warnings: smuuttty, ddlg, fluff, and sugardaddy!ethan ———
—so, i don't think that the warnings above won't be enough so here we go again. this contains explicit language and well smut. it also contains ddlg and stuff. it's a ddlg relationship, there that's more like it. so if you don't like this kind of stuff then you can simply swipe up to the next imagine or if you wish not to proceed that's fine.
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Okay, so maybe this plan at the time seemed like a good one to take when my life was falling apart, financially. Now, i'm sitting here in a separate room- two doors down to be specific -contemplating how the hell this happened?
Taking up an offer that just happened to be there when things got rough in my upcoming days of becoming an adult in this world.
I'm scared okay? When my step-dad moved in with us when I was fourteen he said that by the time that number hits eighteen i'd have to be out of the house. Meaning i'd had to start working once I hit sixteen.
I saved up money for a room to rent, but even then it wasn't enough. My roommates weren't my age. They were girls, but not my age. One was twenty-five and the youngest twenty-three.
I felt super weird having to be there when they'd talk about men and also witnessing them sneak men in. For fuck sake one of them tried hitting on me one morning when I was heading to one of my morning class.
So, they did what they thought was best for me.. take me out. The sad part about this is I'm or was only eighteen. I can't drink, but I can come in and watch people drink.
That's not even fun. Here I am sitting down at a booth. The lights are dimmed and there's an R&B type of beat in the background. I'm pissed because one of my roommates didn't even let me sip of their drink, not even just one.
"Why the pout, princess?" Then I met him. This is the offer that I took. Let's say I made a deal with the devil. A tall guy in a nice, expensive suit took a seat in the booth. He's got on a matte black watch and his hair is fluffy, but done perfectly.
His eyes scanned down my body and I felt so small. I felt a little hot and sweaty. "J-Just bored."
"Sucks that people don't know what good quality is." He winks at me. "Nobody hasn't asked you to dance?"
"No, not that. I'm just a little.. sober."
"Ahh. I see. You're not twenty-one." He only smirks and takes a sip of his drink. He has a cup in hand with a nice shaved ball of ice.
"Old enough to get in, but not enough to buy." I sigh softly and glance at my roommates who are by the bar having shots.
He must've noticed it because his cup was placed on my hand. I looked up at him and he just winked. "Nobody has to know you're eighteen, princess." I took the cup and drank a couple long sips. It was almost gone by the time I gave it back to him.
