Play Pretend

Genuine

Y/n's POV:

My eyes slightly open as I feel strong hands holding me, soft wind blowing my hair as I looked up,

Rafe was carrying me inside a building that looked like a massive hotel,

It was grand and expensive-looking,

I saw him looking down at me,

'It's okay beautiful, keep your eyes closed,' He assured,

Something must be wrong with him, he has never been this gentle with me, and so, genuine,

The rest was in a blur, doors opening and closing, Rafe shushing everyone, a girl, I heard a girl's voice asking if Rafe was single,

My eyes shut open,

'No I'm not, move aside.' He said,

He's funny sometimes,

'She was your chance.' I utter as I feel us being in a lift,

'I don't need chances.' He said...however, he seems to have stopped himself from continuing, as if he had something else to say, as he clears his throat instead...

—-

I feel myself being laid down, covered up, and leaving,

'Wait...' I mutter, seeing that it was Rafe, 'where are you going?'

'I have a room next to yours.' He says, looking at me,

'What are we doing tomorrow?' I ask him,

'Just settling in, we won't stay here for long, just resting a day.' He says,

'Oh,' I whisper, 'okay.',

Rafe nods and goes toward the door, I see him hesitate before he switches off the lights and closes the door behind him,

I hate what we have,

I hate him,

And I hate myself for denying,

This whole play pretend idea was silly, with every minute that we pretend to be together, it feels less like pretending,

I know that he doesn't feel the same way, but for God's sakes, whatever we have should end as soon as possible, until it becomes addictive...

—-

Next day wasn't very eventful, we all gathered in a big-hotel room, it was massive, and very fancy,

We were all just having a good time as I decided to get up and go to the kitchen to get some water,

Rafe was there, leaning against the countertop and with folded arms, his eyes meet mine,

We maintain the eye contact for a few minutes until I take a glass from the counter,

'I wanted to get some water.' I mutter,

'Go on.' He responds,

I hear everyone laughing in the room next to us,

'Y/n, Rafe, hurry up, it's getting steamy!' I hear them yell,

Rafe smirks and shakes his head...

—-

'There they are!' Sarah smiles up and giggles,

We all jut play some games, truth or dare, Brittany was there as well...

'Rafe, truth or dare?' She smiles at him,

'Truth.'

'What was the last sexual fantasy that you imagined?' She asks,

'Sex on the kitchen counter.' He says, smiling,

His eyes brushed to mine as I flushed,

—-

After a while, I decided that it was time to go to my room,

Rafe walked with me as we entered my room,

I sat on the bed and began taking off my high-knee socks whilst maintaining an eye contact with him,

He clenched his jaw, looking right at me, his fingers tightening around the counter,

'I'll be going to sleep now.' I utter, avoiding his eye,

The air feels with this indescribable tension between us,

I just want to unravel in his touch,

Feel him,

My legs press together at the thought of him fucking me,

He looks right at my legs and back at me, smirking and nodding,

'Alright then, I'll go.' He says,

I nod, I am unable to even look at him, because if I do, I'll give in and forget about all the hate that I have towards this man,

I'll be unable to withhold myself,

I saw the door close behind him,

I get up, walking up and down the room, pacing back and forth,

Tugging at my fingers,

'Oh fuck it.' I whisper and pace towards the door,

Without even having to open it fully, I feel it being pushed,

The door opens and Rafe is standing right in front of me,

He hasn't even left,

He wanted to come back in,

We look at each other,

Both heated,

Both desperate,

'Oh fuck Y/n...' He grunts and grasps me by my cheeks,

His lips then plant on mine,

I give in, kissing him back so desperately, my arms locking in his hair,

His lips are soft, they passionately ravel over mine,

Tongues brushing against one another,

I hear Rafe closing the door behind him with his leg as he lifts me up, still kissing me,

He groans in my mouth as he drops me on the bed, getting on top, his lips still on mine,

Fuck that feels good,

He feels so good,

His lips so good on mine,

He grunts my name against my neck as he trails wet kisses down my neck, leaving marks, making me moan and tug at his hair,

'Just like that, make those beautiful noises for me.' He whispers,

'We're meant to hate each other...' I moan, he stops kissing me as he locks eyes with me,

'Oh Y/n, I hate you so much that I cannot stay away from you.' He says,

'Then don't.' I utter...

'I'm not planning on.' He smirks and goes down my neck again, going lower,

Is he about to...-

'Oh Rafe-'

'I'll give you that many orgasms for all the times that others failed to please you, because I will not.' He says, going even lower,

Oh my...

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