It all started a few months ago.
You were out shopping for stuff, whether it be clothes of food, it was up to you, but there was one thing that you needed, and that was a shirt you found really cool. You just HAD to have it.
But, at the checkout, your card was declined, insufficient funds.
You felt so embarrassed, your cheeks flushed red and your mood shifted to more of a shy one rather than you being confident that you had enough money for everything.
Then that’s when you met him. Choco Werehound Brute.
Now, you weren’t particularly poor, or too rich. Just average, you’ve always felt average, you’ve always been told you’ve been average. So when the Werehound walked into the shop wearing fine and clean clothing, Icing mane all brushed and looking fluffy, his red scarlet eyecings pierced your soul once his gaze landed on you as you fumbled with your credit card and set the shirt aside.
He stopped, originally going in there for Cakewood polish for his Cakeroll hammer, but now he had a new goal in mind. He looked WAY too good to be shopping at a regular shopping place of all places, especially at a place like this, a freaking K-Mart. He looked like he shopped at goo places, like Target, but that’s off topic.
He walked over, standing next to you as you were about to pay for your things, cool shirt aside.
“Allow me.”
He said as he leaned down and talked to the cashier. You almost jumped out of your dough as he appeared out of almost nowhere. The cashier ran the shirt and it being with everything else, this mysterious Werehound had paid for everything before you could even get a word in.
As you grabbed your bagged groceries, while mumbling an embarrassed ‘thank you’, he helped you with your stuff too.
“Please, allow me to help. Someone was beautifully stunning as you shouldn’t have to endure all the work.”
Quite a charmer, isn’t he?
You two talked stuff out. He took you out for ice cream and explained about how he was looking for someone to spoil, someone to spend money on and pamper, someone to be his sugarbaby. And he saw you and KNEW you were the one.
You couldn’t refuse, hell, you felt like you couldn’t, because he payed for your stuff after all (and the thought of getting money for basically free was very appealing). So from then on out you were his sugarbaby from then on. You two slowly went from kinda-friends who slept in separate rooms to now being in a relationship now.
And now. Here you are, currently on his lap as he did some paperwork. You were fidgeting with something, whether it was your phone or a small fidget toy, you were just fidgeting with stuff before he let out a huff from his nose, nuzzling his face into your neck before pulling you more against his front.
“All this paperwork is so. .boring.”
He tells you, pressing a soft kiss against the side of your neck. Inhaling your scent before wrapping an arm around you, resting his head onto your shoulder now.
“I love you so much. .”
He practically whispers into your ear before kissing up and down your neck again, but more hungrily this time.
“You smell and taste like Heaven itself. .”
He says into your ear with a slightly hungry growl, his hand traveling up from your thigh and he rests it onto your tummy.
“I love you so much, sweetheart. .”