𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, RAFE CAMERON

✧˖°𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝

[TW: SMUT]

"NO, NO THAT'S not necessary, babe. I'll be fine with Mom's soup and tea, I promise." You told your boyfriend through the phone, throwing in a few coughs at the ends to make your sick act more believeable.

"Alright, if you say so. I'll see you soon, babe." JJ replied with a chuckle, hanging up after you wished him a good night.

You threw your phone onto the small table beside the bed, turning back around nuzzle into his embrace. Rafe's embrace.

"Did he buy it?" Rafe asked noncholantly, his head resting on top of yours as his hand gently stroked your bare arm.

"So far so good." You replied, looking up at him with a smile, him returning the smile once his eyes met yours, his face leaning down to capture your lips in a lingering kiss.

"Thanks for playing along." you muttered after he pulled away, the corners of his lips curling up in a slight smirk, his fingertips ghosting along your skin. "It was a good idea honestly."

"Any excuse to be around you." he replied, his eyes trailing down your bare body covered by the blanket. His blanket.

It was no secret that he had feelings for you. In fact, it was painfully obvious to anybody with eyes.

He wasn't ashamed of having feelings for his enemy's girlfriend, not that you discouraged it.

He'd made several passes at you, most of them not really subtle, but you made a point to brush it off, telling him that it wouldn't work out between you. You had a boyfriend.

But every few nights you'd sneak off to his room to indulge in him. You felt no remorse, it was fun, no strings attached, just passion and lust mixed together.

And he was fine with that, because he got to be you. Even if it was for just a few hours in the night.

Tonight wasn't any different from the previous nights. He would take care of you, holding you until the passion became overpowering, and you'd leave before the sun came up. That was okay though, because you would always come back.

You turned around to face him, his arms instantly wrapping around you, tugging your body closer against his. The warmth of his body making you shiver, goosebumps rising on your bare skin.

"Cold?" He asked through a teasing smirk, running his hand up and down your arm, goosebumps spreading as he did so. Your skin was so sensitive under his touch, just a slight brush against your collarbone from his knuckles made your breath hitch.

You nodded your head, scooting backwards against him as you moved yourself against his body. You could feel the beginnings of his want pressing against you and your body reacted, pressing back against him.

He held back a groan at the contact, his grip on your waist tightening, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal your bare back.

He leaned his head down, peppering your neck in kisses, his lips trailing along your skin, occasionally grazing it with his teeth.

His hand slid down your stomach, reaching down to settle near your hip, gently massaging the soft, sensitive skin there, his nose nuzzling against your neck.