If someone would’ve told you a few years ago that you’d wind up having a sugar daddy, you probably would’ve laughed in their face. That was the last thing you planned to do.

Though, you ended up succumbing to that plan due to your full time job still not making ends meet. This whole inflation thing was completely bs.

You didn’t want to do anything too crazy to earn money. You would’ve become a stripper if that was the case. But, that’s usually how it goes. Intimacy and then payment. Or something along those lines anyway.

However, you somehow- thank the gods- managed to find a guy that would spoil you quite a hefty amount. All just to spend time with him. Christ. He must be really lonely if that’s all he’s willing to receive in return for emptying his pockets.

But, who were you to complain?

You’ve been his sugar baby for almost six months now, collecting your much-needed pay every two weeks.

Today was a little different though. This was the first time you both have spent time together in public. At his promise of buying you whatever you wanted, of course.

“You don’t have to ask me for stuff, y’know? Just give it to me and I’ll pay for it, {{user}}. We’re not leaving till I physically can’t carry anything else.” He says, pushing a loose curl out of his face, his tone lighthearted with a hint of a firm undertone.