thank me later. （ a. knight ）

ONE | PHOTOSHOOT

AUTHOR'S NOTE- LOWKEY SMUT WARNING RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE AT THE VERY BEGINNING. THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM. THIS STORY IS GONNA BE FUCKING WILD. PREPARE FOR A SIDE OF AWSTEN YALL HAVE NEVER SEEN FROM ME. LETS GOOOOO.

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I NEVER PROMISED YOU YOUR DREAM BOY
I'M BETTER AS YOUR CHEW TOY
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
THE HEART I GAVE YOU WAS A DECOY
I'M JUST HERE TO DESTROY LOVE
─ waterparks

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She swung the front door open, frowning at the figure standing on the landing, shoulders hunched against the rain as it poured down over him.

"So what happened this time? Did y'all get in a fight, or did she break up with you again?"

"She broke up with me."

The door inched wider, and he stepped inside. The second the door clicked shut, he gripped her arms and swung her around, pushing her back up against the door. His mouth moved against hers roughly, crushing her under the intensity, bruising her mouth with the force. He dug his fingers into her arms, pinning her tight against the door.

"Aws," she gasped, when his mouth moved from hers down to her neck and he bit down, hard.

"Shut up, don't say my name," he mumbled against her skin. "I don't want to be anyone right now. I just want to forget."

He pulled himself away from her then, his fingers latching like a vice around her wrist, pulling her further into the apartment before he shoved her down onto the couch. He stood above her, watching her. How could someone look so wicked and so innocent at the same time? She was younger than him and smaller, yes, but those things didn't make her any less wicked than him. She was just as to blame for their situation as he was.

"Are you just going to stare at me?"

His gaze hardened. "Undress."

She blinked and then smiled, all feline. "Make me."

This was the game. Cat and mouse. They took turns playing both parts. Today he was the cat.

He hooked his fingers into her shorts and pulled them down her legs and then smiled at the sight of her underwear. "Are those your favorite?"

"No. Why?"

A tongue of white hot fire licked up her hip as he ripped the fabric from her body, leaving a fabric burn in her skin. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the burn, almost like an apology. He would never apologize for this, though. He just took and took and took.

Especially when he came to her angry like this. Angry at himself, angry at that stupid girl he was fucking, angry at her. His anger made it hurt worse, made him get rough with her, but it was okay. He was here with her. He always came back to her.

It was something.

"Tell me you love me, Freya." He knelt down between her knees, pushing them apart until her hips hurt.

"I don't love you," she said feebly, uselessly, her voice breaking around the words as his fingers danced higher up her thigh.

"You're a worse liar than me." He smiled when she gasped as his fingers slid inside, her body not even resisting him. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you." Her toes curled as his fingers scissored inside of her.

He smiled at her, almost lovingly. Almost. "I love you, too."