#SweetAndIntense

[rafeyssugar]

you want daddy to give you a taste, baby?

daddy!rafe baby'ing y/n (aka my fav)

y/n is curled up in rafe’s lap, her back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around her like she belongs there. (she does.)

they’re out on the balcony of his house, the night air warm against her skin. rafe’s got a cigarette between his fingers, lazily bringing it to his lips, exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the air.

y/n watches, wide-eyed, lips parted slightly as she traces lazy patterns on his arm.

“you wanna try, angel?” his voice is low, teasing, like he already knows the answer.

she nods, tilting her head back to look up at him. “mhm.”

rafe hums, tapping his fingers against her thigh. “don’t think so, baby.”

she pouts. “why not?”

he exhales, smirking. “’cause you don’t need to, sweetheart. you’re too soft for this.”

y/n frowns, playing with the hem of his shirt. “but you do it.”

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “yeah, well. i’m not you, princess.”

she shifts in his lap, turning to straddle him, her hands resting on his shoulders. she gives him her best pout, lashes fluttering.

“please, daddy?” she murmurs, tilting her head, voice soft, sweet, dangerous.

rafe’s grip on her tightens. his jaw flexes.

“baby,” he warns, but she just smiles, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then another, trailing them down his neck.

“just one time,” she whispers.

rafe exhales, shaking his head. “gonna be the death of me, angel.”

but he gives in—because he always does when it comes to her.

he takes another slow drag before holding the cigarette up to her lips.

“breathe in slow, baby,” he murmurs, his free hand resting on her waist. “just a little.”

she nods, lips wrapping around the cigarette, inhaling carefully.

but it’s still too much. she pulls back with a cough, eyes watering, fisting his shirt as she buries her face in his chest.

rafe chuckles, rubbing slow circles into her back. “too much for my baby, huh?”

she whines, nuzzling closer. “don’t like it.”

he smirks, tossing the cigarette aside before cupping her face, wiping away the tear that slipped down her cheek.

“told you, angel,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “not for you.”

she sighs, looking up at him with bleary eyes. “but you taste good when you do it.”

rafe raises a brow. “yeah?”

y/n nods, playing with the chain around his neck. “mhm.”

he grins, tilting her chin up. “you want daddy to give you a taste, baby?”

she nods again, breath hitching slightly.

so he leans in, slow, deliberate, brushing his lips against hers before finally kissing her—deep, lazy, like he’s got all the time in the world.

when he pulls back, she’s dazed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

rafe smirks, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. “see, baby? don’t need a cigarette. you can just get high off me.”

she exhales, sinking into him, letting him wrap her up in his arms.

“mmm,” she hums, already dozing off against his chest.

rafe just smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“that’s my good girl.”

[rafeyssugar]

love bites

daddy!rafe x desperate reader

the room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon that spills through the window, casting shadows across the bed. rafe’s got y/n in his arms, her body nestled against his, as they lie tangled in the sheets.

he can’t help himself—he’s always got his hands on her, tracing the curve of her neck, his fingers brushing over her soft skin as she sighs in contentment, nuzzling closer to him.

“daddy,” she whispers, voice small and needy as she shifts in his lap, her fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“yeah, angel?” he hums, kissing her forehead, hands gently trailing down her back.

“want you to make me feel good,” she says, her voice low, almost a pout, and the way she looks up at him with those wide eyes of hers—so sweet, so innocent—sends a rush of warmth straight to his chest.

“yeah?” he asks, voice low and teasing, though there's a hint of something darker behind his words.

y/n nods, shifting again, her lips brushing over his collarbone, hands lightly gripping his shirt. “yeah, daddy. need you to spoil me.”

rafe smirks, fingers gently threading into her hair as he pulls her closer. “spoiling my baby girl, huh? you’re already spoiled, angel.”

y/n lets out a little whine, turning her head to expose the delicate skin of her neck. “just wanna feel you, daddy.”

he doesn’t hesitate. his lips move down her neck, pressing soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin before his teeth graze lightly, just enough to make her shiver.

“so soft for me, baby,” he mutters, nibbling on her neck, feeling her pulse race under his lips.

y/n lets out a quiet moan, fingers digging into his shoulders, and it only encourages him further. he sucks on her neck, marking her—leaving love bites that will stay for days, signs of ownership, proof that she’s his.

“daddy,” she gasps, her back arching as his lips trail lower, his hands moving to her waist, fingers splayed over her skin.

“that’s it, angel,” rafe murmurs, kissing the spots he’s marked, his thumb gently brushing over the little red hickeys he’s left behind. “just for me. nobody else gets to have you like this.”

she’s too far gone now, her breathing shallow, her fingers running through his hair, tugging him closer as if she needs him to be even more attached to her than he already is.

“can’t get enough of you, baby girl,” rafe groans, trailing his fingers up and down her back, pressing soft kisses to her neck. his other hand moves to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slightly, just enough to feel her skin against his.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks softly, pulling her in tighter.

“mhm,” she breathes out, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into him. “feels perfect.”

his hands wander, exploring the soft curves of her body as he marks her neck again, sucking a little harder this time, leaving a darker bruise, a reminder of who she belongs to.

“my spoiled little baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice full of affection and desire. he gently pushes her back onto the bed, hovering over her, making sure she feels completely safe in his arms.

“you’re mine,” he says softly, his hands sliding up her sides, his lips brushing over her forehead. “forever, baby.”

she looks up at him, eyes soft but full of that wildness he’s come to adore, and her voice is barely above a whisper. “forever, daddy.”

rafe smiles, kissing her forehead. “good girl.”

his fingers run through her hair, as he pulls her back into his arms. “now, let’s just relax. no worries, no stress. just you and me, baby.”

y/n curls up against him, feeling the heat of his body against hers. she sighs contentedly, letting herself melt into his touch, knowing she’s safe in his arms—his spoiled, sweet little girl