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Silly Girl

Best friend!Rafe x f!reader

Synopsis: After accidentally making your best friend jealous, you learn what Rafe's true feelings toward you are.

Warnings: non-con !!!, somno, drinking, drug use, choking, unprotected sex, drugging, violence

You had always been too trusting for your own good.

It was what you had heard over and over again growing up. They were right. You were too trusting. It was something that your best friend said to you all the time.

You and Rafe Cameron made an odd pairing. You were both kooks, but that was about where the similarities ended.

You knew that Rafe was troubled and you knew that his drug addiction, despite the occasional pros of access to coke at his parties, was a big issue. But you also knew about the hell that Ward was constantly putting Rafe through, which inclined you to want to take Rafe’s side.

Despite his reputation of being a bit of a fuck boy, he had never made any moves on you, which you appreciated. You liked being friends with Rafe, and had never thought of him in that way, although you could admit that he was handsome. You much preferred to keep your relationship friendly.

It was common knowledge that he hooked up with girls at his parties a lot. You, on the other hand, had not had much dating experience, save for the one painfully awkward hook up you had had with a random guy you had met at a party.

All that said, you had never once felt uncomfortable around him, never felt like he was checking you out or anything like that. You had known each other for so long, it was honestly the furthest thing from your mind.

Which is why you didn’t think twice when he invited you to the party he was hosting at his house that weekend.

You walked through the front doors and took in the sea of people that flooded the house. Lots of friends you recognized, but also many strangers. This wasn’t unusual though, Rafe did hang out with people outside of you, and he was well known for having drugs at all of his parties.

Your eyes swept the crowd looking for Rafe, and you startled when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see your friend, who you greeted with a hug.

“Rafe! How’s the drink situation here?” You questioned, mentally noting the red solo cup in his hand.

“Pretty good, but not as good as this,” he flashed a little baggie of white powder and your eyes lit up. “Want a line?”

“Do you even have to ask??” You laughed, following your friend as he led you to the quieter living room area. Rafe sat at the sofa and you sat beside him as he set two lines of coke up.

“Woah, Cameron!” You giggled at the amount that he had placed on the table. Almost double what you had tried in the past. “I don’t know about this, I’ve never done this much at once.”

You looked over at him sheepishly, and Rafe cocked an eyebrow in challenge, “Come on, Y/L/N, you’re not pussying out on me now, are you?”

His tone was daring, but playful, and you couldn’t help the old school competitiveness you felt towards him rise in your chest.

“You’re on,” you grinned at him before rolling up a bill and snorting the line.

“Oh fuck, I hate this part,” your nostrils twitched as you pressed a finger to the left side of your nose, inhaling the powder deeper into your system. You closed your eyes, leaning back on the couch as the rush traveled from your head throughout your body.

You opened your eyes, surprised to see Rafe looking at you, rather than at the line still waiting in front of him.

You raised an eyebrow inquisitively, which seemed to break Rafe out of his trance. Your fingers shook slightly from the coke when you handed him the rolled up bill for him to use.

As he snorted his line, your eyes fell on the drink he had sitting on the table. Rafe sat up beside you and glanced over at you.

“Wanna try that, Y/L/N? It’s just some fruity shit that gets you fucked up fast. If you like it I could grab you a cup.” Rafe smiled at you before you nodded and took the cup from his hand.

You tried a sip of the drink, and found that although it was almost sickly sweet, it definitely seemed boozy. “Yeah, this’ll do, could you grab me a cup?”

You met his gaze with a lopsided smile, and Rafe stood and left to grab you a drink.

“Y/N.” You heard a familiar voice from behind you and you sat up from the sofa, turning around to see Topper. You broke out in a smile, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace before you both pulled apart.

“Where’s Rafe?” Topper questioned over the sounds of the loud music, eyes scanning the area for his friend.

“Ah he just left to get me a drink. He’ll probably be back soon. You should do a line while we wait,” you teased, circling back around the couch and gesturing to the coke still in the baggie you were keeping an eye on.

“I’m game,” Topper said with a grin, sitting down beside you and leaning over the table to shape the line of coke before he grabbed the rolled up bill and snorted it.

You leaned against your friend, comfortable enough with Topper that you had no problem with a little platonic cuddling. Besides, he was dating Sarah, and you knew how loyal he was to her.

The coke was making your head feel funny and the sounds of the party seemed to pulse further and further away from your ears.

You startled when Rafe returned, the rough movement in which he handed you your drink was punctuated by the sour look on his face. You had shifted away from Topper to grab the drink, enjoying the cool sensation of the cup in your hand.

“What, find some Pogues in the kitchen or something?” You joked to the blond in front of you as you took a swig of your drink, but he didn’t laugh. His eyebrows were pulled together and the expression on his face worried you.

Rafe glowered at the table, noticing the missing coke that Topper had just snorted.

“Did I tell you you could have that?” His voice was low, but cutting, and the tension that filled the air when you and Topper registered his words was heavy.

“Come on Rafe, it’s just Topper-“ you began nervously. You knew how Rafe could get when he was too coked up and drunk, and although you had never seen Rafe and Topper get in a fist fight, you wouldn’t put it past him.

“Shut up Y/N! I wasn’t talking to you.” The bitterness in his words surprised you and you stood to step in between Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s just calm down, I’m sure Topper thought you would be okay with it!” You tried to defuse the situation again, nervously eyeing the way Rafe’s fingers were curling themselves into fists and then releasing, it was a nervous tic he often had when he was pissed off.

“B-besides, I’m the one who suggested he have it anyway,” you admitted and Rafe’s head whipped towards you. His jaw ticked and he blew out a long breath through his nose in frustration.

“Sorry dude, I really didn’t think it would be a big deal,” Topper apologized.

The two men stared each other down for a few moments before Rafe relented, cocking his head to the side as he chuckled lowly, “It’s fine, just don’t let it happen again.”

You sat down on the couch again, shaking your head a little in disbelief. His piercing blue eyes narrowed, flicking between you and Topper.

“Cheating on my sister, Thorton?” Rafe challenged, although you didn’t have the first clue why, it’s not like he genuinely gave a fuck about Sarah.

“Oh my god, Rafe just drop it. It’s not a big deal,” you complained, nervously taking another sip of your drink.

“It is a big deal when one of my friends is trying to get in my other friends’ pants, and cheating on my sister in the process,” Rafe spat, deciding that his outburst wasn’t over yet. “But apparently neither of you give a fuck about that.”

Your eyebrows shot up, anger and hurt no doubt written all over your face. Rafe’s eyes softened almost imperceptibly, but you had known him long enough to know that he wasn’t one to apologize.

“Fuck you Rafe!” Your response had his lip curling, probably crafting a lame come back or threat that he would never follow through on. You didn’t want to hear it.

You slammed back the rest of your drink, glaring at Rafe. “Ugh, you’re giving me a headache. I’m going somewhere quieter.”

You stood, surprised at how drunk you felt when you did, swaying slightly before you steadied yourself. You shot Rafe one last scowl before you walked towards the foyer, headed for the stairs.

You clung to the railing, feeling more and more unsteady as you walked. Your head was swimming, which made no sense considering you had only had one drink, but you supposed the coke could be heightening the effects.

You continued placing one foot in front of the other, carrying yourself up the stairs and entering the first unoccupied room you found, grateful that there was a bed in it that you could lie on.

You kicked off your uncomfortable shoes, turning the nightstand by the bed on. You just needed to gather yourself for a few minutes, the alcohol was really getting to you.

As soon as you lay down however, you could feel sleep tugging at your eyelids. Funny, you were never one to get tired early at parties, but here you were. Oh well, you figured a short nap might refresh you and help you rally.

Your body felt so heavy, and yet light at the same time. Even though you knew you were lying on an unmoving bed, you felt like you were floating on a raft down a calm river, the spinning in your mind getting confused for rocking.

It took so much effort to turn your head to the side when the door opened and then closed, and you could make out the shape of someone coming closer to you.

“Y/N?” His voice sounded far away, like your ears were stuffed with cotton. You tried to open your mouth to say something but you found that you couldn’t make your lips move.

The man drew closer to you, and you realized it was Rafe. You knew that you were mad at him, and you had left to get away from him, but you couldn’t remember why anymore. What had he done?

You tensed when you felt him shift on to the bed, sitting beside you and snapping his fingers in front of your face a few times. “Y/N? Are you in there?”

You couldn’t move or speak at all, confused by the sensations you were feeling. Rafe chuckled and said something you couldn’t completely hear, just fragments ringing in your ears. “Silly girl… got too drunk, huh?”

With great effort, you nodded your head, not even sure if Rafe could see the movement.

However you froze completely when you felt Rafe’s hand brush against your exposed thigh, slowly pushing up your skirt, fingers climbing closer to your core.

You could feel your heart beat picking up, and you willed yourself to sit up, trying sluggishly to push your friend off of you.

Rafe grabbed your shoulders, softly pushing you back down on the bed before he ground his hips against you.

“R-Rafe?” You found your voice seconds before his lips covered yours.

Panic flashed through your body, you felt all of your blood turn to ice in your veins.

His hand found your throat and you gasped, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his tongue messily pushing its way into your mouth.

You tried to push him off or climb out from under him, but even if you had been stone cold sober, Rafe could beat your strength any day. You had absolutely no chance of getting away.

You felt him fumbling with his shorts on top of you, pushing them down his legs before he grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

The thin layer of clothes between you and Rafe had you trembling in fear, and you felt the first tears fall when he moved your panties to the side, slowly pushing a finger into you.

“Relax sweetheart,” Rafe rasped, eyes fixed on where his finger was pumping into your slick cunt.

You could feel yourself growing wetter as he fucked you slowly, and you gasped when he added a second finger. Rafe’s lips smothered yours and you moaned softly against him when his fingers curled inside you. It felt so good and so incredible wrong at the same time.

“S-stop Rafe,” you mumbled weakly. Your head was spinning, unable to discern anything except the feeling of his fingers moving in you while his thumb massaged your clit.

The worst part was how stupid you felt. How you had thought that you were different than all the other girls, that you thought Rafe was your friend. Had he been interested in you this whole time? He was willing to throw away a 15 year long friendship just to get off and he didn’t even care that you were begging him to stop.

Through your haze, you realized at some point that he had stopped, and you looked up to see him shirtless, pulling down his boxers. The panic rose in you again but you couldn’t move fast enough. He climbed on top of you, hands roughly gripping your wrists to pin you down.

Rafe lined his hips up with yours, slowly pushing his cock into you and stretching you out until he was in you to the hilt, and you heard him curse under his breath.

“You feel even better than I imagined, fuck.” Rafe groaned, and you whimpered when his hands tightened around your wrists

You let out a shaky breath as he began to move his hips against yours. You were whining, digging your nails into his hands as best as you could, so hard you were sure you drew blood while he thrusted into you slowly.

You opened your mouth to protest again, but your voice died in your throat when Rafe wrapped a hand around it, squeezing enough to cut off your airflow for a moment.

“Fuck, Y/N. So pretty when you’re babbling on my cock like the cum drunk slut I always knew you were.” Rafe’s hand tightened at your throat and you reached up to claw at him, becoming distracted when he began rutting into you faster and harder.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. It didn’t feel real. You had never in a million years suspected that Rafe was capable of what he was doing to you right now, and the betrayal you felt in your heart was almost worse than the pressure at your throat and between your legs.

You could feel yourself slipping out of consciousness slowly, and for a moment you wondered if that was what you wanted, at least it would be better than going through this.

Rafe’s grip released you though, and you took a gasping breath, hating the way you could feel yourself growing wetter and making a mess on your thighs as he picked up his pace.

“I always thought you were pretty Y/N, you know?” Rafe chuckled, lips drawing nearer to your ear. “But I think you look the best when you’re squirming and whimpering underneath me.”

You shivered at his words, disgust filling you at his confession and you closed your eyes, squeezing tears out that stained your cheeks.

Rafe was pounding into you harder, eliciting whimpers as you felt yourself nearing the edge. His cock was brushing against your walls in a way that was making your toes curl, and you felt betrayed by your body when you finally came around him. Your whole body shook as your orgasm rolled through you, squeezing onto Rafe’s cock even harder. You felt breathless and empty, but Rafe wasn’t done, still curving his hips against yours.

You panicked when his hand found your throat again, this time squeezing much harder than before. Darkness was beginning to fill the edges of your vision and you looked at your friend with desperate eyes, nails clawing at his hand in a panic.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” his voice was growing further away. “You won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”

___________

You jolted awake, immediately greeted by the bright light of morning streaming through the window and a pounding headache. You were in your room but you didn’t know how.

You could barely remember the night before, bits and pieces flashing in your mind to create a confusing scene you couldn’t make sense of.

The line of coke and the argument with Rafe and Topper was the first to come to your mind, and you figured that you must have left after that confrontation.

You sat up in bed, and were surprised by how sore you felt all over. You pulled the blanket off to see that you were just in a shirt and underwear, and you could see finger shaped bruises blooming on your thighs.

What the fuck?

You looked at your inner thigh and nearly fainted.

There was a sticky, white substance dried to your inner thigh, and you didn’t have to be a detective to work out what it was.

You had had sex with someone last night, and you had no idea who it was with. But whoever it was, they had left a nasty bruise on your neck that looked downright terrifying, your eyes nearly falling out of your head when you looked in the mirror for the first time and saw it.

Dark purple and black bruises had already bloomed around your neck, and when you brought up a hand to touch your throat, the sharp, intense pain had you drawing your hand away in horror.

Someone must have seen you leaving the party, and whoever did this to you was probably the one who took you home too.

You grabbed your phone, swiping it open and looking for missed texts. There was only one, but opening it felt like having a bucket of ice water thrown over you.

It was sent at 3AM, from your best friend.

hope u got home okay silly girl

Your phone fell to the floor with a thud as Rafe’s words from last night echoed in your head, ‘Silly girl… got too drunk, huh?’

You felt nauseous as memories from the previous night filled your mind. The room was spinning around you as you tried to accept the impossible.

Your best friend had raped you last night.

Your stomach lurched with disgust, and you ran to the bathroom to be sick.

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