that he was a sex addicted alcoholic would be an understatement. The twenty-two year old kept a low profile on the streets of LA, simply wearing normal clothes, but always with an item of blue somewhere on his body, the symbol of their gang.
Kendall walked down the streets of LA with one hand in his pocket, the other fingering a cigarette in his lips, normal as could be. If he smiled, his green eyes captivated you, and his dimples told you that he was just an adorable, cute guy maybe looking to have a good time. Kendall never slept with any girls that seemed too innocent. While once in a while, he did have a likeness for the tight body of a virgin, the girls Kendall bedded were usually just like him, alcoholics, druggies, prostitutes or dancers. That's why his attraction to Josephine Taylor was so weird.
The twenty-year-old beauty was the total opposite of her brother. While she wasn't in a gang, sleeping around with people, she also wasn't a top student at a great college. Josephine was just a normal girl, trying to live her life normally, always protecting her brother's name. While she didn't believe in his lifestyle, she fought to the death to protect it.
Kendall walked into the diner on the corner of Harper and Binder, hoping to get a quick bite to eat. He cleared his throat and took one last long drag of the cigarette, throwing it on the floor and stepping on it, before walking up the few steps to the diner's front door. He walked with his hands in his pockets, the little chime of the door signaling its opening as he made his way to the front counter. The diner was bustling with people, waiters and waitresses all around, holding up trays of low-class food trying to get through the booths without dropping anything. An older blonde woman, chewing gum obnoxiously, came up to Kendall and smiled.
"You by ya'self hon?" she asked. Kendall nodded and the woman led him down past the booths of many teenagers, and some adults, setting him at a two seater booth in the back. "We'll be with ya in a sec, kay?" she said to him.
Kendall nodded and looked down at the menu, wondering what he was in the mood for. With all the money he was bound to get from Jett next week, he could basically buy anything he wanted, not that a diner would have anything too expensive. Kendall heard a sharp giggle from the table next to him and looked over, seeing a teenaged couple feeding each other French fries. The girl was about 5'5'' and had beautiful long blonde hair, piercing green eyes and a soft laugh. She twisted a shiny silver heart pendant in between her two fingers, as the boy stroked her hand on the table. He had dark, thick eyebrows, green eyes as well and blonde hair. Kendall had to admit, if he squinted a bit, the boy sorta of looked like him, or at least what he used to look like before all the drugs and alcohol. His attention went back to his menu and away from the couple, trying to figure out what he was going to have.
"You ready, or do you need a few more minutes?" he heard a soft voice say. Kendall licked his lips, not even bothering to look up at waitress, as he put the menu down, deciding that a cheeseburger and milkshake would be more than enough for him for the day.
"Just a cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake," Kendall said, looking up at the waitress. His heart stopped cold, as he looked in the soft, brown eyes of Josephine Taylor. Being in no contact with any of her brother's plans, or enemies, she had no idea who Kendall Knight even was, what he looked like. She knew her brother was rival enemies with someone they called the King, nevertheless she had no idea that his name was Kendall "King" Knight. Josephine looked down at him with a small smile, entranced by his green eyes.
Kendall hadn't felt like this since he was eleven. Still innocent and still going to school, he saw Suzy Phillips on the playground, and having such a big crush on her, when looked in her eyes, he got butterflies almost. That was twelve years, four arrests, and nearly six hundred sexual partners later.
Kendall smiled at her and she smiled back, looking at him with that black apron over her white shirt and jeans, her beautiful, blonde hair tied to the side, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling.
"Anything else you want?" she asked softly, her voice gentle.
Kendall looked at her, and thought of last night, how he had pleased himself to the image of her. All he wanted was one night with her, to get the pleasure he so desperately craved from her. He saw something different in Josephine Taylor's eyes. He saw her as a true person, and aside from the sex, he saw her as something he desperately wanted. Sleeping around with disgusting, cracked out coke whores was old news for Kendall, but when he looked in her eyes, he saw something he had never seen before, felt something he had never felt. His heart seemed to flutter up into his chest, and he couldn't stop smiling. He didn't even really know Josephine, but he wanted to know her…and quite honestly, that scared Kendall.
"Sir?" she asked with a small, bashful voice. Kendall smiled up at her and licked his lips, giving her a full view of his dimples, and green eyes. She smiled at him, and Kendall couldn't take it. He needed her.
"Maybe…your phone number?" he said, trying to give off a sweet, non gang member, drug user aura. Josephine giggled at him, her face turning a bit blush, as she licked her lips.
"I usually don't give my phone number out to strange men I meet in diners," she said with a small giggle in her voice. Kendall shifted in his seat, trying to find the smooth, demeanor he had with the prostitutes, and put it into nice, simple, good girl terms.
"Well, why don't you sit down and get to know me, and then we won't be strangers," he grinned at her. Josephine looked at him and cocked her head with a chuckle.
"Well, I would but I'm actually supposed to be working, Romeo," she laughed out, batting her eyelashes at Kendall. Kendall knew this was wrong. Blaze was going to find out, and he'd be dead, but right now, he needed Josephine Taylor.
"Okay, so why don't you continue working, serve me my food, and then if you wanna ever not become strangers, give me your number, and maybe we can go out for a drink," Kendall said with a grin, trying his best to be charming. Josephine sighed.
"Sorry, not twenty-one yet," she said coyly. She smiled one last time at Kendall and gave him a signature smirk. "But I will be back with your food, and I will think about it," she spoke alluringly, turning on one heel and walking back to the kitchen. Kendall watched as her hips swung with each movement of her legs, just wishing he could somehow, someway become familiar with her soft skin, long legs, and full breasts.
At the end of his meal, his eyes going to Josephine each time she passed his table, or waited on him, he hoped and prayed he could somehow get her number. When she left the check down in front of him, with a smile and a wink, Kendall anxiously picked it up and saw a name and number written on it. The way she wrote her name in script was absolutely beautiful. Kendall upped and left from the restaurant, paying his bill and on the way out, shooting her once last glance with a nod. Josephine nodded back, and smiled, as Kendall made his way out the door, clutching the crumpled check in his hands.
Since seeing Josephine at the diner, the want for her had become more, and more apparent to Kendall. He had tried calling her twice since he had gotten it over a day ago, but was scared. He didn't want Josephine to be caught in the middle of this gang rival, and he didn't want Blaze to find out about this. He had to be smart about it.
It was nearly 2:00 in the afternoon and raining in Los Angeles. Logan slept in the corner of his room, his breathing heavy as he allowed the cocaine to travel through his system. Kendall looked over at his friend and saw the white powder on his nose. Kendall had called up his friend Kimmy, to come over and spend some time with him, which meant Kendall had a guarantee for getting laid. Kimmy was a raven-haired Ecuadorian drug dealer, who he had come to know in the past few months. He heard a few foot-steps down the creaky hall, and knowing Carlos was probably out with a woman, and James as well, it had to be Kimmy. Kendall laid back on his bed, threatened to pleasure himself again if Kimmy wasn't here soon. He figured this time, that maybe he could imagine Kimmy as Josephine, and he'd have that awesome release again.
As soon as Kendall stopped thinking, Kimmy walked into the room, wearing a low cut blue tank top, high heels, and a short mini skirt. She had on big sunglasses which hid her blue eyes, and long, black hair down to her bottom.
"Hey, Kenny," she said smugly, walking over to Kendall. Kendall sat up a bit, smiling at Kimmy. He hadn't called her up in a while, and truthfully missed having sex with her. She was one of the best lays he had ever had. Kimmy threw her sunglasses in her designer purse, and chuckled, setting it down in the corner by the doorframe. She looked over at Logan curiously, and then back at Kendall.
"He's out like a light. He did coke," Kendall said, as if it was no big deal. Kimmy smiled and nodded, sauntering over to Kendall with a smile. She kicked her high heels off and came over to him, chuckling. She sat down on the mattress with a sly smile and Kendall smiled at her, totally relaxed, but nervous as well.
Kimmy leaned up to his face, and caught his lips in a passionate lip-lock, chuckling in the kiss and pulling away.
"So, how have you been, Kenny? I haven't seen you since our threesome at Club Jangu," Kimmy spoke out softly, tracing his face with her fingers. Kendall remembered that night, and how it was possibly the most erotic sex he had ever had. He chuckled and raised his eyebrow at her and chuckled.
"Kimmy, you really think I called you over here to talk?" he asked, shifting up on the bed a bit. Kimmy giggled no and instantly threw herself on Kendall, her lips connecting with his in a hot, passionate kiss.
Not even five minutes later, the two both kneeled on the bed breathily. Kendall was behind her, angling himself so he was thrusting into her core, his hands massaging her large breasts roughly. With each thrust in and out of her, Kimmy sighed out loud, Kendall nipping on her neck roughly as she let out small moans of pleasure. Kendall felt himself getting the pleasure he needed, but Kimmy was not Josephine. He imagined sex with Josephine more tender, in a regular, simplistic position, not like the one he was in now. Kimmy's back arched against Kendall's chest, her bare backside rubbing against his pelvis as he moaned out loud, his hand rubbing her center in time with his thrusts. Logan was still fast asleep in the corner.
"Ngh, Kenny, you're so good," Kimmy moaned out seductively, leaning her head back on his shoulder. Kendall bit at her neck roughly, licking up jaw line, wanting this to be over quick. As much as it was pleasurable, he was getting the pleasure he usually found amazing to be short of nothing. He wanted Josephine. He needed Josephine.
After a mind shattering orgasm flew through Kimmy's veins, Kendall came with her, not nearly had intensely as he had hoped. Kimmy turned to him with surprise, breathing heavily as she kissed his lips chastely and raised her eyebrow at him, her breaths heavy.
"What's…wrong, Kenny?" she asked panting. Kendall looked at her shaking his head, and he swallowed hard, pulling out of the gorgeous woman and falling back on the bed silently. He immediately reached for a sheet, not bothering finding his boxer briefs, and was silent.
"Uh, nothing, just tired I guess. I was up late with this girl last night," Kendall lied with a small chuckle. Kimmy looked at him with surprise, and reached down for her thong, skirt, and tank top off the floor, her breaths still a bit heavy.
Kendall watched this Ecuadorian beauty dress, and a million and five things went through his mind. The same thing was going to happen as it did with Blue Monet. Kimmy was going to thank Kendall for an awesome time, kiss him on the lips and leave. Logan, who was bound to still be asleep, wouldn't hear a thing as Kendall would reach under the sheet to pleasure himself, and start thinking of Josephine again, hoping that his release would be even sweeter than the one before. It scared Kendall a bit that even sex with a gorgeous, beautiful woman wasn't going to satisfy him as much as pleasuring himself to the image of Josephine Taylor would. It was then, Kendall Knight decided he truly needed to do something. He needed to call her.
"So you never even told me your name, mystery man," Josephine said as her and Kendall walked through the higher class streets of Los Angeles. Kendall had called Josephine up the second after Kimmy left, and asked her to meet him for coffee. He was not used to this at all, but in order to get the satisfaction he needed from her, he was going to have to play nice. The last time Kendall Knight had went on a date was…well, never. He was used to maybe going out for a drink with a slutty girl, and then taking advantage of her on one of the pool tables after the bar closed, getting his fill for the night.
"Kenny. Kenny Davis," Kendall said with a small smirk, making up the name off the top of his head. He wondered why Josephine had even agreed to go out with him in the first place. She knew nothing about him, not even his name, but Kendall decided that he played off harmless quite well, and that it was indeed working for him. He had cleaned up his best for this outing, making sure to look as normal as possible, not carrying any drugs or his knife on him. He still wore a blue undershirt though, making the color of his gang known around.
Kendall tried his best to be a gentleman and open the door for Josephine as they walked into the relatively expensive coffee shop on Juniper Avenue. Kendall had picked this spot, knowing that no one in Blaze's gang hung around these parts, fearing that someone would see him with Josephine. Kendall even added a pair of sunglasses he stole from Carlos, and a tattered old beanie to top off his disguise.
The two sat down in the coffee shop across from each other, and quite frankly Kendall had no idea what to do. He was on a date. Since when did gangbangers go on dates? He licked his lips nervously, dying for a cigarette, but keeping his cool as he looked in Josephine's beautiful chocolate eyes. She looked absolutely gorgeous in shorts, tiny kitten heels, with her beautiful beachy blonde hair swept to the side in a pony-tail, her plump pink lips glossed, and her thin, groomed eyebrows in a sexy, seductive expression.
"So, Kenny. Why did you ask me out anyway?" she asked. Kendall looked at her and swallowed hard. He couldn't outright say, "I've had my eye on you for a while, and I need to fuck you," so he settled for something else.
"You're beautiful," he spoke softly, smiling, his dimples coming out for show.
Josephine blushed and looked down coyly, Kendall astounded at the reaction she gave to him. He loved how she smiled coyly, and how she touched her neck sensually, Kendall licking his lips a bit at the smooth, sparkling, sunkissed skin of the girl he desired. He knew that in time, with a bit of effort, his dream of Josephine would be reality.
"That's sweet, but am I all looks?" she asked raising her eyebrow. Kendall had never met a girl that hadn't wanted him, or that he hadn't gotten due to money. He remembered his sex with Kimmy yesterday and the rendezvous with Blue Monet in her boudoir the night before. Things came so easily to him with those girls, but with Josephine, he knew he was going to have to work a bit. But Kendall knew it was all worth it.
"Well, I have to get to know you first," Kendall said with a sly grin, sipping his cup of coffee. Josephine giggled at him, and Kendall was a bit confused at the sound of an innocent laugh, not having heard one in years.
Just looking at Josephine Taylor screamed that she was the epitome of a virgin. She never wore anything lower than a scoop neck top, or shorts past mid thigh. While her torso seemed flat, and sculpted, she never exposed it, and Kendall was thankful for that, seeing as he was already nearly excited just looking at her. He wanted nothing more than to have his way with her, and make her his. It was a bit of devious sort of love towards her, where he thirsted for her, praying and wishing that one day she would be his for the taking. He was getting closer. His plan was going to unfold.
"What do you do?" Josephine asked him curiously. Kendall sipped his coffee nervously, trying to think of an answer he could tell her, without being too specific or too vague.
"I'm in business. Money transactions, accounting," he lied through his teeth. True, Kendall was involved in money transactions, but instead of taking place in a cubicle in a well lit bank, they took place with a knife to the client's throat, and money shakily being forced into his hand in the darkness. "You?" he asked.
Josephine giggled at him, taking a sip of her coffee and smiled. "Waitress. But I think you knew that," she joked. Kendall nodded nervously, fingering his cup, and making sure to look around, that there was no one he recognized nearby. He swallowed hard and pulled down his cap again, covering his eyes almost as Josephine looked at him.
"So tell me more about yourself," he spoke out a bit nervously chuckling. Josephine smiled at him and took a deep breath, her hands tracing down her elongated neck again.
"Well, I've lived here all my life. My parents didn't really a lot of money, so after high school, I got a few odd jobs to try to save up some money for the community college, and now I'm adding to it by waitressing. I was a dancer at a club for a bit, but my brother William is a bit too overprotective and pulled me out of it, forcing me on another job," she spoke softly. She looked down at her coffee and sighed. "If he knew I was out with someone I met in a diner right now, he'd be freaking out. He's always been overprotective with me," Kendall swallowed hard. "Oh, you have no idea," he thought.
Kendall swallowed hard and nodded. He felt that somehow Blaze was going to catch him. Suddenly, Kendall's entire body felt cold, and a shiver traveled up his back. His eyes were fixated on Josephine's dark, chocolate one's as he swallowed hard, his hands shaking a bit. He gripped the coffee cup and closed his eyes tightly, feeling something out of the ordinary.
"You alright, Kenny?" Josephine asked softly, reaching her hand out to touch his. Kendall's entire body melted with the soft pads of her fingertips on his rough, callused hand. He closed his eyes tightly, making sure this was all real. Instincts told him this was a bad a idea, and to run away, but his heart kept beating to the steady rhythm of Josephine's light touches on his hand. He couldn't run away.
"I'm perfect," Kendall said with a smile, looking up at the pure, innocent, beauty in front of him. Josephine smiled at him, so clueless and misunderstanding as they two resumed talking.
Neither of them noticed the man in the black hat in the corner.
It had been three days since Kendall and Josephine went out for coffee, and they had seen each other every day since. Neither of the pair noticed the black hat that had followed them everywhere they went. Josephine had even gone as far to hold Kendall's hand as they walked through the park earlier in the day. Kendall Knight hadn't felt this way since Suzy Johnson. He had butterflies in his stomach. The most fearful gang member in Los Angeles was falling for his rival's sister…hard and fast.
While Kendall's emotional feelings towards Josephine grew stronger, so did his desire to be physical with her. Since their talk at the coffee shop, Kendall had pleasured himself to the image of her twice a day, the latter experience being better than the last. He had even turned down sex with two girls, knowing that either put together or apart, no pleasure would amount to him imagining Josephine's body. Kendall spoke nothing of the affair to Carlos, James or Logan, knowing they would dismiss it. Carlos was out with women most of the time, Logan drugged out and sitting his room reading musty old chemistry books, and James had recently begun to taking two women into his room at a time, fulfilling his sexual needs beyond his own imagination.
It was late at night when Kendall, Carlos, James and Logan made their way down a dark, dismal West Rumford Street, with their hands in their pockets. They were looking for their next target. Jett had ordered them to find a member of Blaze's gang, and retrieve his colors. Gangs were nothing without their colors. Gang members would die for their colors. Kendall knew that going into Blaze's territory was definitely dangerous, but he needed the money. He was running out quickly, and his alcohol and cigarettes were dwindling down as well. He had took his last swig of vodka before coming here, knowing he would need the edge during this fight. Logan also needed more money for heroin, Carlos and James needing the money to pay certain women who weren't so willing to fuck for free.
"King, I heard something," James spoke out softly, his dirty brown hair mussed up and slicked back with a large amount of styling gel. Kendall stopped the group, listening to the swift rustling of cans and footsteps. Kendall immediately pulled out his large knife, Carlos, James and Logan doing the same thing.
"Shit, they're here," Kendall spoke in a soft whisper. The entire alleyway was silent beside the four boys, the distant traffic in LA from the freeway up ahead the only thing in the background. The boys all took a few steps forward, totally in enemy territory as a shadow appeared from behind the dumpster, and there he stood. Blaze.
"You gotta be fuckin' joking with me King," Blaze chuckled out with a raspy voice, as his three counterparts stepped from behind him. They were all armed with purple bandanas on their wrists. That's what Kendall needed.
"What?" Kendall asked angrily, moving closer, the knife still tightly gripped in his hand against his jean pocket. Blaze chuckled as the two gangs moved closer, Carlos, James and Logan all secretly armed, as well as Blaze's crew.
"You think I don't have someone followin' around my fuckin' sister. You think I don't see you with her? What the fuck you doin' with her Knight? You better not be fuckin' with her. She's a good girl," Blaze said between gritted teeth. Kendall's heart stopped when he heard this. He felt that someone had been looking at them. And now, every ounce of work he had put into courting Josephine was about to turn to shit, that was if he wasn't killed.
"Kenny?" he heard a small voice say. Kendall's eyes flew open as Josephine appeared by her brother's side, shaking with fright. She looked beautiful, even though she was terrified. Kendall's heart beat fast for her, licking his lips with anticipation, as he looked from Blaze to Josephine.
"Now, my sister is gonna watch you die, you sick son of a bitch," Blaze spoke angrily. Carlos, James and Logan all stepped forward as did Blaze's gang, Josephine cowering in fair.
"Billy, no. Don't do this, he's not trying anything with me. He's nice to me, he treats me well," Josephine cried to her brother. Blaze took the knife and pointed it at Josephine's face, her eyes getting wide as Kendall's heart beat even faster and he took a step forward, rather taking a stab in the heart than Josephine taking it for him.
"You ever talk about him again like that Josephine, I swear to fuckin' God, I'll kill ya, okay? I've been workin' too damn hard for you to fuck around with Kendall Knight, alright?" he screamed at her face, Josephine shaking. Kendall wanted nothing more than to just comfort her. She was supposed to stay the young innocent girl he loved so much, not be brought into this life of violence and threats. "Stay out of it, and watch me kill this bastard."
Suddenly, with a thrust of energy, Blaze began to attack Kendall with his fists. Kendall, knowing it wasn't the right situation to use his knife, fought back with his fists, as Carlos, James and Logan took care of the other three. Josephine watched in horror, her cries in Kendall's ears like knifes, as the two tackled. James, Carlos and Logan picked off Blaze's crew immediately, stealing their colors in what seemed like instant. They got their knifes at Blaze's crew's throats, and with a slice to their wrists, cut off the partially bloody bandanas and stuck them in their back pockets.
Blaze and Kendall still fought on the floor, Blaze kicking the shit out of him.
"Billy, fucking stop!" Josephine cried, knowing if she got involved, that her brother might kill her. James, Carlos and Logan, knowing better than to get involved did as much as they could to support Kendall. There were rules of gang warfare, and disrespecting them came with punishment. There was a code each was to follow, and every man was for himself when it came to a fight.
Kendall's face was bruised, his lip split and bloodied, as Blaze pounded on his nose, Kendall doing everything he could to defend himself. Finally, after some time, Kendall found the confidence he needed in sweet Josephine's voice, as rain started to pelt on the ground, and Kendall pinned Blaze to the ground. He beat, and bloodied his face to a pulp, Josephine looking on in horror, as thunder started crackle. The rain washed the blood on Kendall's face away, as his fists knocked out Blaze's teeth, broke his nose, and cracked his cheek bones. After some wrestling on the floor, Blaze and Kendall finally parted, each bruised and beaten, looking each other with stern eyes. This was too much of a fight, and not worth a death.
"I..I swear to fuckin' God King, next time you're fuckin' dead! I swear to fuckin' God!" Blaze yelled and screamed at him, his crew helping him from the floor. James, Carlos and Logan helped Kendall up, his body soaked from the rain as he looked at a crying, shaking Josephine, hiding out by the dumpster. He hadn't heard from her since her last outburst during their fight and had assumed that she had run off in fear.
"Josephine! Where the fuck are you!" Blaze called out rashly, his voice spitting with venom. Josephine looked at James, Carlos, Logan and Kendall, putting a thin finger to her lips, shaking her head with red eyes.
"She left, Blaze," Carlos stated sternly. Blaze growled out lowly, obviously believing him as the beaten up, bruised man and his three slashed sidekicks ran off into the night, to wherever they called home. Kendall, immediately feeling remorse, guilt, and sorrow for Josephine collapsed back on the wet floor, and sighed deeply, wincing from his bruised cheek bones and cuts. James, Logan and Carlos all kneeled down around him, a bit concerned for their friend as Josephine, in soaking wet, see through clothes ran from her hiding place over to Kendall.
"Kenny, are you okay?" Josephine asked scared, her damp hair hanging off her face, her white shirt soaked enough for her prominent breasts to be in full view of Kendall's wandering eyes.
"I'm—I'm sorry, Josephine," Kendall spoke out gently.
"Come on, buddy. We need to get you back home," Carlos spoke softly, trying his best with the aid of James and Logan to help him up, the rain pouring down on them. Josephine touched Kendall's face gently, and James, Logan and Carlos seemed a bit tense towards her. She was the brother of an enemy, the enemy.
"You're not welcome here," Logan spoke out coldly to the girl, her entire face scrunching up in hurt and despair. Kendall, who's head was resting atop James' knee looked up at his friends, closing his eyes softly, and opening them.
"Guys, go back to the house. Give the bandanas to Jett, and get the money, alright? Josephine will take care of me," he croaked out. James looked down at him, and that up at Josephine, whose eyes were red with tears, the soft rain hitting the ground beneath them. Josephine looked up at the boys and nodded.
"I promise. I promise," she spoke in tears. James, Carlos and Logan nodded, as they got up and ran off down the dark, rainy block, hoping to get the blood soaked bandanas back to their higher up as soon as possible.
Josephine looked down at Kendall, and a million and one things ran through her mind. She had always tried to keep her life separate from Billy's, but now, she was in love with his rival. Yes. Josephine Taylor was in love with Kendall Knight, and as much as she tried to hide it, she couldn't. She needed him. She wanted him.
Josephine helped Kendall up to his feet, the boy still a bit shaky, as she looked him the eyes, tears falling down her face, mixing with rain. Kendall stared at her. She liked him. He knew she liked him, and now, as much as he still wanted the physicality with her, there was a deeper feeling inside of him. He would die for her, and when he saw Blaze hold that knife to her neck, he knew it was true. He had fallen in love with Josephine Taylor.
Within the matter of seconds, Josephine and Kendall's lips were connected in a sweet, searing kiss. A kiss had never felt so right for either of the two parties, Josephine kissing only few guys in her past, and Kendall's beddings all worthless and dirty. Josephine's lips tasted like pure ecstasy to Kendall, and he wanted more. As the rain poured down in the alleyway, her thin white t-shirt totally see through at this point, Kendall couldn't turn back. He needed to show Josephine Taylor that he cared. That he loved her.
Kendall harshly bit on her lower lip, Josephine granting him entrance as she parted her plump lips, and Kendall's ashtray tongue surveyed her mouth. He grabbed her thin, perfect waist to his, and held her flush against his body, Josephine trying her best not to bother Kendall's split lip. It was a mix of all things bad, and all things good. Guilt and innocence. Pleasure and passion. Josephine's hands went through Kendall's wet, soft, locks of hair as she grabbed them in fistfuls, tongues wrestling, teeth clashing, soft, erotic moans emitting from each of their mouths.
Not being able to hold himself back, Kendall desperately pushed Josephine into an alleyway nearby, sandwiching her against the cold, brick wall, as their lips remained connected. Kendall watched as the beautiful girl writhed beneath him, her beautiful, humid, sticky body at his leisure. Kendall couldn't believe this was actually happening. No words were spoken as Kendall's hand traveled down Josephine's slim, sexy body to the button of her jeans. His hands a bit shaky, his lips still nibbling on hers, the rain still pouring down, Kendall unbuttoned her jean shorts, and quickly hit them down so they pooled at her feet.
Josephine moaned slightly in the kiss as Kendall took her head in his hands, holding it tightly as she took her hand, and wiped all the blood off his face. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing heavily, but said nothing.
Nothing needed to be said.
Kendall went in again, his breaths heavy as he went to Josephine's elongated neck, and started biting on it. He needed to create the images he had in his head a reality. He bit down hard on the soft, succulent, wet skin, Josephine squealing but not bothering to contest, her hands around Kendall's back as he sucked hard. Kendall's left hand went to the hem of her shirt, and he parted from her for a quick second, peeling the see through shirt up and off her head. Kendall stared down at the full, firm, tight breasts of his rival's sister, and couldn't help but moan out loud. He threw the white shirt aside, as rain droplets caught on Josephine's chest. Kendall brought his mouth down to the bare skin, and began to bite and suck the water off it, his split lip not mattering anymore. Josephine's chest heaved up and down, her fingers threaded in Kendall's hair as he held her waist tightly, making sure each breast was excited to his liking. Josephine's heavy breaths could barely be heard over the pouring of the rain, as he sucked powerfully, eliciting strangled moans from the innocent girl's throat. As much as Kendall would've liked to be inside her, he knew that it would take a bit a time, and he knew that this would be worth the wait.
He took his head from her chest, and moved straight back up to her lips, kissing them messily, as the lovers ran their hands through each other's hair. He parted from her for a quick second, and quickly disposed of his t-shirt, allowing his upper half completely nude. Josephine pulled Kendall back to her, her hands exploring the front of his semi-defined abdomen, tracing it with padded fingers.
Kendall's left hand rested at the hemline of Josephine's panties. He quickly as ever tore them down her long legs, falling to the ground in a rainy puddle as his hand immediately reached for her virgin center. He rubbed her with two fingers harshly, feeling her folds beneath his fingers intoxicatingly. He pushed further past them to her true sweet spot, and slowly stroked it, Josephine letting out a small howl. Her breathing was labored significantly, as Kendall did his best to slowly pass her sweet spot, loving how her knees went weak at it. Her hands clutched at his neck ravishingly, her lips connected to his in a fiery, searing kiss as her body moved up with each pass. Her legs began to shake as Kendall centered in on it, teasing her with just his finger, as the he felt Josephine melt into him, all the pleasure rushing in between her legs. Kendall was so incredibly hard at this point, he didn't know what could set him over. He loved how he could feel how slick Josephine was from his doing, knowing that it wasn't the rain water pouring down on them.
Josephine's grip on Kendall's back got tighter, his long, aching erection straining in his jeans, as his few final passes left the innocent girl with a sensitive, throbbing sensation in her lower half. Josephine moaned and whined at the loss against Kendall's lips, as with one hand, the scratches on his arms still bleeding a bit, he yanked down his jeans to his feet, not bothering to take them off. His entire body shaking, flush against Josephine's totally nude body, he yanked down his boxer briefs as well. Josephine stared down at his throbbing, swollen length and nearly gasped as Kendall's lips immediately found hers, biting and suckling them to her pleasure. Kendall put all his pain aside, just minutes away from being inside the girl he longed for.
"Please," Josephine begged in Kendall's ear, biting and licking the shell to his liking. Kendall had never been so hard in his entire lifetime, and didn't want this to end too soon, so instead of making Josephine's wishes come true, Kendall did just the opposite. He harshly picked up her right leg, and held it to his side, locking it around his body, running his hand up it, slick from rain water. He pushed her against the wall even more, both totally nude as the rain water pelted down on their bare bodies. Kendall slowly moved his hips to hers, allowing the tip of his erection to gently graze her folds, Josephine moaning out in pleasure against Kendall's swollen, bruised lips. He quickly brought his hand down between the two of them, and gave one, long stroke to his aching erection, as he continued to rub the head against Josephine's most sensitive spot. She cried out in pleasure, digging her nails in the back of Kendall's neck, writhing her body against his length beggingly. Feeling how damp she was, Kendall finally decided it was time. He had been waiting for this for months, and it was about to come true.
With one last slow, agonizing pass, Kendall harshly thrust into her. He felt pure joy and ecstasy, as her tight, virginal body fit Kendall like a vice, squeezing his length perfectly as he let out a soft moan. Josephine was even more heavenly than he had imagined her being. Kendall looked down at the two of them connected, making sure this was really happening as she writhed against him in a bit of pain. Kendall instantly went to her lips, and kissed them messily, as he pulled out and slammed back into Josephine going weak at the knees. Knowing how uncomfortable she was by her strangled moans, Kendall brought his hands down between her folds again, and softly began to rub her. Josephine's body moved in circles against the wall as he rubbed her harshly with three fingers, her strangled moans sometimes louder than the rain still falling on them. Her breasts bounced in time with Kendall's thrusts, and he opened his eyes and locked them on hers as he took her with no complaints.
He had never felt as good as he felt now, and he didn't know how he even fit inside her with how aching, and swollen his erection was. Kendall moaned loudly at the feeling of sliding in and out of Josephine's warm, wet core, his hand holding her thigh, their bodies moving in time. His lips meshed with her messily, as she whimpered out into his lips small ounces of pleasure, his fingers moving faster over her sweet spot. Kendall still roughly moved in and out of her, the rain falling on his length as he pulled out, only to make it that much sweeter when inside her. He moved harder and faster as she bucked her hips in acceptance, taking his entire seven inches in stride.
He bucked harder and harder, his hands still moving faster over her center as her legs began to shake with her oncoming release. Josephine moaned loudly into Kendall's mouth, as he swallowed it greatly, his chest flush against hers, loving the feeling of her bouncing breasts on his skin. Knowing he was close to finishing, as well, he parted from Josephine and watched his last few final thrusts into her, her body moving up against the brick wall, her legs shaking as he finally felt it. The best feeling in the world.
Josephine came powerfully as could be, Kendall not being even able to fathom how tight she was, as he couldn't hold it in anymore, and sweetly, released into her. His breathing was staccato as could be, as with each thrust into her as he rode out his orgasm nearly made the boy melt with pleasure, his abdomen shaking as he violently came into her shaking thighs. Josephine let out a loud moan of his name, falling into his arms, as the two bucked into each other, riding out the rest of their orgasms as their breathing violently. Josephine and Kendall finally opened their eyes, as they slowly slid down the brick wall a bit, still attached.
Kendall looked into the soaked girls, now dirty eyes. He had thought he would see her differently, but Kendall Knight still saw Josephine Taylor as the innocent, good girl he had two months ago. Here he was finally able to say he had the best pleasure of his life, and he wouldn't have to rely on his hand anymore. Josephine had been just like he imagined, and beyond his wildest dreams. Here Kendall Knight was, a fucked up soul, smelling like alcohol, drugs, and sex, in the middle of a dark alleyway in the pouring rain, inside his rival's sister, and looking into her eyes. He loved her. As much as it killed Kendall Knight to say, he fucking loved her, as much as he possibly could, and never wanted to be inside another woman again.
Kendall leaned in and softly kissed her lips, his pain coming back a bit from Blaze's assault, smiling at Josephine, as she beamed up at him, breathing heavily, and touching his wet blonde hair which hung in his eyes, leaning up to kiss him.
Kendall Knight sat naked in a dark alleyway with Josephine Taylor between his lips, the soft rain pelting down on his leather jacket, his blonde hair mussed with the sweet smell of rain, alcohol, sex…and love.
WOW. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!
The cameo was Sage and Kendall, from my Kendall/OC's bestie waterwicca's story, Past The Sorrow. Sage and Kendall were feeding each other french fries at the diner :D Big shoutout to her, you should read her stuff, its amazing! :D
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