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In the Presence of Truth {"Sage of Truth" (SMC) x Reader} PT 25

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It had been three weeks.

Three long, buzzing, sleepless weeks since your portfolios were submitted, carefully reviewed, triple-checked, and delivered into the arcane dropbox guarded by an enchanted golem who had politely wished you “good fortune” in five different languages.

And now, the final wait was nearly over. The results would be posted tomorrow at dawn. You sat at your usual spot in the dining hall, the table glowing under soft lanternlight, half-listening to the hum of your friends’ voices. Every student around you carried the same barely-contained energy, like the whole Academy was holding its breath.

“I swear,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie muttered, slumping dramatically over his tray, “if I don’t get placed in the Mythos Lab, I’m transferring to one of those boring wizard academies by the marsh.”

“You’d last two days before dying of boredom,” Chai Latte Cookie replied, poking at her mashed roots with her spoon. “Or trying to enchant the entire faculty into giving you snacks.” Hazelnut grinned. “So I’d go down in history.”

“You’d go down in flames,” Earl Grey said dryly, not looking up from his tea. “Which would be poetic, but still tragic.”

You chuckled softly, but your thoughts wandered. Three weeks. It felt like a blur and an eternity all at once. Between lectures, late-night study sessions, and whispered evenings in the Scholar’s Wing, it had passed without warning.

“Do you think we’ll all get in?” you asked quietly. The table stilled for just a breath. Chai was the first to speak. “I think we’ve done everything we could. We worked hard. We submitted early. We made each other better.”

She gave you a pointed look, warm and firm. “You’ve come so far.”

Hazelnut Biscotti nodded. “We’ve got a real shot.”

“And if not,” Earl Grey added smoothly, “we’ll simply rewrite the future until it suits us. That’s what scholars do.”

That drew a laugh from all of you. But the nerves didn’t quite fade .As you reached for your tea, Chai leaned forward suddenly, that familiar glint in her eye.

“And speaking of rewriting futures…” she said slyly. “What’s going on with you and the Sage of Truth?”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Shadow Milk Cookie. You’ve been seeing him almost every day for weeks, and I’m just supposed to believe you’re only talking about metaphysics and portfolio formatting?”

Hazelnut made a quiet “ooh,” and even Earl Grey quirked a brow with interest.

You hesitated. “It’s… kind of the same. I mean, we’re close. There’s this understanding between us, this rhythm we’ve fallen into. But-”

“But?” Chai’s voice softened.

You exhaled. “It’s like there’s this barrier we keep pretending doesn’t exist. We’re not just friends anymore. I think we both know that. But there’s no label. No definition. And it’s… starting to feel like that lack of definition is keeping us from something.”

Earl Grey set down his tea. “From moving forward.”

You nodded, voice quieter. “Maybe.” Chai looked at you, really looked, and reached across the table to squeeze your hand.

“You’ve already walked into the unknown once,” she said. “What’s one more step?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at your friends how far you’d all come. How much tomorrow might change. And how much, already, had changed. Maybe in the morning, there’d be answers. Maybe even the kind that couldn’t be written into a portfolio.

Your fingers curled around your cup, the warmth grounding you as you exhaled softly.

The laughter and chatter that had filled the table moments before quieted, a subtle shift as your friends sensed the sincerity behind your silence. “It’s not that easy,” you said, voice low but honest. Hazelnut Biscotti, halfway through chewing a roll, paused. Chai Latte leaned in just a bit, eyes softening.

Even Earl Grey tilted his head slightly, setting down his teacup. “It’s not like we don’t care about each other,” you continued. “I know we do. But there’s this… line. One neither of us wants to cross.”

Chai gave you a gentle smile. “Because of who he is?”

You nodded slowly. “Because of everything he is. He’s the Sage of Truth…Shadow Milk Cookie. He’s someone with centuries ahead of him, someone who speaks in riddles and answers with stars. And I’m…”

You gestured vaguely. “Just a student. One who nearly flunked their way through the first half of the semester and once tried to enchant pineapple ice cream.”

Hazelnut Biscotti let out a soft snort. “A noble disaster.”

You smiled faintly but didn’t look up. “I guess… I don’t know where we stand. We never really say anything. It’s always these quiet moments holding hands under the table, walking in the gardens after dark, falling asleep in his office. But we don’t call it anything.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to name it first,” Earl Grey said gently.

You looked at him, surprised. “He’s older. Wiser. But that doesn’t mean he knows how to navigate this,”

Earl continued. “Maybe he’s giving you room. Letting you choose if you want something defined…without putting pressure on it.”

Chai reached out and brushed her thumb lightly over your knuckles. “But not knowing still hurts, doesn’t it?”

You gave the smallest nod. “It’s like… it doesn’t matter if we both know what this is if neither of us says it out loud. It feels like we’re keeping it in a box we’re both too scared to open.” There was silence, but it wasn’t heavy. Just thoughtful.

“I’m not asking for anything big,” you added. “I just want to feel like we’re standing on something solid. That I’m not imagining it.”

“You’re not,” Chai said quietly, her hand still resting over yours. Hazelnut raised his cup. “And if he breaks your heart, we’ll steal his ink bottles and sabotage every quill he owns.” You laughed, the tension in your chest loosening just enough. “Thanks, I think?”

“Anytime,” he said, grinning. “You’re doing fine,” Earl added, calm as ever. “Better than most.” And for the first time that evening, you believed that might be true. That maybe even the undefined had meaning. And maybe tomorrow would bring something more.

Your fingers curled around Earl Grey’s hands, seeking reassurance, seeking something that felt steady. His warmth was grounding, the weight of his certainty anchoring you even as doubt pulled at your edges.

“…Do you really mean that?” you asked, your voice quieter than before. Earl Grey’s gaze was unwavering, calm as ever, yet beneath it, there was something almost tender.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” The world around you faded just slightly. The dim glow of the dining hall, the quiet hum of voices none of it seemed to matter as much as this moment.

Your hands remained clasped across the table, a touch that to you felt natural like time itself had woven trust between you both, like this was just another moment in the long thread of your friendship.

But to an outsider? To someone watching from across the room? It looked like something entirely different. Chai Latte’s lips parted slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face before she masked it with a small sip of her tea. Her fingers twitched against the table, as if resisting the urge to say something.

Hazelnut Biscotti, however, never resisted such urges. “Oh no,” he gasped, placing a hand over his chest with theatrical flair. “Are you two eloping? Has true love blossomed right before our eyes?” Hazelnut Biscotti was just jesting and his bluntness was more playful than Earl Grey’s.

Your head snapped toward him so fast you nearly knocked over your tea. “What?!” Chai Latte groaned, reaching over to lightly smack him on the arm. “Hazel, I swear-” But before she could scold him properly, something changed. A presence. A shift in the air, subtle but impossible to ignore.

Hazelnut Biscotti, who had been grinning just a second ago, stiffened. Chai Latte’s shoulders squared, and her gaze flickered just past you. Even Earl Grey composed, unshakable Earl Grey tensed ever so slightly.

Slowly, you turned. And your breath caught. Shadow Milk Cookie stood behind you. His eyes were unreadable, sharp yet measured, scanning the scene before him your hands still clasped in Earl Grey’s, the warmth between you unmistakable, the way your friends had suddenly gone completely silent. But more than that, he felt different. The air around him carried weight, the kind of presence that made words feel insignificant. And then, your eyes dropped to his hands.

Your notebook.

Your forgotten notebook.

Your stomach twisted.

Shadow Milk Cookie lifted it slightly, his voice smooth, yet oddly restrained.

“I believe this belongs to you.”

You hesitated, barely breathing as you reached for it. Your fingers brushed against his just for a second, fleeting but tangible. His gaze did not waver. “…Thanks,” you murmured, your voice smaller than you meant it to be. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. The world shrank down to the inches of space between you, the unspoken questions hanging in the air, thick as ink spilled over parchment. Then, slowly, his eyes shifted not to your notebook, not even to you, but to Earl Grey. You barely noticed the way Earl’s fingers subtly pulled away from yours.

The moment stretched. Too long. Too quiet. Shadow Milk Cookie’s gaze flickered back to yours, something unreadable in his expression something composed, but not detached. Something lingering. “Try not to leave it behind next time,” he said, his voice perfectly even. Then, without another word, he turned, steps sweeping behind him, disappearing as quickly as he came. You exhaled shakily, suddenly hyper-aware of the tension hanging in the air.

Hazelnut Biscotti cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “…Sooo. That was dramatic.”

Chai Latte snapped out of her daze and smacked his arm. “Hazel, shut up!”

“I’m just saying! That was a moment.”

Earl Grey took a slow, deliberate sip of his tea, expression unreadable. “Intriguing.” But you weren’t listening. Because Shadow Milk Cookie had left. But something stayed. A presence, an impression, a lingering sense of something unspoken yet undeniable. And for the first time, you wondered…Was this a line being crossed? Or a boundary being drawn?

Your fingers curled around your notebook, grip tightening as your mind tried and failed to catch up with what had just transpired. You stared at the door Shadow Milk Cookie had disappeared through, heart pounding, an unsettled feeling creeping up your spine.

“…What just happened?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud might make it make sense.

Hazelnut Biscotti let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re in trouble.”

You turned to him, eyes wide with something close to panic. “What do you mean I’m in trouble? Should I- should I go after him? Should I just leave it? What do I do?”

Hazelnut leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I mean, if it were me, I’d probably start worrying about Earl here.”

Earl Grey blinked. “Pardon?”

“Yeah,” Hazelnut continued, as if he were making some grand revelation. “You should probably watch your back from now on.”

You paled slightly. “What? Why? What did he do”

“Relax,” he said, waving a hand dismissively as he turned to Earl Grey. “He wouldn’t do anything. You’re (y/n)’s friend. But if looks could kill? Earl’d be a goner.”

Earl Grey exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment. “You are truly a master of easing tension.”

“I try,” Hazelnut Biscotti said, grinning. You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temples. “No, but…what do I do?” You looked toward the door again, heart still thrumming against your ribs. “Do I go after him? Do I just pretend that didn’t happen?”

Chai Latte finally leaned in, resting her chin in her palm, gaze softer than usual. “Well,” she said, tilting her head, “if I were him, and I walked in on that little moment between you and Earl? I’d probably be spiraling.”

You stiffened. “What…why?” Chai gestured vaguely toward where your hands had been clasped just minutes ago. “I mean, come on. If you were an outsider looking in, that whole moment looked intimate.”

You hesitated. “But Earl and I-”

“I know it wasn’t that kind of moment,” Chai interrupted, waving a hand. “But if he did or didn’t hear the full conversation? If he just saw you two, holding hands, looking all serious and soft with each other?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I’d be spiraling.” Hazelnut Biscotti nodded solemnly. “I mean, you were looking at Earl Grey like he hung the stars for you.” Earl Grey sighed. “You are really not helping.”

You groaned again, covering your face with both hands. “I wasn’t! I mean, maybe a little? But that was just…he was just giving me advice! I needed to hear that from him!”

Chai tapped her fingers against the table. “And now Shadow Milk thinks you’re running off to elope.”

Hazelnut Biscotti let out a loud snort. “You should’ve seen his face. That was the face of a man having an epiphany he wasn’t ready for.”

You peeked at her through your fingers. “Are you guys sure he was…?”

Chai Latte gave you an exasperated look. “Do you really think he’d show up here just to return a notebook? He wanted to see you.” You opened your mouth, then closed it.

“Oh no,” you whispered. “Oh no no no.” Hazelnut Biscotti clapped a hand over his mouth, clearly thriving on your panic. “They’re realizing.” Earl Grey, ever composed, simply sighed. “Would you like to calm down before you decide what to do?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Your brain was moving too fast, rewinding through every interaction you’d ever had with Shadow Milk Cookie, trying to pinpoint the exact moment you had somehow caused this mess.

“I have to talk to him,” you said finally, voice firm even though your heart was still a frantic mess. Chai Latte smiled, just slightly. “That’s probably a good idea.” Hazelnut Biscotti looked vaguely disappointed. “So no eloping?”

Chai smacked his arm. “Shut up.” You barely registered their bickering, already grabbing your notebook and standing on shaky legs. Whatever just happened you needed answers. You barely registered the scrape of your chair as you pushed back from the table, the voices of your friends fading into background noise as your pulse roared in your ears.

You had to go after him.

Your legs carried you before your mind fully caught up, weaving through the dining hall’s thinning crowd, past lingering students, out into the dim corridors of the Academy. You caught a glimpse of him ahead, his clothes moving fluidly with every step, his pace measured but unwavering. He wasn’t storming off, wasn’t making a scene, but there was a distance in his stride that you felt.

A deliberate parting.

The kind that hurt.

“Shadow Milk!”

Your voice cut through the hush of the hall, sharp, urgent. Eyes watching but he didn’t stop. You picked up your pace, practically jogging to catch up, your heart hammering wildly.

“Shadow Milk Cookie, wait!”

At last, he halted.

But he didn’t turn right away.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, the subtle way his hands curled into fists at his sides before relaxing again. It was as if he was composing himself building walls you hadn’t even realized you were capable of breaking. When he finally faced you, his eyes were not cold, not indifferent, but guarded.

“I returned your notebook,” he said, voice even.

“That’s not-” You exhaled sharply, stepping closer. “That’s not the only reason why you left.”

“No,” he admitted. You hesitated, caught off guard by his directness. But there was something else in the way he looked at you, something just beneath the surface, something aching. You swallowed. “Then why?”

His gaze flickered, just barely. Then, in a voice quieter but no less sharp.

“You turned to him.”

Your breath caught. “What?”

“Earl Grey Cookie,” he said, his expression unwavering. “You looked to him for the answers you sought. Not me.”

A strange, unfamiliar panic clawed its way up your throat. “I-I didn’t” You took another step forward, shaking your head. “That wasn’t-”

“You asked him,” Shadow Milk continued, and this time, there was an edge to his voice, something rawer than you’d ever heard from him before. “You held his hands. You let him be the one to give you certainty.” You stared at him, chest tightening. How much had he heard? Not like it mattered but still. You wondered if he had really good hearing, or if you lacked spatial awareness…maybe both. Still you had to say something anything.

“Because you never do!” The words left you before you could stop them, too loud, too vulnerable. They hung in the space between you, trembling, fragile. Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes darkened just slightly. “And do you believe I would give you falsehoods?”

“No!” You ran a hand through your hair, exasperated. “That’s not what I…god, you always do this! You always make me untangle things myself, always guide me but never say anything outright! I needed something clear, something solid!” Something you wouldn’t dance around like a riddle. Something you wouldn’t have to question.

His jaw tightened just slightly. “And you believed Earl Grey was the one to provide that?”

You faltered, breath uneven. “I just” You swallowed, hands curling into fists at your sides. “I don’t know. Maybe. I needed to hear it from someone. That what I feel is real.”

“And my actions have not made it real?” His voice was lower now, careful, but lined with something sharp.

Your heart twisted. “That’s not what I meant,” you whispered. A silence stretched between you, heavy and taut. Then, quietly he asked “Do you not trust me?”

Your breath stilled.

You looked up at him, at the slight furrow in his brow, at the rare, barely perceptible hesitance in his expression. His eyes held you in place, searching; waiting.

“I do,” you murmured. “I do trust you.”

Shadow Milk Cookie exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for the briefest moment. “Then tell me, scholar.” His voice was softer now, but no less serious. “What is it that you seek from me?”

You hesitated.

“I-” Your fingers trembled at your sides. “I don’t know.” A long pause.

“Would you like me to name it?” Your breath caught. Shadow Milk Cookie’s gaze was steady, unreadable. His posture was composed, but there was something behind it, something that made your chest ache. For a moment, you stood frozen, the weight of the question pressing against your ribs.

Would you?

Would having a name for this make it easier? Would it make it real in a way you were both too scared to face? This is what you wanted is it not?

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. Shadow Milk studied you for a long moment, then, without a word, he let out a quiet breath.

“…Then we wait.”

You swallowed thickly. “…Wait?”

He nodded, his expression unreadable once more. “Until you are ready to cross the line you claim neither of us dares to step over.”

The breath you hadn’t realized you were holding came out shakily. He wasn’t giving you riddles. He was giving you the choice. The realization hit you with startling clarity. Shadow Milk had never been holding you back. He had been waiting for you to step forward. You let out something between a breathless laugh and a sigh, rubbing your temples. “You’re impossible.”

A faint hum. “So I’ve been told.”

You glanced up at him, expression softening. “Shadow Milk-” He tilted his head slightly. “Yes?”

You studied him for a moment, the way he watched you patient, unwavering, genuine

“…I’ll see you tomorrow,” you murmured.

Shadow Milk’s lips curled, barely perceptible. “Tomorrow,” he echoed.

You walked back toward your friends, feeling the weight of the conversation settle in your chest like an unfinished sentence, words unsaid, truths skirted around, both of you sidestepping the things that felt too fragile, too dangerous to bring into the light. Nothing had been resolved. Not really. All you had done was push it aside, tuck it neatly away like a book neither of you were ready to read, ignoring the way the pages still ached to be turned.

And so, you let it rest for now. When you reached your table, the atmosphere had simmered down. The initial chaos of your sudden departure had faded, replaced by the quiet hum of conversation, half-eaten plates, and stolen glances in your direction. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie was the first to speak.

“Hey, uh-” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely sheepish. “Sorry about earlier. I got a little carried away.” His gaze flicked to Chai Latte. “I’m apologizing…Partly because someone nearly yanked my arm out of its socket.”

Chai Latte huffed, arms crossed. “You deserved it.”

“But also because I-” He exhaled, looking at you more seriously. “I didn’t mean to make things worse. I thought I was being funny, but I should’ve read the room better.”

You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head. “It’s okay, really.”

“It’s not, though.” Hazelnut Biscotti frowned. “That was a whole thing. And I guess I kinda made it into even more of a thing.”

Earl Grey Cookie, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. “It’s not your fault,” he said smoothly, setting his teacup down with precise grace.

“And perhaps… maybe I was in the wrong. A little bit.” Chai Latte immediately turned to him, eyes narrowing. “Oh, don’t you start.”

Earl Grey gave her a look of polite skepticism. “You don’t think I was at least partially responsible?”

“You did nothing wrong,” Chai declared, shaking her head. “Seriously, what is with all of you acting like you committed some grand crime?”

Hazelnut Biscotti raised a hand. “To be fair, you literally just scolded me.”

“Yes, because you turned it into a whole dramatic scene,” Chai shot back, before gesturing vaguely to Earl Grey. “But him? He was just sitting there, minding his own business, and then boom he’s caught in some weird, unspoken relationship war.”

You winced. “Please don’t call it that.”

“Then what should I call it?” Chai asked, giving you an exasperated look. You hesitated, lips pressing together. Chai let out a long sigh. “See? This is the problem.”

Hazelnut snorted into his drink. “She’s got a point.”

Earl Grey, ever composed, simply hummed. “Regardless, I meant what I said earlier,” he said, meeting your gaze with something softer than his usual impassiveness. “You’re not alone in this.”

Your chest ached, but in a way that felt warm. “…Thanks,” you murmured.

Chai Latte reached out and flicked your forehead lightly. “You stress me out,” she grumbled. “I’m stealing your desserts for a week.”

“That’s excessive,” you protested. She raised a brow. “You’ll let me.” You groaned, but didn’t argue. The tension from earlier wasn’t entirely gone but here, in the company of your friends, it didn’t feel as suffocating. Though nothing was fixed not yet it was enough to know that you didn’t have to carry it alone. Still though, Chai latte just had to ask…

“Soooo…What happened?”

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair as you finally finished recounting everything. Your friends sat in varying states of contemplation, processing the storm of emotions you had just unraveled before them.

Hazelnut Biscotti was the first to break the silence. “…Okay, first of all, damn.”

Chai Latte Cookie let out a slow, theatrical breath, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I told you this was a slow-burn academic tragedy waiting to happen.”

Earl Grey Cookie, ever composed, leaned back slightly, studying you. “So… that’s where you left things?” His voice was careful, like he was handling something delicate.

You nodded, still feeling the echo of Shadow Milk’s words in your chest. “Yeah. I-I don’t know if I handled it right. He looked… I don’t know. Disappointed? Or maybe just done with this whole thing.”

Chai Latte shook her head. “No, no, no…he’s not done. He just threw the ball into your court. He’s waiting.” Hazelnut Biscotti looked deep in thought. “I mean… he literally asked if you wanted him to name it. You could’ve had all the answers right then and there.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. “I know! But I panicked!”

Earl Grey sighed, fingers steepled. “It’s understandable. Naming something makes it real.”

“Exactly,” you muttered, lifting your head just slightly. “And what if once we say it, we can’t go back? What if it changes everything? What if I’m wrong?”

Chai gave you a pointed look. “Are you?”

You hesitated. “No,” you admitted softly.

Hazelnut Biscotti smirked. “There it is.”

Chai clapped her hands together. “Alright, so you do love him.” You immediately recoiled. “I never said-!”

“You never denied,” she sing-songed, leaning in closer.

Earl Grey merely raised a brow. “You have feelings for him. That much is clear.” You rolled your eyes, feeling entirely too seen.

Hazelnut Biscotti snickered. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna elope with him, warn us first. I need to know what kind of outfit is required for a ‘Fount of Knowledge’ wedding.”

Chai immediately turned and shook him. “Shut up.” Earl Grey pinched the bridge of his nose. “Hazelnut, please.”

You could feel your face burning. “We are not eloping!” Hazelnut Biscotti only grinned. “Yet.”

You buried your face in your hands again. “I hate all of you.” Chai patted your shoulder, but there was an undeniable gleam in her eyes. “You love us.” You muttered something incomprehensible into your hands.

Earl Grey, sensing that you were moments from combusting, redirected the conversation. “Jokes aside,” he said evenly, “you’re going to have to talk to him again.”

You let out a breath, still not looking up. “I know.” Chai nudged your side. “And what’s the plan?”

“…Survive.”

Hazelnut Biscotti shot you a glance. “Not a great plan.”

Earl Grey sighed. “At least be honest with yourself.” You let your hands fall from your face, finally looking up at them at the concern, the support, the absolute lack of judgment.

“…I just need time,” you admitted. Chai Latte gave you a soft smile. “Then take it. But don’t take forever.”

Hazelnut raised his cup. “To our poor, lovesick friend, may they figure this mess out before we all die of old age.” You groaned but clinked your cup against his anyway.

Earl Grey simply shook his head, but you could see the quiet amusement in his eyes. You sighed, slumping forward onto the table, your hands tangled in your hair as the weight of everything settled heavily in your chest.

“So, what do I do?” you asked, your voice muffled. “I didn’t fix anything. We didn’t actually talk about it. I just ran after him, panicked, and now it feels like we shoved everything under the rug again.”

Chai Latte Cookie hummed, sipping her tea before giving you a thoughtful look. “Well… you could talk to him.”

Hazelnut Biscotti snorted. “A revolutionary idea.”

You shot him a glare. “You know what I mean. What if he’s actually upset with me? What if he thinks I don’t trust him? What if I made things worse?”

Earl Grey Cookie tapped his fingers against the table. “Do you really believe that?”

You hesitated.

“...I don’t know,” you admitted, pressing your forehead against your palm. “Maybe? I mean, he did leave. That means something, right? If he wasn’t upset, he would’ve stayed.”

Chai Latte reached out, flicking your arm lightly. “He was upset. But not in the way you think. If he was actually angry at you, do you really think he would’ve stood there, listened to you, offered to name whatever it is between you?”

Earl Grey nodded. “He’s waiting. That much is clear. But you’re right about one thing, this conversation isn’t over. It’s just on hold.”

Hazelnut Biscotti leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. “So, how do you unpause it?” You stared at the table, feeling the pit of uncertainty clawing at your stomach.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I want to talk to him, but how do I even start? ‘Hey, sorry I looked to someone else for answers because I was scared of what yours would be’? Yeah, that sounds great.”

Chai sighed dramatically. “If only there were a world-renowned scholar of truth and knowledge who could help you work through the answers you’re looking for.” You shot her a flat look. “Helpful.”

“I am helpful,” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “But seriously, you’re overthinking this.”

Hazelnut Biscotti snickered. “Like that’s new.” Earl Grey ignored him. “Start simple. He’s always been someone who gives you the space to figure things out, hasn’t he?”

You frowned. “Yeah…”

“Then take that space. But don’t leave it empty,” Earl Grey said. “If you don’t want him to think you’re avoiding the conversation entirely, show him that you’re still there.”

Chai smirked. “Or, you know, just ambush him in his office and demand he help you understand what you want.”

“That’s what I always do,” you groaned. Hazelnut clapped your shoulder. “Then you’re already ahead of the curve.” You shook your head, laughing despite the tightness in your chest. “You guys are terrible at giving normal advice.”

“We’re terrible at normal in general,” Chai corrected. Earl Grey sipped his tea. “You don’t need a perfect plan. Just take a step forward.” You exhaled, rubbing your temples. “Alright. Fine. I’ll figure something out.”

Hazelnut grinned. “That’s the spirit. Now, if you do elope, can I officiate?” Chai immediately lunged at him, and you buried your face in your hands again. You had no idea how you were going to fix this. You let out a groan, dragging your hands down your face before dropping your head onto the table.

“Why doesn’t he just take the lead?” you grumbled, voice muffled by the wood. “Why does it always have to be me asking the questions? Why does he answer every single one with another question? Shouldn’t he be the one to fix things?”

Chai Latte Cookie let out a soft snort, sipping her tea with amusement. “You do realize who you’re talking about, right?”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “Yeah, we’re talking about the Sage of Truth. Mr. ‘The Answers Lie Within You,’ Mr. ‘Have You Considered the Implications of Your Own Inquiry?’ Mr.-”

“Alright, alright,” you groaned, waving a hand to cut him off. “I get it.”

Earl Grey Cookie, ever composed, tilted his head slightly. “Do you really want him to ‘fix’ this? Or do you want him to say something you’re too afraid to say first?” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Both.”

Chai Latte smirked. “Oh, so now you want him to tell you what to do?”

You slumped further into your seat. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” You lifted your head just enough to glare at them. “I’m allowed to rant.”

Hazelnut Biscotti leaned back, grinning. “Of course. Please, go on about how the all-knowing scholar should do all the emotional labor for you.”

You groaned again, flopping back into your chair. “I don’t mean it like that! It’s just…he always makes me figure things out on my own. Even now, when it’s us. It’s like he’s waiting for me to piece together some grand revelation, and I’m just” You gestured wildly. “floundering around like an idiot.”

Chai Latte patted your shoulder, not unkindly. “Sweetheart, you’re always floundering.”

“Not helping.”

Earl Grey, who had been quietly observing, finally sighed. “He’s not doing this to frustrate you.” You huffed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“He’s giving you control,” Earl Grey continued, voice calm. “If he were to take the lead and define this for you, that would mean he’s the one deciding what it is. That’s not how he operates. You know that.”

You opened your mouth, ready to argue but then you paused. Because, well… he wasn’t wrong. Shadow Milk Cookie never imposed his truth onto others. That wasn’t his way. He let others seek, find, discover and let them come to their own conclusions. So of course, when it came to this, to you he wasn’t going to define it for you.

You slumped, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Ugh.”

Hazelnut Biscotti raised a brow. “That’s it? Just ‘ugh’?”

“Yes.” You gestured vaguely. “Just… ugh.”

Chai Latte laughed. “You really are hopeless.”

Earl Grey simply took another sip of tea. “You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.” You sighed. “I know.”

Hazelnut Biscotti smirked. “But for the record, if you do decide to confess dramatically, let me know so I can sell tickets.”

Chai Latte smacked him on the arm. This was going to be a long night. Not just for you, but for poor Hazelnut’s arm…

The following day anxiety ate away at your will. The sun had barely crested the horizon when the four of you found yourselves huddled together in the main hall, where the announcement would be posted.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with anticipation and unspoken prayers. The events of the night prior still lingered in your mind Shadow Milk Cookie, his unreadable expression, the weight of everything left unsaid but right now, there was only this.

The results.

The Spire of Knowledge’s early decisions.

Chai Latte Cookie bounced on the balls of her feet, hands clasped together like she was physically holding herself back from sprinting straight to the notice board.

“I hate this,” she whispered dramatically. “Why do they make it feel like we’re awaiting some divine judgment? Just post the names and let us live.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie cracked his knuckles, squinting at the large parchment still being pinned to the board by one of the faculty assistants. “I say we just charge in. Strength in numbers. If we’re gonna be disappointed, let’s at least be disappointed together.”

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching at your sides. The weight of weeks, months of inadvertent effort, of sleepless nights and endless study sessions, pressed against your chest.

You thought of the research statement, the carefully compiled portfolio, the nights spent poring over notes until your vision blurred. You thought of Shadow Milk Cookie’s revisions, of the way he had taken your work and strengthened it with a precision only he could wield.

You thought of him, and what it would mean if your name wasn’t there. Earl Grey Cookie, the only one among you who appeared remotely composed, adjusted his cuffs. “It’s posted,” he murmured.

Chai Latte let out a tiny noise of distress. The four of you exchanged glances. Then, all at once, you surged forward. The notice board loomed in front of you, names scrawled in elegant script beneath the seal of the Academy. Students rushing towards the board didn’t help your anxiety. Your eyes scanned frantically, your heartbeat hammering against your ribs.

Then-

You found it.

Your name.

It was there.

You got in.

A sharp breath left you, disbelief crashing over you in waves. For a moment, you could only stare, the words blurring as something deep and overwhelming settled into your bones. Relief. Joy. Maybe even a little fear, knowing what came next.

“YES!” Chai Latte Cookie practically screamed. “WE DID IT!” Your head snapped toward the list again, your hands shaking as you searched for their names. There, Earl Grey Cookie. Chai Latte Cookie. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie.

All of you.

You all got in.

“Holy!” Hazelnut Biscotti choked out a laugh, gripping Earl Grey Cookie’s shoulder and shaking him slightly. “We did it! We actually ha!”

He ran a hand through his hair, grinning like a fool. “This isn’t a dream, right?” Earl Grey Cookie exhaled slowly, a rare, pleased smile tugging at his lips. “It would appear that it is not.”

“Oh my gods,” Chai Latte Cookie wheezed, clutching your arm like she needed to steady herself.

“I was so ready to start crying. I was so ready to throw myself into the abyss of despair.” Hazelnut Biscotti laughed, light and full of life, and suddenly, it felt real. You turned back to your name, tracing over the letters with your eyes like they might vanish if you blinked too hard. You did it.

You were going to the Spire.

You let out a breathless laugh, your chest feeling so full you thought you might burst. Your friends were still celebrating beside you Chai Latte was gripping Earl Grey Cookie’s sleeve and shaking it wildly, Hazelnut Biscotti was dramatically wiping an invisible tear from his eye but all you could do was stare at your name, committing it to memory.

Then, without thinking, you turned to them, voice shaking with laughter. “We actually did it.” Chai Latte Cookie let out a small, breathless sound that might’ve been a laugh or a sob. “We did.” Hazelnut Biscotti threw an arm around your shoulders, grinning ear to ear. “You’re stuck with us now. There’s no going back.”

Earl Grey Cookie gave a quiet chuckle, nodding. “Indeed. The Spire won’t know what hit it.” And as the excitement buzzed through the air, filling the space between you and them, between the past and the future, between the uncertainty of last night and the surety of this moment. You realized something.

Even with all the unanswered questions.

Even with the ache in your chest that hadn’t yet faded.

Right now, this was enough.

For just a little while longer, you let yourself celebrate.

The moment the realization hit that you had made it, that all of you had made it was the same moment the rest of the Academy surged forward. Or perhaps in your own excitement you hadn’t noticed it…

A tidal wave of students pressed in, eager, desperate to see their own names among the chosen. The quiet tension that had filled the hall just moments ago shattered into an excited frenzy as hopeful scholars rushed to the board, jostling against one another, voices rising in overlapping cries of victory, disbelief, and, in some cases, quiet disappointment.

The four of you barely had a moment to bask in your triumph before the wave of bodies closed in. “Oh!” Chai Latte Cookie yelped as she was nearly knocked off balance, gripping your sleeve like a lifeline. “Chaos! Absolute chaos! I love it!”

“MOVE!” a particularly aggressive student bellowed, elbowing their way toward the list. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie barely sidestepped a flailing arm. “Okay! Okay! We got our results, time to retreat!”

“We can’t retreat!” Chai Latte Cookie shot back, clinging to you as the crowd pressed in tighter. “We have to bask!”

“There is no basking in a stampede,” Earl Grey Cookie muttered, though even he had to take a careful step back, his usual composure momentarily disturbed by the sheer force of bodies colliding around him. You barely managed to keep your footing as someone stumbled past, their arm nearly knocking the air from your lungs.

The press of students was relentless, an eager, anxious current sweeping through the hall like a flood. For every scholar who cried out in joy, another walked away in tense silence, their shoulders stiff with disappointment. For the four of you, though for you and your friends it was nothing but exhilaration.

“We did it,” you gasped out, ducking slightly as someone leaned in too close to read the names. “We actually did it.”

“Yes, and we will continue doing it if we can get out of here alive,” Earl Grey Cookie noted dryly. Chai Latte Cookie beamed, gripping Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie’s arm as she practically bounced in place. “I thrive in this energy. It’s like an academic battlefield.”

“We need to move before someone accidentally takes us out,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie said, already maneuvering away from the thickest part of the crowd.

You didn’t argue. Pushing through the mass of bodies wasn’t easy, but eventually, the four of you managed to escape, stumbling into the open hallway where the air was clearer, where you could breathe. Eventually finding a table. And that’s when it finally sank in.

No more wondering.

No more waiting.

No more agonizing over whether your name would be there.

You were going to the Spire of Knowledge.

Chai Latte Cookie turned to all of you, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Then, suddenly, brightly she laughed. “We did it.”

This time, there was no rush of students, no chaotic crowd, no distractions.

Just the four of you.

Just the weight of this moment.

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “Yeah,” he breathed. “We did.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie leaned back in his chair, balancing it precariously on its two back legs. “Okay, but why does it feel like such a big deal? The Spire is literally brand new. It’s not like there are centuries of tradition tied to it.”

You sighed, tapping your fingers against your tea cup. “Because it’s not just about the Spire. It’s about him.”

Chai Latte Cookie pointed at you in triumph. “See? You get it!”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course, I do. The Spire is being built in his name. It’s not just an extension of the Academy…it’s his legacy.”

Earl Grey Cookie gave a small nod. “Exactly. The ceremony isn’t just for the scholars who got accepted. It’s also for Shadow Milk Cookie; he's being formally named the Fount of Knowledge. That title isn’t just honorary. It means he’s the first of his kind, the foundation upon which the Spire will be built.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie let out a low whistle. “No pressure or anything.”

You let out a slow breath, staring down at the steam curling from your cup. You’d known all of this, but hearing it said aloud framed like this made it feel heavier. Chai Latte Cookie, of course, picked up on it immediately. “And you,” she added, leaning in with a grin, “get to have a front-row seat to all of it.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’m literally just a student. And you know we won’t be in the front row.”

Chai Latte Cookie gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “How dare you reduce yourself to such a common title! You are his student. The most special student.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “Maybe he’ll mention you in his speech.” Chai Latte Cookie gasped again, dramatically this time. “‘To my most persistent and exasperating scholar…’”

You deadpanned. “Can we not do this right now?” Earl Grey Cookie smirked, but his voice was even. “It’s understandable if it feels overwhelming. This is more than just an achievement for you it’s entwined with him.”

That was the part that made your stomach twist. Because of course it was entwined with him. Your acceptance into the Spire, your entire academic growth, everything had been shaped by him in some way. He had challenged you, guided you, waited for you in ways that even now you weren’t entirely sure how to name.

And now, as the Spire’s foundation settled into place, he was at the center of it. Chai Latte Cookie gave you a softer look, resting her chin on her palm. “Have you even asked him how he feels about all of this?”

You blinked. “…I guess not.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie nudged your arm. “You should. You are his” He wiggled his brows. “favorite.”

Chai Latte Cookie clasped her hands together. “Ooooh, what if he really does mention you in his speech? ‘And to the scholar who nearly burned down my office…’”

“I hate all of you. And for the record I didn’t come close to burning anything…I just thought I could do a magic trick…”

Earl Grey Cookie sipped his tea, unconcerned.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Okay, so just to clarify…there’s no dramatic tradition yet, right? No elaborate robes, no candlelit rites of passage, no century-old academic oaths?”

Chai Latte Cookie shrugged. “Nope. Just a very official ceremony.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “With him in the spotlight.”

Chai Latte Cookie shot you a knowing look. “And you watching from the front row.”

You exhaled sharply, tapping your fingers against the table before finally blurting out, "I have to face him today."

Your friends stilled for a moment before Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie let out a low whistle, setting his cup down with exaggerated care. “Wow. You sound like you’re about to march into battle.”

Chai Latte Cookie, ever dramatic, pressed a hand to her forehead. “A noble warrior, braving the battlefield of emotional confrontation.” You shot her a flat look. “I mean it. I can’t just ignore what happened last night. If I don’t talk to him, it’s just gonna sit there, all weird and unspoken.”

Earl Grey Cookie hummed, ever composed. “That does seem like the wisest course of action.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “Yeah, no offense, but watching you both avoid the actual problem is kind of exhausting.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I know! And I hate it! Why does he always answer my questions with more questions? Why can’t he just take the lead for once and fix things?” Chai Latte Cookie grinned, resting her chin on her palm. “Oh, you’re mad mad.”

“I’m frustrated,” you corrected, lifting your head. “Why does everything have to be a slow-burn philosophical riddle with him? I ask him one thing, and suddenly I’m left wondering if I even know what I’m asking.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie pointed at you. “That’s a you problem.” You shot him a betrayed look. Earl Grey Cookie finally sighed, placing his teacup down.

“You should know by now that Shadow Milk Cookie has never been the kind to force things. He waits. He guides. But he will not define this for you, no matter how much you want him to.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “…So it is on me.”

Chai Latte Cookie shrugged. “Pretty much.” You inhaled deeply, then exhaled through your nose. “Fine. I’ll talk to him. I’ll fix yesterday. And then we can all sit in a circle and sing kumbaya together like civilized people.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie burst out laughing. “Oh yeah. That’s totally what’s gonna happen.” Earl Grey Cookie gave you a knowing look. “You’re aware this might not resolve everything in one conversation.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But I have to try.”

Chai Latte Cookie grinned, nudging your arm. “That’s the spirit. Now go on, brave scholar. Face your fate.” You huffed, rolling your eyes but standing anyway. Your heart pounded as you pushed back from the table, nerves buzzing beneath your skin. This wasn’t going to be easy. But nothing worth holding onto ever was.You marched down the corridors of the Scholar’s Wing with renewed determination, your friends’ words still echoing in your ears. Face it. Fix it. That was the plan. No more avoiding. No more waiting. The heavy wooden door of Shadow Milk Cookie’s office loomed ahead, its familiar presence oddly reassuring. You knocked thrice out of habit more than anything before pushing it open, already preparing to dive straight into conversation.

But the room was empty.

You blinked.

For a moment, you hesitated, hand still gripping the door handle as you scanned the space. The usual air of careful organization lingered the scent of parchment, ink, and something faintly celestial. The room looked exactly as it always did, as if time itself hesitated to disturb it in his absence.

But he wasn’t here.

You frowned. It wasn’t like him to leave his office unlocked if he wasn’t expecting someone. Did he step out for a moment? Get caught in some impromptu meeting? You had no idea.

Your gaze drifted toward his desk. More specifically, his chair. It looked… comfortable. Too comfortable for someone who spent so much time seated in it. Sturdy, elegant, high-backed and well-worn from years of use.

The kind of chair that radiated both authority and the promise of unparalleled back support. You glanced at the door behind you. Then back at the chair. Well. He wasn’t here. And you’d come all this way. What was the harm? Without a second thought, you strode forward and lowered yourself into the seat. And immediately understood why he sat here so often.

“Ohhh,” you muttered under your breath, leaning back against the plush cushion. “This is dangerous.” The chair cradled you in luxury, the perfect balance of support and comfort.

You stretched your arms over your head before resting them against the armrests with a sigh of satisfaction. No wonder he always looked so composed. With a chair like this, you could solve existential dilemmas and nap without consequence.

Your gaze flicked to the neatly stacked papers on the desk. From here, the entire office looked different. His perspective, not yours. This was where he sat when he pondered over ancient texts, where he rested his chin in thought while listening to you struggle through complex theories.

A strange thrill ran through you at the thought. You drummed your fingers against the desk. I could get used to this. Smirking slightly to yourself, you mimicked his usual poised demeanor, lacing your fingers together and resting your chin atop them. “Hmmm,” you mused in your best impression of his voice, “and what is it, that you wish to unravel today?” You snorted at your own ridiculousness, shaking your head. Maybe this was the real source of his power an excellent chair and a great vantage point.

You barely had time to revel in your success before you heard the faint click of the door handle turning behind you.

Your stomach plummeted.

Oh no.

The second you heard the door handle turn, panic took over. Every logical thought vanished, replaced by one singular, all-consuming instinct: hide.

Without thinking, you dropped.

One second you were basking in the absolute power of Shadow Milk Cookie’s chair; the next, you were crouched on the floor, heart hammering in your chest, palms pressed against the cool stone beneath you.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

You barely had time to scramble into a somewhat reasonable position before the door swung open. Footsteps graceful, measured, and all too familiar crossed the threshold. You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second, bracing yourself. Silence.

“…I see,” came the calm, level voice of Shadow Milk Cookie. You did not see. You didn’t see anything. You were on the floor. You cracked one eye open. From your incredibly dignified position below the desk, you could just barely make out his shoes and the pointed dip of his shadow against the floor. He hadn’t moved past the doorway yet, meaning he was

Probably staring at this entire mess. Slowly, carefully, you tilted your head up just a fraction. Shadow Milk Cookie stood in the doorway, eyes fixed on you. He was holding a book in one hand, as if he’d been carrying it absentmindedly. His brows were slightly raised, but beyond that, he conveyed nothing. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

“Dare I ask,” he continued smoothly, “what you are doing?” Your mind went blank. Every excuse you could think of was horrible.

There was no reasonable explanation for this. You scrambled for words, for dignity, for anything. “I uh” You cleared your throat, shifting slightly. “I was looking for something.”

He blinked. “Under my desk?”

“Y-yes?”

Shadow Milk Cookie’s expression did not change. “And did you find it?”

You hesitated. “Not… yet?” A pause.

“I see.”

You had no idea what he saw, but you knew it was bad. Your hands twitched against the floor. Should you just commit to this? Stay here forever? Was this your life now? He took one step closer, barely brushing the edge of the desk. “And, if I may, what exactly were you searching for?” You opened your mouth then shut it. You could not say ‘my dignity.’

“…Something important,” you said vaguely. Another silence. Then, to your absolute horror, his voice dropped into something… thoughtful. “I could assist,” he mused, as if genuinely considering it. “If it is so crucial, surely a second pair of eyes would-”

“NO.”

Your panic made your voice slightly too loud, slightly too fast. You winced immediately. Shadow Milk Cookie arched a single, elegant brow. You scrambled, waving your hands. “I mean no, no need. I got it! All good!”

“…Is that so?”

“Yep. I-uh-I should probably get up now.” Shadow Milk Cookie gestured, utterly composed. “By all means.”

Very slowly, very awkwardly, you shuffled out from under the desk, brushing off nonexistent dust and avoiding his gaze as much as possible. You straightened your back, willing yourself to look casual completely normal.

His eyes flickered to the chair.

Back to you.

A moment passed.

“…You sat in it, didn’t you?”

You froze.

Your silence was incriminating enough. Shadow Milk Cookie exhaled, closing his eyes briefly, as if collecting some last shred of patience. “I would ask if it was everything you dreamed,” he murmured, “but I suspect I already know the answer.”

You, still wildly off balance, had the audacity to cross your arms. “Listen, in my defense-”

“There is no defense.”

“You weren’t here!” Shadow Milk Cookie sighed through his nose, shaking his head in a way that somehow managed to be fond despite everything. You, still flustered beyond repair, threw your hands up. “Okay, fine! I sat in the chair. It was dangerously comfortable. But you weren’t here, so what was I supposed to do? Stand? Like some kind of commoner?”

“You are a student,” he pointed out.

“Semantics.”

“Order.”

“Semantics.”

A long, drawn-out sigh. “You are truly impossible.”

You grinned, recovering just barely. “And yet, here I stand. Not banished from your office.” Shadow Milk Cookie gave you a slow, unreadable look. Then, finally he turned, setting his book down atop the desk. “For now.” Your victory was minor, but you took it.

And as he settled into his chair, you couldn’t help but eye it one last time, mourning the sheer luxury you had just lost. Maybe if you were subtle, you could try again. The playful air between you wavered. Just slightly. Because even though Shadow Milk Cookie matched your banter with effortless grace, even though he sighed in that way that made it seem like you were merely an amusing puzzle to him yesterday still lingered between you, unspoken, unresolved. You could pretend things were fine. He certainly wouldn’t stop you.

But as he settled into his chair, the one you had just vacated you hesitated. Your gaze flickered up to his, searching. He didn’t look upset, not exactly. But he was composed in that way that felt too careful, like a book shut too quickly before you could finish reading the last sentence. It made something in your chest tighten. You fidgeted slightly, fingers curling against the hem of your sleeve. “…Are we okay?”

Shadow Milk Cookie stilled. For a moment, the room was quiet just the faint hum of the enchantments woven into the walls, the soft rustle of his sleeves as he adjusted his posture. Then he sighed, long and slow, like the weight of the question was something he had already anticipated.

“I have no quarrel with you,” he said, voice as even as ever. That wasn’t the same as we’re okay.

A/N So it's been a while since I last posted so sorry to keep you all starved, I hope this makes up for it next chapter is coming out soon just need to finish editing it but I thought may as well let you guys read this while I finish ch 26 edits and revisions, I have to say I'm not entirely happy with this chapter but I hope that I'm just being overly critical of my own work.

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Babydoll | Lee Hyunjae

SUMMARY: your sugar daddy only wanted a simple request: record a series of sex tapes for him on a weekly basis. but when he finally made the move to meet you in person, it was there and then that you finally realised what he was truly capable of when he was off the screen.

PAIRING: sugar daddy!Hyunjae x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: he's literally your sugar daddy 😃, sex tapes, dirty talk, cum play, hickeys, breast play, sex toys (ribbons are used), Hyunjae makes reader dresses up as a doll, praise kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bondage, doggy style, rough sex, missionary, petnames (babygirl, princess, babydoll), reader loses her virginity

WORD COUNT: 2,836

A/N: i am alive yes 😃 dedicating this fic to the miraes @daisyvisions @jinkoh @kyaroscuro 😚

Your hands began to tremble as you dragged the video that you had just recorded into the dropbox on the website, and you mentally battled yourself to click send.

It shouldn’t have been too hard for you, especially when you have been doing this almost every day for the past couple of months, especially when the sender was your very own sugar daddy who had been sending you more than enough money to survive on a daily basis.

You met Hyunjae online, and it took a while for you to accept that he’s not someone you would consider a stranger, let alone report to the authorities. Well, at least when you finally convinced him to actually send you pictures in real time to prove that he’s not lying about his true identity.

Getting a random message from a stranger online seemed scary, but you definitely couldn’t dismiss the fact that he was willing to pay you ten times more than your part-time job at your local coffee shop downtown. You were struggling to pay for your university fees as you finally reached your last semester, and you were this close to taking on another job to pull through if you hadn’t met Hyunjae.

What was interesting, or rather strange, was that he wanted you to record videos of yourself and send them to him weekly.

Erotic videos of yourself, to be exact.

That idea freaked you out because, for one, you had never lost your virginity, nor were you knowledgeable in conducting any of these sexual acts at all. Second, where and who were you going to go out to be able to find and convince them that you were practically planning to film an actual sex tape with? And of course, you weren’t particularly fond of posting your nude body out there on the internet for everyone to see.

But before you could even start rejecting the male’s offer as you blabbed out all the potential things that could go wrong, he reassured you that the videos are just meant for him, and you don’t have to film them with anyone else. All you had to do was set up a camera in front of you, pleasure yourself and send the clip to him every weekend, and he would then transfer the agreed amount of money to your bank account.

You weren’t too sure of the idea and knew from the back of your head that this all felt so wrong, but the temptation of the large sum of money he was willing to pay was too hard to resist, so you told him that you would try it out first to see.

And he respected your decision, as well as reassuring you that you can always back out later if this isn’t something up your alley.

The very first time you did it, it felt awkward to say the least. Even before mustering up the courage to record yourself, you had actually gone online and done a little bit of research on what was considered doable for your first-ever sex tape for Hyunjae.

There were definitely many ones that were a little too intense for your liking, especially on your first try, so you decided to choose the most tame amongst them before you began playing out the whole scenario in your head for a couple of days.

The moment you finally recorded yourself doing the act, it felt strange yet so good. You definitely discovered many things about yourself that you didn’t know even existed, especially in certain spots where you felt a lot more sensitive than others.

It took less than a minute for Hyunjae to reply to your message when you first sent your video to him. Instantly, a large sum of money was transferred into your bank account. Feeling satisfied with your little accomplishment, you decided to try it out a couple of times to get the feel of it.

Eventually, a month had passed, and you gradually increased the number of times you sent videos to him. What used to be a weekly habit was reduced to sending one every 3 days, and eventually every day from the start of this month.

Hyunjae made sure that he had an actual conversation with you as well—giving you feedback on how you could do this particular action better or even suggesting new ideas that you could potentially try out the next time. But what really intrigued you the most was his praises—and god, how much those words sounded so sweet to your ears.

Over time, both of you began talking a lot more than just about sex, and eventually got to know more about one another as well. Hyunjae would send you random photos of his daily life through text, and you did the same with yours. Eventually, you’ve come to realise that he’s actually a pretty goofy guy who loves random cute plushies that you would come across whenever you’re out with your friends.

There are times when he would whine and actually send you messages that definitely did not seem to have come from a grown adult like him, where he would send you multiple crying emojis and begging you to buy it for him instead.

This childish side of him was lovable, and you giggled whenever he acted in such a way, but it also turned you on when he would suddenly switch to being this cold, yet dominating side whenever you would send your little gifts to him.

As you came back from reality and finally mustered up the courage to hit send, it took him less than 10 seconds to send you back a reply. But this time, it was something that was a lot different from usual, and your eyes widen the moment you read through his messages a couple of times, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

🐻: shall we meet up in person real soon?

You immediately started panicking. Being his little sugar baby was one thing, but meeting him in person? God, how your fingers started trembling as you struggled to come up with a proper reply.

So many questions ran through your head: what exactly will he look like in person, to if he was genuinely as nice as he was online. Part of you wanted to meet him, yet another part of you was scared and reluctant, because if there was one thing your parents had taught you well, it wasn’t always safe out there.

But before you could even think of a response, Hyunjae immediately sent you the date and location and a rather unusual request.

🐻: i would love to see you dress up in pink with ribbons tied neatly through your hair.

🐻: see you then :)

As you read through that last message a couple of times, you finally threw your phone towards your desk before plunging yourself down onto your bed—burying your face and screaming into your pillow.

Oh god, what will I do now?

The dreaded date has arrived as you stood in front of the designated hotel sent by Hyunjae a week ago. You already knew that some passersby were giving you the looks, and you weren’t too fond of that idea. Ducking your head down the whole time as you tap your feet on the ground, you constantly prayed in your head, hoping that Hyunjae wasn’t just all talk and he really was on his way to you.

Just as 20 minutes passed, you suddenly heard loud footsteps approaching towards your right, and you looked up to see the very same man you had been waiting for. As your intuition was right, he was definitely a lot more attractive in person: his dark brown hair parted towards the side as he wore a black leather jacket paired with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

When he finally stopped right in front of you while catching his breath, he quickly shoved the flowers straight towards your face, bowing down a couple of times while he was at it to apologise profusely towards you.

“I-I’m so so sorry- the train got delayed and I had to go pick up the order I made for these flowers and-”

“Oh my god! Don’t be, I just got here not too long ago as well,” you reassured the male, but he was able to wipe off that little lie you had just made towards him.

“My dear, Y/N. You don’t have to lie to me, and I should be the one who’s all embarrassed for making a lady wait,” he grunts before running his hand through his hair. And god, did that simple action make him look hot as hell.

As he finally composed himself, he reached out his arm towards you, signalling for you to tag along as you both finally entered the booked hotel room. “Sorry for making you wait, my princess. Shall we finally go and have some fun?”

It was then you finally realised why on earth Hyunjae wanted you to dress up the way you did for tonight.

As you examined the room, you could see that Hyunjae had picked a themed room for both of your visits for the night. It was a dollhouse room: covered with dusty pink wallpaper with a few toys that would satisfy the occupants of this room.

You already knew that you both were going to go down with some kinky shit the moment he had you dress up in pink, but definitely not like this.

Hyunjae made sure to get you all comfortable before you could even think about sex: prepping you a hot cup of tea that was provided and letting you sit comfortably on the bed. As time quickly flew by and you two were comfortable enough, he slowly approached you before taking a seat right next to you. Gently, he snakes his hands onto your neck before pulling you in for a kiss.

The kiss was soft and sensual at the beginning: pleasuring you with soft yet hungry kisses and giving you time to adjust to his pace. His lips tasted like strawberries, and you knew that he probably went along with the pink theme that he had in his mind. As he had expected, you did not reject his touch and let yourself loose as you let him take full control of everything.

It all felt like a haze, and you were so mesmerised by his beauty and demeanour that you couldn’t pull yourself away from his grasp.

Slowly, he moves his hands down to give your breasts a gentle massage, before going down underneath your dress to rub your already wet underwear. Hyunjae smirked in between your kisses, and he quickened his pace as your pants finally turned into soft moans.

“I love how you’re so sensitive, Y/N,” he chimed, taking a few breaks between kisses to stare down at your now red, burning hot face as tears formed in your eyes.

Just before you could even climax, Hyunjae abruptly stops as he stands up to pull one of your pink ribbons away from your hair to tie both of your hands behind your back. You were flabbergasted by that sudden action, but he was too distracted to even hear you ask what was even going on in his head. Followed by that, he pulls away another ribbon from your hair and positions it in between your thighs—hurriedly yanking down your wet underwear and tossing them aside.

He then places the ribbon right underneath your wet, dripping clit and commands you to sit before he started pulling the ribbon back and forth. The friction from the fabric was now rubbing your clit, and god, did that stimulated you good.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, desperately wanting to cum at this point, and you knew from the look of his face he was trying his best to drag this out as long as possible—wanting to make you cry out to him more than you were right now.

“H-Hyunjae…p-please…” You mumbled, trying to get his attention and wanting him to cut the act and get straight to the point.

“Hmm? What’s that, princess? I won’t know unless you tell me what you want.”

“I-I want- Hngh-”

“Yes, tell me, babygirl. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“F-Faster…please…” You begged as your teardrop finally drips down from the corners of your eyes.

Hyunjae smiles, and it does not belong to the goofy guy who would beg you throughout your texts for you to buy him the latest jellycat doll that was available on the market.

No. This was your sugar daddy: the one who counted on you to make sex tapes for him once every couple of days for his own gratification.

“Now that’s my good girl,” he winks as he quickens his pace, rubbing it faster and harder, which makes you scream in agony. “I just love messing with my little princess.”

During the heat of the moment, he reconnects his lips with your bare skin—leaving a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to your collarbone before he started sucking on them to make sure that he was going to leave a bright, red mark where it would be extremely visible.

You, on the other hand, were suffering from the consequences of his actions. Tears continued pouring out as you finally felt a little knot form within your stomach, and it only took Hyunjae a few more attempts before the hot, warm liquid started flowing from your thighs down onto the bed. He simply smacked his lips before taking that very same wet ribbon and placing it right onto your lips, making you taste the aftermath of your own hard work.

“Tell me, how does it taste? Do you like it?”

“V-Very m-much…” You mumbled while biting the ribbon before he finally pulled it away from your lips. Though he wasn’t done, and this time he gently pushes you down before he positions himself behind you, and that’s when your eyes widen in fear.

An unzipping noise was heard, and you knew exactly what it was without having the need to turn around to look. And frankly, you couldn’t have done that since your hands were still tied behind you, and you could only mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

Just as you had expected, his tip has just lightly brushed through your dripping wet clit before your entire body squirmed for a second. Hyunjae had to lean forward and whisper into your ear to reassure you that he would be gentle and take good care of you. With one hand gently massaging his tip at your entrance, his other one came down to caress your cheeks as he reconnected his lips with yours.

Turns out he did kept his promise, and he waited until your body was no longer stiff with fear before he slowly pushed his member into you—causing you to yelp much louder than you did before.

“Shh…everything is okay, babygirl. Just trust me,” he cooed as he kissed your cheeks softly before pulling himself back up and resting both of his hands on your waist. It didn’t take long for him to slowly pick up his pace, and he moved one of his hands onto your hands as he began pulling them backwards—making your body move up slightly and giving him a lot more room and pressure to thrust within you.

“God- You’re - So- Tight- Y/N-” Hyunjae grunts as he applies a tad bit more pressure each second. It was then you felt like your walls were legitimately breaking apart, and god knows how much longer you can take his cock anymore.

Grunts and moans filled the entire room, and the bed shook vigorously, to the point you were starting to worry if it would even collapse with the amount of pressure he was exerting. The once soft and demure Hyunjae was gone, and he was now a beast.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-” Hyunjae grits his teeth before he finally filled you up completely—all of the extra liquids oozing out from your clit and they continued dripping down your thighs to the bed. You were a complete mess from that whole ordeal, and you finally heaved a sigh of relief when you finally came down from your high.

But you wished that you had held onto that thought for now.

Without even pulling out his member, he abruptly turns you around and snakes himself over your hands so that they were now wrapped around his neck as he lowered himself down to the point that you could feel his breath on yours.

If you thought what just happened a minute ago was bad enough, you were in for another ride as you’re practically locked under Hyunjae’s grasp. The male simply licks his lips before responding with a sly smirk on his face.

“My babydoll is such a good girl, and I believe she deserves another round.”

A/N: suddenly i've forgotten how to write smut so pls bear with me 😭

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