Play Pretend

Disguise

Y/n's POV:

My feelings are in a clutter,

Who would've thought that, two people who evidently hated each other were in disguise of waiting one another so bad,

Sarah does not know that we confessed,

It still looks like an act, only she doesn't know that this 'act' involves him fucking me until my legs go sore,

I spectated him as he worked on his computer,

My eyes traced down his emphasised jawline, his perfectly structured nose, his collarbones...my eyes moving lower as I have not noticed that he was looking at me himself,

'Darlin', if you keep looking at me this way, I might have to make you cum on this very table.' He says, making me gulp,

We have to go to that party though...' I utter, trying to challenge his decision, his mates are having a party, everyone will be attending,

'Oh trust me, I much rather fuck you than go to that stupid party.' He smiles,

I watch as his long-very-fucking-skilled-fingers graze over the keyboard, his veins snaking around his arm,

'I'll go dress up...' I smile, getting up, as when I walk past him, he grabs my waist, pulling me to him, he stands up, immediately towering over me,

I even have to lift my head up to meet his gaze,

He pulls me closer by my waist, cupping my chin as he lowers himself to my ear,

'This is what's going to happen princess, you will go and put on that dress that I bought you so that later I can rip it off, got it beautiful?' He whispers,

A flock of goosebumps pools over my body, trickling down my spine,

'Yes.' I whisper, unable to form a proper sentence,

'Good girl.'

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I look in the mirror, fixing up the final strands of hair,

I am wearing a black-silky dress which stretches down to my knees, yet it has a cut sweeping up my thigh, revealing it,

A V-neck cut on my cleavage, high-strapped heels and a purse,

Hair curled, trailing down my shoulders,

At the corner of my eye I see Rafe leaning against the doorframe, hands folded, his eyes raking down my body,

A mischievous grin forming on his lips as he sharply inhales, holding the air in,

Stepping behind me, we make eye contact in the mirror as his left hand holds my waist, his other hand's fingers trace up my bare back,

His rings sending shivers down my spine,

I let out a gasp at the sensation as his fingers begin to zip my dress up,

Once he is done, maintaining the eye contact, he leans down and plants a kiss on my neck, I crane my head to give him better access,

His hands begin to snake down my waist and on my thigh, upward the cut,

'Rafe...' I whisper, 'we have to go-I promised-'

I am cut off by him looking at me and smirking,

'Yes love, but they can wait.' He whispers before his finger tips begin to sweep over my underwear, making me throw my head back in pleasure,

We are both standing in front of a mirror, him being behind me,

Whilst his right hand begins to insert itself under my lingerie,

His left hand grips my chin and forces me to look back at the mirror, whispering a command for me to maintain eye contact with him,

His head is right next to my ear as he inserts the first finger, following by the second,

I let out a moan 'Rafe', as he smiles and whispers,

'That's right, now keep looking at how fucking beautiful you are.',

He keeps the rhythmic pace of going in and out, his lips simultaneously tracing down my neck, moving my head so that he reaches more,

I can feel him groaning against my skin,

'I'm about to-oh-cum-' I groan, gripping onto his arm for support,

'Then be a good little girl and cum on my fingers.' He whispers, which results in me doing so,

My legs begin to shake from the pleasure as he holds me, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror,

'That's right, just like that.' He whispers,

'Oh Rafe-fuck-' I moan, trying to come out of the pleasure that shot a dozen of tremors down my body, making me weak in legs,

He licks his fingers off and smirks at me in the mirror,

'Now we can go.' He assures, kissing me on my cheek as he leads me toward the door,

I am so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure which makes me want more, that was his plan,

He teased me, showing me what we could have now,

Oh Rafe, I know how to play as well...

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