Play Pretend

Hate him

Y/n's POV:

He then keeps taunting me, gauging my reaction,

His fingers gliding everywhere, but not where it aches the most,

'Rafe-please...' I beg, grasping onto his arms,

'Please what princess?' He asks, smirking at how unruly I become beneath this touch,

Then, senses hit me,

'We shouldn't be doing this...' I whisper, he creases his eyebrow at me,

'Do you want me to stop?' He asks as I think, I don't, I really don't, no one has ever made me feel this way, so, pleased yet desperate,

'I don't know-we're meant to be hating each other...' I whisper,

'Oh I hate you Y/n, I hate you so fucking much...' He seethes through his teeth as he then inserts one finger in me, making me gasp and hold onto his arm,

'I hate you so much for making me feel the way I never have before.' He continues, 'tell me to stop, and I will.' He warns,

'Fuck Rafe, oh-' I moan, overwhelmed by the sensation,

His lips are inches away from my neck, I want him to kiss me, to devour me, to feel his lips on me so bad, but he doesn't touch with his lips,

His heavy breathing vibrates against my skin until I hear him groan against my neck,

'Fuck Y/n, if you keep making those sweet noises, I won't be able to restrain myself...' He says, inserting a second finger, fastening the pace...

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Rafe's POV:

All I wanted was to hover above her, kiss every inch of her skin, her neck, lips, cheeks, collarbones, stomach, between her legs, her thighs,

It is so fucking difficult to pretend as if I'm not mentally tearing myself apart to not do more,

It hurts physically,

I want to please her much more, and it is getting more and more difficult to pretend,

I want to fuck her, so hard that she screams my name so loud that the neighbours know it,

I want to bury my head between those thighs, but I can't, for now,

The noises she make, I am hard and I don't know how much longer I can wait,

She makes me feel the things I've never felt before,

This is not okay,

I am meant to hate her, not be crazy over her,

'Oh Rafe, I am close,' she moans, making me groan in pleasure...

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Y/n's POV:

I can hear him groan my name against my neck, as he continues the rhythmical pace of his fingers,

This is wrong, oh so fucking wrong, but fuck it feels good, better than anything,

'Then cum all over my fingers love.' He whispers,

And then, I feel it, the climax, no one has ever made me orgasm so hard,

I cannot maintain myself from the pleasure,

'Oh Rafe-fuck-Gosh-' I utter, he then grasps me by my head and buries my head in his chest,

'It's okay love, just like that...' He whispers in my ear as my breathing calms,

'Good girl.' He whispers, caressing my hair...

I fall asleep, in his arms...

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I am awaken by the sheer light from the window hitting my eyes,

I groan and wiggle in the bed, opening my eyes,

I see Rafe putting on a shirt, his back muscles flexing against the light gliding over them,

'Hey?' I whisper, he turns around and looks at me,

'Get up, you've slept a lot.' He sternly says,

What...

'What happened? Have you forgotten what happened last night-'

'Nothing happened last night.' He says, interrupting me, he walks towards the bed,

'It was one time, won't happen again, I was just proving my point.'

'Which is?'

'No one can make you cum except me, and that will never happen again.' He says, 'now get up, we are only pretending.'

He then moves towards the door, opens it and exits,

What a twat,

So it meant nothing to him?

Fine, alright, I'll just act the same way as he does then...

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I walked into the kitchen, in a bikini,

Black-laced top which knots on my back and a bottom, reaching my hips,

'Y/n?' Sarah asks as I see Rafe tensing his jaw and rolling the tongue against his cheek,

'You had a lake there, I thought before we left I could swim for a bit.' I say, smiling,

'Sure, absolutely, let's do that.' Sarah said, inclining that everyone should go,

I smiled at Rafe and walked toward the panoramic window to open it and go to the lake to wait for everyone, but I am interrupted by Rafe grasping my wrist and pulling me back,

He towers over me,

Leans in to reach my ear and whispers-angrily,

'What do you think you are doing?' He asks, furious,

'Trying to swim, yet you have interrupted my journey-'

'I am not playing here Y/n.' He says,

'We are only pretending, and be a good boyfriend and let me have a swim, since you don't care, or am I mistaken?' I ask innocently, looking up at him,

He takes in a deep breath, his jaw clenched, eyes darkening,

'Fine, you're right, I don't care.'

'Good!' I uttered,

'Good.' He said,

We maintained the eye contact,

The space between us got tenser,

The atmosphere was intense as our breathing increased,

He eventually lets go of me as I walk towards the lake, feeling his eyes remain on me,

I hate him.

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