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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 14

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 20 minutes

Y/n: I already arrived!

San: Nice

San: By the way, sorry for the way Mingi showed up

San: He sometimes doesn't know how to read the room.

San: He doesn't know when he's interrupting others

Y/n: What did he interrupt tho?

She clearly knew what he meant. The environment in her car was too heavy not to know, and she was sure she'd have given in if Mingi hadn't reached her car to greet them. She liked his friends, but at that moment she was hating him with a passion.

It was funny messing with San, waiting for him to come up with an answer as he typed, and stopped, a few times before actually sending anything.

Y/n: Were you planning on doing anything?

San: Huh? No, of cuorse not.

San: Nevrmind

San: Have a good night!

He typed so fast, that he didn't even stop to double check whether there were any typos or not. He was so desperate to find an escape, that he didn't care about anything else.

Wooyoung huffed at the way San was hysterically shaking his leg at the corner of his eye, making his whole body squirm as he tried to hold back from calling him out for the constant move.

He was getting on his nerves.

—Can you stay still? You're making me want to rip that leg out of you —Mingi finally interrupted, huffing as he leaned to look straight at San.

—Gosh, you already met her father. You already went through the worst part. What's the big deal? —Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

The big deal was that it wasn't going to be a two against one like the last time, it'd be them two against absolutely everyone who attended the barbeque. One wrong word, one weird move, and they both would be done.

He couldn't disappoint Y/n that way.

—Just stay glued to Y/n if the problem is meeting new people —Mingi suggested, shrugging his shoulders—. I doubt she'll be annoyed with that.

—What if I'm left alone?

He didn't think about it when he agreed to show up at her father's house; that thought didn't cross his mind until Y/n mentioned it a few days back.

—Act like you're in a job interview —Wooyoung shrugged.

—But he's never been in a job interview —Mingi answered for him, confused at that advice.

—I know, I was going to explain myself before you interrupted —momentarily, he turned to Mingi, who instantly sat back in his seat, before he continued—. Keep a neutral face, don't talk. Just wait for the questions, and answer what they ask.

—You do that in job interviews? —Mingi interrupted again— Isn't that the opposite of what you should do? I've always been told you should speak and keep it as dynamic as possib...

—Who has a stable job, and who's an intern? —Wooyoung asked to get back at him, getting complete silence on his side— That's what I thought.

With that advice in his mind, San hopped in Y/n's car as soon as she sent a text to let him know she was there. On their way to her parents' house, his head was a bundle of different thoughts and tips, confused at how he should be behaving, except for the main information Y/n asked him to remember in case he was asked.

It'd be just that day. She only needed him to make as much as possible that afternoon, and then they'd break up.

He was definitely able to do that for her.

Y/n looked at him as she drove, hearing him answer back to all of her questions that were testing him. She was calm, it was only another day in her office personality, with all those same people she faked it for, but she was worried that it'd be a bit harder for San.

—I like your jacket —her comment worked to make some of that pressure vanish, making him raise his eyebrows surprised as he touched the zip of his black bomber—. Not the t-shirt though, I bet the whole outfit would look better without it.

It took her a second to realize what she said, suddenly stopping to press her lips together and try to correct herself. She wanted to say she hated that blue navy Patriots shirt with her whole soul, and it ended up sounding like she was hoping to see him shirtless. Although, after seeing him in that dressing room, she wouldn't really mind it.

His cheeks started burning after that comment, which he knew wasn't with that double intention he thought of almost instantly. It wasn't the idea of being shirtless in front of her, but that sweet and casual compliment coming from her.

—It's right, though? —he tried to know, looking down at himself.

Since it was a barbeque, he chose to keep it his style, mixing his style with that mature vibe she wanted from him. He wasn't quite sure the mix of jeans, team t-shirt and black bomber were a good mix.

—Hmm yeah —she quickly nodded—. What would you wear for a barbeque if it isn't that?

Just like him, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. They'd be completely twinning if it wasn't for the horrendous Patriots shirt she thought he was wearing. It almost seemed like they did it on purpose.

San just looked around after silence slowly invaded the small space of her car, appreciating how beautiful the brown leaves looked on the trees that surrounded the road. He loved that kind of chilly weather, it always helped him to zone out as he went back to visit his parents at the outskirts of Boston.

Y/n turn right, getting inside one thinner road that allowed him to see the big house after she drove for a few meters past the tall trees that kept it hidden. He wasn't expecting the cozy familiar house that his parents had, but he also wasn't expecting that big palace, with a Victorian style.

Her car surrounded the small garden right at the entrance, managing to park her car in front of the few steps that led to the entrance of the place.

—Hey —she called him, aware of the small details that gave out how panicked he suddenly was feeling—. Just be yourself, and say what we talked about —her hand found a spot right at his knee—. They won't mess with you as long as I'm there.

Her joke seemed tougher for him, as she gave him one last skin over his jeans, making his skirt jump so high that he thought it'd escape his throat at any time, feeling relieved when she moved it away.

Before they started their way to the house, Y/n stopped next to him, offering her hand to him, opening and closing her fingers so he'd understand what she wanted. It was a tiny smile, almost imperceptible, but his eyes slightly squinted with that small curve, encouraging her to move her hand to his and intertwine their fingers together.

—We can do this —she assured him.

—We can do this.

His hand felt so warm as it covered hers, that it gave her that little push she needed to start walking. Unlike what he first thought, Y/n surrounded the house, following the stone trail on the side that led to the backyard.

His stomach squeezed at the sound of several masculine and deep laughs from afar, and the smell of braised meat.

It was real. They were actually doing that.

Her hand squeezed his the same way he tried to give support to her, trying to let him know that she was there whatever he needed -and whatever bothered him-, before they turned the corner and met with the big group of people reunited around the table.

—Here they are! —her father mentioned, excitedly.

They only let go of each other's grip when she moved to greet her father and mother, giving them a warm hug before she went back to standing next to San. Her father looked more relaxed and approachable, and it probably was because he wasn't wearing that three piece suit. Instead, his outfit was similar to the one San was wearing, with the only exception being the jacket that Harry wasn't wearing. Her mother looked elegant, but not because of her clothes. Her aura. As she approached him after her father shook his hand, her mother gave him a welcoming hug.

—I'd love to say my daughter was the one I heard about you from, but it was actually my husband the one who talked non-stop about you.

—Mom —Y/n scolded her.

—Come here, I'll introduce you to everyone.

It was incredible what football could do in the way people behaved around each other. From being skeptical of her relationship, to totally being all over San after they found out they both supported the Patriots to death.

It was better for her though. That should make things easier.

San scanned the table, trying to get familiar with all of the faces that were there. They all seemed to have that fake nice facade on their faces as they greeted him, and Y/n knew what those poisoned tongues were planning to say as soon as they got the chance. Although there was a particular person that wasn't hiding his intentions.

Tim looked at San from head to toe, examining his clothes, his body language, his gestures, even the way his bangs covered his forehead in a careless style. He looked even more mediocre in person.

—So this is the secret boy, Y/n? —one of the ladies, sitting at the other side of the table with the rest of the wives, asked.

—He's here. And considering you all knew about it, I don't think calling him a secret is accurate.

Her father turned to her, giving her a soft scolding look before she faked a smile right after. Time to start the act.

Her arm suddenly linked to San's, gluing their bodies together as her head rested on his shoulder.

—How could I even think of hiding him?

San smiled at that sudden cute act, looking down at her. Her head slowly turned in the opposite direction, hiding her face from the people sitting on the table.

—Hold my hand or something —she asked him.

When she turned back to the initial position, San's hand moved hesitantly over her, brushing her hair away and tucking it behind her ear. His fingers felt soft and delicate on her skin.

—Well, you didn't have a problem hiding other boyfriends before —Tim attacked as soon as they both joined them on the table.

—I wasn't serious about them, I think that's quite simple to understand —she answered.

Before the conversation could scalate, her father interrupted to let everyone know that some of the meat was ready for them to eat. San got up with the two plates, letting her get engaged in the conversation they were having across the table about the last product they were planning to launch. Although her father's attention was on the young man, and the way he asked for a knife to take the muscle fiber away from one of the filets. At first, he thought he just had that same hangup as his daughter had, only to realize he was cutting them for her daughter, handing her the plate of the cut meat before he sat next to her again.

—I think it'd be quite interesting to know how you two met —Lina, one of the supplier's wife suggested as they kept eating.

—I love those stories —Mark, her husband, seconded.

—We met through a blind date that a common friend organized —Y/n answered—. The moment I saw him, I knew it —her hand reached to his under the table, moving her arm exaggeratedly so everyone would guess—. We went to that restaurant on the bay, right? It was really romantic. He showed up with a big bucket of flowers... I'm not a big fan of those things, but I could tell he was genuine about it.

—How long have you been dating? —Miranda asked.

—A month —Y/n turned to her—. We hit it off since we met, and we haven't been able to move away from each other ever since.

—That's so sweet —Miranda fawned—. Are you also working in this industry?

—N... no —San finally answered—. I'm an engineer. Since I was younger I was always drawn to that —he laughed nervously—. I spent most of the time on the computer, so why not use it to earn money?

Y/n squeezed his hand tighter, trying to let him know that he was doing fine.

—That sounds like a tough job though —Tim scoffed—. I doubt it's way more than just sitting in front of a computer. Harry told me you've worked in Vancouver for a year, and I've always been curious about what engineers do. Can you tell us a bit of your daily work there?

—I don't think it's necessary to talk about work now —Y/n tried to get in between.

—And I don't think you're San, let the boy speak if he wants —Tim clapped back.

Right what they thought they wouldn't be asked about, came up on the conversation and on the hand of the man Y/n tried to warn him about. His brain was working hard to get through the sudden block he was going through out of nervousness.

—I worked as a web developer with .Net Core and Webix framework at two projects at the same time, I created a solution for multi-class text classification problem using SVM and Random Forest, Implemented Speech to text, optical character recognition, and face detection on the app of the company, used NLP for recommendation system, implemented full-text search with Apache Lucene... —he gave a quick stop— It's alright if you don't understand half of what I'm saying, and I hope you understand I can't explain any easily what they all are. I think you'll understand I can't give much more details because it's all confidential.

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, getting lost in what he was saying after the second sentence, surprised by how convincing and serious he looked about it. Too surprised by his speech to even notice the way her father proudly smiled.

—Y/n is right —he turned to her—. It isn't time to talk about work now —after smiling at her, he turned to her father—. Sir, the meat was great, so delicious and tender.

He was in such a hectic and motivated mode, that he thought he'd explode.

After the lunch had gone by and they were finally alone at the other side of the yard, with the excuse that they wanted to be alone, Y/n finally took the chance to congratulate him for the good work he did during lunch, hitting his upper arm.

—I didn't understand a single thing you said, but it was amazing —she excitedly mentioned—. Did you see Tim's face? —she cackled— God, where did all that come from?

He didn't know himself.

He just didn't like the way he was feeling judged, and the way Y/n was almost being judged as a consequence. He was aware of that man's intentions with his question, and couldn't come up with any other way of shutting him up that wasn't that.

—I just used some things I've heard in class —he shyly answered.

—It was great —she answered back, trying to recognize his merit—. I didn't think they'd be so low to dig into your job like that, but you saved it so well, and you came up with something so fast... You left the standard so high.

More than proud of himself, he was smiling at how excited and fulfilled Y/n looked as she bounced on the spot. While, from afar, the same men that tried to interrogate him about his job were looking at them.

—I still think there's something off about him —Tim clicked his tongue—. They don't look like a couple that are crazy in love and haven't been moving away from each other for a month.

—Don't tell me you're still butthurt over Y/n dumping your son —Josh mocked him.

—What do you want them to do? Make out in front of me? —Harry joined them— I really think he's a good guy, and I'm really happy about my daughter settling down with someone like him.

His daughter seemed happy, San seemed to take good care of her... why would anyone, especially his own father, think ill of their relationship?

After watching the match at her parents' living room, basically pushed to be sitting apart when her father hooked his arm around his shoulders so he'd sit next to him, Y/n got ready to drive him home.

It had been a long day, and it was about time to get all that to an end.

They both were in silence all the way back to his place, with Y/n too deep in her thoughts. She didn't want to drop him off, she wanted to spend more time with him despite spending almost all day together. But she was unsure of whether he also wanted to be around her more than needed.

—You were great today —she commented, quickly shifting her eyes to him before moving them back to the road.

—Was I? —he sighed— I don't really know. But it does seem like everyone ate it up, right?

—Yeah. Linda was so into our date. I don't know what more details she wanted me to tell her. Maybe what color my panties were, or I don't know —she rolled her eyes—. But it turned out better than I expected.

San nodded with a smile, allowing silence to slowly kick back inside her car.

—Hmm, do you have something to do? —her question took him by surprise— I mean, it isn't that late. And since it turned out well, I thought we could celebrate we won't have to do this again.

But would it genuinely be a celebration?

—Yeah, sure —he nodded—. Why not?

It took her less than a minute to come up with somewhere where they'd be comfortable and calm. She had been there before a few times, with one of the several failed dates. She loved the place, to the point where it made up for the awful company she chose to have.

Except for that day.

The other times, there weren't that many people. And maybe it was because it was during weekdays. She should've guessed that showing up there on a weekend, right after a football match, wasn't the best choice. But they both still went inside, walking among the crowd until they found a free small tall table.

San went for the drinks and some chips before she could even think of standing up from the stool, thanking him after the hard time she had to manage to sit up there. Despite being noisy and crowded, it all turned calm and silent around them when he came back with the two bottles and the small plate, joining her back at their table.

—So, any feedback about today? —Y/n asked first.

—It was nice —he simply answered—. Everyone was quite... normal —he shrugged—. Except for that bald man that kept interrogating us.

—Ah, Tim —she nodded—. He's always been an asshole, don't worry. I bet he's still bitter after his son broke up with me, and I didn't want to take him back when he regretted it —she rolled her eyes.

—You were dating his son? —His eyebrows raised in amusement.

—For three years —she answered, eating one of the chips—. He is an unfaithful asshole addicted to crack, and Tim just tries to hide it by burying the others' achievements. That's why he picked it up against us two. I guess he was still hopeful that I'd take his son back one day. And I guess my father was also expecting that, at some point.

—That's why you did this whole thing?

—Well, it's a bit complicated —she tried to explain—. Tom is an asshole, but his family has stability and power. And I guess that my father wants to be sure I have that stability and power for the moment he retires —her lips grimaced—. In part, he does it because his partners will give him a hard time in regards to what I choose to do before he passes the torch to me, and I also think it's just a basic worry of a normal parent. But my dad seemed to miss the point that power and stability aren't just money and a name —she shrugged, moving her eyes up to him.

—If it makes you feel better, I think you'll be a great director one day —he assured her.

—Uh-hum, that's right —she agreed, smiling at his comment—. What about you?

San frowned at her question, not understanding where she was coming from with it.

—I opened up about why I do this, now you need to open up, too.

—Well, I lied and told my friends you were my girlfriend.

—I know that —she interrupted him—. But there has to be something deeper than that.

—None of my friends know about Soundleasure —he admitted—. I was sure they'd have searched up for you online or something, and I guess I was scared you'd tell them how we met.

—Tss, do I look like I'd tell strangers that I used to pay to listen to dirty audios?—she clicked her tongue— I rather keep that perverted side hidden as well —she softly added—. Do you enjoy doing those videos?

—I guess? —he shrugged— It's good to know I can do and say anything behind that name, because no one will judge me or look at me differently. It's like a shield. I manage to dig in on what I like or not, I do things that I wouldn't dare to do in my regular life, and behave in ways that would never cross my mind.

—But you're Soundleasure —she puckered her lips—. You're stopping yourself from doing that. I mean, it's not that your alter ego is a serial killer or a psycho. He's just more confident and eager to do things. You clearly find yourself comfortable in that position, but at the same time you stop yourself because you're scared of that change —her head tilted to the side—. You need to stop yourself from avoiding risks. You think too much about what others might think.

Before he could even answer, an elbow hit the back of his head, making it bang forward before he rubbed his hand against the spot that was hit.

Y/n had seen that group of men being overly loud and annoying, getting way too close to their table without being aware of it, because they were the type to think they owned the place and the people next to them only had to deal with it.

—Hey! I know it's weird for a gorilla like you to be around people, but you need to watch out —Y/n called him out.

—Excuse me? —the man was shocked at her comment, turning to their table again after hearing her voice over the chants.

—You heard me —she snapped back, annoyed—. You hit him, apologize.

—Doesn't he have a mouth to speak? —he turned to San— Does your girlfriend have to speak for you? —the man tilted his head— Why don't you just do what you're supposed to? Sit back on your seat, and keep your pretty mouth shut —he looked back at Y/n.

Something didn't sit right with him with the way that man was speaking to her. He could deal with someone being rude to him, and disrespecting him. But his blood boiled when he dared to look down at Y/n as if she was worth nothing.

—And why don't you take that big fat ass out of this place and do all of us a favor? —San suddenly spoke.

—Big fat ass?

—Yeah. You and your big foot complex are ruining the fun for all of us here. So get the fuck out —and suddenly, he was aware of who he was speaking to, and where—, please.

—The little princess knows how to speak —the man mocked him—. Let's see how you speak without teeth.

But before that man could approach him any closer, San's leg moved faster, hitting the heel of his white sneakers against the chin of the tall man before he could even take a step in his direction. Y/n was so impressed by the sudden move that she didn't realize the moment San rushed towards her, gripping her wrist and dragging her out of the bar as soon as all that confidence disappeared and he was aware that it was an eight against one kind of situation.

Y/n didn't doubt, she didn't stop to think anything, she just ran behind him, while he pulled her tight while those men chased them down the street.

—Where the hell did you learn to do that? —she suddenly asked.

—I did taekwondo when I was younger, I didn't even remember I could do that.

The smile on her face quickly dropped when she looked back and was aware of the men getting closer to them, momentarily losing them as San turned left at one of the streets, before he pulled her body abruptly to one of the nearest dark alleys.

Their breaths were shaky as they both hid in the darkness, with his body completely covering hers while the wall worked as a support for her back. It was all so rushed, it all happened so fast, that neither of them seemed to realize how close they were until the eight men ran past the same alley they were hiding at.

It was only then that he looked down at her to make sure she was okay.

Her parted lips were the most dangerous invitation, and their warm breaths mixing in the small space between them worked like the tightest pull between them. Once their eyes were linked among the heavy air, it was over for the two of them.

—You told me to take some risks —he whispered—. Let me take another risk tonight.

His lips felt soft against hers, even more than she imagined after seeing his pictures. They were definitely better than she could've imagined.

His pull was addictive, dangerous... to the point that it had her hooking her fingers around his neck, as she stood on her tiptoes, to make the kiss deeper. It went from a soft peck to a lip sucking experience that had her head running in circles due to the intensity. His mouth was clumsy, barely managing to keep up with how she was moving, despite him pinning her against the wall to glue their bodies even closer together.

He was inexperienced, the kiss was messy, but it was the most electrifying kiss she had ever had. They didn't even need to dig their tongues on the other's mouth to have her toes curling and her mouth gasping for air due to the intensity of her heartbeat.

It was the best kiss she had ever had in such a long time.

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armpirate · 26 days

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 12

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

San looked so determined when he said he'd find a nice place to eat, just to end up regretting it five minutes later when they arrived at the restaurant area and he found himself struggling to find the place that could adapt to her the most. It wasn't like there were a lot of restaurants, which probably made it even harder for him to pick the right one.

—Um —he thought out loud—. There isn't much to choose from.

—It's alright. Let's just go wherever you want —she shrugged.

Seeing his eyes moving to the four open restaurants was a quite new experience for her. She was convinced he probably would've found the best place to eat in less than a second if he had been by himself, but his hesitation was more connected to the way he wanted to have her also enjoying her food.

—What are you craving? —San turned to her.

—Hmm... That Mexican restaurant looks pretty good.

—Let's go, then.

Her thoughts started to sound weird when she internally started praising San for such a small gesture as to having consideration for what she wanted, and she realized the type of men she had been seeing ever since she broke up with her ex boyfriend to be thinking that his attitude was one of a kind and deserving of the amount of praise she was throwing his way.

After they reached their table, she could almost touch his nervousness in front of her. It was like one thick brick around him, and that also limited a lot of his actions and words.

—You know you can relax, right? —she joked, looking at him over the menu.

—I'm relaxed —he sighed.

—No, you're not —her eyes slowly went back to the plastified paper in front of her—. You don't need to impress me, so you can calm down.

His body stopped to slightly bounce with the constant movements of his legs, fixing his eyes on her and completely ignoring the menu he was holding.

—You're not being tested, and I'm not here to judge you, just feel free to behave however you want —she shrugged, leaving the menu back on the table—. Just treat me as a friend. Would that make you more comfortable?

—I think so —he slowly nodded.

—You need to take it easy. Relax —the way she moved her hands made it seem as if she was taking something invisible off her shoulders—. I have enough with having people look like their balls are being stepped on when I'm walking by at work.

—Yikes, that sounds... —he grimaced just at the mere thought of it— hurtful.

—Uh-hum. I'm a heel on a ball.

Her humor was so random, and weird, that it instantly made him feel better at his own self. She wasn't scared of being open with that side of her, she was already doing more than asked to make it as easy for him, it was just fair he tried to do the same thing.

—I don't think you're a heel on a ball, more like a kick.

Maybe he tried a little too much.

Y/n stopped, lifting her eyes back to him, only to blurt out a chuckle at his comment and how nervous he looked after.

—I mean it because it's less painful, not because I think you're like a kick on the balls. Although, it's not like I know what it's like to be stepped on...

—You're doing it again —her eyebrows raised with her warning.

—Sorry.

Her gaze intensified with his apology, warning him without saying a word.

—So, I guess life at work didn't change? —he brought up, trying to reconnect the light-hearted conversation with something they could actually talk about.

—Well, it got slightly worse —her head quickly tilted, squirming just at the thought of the environment in her office—. There was a ramp down recently, and teams had to choose two people to fire them. Except mine, because I chose to earn less, so part of my salary would go to those two people, only for them to look at me as if I were the devil —she commented on the side.

—For what? You took a decision no one else would've taken.

—They don't know I did that, so they just think I kept my whole team because I'm the boss' daughter —she finally added—. It's alright though. I didn't do it for people to praise me for it.

—Honestly... After seeing my father getting kicked out of his position for a similar situation, your choice should be recognized —he softly said—. Not a lot of people would choose sympathy over greediness. It just shows off the kind of person that you are.

San seemed so genuine while he said those words, that Y/n couldn't help but smile, feeling full and proud of herself after receiving that praise from someone else that wasn't her own self while looking in the mirror.

It felt so different.

—What about you? How's your master going?

—It's going well —he puckered his lips, trying to think of something to be able to fill up the conversation naturally the same way she did—. Yeah... I bet you already know what it is like.

—Well, it's not really the same —she giggled—. Is that teacher still being an asshole to you?

—He seems to have a radar —he finally let out—. And if someone didn't send me texts only when I'm with him...

—Are you blaming me? —she pointed at herself, faking offense— If you need to answer one of my texts that fast, even during that class, it's because you want to talk to me really bad —and that was a checkmate—. Am I wrong?

His lips started moving nervously, stuttering the words before he was able to say them. Of course he wanted to talk to her, of course he was willing to take any chance to keep talking to her, but wasn't it too much to admit it just like that?

—May I take your order?

Saved by the bell.

While San rushed to shift his attention from her to the waiter, Y/n smiled at him, shaking her head lightly.

There was something so funny about making him so nervous.

—You're so different —she thought out loud, after the waiter left with their command.

—What?

—I wouldn't have expected you to be like this when we first talked —Y/n continued.

—Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

—Good —she quickly nodded—. I like this version much better than the Soundleasure one —she admitted.

—You do?

—It's different —her lips puckered while she approved what she had just said—. The person on those videos seems like a whole different you, you're more approachable than you might seem.

—I guess it's what you can call a character? —he doubted— Soundleasure doesn't have any limits or real problems, no struggles, no insecurities —he smiled down—. He just has to be there and put on a sexy voice. And I'm just... me.

—Hey! It's so hard to be just you —she joked.

While he smiled and looked at her, San wondered if it'd have been like that between them even if he hadn't stopped talking to her all of a sudden.

—I'm sorry —she looked confused at those two words—. I shouldn't have ghosted you. I guess I was intimidated and scared of what you'd think of me, and ran away instead of giving you an explanation.

—Hmm... Did I look that out of reach? —her eyebrow raised— It's alright —her tone turned softer with those words—. Just... next time... try talking it out before running away —she asked—. Honestly, I was kinda intimidated, too.

—You? No shit.

—Yes shit —she nodded—. I guess it's normal. You connect with someone online, hit it off, and then you wonder if it'd have been the same if you had met in person. Or if the chemistry is real and not just a projection of what you want on those texts and calls. I guess that's why I wanted us to meet.

—I guess we could try to still be in contact after all of this ends.

—I guess so —she agreed.

The rest of the lunch went by in such a comfortable and carefree environment, that San felt free to let go of the pressure a bit more with each passing minute. Talking with Y/n was easy. It didn't matter if it was through a screen or face to face, he just loved how he could be himself with her without worrying about anything else.

At least until the time to pay the bill arrived.

She looked nervous, and uneasy, looking one way and the other, moving on her seat nervously while they waited to pay for the food.

At first he thought it could possibly be because she didn't want him to pay, or because she felt bad about the price of the food they ate, but she was still in that uneasy state even after they left the restaurant.

Her hand quickly hooked on his wrist, dragging him out of the restaurant area to take him back to the shops.

—Where are we going?

—We can't be here —she whispered.

—Why not? You're acting as if I hadn't paid for the food —he looked confused.

Y/n was about to answer what he asked, but her words got stuck in her throat when she saw her father walking to the place where they were at, forcing her to quickly push San towards the bathroom corridor and hide as they stayed glued to the wall.

—What's going on?

—My father's here.

—What?

The way he asked with a high-pitched tone, making most of the people coming or getting out of the restrooms made her grimace, placing her index over her lips to ask him to stay quiet.

—My assistant told him I left early, and he called me. I thought that by saying I was with you, he'd decide to leave me alone. But he thought now was the best time to meet you, and now we're hiding from him because I need you to change your clothes before you meet him.

She stepped back, aware of his confused look mixed with the glimpses of scare.

—Sorry.

Her hand dragged his hood over his head, hiding his face before she pushed him towards the male restrooms.

—Y/n?

She stood straight at the thick voice of her father, finally aware of the way he was looking at her when he noticed where she was.

—The female's bathroom is on the other side.

—I know —she quickly nodded—. It's just that San needed to go to the restroom.

—And you were planning on going with him —his thick eyebrow raised.

—No, of course not.

—Why don't we wait for him in the cafe?

—Hmm, you go. I'll stay here —she tried to encourage him.

—Your boyfriend won't escape —his fingers gently hooked around her elbow—. Let's go.

That was exactly what she was afraid of, that San would sneakily escape, impulsed by the pressure.

After they took a seat in one of the cafes, back in the restaurant area, she made sure to let San know where they were, so he'd be able to find them once he got out of the restroom. And her father just waited for her to leave the phone aside to engage in a conversation with her, which was always related to the same thing: the company. It varied from what happened throughout the day, future projects, or gossip in the office, but it was always centered in that office she spent most of her day at.

It wasn't like she cared much about it in any way. What were they supposed to talk about? They both worked in the same place, they both saw each other every single day. There wasn't much to talk about other than that.

Her part of the conversation got interrupted suddenly, with the words slowly losing their power as soon as she looked up at the door of the establishment.

San's figure looked even better from afar with that outfit. She was surprised by how marked his waist was, with the black shirt tucked in inside his pants and secured with the black leather belt that fitted it all. But more importantly, she was surprised to see him walking over there with determination, taking his time before he stopped behind her father.

—Babe —Y/n excitedly called him.

Her father quickly turned to the man behind him as Y/n got up from her place to wrap her arm around his, gluing their bodies together.

—You wanted to meet him, and he's here —she cheered relieved—. This is San, my boyfriend. And this is my father —Y/n pointed at the old man, who didn't even make the attempt to get up from his seat—: Harry...

—Mister Y/s for you, though —he interrupted Y/n, quickly making clear how San should refer to him.

—Of course —San nodded— Nice to meet you, sir.

—Come on —she whispered, patting his upper arm to get him to take the seat next to hers.

Although he tried to adopt that mature and confident aura Y/n had hinted at while they were shopping, his real self was slowly coming through as the environment got thicker under the exigent look that was coming from the man's dark eyes.

—So, you're the famous San —he thought out loud, scanning the young man in front of him—. My daughter kept you from me like a secret. It's almost like you came out of nowhere

—Really? —he nervously laughed— It does look like it, doesn't it? —he mumbled.

—It's not that —she quickly added—. You know how private I've always been. That's why it seems like it came out of nowhere —she smiled.

—So... —her father tried to redirect the conversation somewhere else— Y/n told me you specialized in computer engineering.

—Yeah, I'm finishing the masters this year.

—But my daughter told me you were already working as such.

Y/n's face quickly distorted, pressing her lips tight and furrowing her eyebrows when she assumed they were already caught on their lies.

It lasted more than she'd have expected.

—I did, of course —San tried to get some control back—. I graduated, then started working, and then thought it'd be better to perfectionate my career. So I started a Master's program, right? —he tried to look at Y/n for support— But it's getting tough, so I left the company I was working at just last week. That's why Y/n didn't know.

—So you don't tell my daughter everything?

—Hmm...

—He told me, but I forgot —Y/n seconded, trying to save him—. Silly boy, don't you remember you told me the other night?

—Ah, ye... yeah. That's right! —he was desperately trying to keep up with the conversation—. I've been so busy and stressed lately that my head is a mess.

—Yet you still have time to see my daughter —his dark eyes moved between Y/n and San, unaware of how each of their features broke as each second went by—. That's really important. My girl deserves to be dedicated twenty five hours out of twenty four.

San could feel the weight on his shoulder slowly being lifted as he saw her father smiling widely, happy with the improvised answer he had just come up with.

—She's just as busy, actually. Always closed in that damned office. So it's good to see she's met someone that would understand her lifestyle, but would also push her out of it.

Y/n's smile turned more genuine and relaxed with every new word her father let out, praising San for his attitude towards her.

—So how did you two meet?

—A dat... hmm! —he held back the painful moan that was about to come out when her fingers pinched his side, right on his ribs.

—A blind date —she nodded—. We have a friend in common, so yeah. We kinda kicked off like that.

—Yeah, it was love at first sight —San tried to add.

—Was it? My daughter has always been quite adamant to that idea —his chuckle almost made San panic again.

—It was different with him —she tried to save face—. You know what you've always said about feeling butterflies in your stomach and light music playing in the background when you met mom? It was something similar.

—Huh —her father's smile went wide again—. So, tell me about you, San.

—About me? I don't have much to tell about myself.

And while it seemed like he did have things to tell about himself, the conversation quickly shifted from what was he aspiring to do in his future to the last match of the Patriots. Something that was supposed to be a meeting to give his approval to her new boyfriend, turned into a Patriots fan meeting to discuss several many things she didn't care about.

—Finally someone with good taste —her father cheered—. My daughter always goes for the New York Giants.

—Really? —San seemed so natural in his reaction, that she wondered at what moment he broke character, comfortable enough to be himself— How can you not support the Patriots?

Something she couldn't argue about: football. Her eyes instantly threw daggers at him when he even attempted to start the teasing.

—They're a good choice, too —San tried to get her glare to soften at him.

—I have an idea —her father quickly.

—No, you don't —Y/n tried to stop him, almost as if she were reading his mind.

—I'll host a barbecue this weekend with some friends, why don't you come?

—I'd love to —San rushed to answer, leaving Y/n with her lips parted as she unsuccessfully tried to come up with an excuse.

—Fine, then I'll be waiting for you two —he shifted his gaze to Y/n—. I'll prepare your favorite dessert.

She knew what it meant: she wasn't allowed to make up any excuses not to go.

Shortly after, her father left with an urgent phone call that was going to draw him back to the office, not before reminding San that he'd be waiting for him.

—He liked me, right? —San said excitedly.

Without answering, Y/n hit his upper arm, taking him by surprise.

—What?

—You were supposed to meet him today, and not see him again —she whined—. Why did you say that you'd go?

—I thought it'd have looked bad if I had said I wouldn't —he tried to defend himself.

Y/n huffed, knowing he was right, but also frustrated because she kept thinking declining it would've been the best idea.

—We could tell him something came up?

—That wouldn't work out —she pouted, puckering her lips before she turned to him again—. Why did you have to start talking about football?

—I wanted to sell off that confident facade. And I only thought I'd be able to pull it out that way —he tried to justify himself.

Now they were in deeper trouble. Y/n knew how important those barbecues were, and how it meant more than just watching an innocent football match on the big TV of her parents' house. It also meant building bridges of trust and intimacy with some of the partners her father always worked with.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 13

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes

The space in that big elevator seemed to decrease with every minute he spent there, and Y/n turning to him every few seconds wasn't of help at all. It just made him wish he had somewhere else to look so it wasn't so evident that his eyes wanted to be on her.

When Y/n first suggested going to her place the next day, he didn't think he was going to put himself in such a delicate situation where he'd have to fight his own instincts of looking even more nervous.

As she drove through Downtown Boston, San could only guess which one of all the high-rise buildings was the one she lived in. It only made sense for him to be that way. She was a woman that could afford spending four hundred dollars in just an outfit, and the same one who was driving the newest Audi model in the market. But, for some reason, he was still surprised when she opened the big door to her apartment and he was able to see her wide living room, only being topped by the views of Boston she had through her big glassware.

It didn't matter what he imagined as he got there, reality topped it.

—You live here? —when he turned to her, his eyes were wide open— By yourself?

—Umm yeah, for now, yeah. I'm living here by myself —she giggled, walking down the two steps that led to the open living room, leaving her jacket over the backrest of the white leather couch.

—I bet I wouldn't even hear Mingi and Wooyoung arguing if they were on the other side of the room —he mentioned excitedly.

—And you'd end up missing them if you went just a day without hearing them —she answered back, turning to him.

As he followed her steps, walking in her direction, he was aware of the crystal stairs that went up from the side of the living room, finally aware that there was more than what he was seeing.

—There's another floor?

—Do you want to see?

San wasn't aware of how quickly he nodded, until she saw her giggling cutely at his response, correcting himself and gasping to give an answer with a thick voice. What would Y/n think of him if he acted like a little kid over something so simple?

—There isn't much to see —she mentioned, walking upstairs—. It's just a small office that isn't really an office —she pointed to the desk, topped by two shelves filled with books—, my room and the bathroom.

She said it as if they were the most random places, but San was already calculating the upper floor was almost as big as the place he shared with his two friends.

—It really isn't that big of a deal.

Her words didn't go along with what he was seeing. The area upstairs looked even better than the one downstairs. And by the way she had a few more things over the bed and the small desk a few meters from the stairs, he could tell that she spent most of her time up there.

—Ah, that —she chuckled when his eyes fell on the few clothes thrown all over her bed—. I tend to take a long while to choose what to wear.

And that day was particularly difficult, for some reason.

She struggled knowing what to wear to the office, but it was always more towards the idea of looking professional -or more like a boss people in her office would respect. But that day she spent almost one hour putting and taking off clothes, just to end up wearing a pair of simple tight jeans and a salmon blouse.

—Oh, I take a long time to dress, too —he lied.

And that was how she ended up wearing the same pair of jeans he always wore, with one of his sweaters, which sewings were already giving up.

He sighed, looking up at her after scanning himself.

—I can tell —she nodded, moving her fingers on his forearm over the wasted fabric of his blue sweater—. Blue fits you well —she commented in a casual tone.

His whole body reacted to one touch; anyone else wouldn't have been able to feel through his clothes, but they all suddenly turned as thin as gauze as soon as she touched him.

—Are you okay? —she asked first, aware of how that slight tan was slowly leaving his face.

—Huh? Hmm, yeah —he nodded.

He felt disappointed when her fingers left his body, but he also felt relieved when she stepped back and gave him some space.

—I'm okay, why would I be feeling bad? —he started speaking a bit faster— You're being nice, there's no reason why I would complain.

—San —she stopped him before he ended up in a cycle that'd take him a while to get out from—, breathe. It was just a yes or no question.

He was being ridiculous, yet she was being so calm and smiley that he wondered if she was doing it not to make him feel even worse by the way he was behaving.

—Right —he nodded.

—I thought I told you to treat me like a friend —her words were scolding him, but her tone sounded funny.

As she shook her head, she kicked her heels away, throwing them somewhere next to her bed, but being too eager to have her attention back on him to care about where they fell.

The few seconds she stepped away from him, and moved her eyes away, it was the time he was able to look around her penthouse, although his attention slowly shifted to how the sunset was making the windows of the skyscraper in front of hers turn completely orange.

—It's beautiful, isn't it? —she mentioned, walking over to him— I really like this time of the day.

—You like sunsets? —his eyes followed her as she approached the railing.

She smiled to herself as she nodded.

—More than sunrises?

—I don't really get to enjoy sunrises. On weekdays, I'm already in my car on my way to work when it happens, and on my weekends I sleep through it. I guess that could be why.

Her smile, despite looking the same at first glance, looked different at the same time. But he kept himself from asking, he had no right to make her feel uncomfortable with any question related to that.

—I really like your house.

He could notice the way her mood changed at the slight change of topic, moving his head to look around as soon as he realized she was going to turn to him.

—Do you want something to eat or drink?

—It's not necessary —San shook his head.

—Don't be dumb —she answered after sighing—. What do you want?

—You don't have to —San insisted.

—You should learn to stop saying "no", and just let things happen —she scolded him with a disappointed tone—. Let's go.

Her fingers hooked around his wrist, pulling from his body downstairs again, while he just walked wherever she wanted him to be at.

The kitchen was a mix of metallic and black colors, it was wide and clean. He'd almost think she had never cooked there. By the way it all was shiny, he bet he could almost see his reflex on the marble of the counter.

—Wooyoung would love this —he assured,

—Does he like cooking?

—He pretends he doesn't —San muttered—. But he always ends up making dinner, and always keeps Mingi and me from stepping inside his kitchen. Well, he's started letting Mingi help him sometimes, I'm still banned.

—What did you do to be banned? It's not like you set the kitchen on fire —she chuckled, until she became aware of his tell-tale expression—. You did?

—No —he quickly shook his head—. Because Wooyoung came before it could happen —he continued—. How would I guess that chicken would be covered in flames because I poured beer on it.

—How... Did you use a lighter for it? —her eyebrows raised in amusement, holding back her laughter.

—They're always messing with me, saying I don't know how to cook, so I looked for the most amazing recipe on Youtube. I still don't understand —he clicked his tongue—, it didn't happen to the cooker.

—Maybe because he's a professional who has prepared that same recipe millions of times —she giggled while approaching him.

His heart skipped a beat when her fingers squeezed his chin cutely. Such a casual touch that it made him wonder if she was that touchy-feely with everyone, and if he was overreacting by wanting to feel her fingers on him again. Unlike him, she just walked past him to reach the double door fridge.

—What do you want? —she asked first, looking at him for the first time.

And San could only pray she wasn't aware of the way his cheeks were burning, as he tried to get his body to behave normally back again.

—Oh.

His attention shifted from himself to the fridge. She was looking at the cans of coke and the bottle of water on one of the shelves, while the rest were filled with vegetables and four boxes that didn't look like any type of food, but that he didn't care about much because his eyes were in a hurry to meet Y/n's again.

—Sorry... I don’t tend to have people over.

—It's alright. I could have just a coke —he tried to calm her down—. I'm not really hungry.

After she insisted on meeting up a bit later than the other time so he'd have time to have lunch, he managed to eat something through his nervousness.

—Are you sure? I could order something.

—What? No —he shook his head—. Besides, I already ate back at home.

Why did her eyes look so big when he looked down at her? And why did he step so close to her? Y/n could even smell the wooden scent of his cologne by just breathing in some air.

—I'll have a coke, then.

San moved first, reaching the can to take it out and practically escape from that slim and small place that her kitchen had become. And there he was on the couch, regretting almost immediately. Anyone else would've taken the chance to kiss her, to go forward. But he was an expert on missing chances, and that night with Y/n wasn't going to be an exemption.

His eyes followed her when she joined him in the living room, sitting a few centimeters away from him, sure that she was giving him the space she thought he needed.

—Why did you call me?

—Hmm?

He opened his can so effortlessly with just one hand that she was left thoughtless for a few seconds, only being able to think of how those hands would feel around any part of her body.

—Why did you want us to meet?

—The barbeque —she quickly answered, trying to draw herself back to reality.

But was it something she couldn't discuss by chat?

—Yesterday we didn't get caught because we were lucky, but I think we need to prepare better for the weekend. I know an asshole will try to annoy you with his questions, and I think it'd be important if neither of us doubt while answering.

—So...

—So we need to be on the same page. If at some point you're alone with my father, you should be able to give the same answer I give —she started to explain.

—Will I be alone with your father? —he panicked just with the thought.

—I'll try not to, but it could happen —she sighed—. We need to settle and memorize who you are exactly.

—Shall we make up a whole new person?

—You think so? —her head tilted to the side—. I think it's okay for you to be just you, with slight changes —she started to explain.

They both worked on those new details from his life, although San spent most of the time hearing Y/n and her guidance, as he tried to memorize each one of those details so he wouldn't mess up when he was asked about it. It was basically learning things about a whole new person, even if he was planning to keep most of the basic things as true as possible. He didn't mind, it wasn't like he was going to do it more than just that weekend. And he was willing to adapt to the type of lie she wanted him to be.

—So, San —she called him with a sudden snob and thick voice—, I hear you're an engineer and you're back at studying, I guess you needed to to thicken your resume.

—I actually worked in Inno Corp, sir —San tried to repeat what he memorized, sitting straight as he spoke—. But I realized I wanted something better, so I started studying for a Master's Program.

—Inno Corp... I never heard of it.

Y/n stopped, feeling her throat dry after forcing that heavy tone in her voice. She gulped on her coke as she kept looking at San, analyzing his body language as he answered.

—It's a small company in Vancouver. They work with several confidential tasks, so that's why you probably haven't heard of it.

—I bet that asshole won't be able to answer back to that —her legs shook excitedly against the floor.

Which was something she hoped for, because that company didn’t even really exist in the first place.

—Shouldn't we also talk about my family? Or the uni I went to?

—Why? I just want them to see you're a hard worker, able to do things by himself —she pointed out—. I don't want you to lie to that extent, it's unnecessary.

—What if they ask how I'm affording to live now without working?

—Do you think they'll ask that to an engineer who has been working for a year in a technological company in Canada? —her eyebrow raised— Most of those dudes won't go further than asking about our relationship, which started...

—With a blind date through a mutual friend. And it was instant love.

—They’ll probably be so threatened by you, that they won't make you speak about your work more than basic things they can understand, so they can avoid looking as dumb as they are —she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

—But we could lie about my background, I don't mind.

—But I do —she interrupted—. I don't want to give the image that I can do things only because of the man that's standing next to me. If you come from a rich family , they'll find a way to turn it into something negative. So I would rather that you keep as true to yourself as possible, so at least we don't lose that.

San looked at her with a serious expression, seeing that sad smile back on her face. He wanted to ask her so many things.

—Can I ask you something? —she asked first.

—Related to the fake relationship?

—No, it's about you —she answered, receiving a sign from his hand to go on—. You have never kissed anyone for real?

—Why were you looking so serious while asking that question? —his tongue clicked in annoyance.

—Just answer.

—No, I've never given a kiss —he confessed.

—So, you've never...

—What? —San looked at her, trying to guess what she meant.

—... had sex?

He could feel himself getting smaller as he sank on the pillow of the couch, while his cheeks lightened up like Christmas lights. With a tiny move of his head, he shook it, answering her question without saying a word.

—So, your videos…?

—All imagination —he answered, still not looking at her—. And I think you already know where I get all that inspiration from, so it's not necessary to get into details.

Although she wasn't surprised about that, she was surprised at how he was able to make it feel so vivid and real that it would look like he's rolled on too many beds. But at the same time, she was able to tell there were some details that did betray him when she watched his videos, or when she spoke on the phone with him.

There was some nervousness and hesitation she wasn't able to decipher, but now she knew where it all came from.

—Why aren't you laughing?

—Why should I? —Y/n frowned at his question.

—I mean, isn't it weird?

—Not really —she shook her head, puckering her lips—. You're twenty six, you haven't kissed anyone, so what? A kiss is way more intimate than what people make it seem to be —when her eyes fell on his, he knew he wouldn't be able to escape them unless she moved them away first—. You know how that person tastes, how warm their body feels —as she said that, she slowly approached him building up that intimacy she was talking about—, and how their heart beats against your fingertips when you move your fingers over their neck —her tone went lower—. It isn't a crime you're being careful of who you share those moments with —she whispered—, and nobody should laugh at you for that.

When she moved her head back a bit, clearing up the air again, she could see San with his eyes shut close and his lips almost parted in the direction she was in. She tried to hold back that cute smile that formed on her lips, although it wasn't of help when she still showed a glimpse of it as she bit her lower lip.

—Don't you agree?

As soon as San opened his eyes, Y/n felt she was trapped in her own trap, feeling her heart beating a fit faster when she noticed the tip of his tongue licking his lips.

Was it safe to kiss him?

Was it safe to kiss her?

The sound of his phone interrupted the bundle of confusion and thoughts that were floating over their heads, making the heavy air around them disappear with the predetermined music of his iPhone.

Y/n had insisted on taking him more. Because it was late, because his house was far, and because she had a car that saved him from taking the bus or walking. He tried to keep her from leaving her house at that time, he didn't mind getting home so late -it wasn't the first time either-, but there was no one who could win an argument against her.

—Thanks for the ride —he thanked her—, and sorry for making you leave your place this late.

—It's not even that late —she tried to calm him down—. I also like driving, so it's not a big deal.

—Still, thank you.

They were alone in the dark, only lighted by the small lights of the different buttons in the car. It was intimate, it was close... Was it a good moment to kiss her? Should he kiss her?

—Oh, the lovebirds —Mingi interrupted.

San's jaw clenched at the voice of his friend. First, it was Wooyoung, and now it was Mingi. Both of them choosing the best time to interrupt something that could be a good moment.

—How are you, Y/n? —he leaned on San's window to be able to look at her.

—I'm okay, what about you?

—I'm good —he nodded—. Are you staying for dinner?

—I have things to do, but thank you.

—Yeah, she was just dropping me off —San commented.

—Did I interrupt something?

—Don't you think you were too slow to notice that? —San finally turned to him.

—It was nice to see you —he referred to Y/n—. Sorry, bro.

As Mingi walked away from the car, San tried to draw her focus back on him again.

—Can you send me a message when you get home? I mean, just if you want.

—I will —she tried to calm him down, knowing he'd enter that spiral if she didn't.

Before he could move away, her hands hooked around his neck and her head leaned to his, having her lips colliding against the curve of his lower lip, again making it seem as if she was kissing him.

And while he knew she was doing it because Mingi was possibly still outside, and she wasn't even kissing him on the lips, San felt his stomach turning upside down and his legs becoming weak as jelly.

—Have a good night —she whispered.

—You, too.

He was looking good, he managed to keep a cool position, until the moment of stepping out of the car came. He was so focused on looking at her, that he missed one step and ended up tripping on the pavement, almost falling in front of her car.

Y/n giggled at his clumsiness, and how he tried to play it cool even if he was still well aware she saw the panic on his face as he lost control of his body for a quick moment.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 11

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

While the teacher was still going on on a topic he didn't pay attention to, San thought on how to reschedule his evening so he'd have time to record the content for the video and study after he met Y/n.

He didn't know why he rejected her at first the previous day, because he was dying to find the tiniest excuse to see her again. She offered it to him, and he rejected it without giving it a second thought. Not only that, but he also saw the way her glance turned sadder after his first refusal, letting disappointment take over it.

San didn't care how pathetic he'd seem sending her a text later to take back his decision, he didn't care how desperate he could seem by later saying he wanted to do it. He'd do many things like that just to hear her excited voice and her shy "Thank you" again.

He was so dumb for ever thinking of giving up the only chance he had.

When his phone buzzed, he couldn't help but smile at the idea of Y/n texting him to remind him about the plan they had. Although that smile suddenly turned into an annoying huff when he saw who it was.

Soulmate: Do you have something to do later?

San: Yes.

San: And can you stop changing your name on my phone??

Soulmate: It's better this way. It fits me more

San rolled his eyes before he changed his name back to the one he was saved as, before he touched his phone without his consent.

Woo: What are you going to do?

He hesitated on being straightforward with the answer. For his friends, Y/n and him were pretty much still together, it was nothing weird to keep treating her as his girlfriend with them.

San: I have plans with Y/n

Woo: Uhhhh

Woo: San and Y/n, sitting in a tree, KISSING

Probably he had known his friend for way too long, because he could clearly hear his voice singing that line while he read the text.

Woo: First comes love

Woo: Then comes marriage

San: What do you need?

He interrupted him, knowing Wooyoung would go on with the song lyrics if he didn't stop him.

Woo: My charger broke, can you buy me one?

San: Sure. Do you want me to bring it to your office?

Woo: Nahh, no worries

Woo: I'll borrow one from someone

Woo: Thank you!

And along with that text, the gif of a cute puppy sending kisses appeared on his screen right after.

Typical Wooyoung.

As the moment to see her got closer, his anxiety levels increased as well. He felt uneasy, nervous, unable to pre-plan all the possible scenarios that would lead after meeting Y/n. And, for a quick moment while he was on the bus to the mall, he was regretting ever telling her he'd agree on doing any of that. It was so ironic how he suddenly contradicted all the positive thoughts he could only think about not even two hours back.

Y/n: I'm waiting by the font

She let him know. San was aware she only did it to let him know where he was supposed to head as soon as he arrived at CambridgeSide, but that text added more pressure to the fact that he was just a few steps from facing her.

He was only a few minutes away, the fountain was right at the entrance and the bus stop wasn't that far away, but he for sure made it seem that it was further than it actually was. Whenever he took a step forward, he reconsidered what he was doing and took two steps back -he could tell those people around him thought he was crazy.

Y/n: I know it might seem like it, but I don't bite

How could he tell her that he actually wanted her to bite him, and suck him... and do everything she pleased to him.

Confused by her text, San lifted his eyes from his phone, catching a hand waving in the air not that far from where he was, aware that Y/n had been witnessing his weird walk and inner fight that kept making its way out of his mind.

—Ignore what you saw, please —he first said, as soon as he stopped in front of her.

—Why? —she giggled, standing up from the bench she was sitting at— I think it was cute.

She actually couldn't remember the last time a man was so nervous to meet up with her. She was so used to that toxic masculinity, as they tried to show off how confident they were, that seeing San struggling to meet up with her was kind of endearing.

—Did you come straight from class? —she pointed out, aware of his computer backpack hanging on his shoulder.

—Oh... yeah —he nodded, holding onto the strap.

—You should've told me. I'd have told you to meet up later.

By the way she was dressed, completely opposite to the laid back outfit she wore on Saturday night, he could tell she also came straight from her workplace.

—You also came straight from work —he noticed, pointing at the black briefcase that hung on her shoulder—. We should've met up later for you, not because of me. I usually take one hour to get home anyway.

Y/n giggled silently at his response, looking away just to get back to her neutral personality before she said something stupid or, even worse, blushed in front of him.

—I usually stay a bit longer in the office —she informed—, so technically speaking, it's the same. Let's not worry about that, then.

She made it so easy. She made everything so natural and light, that he wondered what was that thing that always made him doubt on whether to meet up with her or not.

—Why did we meet up here? —San finally asked, looking at the big "CS" sign on the top window of the building.

—Hmm, you agreed on faking the relationship in front of my dad —San nodded, encouraging her to continue—. I thought that maybe you'd need a bit of... tuning.

—Tuning? —he frowned.

She genuinely loved his style. San already gave the perfect college boyfriend with his gray hoodies and oversized t-shirts, but if she wanted her father to leave her alone with that whole thing, she needed a bit of help to turn him into the man that would go through the first filter in front of her father's eyes.

—What's wrong with me?

—Nothing —she answered fast—. You're fine.

Maybe a little bit too much.

—But you look like you're still in the first year of college, and I need you to look like you know what taxes are —she excused herself—. I knew if I told you I would do this, you wouldn't have agreed.

Although she wasn't exactly right. He probably would've hesitated a bit more at the idea of the var being a bit higher, but he probably would've ended up in the right same spot in front of her.

—It'll be just the outfit for the dinner —she added—. You won't have to pay for anything. I'll buy it for you, and you can keep everything.

—I guess that's right.

Her smile widened at his answer, squirming in excitement before her hand reached for his wrist over the fabric of his hoodie, dragging him inside the mall.

San didn't quite remember when was the last time he bought any clothes for himself, he was sure the hoodie he was wearing at that moment was part of his closet during his high school years. The only difference was that it looked a bit smaller than when he bought it back then.

They walked past several shops, although Y/n didn't even look at a single one of them. They moved all the way to one of the shops on the second floor, as if she had the whole route settled and nothing would manage to divert her from it.

As soon as they stepped inside, San could tell there was a huge difference in the vibe that store had in comparison to the others they walked past. There was barely anyone inside, except for the two assistants and the three suited middle-aged men looking around some of the hangers. The clothes were perfectly carved on the white tables, there wasn't a single wrinkle on either of them.

San followed her around the shop, while she looked through all the clothes that could convince her and, at the same time, fit him. Out of curiosity, he looked at the tag of one of the white shirts she had left back on the hanger before she continued with her search.

Three hundred bucks for a simple white shirt?

—Why don't we buy those clothes somewhere else? —he suggested— I'd rather you not have to sell a kidney for them.

She simply scoffed, finally lifting one of the dark blue shirts to his torso, checking the color with his skin.

—It's not like I can't afford it.

She left the shirt back to where it was, sighing.

Money wasn't a problem for her. Even after she gave up on half of her salary to keep two of her employees on her payroll, she still managed to save up some money. Unless it came to the repair of her car, which she knew would take her a few months of savings to be able to confront it.

—Still... there are shirts in other shops for fifteen dollars.

His comment almost got cut off by how close her hand was to his neck when she lifted another shirt, almost allowing him to feel the warmth of her body. Looking down at her was another big mistake, she was closer than expected, and he could almost feel his brain struggling to work out properly.

—My father would be able to tell straight away the shirt is fifteen dollars —she commented—. He's quite sensitive to fabrics and quality —she grimaced as she mentioned it—. I think this one would look good on you.

—That's why you didn't just tell me to buy formal clothes by myself?

—Ding ding ding —her fingertip hit gently the top of her nose as she momentarily turned to him—. If you're going to wear expensive clothes to fake to be my boyfriend, it's just fair I'm the one paying for them.

He continued following her around the shop, carrying the few things she kept picking up, along with two pairs of shoes.

As he zipped his pants and slid the belt through the thin spaces at the hip, he felt so strange. The pants were comfortable, and the fabric felt the nicest he had ever worn, but for some reason it didn't feel like him.

The curtain suddenly opened a bit, enough for Y/n to peek through it to see how it was going inside, causing San to jump and try to hide his exposed torso with the unbuttoned shirt.

—It's nothing I haven't seen already —she giggled at his slightly blushed cheeks.

She had seen further than just his torso in 4K on her screen, a few too many times since they started speaking, and he had been taking way too long inside the dressing room for her to think he could've needed help.

—If it makes you uncomfortable, I can wait outside though. I just wanted to check everything was alright.

—No, it's okay —he stopped her—. But come inside, the curtain is half opened.

After being aware, Y/n moved inside the wide dressing room he was at, closing the curtain behind her. Looking at him through the reflection, and admiring that new style on him, she was able to see how attractive that man actually was. He was already attractive, she liked his small details and how undercover all of his features went by his simple clothes. That style, and black as a color suited him in a way she didn't expect it would.

It was like his personality changed completely, and she could tell by the way his fingers moved up through his torso as he buttoned the shirt.

—If you stick it too inside, it'll be uncomfortable for you —Y/n mentioned, seeing the way his muscles started marking under the tight fabric of the shirt.

Her hands lowered to the edge of his pants, making him freeze on the spot as her fingers gently caressed his skin over his clothes while pulling the shirt up. When she looked up over his shoulder to check out his reflection in the mirror, their eyes finally met. Only then, hooked by those innocent and eager eyes, she was aware of how close she actually was, with her arms wrapped around him while her hands were still on his lower torso.

It was a gentle and simple touch with no further intentions, but somehow the environment got heavier once their eyes met. He didn't have to think of anything, he didn't need to come up with any fake scenarios, because the warmth of her body on his back was already doing all the work, feeling that familiar throb in a certain part of his body.

—Can you leave?

Y/n shortly frowned, looking up to him and having San looking down at her to reiterate how badly he needed her to get out of there before things turned worse.

—Please.

Before he could even finish pronouncing the word, her hands were already away from him and she stepped outside of the dressing room, assuring him she'd be waiting for him outside. San peeked through the curtain to make sure she was walking down the corridor, disappearing at the first turn to go back to the main shop.

He needed to get rid of the problem he was starting to have before it got worse.

—Okay. Disgusting things —his back was resting against the wall, while his head was thrown back as if that would help to eliminate every trace of proximity from her body.

When Y/n saw him again, she could tell he looked more relieved in comparison to how he looked when he was in the dressing room. Even the subtle tan of his skin disappeared for a moment back there.

—Is everything alright? —she finally asked.

—Yeah, it's just...

—It's okay —she rushed to say, when she realized how he was struggling to explain himself.

She crossed a limit, and San was too nice to tell her until it made him so nervous that he was forced to tell her to leave. She understood it.

He didn't dare to explain further, and confess she managed to bring out a side of him he didn't know existed. He didn't want to say out loud that he could go crazy with just a soft touch of her fingers.

—It'll be four hundred sixty five.

San squirmed at the price, making Y/n giggle at his reaction before she paid for the clothes with her credit card. She handed him the paper bag filled with his clothes and shoes, while she chatted with the assistant about one of the colognes on the shelves behind him.

—Yeah, my father went crazy looking for it —she commented—. I bet he'd love to know he won't have to order it online. Thank you so much —she smiled wide, attempting to step back.

—Thank you. Have a nice day —the young male answered back.

San followed her from behind, walking a bit faster to get to walk next to her as they exited the small shop. Right when he was about to speak, her ringtone blasted, getting her attention before he could even attempt to have it.

—I'm sorry. I really need to pick this one.

—Sure. I have to buy something, so I'll meet you up here when I'm done.

—Okay.

Before picking up the call, she waited for San to be far enough so he wouldn't be able to hear the call she was about to have. It wasn't like she felt like hiding it from anyone, but it just felt too complex to explain it at that moment.

—Miss Y/n? —a female voice asked from the other side.

She didn't really need her to tell where she was calling from. The number was saved, and it popped way too many times in the past two years for her not to recognize it.

—Yes. That's me —she sighed.

—Good afternoon, hope everything is going well. I'm Rebecca, from MST Clinic.

Y/n already knew that.

—I was calling to remind you there were a few tests pending from the biannual revision.

—Oh, shit —she muttered—. Sorry. I completely forgot.

—It's alright. We're here to remind you —despite not seeing her, Y/n could tell the lady was smiling just by her voice alone—. There was no date set, so I'm wondering if you have any preference...

—Next Wednesday could be?

She tried to remember whether she had any meeting scheduled or not, sure that she probably had nothing important for that day -and she'd probably be able to skip whatever came up.

—Wednesday... Eleven in the morning? —she suggested.

—Sure.

—I'd also like to ask: how have you been feeling? Has there been anything bothering you, any problems? Is your mobility correct?

—Hmm yes, for now. Since the last incident, I haven't had any problems.

—Have you adapted well to medication?

Considering she had been taking it for almost two years, it was quite obvious she adapted well to it. But she held back from letting out that harsh comment.

—Yeah, everything's fine.

—Okay, then —the woman sighed—. We'll see you on Wednesday. Have a nice day!

—Have a nice day you too.

Y/n took a quick look around, remembering how San mentioned he'd leave to buy something and come back shortly after, so she took the time to sit lean back on the crystal railing while she checked her phone -mainly concentrating on her emails and chats.

She lost track of how much time she stayed there, and how much time she spent there, but she lifted her head when she thought she had been there for a little bit too long.

And still no sign of San.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, thinking it could be him telling her to meet up somewhere else, or announcing he left, but a sigh of disappointment showed off when she saw her father on the screen.

—Where are you? I was going to invite you to eat something. Jennifer told me she didn't see you leaving for lunch today.

—Well, I'm on my way to have lunch right now —she sighed.

—By yourself? Send me the location and we'll eat together.

She was well aware her father had already eaten, but he was still offering to have lunch twice just so he'd eat, too.

—I'm not alone —she answered.

—Who are you with?

—My boyfriend —she rushed to say.

—That's great! Then send me the location so I can finally meet him.

—No.

—No? —a loud sigh came through the speaker— Why not?

—You'll scare him off. And he isn't ready to meet you.

—I'm eating no one —he tried to sound calm—. It'll be quick. It's either today, or this weekend. I'm just saying that, if it's on the weekend, it'll be just the three of us. You choose.

Which also meant he wouldn't hold back with some comments or questions.

—You shouldn't eat so much. What about a coffee instead? —she tried to negotiate.

—Deal —she felt relieved at her father giving in.

—I'm in CambridgeSide. See you at six, alright? At six —she remarked, hoping he wouldn't show up earlier.

And she agreed on meeting up with him when she had no idea where San was, she was the dumbest.

For a quick moment she thought that he possibly gave in to his instincts and left without telling her anything, although that thought disappeared when she saw him approaching her from afar. With one small difference.

At first she thought it was just the distance, then she wondered if he probably styled it differently while he went to do what he had to do. But the closer he was to her, the clearer it was that his hair looked shorter.

—I gotta go —she hung up at her father, unable to look away from him—. Your hair —she pointed out.

After he came out of one of the shops with Wooyoung's charger, he walked past a hair salon -not even taking two seconds to step back and stand outside of it. He wasn't sure at first, but there was something deep inside in him that was telling him to just do it. His hair wasn't a crazy length, just enough for it to be a headache to style it something, and to be forced to part his bangs because they'd get over his eyes if he didn't. It was a hairstyle that didn't fit with the clothes Y/n had bought for him, nor with the idea of the man her father wanted to meet.

A shorter hairstyle would probably work better.

—What?

—It looks good —she nodded, finally smiling.

—Ah, by the way —San started—. I'll pay for the clothes.

While he came up with several scenarios for the moment where he met a man he didn't even know the appearance of, the thought of Y/n paying for the bag that was resting over the small coffee table of the hair salon made him feel guilty. He got to the conclusion that the best thing he could do was to pay for all of the things that were in there.

—No, why? —she suddenly stopped, looking at him— I already told you it's my responsibility. Take it as a repayment?

—For what?

—You paid back my subscription —she reminded him—. And now I'm doing the same for you.

—Still...

—If you feel so bad, buy me something to eat —she interrupted him—. I haven't eaten all day, and I'm starving.

And she thought it'd also be a nice way to settle his role in front of her dad.

—You haven't eaten all day?

—No, I've been too busy to think about food —her head tilted to the side.

She had told him before how her stomach would completely go non-existent whenever her mind was focused on something, only able to feel hunger whenever she felt completely disconnected and in peace.

—You should've said it as soon as we met —he complained—. Let's go to eat something right now.

She wondered if it'd be a good idea to tell him then about what was going to happen, but then she thought that he'd probably get so nervous that he wouldn't take a single bite of his food.

She definitely couldn't tell him if she wanted him to enjoy a lunch he had been waiting for all day.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 9

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

A loud scream from somewhere in the house interrupted whatever it was he was trying to type on the computer. By how loud and powerful it was, almost making the walls tremble with it, San could tell it came from Mingi. It worked like an alarm, because not even a minute later, both Wooyoung and San were showing up at the living room with a confused look.

—Who used my razor?

Mingi lifted it, to show off the rusty blaze. As if neither of them would be able to see the tiny brown marks over the shiny silver color from their positions.

—Mingi, are you sure you weren't the last one to use it? —San tried to knock some sense back to his friend— Last time you pulled a scene like this, you were the one who ate your last yogurt.

—Yeah —Wooyoung seconded—. Try to think about what you did before blaming others. You probably were the one who left it in a random place after shaving.

—You think so?

His determined gaze quickly changed to a confused and insecure one, looking at the razor while he tried to remember what exactly happened the last time he shaved to know whether Wooyoung was right or not.

Slightly pouting his lips, Mingi went back to close himself inside the bathroom, leaving San and Wooyoung alone in the living room. As soon as the door of their shared bathroom closed, his best friend turned to him with a devilish smile and a contained laugh.

—I actually was the one who did it.

San gave him a scolding look, tilting his head in annoyance when he was aware of the war that would start if Mingi knew about it.

—He always leaves his things everywhere —Wooyoung tried to excuse himself—. You'll see how he'll be careful with his things from now on.

—I knew it! —Mingi screamed again, opening the door to their bathroom— You little gaslighting asshole.

San just stared at them, seeing Wooyoung barely able to move his right arm as he tried to move the chairs from their dinner table to block Mingi to get any close to him as they ran around it. The doctor told him that, even though his arm seemed to be alright already, at least enough to take off the bandage, to be careful with the movements he could make and the pressure he added on the joint. And what was Wooyoung doing? Exactly the opposite of what he was told.

—Don't be a pig and I'll respect your things —Wooyoung said, testing what direction he should run to, as Mingi stood at the opposite side of him.

—It was a new razor that cost forty dollars.

—Forty dollars for that?! —San interrupted, opening his eyes wide at the price.

—I don't care. It's on the Rules Board —Wooyoung insisted—. If you leave your things unattended in a common space, deal with the consequences.

San sighed at the mention of the Rules Board. It was their way to get used to one another and their way to live. Actually, it was created mainly because Mingi worked night shifts, and it was their best way to settle the times in which they could make noise and when they should keep the volume as low as possible. Once Mingi finished his degree and started working in the position he was in, that board found a comfortable space behind the bookshelf in the right corner of the living room, next to the dinner table.

—It was a gift from my mom, you dumbass —Mingi ignored his comment.

—Your mom bought you that? —Wooyoung's cocky expression changed to a concerned one.

—Yes!

—Sorry, I didn't know.

Wooyoung walked to their taller friend, trying to calm down the mood, before he spoke again.

—I'll buy you the same one —he said—. Send me the model, and I'll make the order right now.

As soon as Wooyoung left, a smirk appeared on Mingi's face, turning to San with a proud look.

—It wasn't a gift from my mom —he whispered.

Of course San was already suspecting that. Mingi was such a bad liar, stuttering as he dropped those words, that he was surprised Wooyoung didn't catch on to the lie as soon as he heard it.

—Use one of mine for today, and hope Woo doesn't find out about that —San simply said, after rolling his eyes—. I need silence to finish my research, and with you two bickering like five year olds I will never finish.

—Alright, alright —his hands raised to the air—. I'm meeting up with some friends, anyway.

Said that, Mingi closed himself inside the bathroom again, leaving San alone in their living room. After sighing, he went back to his room, closing the door behind him, before he made his way to the turned on computer and the blank sheet on Word.

His research was actually the new theme for the weekly video that he had been trying to think of for almost an hour already.

His fingers taped over the black desk, trying to get some inspiration back -although it wasn't like he had any before Mingi interrupted.

Trying to write a proper script was the most difficult part of what he did, although he had never been in such a big block as he was that day. He had gone through several tropes ever since he joined the website: cute boyfriend, angry sex, friends to lovers, friend's brother... even he sometimes went over some dark concepts that people asked him to do in the comments. Not even with those he had a hard time writing them as that day.

Whenever he came up with an idea, Y/n instantly showed up in his head taking the position of the lead of his fantasies. Innocent girlfriend? Y/n was there. Hot neighbor? She was there. Sister's friend? She fitted the role perfectly.

His head was thrown back, hanging over the backrest of his chair, as he closed his eyes.

The memories from the previous night were still fresh, the warmth of her body against his was still there, he almost could feel her if he concentrated enough. Even her floral scent invaded his nostrils as soon as he left his mind blank.

His fingers flew to the curve between his lower lip and chin, touching where she kissed him the past night to fool his friends into thinking they actually kissed. His heart started beating faster again when he remembered how her breath coated his skin first, before her lips covered that spot. She felt soft and moist, and it made him wonder if she would've felt better if he hadn't told her she didn't kiss anyone before her. What would've happened if he had allowed her to kiss him like she wanted to?

The click of his tongue interrupted those fairytales, bursting his bubble as he sat straight on the chair back again.

How was he supposed to come up with a story if the only thing in his head was Y/n.

His fingers caressed the keys of his keyboard, positioning his hands properly before he forced himself to write something down. He couldn't fight his own brain, and he needed to get that script done by that day if he wanted to be able to record the video in the next two days.

Suddenly, he found himself remembering how tempting she looked while lying on his bed, and how his most instinctive thoughts, that were only eclipsed by worry the previous night, were emerging again through that memory.

In his head, he adopted the confident persona that belonged to Soundleasure, leaning over her as his two hands were positioned on both sides of her hips, leaving their lips millimeters away from each other.

All those fantasies he built with her as they texted grew deeper after meeting her in person, getting the perfect image of how her face looked up close, and how her eyelids slightly closed before she kissed him.

It was such a realistic thought that he could almost feel the taste of her saliva on his tongue, as he rewinded back twelve hours back. And all that realism only helped him get lost in her, and be engulfed by his own thoughts.

He didn't break off when she needily took off his t-shirt, and unzipped his pants. And he couldn't find a way to move on the second he pictured the way her lips would feel around him.

He was so sick for thinking of her like that, and he realized when he finally moved his fingers away from the keyboard with a deep breath. Finally back to his senses, he realized most of the script was already written down. And that only made him wonder how long he had been lost in thought fantasizing about her.

The leg slit of the long skirt of her floral dress softly moved up her knee, having her instantly moving it back to place, holding the two sides between her pressed thighs to keep the soft breeze from moving it back again.

She hated those brunches with passion.

The only thing that could make of that moment something acceptable was the food, but not even the food was good enough for her to forget how annoyed she was at the superiority complex their supplier radiated.

—You look tired, you didn't sleep well? —Tim Hockman finally asked, looking at her over the bridge of his aviator sunglasses.

Although she arrived back home with no inconveniences, she couldn't say the same thing happened when she snuggled under the blankets of her king size bed. She kept rolling under them, unable to find the right position to feel comfortable enough to fall sleep. Although how uncomfortable she felt had zero to do with the bed or the actual position, but where the back of her mind was as she closed her eyes.

She was so close. If only she had moved her head a bit higher, she'd have been able to kiss him. And probably, if he hadn't told her she was going to be his first kiss, she would have.

Y/n didn't know the reasons why he hadn't kissed anyone yet, but it was enough for her when he directly told her he didn't want to do it. It didn't matter if it was because of his friends, or because he felt insecure of his skills, it was a line that she wasn't entitled to cross -as much as she felt bad for not crossing it. She did well, she respected an invisible boundary that he didn't exactly settle, but that was there, and she was sure she probably would've felt way worse if she had violated it.

Thinking about his lips, or how well they'd felt sucked in between hers, wasn't the worst and what had her losing her sleep. Every thought that came right after linking it to it, every step further she took with the imaginary vision of San in her head had her scolding herself for it.

She had fantasized about him when he was only a pixel in her screen, she had touched herself when he was only a voice she was attracted to, but for some reason it made her feel uncomfortable about herself how she was suddenly daydreaming fucking the real person.

Could be the difference was that knowing him settled some limits for her, could be she only fantasized about him before because she never thought she'd actually meet him -and, in consequence, didn't actually get her to see him as a real person. But he was pretty much real, and her body reacted instantly to that imponent aura he didn't think he had, and those attractive mannerisms he had normalized to the point he wasn't aware of them.

San was aiming to be one big problem for her.

—I slept well —she finally answered—. It might be because I'm facing the sun, and I can't open my eyes without them hurting.

Her tone had a slight glimpse of reproach, annoyed by the fact that he was the one who chose the place, the table, and also sat first on the only chair that was back facing the sun.

Her clenched jaw relaxed when her father kicked her knee, drawing her back to reality and trying to get her to realize who she was speaking to.

Tim was the type of man who had a fragile ego. The minimal sign of disrespect or annoyance would get him to act in consequence. Her father had seen it before, he had to deal with it before. One misunderstanding had him almost feel forced to do business with someone else when he suddenly raised the price of his supplies.

—Not like it's an issue. Vitamin D is always good —she faked a smile, hurrying to drink from her orange juice before looking away.

—Harry, you must be so proud, huh? —he chuckled, pointing at her while talking with her father.

—I am —her father sighed—. Every day, I am more at ease thinking I'll leave the business in good hands.

—One day you should let her take control of these deals —he suggested, shaking his hands in the air as he pointed at the situation they had going on.

—One day she will. Don't worry about that.

She would've been creeped out by his comments if Tim wasn't also her ex boyfriend's father and she wasn't used to that type of attitude from him. Those comments were nothing new.

—By the way, leaving your business in good hands... I guess it'll also depend on who she ends up with.

—Excuse me? I don't see what one thing has to do with the other —she frowned.

Touching that delicate topic did annoy her, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control her tongue from running wild depending on the answer he gave her.

—I mean —he started as he laughed—, it depends on what your significant other's ambitions are.

—And what my limits are drawn —she cut him off—. Also, I can't see why the business would be affected if my boyfriend doesn't even belong to the field.

Her father reached his hand to her wrist, trying to get her to control her tone as soon as he noticed the anger forming on the last few words.

—So your current boyfriend doesn't belong to the field? —Tim's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

It was almost as if he got from her the involuntary sign he wanted.

—Current boyfriend? —her father asked, alternating his eyes between his daughter and Tim.

—Oh, was it a secret?

Her tongue moved over her lower lip, in a desperate attempt to control it from running wild before she looked at her father.

—I don't k...

But she was knocked out with the evidence right on her face. As he spoke, she could see him messing with his phone, thinking it was just him being as disrespectful as he usually was, but seeing the picture on his screen made it clear he was just being a rat.

A picture from the past night was occupying a 50% of the screen, where she could be seen snuggling to San while his arm was around her neck. And she probably wouldn't be in that big problem if she hadn't encouraged him to wrap his arm around her, when she held his wrist and placed it on the other side of her neck, to give it a couple vibe. She clearly didn't think of the consequences of taking that picture, and giving Wooyoung her Instagram user shortly after when he asked, mainly because she didn't think he'd upload it, and even less tag her. But also doubted anyone was paying so much attention to her to be aware of the posts she was tagged on.

—My son saw it on his feed today, and I was curious about that. The poor thing is still brokenhearted.

—Others call it obsession —she mumbled.

—What?

—Nothing —her father rushed to answer for her.

He was also the one who broke up with her because she didn't meet his standards, after dating for two years. It just sounded weird for her that Tom was scrolling down her social media to keep track of everything she did -when last time she had news about him against her will, he was snorting coke in the middle of a stripper's tits.

—You didn't know about her relationship? Oh, sorry.

Tim should've been thankful to her father for being there, and being the only reason why she wasn't sticking his croissant down his throat.

—Of course I knew —Harry nodded, adapting quickly to the situation and trying to sound as relaxed as possible—. A really good guy.

As much as her father tried to make it sound like he was indeed comfortable, there was some tiny crack in his voice that she was used to hearing when he got upset at her, and that only showed up when he tried to hide how angry he actually was in public.

She knew all that would turn up against her as soon as Tim walked victoriously out of there.

And he did.

Her father gave her the chance to sit on Tim's chair, as soon as he left with the excuse that he had a family meeting. And he was giving her that exact same scolding look he gave her whenever she failed an exam, or when she didn't behave the way she was expected to in the company.

—You're dating someone and you didn't tell me about it?

—It's my private life. I don't get what fucks that has to do with the company —she defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

—It has nothing to do with it until it's linked to your public social media —he accused—. It's important because his background could affect our reputation.

—Not everyone is as twisted and crazy as the Tities to be checking my tagged posts.

—Can you just own up to it? —he tried to get her to focus— Honestly, I'm well aware you've been dating around, and I don't think I've ever asked any explanation from you. It's your private life, and it has zero to do with your position because you've kept it on the down low. But do you realize that, once it connects somehow to your social media, not only you're making it public and accessible, but also linking it to the type of person and professional you might be? As bad as it is. If he's a known asshole, that image will also be added to you. If he's done fraud, that image will also be added to you.

—He's none of that —she waved her hands in the air, getting him to stop.

—That's why I want to judge by myself —her eyebrows furrowed at that answer—. I want to meet him so I can be sure he actually isn't none of that.

—It's not that serious...

She was already preparing the field for the imminent and sudden break up, but her father spoke first.

—You lowkey made it public, and what you have isn't serious? Y/n, no excuses, I want to meet him.

Well, she was damned.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 8

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

Her smile evidently dropped when she managed to see a familiar face as the blond guy opened his brown eyes wide in surprise. Probably because it was the last place she expected to see her at.

—Oh, wow —Y/n finally reacted, lifting her eyebrows as she smiled.

She purposely omitted to even attempt to call him by his name -mainly because she didn't really remember it. She did remember his face though. Of course she did. He had worked in the company as a freelancer when they needed new ideas for a design, although not directly with her team -or her. When he joined the project, she was still her father's assistant so they didn't speak much. But by the little time they spent together back then, she remembered him as someone really nice to be around. And also that white brilliant and perfect smile.

—The world is such a small place —he nodded.

—Do you guys know each other? —San interrupted, stepping forward.

—Yeah, he worked in my company for a few months —she answered.

—Yep —he nodded again—. It's been a lot of time since that though. I didn't expect you to see you here.

—Imagine if now it turns out you're Mingi's boss —Wooyoung chuckled behind them, walking past them to get to his seat on the couch.

Mingi only rolled his eyes at the comment, knowing Y/n was way too nice to be the big asshole he had as a boss and that he didn't know in person yet after starting in his position months back.

—What do you mean? —Hongjoong asked, following Wooyoung with his eyes.

—She's dating San. And thank god we saw her across the street, because he wasn't going to introduce her to us —Wooyoung answered, side eyeing his friend as he spoke.

—I'm really wondering why now —San replied back.

—She'll also be replacing me today —Wooyoung continued, ignoring his comment.

—Shouldn't you be introducing her to us? —Seonghwa asked, alternating his gaze between San and Wooyoung.

—Hongjoong spoke before we could even do that —Wooyoung replied back.

Y/n sighed, thankful to the brunet's words that finally gave out the name of the person that recognized her.

A moment of silence followed after Wooyoung's answer, having all of the eyes in the room falling over San and his eyes lost on the screen before he was finally aware the attention was on him. She pinched his side, finally getting him to react.

—Introduce me —she whispered, turning her head slowly so the other seven boys wouldn't see her.

San started introducing them by following the order they were sitting, skipping Wooyoung and Mingi with his eyes rolling when both of them complained about the tone he used.

The first person he introduced, and that was sitting next to Mingi, was Yunho. By the way his legs were flexing as he sat, she could tell he probably was around the same height as Mingi. He smiled at her in a friendly way, getting her to smile right after. At his left, and sitting on the floor, there was a guy who smiled at her shyly, bowing slightly as San introduced him as Yeosang.

On the other couch, Hongjoong gave her a squared smile when San introduced him again, to go ahead with the boy with longer hair sitting next to him. Seonghwa waved his hand in the air as his big eyes squinted by the -another- perfect smile she'd be jealous of, whispering a silent "Hi". Looking for some more bickering with Wooyoung, San only referred to him as a "Meh", before he went on to introduce the boy with a bowl cut hairstyle, bowing firmly before he heard San introducing him as the baby of the group.

—I'm still older than all of your mental ages combined together.

Y/n couldn't help but snort at that answer, looking back at San when he introduced her to the rest just like he introduced them to her.

—I don't know about you all, but I'm hungry —Yunho mentioned, clapping his hands as he sat forward on the couch.

—We were waiting for you to come to call —Mingi reproached, receiving a glare from his friend right after—. Not like it matters, because I'm just now starting to be hungry.

—Who's calling? —Yeosang asked, looking around for someone to volunteer.

—What are we having?

—Pizza —Wooyoung answered as if it was obvious.

—Again —Jongho threw his head back—. Last time we had that. Why are you choosing?

—Right? We had the exact same problem for lunch —Mingi added himself in the discussion.

—I thought you already moved on from it —he rolled his eyes, before he turned back to Jongho—. Pizza is universal. It's something that everyone likes. What's the problem with it? —Wooyoung whined.

—There's a really nice sushi place... —Seonghwa started speaking, although the others' bickering interrupted what he had to say.

—Is it always like this? —Y/n whispered, leaning a bit in San's direction.

—It's a requirement to be part of this group, apparently —he answered—. Just ignored them.

—No, I like it —she replied with honesty.

The way they were arguing about the smallest thing, and how they teased each other for the minimal thing they said, was only a reflection of how close they all actually were. They were the reflection of that type of friendship she had been looking for, but that always ended up giving up on.

—Y/n is the innocent hand. She could choose today.

Hearing her name out of nowhere, followed by all of their eyes turning to her, caught her off guard.

—I don't really know —she giggled nervously—. Hmm... Honestly, I kinda liked Seonghwa's idea. It's been a while since I've had sushi.

—As long as it's not pizza —Jongho huffed, resting his back against the backrest.

Y/n smiled, moving to also join Yeosang on the floor, not without Mingi, Jongho, Wooyoung and Yunho attempting to get up to leave a spot somewhere in either of the sofas she was walking in between.

—It's alright. I'll sit here —she assured, taking the free spot next to Mingi.

And while all of them were sitting, there was only one person struggling to find a place to sit.

—San, you won't grow taller staying there —Hongjoong teased.

He was aware of the look Y/n was giving him, and how she silently was guiding him to walk next to her. His hands moved nervously as he made the same walk she did, looking at the possible seats: either of the arm rests on the floor. Y/n's soft and small fingers moved faster than he did, enclosing around his forearm to stop him from walking to the empty spot on the floor next to Jongho, in between the two sofas.

As soon as he looked down at her, her eyes pointed to her seat at the same time she dragged her body to the floor, leaving that spot empty again for him.

San felt tempted to insist on her going back to her place, but he knew that'd only annoy her. He moved behind her, just for her to right after molding her body in the space he made up for her. In that position, her head rested in between his two knees, making him sit stiff at the whole new sensation.

When she turned to him, she could see how tense he was, with the way his neck marked and his jaw was raised a little bit higher as he tried to focus on the TV.

Whoever saw him would think that he had never touched a woman in his life.

—How did you meet each other? —Yunho asked, giving a sip to his coke before leaving it back on the coffee table.

—Dating app —she answered—. Right, babe?

San's breath shut, feeling his throat closing, when her hand rested on his knee as she tried to get some back up from him.

—Yeah —he nodded—. That's right. We started seeing each other and then we texted. No, wait.

—Are you okay? —Hongjoong asked.

—Yeah —San sighed—. I meant that we texted and then started seeing each other.

—There isn't much more to say. He kinda hooked me up by the second day —she continued, squeezing his knee.

—Hooked you up? —Jongho raised his eyebrow— Did he pay you to say this?

The room was suddenly filled with huffs and clicks of tongue, before Wooyoung pushed his body as a way to reprend him.

—I'm just saying... because he's usually quiet and shy.

—I'm not quiet with you all —San replied back.

—But you're shy with people from the opposite sex —Wooyoung commented, getting a fistful of the chips that had been prepared on those bowls—. You just stay in a corner.

—Why are you all bringing all this up now? Laugh at how you came here covered in milkshake after trying to flirt with a girl that had a boyfriend, when he was right next to her —San countered, smirking devilishly at his friend who only poked his cheek with his tongue as he smiled—. Or how Hwa ended all over Reddit after he tried to flirt with someone on stories using Legos —San pointed out—. You have no room to talk, so I'd stop annoying me unless you want me to air out all of your dirty laundry.

—But I do want to hear them —Y/n commented in a lower tone—. What's with the Lego story? —Y/n tried to ask Seonghwa, but he just waved his hands in the air and shook his head.

—He said her built was complex like a LEGO Eiffel Tower set —Mingi answered, giggling as he remembered it.

—What's that supposed to mean? —she frowned, looking at the owner of that comment.

—Doubt he knows himself —Yunho snorted.

—She had a LEGO Eiffel tower behind her, I thought she'd understand I was actually praising her.

—Uh, that's not... —Y/n shook her head—. Wait, you're the LEGO man? —she finally remembered, making Seonghwa throw his head back— I did read about you.

—LEGO man? That's a serial killer name —Seonghwa complained.

—If it makes you feel better, no one will know it's you unless you tell them —she tried to comfort him—. Your intention was good though. You just need it to improve the way you phrase it.

—How did San hook you up? —Jongho suddenly asked.

She felt how the man behind her got stiff again, flexing the muscles of his thighs as he tried to think of something to answer before she could.

—He was nice —she simply said—. At first I wasn't looking for anything, but he was so approachable and genuine... So yeah.

San slowly blinked, feeling everything around him going completely silent and black when his focus was solely on her and the way she smiled at him. She seemed so honest about those words, he wasn't sure if she was still lying or if she was giving out some of her real thoughts when talking to him.

—You have nothing to say about me? —she suddenly asked.

His mouth opened a few times, trying to think of what to say, but always stopping midway, looking at her confused.

—That's it —San frowned when she said the sign out loud—. Why are you acting like I'm in this relationship by myself?

—What are you...? —he was going to play along, but his friends got in the way before he could.

—You're the first girlfriend he has —Wooyoung interrupted.

—Yeah, he might be a bit slow. But you're special if you're here —Mingi seconded, squeezing San's shoulder.

Y/n sat back in between his legs, relaxing again when the first attempt to fake an argument failed so miserably. She wasn't even allowed to make a scene properly.

While the rest started talking about something else, Y/n and San exchanged some worried looks, trying to read on the other's face what was the next step to take.

—This isn't working —Y/n commented, when San finally joined her in the narrow kitchen.

She had tried to start a fight a few times already. The last one was excused by how she preferred makis over sashimi when they were ordering their food, only for Jongho and Yeosang to side with her, while Hongjoong and Seonghwa tried to excuse San's confusion with how clueless he sometimes was.

—They like you too much —San answered—. I bet they're probably planning on how to get you to join us on these game nights.

—Okay, let's make them be so disgusted with us that they give us an excuse to start a fight. We could make out in front of them...

—No —San quickly shook his head.

—I mean... If there's something I hate about hanging out with couples is when they're so into each other that they make me uncomfortable.

—We can't do that —he insisted, shaking his head.

—Why not? —her squinted eyes looked at him with an accusing look— If this is a way to keep me from leaving...

—It's not that —he assured her.

Although it wasn't something he didn't think either.

—Then what is it?

San mumbled a few words, rubbing the reverse of his hand over his mouth as he spoke while looking away, only allowing Y/n to understand the word "kiss". When asked to repeat it, he did the same thing, rephrasing what he wanted to say and only allowing her to understand the word "someone".

Her heavy annoyed huff only worked as a warning for the way she held his hands, keeping them on both sides of his body, before she tried to get him to repeat.

—I've never kissed anyone —he finally admitted.

Her eyes widened with his confession, letting go of his hands as she took a step back to set some distance between them.

—You never what? —her head tilted to the side, thinking she got it wrong.

—I've never kissed anyone —he shook his head, speaking slowly—. If we start making out in front of them, they'll tell.

—No one? Not even in school? —her nose scrunched in strangeness.

—That's not the point right now. Can you focus? —he called her out.

Her lower back rested against the white counter, and her arms were crossed over her chest as her gaze got lost somewhere in the kitchen, losing herself deep in thought.

—Why don't I tell them we broke up after tonight? Things didn't work —he shrugged.

—I thought your friends would give you a hard time.

Which, after knowing them for a bit, Y/n understood it would be nothing more than just some innocent teasing.

—I can take it —he nodded—. I dragged you here, it's also unfair to give you a hard time by putting on a show. You seemed like you were having fun.

He could feel the vibrations of her laugh on his leg whenever she rested her cheek on his knee, and she also managed to join the conversations quite easily -to the point of joining on the teasing and jokes his friends did to one another.

He wasn't wrong.

Y/n felt comfortable around those seven guys in less than half an hour, and even she found some fun in pretending to date San whenever her arm wrapped around his leg or her cheek squeezed against him to rub on him like a cat.

After that conversation, they just focused on having a good time.

She managed to snuggle next to him as Mingi changed his place to the spot on the floor next to Seonghwa. Her heart skipped a bit when his knee rubbed against hers accidentally. Although every bit of excitement disappeared when he apologized in a whisper, closing his legs a bit more.

—Here —she whispered, offering him a red packet after she saw him looking for something—. I saw you didn't ask for it on your order, so I included it on mine —she continued after his confused look.

San remembered the long rant she wrote down in their chat about spicy food, and how she was never able to handle it. She didn't ask for the wasabi because she wanted it, but because he wanted it and she knew. The same way she threw that rent, his response right after was about how much he enjoyed spicy food.

—Thanks.

Her lips were pressed together as she dedicated him a squared smile, nodding while her fingers gently caressed his biceps.

—Let's make the teams —Wooyoung called everyone out, gulping the piece of food he was chewing—. Actually, I'll make them since I'm not playing.

—What does that have to do with anything? —Yeosang muttered.

—Y/n, Mingi, Hongjoong and Yeosang together —he continued, ignoring the comment—. San, Yunho, Hwa and Jongho.

—Ah, we are damned —Mingi threw his head back.

—It's not fair. Why does that team have two good players? —Hongjoong quickly opposed.

—Because I say so.

Her body squirmed, tilting her head to the side when she felt a warm breath on the curve of her neck.

—If you want to change teams, tell him. I bet he'll make an exception if it's for you —his voice sounded heavier and raspier with that whisper.

—Don't convince your girlfriend to change teams —Wooyoung called him out—. Respect my decision.

—It's alright —she dedicated to San a reassuring smile.

A game that started as something equalized, almost tied with the numbers of deaths, quickly changed to benefit one of the teams. Jongho kept calling his team out with every shot aimed whenever either of the four were, while Yunho and Seonghwa kept concentrating on looking for each one of the people of the other team on the map.

—It's almost over —Hongjoong celebrated.

—Let's go, let's go, let's go —Yeosang cheered.

As San moved to get out of his hideaway, his elbow rubbed against her, getting her to freeze completely after such a simple and stupid touch. That strong electricity ran through her arm, disabling her senses. At least until San's team cheered with growls and shouts their victory, suddenly getting up from their places.

One battle came after another one, until Y/n was finally aware of the time. The next day she promised she'd go with her father to a business brunch with one of their biggest suppliers, and she doubted she'd be able to if she stayed there for a little longer.

—You sure you can't stay? —Seonghwa asked, looking up to her with big eyes.

—I don't want you to leave so early —Wooyoung pouted.

Early... It was already two in the morning.

—I have something to do tomorrow, but I promise next time I'll stay longer.

That answer seemed to work on Wooyoung, who threw a victorious smile at her before turning back to the TV. It worked for him and the rest of the boys, who were giving her sad looks as they tried to convince her to stay for thirty minutes more, but a sudden sadness took over most part of her chest when she was aware there would be no next time. That was the first and the last time she'd meet with them, and San.

That was for sure.

—I'll walk you to your car —San walked with her.

—I parked it right at the entrance, don't worry —she assured him, stopping by the door.

As she opened the door, San got ready to hug her, wrapping his arms carefully around her and hiding his face on the curve of her neck, taking advantage of the position he was in and how his friends weren't able to see his lips moving.

—Thank you so much for today —it was a barely audible phrase, just enough for her to hear it.

With just a smile, and a soft caress on his cheek that had his insides jumping in excitement, Y/n moved closer to him.

All of his friends turned to each other, smiling as they were witnesses of the cute scene their best friend was pulling. While, back on their perspective, Y/n stepped back after kissing San's chin, just to make it seem like she was giving him a peck on the lips from the place where his friends were.

—Send me a text when you get home.

If he had said it a little louder, she'd have believed it was part of the act. But San whispered it to her, with blushed cheeks, as he nervously smiled.

He indeed wanted to make sure she was okay.

She waved to his friends one last time, before she finally stepped outside and started walking down the stairs.

On her way back home, she kept rethinking everything that had happened ever since she met San earlier that day, comparing her expectations to their first meeting when they were just texting to actually meeting him after so long.

It kind of scared her thinking there would be no chemistry when they met each other, or that she'd just feel so out of place as she had done with other previous dates. But even as annoyed as she was with him, she enjoyed every fake touch and caress. She even regretted not actually kissing him on the lips when she had the chance. The disappointing feeling didn't take long to appear as she was reminded that it was her last opportunity to do it. She was indeed trying to convince herself of not seeing San again.

She dropped her bag over the couch, falling next to it right after, taking her phone out of the pocket of her pants to tell San she was already home.

"Thank you so much for today. I know you shouldn't have done it, but it meant a lot to me that you helped me. I promise I'll give you back your subscription as we agreed this afternoon. I wish I hadn't been such a dumbass, so this wasn't the last text I'm going to send to you. Sorry again for ghosting you. It was never my intention to hurt you or upset you".

She typed several times, saying in different ways how that didn't have to be a goodbye, but she always ended up deleting everything she wrote.

It would never work anyway.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 7

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

There was some hope left when she looked at him for a moment, although disappointment was back in him when he saw her hand offered to him with his earphones on her palm. They probably fell from his pocket as he got up from the floor. With a short bow he thanked her for picking them up, taking them before he made his way outside of the cafeteria he dragged her in.

He had to get used to the idea of hearing Wooyoung's and Mingi's comments once he followed Y/n's advice and told them they broke up. It probably wouldn't be as bad as he imagined.

His friends looked at him concerned as he got closer to them. Both of them looked at each other before their eyes fell back on San.

—What was that? I didn't know you were so territorial —Mingi scoffed—. They were both casually talking and you suddenly went "Pah" —he mimicked the collision with his hands in the air.

—Leave him alone —Wooyoung defended him, looking back to San—. Did something happen? You look like shit right now.

San looked at the both of them, pupils shaking from one of his friends to the other as he got ready to speak.

—Babe! —a voice interrupted in the distance.

Both Wooyoung and Mingi were back at looking over his shoulders, smirking and hitting each other's sides when they saw that girl making a small run to where they were. While San had to contain his big smile as he saw her trotting in his direction, with a nervous smile while she bit her lip.

Y/n was left alone with the decision she had to take when Oliver joined her back in the cafeteria, getting ready to get any explanation that he'd never receive from her. Her attention was stolen by the tall boy crossing the street to go back to wherever he came from, and she couldn't help but feel bad at that sight.

She could only pretend they were dating for a moment that evening, the few minutes that it took her to be introduced to his friends, and probably she wouldn't see any of them again. It was a favor that didn't take her anything, and the date with that man was already ruined. She could tell by the way he was looking at her to get an explanation that not even her would be able to make up after what happened.

As she ran towards them, she kept punching and slapping her inner self for being so weak and giving in to the tiniest favor others' asked her.

She certainly needed to grow bigger determination when she said no -not for others, but for herself.

—I told you to wait for me —she told San when she finally stopped running to walk towards him.

—You did? —his eyebrows momentarily furrowed, hidden from his friends.

—Of course I did —a fake smile brightened her face, while her eyes threw a dagger at him to force him to play along—. You're so clueless sometimes.

The smack on his forearm made him squirm, reacting way too late to defend himself when she had already slapped him over the thin denim jacket he was wearing. Her eyes widened with a promised threat, not only encouraging him to play along, but also reminding him that that smack wasn't only by how distracted her new boyfriend could be.

—You told me you'd introduce me to your friends, and left me alone back there —she rolled her eyes, standing next to San—. I'm Y/n.

—I'm Wooyoung —he moved his healthy hand to his chest.

—And I'm Mingi —the tallest boy introduced himself.

—It's so nice meeting you finally. San kept it all hush hush, we wanted to know more about you.

—Yeah, we thought you were fake and San made it up so we wouldn't set him up with someone. Ah —he complained when Wooyoung was kept from saying something else.

—It's not that —San spoke—. I just didn't trust either of you two to meet her—his smile was nervous and uneasy when he turned to her—. They've already met you, I guess you can go back to what you were going to do.

But a loud breathing made them stop before Y/n could get out of there, the type of sound that hinted how someone inhaled to start speaking.

—Do you want to join us? We were going for an ice cream somewhere close —Mingi invited her.

—Yes! Come with us —Wooyoung seconded—. If you have nothing else to do. Don't kick her out so fast —his hand pushed San's shoulder playfully.

In the worst of the cases, either of them would say something that exposed them and that put a stop to that little white lie. And in the best of cases, she'd be able to spend some time out of home, truly disconnecting from her job and her life, while meeting up with new people that seemed nice.

—Yeah, why not?

San looked at her surprised by her answer. He was expecting Y/n to come up with an excuse to get out of there. Actually, it was what he'd have done if he had been practically forced into an awkward situation like that one.

—We ate pretty bad today, so Wooyoung is trying to make up for it —Mingi added as they started walking.

—Why did you have to tell her that? I thought you'd shut up about it.

Mingi huffed, getting ready to start that bickering with Wooyoung again as he walked forward to move next to him. San, who had been walking behind them, finally took the chance to hurry his steps and walk next to her.

—Thanks for this —he whispered.

—Yeah, whatever —she rolled her eyes—. I didn't do it for you, but for myself. I probably would feel guilty if I had gone back home without helping you. Let's just pretend we like each other, and go our separate ways when this is over.

—I'm really sorry about ghosting you.

—I'm not. You just showed you were exactly like the rest, so you saved me a lot of time by acting like the asshole dudes like you are.

Her annoyed expression suddenly changed as Wooyoung turned to them to guide them. Her frown was replaced by a wide smile, and her grumpy voice turned lighter and sweeter as she walked towards his friends.

It was like seeing a Gremlin going back to its natural form.

—Hey, dumbass. They're waiting for you to order —Wooyoung warned him from afar.

San hurried to where they were, standing next to Y/n who was still ordering what she wanted, while Wooyoung and Mingi told him they were going to take a seat at one of the empty tables on the terrace.

—Mint chocolate? —she scoffed, seeing that nuclear green paste on his cone while she licked her chocolate flavored one.

—What? You went for the most basic of them all —he attacked first, before she was able to.

—I didn't say anything —she paused for a second—. Although you could've brought your toothpaste and asked for some ice cubes. Same thing, just cheaper.

—Hey...

San was about to snap back at her, although he was thankful the ice cream man asked them to pay for their ice creams before he was able to say the nonsense that crossed his head and that'd only make him look dumber.

—It'll be five sixty.

Her hand moved instinctively, giving him her cone so he could hold it while she looked for her purse to show off her credit card.

—I could've paid for it —he muttered.

—It's just five dollars —she shrugged.

After saving her purse back in her bag, she snatched her ice cream from his hand and led the way to the table where his friends were sitting. It almost made him feel like she was the one introducing him to her friends and not the other way around.

—How long have you been dating? San only showed us a picture of you and went completely crickets after —Mingi brought up.

—A month —they both answered at the same time.

The fast reply, and how it added up for the both of them was surprising, to the point of having them looking at each other.

—He kept it a secret because of me. I wasn't ready to make it public, everything was too recent still —she answered, lost in thought, trying to think of ways to go on with the story.

—It's okay. I would keep it a secret, too, if I were dating him.

Wooyoung gasped when San's foot kicked him right after he finished his sentence, making him jump on his seat almost instantly.

—What happened to your arm? —Y/n asked, switching the focus from them to Wooyoung.

—Oh, this —he raised his bandaged arm—. I fell while cleaning. The doctor said I was lucky though, it's just a sprain.

—I had one when I was younger —her face showed momentary pain as she talked—. It's good to sleep with your arm over your heart height —she mimicked the position—. My doctor recommended it to me. It helps to reduce the swelling.

—Ahh, so I should sleep with it a bit higher? Okay.

—Yeah, try to use a pillow or something so it stays there while you sleep. I tend to move a lot, so that definitely helped.

—Oh, I move a lot, too —Wooyoung pointed to himself, completely engaging into the conversation—. Once I woke up, and everybody at the camp, after I fell from my bunk bed. Since that summer, everybody has made me sleep on the lower bed.

—Oh my god, that happened to me —she covered her mouth with her palm—. I fell all over my cousin when I was six, since then I can't sleep on bunk beds.

Mingi and San exchanged looks, knowing how dangerous it was for Wooyoung to meet someone that fitted with his personality so well. The last thing he needed was a person joining his mischief.

—Can I get a taste? —Y/n suddenly asked.

He didn't notice the moment Wooyoung and her were done with their conversation, and when her attention shifted to him, but he was taken aback by how close she seemed to be. He was also confused by that question, when not that long ago she was teasing him for picking that flavor.

—Sure.

She regretted ever coming up with that trick to make them feel like a real couple when she processed the strong flavor from his ice cream. Nodding before she hurried to go back to eating her own, she to desperately get rid of the flavor. Both of them giggled, in front of two unaware Mingi and Wooyoung who were talking about their own things.

—How will your ass play? Stop talking shit —Mingi slightly raised his voice, throwing his head back.

—I can play, I just have to stick the controller to my chest —Wooyoung mimicked the position he would be in if he was playing.

—How are you going to play Galaxy Woods like that? Are you stupid?

—Galaxy Woods? —Y/n interrupted, before they could engage in another dumb bickering.

—You know what game it is? —San asked.

—Yeah, I used to play a lot after being hospitalized. I mean... for the arm thing.

She was lucky and felt relieved when the only information they three seemed to pay attention to was about the fact that she played that game, or that she knew of its existence.

—She could play for me —Wooyoung mumbled to Mingi.

—If she doesn't have plans...

It all started as an innocent idea, but Mingi's eyes were shining with hope as he gave her some pouty eyes -that she doubted were unconscious when she was aware of them.

—Hmm —she looked at San, hesitating on the answer she could give, and thinking he owned the correct reply—. Yeah, why not?

—Great —Wooyoung celebrated—. More friends will join, by the way.

He mentioned that in case she could have a problem over the fact that it'd be more of them for the night, although she showed comfortable and relaxed over it.

And just like that, what was supposed to be just a few minutes turned into two hours chilling on the terrace of the ice cream shop while they talked about the game and how some of the latest updates annoyed them, or how she managed to rank up when the three of them were still stuck on the same level.

—See you tonight —Wooyoung cheered.

—Can I walk you to your car? —San whispered, seeing his friends walking further from where they were.

Without saying a word, Y/n simply shrugged. It wasn't like she'd be bothered about it, and it'd actually make her feel safer walking with him than going alone by herself.

—You don't need to come tonight —he started speaking after a few minutes walking in silence—. I can come up with an excuse for you. Or I can simply tell them we broke up.

—Don't worry. It's been a while since I've enjoyed a time out like this —she admitted—. I can go tonight, and we can pull a scene or something for us to argue in front of them.

—I bet it'll be easy for you since you're mad because I ghosted you...

—I'm not —she cut him off—. I really don't care. Whatever the reason was, it's whatever. You're the prick for doing that, not me —she opened the door to her car—. Send me the location, and the time... that's if you still remember what my contact was.

—Y/n...

—See you later, San.

San was slowly losing his patience with every minute that went by since they met. He had sent her the location, and how she could show up whenever she wanted, but they planned to meet at nine, only for her not to answer back, or at least acknowledge the information.

—It hasn't even been two hours since you saw her, chill —Mingi called him out, walking past him with two bowls of chips.

—Huh?

—You're waiting by the door, with your phone in your hand. We've all been there.

Mingi gave him an empathetic smile, shaking his head before he sat on the big comfortable armchair they usually fought for.

—It's not that.

—I understand it though —he continued—. The girl is a ten, and you're a six at most.

—Why am I a six? —San asked, walking to him.

—You barely talk, you walk weirdly, you have no job, and your face...

—What's with my face?

But before Mingi could answer his question and sink deeper in the hole he himself carved, the doorbell rang.

—The door —Wooyoung alarmed from the kitchen.

The short moment Mingi was distracted by getting up from his seat, San slapped the back of his head, not without his friend's promise through a glare that he'd return it to him. There was no point in fighting him, because he was right and San was aware, that was why he stopped talking with her in the first place. He knew all she considered attractive from him would disappear and turn against him as soon as they met in person.

—Y/n! —Mingi cheered, with a cocky tone to get San's attention— You're so early.

—Am I?

Her eyes intensified their glare when they fell on San, who suddenly seemed relieved at the sight of her. While he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore when they met earlier, she changed to something more comfortable. But even with a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt she looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

—It's okay —San reassured her.

—What did you bring? —Mingi took the plastic bag she was carrying with her.

—Coke and Sprite —she let them know, seeing him disappear behind the door.

—You didn't have to bring anything —San stepped towards her.

—I was still invited here. It'd have been weird to come empty-handed —looking over the coffee table, she managed to spot some chips that caught her attention—. You have Fritos?

—Yeah. We went to buy a few things after you left, and I remembered you said those were your favorite.

He was ready to keep talking, but the way her eyes fell on him with such a genuine thankful look made him stutter with the most basic word. She didn't expect him to remember something like that. It was something she mentioned in general, it wasn't even part of their main conversation, she just mentioned it because she ran out of comfort food during one of the weekends when she needed it the most.

Could be she was being too harsh on him and he actually had a valid reason to disappear...

—So you remember that, but you didn't remember how to answer back? —she teased him.

Y/n didn't even mention it as a way to attack him, it was supposed to be a light joke to wave the white flag between them. At least until the show started.

—I was just messing around —her hand patted his upper arm, right under the edge of his short sleeve, when she saw the frown attempting to form on his forehead.

—Ohh, here are the love birds.

She hadn't known him for that long, but she could recognize his voice and the tease on his tone even if she was back facing where he came from. Wooyoung's arms wrapped around her, almost making San nervous by how fast he was planning to scare her away.

—All of this was San's idea —he pointed to the bowls filled with snacks—. We usually have enough with the dinner we order, but he thought you'd like this. We'll order pizza when the crackheads come.

San was hoping Wooyoung wouldn't talk too much and give away so much information on how he insisted on deviating their way home, by a few minutes, to buy a few things for her. He was expecting too much from his friend. Although maybe he had to be thankful to him after all, by the way her eyes looked at him in that moment.

—The boys will come soon, probably. I hope —Wooyoung informed, as he walked towards the kitchen—. So just get comfortable and start eating.

And that was how San realized they didn't have anything planned. They didn't prepare any answer for possible questions, they didn't even prepare what could be the reason for their fight. Y/n felt him pushing her body gently, dragging her to one of the rooms that surrounded the living room.

—Or not —Wooyoung whispered, when he saw the living room silent and empty.

San stared at the closed door for a few seconds, while he allowed Y/n to take a look around. Her lips were puckered in surprise when she was able to see in person the place she had only been able to see through images or video calls.

Her fingers softly caressed the few cute plushies that stood out among all that fancy decoration, and black and gray tones. She didn't know why, but it just made sense for her to be like that. Her attention shifted somewhere else: the desk. The long microphone was folded behind the wide screen, while the rest of his set up was perfectly placed in the middle of the desk.

—So this is where magic happens? —she teased him, getting him to turn to her quickly— How do you record things here? I doubt these walls are soundproof.

—I try to do it when they aren't here, but that's not what's important right now —San walked to her—. We need to settle some things in case we are asked.

—We met online —she shrugged when San looked at her, confused—. The more we stick to reality, the easier it'll be to remember. We matched on a dating app, we started talking, we connected and we started seeing each other —she sat at the edge of his bed—. We've been dating for a month —her thoughts turned into a monologue—. And I don't know what else...

And San didn't know either. His mind went completely blank when he spotted Y/n resting on his bed, supporting the weight of her body on her palms as she inclined downwards. All the many times he had imagined her there, and she was finally in the place he wanted her to be in, but not in the circumstances he thought of.

—Anything I should know? Any pet names? —she raised her eyebrow— Cute camera boy?

—Should we be a bit closer? Should we kiss? I think it might be a bit too much.

—Let me deal with that —she tried to calm him down.

—About the fight... What's something that bothers you? I mean, I could do it and trigger the fight.

—That they ignore me, is that good?

His hands fell to his sides along with a sigh when she repeated that. He already felt bad, he didn't need her to repeat it every time she had the chance.

—I don't know —she answered again—. I'm quite difficult to annoy. But we could try with anything. We'll see when the time comes, I'll shout "That's it!", and that will be the sign for you to play along.

—Okay...

—Anything else?

Anything else... His eyes got lost in the way her tongue moved between her lips to moisten them up, before he reacted and got out of that short trance when he heard several different voices outside.

—Don't worry —she sighed, getting up—. They'll love me and hate me in a matter of minutes. Shall we start? —her hand covered the door knob.

As they stepped out, Y/n could see there were five more boys surrounding the coffee table, either sitting on the couches or on the floor. It was the first time for her to see either of them, and she was getting ready to be introduced by San when the blond boy lifted his head and she managed to recognize him almost instantly.

—Y/n?

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Kalla | Choi San || Masterlist

Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 10

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

Her heels clicked against the floor, stopping right before she turned on her body again to walk in the opposite direction -just like she had been doing almost since she got to the office. She kept thinking of the many excuses she could come up with to convince her father that San was no one important, but trying to pass him off as a fling in front of her father was something useless. Mainly because he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't be as stupid to allow something as meaningless as a hook up to make its way to her public social media.

She even met his friends. Of course her father wouldn't believe it wasn't a relationship.

When Y/n agreed to help him, she tried to make it as believable as possible, but she didn't expect that it'd be as believable as getting to the point where she had to fake it in front of her father.

Her pride was also giving her a hard time choosing. She was supposedly angry at San, and she left as the bigger person by helping him outside of what he did to her. But now she had to crawl back to him and ask him for a favor she didn't really want him to do.

—Y/n —a thin voice stopped her steps.

Her thoughts were the only thing keeping her moving, until she heard Jennifer calling her, interrupting the only fuel her body needed to move.

—Is everything alright?

—Hmm? —her eyebrows gently raised at the question of her secretary.

—I mean... You've been walking in circles for almost an hour. I was wondering if you needed help with something.

—No, it's alright —she assured.

—If it's because of some comments about your relationship, just ignore them.

Her eyebrows furrowed deeper after that sentence, making her motion Jennifer to step inside her office and close the door behind her so no one would be able to hear them.

—What are you talking about?

—It's nothing serious. Just gossip about your boyfriend —she shrugged.

She genuinely thought not that many people checked her social media at all. It wasn't like she was highly active, and she didn't have that much of a close relationship with the people in the office to have them eyeing her account.

—TTCompany sent an email congratulating you —Jennifer added—. Everyone in the company received it, I believe. Even I did.

Without letting her say anything else, or bothering to ask more about it, Y/n walked behind her desk to unlock her computer and check her email.

"It makes us so happy to congratulate, and support, Miss Y/n in this new relationship she soft launched earlier this weekend. [...] We wish them both all the best".

Y/n could feel her right eye twitching after reading that last sentence. Tim had purposely exposed her -no- relationship, forcing her to go along with the lie rather than letting it all die.

She wanted to understand why he was doing all of that, and what he could be gaining from pushing her private life all over her professional business. She could only hope it wasn't a personal revenge after she broke up with his son.

—Are you okay? —Jennifer asked again, worried.

—Uh-hum —Y/n slowly nodded—. I'm perfectly fine. But do me a favor, and write down a communication.

—About what?

—Thank everyone for their support, and ask for their discretion and professionality about this. Before you send it to everyone, send it to me.

As soon as Jennifer walked out the door, Y/n's eyes moved to the four people sitting in the table closest to her office while their eyes were aimed at her, quickly shifting their focus back to their computers.

Her body heavily fell over her chair, along with an exhausted sigh. At that point, she had no other choice but to leave her pride aside and reach out to San as soon as possible. At the end of the day, he was the one who started all of that, so he had to own up to it.

San could feel his own face deforming by the pressure of his palm on his cheek, due to the way he was letting the weight of his head fall over it. He thought he was close to falling asleep if it hadn't been for the way his phone buzzed next to his laptop. A few annoyed looks were thrown his way by the vibration sound that came out, only audible for those who were sitting closer to him.

He sat straight when he saw her name on the top of his screen, along with a text he didn't even take time to read before he clicked on the notification.

After that long text he sent, and the thumbs up emoji she sent, he was convinced he wasn't going to hear of her again. But, two days after, she was contacting him again -although, he suddenly wondered if it had something to do with the subscription he returned on Sunday.

His throat suddenly went dry, and his lungs closed when he properly read her text:

Y/n: Can we meet up later today?

His nervous gaze flew around the classroom, trying to keep his focus somewhere else that wasn't his excitement over that text. He could feel the corners of his lips moving up, before he was aware of them and tried to go back to the straight line he always had on.

Y/n: I need to see you.

His heart almost escaped his mouth when she sent that second text, probably insisting a bit after seeing him online but not replying back.

"I also need to see you" but those words were deleted before he could even think of sending them. San didn't know if the reason she wanted to see him was the same one he had, he didn't know if something happened. Although his head was already filled with the idea of Y/n actually liking him after what happened on Saturday. He was hopeful she'd tell him to keep seeing each other, aside from the fake relationship.

San: Sure. What is it about?

Y/n: It's better to discuss that in person. Are you able to come to this place at five?

Along with that text, she also sent the location of a fancy cafe he had never been to, but that he for sure had walked past several times.

—I really wonder if what's on your phone is more interesting than what I'm explaining.

He could feel the way his heart races as he was called out, feeling forced to drop his phone right after typing a dry "Yes" to assure her that he'd be there by that time. His eyes flew around the classroom again, feeling his cheeks burn as he tried to make sure no one was looking at him after that comment. Although nothing could really bother him in that moment. Among the embarrassment, a happy smile showed up on his face, while his body sank a bit more on his seat.

All that excitement piled up along with the stress he was feeling as he got off the bus, checking the time once again on his phone to be sure for the millionth time that afternoon that he wouldn't make it on time.

His walk was fast, taking long steps, and walking past people in front of him to be sure nothing would come his way. He had enough with the bus stopping for more than twenty minutes after he got on it.

It was like the universe didn't want him to meet up with her.

From the other side of the street, he managed to see the sign of the cafe, having him looking up at both sides before he crossed the street.

His heart squeezed on his chest, and he could feel his face distorting when he heard a sudden loud klaxon and a car stopping right in front of him.

—It's red, asshole! —a middle-aged man screamed at him.

San immediately mumbled a sorry, walking backwards to the other side of the street as he bowed. It didn't seem like the man cared about it, because he kept shouting insults that his nervousness didn't allow him to understand. Too shocked by the fact that he almost was run over to care to decipher what those mumblings, muffled by some of the saliva foam forming at the corners of his mouth, meant.

As soon as he was out of the way, and after throwing one last insult at him, the man raced up again, continuing his way and letting San continue his.

He trotted to the cafe, stopping in front of the huge windows to take a look inside, hopeful that Y/n was still there and didn't leave after waiting for him.

But she was still there.

He could recognize her short hair, and that expensive modern office style that her white blazer gave out.

His determination to step inside and see her was suddenly eclipsed by his nervousness and insecurity, stepping right in front of the door while he stared at her. He didn't know what he was supposed to say, or how he was supposed to act, or how to even walk to her table without looking thumb.

He felt tempted to step back and leave the place. And he probably would have if Y/n hadn't looked back and trapped his gaze in hers.

He was caught.

Her screen showed she was in the middle of a call when she showed it off to him, only to realize she had been calling him for the past few seconds, and probably his ringtone was what gave away he was already there.

Y/n tried hard to keep the serious instance when she first saw him standing by the door, looking cute with that black cardigan on top of a white t-shirt, and perfectly combined with a pair of jeans.

—You weren't going to stand me up, weren't you? —Y/n asked when she saw him walking past the table to the empty chair in front of her.

His body froze at that question, clenching his jaw and looking nervously at her before he took a seat. Her eyebrow was raised, waiting for an answer, that she already knew what was despite whatever he said.

His expression answered before he could, pressing his lips tight as he looked down. Clearly, leaving that place without even letting her know he was there was an idea that crossed his mind, and it probably would've taken over if she wasn't so straightforward.

—Unbelievable —she scoffed—. You know, it's easier to say you don't want to do anything and leave it clear for the other person, rather than completely disappearing.

—I wasn't going to, but I was thinking of doing it —he admitted.

—You didn't do it because I caught you when you were planning your way out.

—Okay, that's right —he finally said—. But it's not because of what you think.

—And what do I think? —she tilted her head.

Y/n would've expected a flirty answer right back. But at the lack of answer, Y/n scoffed again, shaking her head slowly in disbelief before she was aware he didn't have anything to drink or eat.

—Do you want anything? —she asked, switching the topic before he got more uncomfortable.

With any other person, she'd have left. But there was something in San that genuinely told her he wasn't doing it because he was an asshole. The way he looked so nervous around her, and indecisive, made her think it probably had to do with his lack of experience around women.

After he told her he'd just have the same thing she had, she signaled the waitress, pointing to her cup and raising her index to point out she wanted one more of the cappuccino she was having.

—What did you text me for? —San suddenly asked.

He didn't want to play around and waste both of their time. It was better to be straightforward with whatever was the reason behind that meeting.

—Wooyoung followed me on insta, and also posted the group pic he took the other day —San nodded, not really understanding what was wrong with that—. He tagged me on the post, which made it show up on my page.

—I could tell him to delete it.

—I think it's a little bit too late for that —she mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee—. Let's say someone important for the company I work for saw the post, and thought it was a good idea to send the news to everyone who works for me.

—Why would he do something like that? —his eyebrows suddenly furrowed to the center— He should've waited for you to do it.

—Well, yeah... He's an asshole, so I didn't expect any better —she slightly shrugged, moving on her seat—. The thing is he also told my father, who's also my boss —her fingers tapped over the table, as she tried to think of the best way to say it— and who also wants to meet you.

—Me?

—You —she nodded again.

—Why don't you tell him we broke up?

—Because the picture isn't even three days old —she explained—. My father knows I know better than exposing my flings and dates. And if it showed up indirectly on my public social media, it's because it's serious enough to introduce you to my father.

San looked away, shaking his leg nervously at the thought of their fake relationship going as far as to involve him in her life that way. Having her meeting up with his group of friends, who took nothing seriously, was one thing; but meeting her father, because they gave off the serious relationship idea was something major.

—You got yourself into this —Y/n reminded him calmly—. If I hadn't faked to be your girlfriend, Wooyoung wouldn't have taken that picture and posted it on social media to celebrate his best friend finally has a girlfriend.

—You could've given him a fake username.

She actually thought about it the short second she thought about it. She could've written her name wrongly, she could've come up with a whole different username right on the spot, but she just didn't want to. She gave Wooyoung her real social media in hopes of being able to reconnect with all of them even when all of that was over. She wanted to know there would be a link still, even if she never used it.

—Are you blaming it on me now? —she pointed at herself— So it's okay for me to pretend to be your girlfriend, but suddenly it's a problem when I'm the one who needs you to do the same?

—It's different.

—It's not —she answered back, almost instantly—. You felt pressured because of your friends. Well, I feel pressured because of my father and the company. It's not that big of a difference.

—There's no way your father will buy it —he insisted—. Someone like you with someone like me? Your father will catch our lie the second I step in front of him.

—It was quite credible this weekend —she pursed her lips—. And we'd have more time to prepare. I won't throw you to the wolves like that.

He was right. She could always tell her father the pressure of meeting him was so big that they ended up breaking up, she could come up with a billion excuses to get away with it cleanly, but she didn't want to. Her annoying side just wanted to get back at San, having him do for her what she did for him; but her hidden side saw that as a small chance to spend more time with him before they could move on.

—Y/n, it's not going to work out.

She allowed her body to rest against the backrest lazily as she sighed in defeat. Her eyebrows arched, while she reached for her purse to bring out a few dollars to place them on the table.

—I really don't know what I was expecting —she said to herself, standing up.

As she got up and picked up her jacket from the backrest, she could catch a glimpse of San's gaze turning to a concerned one as he looked at her. She had to quickly turn around as she put on the jacket just so he wouldn't see the way she nervously bit her lip as time went on.

She just had to play it cool for a few more seconds, give a few steps to the door before he finally gave in.

If going through several meetings a week, and having dated different people throughout the years, had taught her something, was that men were quite easy to manipulate if she made them believe they were the ones saving up the situation instead of her insisting.

She stepped outside the cafeteria, advanced towards the first turn on the street, and turned to walk to the parking lot where she had left her car. When she looked back, he wasn't timidly walking behind her, and she doubted he would show up with the response she wanted to hear -she even doubted he would even know where she was if he stepped outside of the establishment to look out for her.

That was the decisive period, the short moment when guilt would eat him alive and would agree to do what she needed to do.

But no.

Driving back home and stepping inside her place had never been as disappointing as it was that day. She wondered at what point she turned so bad at negotiating and playing with people's thoughts, to the point of looking ridiculous when she smiled as she walked to her car, radiating a confident aura that slowly vanished with every step she took away from the place where they met.

It also disappointed her how he wasn't willing to help her, not even hesitating on doing it, when she first told him about it. She did it for him, and he couldn't do it for her? Especially after he was the one who got her into all of that?

Her sigh was loud and heavy among the silence of her house, only followed by the clicking sound of the autoinjector. While she massaged the area that was punctured, with two of her fingers, she felt her phone buzzing on the table.

She thought it could be anyone. The fact that it was eight in the evening meant nothing for the people she worked with. If there was an issue, it didn't matter the time, even if it was three in the morning.

San: Let's do it.

But she wasn't going to let him get away with just a text. Shortly after receiving it, Y/n clicked on his picture, starting a call that he'd answer almost instantly.

—What made you change your mind?

—You did it for me, so it's just fair I also do it for you —he answered.

Her feet started stepping on the floor, starting short and small jumps out of excitement when she heard him saying that.

—Let's meet tomorrow at four. I'll send you the location —her voice sounded uninterested, hiding the fact that she was excitedly jumping on the spot—. Also... San, thank you.

There were many things they'd have to work on to make it as convincing as possible. And it'd all start when they met again.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 6

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

Y/n stopped in the middle of her office, finally lifting her gaze from the screen of her phone to see a big bucket of pink camellias invading her desk. She pursed her lips in her confusion, looking back at Jennifer's desk to find her in her business, head almost stuck to the screen as she worked on one of the sheets she had asked her to take care of.

—Jen —the girl lifted her head, looking around lost as she tried to tell where the voice came from—, can you come here for a second? —she waved her hand, getting her secretary to get that move from the corner of her eye.

She moved almost instantly, dragging her office chair as far from the desk as possible to make a subtle trot to where her boss was.

—The delivery man sent it this morning while you were in a meeting —she let her know—. They're beautiful, aren't they?

—Umm well, they aren't my favorite type, but they're cute —she shrugged.

—I believe there's also a note —Jennifer let her know, pointing at the bucket.

Y/n stepped towards the bucket, finding indeed a pale blue note among the flowers. When she took it, she could see Jennifer's playful smile waiting for her to read out loud the note, although she opted to read it silently instead.

"I adore you, as certain dark things are to be admired -in secret, between the shadow and the soul" xx

—It just has a Pablo Neruda quote on it, with a few words changed —she mentioned as she frowned—. Did the delivery man say who it came from?

—No, he just asked for you and left it in your office since you weren't here —Y/n tilted her head at Jennifer's information.

For a minute, she hoped those flowers would be coming from San. A cheesy, yet distant way to try to get her attention back after literally disappearing from everywhere but Soundleasure, but she knew it was just that: hope. Someone that disappeared that way and didn't dare to give an explanation as to why he didn't ever reply back to her wouldn't bother sending flowers. And it wasn't like he knew where she worked either.

Could be they were from the new match on Tinder that would take her on a date later? Although the quote in the note didn't make much sense. But it wasn't like she expected anyone there to be a perfectionist with something like that to know what that quote meant.

—Anyways —Y/n rolled her eyes, dropping the note to her desk—, how's your sister? Did she adapt well to college?

Not long ago Jennifer seemed more stressed than usual, always taking guilty looks at her screen to go back to the computer's monitor and enter a cycle that seemed exhausting from afar. Until Y/n asked her to her office to learn what kept her so distracted. The fact that her little sister was moving in to Boston to start the new semester there, while Jennifer wasn't able to assist her because she needed to be in her workplace made her be everywhere, but nowhere at the same time. At least until Y/n managed to give her a few days off so she could be able to guide her, and take her to all the important places she'd need to know while she stayed there.

—I think she adapted better than I ever did —she joked—. Thanks again for those days off. I know it wasn't the best time to be missing.

—Don't worry. I managed to work well —Y/n tried to calm her down—. You've always done a good job, and you've never missed a day. It was the least I could do for you.

Jennifer's smile widened at Y/n's words, feeling proud by the several praises she threw at her while reassuring her everything was alright.

—Do you need anything else?

—No, sorry to have bothered you with that —she shook her hand in the air, pointing at the bucket—. You can go back to your things.

Jennifer smiled and nodded one last time, giving her boss one last look before she stepped outside the office, closing the door behind her. The focus in her work lasted two minutes only, before she could sense the tension from everyone outside. As she lifted her eyes from the screen, she saw everyone in her team, including Jennifer, looking at the four people carrying boxes filled with their things. All of the members of her team lowered their gaze, looking back at their tables with guilt as their ex colleagues walked past them.

She knew everyone was worried about the ramp down, that was why she held a meeting with the team to reassure them that they were going nowhere. She gave no explanations as to why, she just let them know it was certain they'd keep their jobs. Although her choice not to tell why her team stayed, while the others had to go without two members each, had her receiving accusing looks almost instantly. Of course everyone would think her team was kept intact because she was the big boss' daughter, instead of thinking she did something that neither of the other supervisors would think of doing. And it wasn't like she expected anyone to reduce their salary for someone else either.

If she felt uncomfortable before, it got worse after it was known who was leaving the company. It was evident. When she stepped in a room, everyone either shut up or changed their conversation drastically -and she had been there long enough to tell when the conversation made no sense because they weren't talking about that since the beginning. And it got even worse with the people at her level, throwing condescending looks at her because she managed to get her staff intact, because she thought she was "better than them".

It didn't matter how uncomfortable she had to feel, it was the price to pay for her position. Being one of the managers, and at the same time the daughter of the one in charge of everyone, wasn't an easy task. Definitely not emotionally.

She remembered a few years back, when she first joined the company as a normal agent, and as soon as it was known whose daughter she was, when she drove almost every day back home while crying, barely able to see through the blurry vision. She stepped inside the office and she was alone. Her supervisors gave her the cold treatment because they knew she would receive a promotion no matter what, her colleagues ignored her because they only saw her name and not how she was carrying the work of the whole team on her back. And just when it all started getting better, everything was going back to that dark place she thought she managed to leave. With the only difference that she grew some thicker skin, evolving those tears into some unexplainable rage and some muttering nonsense that she hissed to herself until she closed the door to her penthouse.

And that day would be no different. She kept ranting while being stuck in traffic, saying out loud everything she wasn't allowed to say back in the office because she was expected to keep her composure.

—Y'all think you could do my work better than me... Fine, take it. I'm so fucking done at this point —she huffed, rolling her eyes as her hands worked on the wheel—. Jesus fucking Christ, why couldn't my dad just let me stay at home and be a proper daddy's girl? Why do you —she pointed at her reflection in the rear view— also need to prove anything? Seriously.

At that point she was more upset at herself than her situation. She hated how weak she felt, how she allowed those looks and unheard comments get to her, when she had no reason to let them all get over her mood like that.

—And why did I even agree to go on that date now? —she sobbed, getting inside— You're so dumb, really.

It wasn't like it was going to be something new. That guy probably would try to shoot his shot, try his luck with her while being an ass, and probably would run away as soon as he saw that wouldn't work with her.

She was too busy talking to herself, regretting her decisions, to be able to calculate the moves of her car properly. Before she was able to, a cracking sound was heard above the music that was playing on the radio, making her heart stop almost instantly.

If she doubted things could get any worse, there was the confirmation that indeed they could. She moved the wheel all over again, redirecting her car and giving it more space to fit into the space, just seeing the black paint of her car on the orange column. Her heart stopped when she got out, to check the disaster her distractions made. And right at the worst time, because she had just enough money to make it through the month. That repair was something she probably wouldn't be able to handle anytime soon.

"Why couldn't this happen last month?"

San had his two hands in his pockets, overhearing Wooyoung and Mingi bickering on each of his sides, using him as a shield whenever the other got too heated up in the conversation.

—I'm just saying you always choose what we eat when we go out —Mingi complained.

—That's not true. Last time it was San the one choosing.

—But San's are always a good pick. We ended up in McDonald's because you insisted on going to the empty Greek restaurant.

—Because we always eat the same —Wooyoung replied back, stepping forward to be able to see Mingi.

—There are a lot of Greek restaurants in Boston, and you took us to the worst one —his index accused him, pointing towards his face to remark the fact that their lunch was more expensive because of him.

—Didn't we eat already? —San sighed, stepping in to put a stop to an argument that had been going for way too long— Wooyoung could have no idea it was a shitty place, it's not his fault. It's already done, so let's just enjoy the rest of the day.

—Thank you —he applauded, dedicating him a complicit smile.

He could understand Mingi's annoyance. With his scholar salary, Mingi made enough to pay the bills and treat himself to something every once in a while. It was fair he was annoyed because he spent that part of his money on food he didn't even like. But blaming Wooyoung for it wouldn't change things. He didn't make them eat there on purpose, San knew he was already feeling guilty even if he hid it with that sassy attitude that got both of them on their nerves sometimes. He was certain his friend was already thinking of a way to make it up for them, even if there wasn't anything to really make up for.

—What if I buy you some ice cream? —Wooyoung walked in front of San, now standing between the two.

—Ice cream? Do you think I'm six? —Mingi inquired, frowning at the suggestion— Ice cream and I pick what we watch on TV today.

—Aren't the boys coming over tonight though? —San reminded, sure that both of them had mentioned how the group would reunite in their apartment.

—That's true —Wooyoung gasped.

—Then tomorrow. I pick what we watch tomorrow.

San couldn't help but smile when he realized the argument came to an end with Wooyoung wrapping one of his arms around Mingi's neck and ghosting his stomach with the bandaged one, while he just tried to keep walking and get away from his embrace -even if that meant dragging him on their way to the ice cream shop.

He was immersed in the silence that peace brought, at least until Mingi spoke again.

—San...

—Hmm? —he barely lifted his head to him.

—Isn't that your girlfriend?

Girlfriend? What girlfriend?

San looked confused at him, frowning while his friend just gave him a concerned look before he pointed to one spot in concrete to redirect San's eyes there.

All the muscles in his body tensed when he indeed saw Y/n from afar, trying to think of the best way to get out of there smoothly, but just being able to damn himself for ever bringing up that she was ever his girlfriend.

He understood why his friends were looking at him like that. Meters away, Y/n was smiling cozily to another taller man, tilting her head as they talked. To them that looked suspicious, and it made complete sense from their perspective.

—No, it's not —San assured—. The ice cream shop is in that direction.

—Sannie, that is your girlfriend —Wooyoung confirmed—. She just... cut her hair?

At that moment was when he regretted showing him a better picture of Y/n, where it was easier to spot her features. He never thought they'd ever come across her in the middle of the street, he actually never thought he'd see her or talk to her ever again, but there she was.

Either he did something, or he'd have to give a lot of explanations after Wooyoung pulled a scene. Which was something bound to happen by the way Y/n and that boy kept getting closer.

Y/n looked at Oliver, finding herself surprised at the way everything turned out quite well. He picked a coffee shop to have a good chat, crowded enough for her to feel comfortable, but not that crowded so they wouldn't be able to keep up with what the other said. And he was also a ten physically, with those big green eyes that made his caramel short hair stand out. He was the best thing that happened to her on that awful day, and it was a reality that she'd go on a second date with him if he ever talked with her again after they parted ways in a matter of minutes.

—Before I forget, thanks for the flowers.

—What flowers? —he asked, with a timid smile.

—Oh, it wasn't you? —she frowned.

He shook his head again, leaving her back not knowing who was the person behind them. Although it wasn't like she genuinely cared about it. It probably was someone in the company playing with her.

Oliver stepped a bit closer, making it clear at that point what his intentions were.

Her tongue moved over her lower lip, moistening it up and getting ready for something that was obvious to happen. Their heads moved to link their lips together, there was no way that anything could ruin that.

But oh, how wrong she was.

She wasn't allowed to advance much more, before her lips collided against a dry and soft surface, opening her eyes wide to find a different face receiving a kiss on the cheek.

—What the fuck is wrong with you? —Oliver pushed the boy away from them.

But he held onto Y/n's arm, pulling her to him while she just tried to get rid of his grip. She stopped resisting when he finally turned to her completely. Confusion, shock and panic slowly left her body to be replaced by rage.

—You —she squinted her eyes at him.

—I need you. Just one second —he begged.

—Do you know him? —Oliver questioned.

His expression totally changed in a matter of seconds. That cute and soft smile was gone, and he was giving her a furrowed look, filled with annoyance. His tone was also harsh on her, as if she was the one to blame for what happened.

—Yeah, but...

San held her arm, with a desperate grip that wasn't that hard to hurt her. He just wanted her to follow him inside the coffee show she was standing outside of, away from the curious looks his friends were probably giving them.

—What are you doing? —she finally asked, getting away from his fingers when they reached the corridor to the restrooms— One day you disappear, and the other you get in the middle of a kiss? What's wrong with you?

—I know I messed it up big time with you. I know I have no right to ask anything from you, but I seriously need your help.

Y/n scoffed, thinking he had to be playing with her. San wasn't actually asking her a favor after basically ghosting her for no reason, wasn't he?

—My friends think you're my girlfriend —he informed her quickly—. I didn't know what to say when they caught me talking with you. And now they saw you with that other guy, while thinking you're still dating me, and...

—And why didn't you tell them we broke up? —she asked, lifting one of her eyebrows— I don't know, make something up. I bet they're more than used to it.

He couldn't blame her for being mad at him for ignoring her, and he wasn't surprised at the idea she got of him after he disappeared out of fear. The obvious answer from her was that he was a player, who texted her until it stopped being fun to jump onto the next one.

—If I tell them we broke up, they'll be a pain in the ass about it.

First girlfriend, and it barely lasted a month. He could already hear Wooyoung's and Mingi's comments while teasing him.

—Remind me how that's my problem?

—Pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for today —he asked her.

—To be your what? —she cackled— Are you insane?

Before she was able to reject him a second time, San sank to his knees in front of her, making some of the tables near the corridor, and those who were able to witness what was going on, turn to them.

—I'll do whatever you want —he assured her—. Just tell me what you need.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head while trying to keep him from rubbing that soft spot she had that'd lead her to blindly help others.

He didn't deserve it.

—I'll return the subscriptions if you want. But please...

—The subscriptions? —she suddenly asked.

If he gave her back that money, she'd be able to pay for the repair of the car with no problems.

San gave her hopeful eyes as he looked up to her after her question. He didn't know that linking their pupils together could be the biggest mistake for her, but she still dropped her gaze, trying to let him know that she wouldn't do it.

Who in their sane mind would help someone to convince his friends they were dating when he ghosted her weeks back? It made no sense.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 3

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes

Chapter warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation (female and male)

Ever since that first day, the conversations between them were quite frequent. Y/n had a type of attraction he just couldn't resist. Maybe it was the way she wrote those messages, letting her personality get through each one of the words that popped on his screen. She was charismatic and funny, she just made it easy for him to talk to. He usually never felt that way with anyone. Even at times, it took him a bit out of him to keep conversations with Wooyoung or Mingi -although they were his closest friends.

Not with Y/n though.

As soon as she felt the conversation was close to dying, she brought up a new topic onto it to keep it alive. And he followed easily, wanting as much as her to keep the conversation going. She was the perfect balance of sexy and friendly. There were some times she'd flirt or send something with a double meaning, but she was also interesting.

By the way she talked, San could tell her job was no joke. She had mentioned a few times how her team had her back whenever she needed, but still wasn't allowed to take a breath whenever she was too overwhelmed by work.

Y/n: You make me feel so comfortable though. I really like talking to you (leaving your videos aside)

San: You also make me feel great. I don't have it easy to connect with people, but it goes so natural with you

Y/n: I can't buy that. You seem quite easy-going.

San: Only in the videos.

San: In real life I'm too reserved

San: I think you're the only person who knows my secret, but that's also been able to connect with the real me

Y/n smiled, touched by those words and the meaning behind them. It wasn't only a cool friendship they had going on, both of them built a connection safe enough to be their real selves. And something about San opening so much to her made her feel privileged.

In a world where everything happened at the speed of light, and where everyone is way too impatient to let things build up, she met someone who adapted to her pace and with whom she felt compatible with. Of course she was attracted to him due to Soundleasure, but something about San felt so unique and completely different from all the other boys she tried to date, that she just felt encouraged to keep building that connection through the screen.

He helped her to disconnect whenever she was too stressed, but he was also becoming part of her day. To the point where she'd feel weird if she didn't talk to him at all.

If she thought San was only attractive in those videos, he proved her wrong by the way he acted so charming and close the more they talked. She always gave up the idea of sending him a text, convincing herself that she'd lose interest as soon as he seemed approachable enough -or as soon as he felt comfortable enough to show his true colors. But she was so mistaken. It was like he threw a hook on her, and every time he pulled her in, she got more attached.

And completely in order to get more hooked, she sent him the username of the chatting app she used the most.

Y/n: I think it'd be more comfortable if we talk somewhere else

He didn't have that app, but he still downloaded and created a new account just to be able to keep talking with her somewhere else that wasn't the porn site he worked in.

She looked through the crystal walls of her office, checking how everyone was working focused on their computers, except for the two people of always. Jeremy and Allen were a pain in the ass for her when it came to keeping their focus -or their asses- on their chairs, but they were effective with everything related to dealing with suppliers or finding solutions. And, at the end of the day, that was what mattered the most for her.

Her phone buzzed at the top of her desk, making her reach for it without moving her gaze from the screen of her computer, as she scrolled down the reports she had asked her team to prepare for the closing week.

It shifted fast when she saw San's text on a different notification to the one she was used to. Her smile was tempting her face to make it widely known how happy she was, but she held back, pressing her lips together as hard as she was able to to control herself.

Not only was it more comfortable to talk there, but she also had wanted to send him a pic so he could know what she looked like -and, if she was lucky, he'd also let her see whether his voice went along with his looks.

She couldn't send a picture taken at the exact moment, but she sent one of the most recent ones. She actually remembered how she sent that same picture to Jordan before they had a date, and it made her momentarily shrink on the spot, before she tapped over the "send" button.

—Y/n —she heard her name being called by a soft and thin voice.

When she looked up, she could see the head of her secretary peeking through the crystal door, before Y/n motioned her to step inside.

—Here's the inventory of this month —Jennifer handed her a file with several pages.

—Great —Y/n nodded—. Could you also send it to my email? I want to have a digital copy of this.

And of everything.

Maybe it was just a fad, but ever since started working she always needed to have all the information on both formats. Just in case something happened, she could always count on one or the other.

While Jennifer nodded, Y/n's phone buzzed again. Her smile was instant as she opened the text and saw his picture.

His head was covered by the gray hood he had on, but she could still see some of his black locks falling on each side of his face, almost reaching his marked cheekbones. His brown eyes were narrow, but they had such a kind look, that it balanced perfectly the contrast of the two. His jaw, almost covered by the piece of clothing, was sharp and angular -the perfect line to move her lips across, and she could also spot some hidden freckles on the side of his neck. His heart-shaped full lips had a pale pink color, that she was sure turned a dark strawberry tone after a good make out session.

That man not only had the charisma, he also had the looks. And she had been lucky enough to have him replying back to her first text days back.

—Shit. Yes —she cheered.

Jennifer, who was making her way to the door, turned to Y/n, dedicating her superior a confused look by her ecstatic voice.

—The numbers are great —Y/n tried to play it cool, reducing it to the file she had just been handed—. Good job —she praised, raising her thumb until her secretary left her office with a forced smile.

San giggled when she praised him, telling him how good he looked and how he had no business hiding all of that. And he thought the same way of her. Rewatching the picture she had sent, he bit his lip. Her eyes were shining with a malicious brightness that he was dying to discover, her lips were stretched on a gentle smile that contrasted with it, but at the same time added a lot of personality to her gaze. Her short hair was spread under her over the mattress, making him guess it probably was no longer than shoulder-length. Despite the mischievous aura surrounding her, there was some child-like attitude.

He was so thankful to have felt so socially pressed to look through his phone to be aware of her text...

—San, we're playing, leave your phone for a damned second —Wooyoung called him out.

Feeling called out, he saved his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, going back into the present.

Saturdays were always a chill time for the group. Since both Mingi and Wooyoung had the weekends off, and San clearly did -since he was still studying-, they moved their game day towards the end of the week. All of them sat around in their living room, putting the shades down so the room would be dark enough, and starting the video console to spend the rest of the evening in front of the TV.

—I don't want either of you on my team —Wooyoung concluded.

—Wait, why? —Mingi complained.

—Fine. I didn't want to be in it either —San muttered, turning to the bigger screen.

—What did you say? —Wooyoung grabbed him by the sleeve of his black t-shirt.

—Here we go again —Yunho sighed through the speaker of their headphones.

While it was something new for the people who had just joined the group by Wooyoung -and that weren't exactly surprised by his teasing after meeting him at work-, Mingi, Yeosang and Yunho knew that bickering would probably last from five to ten minutes until they realized everyone was waiting for them to start playing.

—Let's do it like this —Hongjoong talked—. San, Mingi and Jongho go with me. And Seonghwa, Yeosang and Yunho go with Wooyoung.

—Why aren't you going with me? —Seonghwa complained through the speaker.

—But I wanted to team up with Yunho —Mingi grumbled.

San's back rested against the couch, as he stretched his legs on the wooden floor. He knew that game would take some long fifteen minutes to kick off.

Y/n dropped her back over her long gray chaise longue, letting out a sigh as she bent slightly to support her hands over the backrest. Not even the good sight of the city of Boston was relaxing her. Actually, seeing her reflection on the big windows was a reminder of how exhaustion took a toll on the way she looked towards the end of the day.

Her feet were still hurting, and although she took off her heels as soon as she crossed the door, before walking down the two steps at the entrance, she could feel her foot bridge having the same curvature it was forced to have due to her shoes.

She started undressing herself, getting rid of the white shirt that was tugged in her plaid pants first. Her body was craving a good long relaxing bath, and she was going to give it to herself.

Although the silence she was looking forward to was interrupted by the sound of a notification on her phone, making her whine at the thought of it being an emergency in the company. Unlike what she expected, her smile took no longer than a second to appear.

San: Sorry for the late reply. I was with my friends.

San: They take the "No phones" rule a bit too seriously.

Y/N: It's alright. I wouldn't have been able to answer back either. It was a crazy day.

Upstairs, she left her phone on the black double marble sink, taking off the rest of her clothes to put it inside the laundry basket -that was hidden in one of the drawers under the sink. The environment was heating up and getting a bit heavier by the mist created by the hot water running down into her bathtub.

It was that level of humidity and warmth that her body was craving for.

She dragged the slim metallic support that she only used to keep her phone near in case someone texted or called her, breaking her peace that she so much adored. That day she wouldn't care though. She moved the support, and placed her phone and a small towel in the middle, in hopes that San would keep texting her throughout her bath.

A gasp broke the silence when she first sneaked her tiptoe inside hot water, surprised by the difference of temperature, but slowly feeling invited to dig her whole body inside until only her head was left out.

Maybe a cup of wine would've made it better, but she remembered it way too late to prepare it.

She smirked when the sound of a new notification echoed in the silence of her bathroom, barely giving it a few seconds before she was putting both of her arms out to dry her hands and pick the phone.

San: Busy day?

Y/n: You have no idea. I could only see the end of it

San: Are you back home already?

Y/n: Yup. And the first thing I did was prepare a good bath.

San laid on his back in his bed, trying to control the several images that were going through his head at that moment.

San: Quite rude of you to rub it on my face

And she was planning to take it a bit further. Placing her phone a bit over her head, she took a picture, showing off the way her knees slightly peeked over the white foam, that made a relaxing noise that almost made her fall asleep a few times.

He sat quickly on his bed, making the blankets move to his hips, as he looked at the picture she just had sent. She was teasing him in the most unfair ways he could think of.

Y/n: Do you think we could call? I'm scared of the phone slipping at any time

In a way, it was true. She wasn't that clumsy, but she knew she was risking it a bit too much by having a conversation with San while being neck deep in a bath. It'd only bad for her phone, and she could perfectly picture the moment it slipped through her fingers through the foam.

Instead of answering, San directly called her. He didn't know it was possible to make phone calls through apps where they didn't share their phone numbers, until Y/n mentioned the one she used.

After sliding her finger to answer her phone, and put the speaker on, she left it back on the support.

The first few seconds were in silence. Neither of them were brave enough to take the step of speaking first.

—So, is the bath actually relaxing you?

Y/n smiled at the question, a bit surprised by how gentle his voice sounded. She was used to the raspy thick voice he used in his videos, but she also liked the way his thinner tone sounded so charming and close.

—Yeah, it is —she smiled—. I was dying for this —she admitted, letting her head fall back towards the edge of the tub.

—I think I need one, too.

—Why? Game day went wrong? —she joked.

—Well, sometimes it's complicated. And they also are quite good at getting on my nerves —his comment made her giggle—. But it's more because of the pic you sent. That spot in front of you looked empty.

—Are you volunteering to fill it up? —Y/n teased, closing her eyes as she spoke— I should warn you: it's not easy to earn that spot.

San moved his head back, resting it against the wall as he tried to stop the images that were going through his head and that were keeping him from talking.

—You're always saying I'm the one who should earn things —he answered back—, but I think you're the one who should convince me of what's so special about it.

He sounded so calm, but he was freaking out at the sound of the water moving. San could only picture how the water was at the perfect height to have the layer of foam covering her body, teasing him enough the humid valley of her breasts perking through.

Her skin was heating up, probably reaching temperatures higher than the ones in the water as she thought of the several ways she could please his words.

—Are you going to play hard to get? —Y/n asked.

—I know that's more your thing —he chuckled—, but it's just fair you tell me why you want me so bad there.

—I want to fuck you.

San almost choked on his spit as how straightforward she was, feeling his dick twitch in his boxers in reaction.

For her, there was no point in sugarcoating it. Not even two days back she was masturbating again to one of his latest videos, and there was a reason why she made sure to keep a conversation as she bathed -when she considered it her peaceful and silent time. She did want him, and it was the only thing she could think about ever since he sent her a picture of him.

—So hard that the water keeps leaking out until we make a mess on the floor —her hand ventured past her knee, moving down to her inner thigh—, ride you so good that the water keeps splashing everywhere. Does that sound convincing enough?

His hand sneaked inside his pants, palming his growing bulge over the fabric of his boxers as he tried to regain some consciousness back after everything she said. But there was no turn back, and she didn't want it either.

—You'd look so good taking my cock —he groaned, lowering her pants and boxers enough just to set his boner free.

The image of her wet curves bouncing against him, with some bits of foam rolling down her skin, as she moaned her lungs out with every move of her hips was replaying in his head like a video, taking him far from his room and back exactly to where she was.

—You want to feel me deep, don't you? —his voice sounded hoarse. There was no trace of the gentle voice he started the phone call with— I will stretch your pussy out, inch by inch, hmm? So fucking good.

San loudly spitted on his hand, before he wrapped himself around his fingers. The sound made her clit throb under her fingerprints, before she flicked two of her fingers, tracing slow circles as she closed her eyes again, resting her head over the edge of the tub.

—While I look at you —she moaned—, because I want you to see how fucked out you make me.

—Fuck —San hissed.

It was insane how turned on he was at just words and an image. Just the idea of that same malicious brightness looking down at him, while he pounded into her, would be enough to make him reach his high within seconds. But he was more eager at the real picture of that moment. Y/n deep down the waters, venturing her hand in between her legs and sliding her fingers through her wet slit, after he made her reach that level. So ready for him, yet so far that it made him groan in frustration.

—Are you touching yourself? —he dared to ask.

It was an assumption after he heard her lowly whimpering, along with the few times the water made a squelching sound in the background.

—Yes —she answered with a thin voice.

—Let me hear you, Y/n —San commanded, moving his hand faster up and down his shaft—. I want to know how much those moans are worth it.

Unlike other times in his videos, his voice sounded more like whispers, low, just like some of his whines were cut off or prolonged in an attempt to control his throat. And, genuinely, there was something so sexy in the way he was so turned on to the point that he had to control himself, that it made her let the first moan set free.

There was no longer teasing, there were no words -at least not other than just a random "Shit" or "Fuck", before either of them changed the paced of their movements, or changed the angle of their positions for their own pleasure. The phone call turned to a mere exchange of moans and background noises that gave out what they were doing.

—Fuck... I'm gonna cum —he hissed through his teeth, feeling the way his dick throbbed on his palm with every move.

—I'm almost there —her back arched, as her other hand tried to find some support on the side of the tub—. Fuck, yes... I'm there.

—Don't stop —he encouraged them both with a whisper.

She reached her high first, feeling her eyes going to the back of her head at the same time her legs instantly closed when that familiar warmth ran over her from head to toe.

Hearing her, admiring the first continuous and loud breathings that just warmed her up for a loud moan that made her voice crack, worked as a button that settled an automatic response in his body, spilling his load over his black t-shirt.

—Oh, shit —he complained.

—What? —Y/n asked with a still shaky voice.

—Wait a moment, I gotta clean myself.

—Don't worry. I'll get out of the tub, too.

The water went from hot to being chill, almost cold. It was already time for her to get out of there.

—I'll text you in five —San assured her.

His gentle voice was back, making her smile at the same time she said goodbye to him, knowing damn well they'd probably spend two hours more talking through texts, the same they had been doing since they started chatting.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 2

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 11 minutes

San sank on his seat, moving his pen up and down, hitting the desk a few times until the click of a tongue made him sit straight on his seat as he dropped the pen next to his notebook. The move of his finger only changed from his pen to the touchpad of his laptop on the right of his notebook.

It was his fault for opting to extend his studies and start a master degree on Computer Science that he didn't exactly need, but that he ended up doing because he didn't feel ready to jump into the wide world of work. So even if he felt bored there, he saw it as an opportunity to expand his resume, and also as extra time to get used to the real world ahead of him.

He silently sighed, looking around to find nothing before he looked back down at his screen, noticing a blue mark popping up on the lower bar. Wooyoung was reminding him and Mingi about the dinner they had agreed on having. But he knew that reminder was mainly directed at him, since Mingi never missed the chance to go out and meet new people.

Ever since Wooyoung joined a new company as an event planner, he kept meeting lots of new people. Although it seemed that he stuck to a pair of new guys in his office that he always hung around during work time.

San wasn't especially delighted about the idea of meeting them that night. He remembered the hard time he had when Mingi decided to introduce his childhood friend, Yunho, to the group, and how hard it was for him to get used to the new guy until they eventually turned closer. Or how uncomfortable it was at first when Wooyoung introduced a classmate, Yeosang, as well until he was a new member of the group.

Yeah, he certainly wasn't looking forward for that night. At least not at that moment, even if he knew that he'd be happy to have attended, just like the past two times.

Woo: You two better not make up any excuses

Woo: We're living together, so don't force me to take my friends to the dorm.

Mingi: I'm broke this month

Woo: San will pay for your stuff

He knew Wooyoung wasn't talking seriously, but it was a way to drag him into the conversation that he knew he was reading. It still made him move uncomfortably on his seat, trying to think how to answer that.

San: You're the one working and the one inviting us. You should pay for his stuff

He would be just as broke as Mingi if it weren't for Soundleasure, although his friends didn't know that.

When they met they were all just starting their degrees, and San still was in a good place that didn't force him to do much to get money to cover up what he needed. His luck was that his parents had a comfortable position that just allowed him to live like that, until he couldn't anymore.

One day, everything changed and San found himself struggling to find a job he'd be able to fit into his schedules until he saw the light with the special channel he opened almost two years back, and that his friends had no idea of. They both saw the set up in his room, shortly after they all moved in together to an apartment close to his college, but they both deduced that San was just trying to make a career as a streamer, and joked how he was failing miserably since he was still going to class. At least it was an explanation he didn't need to give -he was well aware he probably would've had a difficult time finding a good answer if his friends had ever questioned him about it without giving their suspicions away.

He silently picked all of his things as soon as the lecture was over, getting his notebook, his case and his laptop inside his bag before he was one of the firsts leaving the place. It wasn't like he was late or anything, but he just felt better walking to the next class by himself and not being followed by the huge amount of people that would be heading in the same direction after they chose to leave.

There was no explanation to him as to why it was so hard for him to socialize in general. He was quite easy going and cheerful whenever he was around his friends. His only problem was the difficult journey he had to go through to get to that phase, and that seemed more complicated than the four years he spent studying Software Engineering.

He stopped in front of the door to his next class, resting in one of the benches that were placed every few meters across the corridor. It was quite silent and peaceful, until some voices started echoing the place, and he knew more people would surely join his classmates in a matter of minutes -maybe a bit longer if they had stopped in the cafeteria.

Just staring at the white wall made him feel uncomfortable. Not for the fact that it was weird, but it did make him feel like a weirdo for some reason. So he just scrolled through his phone, finding nothing interesting in his socials, and not with enough energy to bicker with Wooyoung -who was still teasing him in the group chat.

So he chose to enter his site, which at first sight seemed like any other random social media. At least his page looked like that because he didn't post any personal videos.

San didn't know if it was his social anxiety acting up, or how uncomfortable he felt just by scrolling down his phone without looking at anything in particular, but he ended up in his general private messages. He always checked those, but it never got his attention. Most of them were greetings, or random emojis or, at most, followers asking for a dedicated video. Until he found a message that was sent the previous night.

Swancruelly was a username he had never seen in his dms before, but it sounded familiar for some reason. It wasn't until he clicked on their profile that he was aware of how long they had been following him: almost one year and a half. They were following him when he still bothered to look at every new subscriber he got, excited at how people enjoyed his work -but also at the amount of money it meant he'd get at the end of the week.

"Good video... But maybe next time you could have my moans in it"

He read the text, and read it again. And smirked at how they used the verb "can", as in a possibility for him rather than them, instead of "should". The difference was minimal from afar, but looking at it in a closer perspective made him feel attracted to it. He felt as if that person was the one he had to lust after, instead of them lusting after him.

Soundleasure: Hmm sounds like an interesting proposal

Soundleasure: But I'm afraid I'll need some time to think about it.

Y/n felt her phone buzzing over the meeting table, making some eyes turn to her as the sound was loud enough to overlap with her boss' voice for those who were sitting closer to her. Ignoring those looks, she just reached for her phone, frowning at the notification that popped up at the top of her screen, along with several emails and unread messages.

It just didn't seem real to see that text coming from him, and it had her blankly staring at her screen until she called her own attention and started typing.

Y/n: Hope it's not too much time. I have a lot of offers to consider.

—Y/n —her name sounded so serious when it came out of the well suited man heading the table, that it instantly made her sit straight in her place and look up to him—. I was asking about the issue with the suppliers.

Although her mind briefly focused on the mysterious man that made her lose her mind -and a few hundred bucks monthly-, she managed to head back to the meeting, adopting her serious professional persona as soon as she was aware of the topic of discussion.

—I contacted them earlier, and they said the issue should be solved by Friday. They were waiting on another material to be able to send the whole thing, but it seems like they'll be getting it tomorrow, and production will be back to normal.

—Great —her boss sighed—. The dealerships have been blasting my phone for the past two weeks, and they were getting tired of hearing nothing. So it's good to know. Thank you, Y/n. Anything on the new model? —he changed the topic again.

She managed to be somewhat alert on what they were saying, in case it'd end up with her speaking up again, but she couldn't help but tap over her screen so it'd light up, finding nothing but the same old notifications.

Soon when everything was done and everyone was getting ready to leave, she was stopped by an authoritative voice calling her name. Most of her colleagues left the room without looking back. They weren't really worried about her, because they knew the man behind her wouldn't do much, other than raising his eyebrow and remind her where she was.

It wasn't like it happened frequently.

Well, at least not for the same reason of that day.

—Close the door —he commanded, placing his hands on his hips—. What should I do with you? —he sighed, relaxed once they were left alone.

—I was just checking a text —she replied back—. They don't know what it is about. Besides, I work more than all of them combined. Also, they'll think this position was gifted to me either way, as if I hadn't worked my ass to be where I am...

—Y/n.

—... I've given up on holidays, I've done countless of extra hours, I've covered for some of their fuck ups. They have no right...

After being warned to stop talking and paying zero attention to the warning look and the amount of times he called her name, she was forced to stop talking when a hand covered her mouth.

—Stop —he arched his eyebrows—. Let others speak.

He could see by the way her frown deepened how annoyed she was by that. He knew her enough to know that was the only way to get her to shut up whenever she rushed talking and entered a cycle that would have no end.

—I know better than anyone else how hard you work constantly. I'm aware, and you don't need to remind me —he let go of her, poking his hands inside his pockets—. But you also need to understand you're equal to others, and I have to call you out when you do things wrong. And what you did earlier was wrong.

—Okay, but you don't know what the text was about —she shrugged—. It could be related to that problem with the providers that absolutely no one was able to solve.

—Oh, so you smile like that whenever you talk to the person that sends us the alloys? Good to know —he sighed, looking at her again—. I'm just doing it for your own good. One day, all of this will be yours, and I want all the assholes out there to respect you the same way they respect me. You're here for your hard work, but for them you're here because you're daddy's girl —he mocked the last two words—. You're doing a good job. I'm just saying you should outline some more details.

Finally giving in, she sighed while placing hers hands on her hips, exhausted over that discussion, but at the same time finding it useful. Her father was right, even if both of them didn't like it. The people from her own team, and those who were sharing a table with her earlier, didn't think of her further than the boss' daughter. It didn't matter how much work she did, or the amount of effort she poured into every detail, she was always overlooked. And the last thing those people needed were excuses to back up their annoying attitude.

—I'll do my best —she assured him—. But if I were them, I wouldn't play around either. They know one day I'll be the one in the lead, and I could kick their asses away.

—Yeah, you're not going to do that —he grimaced, gently smiling at her.

—You're right, I wouldn't do that. But all those free snacks in the kitchen... puff —she moved her hands in the air, mimicking objects vanishing.

—Seriously... —he chuckled, walking with her to the door— Just behave, show them all the great woman I've raised.

For some reason, that comment made her giggle softly and twist her body a bit, which meant she had to make an even bigger effort to hide the fact that they both had a father-daughter conversation, rather than a boss-employee one.

Their ways broke as they both headed to their own offices. Her father walked straight through the corridor, to hide behind the big black door that was secured by the table of his secretary, while she went in the opposite direction, breathing deeply when she finally closed the door to hers. She took her blazer off, hanging it over the coat rack at the left of the door, before she made her way behind her desk.

Moaning, she hid her face among her arms, curled over the surface, to enjoy the bit of darkness she wasn't allowed to due to the sunny day and the wide windows at her left.

Just like it happened with his videos, his texts also seemed to come in whenever she needed them, because her phone buzzed in the palm of her hand, making her raise her eyes over her forearm to check her screen.

Soundleasure: You were the one who sent the first text

Y/n bit her lip, holding back the excited smile -even if there was no one to hide it from. She didn't know what was the most exciting part of the whole thing. It wasn't like she had gone too much time without a similar conversation -similar in the sense of it being with a male, only, because in regards of attraction, it couldn't compare. Maybe it was the fact that, after a year and a half, she was finally talking to the voice of her pleasure.

Y/n: Because you got my attention. Imagine how lucky you are.

Soundleasure: So among all those convos, you still chose to get out of your way to reach out to me. I feel privileged.

Y/n: You should be! Now I have four more channels fighting for me. You're on a countdown.

Soundleasure: That sounds like a lot of negotiation to do, and I'm awful at that.

Y/n: I'm quite easy to convince.

Y/n: Maybe I shouldn't have said that

Soundleasure: To make the negotiation work, I should know the name of the person who's offering her moans.

Soundleasure: You know, just to make sure it is as sexy as the moans you're promising.

Y/n: I thought you'd have rathered to keep the mystery for a bit more... Y/n, that's my name.

Y/n: What about you, Soundleasure?

Soundleasure: San.

San smiled shortly, soon going back to the neutral look when he reminded he was still in class, surrounded by people and with the teacher a few meters away from him. He looked down at his phone, rereading the chat.

Y/n is definitely a name he could imagine himself moaning to.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 1

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 12 minutes

Chapter warnings: Audio porn, camboy, female masturbation, explicit talk

He looked at her with a weird smirk, that far from being cute and attractive made him look like an even bigger asshole. It wasn't like she was too into him when they started texting, but at least she wasn't disgusted by him like she was then.

She didn't care about picking him up at the station, when it was late at night, mainly because he had previously told her he was new in the city and he still didn't know how to move well around. And she also was able to laugh it off when he whistled at her from afar when she walked past him, instead of just calling out her name. Y/n could shrug it off, and blame it on him being new on dating apps and just meeting new people in general.

But there was something off around his vibes.

And she should've run when he started mentioning how desperate people in those dating apps were, and how lonely they should feel in their lives to recur to meeting strangers and trusting them. He had a point there. She shouldn't have trusted his nice talk at all, because that way she wouldn't have been in the uncomfortable moment she was in.

They both were walking next to each other, while Y/n grasped the fabric inside the pockets of her jacket while trying to hold herself back from giving a bad look or a bad response. Maybe he was just nervous, and he was just trying to break the ice between them.

—Shall we get in somewhere? —he suggested, walking past the line of several restaurants.

—I'm not really hungry —she shook her head, dropping a small nervous smile.

—Me neither —Jordan scoffed—. Let's just get something to drink somewhere. It's too cold to be walking around.

When his lips curved, and she was able to see his crooked teeth with a gentle smile, she chose to give it another chance. He was cute looking, with his tanned skin and his gleaming green eyes. She was being too harsh on him after just fifteen minutes.

Y/n insisted on going somewhere else when he stopped in front of an establishment with wide crystal walls that allowed to see the decoration inside. Although it seemed like a pub at first glance, she spotted some people sitting on the tables having pizzas and pasta. And even the empty tables had the cutlery placed in front of each chair, for the moment someone would take those seats. Despite her mentioning it probably wasn't the type of place they were looking for, Jordan carried on, convincing her that they'd be allowed to only have a drink.

Five minutes later after sitting and being handed the menu, she moved her eyes up at him.

—Let's get something to eat. We can share a pizza if you like —he closed his menu, pointing at hers with his chin—. Pick whatever you like.

—Are you sure? —she asked, eyeing the different types of pizzas they were offering— Is there something you don't like?

Her question was genuine. Because even though Jordan already said it was her choice, she wanted to pick something he'd be fine with eating.

He shook his head, and assured her he ate anything that was served in front of him. Still, she went for something safe and asked for a Pepperoni pizza when the waiter stopped by their table to take their order. Although Y/n would've hoped he had stayed for a bit longer when silence knocked at their table.

The darkness outside didn't allow her to see further than her own reflection on the window, but it was better than looking at Jordan's uncomfortable face as he found nothing to talk about. And it'd have been like that on the way to the bay if she hadn't brought up random topics, like asking for how long he had been in Boston and what was the reason that took him there. She wasn't the outgoing type, but she still found the way to build a conversation to fill the silence. She was showing some type of interest.

She couldn't say the same about him, when she found the lighting of his phone illuminating his face, after she turned to him.

She still gave it a pass. There was no point in discarding someone only because he was shy.

Jordan was also weird. After saying he didn't have a problem with any type of food, she found him taking the slices of pepperoni from his half of the pizza, and even poked into the cheese with his fork to take the remaining. And seeing him struggling with his food made her feel bad, because maybe she should've opted for a more basic option so his dinner wouldn't be ruined.

She regretted those thoughts three seconds later.

—I thought you said you weren't hungry —he commented, after she was done with her half.

Biting her tongue, she held back any type of rude response. Her eyebrows frowned slightly though, confused by the comment, and unable to know what she should answer to that.

They'd pay for that food anyway, was she expected to take a slice and then leave the rest of her half there?

She just giggled the comment away, moving her eyes over the restaurant and stopping at the TV placed at the corner where the counter ended. She had never been interested in football, but that day it seemed like the best entertainment for the night. Only moving her eyes back to her table when Jordan called her attention, after hearing two of the waiters speaking in Italian.

—You said you spoke Italian, right? —he hurriedly asked.

During one of their late night conversations, she did mention she spoke Italian. Not a big amount though. Just enough to keep a simple conversation, after being able to learn some words and understand the way their grammar worked after her ex-boyfriend explained it to her. Not like it was useful though, because when they went to Milan to meet his grandparents she barely used the language. Mattia adopted the role of the translator without giving her a chance to speak once.

—Well, I said I knew some words —she nervously smiled—. That's quite different.

—Why don't you ask for the bill in Italian? I bet they'll think it's pretty cool.

Or they'll think she's a dumbass mocking them.

She had nothing to lose though. She could give it a try, and not step inside that restaurant a single time again in her life.

Her pronunciation was poor, and she struggled with the words when the pressure of having all those eyes on her finally kicked her. And, while the waiter smiled gently and nodded after she was done, she heard a chuckle on her right that activated the last nerve.

—You tried, at least —he kept scoffing, shaking his head and drinking.

Her lips were pressed tight against each other, dying to set free all the mischievous words going through her head, but avoiding to make a scene.

She didn't fight to split the bill, she didn't comment on anything, Y/n just wanted to get back home, delete the dating app and forget that date ever happened.

—I'm not the type to fight. I really don't like violence. But if you're being an asshole, I have to bring you back to reality, you know?

Wow.

What was she even supposed to answer?

Y/n just nodded, seeing the light when she was able to spot her building from afar. But peace wasn't reaching her that easily yet.

She was ready to say goodbye, open the door and never see him again, but he sat at the small stairs that led to her door, lighting a cigarette and keeping the monologue while looking into the distance.

Maybe her skin was way too thin, but she couldn't find the way to feel interested about anything that was coming out of his mouth after what happened in the restaurant. Maybe she had been so hopeless about love after so many failing dates, that she found herself bothered at the slightest thing.

—I guess we'll meet again —he threw the cigarette to the road in between the two vehicles parked in front—. Next time you're the one paying —he reminded her.

—Sure, sure.

Before Jordan was able to hook her in a hug, she walked up the steps, looking for her keys in her bag and opening the door before she finally said goodbye to him.

—Get home safely.

If he expected to get in her bed that night, he'd have a shocking reality check.

A loud sigh and the keys tingling when she dropped them over the green sideboard at the entrance informed of her way back home, having Julius -a black cat with a bit of overweight-, peeking his head over the corner to confirm it was its owner uninterestedly.

After closing the door, she saw the golden hooks she bothered herself to hang so she wouldn't be leaving her keys anywhere. It was cute, and it went perfectly well with the style of the house, but she was so upset over the evening she had, that she couldn't find herself picking up the keys and hanging them there.

She could only pray Julius wouldn't jump over the sideboard and drag her keys to the floor, so he could play until he pushed them under the couch like the last time.

On her way to her room, where she was looking forward to hiding once she reached her bed, she felt her phone buzzing in her hand. Her head fell back with an exasperation moan when she saw the dickpic blasting on her screen.

What was even the reason for that bullshit?

Loverboy6577 shot higher than what he could reach. Well, at least he was straightforward and he wasn't wasting her time.

She snuggled inside her bed, finally taking the decision of deleting her profile and letting go of any possible hook up, or relationship, that could come with it. She wasn't going to be delusional anymore.

Boys just weren't worthy of her time.

At least not any that were at her reach, or realistic to her. That was what she convinced herself of when she found herself smiling excitedly when a notification popped up at the top of her screen over her social media.

*Soundleasure has just posted a video*

Reaching for her earpods inside the drawer of her nightstand, she lied on her back, clicking on the notification to be redirected to his page.

If someone in her circle knew she was wasting money on content like that, she'd probably be judged and dragged to shreds. Fuck, she was the type to laugh at people paying to consume that type of content before she found him through a random video in a porn site -after another failed date, unsurprisingly.

Dating was difficult, love was non-existent for the possible partners she had met. What was the point of wasting money and time going out with them, in exchange of some lame sex, when she could enjoy herself with a sexy voice and her own imagination?

When she first met him, it was cheaper. And it wasn't like he had many subscribers either. But his exposure increased with the passing of time, having her little secret increasing the pricing in subscriptions.

When she played the video, she was met with a completely dark screen -something usual from him. It was one of the things that attracted her the most, not being distracted by some random nudes or sex scenes, and being allowed to let the arousal properly build up.

—Was it a hard day today? —he asked.

Y/n's head instantly nodded to his question, feeling like he posted that video purposely for her and her mood, trying to make up for what the rest of the irky males around her made her go through. Although she probably would've been okay with his rough side as well, like some other times. She would've been happy with whatever was the mood of his audio.

—Hmm, does my baby want me to make her feel better? —he rustled softly, caressing her ears so gently that she moved her head to the side, as if he was actually next to her.

His breathing was light, before the sound of his pecks came. At some point she swore she could even feel his lips against her skin, washing the tension away with every kiss.

—I'll make it better, babe —he assured through the mic—. Let me kiss you.

She loved his content, but that part always took her out, turning her into a giggling ball while cringing over the sound of his lips trying to mimic the sound of a wet kiss, gasping for air with every move. It helped her to get an idea of what his lips looked like though. They probably were a pale pink, adopting a darker tone after a make out session that could suck their souls.

He proceeded to describe how he moved down her neck, worshiping every centimeter of exposed skin in her body until he reached the elastic of her panties. She could perfectly picture a pair of fierce eyes looking over her mount, before he asked:

—Can I take it off?

Along with his audio, her pants and panties were long gone under the sheets, going in sync with his voice.

—Look at you, so wet already —he groaned.

The mix of his heavy breathing, mixed to the wet sounds coming from her core when she slipped her fingers through her slit, almost made her back arch.

All her hairs raised when she heard his breathing cutting off before he sucked on something, skillfully moving his tongue and sucking his lips onto her hard button -that was trapped in the slow circles two of her fingers kept tracing.

—You taste so good —his words were followed by another open-mouthed kiss—. I'll make you feel alright. I gotcha, babe.

He spitted, making her tiptoes curl when she imagined his spit rolling down her folds before he sank his face into her core again. Her fingers kept moving over her clit, mimicking the twirls of his tongue, wishing for the millionth time that it wasn't only an audio, but a reality.

—Cum on my tongue. I'll make you cum on my cock after.

Along with his voice and his sounds, her back arched and her pussy clenched around nothing as she allowed the pleasure to invade her after he motioned her to cum.

She still went on with the audio, touching herself to mimic the situation he was settling for her, trying to make it as real and vivid as possible while she heard his groans and moans when he slipped his cock in her. It was insane for her how he was able to have her moaning, pressing her thighs together when she finger fucked herself while listening to his whimperings and praises.

There was only one problem there, and it was that she bet her moans would sound perfectly mixed with his in that audio, while they did in real life what he was promising in the video.

Maybe it was her low self-esteem for the night acting up, or maybe her brain was still fried by the two orgasms he helped her having, but she only felt encouraged to enter his profile while she was still recovering, unstable breathing while she tried to type a message for him.

Usually, he just seemed so out of reach. Soundleasure was a thing, she forgot he was even a person after cumming. He was just content that she consumed, because she felt lonely and needy, and no real man would make her reach her high the way he did with his voice only. But it didn't seem like she thought like that that night.

"Good video... But maybe next time you could have my moans in it" she wrote in his private message.

Y/n didn't want to think about it too deeply after sending it. If he answered, good. If he didn't, then he'd keep being that content she consumed randomly at night when loneliness knocked at her door.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 4

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 19 minutes

Chapter warnings: Dirty talk, online sex, masturbation (female and male), tongue play

San huffed, throwing his head as he winked after Mingi and Wooyoung had tried to settle a blind date for him. He didn't know the girl. In fact, they didn't even share a picture of her or talked to him about her before, but still expected him to go out of his way to meet with someone he could have nothing in common, other than the fact she knew Hongjoong -after working with him- and seemed as pressured as he was to meet someone.

—You always say the same thing —Wooyoung insisted—. You don't even know the girl, so why are you so quick to turn her down?

He stuttered, trying to think of a good reason.

Actually, he didn't have any good reason to turn her down. There was no reason, but it was a solid choice.

—I don't want to waste time with someone I don't know —he concluded—. If she wants to find someone to date, try to convince someone else. Why don't you go? —the attention shifted to Mingi.

The taller friend, who joined the conversation and added pressure to San just for the laughs, ended up snuggling on the couch, minding his business while scrolling through his phone, until karma went back for him.

—Unlike you, I actually go out and meet people by myself. Thanks for the worries, bud —he lifted his thumb, slowly moving his hand to show the middle finger to his friend.

Wooyoung's eyes shifted back to San, giving him that insistent look that got on his nerves. They were close, he loved him, but he swore he'd punch him on the face whenever he gave him that look.

—What's so hard about it that you can't do it? She won't bite. I bet she's open to dating, and will be willing to deal with your weird ass.

—If she has people setting her up with someone, that must be for something —San got up from the floor, determined to leave the living room.

—Actually, it's Hongjoong's doing. I don't know how we got to that point in the conversation, but he mentioned that since you're so closed to new people, it could be easier if we're the ones introducing girls to you. He said she's the only one on his contacts that seems to be single —Wooyoung's lips puckered, while shrugging his shoulders, trying to convince San.

—So you're trying to link me with someone Hongjoong has already slept with?

—Hongjoong didn't, he just knows her after he worked with her on a project —he sighed—. Apparently the girl's standards are high and she's difficult as fuck —he muttered to Mingi.

—Right, it's one hundred percent a no —San tried to close the conversation—. Tell Hongjoong I'm fine by myself, and I don't need anyone to set dates for me or any of that stuff. And stop talking about me or my love life with everyone.

San left the living room, closing himself inside his bedroom while Mingi and Wooyoung were both left outside, exchanging confused looks after they were alone.

—You think he might be dating someone already? —Mingi commented, looking at his door.

In a way, it'd make sense. It wasn't like San was completely detached from his phone before, but Wooyoung noticed the way his friend was more aware of his cell whenever he was out of the safe place his room was, to the point where they both had to tell him to leave his phone and spend time with reality. And he was caught a few times smirking or blushing at something while checking his phone, after he received a notification.

If they wanted to know, San wasn't the one they would get their information from.

—I bet he's on his phone right now —Wooyoung sentenced.

Mingi didn't need a clearer way to be told what they were about to do, getting up from the couch with a wide smile. Usually, it was always San and Wooyoung doing that type of thing to him, so it was exciting to join forces against the person that teased him the most.

They both walked together to his door, trying as hard as possible not to make a sound so he wouldn't have time to hide anything before they opened his door.

—What if we don't find anything?

Wooyoung turned to him, smacking his arm silently before he lifted his index to his lips to hush him. If they missed the chance to know what was going on with his friend because Mingi messed up, someone was going to end up with his ass kicked.

—At the count of three, we go in —Wooyoung barely spoke, thinking it'd be enough to just exaggerate his vocalization as some silent noises left his mouth.

—Huh? —Mingi frowned.

—One —Wooyoung said a bit louder, ignoring the confused expression on his friend's face.

—Two, three —Mingi rushed.

Mingi bursted inside the room first, completely ignoring San's face because he had only one target he cared for at that moment. While he trapped his friend's body against the bed, Wooyoung hurried to the other side to snatch the phone away from his hand.

—What are you two doing? —San tried to move under his friend.

Not only was the conversation with Y/n open, his channel also was. He was checking how long he had gone without posting a new video, as he simultaneously spoke with Y/n. His heart started beating fast, pumping against his chest in a way that got to hurt him at some point at the idea of what he did to pay for all of his things.

—Holy shit.

—What? —Mingi raised his head, quickly getting up to stand next to Wooyoung— Fuck. Who's this?

Getting up to confront both of his friends, he tried to take his phone back, but Wooyoung moved it further from his reach with a cocky smile.

—Tell us who she is, and we'll leave —Wooyoung tried to negotiate.

San felt relieved when they showed the profile picture Y/n had on the app they used to chat. Her hair rested over one of her shoulders, while her head was tilted as she smiled for the picture. She looked extra beautiful there.

—It's not your business —San insisted, trying to get his phone again.

—We are your friends —Mingi replied back.

—At this point, I'm reconsidering that.

The sound of the notifications coming in made him freak out, knowing their chat was open and they were causing her texts to be left on read with no response. He knew his friends would not leave until getting a response, he knew it because he had done that as well.

—My girlfriend —San finally answered quickly, with some letters almost stumbling on one another—. She is my girlfriend.

Taking advantage of the way both Mingi and Wooyoung looked shocked at that answer, he snitched his phone back and saved it in the pocket of his baggy pants.

At the end of the day, it wasn't like they'd ever know the truth. Probably Y/n was from a different city, and the possibilities of them running into her were quite unlikely. Neither would be hurted, and also it'd work as a way to push away Mingi and Wooyoung's trials on playing as matchmakers whenever they had the chance. He could only be thankful he always deleted all of their filthy pictures after every conversation.

—How did you meet her? —Wooyoung asked first.

—And why didn't you tell us about her before? —Mingi reproached, pointing at the pocket where he had saved his phone.

—Not your business.

Walking behind them, both of his arms hooked around his friends' neck as he guided them back to the door. Both of his friends complained as they were guided outside, finding the door closed in front of them as soon as they left his room.

Sighing, San locked the door behind him before he got his phone back out. When he saw the picture she sent, he could only think of how lucky he was that neither Wooyoung or Mingi were on the chat, being too busy inspecting her profile pic to care about what they talked about.

That Saturday, she had just sent one of her nsfw pics of her blurry naked figure reflected on the bathroom mirror full of steam. It was clear as day that she was naked after taking a shower, but it was impossible to clearly see what the mist was hiding.

San: Fucking hell, Y/n.......

He had struggled with what to say after he sent that, deleting all the filthy words that were going through his brain at that moment. Meanwhile, she had seen the way he read her texts for a few long minutes, before he actually reacted and started typing for a few long minutes. She giggled as a consequence, wondering if that picture had made the man of her wet dreams stutter with what to say next.

It wasn't like it was the first time she sent a picture like that, but almost all the times she got the same reaction until their conversation evolved to something more.

San: Omg

You: You liked it?

Her text reeked of fake innocence. He knew, she knew.

San: I hated it

Her heart skipped a beat, stopping completely when she saw that text before he suddenly left the app again. If she hadn't known him, she'd have thought he indeed didn't like what she sent, but after talking with him for a few weeks -with those spicy conversations almost being part of their routine-, she could just sit and wait until he found the proper words to trigger her back.

Wearing the bathrobe as the only clothing that covered her body, she sat in the middle of the bed, waiting for his text.

San: It's unfair I can't see that in person

His answer made her smile instantly, biting her lip while she thought of the next thing to say. She didn't know where he was from, or where exactly he lived. They both thought it was a thin line of privacy that shouldn't be crossed, but it still excited her to see that tiny wish of seeing her in person.

You: Maybe we can do something better...

You: are you home?

San: Yeah

San: What did you think about?

She didn't think it through, she was just pushed by the idea of feeling closer and more real through it, and chose to act before she could even process her own idea. She had thought of the idea of doing a video call several times since they started talking, but it always ended up in the corner of bad ideas when she thought that maybe it'd be too much.

But that day her fears were left aside, clicking on the video call option, waiting for him to answer. Holding her phone up high, making sure the front camera was at the level of her face, she checked her reflection while she bit her lip nervously. The more tones that sounded the bigger the disappointment was, thinking that maybe she got ahead of herself. At some point she even thought if he lied to her and he didn't look the way he did on pictures. He was way too good to be true.

Suddenly, everything was silent and she was surprised by his face on the screen.

She couldn't believe she ever thought he wasn't real. His foxy eyes looked at his screen with a gentle look, squinting as he smiled without showing his teeth -and the dimples that formed on his cheeks in consequence made him look so soft.

—So I see you weren't lying on taking a shower —he commented, making one of his eyebrows disappear behind his bangs.

After spotting her clean and bright face, his eyes went lower to her shoulders, covered by the white robe he had seen on some teasing pictures she had sent before.

—You thought I was baiting you? —his deep chuckle sent shiverings all over her body, before she chose to keep talking to hide how nervous he actually was making her—. It'd have been perfect timing for you to send a picture, too —she pointed out.

The way he tried to keep the way he looked on that baggy gray sweater, that almost exposed his collarbones, should've been considered a crime.

—You got ahead of me —he played with his hair, smiling nervously at her comment. His smile slowly dropped to a smirk, as his eyes concentrated on hers for a brief second—. You're beautiful.

Taking the compliment the best way she could, she simply smiled and lowered her face enough the moment she felt her cheeks lighting up.

—Don't cover up. That's cute —he giggled.

But she couldn't help it. All the time through messages, she giggled and kicked her feet at some of his texts freely, but it was completely different when he was seeing her blushing and getting nervous in real time.

She clearly wasn't used to that type of treatment.

—You also look good —she assured him.

—Better than in pics?

Far better than in pictures.

Sometimes, pictures could be deceiving. The factor of good lighting, the proper angle, or even the best side of the face played a huge part on how good a person looked on pictures (without taking in consideration the use -or overuse- of filters or photoshop. Both of them were glad it wasn't the case for neither of them.

—Maybe —she answered, teasingly.

—I already had high expectations on you, but you made sure to break them all off —his mouth was trying to transmit that comment with a sexy appeal, yet his smile and the way he nervously pressed his lips betrayed him.

Aside from the sexy videos or his harsh looks, that man seemed to be made out of the softest fabric in the cuddliest cloud -something that made him wonder where his Soundleasure persona came from.

As he moved his phone to place it better on his desk, she was able to spot a microphone at the height of his lips peeking through the corner of her screen.

—So is that where you record your content? —she asked curiously.

—Ah, this... —San lowered his gaze when he was aware of the microphone— Yeah. This is where the magic happens.

But right after saying that, his confidence was all gone, covering his face up with both of his hands out of embarrassment.

There was something exciting about spotting the man she desired on the place that created the content that made her want him in the first place. It was like getting the privilege of seeing the sneak peek of something no one ever before had seen. And she wanted to do way more than just seeing some of it.

—You said it was unfair you couldn't see me in person —she started, tilting her head slightly—. What exactly do you want to see?

Uncovering his face, one of his eyebrows raised at her question, grinning while he rested his back against the gaming chair in his room.

—Your skin. I bet it looks softer than it does in pictures.

She was pleased with his answer, nodding while curving down her lips and arching her eyebrows. Her robe slightly slipped off her right shoulder, exposing her collarbone and the curve of one of her breasts.

—Can you appreciate it now?

Of course he was. He could feel his dick twitching under the fabric of his pants, noticing how her skin looked a bit humid still after the shower.

—Kinda —he sighed—. It looks better than on the pic, but not good enough —San smiled again—. Maybe I need to see a bit more.

If she had tried to do that with anyone else... Honestly, she probably wouldn't have gone that far with anyone else.

She moved the robe down over her other shoulder, letting the fabric hang on her arms -enough to cover up her nipples, but still exposing her cleavage. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but seeing her like that felt so new for San, more real... Almost thinking she was to his reach if she moved his hand up a tiny bit.

—Would you be able to handle this in person? —the middle finger of her free hand traced her collarbone ever so gently she felt tickles from her own touch.

—I'd do more than just handle it —San assured, with his voice going lower with every word—. But I'd for sure rip that thing off. It's pissing me off.

The more it passed, the more comfortable he started feeling, letting his thoughts speak before they even made it to his filter process.

—You don't need to break it though, just... —while giggling, she undid the knot on the upper part of her belly, allowing the soft fabric to expose her breasts on the screen— open it.

A whimper came out of his lips, getting stuck at the back of his throat, as he hoped it had been low enough so it didn't reach for his mic for her to hear it. San tried to find a more comfortable position, while also rolling it a bit more to the back to show more than just his torso.

He knew exactly what he was doing, because Y/n had never had the urge to sit on someone's lap until she saw half of his legs on the screen, in awe with the way those black pants looked so good on him when his hands fell on them lazily.

—Those tits are begging to be sucked.

For a quick second, he regretted ever saying that, seeing her looking at her camera surprised, but slowly calming down when her hand wandered over her torso after her nippled tightened at the filth in his words.

—Hmm. I bet they'd look so good in your mouth right now.

Just the thought of it got her body working faster than it had ever worked before, as if she was going to take him at any time.

—Of course —San nodded—. I'd make them hard and stiff until they hurt.

Following his words, her index and thumb rubbed on her nipples, tightening the grip sporadically, ending it with a pinch and pull that got her pressing her thighs at the sudden throb.

—I want to see you, too —she asked.

San thought he'd collapse right there when he saw her pouting as she said that, her hand dropping out of the camera vision while her eyes intensely looked at him. Maybe he was too horny, or maybe his lack of experience with any other girl made him so eager for her. But there he was, willing to do anything she'd ask for.

While he took off his sweater, she placed a pillow at the edge of the bed just so she could rest her phone on it and forget about holding it up in the air. She heard him groan at the sight of her half naked body, while her hands still held together the edges of her robe so her lower part wouldn't be exposed.

—I think this is the hardest I've ever been for someone —he mentioned, stroking his growing bulge over his black sweatpants.

—Let me see how hard I'm making you, then —she dared him, kneeling in the middle of the bed.

It didn't take San a minute before he was lowering his pants and boxers enough to let his cock spring free in the air, and ending up resting on his stomach. Her eyes got lost in the shape of his dick, thinking of its taste, as she traced the veins that went from the base to the tip with her tongue.

She could feel your mouth watering at the image, wishing they weren't doing all of that through a screen. That man for sure wasn't real. Every inch of his body was perfect.

—Cat got your tongue? —he teasingly asked, stroking his length while he looked at her.

—I wish that was the problem —she scoffed, bending over on her stomach while she rested her body on her elbows, so she could see his image up close—. I've never wanted to get choked on a cock so bad in my life.

—I bet you'd look gorgeous with your mouth stuffed with it —he groaned.

She smiled, aiming two of her fingers at her mouth. She rubbed the tip of her fingerprints on her flat muscle, just to close her lips around them while staring straight at the camera. It felt as if your eyes were connecting through the whole thing, causing San to curse as soon as she did that.

That was an image he didn't know he needed until then.

—Show me how wet you are while you still suck on those fingers, hmm?

Maybe he was getting too greedy as their conversation evolved, but he couldn't hold back. Everything she did just made him want more.

Biting on her own fingerprints, she smiled. She for sure was leaking at that point, she could feel her juices dripping from her entrance to her clit when she bent over to the camera. Changing her position again, she opened her robe completely with her legs still closed as she sat in front of the camera. Once she made sure everything was on sight for him, she spread her legs, having San moaning out loud at the vision of her glistening folds.

Her wet fingers with her spit traveled all the way from her lips to her pussy, moving through her folds for him. Her heart skipped a beat when they reached her clit, finally being taken care of after ignoring it for so long.

—Wet enough to have my face buried in it —his raspy voice added—. I bet you taste so fucking good.

All those scenarios she planted in her head, with a mysterious man with no face, finally came back to her head with every detail she could add. Her pussy clenched at the image of his eyes peeking over as his tongue did wonders on her clit.

—I'd love to know if that tongue is as good at licking as it is at dirty talk —she joked, finding his eyes somewhere on the screen again, while she rubbed her clit in slow circles.

—You can bet I'd have your legs trembling and your ears beeping after you cum —he smirked—. Slide two fingers in. Open up for me.

And just the same way she allowed her fingers to go down her slit, and skink them inside her, she saw San spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his shaft again.

—That's it, honey. Knuckles deep —he encouraged her, making the biggest effort to keep his eyes open through his own pleasure. Pump them in and out as if it were my cock.

The praise in his words, the way he controlled her movements even from afar had her completely out of her mind. She was sure the sound of his voice was giving her more pleasure than her own fingers.

Managing to open her eyelids, that felt heavier than ever before, she got a moan stuck in the back of her throat when she saw him pumping his cock at a steady pace. The way she was able to see her open legs through the corner of her eyes, while her attention was fixed on the pornographic scene he was pulling, made it even hotter.

She was sure the temperature rose a few more degreed the moment they started that video call.

—You'd look even better if it was my cock fucking you —he moaned, moving his hand faster on his length—. Your tits bouncing every time I pound into you, holding you tight by your hips so you could take it all.

—I bet you'd stretch me out so good —she nodded.

Her brain was close to having a dead short at any time. The naughtiness in his words, mixed with everything that was going on in real life and in her head was too much to handle. Her back arched every time she sank her fingers in and her palm rubbed on her clit.

—I'm gonna cum —she cried, unable to hold it back any longer.

—I'm so close, too —he groaned, throwing his head back finally—. Wait for me, I'm almost there —he asked, in a needy tone that almost made her succumb to her own pleasure.

Still moving her fingers in sync with his movements, she found herself at the edge of the cliff, only allowing herself to jump from it when she heard him mutter he was ready, too. Both of their moans got mixed in the air, as they both reached their highs. Slowly, those moans turned to loud pants while they tried to get some oxygen back to their lungs.

Daring to look at him, she found San with his head falling back to the chair, eyes still shut while he smiled pleased.

—It was amazing —he whispered.

—I know —she agreed, sighing.

San finally opened his eyes, and she was left mesmerized by how beautiful and genuine they looked.

She saw him getting some air, and opening his mouth, before he got interrupted by a male voice coming from outside the room.

—Where the fuck is the controller? I need to beat these assholes' asses.

San could only think of throwing that same controller he talked about straight at his head as soon as he stepped outside.

—I won't take long —he assured her, before he hung up the video call.

Back in the silence and loneliness in her room, she made her best at holding in the sudden need to jump on the bed and dance away in excitement.

Her bad streak was over, except for the fact that everything was still online. But she'd find a solution to it.

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