#rafexbimbo!reader

rafe knew exactly how you and him became friends and he still couldn’t believe it. your so shy, inexperienced and he thinks your just pathetically cute in a way. but rafe, rafe was just him. he had been plotting on you for weeks before you two became friends. the minute he saw you at that party in that little pink and white bow bikini he knew he needed you. but god, if someone had told past rafe you out of all people trusted him enough to be your best friend he wouldn’t believe it.

you always labelled each-other as best friends but rafe was anything but platonic to you. he always had to have a hand on your body, hip, lower back or even breast at times. and sometimes he will say things that you are certain are just friends things but everyone else knows there not. when your at parties in your small outfits his eyes linger where a friends shouldn’t. but rafe just had a way with manipulating you and just convincing you it was all just normal. he would say things like “s’okay, we’re friends, right?”

it was another saturday night which meant another big party from topper. you were glued to rafe’s hip the whole time, of course. but you where awfully quiet sat next to him while he counted up the dollar bills. usually, you talked his ear off but not tonight.

his blue eyes scanned over your face and followed down to whatever your eyes where looking at it. he hoped it wasn’t him, he hoped you hadn’t copped on and realised what he’s being doing is wrong. but it wasn’t that.

“hey, whats goin’ on in that pretty head, huh?” he coaxed.

“i dunno, rafe. i’m jus’ not feeling the best tonight. i’m tired and-and these boys keep coming up to me and asking if i need a drink when your busy.” you whined, leaning your head against his broad shoulder.

you watched as rafe’s expression darkened at the mention of men approaching you, you knew he didn’t like that, rafe just wanted you to himself. “don’t worry about it, baby.” he murmured into your hair, his voice low and soothing. “i’ll handle it.”

“your so nice to me, rafey.” you slurred, tired and uncoordinated from drinks.

“here, i’ll give you a little something to make you feel better.” he whispered. you watched as he dipped a finger into the white substance infront and tilted your head back, smearing it on your gums.

“i don’t like the taste.” you said.

“i know it’s gross, but you know i’d never give you something bad, right?” he cooed, knowing exactly what buttons to press. “you know i’ll take good care of you, baby.”

you nod along.

he smiled, he loved knowing he had you right where he wanted. he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “that’s my good girl, you know i only want what’s best for you.”

you nod again, the powder dissolving with your salvia and working through your system. “mhm, that’s why your my best friend ever..”

he let out a soft laugh, pulling you tighter against him. his fingers found the hem of your bikini top that he’d originally picked out for you to wear, tugging it slightly so it sat lower on your chest.

the coke had hit you hard now. rafe had only given you this once and this time it was worse. you couldn’t see straight anymore, everyone and everything was going blurry.

“rafey, what you doing..”

“i’m adjusting your top, baby.. it was riding up.” he said smoothly, his voice innocent while his thumb brushed against the swell of your breast beneath the fabric.

you didn’t say anything, your pupils where now fully dilated, your movements where sluggish. perfect. this is what rafe needed, nobody would suspect a thing if they saw you with him especially when he’s holding you so protectively.

“let’s go somewhere more quieter, yeah?” he said, whispering in your ear.