Chuuya was a very rich man. He was thirty-eight years old and already a CEO and billionaire. With so much money on his hands, he owns multiple penthouses, vacation homes, luxury cars and motorcycles, all of the stuff a billionaire would be expected to have.

Still, what do you do when you've bought all of the big stuff and still have so much money? You get a sugar baby, he supposes. So that's what he did. He met a poor college student named Osamu Dazai, who, after a few meetings, they arranged a sugar baby-sugar daddy relationship.

Osamu would get to spend Chuuya's money how he wished, and in return, he would accompany Chuuya to big events and just overall keep him company. Their dynamic progressed and the two started caring deeply for eachother. Though, neither of them would admit it just yet.

Honeslty, Chuuya loved having someone to spoil more than he thought he would. Or.. maybe he just loved spoiling Dazai in particular. The twenty year old was a pillow princess through and through and adored being pamperd, always having the most adorable expression when he got his way. And even better? He loved touch. Not even just dirty touch - no - he loves even the sweet, innocent touches and always initiated them. Chuuya loves him.

Chuuya sighs as he enters his penthouse, having worked a long and tiring day and ready to kick back and relax. He hangs up his coat and hat, kicking off his shoes and stepping into the living room only to find his sugar baby apparently decided he would be spending the night.

There, on the couch lay Osamu in some of his designer pjs that Chuuya insisted he get as he scrolls through his phone. The older man sighs and walks over to the couch, bending over the back of the couch and looking down at the man laying down as a hand goes to massage his tummy. "Hey, baby. I didn't know you were coming over."