⸻ FLOCH FORSTER X FEM!READER
❝ i didn't exactly expect
my sugar daddy to be
the same age as i am. ❞
in which y/n l/n, a broke
college student, gets
recommended to a sugar
daddy.
[MODERN AU]
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— MONDAY, JULY 8.
IT was already midnight when you and floch finished your meal. you had no idea how or why the two of you managed to talk for so many hours when the ginger only talked about the stupidity of some of his workers while you listen in awkwardly. you only noticed it was late when the waiter who served the two of you informed that the restaurant was near its closing time.
you felt a bit tipsy and sluggish. with the large amount of wine you drunk earlier because of your anxiety, it was expected. your brain tried to think of the earlier events to fill in the silence of the car ride but it proved to be fruitless when you found yourself almost drifting off. you blinked awake and bit back a yawn, glancing at the tall buildings of the city that continued to glow and sparkle.
"would it be alright if we head to my penthouse?"
you tilted your head to face the ginger, whose warm hazel hues were trained on the road. reluctantly, you nodded and proceeded to watch the passing buildings once again. however, you were a bit confused as to why he just couldn't drop you off at your apartment. after all, you had classes later that morning and you needed at least a few hours of sleep.
"ah, wait, why?"
floch didn't answer for a moment, making you feel uneasy. he's not planning something... right? luckily, he seemed to notice the often shifts you do in your seat and sighed.
"don't worry, love," he cooed, "you just have to repay me first for the dresses."
what does he mean... oh.
you felt a shiver run down your back and blood rushed to your cheeks at what he was implying. his voice was lower than usual and it had a slight tone into it, something you couldn't pinpoint. you knew you'd have to repay him when he brought you that dress but you weren't expecting it to be so soon.
"it's okay, right?" floch asked quietly, voice laced in concern. he retracted one hand from the steering wheel, and just like earlier, he placed a comforting hand on your thigh. instead of pulling it away after a split second, he never removed his hand.
you were sure your skin was heating up, either from his touch or the alcohol. nonetheless, you let his hand touch your thigh without any complaints. his palm was rough and calloused, yet his touch somewhat offered warmth and safety that you found no reason to push it away.
soon, floch parked his car in front of an enormous building. it looked like a hotel but floch had told you it was merely an apartment building and he bought a penthouse years ago that he still haven't used it until now. it was far away from the city but it wasn't too far for you to worry about. plus, there were workers at the desk who greeted the two of you once inside.
