Maybe Bimbo! Reader x Dark!Rafe
Something along the lines of him taking advantage of her naivety.
Lead On
dark!Rafe Cameron x f!bimbo!Reader drabble
Warnings: noncon touching, intox, implied noncon, fingering, victim blaming, slut shaming
You took another sip of your drink between giggles as you listened to his story about having to run from the cops at his last party.
“Not like they would have actually done anything if they caught me,” he drawled with a low chuckle.
“Oh my god, I’ve never been to a party that got busted before,” you admitted, shaking your head with a smile and looking up at the taller man.
“Then this must be your first time coming to one of my parties.” Rafe joked, but you nodded your head in agreement, and he didn’t look surprised.
“That explains why I didn’t recognize you, sweetheart,” he grinned, white teeth winking at you as he shifted closer to you in the secluded hallway. “I would have remembered a pretty girl like you.”
You blushed, thanking him for his compliment with a smile. “I’m just in town to visit my sister, she has a friend who knew about the party.”
Rafe didn’t reply at first, his eyes flicking down to the short black skirt you were wearing so fast you convinced yourself you must have imagined it.
“You’ve barely had any of your drink, Y/N.”
You glanced down at the cup in your hand, suddenly feeling like a jerk for not having the drink that Rafe had prepared for you.
He was so nice to you, and it felt good considering you didn’t know anyone here except your sister, who was god knows where right now.
You raised the cup to your lips again and you were surprised when his hand covered yours, holding the cup in place and forcing you to drink the rest of the strong punch he had poured you.
When he finally dropped his hand, you swallowed the last bit and looked up at him in confusion.
Rafe brought his hand to your chin, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the drop of alcohol that you missed, and mumbling, “spilled a little.”
His touch sent a hot spark through you, and you blushed at the close contact.
“Thanks,” you quietly replied with a smile.
Rafe was so nice.
“C’mon, lets get you another drink.” He grabbed your wrist and started walking towards the sounds of the party but you stayed put, tugging your wrist from his grasp.
“I don’t know if I should’ve have another drink yet, I think that last one is about to hit me hard.” You paused, noticing the frown that had begun to set in on his face. “Plus, I don’t really know anyone here, it’s probably best if I take it slow.”
He looked down at you, his eyes darkened and his jaw ticked before he replied, “well you know me, don’t you?”
His answer surprised you, but it did make sense, and Rafe had only been sweet and helpful to you so far tonight, so you felt pretty confident that he would help you out if anything went wrong.
“Okay! I guess that would be fine,” you smiled at him, happy when his grin returned to his face.
“I promise, I’ll make sure you’re okay.”
You followed him to the kitchen where he poured you another cup of punch before leading you to his bedroom. You felt so glad he was making your drinks for you, and you thought to yourself that Rafe seemed like a really good guy.
“It’s so loud out there,” he explained as he closed the door behind him, muffling the sounds of the party downstairs. “Thought it’d be better here, so we can keep talking.”
“That makes sense, you’re so smart,” you replied, genuinely smiling at how thoughtful he was being. You sat down on his bed, taking another sip of your drink before setting it down on his bedside table. Your head felt kind of funny, and you thought it might be time to slow down.
“So, have you lived in Outer Banks your whole life?”
Rafe sat next to you on his bed, “yep. Born and raised.”
“It must be so nice living near the beach, I’ve always wanted to live on the ocean.”
Rafe didn’t respond, his blue eyes studied you when you looked away, drinking in the way your tight shirt and short skirt accentuated your curves.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that, Y/N?” His voice was deeper now, words coming out slightly slurred.
You turned to meet his eyes and you were shocked when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.
Letting out a small squeak of surprise, you tried to pull away, but his hand came to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his lips covered yours again.
When Rafe broke away from the kiss only to push you down onto the bed and start straddling you, you tried to protest.
“Wait, Rafe stop,” you told him and he looked down at you like you were crazy.
“What?” He questioned you, clearly annoyed that you had interrupted him. His blue eyes bored into you, and anxiety began to clutch your throat.
“I- I just think we’re going too fast, I feel pretty drunk right now,” you quietly admitted and he scoffed.
His blue eyes darkened as he sneered at you. “This whole night you’ve been trailing after me and batting your fucking eyelashes at me and now..? What- you’re acting like you don’t want this?”
His harsh words stung and they had you second guessing every interaction you had had with him tonight.
“Like you weren’t leading me on?”
You reached a hand up to push him off of you, to show him that you weren’t kidding, and you gasped when he harshly grabbed your wrist, twisting it painfully as he pinned it to his bed.
You yelped, struggling against him as your breath grew uneven. “I wasn’t leading you-”
His lips captured yours again. This time his hand came to your cheek, holding you in place as his other hand stayed wrapped tight around your wrist.
The feeling reminded you of the several other times you had found yourself in situations like this, alone at a party with a stranger who thought you were sending signals when you were just being nice.
It always took you until the last second when they would lean in for the kiss for you to realize you had sent them the wrong message.
A couple of them got angry with you and called you a ‘tease’ or a ‘slut’ before storming off, which hurt and confused you a lot. But you had never had a guy keep kissing you after you had asked him to stop.
When he squeezed your wrist again, you whimpered in pain, and Rafe took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, groaning as he tasted you.
You felt so confused, and the alcohol coursing through your system wasn’t helping you. You thought that Rafe was a good guy. You thought you could trust him.
Hadn’t he been helping you out all night?
His dark room was spinning around you as he kissed you, and when his hand trailed from your chin to your chest, you squirmed beneath him.
Rafe broke the kiss, his rough hands coming to the hem of your shirt and tugging it off over your shoulders, ripping the fabric in the process before he discarded it over his shoulder.
“Why the fuck do you think those drinks I made you were so strong?” He chuckled, looking down at your exposed chest hungrily, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip as he took in your distressed state. “Just ‘cuz I was being nice?”
You let out a whimper at his harsh words, burning tears collecting on your waterline, “I- I thought-”
When you felt his hand creeping up your skirt, the pads of his large fingers pressing against the damp patch on your lacy panties, you froze, teary eyes going wide as you looked up at him fearfully.
“I didn’t spend the whole party with you to listen to your thoughts, Y/N.” He mocked you, tugging your panties down your legs with ease despite your pathetic attempts to stop him.
Your back arched up off the bed when Rafe roughly pushed two digits past the gummy resistance of your entrance, sliding his large fingers inside you with ease, and you bit your lip to stifle the whine that threatened to climb out of your throat.
“I didn’t bring you up to my fucking bedroom just for you to back out after teasing me like a slut all night.”
