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Special Sugar

Warnings: you’re naive in this, Rafe is a caregiver in this, dirty ass smut tbh, he gives you coke (duh), lots of praise 🤭 pet names: baby, babygirl, kid, little one, good girl, good little girl

Summary: Rafe wants to give you a certain special substance that he loved so much, but you hated. So, he gives it to you in a way that you can’t deny…

Rafe had called you over to his place saying he needed something, so obviously you went. When you entered his room though you were met with the sight of him on the edge of his bed, legs man spread, and a huge hard on.

"Rafe?" you squeak out.

"Baby I need you to try something for me," he says.

You nod gingerly as you obey his gesture to come over.

“I want you to try this,” he says, pulling out a dime bag filled with a white powder.

“I don’t like how that stuff feels on my nose,” you whine.

“Well it’s not going there. Now sit,” he pats his thigh.

You rest your bottom on his thigh and he opens the bag up.

“Let’s see those pretty teeth,” he smiles.

You become visibly confused.

“Come on baby. Give me one of your adorable smiles,” he encourages.

This makes you smile instantly, pink gums on display for him. He dips his thumb into the powder and rubs it on your gums.

“There ya go kid,” he says while patting your cheek.

“What is it?” you ask.

"It's like sugar, but better,” he poorly explains, but you don't mind.

“Oh okay!” you say with innocence.

He adores how you just go along with everything he does. How you’re the only person that has faith in him and his abilities. He would never do anything thing to hurt you, but the fact that you trust him. The fact that you know that he'd never hurt you and believe in him amplifies his attraction towards you.

“Now before I touch your princess parts though…I wanna give you some more of this,” he waves the bag.

You nod excitedly with starry eyes. Instead of his hand making its way to the plastic, it goes to his belt. He unhooks his belt and takes his cock with great girth and even greater length out. It springs up and slaps against his abdomen with might. He then sprinkles the powder on his cock.

"Rafe...I feel funny," you murmur.

"Don't worry, baby. That's just the special part of the sugar working," he assures.

You try to ignore the gut feeling that starts to surface and nod with a pout. However, the pounding in your brain becomes more aggressive.

"My head feels weird," you whine.

"Here baby," he glances at his cock "suck on this, you'll feel so much better."

You kneel between his thighs. Face-level with his intimidating cock.

"Get to work," he says bluntly.

You start by shyly licking the gathering of precum at his tip. He gulps at the gentle sensation. You then leave a trail of kisses. Starting at his base and ending at his tip, leaving an especially rough kiss on his tip. That kiss makes him groan especially loud. Some of the powder had stuck to your lips and you lick it.

“Cmon start sucking,” he instructs.

You instantly engulf his length in your mouth which makes him gasp. One of his big strong hands tangling in your hair. The tug feeling on your scalp makes you moan out on him. The vibrating sensation from your sounds makes him let out a moan. His hips started to thrust, forcing his cock down your throat. This makes you moan and whine even louder. The roughness of the vibrations makes Rafe’s self control to dissipate. All the strength he was holding back becoming unleashed as his unforgiving thrusts fuck his cock down your throat.

“Shit baby,” he grunts.

He starts to treat your head like an inanimate object. Pushing and pulling it as he pleases on and off of his cock. The slobbering noises of your saliva on his cock become obnoxiously loud. The sound turning both of you on even further.

“So fucking good. Taking daddy’s big fat cock in your tight little throat. Those cute lips wrapping around me so fucking perfect,” he rambles.

Your jaw has become loose from his man handling and this causes your teeth to graze against the underside of his sex. That is what pushes him over the edge and he shoots his cum into your drool-filled mouth. Each rope of it sliding down your throat. He slides himself out of you and you stare up at him with a fucked out gaze. He’s instantly hard again at the sight of you. Jaw slack, drool spilling out your mouth, tears threatening to fall at the corner of your doe eyes. God, the sight was just pornographic for him.

“Rafe…that stuff feels kinda good,” you slur.

“I know baby. That’s why I gave it to you,” he pinches your cheek.

“Did I do good?” you ask, worried.

“Absolutely babygirl,” he praises.

“Really?” you bat your lashes.

“Yes, little one. Who’s my good girl?” he teases.

“Me?” you guess, faking uncertainty.

“Yes you! You’re my favorite and only good little girl,” he smiles and plants a wet kiss on your forehead.