Hey! Hru? Sugardaddy!rafe taking his girl to a gala, introducing his cute young girl to every bussinessman in there, then leaving her alone for a few moments with the wives and her being basically bullied by them because "she's just a young toy he likes to use and that he doesn't actually want her that's why he'd never marry her", so she goes back to him with her tail between her legs and stays silent for the rest of the night. When they get back to his place they fuck as always but he notices she's different after they finish and she doesn't cling to him as usual. So he questions her until she tells him the truth, tearing. Safe to say the next day she has the mall to herself for a shopping spree and not even a week later he proposes to her.
warnings: sugardaddy!rafe x sweet!reader, big age gap (32 & 21), slight objectification, use of ‘daddy’, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, slapping during sex, creampie, not proof read, prob more errors/mistakes..
rafe often had these extravagant parties, it was nothing new. however, most times you didn’t make the guest list.
not because he didn’t wanna show you off—quite the opposite actually. he knew what kind of men he worked with, and his girl didn’t need to be around people like that.
not to mention, you were his. he didn’t need random men oogling you like you were something for sale. he already took care of your every need, you didn’t need anyone else.
so when rafe casually mentioned you were going to attend his next gala with him, you were shocked—but also excited. you loved getting dolled up and looking pretty, especially if it meant rafe saw you. but you were a bit anxious about how many people were going to be there, and what their reaction to you would be.
you and rafe weren’t a conventional couple, to say the least.
rafe was 32, and you were freshly 21, barely able to drink. rafe had assured you nobody would speak to you unless he approved it, but you were still doubtful. you knew the people in rafes world could be rather.. judgmental.
“baby, s‘just a gala. focus on gettin’ yourself all pretty for me, an’ i’ll handle the rest, alright?” he’d say to you, kissing your forehead in the way that made you melt immediately. you couldn’t lie, rafe always made you feel better.
so when the night of the gala finally arrived, you were stoked. nerves mostly gone, the only remaining trace the slight butterflies in your stomach. but you tried to push those aside.
you sat in front of your large vanity (courtesy of rafe when you first moved in with him), and began with you makeup. you curled your lashes, applied a bit of mascara, highlighter, etc.. mostly natural until the best part: the blush.
you dusted your cheekbone with your favorite baby pink blush, layering it on until your cheeks looked like a disney princess’s. you looked in the mirror and admired yourself, giving yourself a small smile.
this is gonna be fun, you thought to yourself.
you were then interrupted by a low chuckle, and you immediately turned your head like a startled deer.
“rafey! you scared me..” you whined, jutting your lips out in a pout.
rafe walked over, bending down so he was at your level. he kissed your cheek, then your forehead, then the corner of your mouth. “sorry, did i interrupt my pretty baby staring at herself?” he teased.
you jutted your lips out further, feeling slightly embarrassed he caught you. “you’re mean..” you mumbled, turning back to the mirror as you realized you forgot lipgloss! how could you?
rafe chuckled and pressed one final kiss to the top of your head. “s’not my fault my baby’s s’pretty,” he teased, but he meant every word. he stood back up and walked to the doorway, “we gotta get going here shortly,” he added, before walking out the room completely.
you gave a small nod of acknowledgement despite the fact he was already gone, and quickly finished your lips.
you studied your face in the mirror, quickly fixing any imperfections, before walking to your closet.
your massive walk-in closet.
rafe had truly loved spoiling you, and this closet was proof of it.
you had endless designer pieces, some not even available to the public yet. bags, dresses, skirts, pants, bras, panties, shoes—you had every girls dream right at your fingerprints.
you walked over to the dress section. you had knew you wanted to wear a pink dress, but you had too many options. you quickly elimated all of the ones that were “for rafes eyes only”, as he had deemed before, but you were still left with a large selection of beautiful gowns.
after about 5 minutes of standing around, you finally decided on a gorgeous dress you had never worn before. galas are a special occasion, you thought, you needed to look your best.
your dress was a pretty baby-pink silk floorlength dress with a bow on your back. it was elegant, but not too mature for you. the perfect dress.
you quickly pinned your hair up in a bun, leaving some hair pieces out around your face, and went to go get your favorite comfy heels. they added just enough height.
at that, you took one final look in the mirror and decided you were ready. you grabbed your bag and quickly headed downstairs, hoping rafe liked your outfit, despite that fact you knew he adored anything you put on.
“rafey! m’ready,” you chirped excitedly as you came down the stairs.
rafe quickly slid his phone into his pocket and looked up at you. fuck. you looked so.. perfect.
it was gonna be hard trying to keep his hands off you all night.
“’s my pretty baby,” he murmured as you came closer, grabbing your waist gently and pulling you into him. “gonna have the prettiest thing on my hip all night,” he mumbled into your ear, leaving little kisses on your neck.
you giggled sweetly and gently pushed away. “rafey, you’re gonna ruin my makeup!”
he rolled his eyes and let out a low groan, wishing he could just take you right now. but you both had a gala to attend.
“fine. but when we get home—” he began, but you already knew what he was gonna say.
“i know, i know rafey. s’why i’m wearing your favorite set under this,” you giggled.
rafes eyes lit up, and he quickly studied your body, catching a glimpse of your lace bra through the fabric.
during the ride there, you asked no less than a million questions.
“rafey, are you gonna make me talk to everyone?”
“rafey, what’s a gala even for anyways?”
“rafey, will there be pink lemonade?”
while rafe was amused with how curious you were, he was more focused on what was gonna happen after the gala.
all he could think about was you, under him, in that set—
“rafeyyy, are you gonna open my door or not? i thought you were a gentleman..” rafes thoughts were quickly interrupted by your whines, and he realized you guys had already arrived at the venue.
he quickly got out the car, walked around to your door and opened it. “no more whining baby,” he muttered as he wrapped his arm around the small of your back, walking in with you.
as soon as he walked in, you were overwhelmed.
people everywhere, and you sure every single one of them was years older than you.
rafe quickly began talking business with some guy twice his age, and sent you off to the section with all the wives, knowing that all this business talk would bore you to death.
okay, you thought. maybe they’ll be nice? this is an opportunity to make new friends. you hoped, but deep down you knew the truth.
as you walked over, their eyes were already on you, like a predator tracking it’s prey. you already regretted not begging rafe to stay with him.
“um, hi..” you mumbled, taking a seat.
they stred at you for what felt like an eternity before one of them let out a dry laugh.
“sweetie, you’re at the wrong place. the prom is that way.” the lady said bitterly, and the rest of the older women broke out in chuckled.
you shrunk, you hands folded in your lap. you knew you were young, but you thought you dressed up nicely. you tried to brush off their comment, thinking maybe it was just harmless teasing.
“oh, no.. i’m here with rafe,” you said sweetly, trying to find him out on the floor.
the ladies paused, looking at each other in shock.
“rafe.. cameron?” the same lady who just humiliated you asked, confusion laced all over her voice.
your face lit up as you nodded happily, feeling relieved that you had something to talk about now. “mhm! this is the first gala he’s let me come to,” you replied.
the ladies just stared at you for a second, before one of the ones in the back spoke up.
“honey, you don’t think he actually.. wants you, do you?” she began, sarcasm all over her tone. “i mean, look at you. what’s a young naive little thing like you, doing with him?” she added, her tone condescending.
another one of the ladies chimed in. “yeah, sweetheart, i wouldn’t get your hopes up. he needs a mature lady, he’s not gonna marry you or anything.”
that made your heart drop.
you knew rafe, you knew he absolutely worshipped the ground you walked on, but when you thought about it—were they right?
you were much younger than rafe, and he ran a business. maybe he wanted someone who understood all his work crap, someone who could help him.
no, you tried to stop your thoughts, he wouldn’t have brought me if he didn’t want me.
but the ladies were already muttering more things about you, you and rafes relationship, and how he needed a real woman, like one of them.
you tried to hold back tears, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself further. so you sat there in silence while the women continued talking shit about you. you eventually decided to find rafe, just wanting to go home.
“there’s my girl,” he chimed as he saw you walk over, making sure to show you off to all the people he was talking to. the men were definitely drooling over you, but rafe didn’t care: you were in his arms.
the gala ended at one, which was way past your usual bedtime. you were leaning on rafe in the car, pout still on your face. you hadn’t said a word all night since the ladies made fun of you.
rafe didn’t notice, as he was too focused on what you had said earlier.
his hands traveled all over your body, pulling you into his lap and pressing little kisses all over.
when you guys finally got home, rafe carried you inside and wasted no time in locking the bedroom door and taking your dress off.
you let him, but your expression barely changed at all.
“been waiting all night for this,” rafe mumbled, unbuckling his pants with a low groan.
he pulled your panties to the side, admiring the sight before he moved on. “so wet for me,” he mumbled against you thighs, taking your clit between his teeth. “such a good girl,” he praised, and you let out a moan.
he grinned at that, holding your thighs so you wouldn’t squirm. he inserted two fingers inside of you, going knuckles deep to stretch you out before he fucks you.
“good girl, jus’ stay still for me baby,” he groaned, curling his fingers up and finding that perfect spot that always made you moan.
“mm.. rafe.. rafe— m gonna..” you moaned, instinctually closing your thighs around his head.
rafe grinned, continuing to rub against that spot inside your gummy walls and suck on your bundle of nerves. “give it to me baby,” he groaned, speeding up his pace inside of you.
you clenched around him, and let out a moan as you finally orgasmed. rafe pulled his fingers out, still coated in your juices. “c’mere baby,” he mumbled, feeding you his fingers as you sucked on them eagerly, tasting yourself. “mhmmm.. ’s a good girl, my pretty baby..” he mumbled, before his other hand travels back down between your thighs, rubbing your clit.
“you want me to reward you for being such a good girl all night? hm?” he teased, his tip already bright pink and leaking with pre cum.
you nodded eagerly, still sucking on his fingers as you opened your thighs further, inviting him inside of you.
rafe gently pulled his fingers out your mouth and stood up at the edge of the bed, using your ankles to pull you down where he wanted you.
he lined up with your entrance, gently teasing you before giving you all his length with a hard thrust.
“MM!” you moaned, not expecting him to give you all of him at once.
“that’s it baby, mhm, nice and loud for me.. fuuccck, so tight f’me,” he groaned, feeling your walls clench around him.
he continued to thrust into you, picking up the pace as he got closer and closer. “fuck baby, yeah, your pussy squeezin’ me so good,” he let out another groan, feeling himself get closer. “you want daddy's cum? hm? you want daddy to cum inside of you like the dirty girl you are?”
you nodded eagerly, eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. rafe slapped your cheek while picking up his pace.
“words, angel,” he said lowly, now rubbing your clit as well, trying to get you as worked up as possible.
“yesyesyeyes, rafe, please,” you whined, clenching impossibly tighter around him.
he let out a low groan, finally bottoming out inside of you. “fuccckk,” he groaned, pulling out, and pulling your panties back on, leaving all his hot cum inside of you.
“my pretty baby,” he mumbled as he laid down next to you, pulling into your chest. “such a good girl f’me,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
but after a second, he noticed you were clinging to him as usual. you seemed.. off, in a different headspace.
he cupped your face gently, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “who’s got my angel upset, hm? s’wrong baby?” he cooed gently, searching your face for clues.
“nothin’..” you muttered, trying to escape his gaze.
he scoffed, “nope, nope, none of that. tell me what’s wrong, baby, let daddy fix it,” his voice softened.
“the ladies.. at the gala,” you began, your voice quiet. “they said i wasn’t.. i wasn’t good enough for you,” your voice broke. “they said you weren’t gonna marry me, that i was just a play thing,” you whispered.
rafes face changed, the earlier softness completely gone. “they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about,” he grunted, making sure you understood. “you’re my girl. mine. they don’t know shit about our relationship,” he muttered, before softening again. “okay baby? don’t concern your pretty little head with them,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.
you nodded, letting out a small smile, feeling relieved, “ok..”
rafe smiled, rubbing your side gently. “you wanna go shopping tomorrow? i’ll rent out the mall, just for my girl,”
your face lit up, and you nodded excitedly. “really?!”
rafe nodded, “anything for my baby.”
you wrapped your arms around him eagerly, nuzzling into his chest. “thank you thank you thank you!!”
rafe smiled, holding you against him. little did you know, he was already planning on buying you a ring, this just solidified it.
a/n: this took me forever.. anyways thank you so much for the request anon! as usual, free feel to request anything 🤍. i apologize for anything spelling, grammar, or text mistakes.. again this wasn’t proof read and only the second thing i’ve wrote in the past few years. i apologize for not fully writing out the proposal scene, i felt like i was dragging it on too long already so i cut it short🥹.
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