How would sugar daddy Rafe react if he was having a formal dinner party/meeting with his investors and reader came stumbling in from a night out?🫣
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: sugar daddy!Rafe Cameron x bratty!reader
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+, minors dni, daddy kink, sugar daddy x baby relationship except they’re also actually in a relationship, age gap (Rafe is in early-mid 30s, reader is in early 20s), MAJORRR misogyny and sexism, objectification, babying, super condescending, SEXIST RAFE!, touching, fondling, inebriation, I think that’s it.
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Rafe’s having a business meeting and you decide to interrupt...
𝘼/𝙉: another surprise little drabble! I love writing these two, let me know what you think!
“Hiiiiii baby, I missed you soooo much!”
You should know better. And maybe if you weren’t drunk, you would’ve known better. You would’ve known that the door to the formal drawing room was shut for a reason. You would’ve known he had company. Important company. You would’ve known to keep yourself scarce from adult matters.
But you didn’t.
Rafe’s jaw tenses as you stumble into the room in a cloud of sexy perfume and the clickity clack of your heels against the polished wood flooring. He tries to keep his cool, watching closely as his associates’ eyes land on you. They were both potential investors on a new development deal he was trying to close. They’re completely distracted by you now though, eyes glued as you skip drunkenly across the grand room.
“Rafeeee,” you squeal, as if you haven’t seen him in decades. You stumble into his lap, in this insane little lace dress that barely covers your body. See through fabric, low cut neckline. Rafe wonders how he ever agreed to buy you something so slutty.
His hand automatically presses against the small of your back, pushing you gently upright into a sitting position in his lap while also tugging your dress down before you expose your ass. He hears one of the men chuckle.
“Who’s this little rocket?”
“Baby, say hello to my friends.” Rafe tries to keep his voice level. Inside, he’s half furious yet half amused. You look cute and needy, touching up on him all prettily like you always did when you were drunk. But he’s also aware this perhaps isn’t the best look, his girl drunk and scantily clad in front of his two very old school guests.
Your blink at one of the men with your mascara-rimmed eyes, “I’m not a rocket, I’m his girlfriend.”
The guy chuckles, “Oh really? Well, it’s lovely to meet you, sweetheart. Rafe, that’s a pretty little thing you’ve got there.”
Rafe knows they’re looking at you with lust. Most men did. And he liked to show you off like the pretty arm candy you could be. Especially if it helped close deals as important as this one.
“Yeah, she’s great.” Rafe smirks, tapping your butt lightly, “Say thank you, baby. He just gave you a compliment.”
You look like you couldn’t care less, too busy running your freshly manicured nails up and down the lapels of his jacket while you made yourself comfortable on his lap, “Thanks,” you say dismissively, barely looking at the guy before batting your eyelashes at Rafe, “Could you put me to bed, daddy?”
Booming laughs echo across the room. Rafe wants to roll his eyes but he’s also getting hard at how innocent you sound. You were a brat through and through, and yet so cute and needy when you were drunk. That was half the reason he still allowed you to go out partying like this sometimes. Well, it was more like an ongoing game between the two of you. He’d “forbid” you from going out, you’d sneak out anyways, he’d proceed to fuck the living daylights out of you to tame you for the next couple weeks. Rinse and repeat.
Rafe snorts, “I’m busy right now. And you know you’re not allowed in here when I’m working.”
You pout, all glittery makeup and shiny cheeks. Smelling like some fruity pink cocktail that you’ve probably had one too many of. Arms wind around his neck, “But that’s unfairrrr.”
One of the men smirks, “You spoil this little princess rotten, don’t you?”
They both look like they’re about to start drooling any second. What with how you’re completely unaware of how your tits are almost spilling out of your dress, making your cleavage look incredible. Not to mention you smelled so irresistibly sweet like candy, mixed with something else. Something so fucking sexy, he almost has to adjust himself in his pants.
“Rafey, please,” you frown cutely, pressing kisses on his jaw, “can’t sleep without you.”
“Need him to read you a bedtime story, honey?” One of the men guffaws. Rafe eyes him warily, not missing how he and the other one both stare at you with an envious kind of lust. It makes him feel powerful, knowing that to men like them, women are nothing more than currency and a pretty ornament to decorate a man’s lap.
Rafe can’t entirely disagree with that.
“She gets needy when she’s drunk,” He chuckles, squeezing your ass then grabbing your chin to make you stop kissing him, “Baby, I’ll tuck you in when I’m done working.”
“No, now!”
He looks at you sternly, and despite your inebriated state you lower your gaze. Like you know you’re pushing it. Like you know exactly what he’s capable of if you take it too far and it’s no longer all fun and games. He feeds you his thumb, lets you suck on it to calm yourself down from whatever tantrum you were on the verge of throwing. His bratty little girl, always throwing tantrums, always working yourself up. But he could control you when he needed to. And his guests can see that too.
You sit quiet and pretty on his lap from that point onwards. Like a good little doll, letting him fondle and touch you every now and then while he casually talks to his associates. Squeezing your ass, your hip, playing with your fingers. Stroking your bare thigh, fingering the lacy strap of your dress which keeps slipping down your shoulder. And you let him. In fact, you snuggle up into him even more, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. Sucking on his thumb like a baby and it’s getting him so fucking hard.
“She do that a lot?” One of the men asks, transfixed at the sight.
Rafe smirks, “She does whatever I want her to.” He removes his thumb from your mouth and you whine drunkenly, “don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah.”
Fuck, he gets off on the power he has over you. His spoiled little princess, who got whatever she wanted so long as she did whatever he wanted. And he bets he could make you do anything if he wanted to. Give him a fucking lap dance in front of both these fucking men, or let him fuck you in front of them too. Casually, his hand slips up to play with your tits, brazenly cupping one through the sorry material of your dress. Just because he can. He smiles when you suck your breath in harshly, and yet you don’t dare push his hand off. You knew all too well what would happen if you did. And And
They continue talking business, Rafe sipping his whisky while he keeps you steady in his lap. He knows he’s giving these men a show, knows they’d go home tonight to their average wives who weren’t even one percent as hot as you. Rafe had you, owned you. And they were all envious of him. Goddamned rocket was right, you were a fucking firecracker and you were all his.
Fucking you tonight would be a great reward for the deal he’s about to close.
Finally, the old fucks get up to leave after accepting the deal and shaking on it.
“We should head out. Can’t keep this sweetheart waiting for too long, can we honey?” One of them asks you.
You blink sleepily, cuddling even more into Rafe because suddenly you’ve decided you were shy. It amuses him no end.
“You should bring her to the club next time. While we play golf.”
That grabs your attention, and you tug at Rafe’s collar, batting your lashes up at him cutely, “I like the cute golf outfits. Will you buy me one, dada?”
“If you’re good,” Rafe taps your cheek condescendingly, knowing full well his card details were saved on your phone and you could buy whatever you wanted without having to ask him ever. “Now say goodbye to my guests.”
You do, albeit begrudgingly. They don’t seem bothered, in fact they look downright charmed.
“Don’t have too much fun tonight, Rafe.”
He leaves you on his armchair while he sees the men out. When he returns, you’re half asleep. Looking every bit as cute and sexy as always. Fuck, he just wants to devour you for how slutty you’d acted tonight.
Your eyes flutter open, and you immediately make grabby hands at him. Gone from being bratty to needy in record time.
“Daddy, bed please.” You smile sweetly up at him, a smug satisfaction in your eyes now that the men were finally gone and you knew he could shift all his attention on to you.”
“You’re a goddamn piece of work, you know that?”
You pout, making grabby hands at him till he scoops you up into his arms. Then squeal when he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, slapping your ass hard multiple times.
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t bruise you up too bad. Gotta take you to the country club tomorrow, show you off a bit more.” He squeezes your tender ass, it’s bare because your tiny dress has ridden all the way up. “But you’re still in for it tonight.”
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javadi isnt returning to the er i REPEAT my baby my princess victoria javadi is not returning to the er holy fuck thanks a LOT for telling me right as inwas about to go to bed @sprale-is-so-freaky . i just wanna die theyre killing my baby i cant deal with this right now this is the worst day imaginable and why couldnt it be LANGDON like get him OUTTTT OF THERE OH MY GOD I CNT DO THIS NO MORE VICTORIA EVERY EPISODE ARE YOH JOKIGN IM HOPING I DREAMED THIS UP
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