sugar daddy drew

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(a/n: the skin color and body shape in the photo above does not represent elle's physical attributes; unfortunately, there are not a lot of POC, nor plus-size/mid-size, models. please imagine her to your liking.)

"wakey-wakey, eggs and bakie," drew shakes elle slowly, trying not to startle her from her sleep. the room smells like maple syrup and crispy bacon, enticing the writer to wake up but not fully convincing her.

"no," she mumbles, digging her face back into the cozy mattress, grabbing her pillow, and throwing it at drew. "let me sleep."

"you slept in already," he laughs at her, catching the pillow before it hits him in the face. "the alarm went off twenty minutes ago."

"what?" she peaks up her head, the bright light of the open hotel window blinding her a bit. squinting, she turns to see drew, dressed in comfort clothes: gray nike sweatpants and a form-fitted black bruce springsteen t-shirt to show off his muscles.

"you look nice," she flirts, winking at him before falling back onto the bed. "just let me sleep through the whole day."

"no, c'mon darling," drew pleads, feeling his neck burn from blushing, "it's our last day. we head back tomorrow."

"ugh," elle groans, pulling off the covers in annoyance. "i hate you."

"you know you love me," drew replies snarkily, his decorated hand pushing back some messy curls before cupping her face and pulling her in for a cherished kiss. elle sighs in contentment, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her fingers grasping at his hands as he pulls away. "let's go."

"go where?" she huffs, her stomach grumbling, "i'm hungry."

"i know," he nods, leaning back and grabbing the metal trolley cart that's filled with an assortment of breakfast dishes and desserts. "i got you chocolate chip pancakes from room service."

"you what?" elle asks, smiling softly at the nice gesture, trying to hide the pain from another cramp tearing up her insides. "uh, can you get me my bag? i need to pop an ibuprofen."

"sure, babe," drew says, rolling off the bed, pushing the trolley of food closer to where she is sitting. he walks to her light blue duffle bag, grabbing it and lightly chucking it onto the queen-sized mattress before settling at the nearby desk chair.

"drew," elle says, snaking out her pill bottle and pouring two red pellets into the cup of her hand. "i thought," she plops them into the back of her throat, swallowing the medicine down with some water, "i talked to you about this."

"yeah," drew nods knowingly, picking up his fork and digging into the rest of his hot sauce-covered egg, peppers, and cheese omelet. "but let me spoil you today."

"you know," the writer eyes her brunet boy, laughing under her breath at how serious he is being. "i was just kidding about you being a sugar daddy."

"i know but"— he sighs, turning in his chair to meet her amber-tinted eyes before he is interrupted.

"but nothing!" she laughs, almost scoffing at the idea altogether. "i have my own money, i don't need a man to buy me shit."

—"but what if we indulge in the idea?" he asks, quickly getting out of his chair and sitting on the mattress in front of her. he grabs her hand, his fingers stroking around the knuckle bone. "just for today."

"drew," she mumbles, almost moaning at the delicious taste of chocolate chip pancakes in her mouth. elle places her fork back on the plate, turning her palm over so that he can fully grasp it. "i'm on my period, i'm not very comfortable having sex"—

—"derrielle," he immediately shuts down her thought. "this isn't a ploy to have sex with you. fuck, you're not a friend with benefits anymore, you are my girlfriend," he scoots forward, his hands holding her shoulders as he emphasizes all the words he is saying. "you've been stressed and overworked these past few weeks with the show, your ex, and the media, you deserve a day where it's just you and me."

"i..." elle drops her chin, feeling her eyes start to tear up from overwhelming doubt and insecurity... "i just don't want to become a burden."

"oh my darling," drew shakes his head, his hands racing to cup her face, lifting her head so that he can look at her with the love she deserves. "mon doux amour, you could never. elle, you're the strongest, most successful, and independent woman i know," he rambles before murmuring under his breath, "besides my mom— but that's beside the point"—

"drew," she laughs, her eyes searching his, "what are you trying to say"—

—"what i'm trying to say is that you're my girlfriend, okay?" he chortles, looking at her with adoring eyes. the type of eyes she has written about but has never experienced; the type of eyes that only fictional characters could know.

"you, derrielle johnson, deserve the world, and all i want is to spend time with you like this weekend was supposed to be. no cameras, no cody, no other cast members, no directors, no acting, no writing, just you and me going to rodeo drive because we're in fucking los angeles."

"okay! okay!" she laughs at how animated he became, grasping his wrists and pulling his hands off her head, "as long as you stop squeezing my head, i'll indulge."

"sorry," he grimaces, immediately pulling his hands away. "so is that a yes?"

"yes," she nods, practically throwing herself at him as she wraps her arms around his neck and tackles him back into the covers. the couple chuckles incessantly as elle holds drew's face in her delicate hands and drew holds her hips in his decorated hands.

"good, besides we gotta get a gift for austin's birthday coming up."

"oh, i already know what i'm getting," derrielle smiles down at her boyfriend, "rodeo should have it."

"but everything else, it's on me," drew squeezes her hips in a playful warning.

"aye-aye captain."

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walking into victoria's secret side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder with their hands held together and swinging, elle immediately pulls drew to the intimates' section— a louis vuitton shopping bag in each of their opposite hands.

drew got austin a watch because he's always losing track of time.
derrielle got austin a new wallet because his old one had holes in it and he was always losing coins.

but what derrielle doesn't notice is the custom jewelry order hidden away in drew's shopping bag: a forty-five-dollar gold-plated necklace that he ordered for her birthday— even if he got it sooner than expected; nine months in advance; he can't even predict if they'll be together in three months time much less nine months but he wants to be with her forever.

whatever the case, he got her something that she can wear without the media going absolutely berserk and something that only she will know (besides nick and drew's siblings) is from him.

"for someone who needed a lot of convincing, you are hella eager," drew smirks, watching elle dive into the racks and pick through the lacey sets.

"don't act sly," she shushes him, peaking over her left shoulder to see him place down his shopping bag on a chair near the try-on section. "you fucking ripped the other, i'm getting a new one," she rolls her eyes, murmuring under her breath— quiet enough that no one else could hear but loud enough that only drew can.

her eyes lighting up as she spots an emerald feminine two-toned lace set: high apex cups with no padding, intricate detailing and design with adjustable straps, along with a deep v-line thong in matching scalloped edges. elle bites her lip as she looks at the price, the luxe balcony is made out of sustainable material; good for the environment, good enough purchase.

"find something you like?" drew whispers as he makes his presence known once again, his arms hugging her from behind. his voice smug as he tries not to be too excited by the color: it's his favorite.

"yeah, i think this is the one," elle leans back into his chest, showing off the lingerie as she raises the black clothing hanger.

"are you sure you don't want anymore?" his breath fanning over the nape of her neck as he dips his head down to kiss some faded love bites.

"are you planning on tearing this one too?" elle asks, her skin burning from the personal affection in public.

"that depends on your behavior," she can feel him smirk against her skin before he pulls away, mumbling a reminder in her ear. "it is my money."

"joseph, sir," she turns her head, her eyes squinting as she teases him further, knowing exactly what that word does to him. "what are you gonna do? punish me? cause that's kinda hot."

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as the couple makes their long way back to drew's rental car, they pass a high-class department store, and in the window is a dress that elle has always dreamed of: a deep v-neckline, long puff sleeves with buttons on the cuffs, almost corset-like, center-front button detailing on the waistband, plus ruching that cinches the waist and heightens almost everything else with its tight and short hem stopping at the mid-thigh.

"try it on," drew states, nodding to the pretty green dress.

elle would look more ethereal than she already does, would practically give him a heart attack.

"no," elle replies, continuing to walk, swallowing down her instinct to have it; he's already spent hundreds on her already and she feels guilty. "i'm okay, it's getting late anyway, we have to be on a plane in less than twelve hours."

"are you sure?" drew asks, knowing that look on her face; knowing he'll end up searching for it online and buying it later.

"yes, let's go home."

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fez speaking!!

so sorry for the update delay, i had such a difficult time writing this one. but it's 1800+ words sooo

i have no fucking idea why though,
but i am back and better than ever, baby!!

sugar daddy drew >> anyone else.

ty for all those who responded to my post, i decided to do it all because drew is a rich boy, elle deserves to be spoiled and we deserve to live vicariously through them.
i love them.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 37K
READS I LOVE YOU ALL THE MOSTEST.

I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A GREAT DAY/NIGHT!! PLEASE DRINK SOME WATER, EAT SOME FOOD, AND SLEEP WELL!! YOU ARE SO LOVED. STAY SWAGGY AND HAVE A SAFE HALLOWEEN!!

what are y'all being?? 👀

i'm being Medusa for my single costume
and Fred from Scooby-Doo for my group costume.

PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT <33

BTW ONLY SIX (6) MORE CHAPTERS IN ACT ONE!!
lemme know your predictions about what's going to happen— because shit will happen! lmfaooooooo MUAHHAHAHA 😈